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yourlocaltoad · 2 months
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Icons used for Skystones: Overdrive (skylanders superchargers, 2015) (pt5)
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cosmicocoffee · 1 year
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Thank you all for your patience! The GSA Collaboration is officially finished!
Believe it or not, the original file was way too big to post here on Tumblr, being at about 62.8 MB! The canvas is pretty big too, at 3791 x 2032 mm! I had to do some conversions to get it posted.
I initially want to thank all of you for participating in this project. I didn’t expect to have so many wonderful entries joining me on this experience, and I couldn’t be happy to share the final result! Not including entries with multiple characters in one layer, that’s over 75 knights! A big thank you to everyone involved! 💖
I also want to apologize for how long this took to post this. Besides moving, many other life situations kept sprouting, which further pushed back the project more than I’d like. Losing the file also made things hectic, which caused me to start again, but in the end - I was able to finish it!
Seeing everyone’s amazing characters on here is such a treat, and I’d like to thank you all for your patience and understanding. You all are truly wonderful! I did my absolute best to fit everyone in! Some were resized so they could fit efficiently.
Credits to everyone involved are down below. (If I miss anyone, or if you want me to add someone, feel free to DM me so I can change it immediately!)
@acedaniammx
@amaryllis56-main
@arson-n-quwubeezz​
@autumnleafdraws​
@aw-colorcat​
@bedeion-legion​
@blueberryfruitbat​
@bones-the-skelebunny-01​
@boom-fanfic-a-latta​
@cali-kabi​
@clacy2812​
@clairetimes​
@dedsec-pony​
@dream-puppeteer​
@driftwoodmfb​
@lemonstars8583​
@erythteria​
@fanimaedraws​
@feliner​
@fruit-sauce​
@itsmintcream​
@itsquakey​
@ivipl1​
@kirbypurrs​
@kittenvirus​
@kiwilittle​
@l0ju0l​
@maybe-arts​
@metakazkz​
@mimicmew​
@miniiieevee​
@morpho-the-knight​
@notkirbiinut​
@novarrina​
@opal-owl-flight
@powerade​
@poyobox​
@pumpkinnkidd​
@rosiegardenlove​
@sarcastic-bug
@shard-knight​
@stm-pnk​
@stricken-zero
@that-fanperson-meg​
@thebunnywhoneverlikedcarrots​
@the-cactus-taco​
@theminiminun​
@timeturner-jay
@tri-stringerz​
@veamers
More credits in the reblog since I’ve reached my limit!
THANK YOU!!
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twisting-echo · 13 days
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My Hopes for Monsters at Work!
Since the second season of Monsters at Work is finally upon us (after waiting for two years), I thought it'd be a great time to talk about what I personally hope/want to see.
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First off, I want to start with how much I love Squishy! I love everything about this character! I love his mom. I love his knitted sweater. I love his dancing. I love how sweet, kind, awkward, soft-spoken, and squishy he is! But my favorite thing about him is that, despite his appearance and stature, Squishy showed Mike and others that a monster like him can be scary. And he got Sulley to dance! X3
Squishy, I feel, was a very important character with a well-executed message, and I really want to see him in Monsters at Work. I want to know what's been going on in his life since his college days. I especially want to know how he handled one of his best friends marrying his mom lol.
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Now this is just me, but I've always shipped Squishy with Carrie Williams, the leader of the Python Nu Kappa (PNK) sorority. I've always loved the idea of Carrie and Squishy becoming college sweethearts after the events of the film. This is probably dumb, but I just really want to see that Squishy married Carrie and had lots of squishy babies with her in Monsters at Work.
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I also really want to see how married life has been treating these two. You don't show two adorable characters like Don and Sheri slowly falling in love and springing a surprise engagement at the end of the movie, and not expect us to want to know more about that?!
I just really want to see them as grandparents to squishy grandchildren in Monsters at Work. 
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It says right on their scare cards that all of our favorite college boys made it to Monsters Inc., so where the heck are they?! I really hope to see them in a future season!
So far, we'll get to see Johnny Worthington, Chet Alexander, and Claire Wheeler in season 2, so hopefully we'll get to see them in Monsters at Work season 3, if there is one.
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gmanwhore · 7 months
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Oooooo you wanna commission me for writing soooo bad you wanna give me money to write for you soooo bad
Hello All! I am O/G-man and this is my stupid little blog. I am obviously quite into Half Life and all adjacent media, but I also love HLVRAI. Another important thing I like is the Hatchetfield Trilogy and Nightmare Time! I also like Homestuck, Danganronpa, and other things I rarely post about. I do have pictures of mantises on my blog tagged under woman/girl. I love mantises. Icon credit
Header by @chaos-and-kromer
I am G-man. Actually.
I WILL BLOCK IF YOU BRING G-MAN HATE ONTO MY BLOG.
My pronouns are they/it/xit/can/mant/click/tap/nova/patch/stitch/slay/loverboy
I do use. Other names. Orchid, Omega, Doll, Sweets, Arcade, Colette, Cave and Wallace are all. Viable options. You can also call me. Dr. Sunshine. :)
My really epic IRL list (you can use the names of my irls for me too ig)
Yuri
My writing blog: @sugar-sweet-writing
My stimboard blog: @multiversal-stims
My selfship blog: @hanahaki-arcade
My otherkin blog: @emphasis-on-the-other
My irl blog: @lab-rat-girls
My HLVRAI au ask blog: @project-mary-bell-township
My Half Life oc ask blog: @black-mesa-brew
Team PNK ask blog: @team-pnk
Orange Box Trio Kinhelp blog: @orange-box-kinhelp
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This is my icon btw! I edited the Gordon Freeman out because. I would not fucking say that
I love you all and have a nice day.
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THEME: Cyberpunk
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Yes, I've seen your ask, @efangamez. Here's my (first) list of cyberpunk game recommendations!
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24XX: Dire Pulse, by zebramatt84.
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Enter a grim corporate future where humanity augments itself with neural interfaces, industrial exoskeletons and cutting-edge nanite technology. This is an original work loosely inspired by the The Surge series of video games by Focus Home Interactive. 
Standard of the 24XX Micro-game series, Dire Pulse is lightweight, easy to learn, and pay-what-you want. Your missions are dangerous and bloody, but rather than roll up a new character, your character gets regenerated by the Company in Exo-Rigs, which can be customized using the pieces of enemies that you’ll find never stop coming. If you like brutal, dystopian fiction with technology and massive creatures, this might be the game for you.
Balikbayan, by Rae Nedjadi.
