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derehono · 2 months

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24.02.2022.

The day that changed my life forever.

24th of February 2022 should have been my usual day. No, not usual. A wonderful day. I should have been checked with a doctor, gave notice to teachers in high school of my absence, and then fly away on vacation, my parents wanted it so much.

On 23rd of February 2022 I felt happy. I had a secure, happy life, preparing to finals, hanging out with my friends, already having an offer from university.

Until 5AM 24.02.2022.

I had not a single class in my school since then.

I haven’t seen my friend group in 2 years.

I didn’t have my finals.

We did not have that vacation.

“Daughter, wake up. This old psychotic man attacked us. We are leaving.”

That was my first photo of the day, trying sarcastically keep myself normal. I remember that actual emptiness, reading my classmates texts about how their windows were shaking because of explosions, the sky was orange. They sent that video.

He called it “a special military operation”.

I collected random clothes, some hobby stuff just to keep my sanity, grabbed my pet, emptied my safety locker. I was scared that russians would intrude into our home and steal all my savings, so I throw away key to that lock. This key became my symbol of war, I have never found it even after return.

When I with my parents and pet got out of flat to car we heard for the very first time air raid siren. We would hear so many more of them, we would learn to differentiate them, but then we were confused.

It was my second photo. People were going away. Foot, cars, bicycles. I remember such a surreal picture. Some moms were carrying their toddlers, one woman was carrying a bucket of water with turtles, other people were carrying cages with parrots, with dogs, with cats, with exotic pets despite air raid siren, temperature, rain. Everyone was so confused and scared.

Few days later the road we were riding was occupied. Bridges destroyed. Factories burnt. Supermarkets demolished. Houses in ruins. Road in holes. On the side of the road burnt cars with “DO NOT TOUCH, POSSIBLY EXPLOSIVE”. That gut wrenching feeling seeing photos of dead bodies and recognising the place.

But back then it was still lively, not a road of death. I remember reading news then. First victims, first shelling. Invasion from East. Invasion from Kharkiv region. Invasion from Crimea. Invasion from Chernihiv. Invasion from Zhytomyr. And we were in Zhytomyr region at that moment. Explosions in Kyiv. The border was destroyed.

I felt nothing. Just emptiness.

This precious girl was keeping my head cool all the road. She was also scared and irritated, but she was so strong, such an amazing girl. I am so proud of her.

We were heading to my grandparents who lived closer to West Ukraine, so we would be safer. The road that takes usually just 4 hours but that time it took 13 hours. 13 hours of driving exhausted and nerved. We saw soldiers, trucks, jets, how barricades were built, signs were removed.

But we made it. We were lucky. Lucky to be alive, to have family alive and mostly close to West, further from russia. Even though, part of my extended family still was under occupation in Chernihiv region, suffering from such close border with belarus.

When we arrived, we were just silent. Then collected mattresses for shelter, asked grandpa to grab some patrol (we knew that they would definitely destroy reservoirs and literally next day the started doing that), and just fell asleep in something that we arrived in, being so scared.

That day I also cut ties with russian friend who I am shamed to admit having. He was proving me that this is just a military operation, no one would be harmed.

Then, arrived spring that I will never forget but at the same time never remember. I remember 10 people in one floor house. I remember the whistle of rocket that woke us up. I remember sirens. I remember news. I remember losing hope. I remember first photos after deoccupation of Kyiv region. I remember how forgotten friend of my dad suddenly called him saying that his city is fully destroyed, his neighbour right on his eyes was exploded attempting to get into the car and evacuate.

I remember my first mental breakdown. How I was crying in the darkness, but quietly so no one would notice.

We were able to return home three months later. But we are just lucky. Someone would never return. Someone is not even alive to see their home again. Someone’s home is forever destroyed.

I was lucky that I have secured my place at foreign university before war, but my whole family is still in Ukraine.

War is not over at all. 20% of Ukraine is occupied. So many displaced civilians, so many deaths. No one could even count, we do not have any access to bodies. Only way to identify is to deoccupy and find mass graves. No other means. Children are suffering from PTSD even in such a young age. Almost in every city, big or small, you would find graveyards covered in Ukrainian flag, grave of the soldier.

Maybe media does not talk that much of us, but it doesn’t mean that everything is alright. Avdiivka is destroyed, right now operation searching for people under debris of the civilian house after attack is undergoing.

And this is happening all the time.

Who was punished for Olenivka? Who was punished for destruction of Kakhovka Dam? Who was punished for all fully destroyed cities? Who was responsible for all that absolutely atrocious videos torturing Ukrainian soldiers?

Please, remember, Ukraine is still on fire. People are still dying. Soldiers cannot even counterattack because they do not have enough ammo, just for protection. Information war is also waging, sharing all that misinformation, Nazi narratives, russian propaganda.

Remember.

Help.

Share.

russia is a terrorist state.

Glory to Ukraine.

Glory to the Heroes.

#personal #russia is a terrorist state #russo ukrainian war #ukraine #russia #war crimes #war #glory to ukraine #slava ukraini

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eebideebi · 11 months

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1 Weird Fact about each Companion

I have no explanation for most of these. They just seem right.

Cait: Is missing 2 teeth. One was knocked out from a fight, the other from her parents. She doesn't like to talk about how she lost the latter.

Curie: Raises animals in her spare time. Since being rescued by Sole from vault 81, she's had an interest in irradiated lifeforms, especially Rabbits and Radstags. Her favourite animals are Cats as she finds it interesting how they haven't evolved to combat the Commonwealth's radiation.

Codsworth: Still celebrates Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas, etc. He'll cook a big meal for the settlers at Sanctuary and force them all to take the evening off so they can relax and eat. Most of the settlers don't understand the traditions, but go along with it anyways.

Danse: Has never been drunk. First time Sole gets him drunk though, he steals one of Deacon's hats and starts dancing to "Uranium Fever" on the radio.

Deacon: Collects hats. I mean, for a master of disguise, you'd expect no less. But he loves really outlandish ones especially. His favourite is a comically large corn cob hat that looks like a Jojo hairstyle

Dogmeat: Favourite meat is Mole Rat meat. When Sole meets him at Red Rocket, he's chasing a Brood Mother and her children. Loves the chewy texture they have when their skin is dried.

Hancock: Eats flowers. He likes Dandelions especially, because of the fuzzy texture they have. Only eats them when he's on Jet or Buffout though, Menatat Hancock is too sophisticated for that.

MacCready: A big DCR fan. When he's travelling around the Commonwealth, it gets lonely, so he'll turn on the radio that's attached to his holster and listen to the Silver Shroud and Travis. Can sing "A Wonderful Guy" verbatim.

Valentine: Really good cook. He doesn't cook much, but when he does, it's delicious. Mostly it's just him and Ellie eating, and Ellie will gush to Piper about how good Nick's cooking is.

Piper: Grew up in a share-home. After her dad was killed when she was only 13, she and Nat were relocated to a share home for other orphans in her hometown. She likes the feeling of a busy home, as it keeps her from her thoughts, which is why she likes the noise of the Diamond City market.

Preston: Played the trumpet when he was small. His parents probably found it for sale for, like, 200 caps from a local vendor, and scraped together enough to buy it for his birthday.

Strong: Reads Shakespeare to Shaun to get him to sleep. He sits in an armchair next to his bed and reads it slowly, asking Shaun about words he doesn't understand. Sole often finds them both passed out with a play script in his hands.

X6: Sometimes wishes he was human. Solely so he can experience growing up and what Sole describes as "childhood innocence".

#fallout 4 #fallout #fo4 #bethesda #fallout 4 companions #video games #paladin danse #cait fallout 4 #deacon fo4 #nick valentine #john hancock #robert joseph maccready #preston garvey #fallout 4 headcanons

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spaghetti-man99 · 1 month

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Deer in the Headlights

Killjoys fanfic in which the trans am is a tad bit haunted and Ghoul almost gets flattened.

(fic under the cut as well :3)

If you had told Ghoul that he would be spending his evening getting chased by his own car, he would have thought you were a wave head. The trans am would never do something like that, it loved him!

As he narrowly dodged the roaring car, he was beginning to think he’d been getting too much sun himself.

He hit the ground hard and rolled. The dust on the road clung heavily to his jacket and he sighed inwardly. That was going to take at least three good washes to come out.

In the distance, he heard his friends shouting and swearing over the revving engine. He poked his head up just in time to see them all dive, Jet grabbing the Girl as he tumbled to the ground. He was up and running before the dust had even settled. He felt a spike of pain in his leg and silently prayed it wasn’t too fucked.

He watched the trans am carefully, trying to move as quickly as he could before it made its return trip. As he ran, he thought back on how ridiculous the whole situation was.

It had started that morning when the Girl said that she saw someone in the trans am, someone she had never seen before, someone with spikey black hair and a cloud for a face. Then the engine had flipped on, and it had been all downhill from there. They’d spent all day tracking down the car, asking multiple wave heads and killjoys if they’d seen it and walking all over the zones. Now the sun was down and they’d found what they were looking for barreling at them at light speed. Ghoul only hoped whoever was driving it hadn’t refilled the tank.

As if to answer his prayer, the car drifted around with an ear-piercing shriek and blinked its headlights at him.

Ghoul froze, standing like a deer in the headlights as Party and Jet screamed for him to move. But he couldn’t. There was something in the car looking at him and it had him pinned. It was making him shake, and he never shook. He needed to know what this thing was.

The car sped up, rocketing down the road so fast the tires seemed to shake and shudder on the pavement. Ghoul furrowed his brow and held out his hands. The car didn’t slow down. Kobra yelled something next to him, but he couldn’t have heard it if he wanted to. The engine was too loud. The trans am was halfway to him now. Ghoul closed his eyes and waited.

Nothing. No big bang, no white light, not even any pain. Ghoul stood still in confusion. Then he peeked an eye open to look at what he was sure was probably hell.

No flames. Just an old, battered car slowly squeaking to a stop an inch from his foot.

“Ho-ly shit.” Party whispered from the ground.

Ghoul stared open mouthed into the windshield. Whoever the Girl had seen earlier, they were definitely in there now. As the door opened and a bare foot stepped out Ghoul fumbled for his blaster. The next thing he noticed was the hair. It was black as night and spiked to the stars, like someone had taken a full can of hairspray and teased the hell out of it. Their face wasn’t a cloud like the Girl had described, but it was covered by an intricate, beaked mask.

If Ghoul’s mouth was any more open, it’d probably be filled with desert dust.

“The Phoenix Witch…” He heard Jet whisper.

No, no way. The Phoenix Witch wasn’t real, she was a fantasy, a bedtime story to help the little zone rats process the crazy amount of death they saw on the daily! And yet…

“Sorry about the car, guys.” Her voice was rough but cleansing, like a cat's tongue. “Had a friend who needed a ride.”

Ghoul’s eye twitched. “I-what?” He stammered. The Phoenix Witch tilted her head and made a gesture at the car. A ghostly head popped out of the sunroof and Ghoul stumbled back with a shout.

The ghost cringed and circled their fist across their chest. Sorry. Ghoul recognized the sign. He hesitated before shaking his head and glancing to his friends, who he was glad to see were just as befuddled as him.

“No, it’s fine, sorry, just… What?”

The Phoenix Witch shrugged as the ghost slid out of the car behind her. “It was their last wish.” She said matter-of-factly, “I had to grant it.” She glanced at the car and sighed. Ghoul’s heart sank as he followed her gaze to the scratches littering the side of the trans am.

“Shit,” she whistled, “I didn’t even realize we hit anything. Did you?” The ghost shook their head adamantly and held up their hands. She tsked and walked up to the trans am, laying her hand on the scratches. She wiped her hand across the surface gently and muttered something Ghoul couldn’t quite catch. When she pulled her hand away, the scratches were barely visible.

She looked over her handy work and hummed. “Sorry, I’m a bit rusty.” She said. Ghoul shook his head. She tilted her head and he could feel her gaze on him, boring deep into his chest. His eyes darted to the ground, but he could still feel the holes she was burning. He felt a strong cold flash, and suddenly it was over. He glanced up and saw her walking away, the ghost following quickly behind. They looked back and grinned at Ghoul, tapping their hand to their chin and pulling it away.

Thank you.

Ghoul gave a small, confused smile and pinched his fingers together, waving them back and forth before making hooked peace signs and twisting them.

No problem.

Then a cloud of dust blew in front of them, and they were gone.

The lights in the trans am clicked off, and the killjoys were left alone in the dark, blue desert. None of them talked for a long time.

“What the fuck was that.” Party hissed eventually.

Ghoul hesitated. Then he shrugged and headed towards the car. “Something way beyond us, man, that’s for sure.” He said as he slid into the driver's seat.

The others looked at him in shock before slowly starting towards the trans am. Ghoul chuckled and brushed a candy wrapper off the dash.

At least they had the car back, right?