It is the far future. Earth has been abandoned for generations. Humanity left for brighter stars, richer planets and shining colonies. To fuel their dreams of a better tomorrow, the humans turned to the Elementals and their magic. This magic is an invaluable source of power and labor. Machines were created to harness and enslave the Elementals . You were one of these Enslaved Elementals. You are machines that echo the legendary magic you once possessed. You and your friends are among the few who have managed to return to Earth. What remains of Earth’s cities is falling apart. The Corp won’t let go of you so easily either. But shining through the cracks is a magic that is ready to be reborn.
BALIKBAYAN is great for veterans ready for a more narrative experience, and perfect for people new to the hobby. Bring your dystopic post-Cyberpunk fantasies to life, revel in supernatural Filipino folklore, and dance along the threads between magic and technology.
If you’re interested in mixing fantasy elements in with your cyberware, you’ll want to check out Balikbayan. It can be played with or without a Game Moderator, and provides excellent advice for running the game either way. If you are newer to roleplaying games, or if your group doesn’t feel comfortable yet with a game that’s primarily narrative, you might want to have a GM for your first time playing this game. BALIKBAYAN uses a system called Belonging Outside Belonging, which does not rely on dice. Instead, it has a series of moves, called Strong, Neutral and Weak Moves. Strong moves require the use of a token and reflect success, Weak moves provide opportunities for failure and generate tokens, and Neutral moves move the story forward, without requiring or generating tokens. If you are interested in breaking free of the chains of your corporate overlords or burning yourselves out in the process, you should check out this game.
CBR+PNK (AUGMENTED), by Emanuel Melo (old version)
CBR+PNK (Cyber plus Punk) is a tabletop RPG for one-shot sessions in the cyberpunk genre. You play as a team of RUNNERS — mercs, criminals, activists living on the edge and running in the shadows of a gritty, ultra-violent world.
The game uses a minimalist version of the acclaimed Forged In The Dark system to produce cinematic action. No playbooks: characters are differentiated by their combination of approaches, skills and gear. Because it's more action oriented, there is no Downtime and Stress is relieved by a special action during the Run. There’s also some additional mechanics, called Cyberware and Glitches, which can add enhancements and complications to your play. 
CBR+PNK has a number of supplements available if you like customization, from nemeses, to heists, to extra rules. Both the player brochure and the GM handout are jam-packed with information, dice and rules. The old edition is no longer available, but the newest version, CBR+PNK: AUGMENTED, is available for pre-order thanks to a successful Kickstarter! 
FSG#4: Gay Crime, Sapphics Against Capital, by Evey Lockhart.
The everyday cruelty of petty market lords is a terrible enough thing to combat, but of course the rich assholes have magic too. Clues to the myriad death cults of capital lie nearly naked all around. It's safe to assume most folx with MBAs regularly sacrifice the poor not just as a source for wealth, but for immortality and other preternatural boons.
These are the queer women standing in the rich cultists' way. The time for direct political action is now. 
This is a deconstructed zine for use with the Troika! Tabletop Roleplaying Game featuring: 5 Backgrounds and a Modern Fantasy Microsetting, complete with an introductory assassination! Troika is a game system that allows for chaotic storytelling, both in narrative and in combat. It facilitates easy character creation and regeneration, should your character meet with a grisly end. 
The micro setting and assassination provided make this a great option for a one-shot. The playbooks are incredibly tongue-in-cheek, but may be a big draw for any queer-friendly table. If you like the idea of bringing revenge upon rich cultists, and if you’re interested in queer stories of resistance, this playset (and one of Evey’s other supplements, Cyber Explosions) might be worth checking out!
CY_BORG, by Free League Publishing 
The world is ending. Again and again and again and again and again….
A Nano-infested doomsday RPG about cybernetic misfits and punks raging against a relentless corporate hell. CY_BORG is a complete rules-light, rage-heavy tabletop roleplaying game based on and compatible with MÖRK BORG. Easy to play, easy to hack. It’s got quick and dirty character creation, an introduction to Cy (a megacity with neon cathedrals and a toxic industrial hell), and a d66 table full of headlines and plot hooks to get your characters invested from the get-go. 
CY_BORG is as modifiable as the tech it references; there is a plethora of rules and add-ons and supplements outside of the core rules - and even the core rulebook has optional rules that you can choose to add on or take away, depending on the kind of game you’re looking to run. The setting itself is gritty and unforgiving and dirty; with foes and villains attempting to thwart every step you take to bring down the rich and powerful. If you liked MÖRK BORG’s ruleset but want to bring it into the squirming, writhing future, then you should check out CY_BORG.
Repo Man, by Ziva McPherson.
In a poisoned world where illness and injury are the norm and corporate greed has reached a peak never seen before, a savior has emerged: CureCo. Led by the greatest medical minds in a century, CureCo has lifted us out of tragedy and answered our prayers with their artificial organs and miraculous cures.  But of course, everything comes with a price…and if you can’t pay it, CureCo sends the Repo Man to take back what’s theirs.
This is where your story begins. Your debts are due, and one way or another, CureCo intends to collect. Tonight. The Repo Man is on your trail, and you need to escape at all costs.
Repo Man is a cyberpunk horror zine game for 2 or more players inspired by Repo! The Genetic Opera. To play it, you will need 1 d6 per person and a copy of this game. Character creation is reliant on description: you’ll want to describe what you look like, a special skill or secret, and a thing they hold that is a reason for being hunted by CureCo, such as a replacement organ or a prosthetic. 
If you are looking for a game that combines the feeling of a clock running out with the creeping dread of something always catching up with you, Repo Man might be your cup of tea. Be warned however: in this cyberpunk hellscape, body horror and violence are all too common. You’ll want a robust set of Safety Tools at your side with this game, as with any good game table.
Boy Problems, by boyproblems.
It is many years into the future. A wealthy and powerful person (or persons) has claimed a rare and much sought-after prize: the “vault” of 200 unreleased songs from renowned Canadian pop artist, Carly Rae Jepsen. Hired by an anonymous sponsor, your team of highly trained individuals will raid a well-defended location to retrieve said item. From planning to set-up to execution, you will see this heist through to its completion, whether that be a success or failure. There will many twists and turns along the way, and don’t always trust the specialists by your side.
Boy Problems is a game whose mechanics are inspired by Lasers & Feelings, by John Harper. It’s been highly reviewed by a number of publications, so you might have heard of it already! There are roll tables for the GM to help you set up the plot in a few minutes, including some twists and turns that cause the players to alter their plans on the fly. The Quickstart has some great pieces of advice for folks who might be running a game for the first time. 