#fanfic #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #fun ghoul #party poison #kobra kid #jet star #the girl #the trans am (danger days)#phoenix witch

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ghostowlattic · 16 days

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TYPE GUIDE

crawls out of a wreck

flickering monochrome flames

a crashed rocket ship

the sort of vessel

you’d expect to see plunging

into the moons eye

chiming bells clanging

see inside the porthole wails

hear the sirens tale

somewhere far away

over the crook of nightfall

past the glowered orbs

can you hear the sound

hearts of galaxies crying

weeping milk and light?

a warbling codex

of hazed phonological

representation

in a meager pouch

she keeps back spacers, delete keys,

portable jawbone

she’s often survived

on nothing but nibs and pens

she pisses in black

guilty of murder

the blood of a typewriter

all over her hands

it put up a fight

small holes from its many teeth

have scarred her knuckles

feels them vibrating

waiting to be born again

hiding their magic

landed in these bleak

heaps of disposed exertions

stinking of sadness

almost anything

half worth its paper thin weight

must pass through here first

junkyard of heroes

bulky mounds of shabby capes

discarded face masks

pits of rotting verse

unwritten compendiums

illusionist meat

this is where the itch

lays down to give up the ghost

or to become one

a schloop in the muck

things moving every which way

under hero rubbish

there are faint voices

coming from under the heaps

cheesy pulp maxims

cannibal critics

lurking in the damp rubbish

surviving on quips

first degree weasels

these are true soul sucking finks

deep throated golfers

serpent headed thumbs

that come slurping out of holes

slack faced jowls snapping

all they want to do

is suck every golden drop

of hope and beauty

she gets it, she does;

her great thirst of purpose

wants to be fed too

it wants paper planes,

velvet curtain recitals,

and warm warm biscuits

it wants a coastline

coiled around a summer field

like a mama cat

these inhuman finks

each have human like mouth holes

muttering slogans

offering her vast

schmoozing book deals for sex dates

hard-ons in Dockers

she escapes their coils

but just as she’s on her feet

one snatches her hand

strikes like a viper

latches her left hand with its teeth

and rips it clean off

retreats with is prize

they fight over it like dogs

snarling dumb lackeys

her stump is gushing

rich fountains of black and red

memories and pain

those who knock you down

they can barely stand themselves

this she knows is true

she gets to her feet

and clutching her jetting stump

she struggles to walk

they’re coming again

these jaw snapping slithering

bastards on her heels

an unsettled storm

inside her deepest nowhere

something is coming

gurgling bellows

even the weasel finks stop

at this ugly noise

her belly tightens

the skin visibly shudders

rippling in waves

there is pulsating

subsurface neoplasm

under her belly

the retching comes fast

sick with too many dark dreams

giving birth to void

it pushes upward

feels like her chest will explode

pressing her throat wide

she hunches open

heaves from her lowest black guts

and out come the woods

a stream of tall trees

shoot one after the other

flooding out her mouth

an endless black flood

spewing out a dark forest

of vast crooked limbs

groves of long corpse arms

spat onto the horizon

filling every space

stones vines and rabbits

saplings and babbling brooks

bears in winter dens

even great mountains

spew from her gaping wet maw

pooling around her

there is this new vast

remote melanoid fallow

uncharted landscape

every direction

something that had never seen

naked light of day

#HAIKU #writing #type guide #mywriting #small section from much longer thing #stuff

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numbuh900 · 1 month

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Codename: Foals Next Door

KND x MLP AU

A universe where everyone in the kids next door universe are My Little Pony ponies/creatures, also alot of the characters don't have human names and instead go by more Equestrian sounding names.

Also this universe still has stuff like human technology like cars, the internet, space travel and stuff. 2x4 technology is the same tho there are special trained magic user operatives in the FND, Celestia and Luna or any Equestrian legends are seen as just fairy tales but they have some hints of truth to them.

Celestia and Luna were FND alicorn operatives that fought against evil adult's together back in the midieval times, like with Numbuh Zero, some believe they existed while others say they were just myths.

Comes from a long line of umbrum which is why he and his Dad don't have cutie marks.

Mom is a dragon named Ruby.

Dad is a earth pony(umbrum).

Doesn't have rocket boots like his human counterpart, just uses his wings instead.

Like Scootaloo,he has trouble flying with his wings so me makes jetpacks and jets for himself so he can enjoy the rush of flight.

Has a special 2x4 tech weapon that shoots horse shoes.

Her special attack is blasting rainbow blast from her horn, she's the magic expert of her Sector as she loves finding/making spells for Numbuh Five to use.

Got his cutie mark when he knocked out a whole group of teens with the throw on one dodge ball.

Main attack is a hindleg flipkick love called "The BuckFlip"

Her special talent is hunting for candy and being able to sense it.

Knows a few candy themed spells she learnt from Cree back when she was in basic training.

And now for the only villain I ponified, Father.

Is an Umbrum and comes from a long line of them.

real name is Brimstone Burner.

Didn't discover his powers until his teens year's.

Headcannons for what creatures the other characters are

Toiletnator=Earth Pony

Rachel=Unicorn

Fanny=Dimond Dog

Count Spankulot=Bat Pony

Numbuh 20,000=Sea Pony/hippogriff

The Kid(Ace)=Griffin

Numbuh 60=Reindeer

Lizzie=Earth Pony(Secretly a alien plant pony)

King Sandy=Sea Pony/hippogriff

Crazy Old Cat Lady: Abyssinians

Miss. Goodwall=Minotaur

Chester=Donkey

Lura Limpin=Cow

Mr. Boss=Dimond Dog

President Jimmy=Griffin

Stickybeard=Avian

Ace/The Kid=Avian

KnightBrace=Pegasus pony

The Delightful Children From Down the lane=Changelings

The Common Cold=Earth Pony

Numbuh 30c=Seapony/hippogriff

#cartoons #cartoon network #codename kids next door #codename knd #artists on tumblr #crossover #fanart #my litte pony friendship is magic #my little pony #alternate universe #au #knd au #knd #mlp fim #mlp art #mlp #mlp g4

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renerox · 6 months

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SURFADELIC ROCKABILLY EXPLOSION !!! vol.15

. Baby, it ain’t over til it’s over. Sooo, we’re back with full mag o’ psychobilly bullets. 15th volume of ROCKABILLY EXPLOSION features more modern r-billy favs as Eddie Angel, The A-Bones, The Continentals, Tav Falco And Panther Burns, Robert Gordon, Planet Rockers, Flat Duo Jets, The Del Moroccos, Mojo Nixon, The Raymen, The Hormonauts, Barbary Coasters, Big Six, Blue Cats, The Rockets,…

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#COMPILATION #GARAGE PUNK #PSYCHOBILLY #ROCKABILLY #SURFADELIC

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useless-catalanfacts · 4 months

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Gamers i contingut sobre videojocs en català. Part 2

Per veure la part 1, fes clic aquí.

Streamers de videojocs shooter i competitius:

(CATWs): Warzone, FIFA, Call of Duty, etc. Twitch, YouTube, Twitter.

Hirokus: molts jocs diferents. Twitch, YouTube, Twitter, TikTok.

El Moviment Ondulatori: jocs de lluita, col·leccionisme i història dels videojocs. Twitch, YouTube, Twitter.

Rockstr85: Twitter, Twitch, YouTube, Instagram, TikTok, Threads, Bsky, Discord, Telegram.

ValSet i Jet Set Cast: videojocs nous i retro. Twitter, Twitch, YouTube, TikTok, Instagram, Ivoox.

Shendeluth: Twitch, YouTube, Twitter, Instagram.

MeritxFeifer: Fortnite. Twitch.

Associacions que fan competicions i també streaming:

Gamesports Electrònics: competicions d'eSports a Catalunya, LOL i Valorant. Twitch, YouTube, Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, pàgina web.

Gaming Barcelona eSports Club: Twitter, Twitch, Instagram, TikTok.

Esports Electrònics de Girona: Twitter, Twitch, Discord, Instagram.

Streamers de jocs de carreres (racing):

LopezNorman44: jocs de carreres, Elden Ring i altres. Twitch, Twitter, YouTube, TikTok, Instagram, canal de WhatsApp. També porta el pòdcast de F1 Bandera Blava.

Alvamoll7: jocs de carreres. YouTube, Twitter.

A tot drap: jocs de carreres. YouTube, Twitch.

Streamers i creadors de contingut d'altres tipus jocs:

MirdeTost: jocs d'estratègia complexa i RPG, sobretot Crusader Kings 3. Twitter, YouTube.

Simmer valenciana: els Sims, Minecraft, indie, Wow i jocs de terror. Twitch, YouTube, Twitter, TikTok, Instagram, Mastodon.

Gufolove: videojocs indies i soulslike, també anime. Twitter, Twitch, TikTok, Instagram, Discord.

Devidcat: YouTube, Twitch, Twitter, Instagram, TikTok, Mastodon, Facebook.

Pulga Tejana: Twitch, YouTube, Twitter.

Comunitat catalanoparlant de jocs en concret:

CAT of Duty: comunitat catalanoparlant de Warzone i Call of Duty. Telegram.

CATCOM: comunitat catalanoparlant d'Star Citizen. Pàgina web, Twitter, Twitch, YouTube, Instagram, Guilded.

FortniteCAT: comunitat catalanoparlant del Fortnite. Twitter, Discord.

Cavallers del Cel: comunitat catalana de Simulació de combat. Pàgina web, YouTube, Twitter, Discord.

La Banda Catalana: comunitat catalanoparlant d'Age of Empires. Twitter, Twitch, Discord.

Grup de Telegram d'Animal Crossing: Telegram.

World of Warcraft: Telegram.

Grup de Telegram Cloud Gaming (Stadia i altres plataformes streaming): Telegram.

Rocket League en català: Telegram.

Rainbow Six Siege en català: Telegram.

Xe Quin Pasme!: jocs de terror. Telegram.

#coses de la terra #català #valencià #llengua catalana #streamers #youtubers #gamers #influencers

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lunastars21 · 7 months

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Random ramblings of team hooligan because I can

Fang X Bark is a good ship I like it, fang has two hands he can date both bark and Corsen he’s a bisexual motherfucker.

If trip does become a member of team hooligan, her and bean have to have sibling vibes.

The Marvelous Queen is a big fan of gamma, the garage is filled with fucking gamma merch. Fang has to explain each time this isn’t his, it’s the queens.

I’ve seen many oc x fang art, and I am proud to be in that group. But what I’ve noticed is that most have the “talk shit at each other in affection “ route which I also love! But Corsen doesn’t work that way at all.

She spoils the shit outta fang.

This woman just FUELS his ego more. Helps in situations but good lord this idiot jerboa is gonna have the guts to launch him self off a cannon because of her, and bean would join him.

Bean technically has four dads. you got bin, his actual biological dad. Pin, his uncle, Fang the bad influence. And Bark, the good influence! Then you got Lucy, the marvelous Queen and Corsen being his mom figures, and trip being his potential sister! Bean’s got a big family! ^^

I imagine if the hooligans got a super form, fang would be able to summon a billion of corks, big or small, and launch them at his foes with the snap of his fingers! Bark would be able to use ice powers, summon giant icebergs and fire snowballs, maybe throw a giant snowman at enemies hell yeah lets get silly! And bean just summons a nuke, OH FUCK.

If anyone random flirts with fang, Corsen is getting out a fucking rocket launcher you better RUN.

I have a metal Fang by the way ( his names clang ), and he basically has the same goal as metal Sonic, get rid of fang. But he also has a crush on Corsen and calls her his gamer girl, fang and the marvelous Queen beat the shit out of him.

Unsure if I wanna make a metal bark or bean design and what they would be like.

Jet was caught by the authorities once and they showed him his wanted picture…wait..JET THE JERBOA THATS FUCKING FA-

I’d like a treasure team tango 2 please

Fang and Nic have a good relationship in my headcanon because fucking say so, I love positivity, I like some angst but positive makes me go BRRRRR

Metal Sonic is fucking lucky he was dealing with Amy, or fang would’ve beat the EVER LIVING SHIT OUT OF HIS CIRCUITS FOR TAKING HIS BOYS.

Bean angrily punching the wall because he missed the moment of fang caring about them, NEXT TIME FOR SURE

Honey the cat helping Corsen how to girl because she has no fucking clue what she’s doing.

Honey and Fang have a sibling like relationship, THEY are the ones that talk shit about each other but if some stranger talks shit about them they will FIGHT them.

The hooligans have appeared in honey’s magazine because she needs models for her clothes! plus they have her temporary protection so the authorities can’t get to them lol.

I headcanon that in the modern world, the hooligans become a band! All the music with lyrics that you hear throughout the games is just fucking team hooligan! Especially the music in frontiers, Female lyrics is either Corsen or honey, but most of the singing is done by fang, bark has the guitar, bean is on the drums, and the Queen is on keyboard. Some times fang gets the bloody piano out because I know you read Archie if you headcanon fang plays the piano! Lets go!

Fang is known for not only having bad luck, but also being very cartoony, Wild E. Coyote vibes he gives, but whenever Corsen is nearby, his luck increases, so you could say Corsen is his good luck charm.

Fang and bean get scared easily by anything horror related, bark usually has to be there with them to be the “emotional support teddy bear”

That’s all for now but you can drop your wholesome team hooligan headcanons too! I’d love to hear them, especially thanks to Sonic superstars for spiking up their popularity! Lets make sure team hooligan is never forgotten again! ^^

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meet-me-in-the-pouringrain · 1 year

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The Phoenix And The Rocket

Chapter 2

Chapter 1 Here.

Thank you all for the love on the first chapter <3 makes me excited to write. Hoping for weekly updates as I finish 2nd year Uni off but we’ll see. Atm I think there is roughly 8 chapters so very short and sweet but I have a habit of extending things so we’ll see!

Emily Prentiss, at the insistent of her therapist, signs up for a trauma ‘dumping’ site. She never expected that her Dump would connect her back to her old boss and the man she’s been in love with for over ten years.

Also the man she’s absolutely furious at for leaving.

As always : Credit goes to @lonelychicagos for the prompt :)

Edit : Since publishing I have been made aware that the term ‘Trauma Bonding’ is actually an abuse tactic and doesn’t mean ‘bonding over shared trauma’. Would like to make it clear that was a very strong mistake on my part and I apologise deeply for any offence.

Chapter 2

It was week and a case later that Emily realised her laptop had a notification sitting on it, a reply lie in waiting 20 minutes after her initial contact. Feeling guilty but overpowered by intrigue, the woman settled down on the jet, the laptop balancing on her knee and excitement in her chest.

Her seat partner, the insufferable David Rossi, eyes her with sneaky, glinting eyes. "Something you wanna share with the class, Prentiss?" He goades, smirking.