The creator has a Quickstart that is free. There’s also a paid option that gives you a larger, more fleshed-out game, and a Side-B supplement with new mechanics, new art, and three new heists! If you want an up-beat game that prioritizes problem-solving over combat, whether you want a one-shot or a multi-session storyline, and if you want a game with easy-to-learn rules and evocative playbooks, Boy Problems just might be for you.
Neon Black, by NotWriting.
Free an AI from their corporate prison. Hack a CEO's credit account. Rescue your friend's digital consciousness from a vending machine.Capitalism sucks. The rich are villains. Community rules.
Neon Black is a role-playing game about a community of poor people fighting back against tyrannical corporations and the indifference of the rich, as well as surviving in a dystopian city state. It’s like real life, but in this world you can kill the CEO’s, rob banks to pay rent, and help your friends do the same. You'll help your community, go on dangerous heists, explore artificial realities, and encounter friendly and nefarious machines. We play to find out if the community can survive amidst warring corporations, an unforgiving climate, and the negligence of the extravagantly wealthy.
This is a rulebook full of advice, albeit not yet accompanied with art. It’s built on the structure of Blades in the Dark, complete with Clocks, Playbooks, Scores and Downtime. It also comes with a chapter on Drugs, Hardware and Software, all must-haves for a Cyberpunk game. At its root, however, Neon Black is about community: your characters will face hard choices and be forced to make sacrifices for the good of the people they care about. Right now the game is still in beta, but it shows an immense amount of promise - and it’s perfectly playable in the stage it’s in right now! It also comes with some well-designed Playkits, available for free in the game description. I recommend that you check this game out!
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kevinexe06 · 1 year
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Alright here's the part of the ROR gang and how they look after the war they joined, kinda messed them up but they lived. before y'all assume the war is related to the monsters universe, it isn't. they've joined another military that isn't from their universe (it's a long story. it'll be explained soon, hopefully) And before anyone else thinks the rest of ROR team is dead, they aren't! they never joined the military. Only Johnny, Javier and Chip along with some other girl from the PNK team, all joined to find new life and help.
these guys remain in touch with their old friends and still often visit their home world but remain in the military. Johnny still briefly works at Fear Co, time to time to gain more money as he's living on his own and trying to leave his family. Javier still works at Monsters Inc and continues to work there after the change to laughing gas Chip does his own thing (idk what happened to after uni ) ALright that's all for now, i plan on making little comics on what happened to them and shit. so look out for that stuff ig
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hanahaki-arcade · 2 months
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tell about tf2 s/is!!! and how they came up to be enemies with so many guys (i don't usually see selfshippers with enemy f/os at all lol)
Ok ok so I have three!!! Two are part of a fan team I have with my girlfriend and one is Saxton Hale's daughter hehe sooooo
PNK Medic/Doll: So they are sort of like Frankenstein's Monster, at one point a while ago they had a breakdown and replaced all of their body parts except their head with other people's body parts (they worked at a morgue at the time). They ended up joining PNK because they had no where else to go, no one else would hire them because. Y'know. They were a freak. Anyways Team PNK lore (this is relevant) is that it is a team assembled by The Administrator herself as her own personal mercenaries just in case she needed them. Doll ended up becoming her "spy" (the actual spy, Charlotte, was not exactly someone who would. Do that.) And they had their own little relationship. They were also trained as a medic by. Both Medics. For both practical reasons (learning all types of strategies, getting a well rounded education) and just in case they would need to eliminate either team. Also Team PNK does like. Sort of take the roles of the RED team in the TF comics, so Doll ends up working with the Classic Mercs. But like. Under the Administrator's orders. Yeah. Anyways Doll is a little bitch who can't make their own decisions and lets women direct their life. I am homophobic towards them/silly
PNK Pyro/Sparky: There is way less for them. But yeah they are what you'd expect from a Pyro, they are very playful and in general dog-like. They are the most moral support here, and they are still playfully agressive like they are just. What's on the package. They are here to be cool. They also can technically speak, at one point the engineer of the team makes them something they can talk with. Which is rad.
Violet Hale: VIOLET MY BELOVED she is a silly billy. She's Saxton's adopted daughter, and she idolizes him completely. She's one of those kids you can't look away from for one second because she will be off like a shot, trying to climb something or hide somewhere or grab a weapon she should not be having. She like. Obviously would not like Olivia for family reasons but I fully believe they would not mesh well, Violet would NOT like her brattiness and just leave.
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lab-rat-girls · 5 months
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Hey this is an alternative blog for @gmanwhore to irl post! I might like. Put canon calls on here occasionally but it will mostly be me talking about my memories. My irl list is below, shifts happen randomly. Especially important ones will be green.
Oh yeah as a whole you can call us the Rainbow Collective. The lovers, the dreamers, and me if you will.
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Half Life/Portal/HLVRAI:
G’: he thinks he’d blow our minds; g’ (starman by david bowie)
Ga-men: imaginary line imaginary minds; ga-men (labrynth by miracle musical)
Evil G-man: and by your judgement of my merit I’ll iherit nothing; e.g. (inherit nothing by phemiec)
Dr. Colette Green call me for your lover’s alibi; colette (call me by blondie)
Dr. Wallace Breen: how many milligrams of you are still left in there?; breen (marsha, thank you for the dialects but I need you to leave now by will wood)
Caroline: the devil likes to make my heart a double bed; caroline (Hermit The Frog by MARINA)
Barney Calhoun: kneeling in the stained glass tomb; barney (your body, my temple by will wood)
Cave Johnson: and I love me; cave (kiss me, son of god by they might be giants)
Gordon Feetman: read me my rights please!; feetman (6up 5oh cop out (pro/con) by will wood)
Bubby: come and go out my mind; bubby (2econd 2ight 2eer (that was fun, goodbye!) by will wood)
Danganronpa:
Kiyondo Ishida: you’ve gotta wanna break the hearts of all those pretty porcelain dolls; kiyondo (wrecking ball by mother mother)
Kiyotaka Ishimaru: don't you make me waste my breath!; taka (Marsha, Thankk You For the Dialects but I Need You To Leave Now by Will Wood)
Makoto Naegi: i’ll find strength in pain; makoto (the cave by mumford and sons)
Celestia Ludenburg: her kiss will bring you to your knees; celeste (vampire by the orion experience)
Hiyoko Saionji: when I rule the world; hiyoko (when I rule the world by liz)
Homestuck:
Karkat Vantas: my name was soiled by a last call spill; karkat (hand me my shovel, I’m going in by will wood)
Rose Lalonde: I’m afraid I can’t prescribe the diagnoses you seek; rose (marsha, thank you for the dialects but I need you to leave now by will wood)
Roxy Lalonde: you’re telling me I’m holding up eleven fingers?; roxy (...well, better than the alternative by will wood)
I ♡ Amy:
Amy Lee: all those pretty words you say to me pick me up whenever I’m feeling down; amy (queen of white lies by the orion experience)
The Walten Files:
Felix Walten: murders of murderers living in fear of it; felix (murders by miracle musical)
Boozoo
Bon
The Owl House:
Luz Noceda: i wanna live better days; luz (could have been me by the struts)
The Collector: I can run faster with no wind resistance!; the collector (no wind resistance! by kinneret)
Popee The Performer:
Papi: I can’t ignore what’s under dance floorboards; papi (2econd 2ight 2eer (that was fun, goodbye!) by will wood)
Popee: so squeal like a troll or cry like a baby with autism strapped to a celling fan!; popee (thermodynamic lawyer esq. Gfd by will wood)
The Amazing Digital Circus:
Pomni: please please what the hell is going on; pomni (help me by or3o)
Caine: nothing matters anymore; caine (a chattering lack of common sense by GHOST)
Fionna and Cake:
Fionna Campbell: there will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword; fionna (soldier, poet, king by the oh hellos)
The Scarab: never came down from her last trip on jesus; scarab the god auditor (thermodynamic laywer ESQ. GFD by will wood)
Candy Queen: feels so neat never wanna be myself again; candy queen (sweet by phemiec)
Slugterra:
Pronto Geronimole: so spread the word across the land; pronto (the cult of dionysus by the orion experience)
A Series of Unfortunate Events:
Lemony Snicket: when all hell breaks loose like all hells always do; lemony (your body, my temple by will wood)
Team Fortress 2 (note for these two it is just the classes, not the characters):
PNK Pyro: you must detroy beyond all recognition; pyro/sparky (burn him down by kitsch club)
PNK Medic: my heart is in my hand...eugh; medic/doll (the masochism tango by tom lehrir)
Miss Pauling: left foot over the right; miss pauling
PNK Spy: the roar of whispers in every crowd; charlotte/spy
PNK Soldier: you gotta wanna be a battering ram!; Sam/soldier
Saxton Hale: SAXTON HAAALE
Red Scout: I was born with the brains and the brawn!; scout
Grey Mann: the world screams kiss me some of God!; grey mann
Doctor Who:
Ace: hello world I’m your wild girl; ace (cherry bomb by the runaways)
Brigadier Alastair Lethbridge Stewart: the crew stayed at their posts and the captain at his wheel; brigadier (the wrath of fate by abney park)
Undertale/Deltarune:
Susie: my dreams are getting so strange I could tell you everything I see; susie (ballroom blitz by sweet)
Gaster: there was only one of you until you split the world in two; gaster (dr. gaster by shadrow) 
Flowey: your best friend; flowey (yeah just his theme)
Don't Hug Me I'm Scared:
Yellow Guy: I say “pardon me I’m dancing for no reason!”; yellow guy (make believe by steam powered giraffe)
Lesley: No matter how we twist and turn, we're still dancing in chains; lesley (her little song. yeah)
Five Nights at Freddy's:
Micheal Afton: look at this loser drinking coffee; micheal (it’s gonna get weird from gravity falls)
Circus Baby: try your best to hold onto to sanity; circus baby (join us for bite by jt music)
Ballora: to dance to spin to fly away; ballora (her song. lol)
Bendy and the Ink Machine:
Sammy Lawrence: i try to play Caruso but the needle skips the groove; sammy (The Haunted Phonograph by Thoushaltnot)
Bertrum Piedmont: don't you know you have to be this tall to die; bertrum (Art of Darkness by The Stupendium)
Daniel "Buddy" Lewick: dreams do come true; buddy
Henry Stein: he will set us free; henry
Hatchetfield Trilogy
Professor Henry Hidgens: spotlight on mr. ingenuie; professor hidgens (Show Stoppin Numder from TGWDLM)
Webby: harlequin dolls he'd be lost without her; webby (concertina ballerina by alternative radio)
General John McNamara: it is the monsters who should live in dread; john mcnamara (monsters and men from black friday)
Ruth Fleming: should I let the coals burn out; ruth fleming (just for once from nerdy prudes must die)
Wiggog Y'rath: whatever we want we get!; wiggly (the summoning from nerdy prudes must die)
Ride the Cyclone
The Amazing Karnak: the sun is rising as it is descending; karnak (karnak’s dream of life from ride the cyclone)
Noel Gruber: I sing songs until the break of dawn; noel (noel’s lament from ride the cyclone)
Doki Doki Literature Club
Natsuki: let’s make something to adore; natsuki (cupcake circulation by strawberrysana)
Fran Bow
Itward: hear my voice; itward (be born by tally hall)
Helltaker
Beelzebub: honey do you have a hot meal?; beelzebub (your body, my temple by will wood)
Hazbin Hotel:
Nifty: stitch sew cut pull; nifty (housewife radio by GHOST)
Lucifer: devil's in the house of the rising sun; lucifer (the devil went down to georgia)
Emily: now I know what's real what's fake; emily (rather sleep by Kero Kero Bonito)
Charlie: I can't fear you now!; charlie
Lackadaisy:
Rocky: golly what a day!; rocky (oo-de-lally from robin hood)
Freckles/Calvin: uhhh still gotta think up a tag
Chainsaw Man:
Denji: I wanna fuck shit up!;denji
Subway Surfers:
Frank: he'll get by without his rabbit pie; frank
Miscellaneous:
The Sun (The Embodiment of Selfish Destruction)
Deity (The Embodiment of Decadence and Lust)
Homestuck AU Caroline: your eyes are dead like outer space; caroline
Wavesprite: shutup you're stupid; wavesprite
Homestuck AU Colette: call me fighter!; hs colette
Sunshine: I am not the sunshine I am not the moon at night; sunshine
Cabinet Man: I won't hurt you unless you cheat; cabinet man
Bones: your baby teeth would pray for you; bones/tommy
Terezi Vantas: they will tear your city down; t vantas
Karkat Medigo: it's the fate of the stars; k. medigo
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officialrtg · 1 year
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The Golden Empire: Part III
Monsters University, Scaring school
"That little bitch," says Meldani, reacting to the news of Henry saying no to their demands.
Getting up from his chair in Class A109, he walked back into A113 with the red chairs set in a half-moon order.
He stomped his way over to the leader's statue as it was collecting dust along with the dusty scream can on the small stand.
Picking up the statue that weighed a ton, he put it over his head and spiked it into the stone floor, it shattered on impact.
Pieces of the marble reached his soldiers as they made their way towards him as he grabbed the scream can and tried to uncork it. He manages to unplug the can, causing it to hit him in the side of the face.