Emily glances up, scowling, as the rest of the team all turned attention onto her. "Excuse me?" She frowns.

"Oh she avoided the question" Tara pipes up.

"Now she's rolling her eyes" Spencer joins in. "That implies that she's hiding something"

Memories of Spencer and herself teasing Morgan a lifetime ago took Emily by surprise. Her jaw clenched and her laptop shut.

"I want everyone's paperwork on my desk on Thursday" She snaps, irritated to high heaven. Her eyes rolled again at the sound of Luke's childish indignation and JJ's proclamation of "I'm innocent!." Briefly, she wondered how the hell Hotch coped. Her irritation flared up at the thought of that man. Her anger at his abandonment still ever present.

Logically, She knew she had no right to be pissed especially after two years. There was an argument for the fact that she had abandoned this team twice. And she has a habit of walking away when she doesn't get her way, a fact that both Strauss and Barnes had to find out the hard way.

But she was so angry. She had a comfortable life in London, a boyfriend that was nice enough and a job she enjoyed and that paid well, yet she packed it all up in a moments notice for him.

And she didn't even get a fucking thank you.

No, he just thrust all this responsibility on her shoulders and left, expecting her to pick up the pieces.

He expected her to soothe Penelope's anguish at losing another family member, be Dave's drinking buddy again, be Spencer's parental figure that no one addresses, be JJ's sister, and control two practical strangers in Tara and Luke.

God, he was a bastard.

Emily muses over that all on the drive home, fingers tight on the steering wheel, from the jet. Thankfully, the case drew to a close on a Friday giving her leeway to leave. She's still seething as she enters her apartment and re-boots her laptop.

'Meow'

"Hey Serg" Emily mumbles, pouring a generous glass of red wine.

The feline trots out of his hiding spot, happily. Emily and Penelope share custody of the pet now, He had recognised her during a girls night at Penelope's and threw a hissy fit as much as a cat could and had refused to leave her side. She physically melted and her friend gave her permission to take her cat back.

As it turns out, her little shit was a huge shit for other people.

But Emily couldn't do that to her so now they trade off whenever there's a case and she has to leave town.

"Pen drop you off, buddy?" She smirks, stroking his head. The cat purrs happily at her attention, making her laugh. He jumps to her lap before she can place the laptop on her so she awkwardly types with one hand. She loads up her conversation, cringing at the date left below RocketRacoon's sentences, and sighs. The poor man was probably waiting on her reply for ages before giving up.

Sergio suddenly freaks and hisses at the laptop, batting the screen angrily.

"Woah!" She exclaims, moving him away. He hisses again, eyes narrow, before hauling off with a feral screech. She stares after him as he bounces up on his scratching post. "Freak" Emily states at him, confused. She shakes her head and takes a gulp of liquid courage before typing again.

On the other side of the country, in Lakewood, Colorado, Aaron Hotchner slams down a cardboard box. His forehead was slick with sweat and his chest heaves with heavy breathes.

"You know, You could help" He mutters absentmindedly to his son. Jack sat playing video games in the living room tv.

"I could" Jack nodded. "I don't wanna though."

"Max"

"...."

"Max!"

"....."

"JACK"

"Yes dad?"

Jack turns, an expression on his face that mirrors his fathers. Since they got the word that Scratch was gone, Jack had reverted back from Max Hortenal. He refused to answer to his false name from his father, only reluctantly accepting it from school and friends. It was hard on Aaron to accept this change, habitually calling him Max.

Aaron glares at his son, jaw clenched. "Go and get the bait from the truck please." He orders authoritatively.

They'd just come back from a fishing expedition. In his retirement, Aaron had picked up Golfing, Running and Fishing as hobbies.

He loves the mundanity but sometimes he finds himself imagining he's chasing after an UNSUB while running. Or fishing out evidence to help a case rather than a sea bass he lets go after a picture.

The golfing is just fun.

Jack comes back in, gingerly gripping the bucket of worms in his hands. "Here." He snaps, holding it out. With an eyeroll, his father takes the bait and deposits it in the garage. "By the way, your laptop just pinged." Jack tells him, closing down his game. "I'm gonna go shower."

Aaron nods, wishes him a goodnight because he knows Jack will conk out straight afterwards, and heads towards the device. He figured after two days of no reply from Phoenix that he wasn't going to get one, chalking it up to intimidation and so he was confused as to what notification he had received. He grabs his glasses from his pocket, resenting that time certainly wasn’t on his side, and settles them on his face as he squints at the screen.

Surely by now his trauma dump would have been buried by others; He even saw Katie Jacob’s at one point when he checked for Phoenix’s question. He wished the girl well before blocking her so she didn’t question him anymore.

So imagine his surprise when the message was indeed Phoenix, apologising for the late reply.

PhoenixPren : So sorry! I didn’t see this reply, I travel a lot for work and was out of town!

Aaron breaths out a sigh, raising his eyebrows in acknowledgement.

RocketRacoon: I’ve been there, it’s okay.

Emily smiles and quirks an eyebrow of her own at the fast reply. With a purse of her lips, she types again.

PhoenixPren : You travel for work too?

RocketRacoon : Used too, Retired now.

PhoenixPren : Ah. Lucky. I gotta pay the bills somehow.

Aaron lets out a tiny laugh while Emily cringes at herself.

PhoenixPren : Anyway, you said you’re up for questions? Is that still on the table or have I ruined my chances?

“Fucks sake Emily, you’re not flirting with him.” Emily scolds herself, putting down her wine. Sergio mewls angrily at her as she speaks, still pissed at the laptop for some reason. “Weirdo” She insults her cat, swinging her legs to rest on her couch.

Aaron thinks about it for a moment, casting his mind to the day he’s had. He pulled Jack out of school, his son having a bad day the day before, and whisked him off to go fishing. At first, Jack seemed to hate life because he was forced out on a canoe in the lake but soon found himself laughing and enjoying time with his dad. He had forgotten about the day before entirely as he watched Aaron fight with a Bass and nearly go overboard. Aaron enjoyed it too, getting his son out without the worry that there was a serial killer lurking around the corner, ready to finish was Foyet started all those years ago.

He shrugs as he types.

RocketRacoon : Sure, Why not? What would you like to know?

Emily grins in excitement before it fades and she swallows, typing out what she wanted the answer to for weeks.

PhoenixPren : I guess there’s just one question really. How do you do it?

Aaron breathes out again, pulling back from his computer. He frowns and clicks on her profile, finding no story to tell. The only information he can see is that the person he was speaking to was a woman in her early 50’s. She had actually wrote ‘fuck off’ in the age section but then imputed in the ‘fun fact’ section that she went and saw Siouxie and The Banshees for her 18th birthday in 1987, placing her in her early 50s.

Phoenix had a story, one that she wasn’t willing to share. If he had to profile her (and boy was he almost giddy at the opportunity) he’d guess she was coerced into the website like himself, and searching for courage to write her own story.

RocketRacoon : One day at a Time. There’s high points and low points, you’ll have Good days and Bad days.