He falls to the floor clutching the left side of his face in pain while the scream can hit the domed roof, changing direction and going through the colour-stained glass window on the upper level, disappearing into the brightening grey sky.
"Mel, those things are like oxygen tanks, you screw around with these, and they are gonna blow your face off," shouts Quter as he observed it had the same characteristics as an oxygen tank.
"Sergeant Connor," says Meldani as he gets up.
He gets his gun from his holster and shoots Quter in the face.
He gasps for air as he falls to the ground, the other personals at the front remain emotionless in the face but in their heads, they're horrified that their leader is now shooting their best because he expressed his concern.
Quter's eyes look towards him with blood flowing into the cracks of the pavement.
"Gentlemen, do you want to be the man that makes this animal look like this," he asks as he pointed at the shattered remains of the statue.
"I'll go, sir," volunteers Kevan.
"Great, you go kill Mr whatever his name is so, when he's dead, we can kill them all."
"Yeah, right," Kevan says with his facial expression being 'WTF'.
Roar Omega Roar Fraternity house
Shirley looked outside at the built-up snow through the window to the right in the massive living room. It had been a day since the people that she learned were called the golden empire had arrived, the heat in the living room had been enough for the ROR members to move around the house in short moments before rushing back to the living room.
She heard the distant conversation between Johnny and his dad on the house phone while the rest of the frat was beside the fire.
"Look, Henry said he is sending people to you. I have an Elite meeting at five and I will relay what you have said,"
"Alright, you do that." Worthington II says.
"Goodbye, son," his father tells him as he hangs up.
After placing the phone down, he thinks back to the last couple of hours, having to risk his life in trying to convince the other frats and sororities that weren't in the courtyard when everything occurred.
HSS and PNK were easy to convince while convincing OH, GRR, EEK and AEA to not to step outside took a few minutes, while JOX had told him to eat a dick and they would be stepping outside regardless, and he could only watch as the six disappeared into the snowy landscape.
He walked into the massive living room space where the fire raged.
"They're going to get themselves killed along with JOX," he says to his group.
Shirley hugs him.
"Don't say that. Everything will be fine. Maybe those things have an enemy, meaning that the enemy of my enemy is my friend." Shirley tells him while he grins at that proverb.
"Do you think that JOX would go into that type of weather?" she asks
"Shirl, they're not very smart,"
"Well you can't say that after almost joining them," she teases him, he rolls his eyes in embarrassment while his frat mates snigger at the comment.
"I hope, they get to us before we all freeze to death," He says as he hugs back.
"I'll do anything to make sure that all of you make out, even if it involves me dying in the process,"
"Don't you ever... Say those words to me," Shirley says with anger present in her voice.
"What will I ever do for the rest of my life? Without you?" She questions him.
"Never get to experience the question, get married, have children of our own. Growing old together?"
City #11, The Grounds, 8:23 PM
Getting off the bullet train at the grounds, he saw the line while going down the escalators that he knew were for the ticket booth. He groaned as he got in line and waited to get to the front.
After waiting for five minutes, he is greeted by the middle-western voice of #987,231.
"Hello sir, paying for your entry?" he asks through the hole in the window.
"Yeah. Quick question, is this man on grounds?" asks #1,781,986 while showing a photo of the person. The Ticketmaster blinks rapidly in shock as he sees the image and knows who it is.
"Yes, yes sir," he says as he follows the forwarded order from #1 and types in the number displayed.
"Ok, I am sending the coordinates to your AI right now and... done. He is on the northwest side of the park," he says.
"That way?" asks #1,781,986, pointing northwest. #987,231 nods.
"Thanks, bro," he says as he walks past him and into the carnival.
As he enters the carnival, his AI pulls up the location. He walked through the crowded path to reach the middle part of the park, which was a big stone-carved water fountain. He looked at the map and made a left and continued, the path was a lot less crowded, and he walked on the left-hand side before he made another right.
He then saw the person he was looking for, #321,986.
Leaning against the exposed wooden pole, hoisting a carnival tent up, he was looking away from a memorial of his friends who died. #1,781,986 approached his friend from behind and tapped him on the shoulder.
He turned around, his business suit was all black with his overcoat twirling as he looked at the man that tapped him on the shoulder.
#1,781,986 stares at his face, covered by black lenses, a black face mask, with bandages wrapping up his face to cover up the 'injuries'.
He gathers what he is going to say.
"Logan, I ask you to join me,"
#321,986 silently crosses his arms and his mask lights up with the words "Why should I?"
"The remnants have fled to this planet in D 321986," he reports while showing him the hologram of the planet.
"Ok, you chose me because I share the same number," the mask lights up again. #1,781,986 gives him an expression of disappointment.
"Meldani is on that planet," he reveals. The news strikes #321,986 like a train as Meldani is the cause of the state he was in now.
Noting the expression changing through the bandage wraps as a sign of anger.
"Is he now?" says the mask as it lights up the words.
"Do you want to be the guy that buries the knife into Meldani's neck?" says #1,781,986 as his suit tentacles go forward while presenting the knife with its checkered hilt most visible, his friend nods.
Apartment Block 323, Room 2886
#321,986 twists the doorknob of his apartment to the left, it opened the door slightly with the cold air flowing out of his room and into the hallway.
The room was pitch black but clean except for dried-up blood in the porcelain sink in the dark bathroom.
Walking past several newspaper clippings of the war, plastered over achievements of his past.
He goes to the back of his wardrobe, switching on a light as he pulls out a seven-foot-long briefcase that opens to reveal the TTK MK V, placed in cut-out sections.
It was worn with one side burnt red due to being exposed to the vacuum of space and the sun. He dips his hands into the little groves to pull the entire suit out of the briefcase except for the helmet. He grabs it and looks at the helmet with its tiny cracks visible.
He turns the helmet around to the back and moves his fingers through the wire dreadlocks of his helmet to lift a small panel that has the switch to his version of artificial intelligence called John.
He flips the switch, and the voice he last heard two years ago, greets his ears again.
"Mr. 321,986," says the AI.
"It has been one year, ten months and eighteen days since you last used your helmet," says the AI as #321,986 gets into his armoured suit.
"Yeah and?" #321,986 facemask lights up saying as the tentacles sport out of the back of his armour, he turns his head to his tentacles as a hello as they stretch and gently pat him on the head.
"Over those days. I fixed all the software problems that was caused by the explosive decompression," reports the AI as he takes off the black lenses, to slide the helmet over his head.
He looked at the multitude of red eyes staring back at him before he turned it around and slid it over his head, wincing as the bandages fully pressed the burnt parts of his face.
The eyes blink multiple times before walking out of his closet with his armour on, he stops to peek out his apartment window, moving the blind out of the way to see the evening sun disappearing behind the horizon.
He thought about what was ahead of him. He clenched his fists as his mind flashed through the last two years of his life from the beginning of the disaster, the funerals he attended, the golden empire saying that their lives were worthless, having to deal with survivor's guilt for over a year alone and his face returning to his original state.
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Dev Blog #22 
So. It’s April.
And High School Daze: Junior Year is done guys. 
Seriously.
If I were to drop this game today, I would not die of embarrassment. Might die of anxiety thou
All the audio tracks and art assets (sprites + backgrounds) are coded in. Credits are being finalized, because I’m triple and quadruple checking I credited everyone and did it correctly 😵 I also finally get to revisit allllll the things I ignored during my “scope creep” and decide if I want to add them to my game/if it’s feasible to add them. Or if I even want to add them anymore. Y’all, sometimes (most times) I forget this is my first ever game and forget to give myself grace. Or to stop comparing my silly slice of life story to a sweeping space saga ahahahaha....
August 2020 - April 2022...dang y’all. Don’t worry, the game is still coming out in October, so we’ll save my retrospection and Big Thoughts for the game postmortem! But just know I’m probably gonna be in shock for the rest of this year. 
Speaking of audio....I’ll post to Hummingbird’s YouTube sometime in the near future but I just wanna SCREAM that I’ve created three original tracks for this game with the power of God, anime, and Garageband on my side. Well, there’s the trailer theme, so that’s actually four tracks, but at the moment you only hear that one in the demo LOL! Maybe I could make it the theme music that plays when you open up the game but TBH it doesn’t quite “fit” there.
There’s also an unfinished track by Pnk Noire called Pressure Perfect, a fictional single off the fictional album Small Emotions that I want to add somehow?? (So what, five tracks?? Is this me admitting I can’t count? Possibly.) It’s just a track without lyrics so maybe I’ll keep and upload it that way until inspiration hits. Idk. 
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I actually made a bunch of Pnk Noire albums for fun but never got around to posting them. So maybe I should do that. Stay tuned!!!
NEXT STEPS (JUST KEEP ON GOING...)
Given the progress I’ve made, I feel stable enough to start mentally preparing for this year’s Yuri Jam. Recent events have made me more determined not to punk out, so here we are. With HSDJY I was lowkey trying to prove something, but with Yuri Jam I just want a short, low-stakes/low stress, completed sapphic story. 
Alsoooooo, there’s some really fun games coming out this month, some that have released recently, and then my Xbox and Switch backlog of unfinished games, wheeeeee!!! I don’t know another time when my physical need to have a break is gonna align with my mental permission to do just that SO I’m gonna play games! Read books. Not work on anything HSDJY for the rest of the month.
I will post Screenshot Sunday stuff, any asks I get, and try and reblog previous posts. Like the art. The cute, fluffy art I commissioned just ‘cause. 
Why am I so chicken to reblog art THAT I LOVE?? 
Anxiety really is a bish y’all. 
Alrighty, hitting that ‘post now’ button and going about my day 😋💛
- Gemini 
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5, 8, 12, 28
5. who do you feel most you around?
i have a small group of irl friends that are probably the first friend group i made by choice, and the longest-lasting friends i’ve had. it’s become increasingly rare, due to everyone moving away for university, but we would meet up quite often and just hang out at one another’s houses. i always went home feeling a little more whole than usual, if that makes sense. i love them dearly, and hope everyone’s doing alright at uni.
8. tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good.
@azileuk; you are incredibly dear to me, and i can’t imagine my life had i never met you.
@cutephitten, @wonderland4126, @icypolargirl78; you are some of my best friends, and i can always rely on you to cheer me up after a bad day.
@salted15​, @transmorolians​, @stm-pnk​; you always make me feel heard, and real, and cared about, and i can’t thank you enough for it.
12. how are you?
i suppose i’ve been better -- there’s a few things i’m worrying about right now, though nothing i’d like to discuss, and i’ve been sick as of late. though, it could be far worse -- i’m being reminded of people who care about me, and that things aren’t all doom and gloom. it’ll pass. it always does.
28. hugs or hand-holding?
i highly enjoy both!! i’d say i prefer hugs, as the pressure feels very nice and i enjoy being Held, though hand-holding is also a great way to keep me tethered and close. hand-holding just feels a bit more intimate to me, for reasons i can’t explain -- hugs are something i give freely and with reckless abandon!
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British Ship Sinks After Missile Strike in Gulf of Aden; Houthi Involvement Suspected
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A British-flagged cargo ship, the MV Britannia, sank in the Gulf of Aden after a suspected missile attack. Initial reports suggest Yemeni Houthi rebels may be responsible, marking a dramatic escalation of tensions in the volatile region.
Dramatic Footage Emerges
Grainy video circulating online appears to show the moment of impact. A streak of light slams into the Britannia’s hull, followed by a massive explosion and towering flames. Rescue efforts are underway, but the fate of the crew remains uncertain.
Geopolitical Implications
The attack, if confirmed as a Houthi strike, has far-reaching implications. It raises concerns about maritime safety in a crucial waterway and could disrupt global trade routes. The incident is likely to fuel condemnation of the Houthi group and may prompt military responses from Western allies.
History of Conflict
Yemen’s complex civil war, fueled by proxy conflicts between Iran and Saudi Arabia, has destabilized the region for years. The Houthis have previously targeted shipping in the Red Sea and Gulf of Aden.
Statement from UK Government
The British government has issued a strongly worded statement promising a thorough investigation and pledging to hold those responsible accountable.
Important Notes:
Fictional Scenario: Emphasize that this is a hypothetical scenario. No such attack has been confirmed.
Responsibility: Avoid definitively blaming any group without verified evidence.
Sensitivity: Conflicts in Yemen are complex and involve loss of life. Maintain respectful language.
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Thinking about Nepeta Captor <> Dave Harley now it is all good in life
Dave just got adsorbed by the polycule. Team PNK with Miss Pauling situation
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One of the happiest day of my life, I was six years old this time and this is the first time that I act as a choir in our church. I am a proud member of Iglesia Ni Cristo since I was a child up until now. I love to attend the Thursday and Sunday worship services and to fulfill my duties in our church. I was still a part of PNK during this time but now Im a part of Binhi. I met many people and made many friends because of my religion. This photo reminds me of how my life defined “pure happiness”. You can literally see all those smiles on my father's, brother's and in my eyes. in this stage of my life, i can say that i am a person with a dreams that can smoothly pushed away all my problems. in those times, I can literally smile carrying all the happiness i deserve but little did i know, as i grow up, i will experience everything and “happiness” will became temporary. My mother already left this time she went to UAE to work for our family thats why its only the three of us in this picture.