Emily blinked as the advice came through.

“You’re gonna go weeks, months even” Hotch tells her softly as she sits across from him on the plane. It was only those two, he duped her into entering early. Just to check on her. “Feeling fine and then you’re going to have a bad day. “ He stared at her with such intensity that she almost finds herself being pulled in. “Just let me know when you do.”

Shaking her head out of that memory, Emily blinks back water and sighs.

It takes her a while to type out the response, so long in fact that Aaron begins to exit the conversation, deciding that he’s in a good enough mood to read a few tales of the site. Phoenix catches him last second though.

PhoenixPren : Thank you.

He sighs again, reading the little two words over a few times.

RocketRacoon : You seem like you need more than advice

Emily tilts her head now, scrunching her face up.

PhoenixPren: Excuse me.

RocketRacoon : Sorry for the bluntness. Most people are on this site as a form of therapy- to share stories and make connections. I checked out your profile, What’s your story?

He didn’t know where that boldness comes from but something in his gut told him to keep that conversation going. Should Spencer be here, he’d probably rattle off a factoid about natural instincts. He grew nervous when Phoenix didn’t reply, or the little typing bubble didn’t pop up and was about to apologise again when she simply sent a shrugging emote.

PhoenixPren: Too much to tell, sorry Rocky.

RocketRacoon : RockET and mine wasn’t? I’m always here to talk if you need, Phoenix.

Emily licks her lips and picks up her wine again.

PhoenixPren : Does this mean we are TraumaBuddies now?

Aaron smirks, shrugging as if Phoenix could see him.

RocketRacoon : If you would like that. I’m very intrigued by you.

Emily swigs the last of her wine.

PhoenixPren : Buckle Up, Rocky. You’re in for a ride.

Word count :1834

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#criminal minds #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #hotchniss #hotchniss fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #emily x aaron #emily x hotch #agent prentiss #The Phoenix and the Rocket #i wrote the majority of this in 45 minutes after playing minecraft for 3 hours

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A collective sigh of relief for Sonic and friends – 2019 Annual

So maybe you’re a new comic book reader or a parent looking into IDW’s Sonic book for your child. “Annuals” are extra long special release books that come out once a year and may or may not tie into the storyline going on in the main book. The Sonic 2019 Annual fits between issues 12 and 13, after the Metal Sonic story arc but before the Metal Virus saga.

It contains five child-friendly and heartwarming stories in the Sonic world with colorful art and some fan-favorite characters.

Bonds of Friendship

The first story in this collection opens not with Sonic but with our new comic-exclusive characters.

Whisper visits Tangle in Spiral Hill Village and is introduced to Jewel the Beetle, Tangle’s childhood friend. She and Jewel used to go on little adventures together and collected a number of gems and treasures, which Jewel now displays in a museum she is the curator of.

Just as the girls are all getting acquainted, the Babylon Rogues break in and raid the place. Storm accidentally abducts Jewel, thinking that she is actually a giant gemstone. Tangle and Whisper team up to save her and in the process humiliate the Babylon Rogues and get the gems back.

All in all, a very charming and cute adventure that doesn’t overstay its welcome.

Also, as a fan, it’s nice to see the Babylon Rogues return since they’ve always been exclusive to the Sonic Riders series. We did see Sonic and Knuckles ride their extreme gear in the Battle for Angel Island, so we could infer that Riders is included in the continuity but this really seals it.

Being penned by Ian Flynn, this story serves mainly to flesh out more of Tangle’s backstory and to develop her close relationship with Whisper going forward. Having just introduced these characters less than a dozen issues ago in the comic’s run, they’re the ones most in need of new content so it makes sense.

Also Jewel will be an important character going forward, so readers would benefit from seeing her debut in 2019 Annual before digging into the next story arc.

The art by Jennifer Hernandez was much more charming in this story than it was in “Fallout!” and I think her art style was better suited to this kind of jokey adventure.

Jet Set Tornado

Sonic and Tails go for a test flight on the Tornado with a new booster rocket attached. In a unique twist, Sonic is piloting the biplane instead of Tails because Sonic is better suited to maneuvering at high speed. Plus, it’s a nice reminder that the Tornado was actually Sonic’s plane, not Tails’.

Their test flight is interrupted by a badnik but the two manage to take the winged machine down and fly off into the sunset. Sonic asks Tails to take over the yoke because it’s more relaxing for him to ride. Besides, you have to go slow to land.

This story was great for showing Sonic and Tails’ close relationship and how much they believe in each other. Writer Caleb Goellner managed to squeeze a charming story into very few pages and artist Jack Lawrence effectively used a clean art style and uncluttered panels to communicate all the needed visual information without any of it looking simplistic.

Victory Garden

This one is by far my favorite story of the bunch.

Blaze the Cat goes looking for Silver the Hedgehog in the ruins of a town, presumably one bombed during the Eggman War. She finds him trying to plant a garden in a crater, but Silver isn’t having any luck with it.

Blaze uses her fire powers to burn the weeds away and then tells Silver to turn the ashes into the soil to nourish his garden and sure enough, he soon has a flourishing garden of sunflowers, tomatoes, and carrots.

This story is both somber and heartwarming. And it re-establishes the friendship between Silver and Blaze. Longtime fans will know that their relationship is a bit canonically muddled, but they make a good team so I’m glad to see their friendship rebooted here.

I also loved that Blaze would know the role fire can have in renewing plant life, considering her magical attunement to fire. Silver, coming from a post-apocalyptic future, would naturally be attracted to gardens and vibrant plant life but wouldn’t know the first thing about gardening.

Curse of the Pyramid

Our bandits, Rough and Tumble, search for Eggman’s pyramid base and the treasure that waits within.

They don’t expect to run into Rouge the Bat! She’s searching for the same thing, of course, because of her addiction to jewels. Tumble tries to throw her off their trail using his powerful stink but while running away from Rouge stumbles into the Egg Golem (from Sonic Adventure 2!)

While the goons fight the Golem, Rouge goes to find the control unit to disable it but stumbles onto something else! She comes back covered in mummy bandages warning them of the pyramid’s curse!

Rough and Tumble run for it and then it’s revealed that Rouge isn’t actually cursed, she just dressed as a mummy to scare the idiots off. It turns out a group of animals moved into the pyramid after Eggman moved out and they use the “curse” to ward off thieves.

I think it’s hilarious that Eggman is constantly building these unique bases all over the world, and even hides treasure in some of them, but will abandon them at the drop of a hat.

I also like when Sonic characters use their more unique abilities in fun ways because it’s one of the series’ strengths. Even among children’s media, most don’t have a colorful cast both this large and with varied powers. Seeing Rough and Tumble actually use their stink as skunks makes perfect sense and gives them a unique attack when needed.

Sonic Fan Club

The last story of the 2019 annual is a meeting of the Sonic the Hedgehog fan club.

The meeting quickly devolves into a struggle for power as the kids argue about who should be club president. They begin trying to embody different virtues of Sonic to prove they deserve to be president.

They go for a foot race to see who’s the fastest, roll into balls just like Sonic, and fight a badnik to prove they’re brave like Sonic.

The Egg Pawn proves to be too much for them to handle and Tangle steps in to help. Of course, Tangle says they should have a Tangle fan club instead but because she got too distracted, she ends up tangling herself up in her tail and humiliating herself.

As a kid who grew up with Sonic, there’s nothing more charming than the idea of a bunch of kids having a Sonic fan club. I had a stupid grin on my face for the entire story.

The Verdict

The 2019 Annual is a cute little special to pick up but maybe not required reading for IDW Sonic. Kids could pick up this book and understand everything going on without any of the context of the previous 12 issues, but it will enrich their reading going forward.

#idw sonic #sonic the hedgehog

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skrooy · 26 days

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Sonic Crack Ships

So lately I've been going through a Sonic phase though its mostly a Tails phase if im being honest with myself. I've been trying to watch all the Sonic media and read all the Sonic comics that I can while playing a few Sonic games here and there. So my messed up brain came up with this stupid idea. What if I put every version of every canon Sonic characters from all Sonic media into multiple rounds of the hunger games simulator until only ones left. So I did that and even though I literally did it yesterday I already forgot who won I just remember it was something stupid. I also did it with all the diffrent canon and AU versions of Tails I could find and the winner was actually Tails from Sonic Boom. But anyways im getting off track where im going with this is that today while I was doing nothing lying in bed my brain came up with an even more messed up idea. What if I put all the Sonic characters not including the humans into a random wheel picker on Google to form a bunch of crack ships. So I did it for every character on the wheel. I now have a list. And I have decided to post this list because I find it funny. And I dare people to draw a couple from this list together or make a short cute crack story about one of these ships. And if you do please send a link to me. Ill die laughing if anyone does this. Sorry if I misspelled some names. P.S. I tried to put pictures on here for each character but I couldn't figure out how. I already have a part 2 for this in the works with even more characters.

Rosy the Rascal x Dark Doom

Scourge the Hedgehog x Trip the Sungazer

Mephiles the Dark x Silver Sonic

Ray the flying Squirrel x Rouge the Bat

Espio the Chameleon x Whisper the Wolf

Sage x Metal Amy

Storm Beard x Tumble the Skunk

Tiara Boobowski x Duck Bill Platypus

Cat (from Sonic Freedom Fighters) x Sonar the Fennec Fox

Hangry x Johnny Lightfoot

Gaia (Light, Dark, or both) x Megan Acorn

Tangle the Lemur x Silver the Hedgehog

Thrash the Tasmanian Devil x Sails

Thorn Rose x Vector the Crocodile

Monkey Khan x Fang the Jerboa

Jack x Tikal the Echidna

Prim x Chip

Werehog Sonic x Blaze the Cat

Nicole the Holo Lynx x Catfish

Knuckles the Dread x Sonic the Hedgehog

Zector the Zone Cop x Metal Tails

Wave the Swallow x Morian Blackthorn

Infinite the Jackal x Mighty the Armadillo

Vermin the Cybernik x Super Mecha Sonic

Porker Lewis x Zails the Zone Cop

Geoffrey St. John x Nazo the Hedgehog

Metal Sonic 3.0 x Manic the Hedgehog

Rocket the Sloth x Eclipse the Darkling

Marine the raccoon x Metal Scourge

Sonia the Hedgehog x Red

Black Rose x Dingo

Metal Knuckles x Nine

Charmy Bee x Neo Metal Sonic

Zknuckles the Zone Cop x Knuckles

Vanilla the Rabbit x Ebony the Cat

Rusty Rose x Perci

Mecha Sonic x Jet the Hawk

Bark the Polar Bear x Emperor Metallix

Mangy x Amy Rose

Sally Acorn x Griff

Fleetway Sonic x Tails the Fox

Bean the Dynamite x Zonic the Zone cop

Nasty Hyenas (the whole group) x Sticks the Badger

Metal Sonic x Stripes the Tiger

Batten x Storm the Albatross

Fiona the Fox x Cream the Rabbit

Anti Tails x Shade the Echidna

Bunnie Rabat x Shadow the Hedgehog

Antoine x Zooey the Fox

Sonic.exe x Jules (yes I know this is Sonics dad in the comics)

Ifrit x MinaMongoose

Rocket Metal Sonic x Tekno the Canary

Avatar x Big the Cat

Zantoine the Zone Cop x Gnarly

Chaos x Rotor the Walrus

Bunny Bones x Anti Sally

Zouge the Zone Cop x Zespio the Zone Cop

Denizen 1998 x Tails Doll

Mecha Knuckles x Honey the Cat

Rebel x Sleet

Knucks x Pseudo Sonic

Solaris x Zally

Nack the Weasel x Athair

Ball Hog x Carrotia

Grand Battle Kuku 15th x Lupe the wolf

Roxy the waiter x Lien-Da

Number 16 Speedy x Alicia Acorn

King Max Acorn x Bearenger

Lawrence x Burning Blaze

Elias Acorn x Fiest the Panda

Ari x Roller

Sallybot x Queen Aleena

Da Bearz (both of them) x Fockewulf

Julie-Su x Dr. Finitevus

Ms. Possum x Catty Carlisle

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eternally-anomalous · 3 months

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jet rocket slug cat

a horrible idea. you should feel ashamed for even thinking about it

-eternal anomaly

#anon

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inioranackatori · 8 months

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Sci-Fi Writers Have No Sense of Scale, Part 3

The more of these I do, the more I start to realize that the character designers of GaoGaiGar did have a sense of scale to start with. Then the series suffered power creep, the challenges faced by The Heroes increased in crazy, and things progressively ballooned into the outlandish.

…setting aside a giant robot anime targeted at kids is by default outlandish.

No jokes about doors this time, unless you mean a 10 meter (32 ft) tall cat door. That’s right - it’s time for Galeon!

Galeon doesn’t really have much in the way of insane stats to speak of. They’re all relatively nice, normal, and tame, for a giant robot cat from outer space. Galeon is also know as the ultimate robot stork substitute who delivered baby Mamoru safely to Earth.

Nothing really stands out here. Galeon is classified as a Brave Robot as that’s what Three G classified all their giant robots as. The show is also part of the Brave series, so it makes thematic sense. The type also makes sense as it’s Exactly What It Says on the Tin.

Height and weight also come in at “yeah that makes sense” levels. 9.8 meters in height works out to just over 32 feet. 112.5 tons works out to 225,000 pounds. Big Cat is Big.

I’m also going to skip over the next part:

Except I will make one call out. “Weist” thrust is, I believe, “Waist” thrust, as in the jets are on Galeon’s waist. That’s why there’s a x2 next to thrust at -

Wait hold on. 525.5t works out to

Forget what I said about Galeon being normal by giant robot cat standards! 1,157,426 pounds of thrust. From each engine on his hips. Forget the fluff text about the green tornado providing particles of protection. Galeon putting out the same thrust as the space shuttle’s rocket is what allows for Transformation as a Free Action.