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Outsourced Mortality
The Captain awoke, lifting herself from one of countless pods, each housing an identical mirror of herself. She never remembered how she died. She felt no pain, only a faint fuzzy sensation in her head as she stepped down and reached for the pile of clothing left before her.  She thought about it as she dressed herself. Her crew had become used to this surprisingly quickly, all things considered.
Entering the adjacent corridor she looked for the nearest clock. Less than an hour until the end of this Vaikh trip? They’d chosen a convenient time to bring her back, evidently; but she couldn’t recall what this trip was for. Maybe she should make a visit to the bridge. The Bosun would know. Navigating through the labyrinthine corridors of the PNK Empyreal Masquerade had become second nature to her, and no amount of end-of-life memory loss was going to change that. The soft whoosh of train doors followed behind her as she stepped aboard, before being drowned out by the grinding of jury-rugged blast doors locking shut. The ride was smooth; internal transit systems were one of the few things not ripped out and replaced when they’d converted this cruise liner into a warship. Perhaps “warship” was being generous, the Captain knew full well how they’d fare against a real fleet, but it was her job to make sure it never came to that. Her musing was cut short as the train came to a halt, this end’s better maintained up-armouring only moderately quieter to open. From here, it was only a short cargo lift journey to the improvised command centre at the core of the vessel. Descending to the heart of her great endeavour’s flagship, she recalled what had passed for a bridge when they first got their hands on it. A grand, glass-domed view of the stars above the central passenger’s lounge, with the captain and their staff sequestered away just between; a veritable palace to guide a voyage from, and a gilded tomb in battle. 
The lift’s heavy doors slid open, and the Captain crossed out into the new bridge. Dim orange light flooded the room as innumerable keyboards rattled away in unison. Staff ran between various posts, doing manually what an advanced synthetic might mind on a purpose-built craft. The faint glow of computer screens bathed the room, seating and systems all oriented to take advantage of thrust gravity should the altaurium-based alternative fail. She might have compared it to a submarine had she ever been aboard one, or ever considered their existence for more than some fleeting moment.
“Bosun Khauly, report. What’s our destination?”
“Ah, Captain Freylakht. I’d been wondering when they’d have you plugged back into a body. We’re heading for Freylakht’s Rock, some important business there to attend to.”
Why had she named that barren sphere of earth after herself again? No, not Captain Freylakht, Maltevhor Freylakht. She wanted to commemorate her sacrifice, but her work wasn’t done yet. Maybe they’d remember the world as hers, once she’d freed the Aeyshen for good. Maybe they’d want to keep their “clean” hero, forget about the Captain’s shades of grey. She didn’t care much either way.
“Hope I’ve not asked you that too recently, must’ve missed a backup or two.”
“I’ll fill you in on the rest once we’re done here Captain. You know better than I do the dangers of lingering at the Rock.”
“I’ll get ready to drop then. Thank you Bosun.”
She wanted to be more intimate, less formal, but not in front of the bridge crew. She had standards to keep, but Bosun Khauly meant a lot more to her than she’d publicly admit. After all those years on Oystrakht scraping by on petty theft, and everything that had come since, Khauly was more a sister than any blood relative she might’ve had. Departing the bridge, the lift took her further down still, until at the end of a long corridor she saw the auxiliary launch bay. They’d be out of the Vaikh by the time she was ready.
This place had once been a hangar for luxury craft, a small dock near the best rooms for the wealthiest of passengers to land their own pleasure-starships; piloted by another of lesser fortune, of course. Some things never changed. Crossing through one of the last original airlocks, she swept her vision across the gathered masses of light craft before her, an asymmetric gaggle of the Twelve Galaxies’ detritus, some converted, some still held to their original purpose, and at the centre of it all, her own personal shuttle. An authentic Altareynsikht Keyrpeyrnikht produced transport, intended for the Altaurish military to ferry their personnel in safety, surreptitiously “acquired” from a few supportive insiders. The Captain didn’t revel in such back-channel dealings, but she knew the PNK couldn’t last without them; there was only so much a fleet of scrap and salvage could do against the might of Seylis. Marching up the waiting access ramp, she made for the corner where her own customised mechshell awaited, along with the soldier assigned to guard it. 
“Evening Cap’n, had no trouble with the crew this time.”
Freylakht stepped onto the platform in front of her mechshell and gave the guard an approving nod, standing with arms outstretched as she waited to feel the weight of armour against her body. The others always told her to wear a mimic suit inside her mechshell, but she’d rather not rely on a second-rate system like that if her skullport failed. She’d keep fighting shelless, if she had to. Besides, the weave of her usual uniform gave a little more protection, and it saved time changing. 
Being sealed into a mechshell was always a lengthy process, and in the PNK it was almost always manual. She knew they couldn’t afford auto-squires for every soldier who needed it, and wasn’t about to start making special exceptions for herself either. She slipped deeper into her thoughts as the heavy battery stack slotted onto the shell’s spine, although hers had been ripped out and replaced with a small reactor for endurance. Then came the worst part. The soldier grasped the connecting cable from the back of her suit, then slotted it into the skullport in her head. For a moment she was blinded, deaf and immobile as her senses were ripped away from her, suspended in a muted void without feeling before sight returned, the high-resolution vision of six cameras converging into her mind as her helmet locked into place, feeling more the shell housing a body than the inverse as she she was pulled from her thoughts and stepped away from the platform, ready to depart. Warming up, she flexed her arms and digits, reminding herself how this mechanical carapace felt to control as she admired its reflection against the metal hull of her transport. A smooth black face, devoid of indents or extrusions but for its softly glowing eyes. Chest and legs covered in pouches and extra plates, some original, some retrofitted to the frame. The mechshell would give her a little longer breathing if something went wrong on the journey, and she could never be too secure; not with her enemies - lurking, scrying for a weakness as she was sure they always were. She looked away and signalled the pilot to take off.
The descent was smooth through an airless sky, arriving on the barren, starless rock she’d made her opus over the years, kept warm only by the steady heat of a dying core. They’d have to pack up for another world sometime, find somewhere else that no one would come looking to hide out on; but not for a few thousand more years, at least. Reaching the surface her transport landed on a concealed pad, hidden enough from casual observers. The pad began to lower, hatches closing behind as it accelerated downwards, venturing deep into the crust of the planet where her fortress awaited. Far below the surface, near the warmth of the mantle, shielded from sensors or bombardment, it was one of the few times the Captain felt safe. Leaving her transport through a planetside airlock, she passed the layered defences of the outer gate, waving as a few of the veteran guards recognised their Captain. Venturing into the main expanse of the complex Freylakht was met with cheers first from one, then more as the various huddled Aeyshen took notice of her arrival, celebrating liberation in raids half-forgotten to her, or never passed into backup at all. She turned away, heading for the command area where the others awaited.
Taking her seat, she surveyed the room, looking across at the various other PNK leaders, all of whom were officially equal to her. Officially. In practice, she was the face of the Path of the New Kheygants, and they all knew it. Some Aeyshen, some Altaurish, some a cross like herself, and some entirely different; all subordinate to her. She’d never seen herself as much of a leader, she didn’t have the time or passion for big speeches and platitudes, but her actions had spoken for her. Whatever she wished, the Kheygants would follow her, to their deaths if need be. That they could not come back never seemed an issue. Despite this, she had to keep up impressions, and so the endless councils of Kheygants. 
Suddenly, an alarm sprung to life as she jolted from her synthetic half-slumber, grabbing her rifle from her back and diving into the corridor outside. 
“Captain, we think there’s been a breach. Something’s coming down the entrance shaft and fast!”
One of the junior soldiers called out to her, wanting as much guidance for herself as to enlighten the Captain of their situation.
“Anything from the fleet?”
“We can’t get signals from orbit down here, too much interference.”
She knew that full well, but her panic overrode rational thought in her mind. She’d been in bad situations before, but nothing like this. They’d found her stronghold, they were here, and worst of all so was her ship. She’d dreaded a situation like this ,but now that it had finally come to pass she still couldn’t accept it. How, why were they here? There was nothing that should have led them, no trail of crumbs or wayward signal that she knew of. A traitor perhaps, but that was too late to cocern herself with for long. The PNK might not survive a blow like this. Despite every bit of preparation, she knew this was it, her last stand. She could only hope Khauly had seen them coming and escaped in time. Nothing left to do now but fight.
The Captain rushed to the gate and got to cover, ordering anyone who hadn’t already done the same into position as the steady mechanical grasp of her mechshell clasped the heavy rifle in her hands. Belt fed, high calibre, the shift-assisted chemical propellants would let her sabot-jacketed rounds cut through Seylisian armour like butter. She steadied herself, implanted injectors pumping artificial veins with chemicals and stimulants, mind narrowing down to a single aim.
Fight.
Airlock doors blasted open as the atmosphere inside rushed out, a deafening roar of flowing air drowned out by cacophonous gunfire in an instant. Custom-made and louder than the rest, the Captain’s song hit steady notes of carnage as the breaching team fell one by one, but not without taking Aeyshen lives with them. Each squeeze of the trigger brought another target down, the rattling belt flying through her rifle as empty links and broken sabots spewed forth alongside her bullets, a deafening melody to join the chorus of shot. Amidst all the noise she never heard the flankers boring through the walls, encircling like hungry dogs as their sacrificial lambs were eaten alive. She didn’t hear the rest of her guards being cut off and cut down until it was already too late. She fought in a frenzied trance, and it wasn’t until she felt a bullet pass straight through her head that she was ripped out of it.
Staggering back, her vision flickered, two cameras dropping out as her field of view narrowed, yet she did not go down. She reached for her helmet, feeling for the wound that had pierced it before turning a latch and throwing it aside. Piece of scrap wasn’t going to be of much use protecting her now. Stumbling half-blind as she readjusted to her normal vision she ran for the airlock control panel deeper inside, and sealed the entrance to the habitation blocks. 
Maybe she couldn’t win, but she could buy time for the Aeyshen to arm themselves, or make their peace with it.
As the last of the air was sucked from the room, she felt a strange calm, filling her synthetic lungs with what dregs she could, and readying for the fight once more. A few minutes of breath, that should be enough to end it. She raised her rifle as more breachers rounded the corner, and with a single burst she sent them to the ground. Backing away further, she clutched her head, feeling her mind slip even as the machines in her blood clogged the wound. Her second brain could keep her alive, but not intelligent. She leant there against the wall, clinging to her fighting spirit until she worked herself into a blind anger, to righteous, vengeful fury against Seylis, against the people who had come to destroy her vision for the future, and anyone that was left to oppose her. 
The next group ventured their luck then. The Captain leapt atop the first and brought her armoured fist down on his head, the squeal of breaking metal blending with the crunch of bone and the wet squelch of flesh into a vile crunch as the second soldier took his shot and blew Freylakht’s head apart. Spraying desperately, blindly, she heard him drop. Her head was little more than a bloody stump now; nothing but her nose and metal-toothed maw remained above the neck, and she felt her rage boil. She blew the explosive bolts on her mechshell, her clawed fingers now digging into the grip of her weapon as she waited for her pursuers. Another team stormed down the corridor, and this time there was no hiding. Stepping out into their way, she squeezed the trigger, and let the belt run through. Blind and deaf, she had no hope of aiming at her foes, but she could smell them. 
Immediately they dove for cover and returned fire. The Captain felt her body tear apart. 
Arm. Chest. Leg. Stomach. Neck. Hand. Heart. 
She threw her dry rifle to the side and leapt forwards, cracked bone and torn synthetic fibre struggled to keep her on two feet as she bounded almost on all fours towards the hated Seylisians until she was on top of them, and opened her jaw wide. Biting down, her synthetic musculature strained as she sank her teeth into the neck of the first. 
Metal. Fabric. Skin. Flesh. Bone. 
Warm blood flooded her mouth as the superheated air inside the suit scorched her skin, ripping her jaw back and tearing out his throat before throwing herself at the second in blind frenzy. Grasping blindly for her knife, she plunged it into his chest, snapping blade from hilt as his screams filled the air and his allies opened fire. Bullets riddled her body. She tore desperately at the third with hoof and claw, breaking her body further in her futile attempts to scratch him until shot after shot reduced her limbs to nothing, and the guns fell silent.
Everyone here had entrusted her with their lives, and now she had failed. Her greatest work was on the verge of annihilation, and she was  powerless to stop it. She wanted to cry, but her long-destroyed eyes could cry no tears, and her body could offer no other signs of her distress. She wondered, vainly, when her last backup was. How far back would she go now? Maybe she could live, but that would mean capture, and she could not allow that. There would be another Captain Freylakht after her of course, and maybe that one would get her revenge for a loss she never experienced. It’d be all the same to the rest, but she would die here, and it was going to be on her own terms. 
Straining her ruined neck, she looked down at her chest, not that she could see it, and grit her teeth. The faint glow of the fusion reactor that kept her alive grew bright, then brighter still, until it engulfed her whole.
The Captain awoke, lifting herself from one of countless pods, each housing an identical mirror of herself. 
She never remembered how she died.
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