With that much thrust, what’s his speed?

Max flying speed is 2.5 Mach. That’s 1,918 MPH. As a refresher, Soldato-J, who I remind you is pretty much human shaped and sized, has a max flight speed of 12,427 miles per second. Second!

I don’t know if that makes Galeon the silly, or J even sillier.

Anyway - it takes under a second for Galeon to boot the Fusion program with Guy. It takes 23 seconds for Final Fusion, which they use as the in-universe excuse for reusing the stock footage so much. He can run at 40 km/h (about 25 MPH) which is slower than the average freeway.

Galeon, Guy’s partner… he doesn’t have much. But he makes due with what he’s got.

Here’s the last little bit of the kitty’s tech specs. Nothing stands out as particularly notable - at least not compared to the stuff above. Galeon’s fangs and claws are officially his weapon systems. I would not bet on a giant cat door standing up against those.

#GaoGaiGar #No sense of scale Part 3 #Sci-fi writers have no sense of scale #Galeon #Image heavy #TV Tropes references #No door joke this time #Giant robot cat

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Black Cat

Ectoberhaunt Day 3: Black Cat

CW: Description of neglected animal

Summary: Sam makes friends with a black cat. He does her a favor in return.

Sam’s heart broke the first time she saw the stray black cat wandering her neighborhood. He was clearly malnourished, his bony hips jutting out of his side and his skin stretched over the bones. No animal deserved to live like that. As soon as she saw him, she knew she needed to help.

Sam saw the cat again the next day. She clicked her tongue to get his attention. The cat’s ears rotated towards her. He turned and met her gaze. She peeled open a can of cat food and placed it on the ground in front of her, then took several steps back and waited.

The cat’s head tilted in curiosity. He stepped forward, hesitant at first, then eagerly when he smelled the food. The cat circled the can, nose twitching as he sniffed it. He apparently deemed it safe and started to ravenously scarf down the food. Sam watched, tears in her eyes, glad that she was able to provide what may be the first decent meal he’s ever had.

For the next couple weeks, they’d follow the same routine. Sam would come home from school and put out a can of cat food, and the cat would come out and eat. After two days, Sam decided to name him Shadow, after the main character of a book she had recently read. After a week, Shadow allowed Sam to come close enough to pet him. After two, he was coming to her for pets.

“You’re looking much better now,” Sam told Shadow as he rolled on his back, begging for attention. His figure was starting to fill out, and he didn’t look nearly as bony as he had when they first met. His jet black fur was sleek and shiny, rather than patchy and dull as it was before. “And you’re much more social, too,” she continued. “Seems like a pretty comfy life you have now, being out in nature all the time and getting expensive canned food. I wonder what it’d be like to be you.”

Shadow said, “Mreow?” He kicked one of his front paws into the air. Sam laughed and stroked his fuzzy belly.

“Yeah,” she responded as if she’d understood him. “You seem happy, anyway. Must be nice.”

“Mreeow,” Shadow agreed. He took Sam’s hand in his front paws and forcefully rubbed it on his face.

The next day was Saturday, so Sam slept in, curled up on her enormous four-poster bed. When she finally awoke, she stretched across the bed, her tail vibrating in the air. Wait - tail? Sam scampered across the room and into the bathroom. The furniture towered over her. She jumped onto the counter and looked in the mirror.

A black cat stared back. Sam tilted her head in confusion, and the cat in the mirror did the same. Oh my gosh, she realized; she turned into a cat! Sam dashed to the front door, but found it closed. The doorknob was so high up! If she stood on her hind legs, she could just barely reach it…

Stomp stomp stomp! A giant came barreling towards her. “Shoo! How did you get in here? I don’t know why Samantha insists on feeding those strays.” Sam looked up to see her mother tearing across the foyer. As soon as she opened the door, Sam bolted into the yard. The door closed behind her.

So, Sam was a cat. Now what? She laid in the grass and took a deep, calming breath. Her sense of smell was so much better than a human’s. She could smell the freshly cut grass beneath her, the musk of several cats who had walked past her yard, and the neighbors grilling burgers out on their patio. Sam’s mouth watered. No, burgers were meat, she’d never eat a dead animal! But cats would. Sam may be a cat now, but she drew the line at eating meat.

Sam stalked across the yard to the sidewalk. Her paws made a gentle pat-pat-pat sound in the grass. Birds sang overhead, and the grass rippled in the wind. The neighbors chatted, the bugs skittered, the neighborhood cats meowed. It was sensory overload!

Sam’s legs jittered as energy coursed through her body. A squirrel chittered in a nearby tree. Before Sam even knew what she was doing, she took off like a rocket and scrambled up the tree. The squirrel, of course, was terrified and dashed down the other side of the trunk. Sam was horrified with herself; she felt guilty for scaring that poor squirrel.

Still full of energy, Sam jumped out of the tree and ran in circles, chasing nothing. The dirt was soft under her paws, and the wind blew her ears back as she ran. It felt so freeing to just run, as fast as she could, not going anywhere in particular.

Sam was out of control. Her cat mind was following its every whim, and she was going to end up hurting another animal, she just knew it. She resolved to find Shadow and figure out what was going on. She turned into a black cat, after all, and he was the only other black cat she knew.

It wasn’t hard to find him. His scent was stronger than all the others, due to his habit of coming by every day. She sniffed the sidewalk, recognizing his scent through some kind of feline instinct, and followed the trail. It led her away from home, down the road, and into a nearby park.

Shadow was curled up on a bench, snoozing peacefully. Sam jumped up onto the bench and poked Shadow with her paw. His eyes opened slowly as he woke up.

“Hi Sam,” said Shadow. Well, what he actually said was “meow”, but Sam knew what he meant.

“Hi Shadow. You may have noticed I’m a cat now. Do you know why?” Sam asked.

“Well, you’ve been so kind to me, and you were curious what it would be like to be a cat. So I helped you become one of us.”

“Are you a magic cat?” Sam asked, confused.

Shadow laughed, or got as close as a cat can to laughing. “We’re all a little magic,” he said mysteriously.

“Well, how do I turn back?” Sam pawed at the metal bench nervously.

“Why would you want to?” Shadow didn’t seem to understand.

“I’ve got a life, I’ve got friends, and I’ve got responsibilities. Plus, consider this: I need thumbs to open cans of cat food,” she pointed out.

Shadow let out a long, mournful meow. “You make a good point.” He jumped down from the bench and paced around it. “When you wake tomorrow, you’ll be human again. And I expect more of that good canned food. The tuna is my favorite.” Shadow winked.

The next day, Sam sat on her lawn, very much human now, waiting for Shadow to arrive. She opened a can of food and set it on the ground beside her. Right on cue, Shadow came running.

After he had eaten his food, Sam stoked his silky fur. “Thanks for yesterday,” she said. “I had fun.”

Shadow meowed in response. Sam couldn’t be sure, but she thought he said, “You’re welcome.”

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