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mj-skyair-star · 1 year
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█🕹️👾🎮Chapter 5: Trouble░▒▓█
March 29th, 2036, Saturday, 6:23 a.m. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "No fair! You have a dog to pull you up that dang hill while I have to stop and run up!" For the past five minutes, he's been complaining about it.
He shouldn't have asked for a race in the first place anyway, hehe. He'll get over it eventually, don't worry.
We were skating down the road to my house casually. I teased him about his loss for the past five minutes as well.
"Well, what can I say? You were the one who wanted to race me. You just didn't think this through," I slyly told him as I earned back an annoyed huff from the boy.
The five minutes had evolved into ten minutes of Oscar complaining (I didn't mind any of this, and on the plus side, I was too focused on bragging about my victory in my head.) However, we soon ended up going completely silent... awkwardly... Oh, I don't know. Oscar spoke again. I thought he was going to continue complaining about his defeat.
Turns out I was wrong. He moved on to something else instead.
I told you he'd get over it.
"So... Does that mean the stuff we packed was unnecessary? Since we're heading to your place to tell your neighbours about our family going missing out of the blue,"
"Pretty much. I even asked myself about that, hehe," ok, maybe some short conversation.
We were much quieter than I thought... or should I say too awkward?
Pew!
Just as I skated past Oscar, I heard a crushing sound. My board stopped at the same time as Winter. As I turned around I saw Oscar on the ground... Damn, I actually jinxed it... And there begins my panic.
"Oscar!" I got off my board and ran over to him (with Winter following behind). The blonde-haired boy sat up and held his left knee close to his chest as soon as he felt pain in his leg. He hissed in anguish, gritting his teeth as if he didn't want to shed a tear. "Are you alright!?"
"Yeah... Ah, I'm fine..." He answered while he let go of his knee to see how severe his injury was, which turned out to be more serious than we expected.
He has a large scratch, large enough to start oozing blood than a little amount, something I'm not a fan of.
"Press your knee as hard as you can, so you don't get blood dripping down to your feet. I'll get my first aid kit," Oscar listened to my order and used both of his hands to press down the cut as hard as he could, preventing any single drop of blood from touching his white socks by laying his leg down flat (having to lead forward slightly to keep the blood pressure in).
Meanwhile, I took off my aqua bag, placed it down then unzipped the bag to pull out the first aid kit to take out the bandage.
"Hehe, I guess we both thought of packing a first aid kit, huh?" The blonde laughed, trying to brighten the mood, but I was already not too thrilled.
"I figured this would happen, you are very lucky that we didn't skateboard down a hill, you would've gotten more injured than this, without a helmet," while I looked through my bag, I also took out my drink bottle.
Because there was quite a bit of blood, I cleaned it with water. As soon as I saw that there was not much blood oozing out, in a hurry, I bandaged Oscar's injury. The bandage might get a bit damp because of the water but oh well, it's all on him anyway.
"You know, you could have told me that you ran out of wipes? I would have been happy to lend you mine," I didn't say anything. I was a bit too upset at him for his stupidity that he wasn't bothered to wear a helmet, despite that he doesn't have injuries on his head, but still. And now I notice that he has some blood smeared on his palms, ugh. "... I also see your point now... Please don't be mad at me. Next time I'll wear my helmet without thinking I'm an 'unfallable' boy, hehe. Besides that, it's not my fault that you jinxed me," I stared at him... A bit more of a glare, actually. Even if he's remorseful.
"Unfallable is not a-"
"Shhhh, let the word have its moment,"
"... Ok. Whatever."- I rolled my eyes- "You're lucky I have a brother who has a helmet," I told him with a slightly displeased mixed 'happy' smile. I don't know if he was listening or not because Oscar just pulled out a drink bottle from his bag, and dripped some water on his hand to wash off the blood. After he was done, he put the green bottle back again. Just as we placed our bags on our backs. "Let's get going-"
"Hold on," I raised my eyebrow just before I was about to stand up.
Winter tilted his head and made an 'arwo' sound in confusion.
"What is it now?"
"Something or someone shot my wheel," Oscar said suspiciously. I'm sorry, what? He grabbed the board that was behind him to have a look at his wheels. I watched. Our eyes widened when we saw the front wheel of the board... burned, smoking and glowing a deep, hot red. My friend didn't look too pleased about it when he examined it. "It looks like some sort of laser gun that shot it," he told me, becoming slightly angry.
By the looks of this board, something made my stomach turn upside down.
"A-Are you sure?" I've become a little freaked out about this.
"Can a bullet burn a wheel?"
"Well... no-"
"Exactly! Now I have to buy a new one..!" He dropped his board harshly and crossed his skinny arms like an agitated toddler wanting lollies.
"You can just ride my skateboard with me..." I suddenly suggested...
"Why did I think that!?" I realised immediately and swiftly turned my head away from him.
My cheeks grew pink. It's just a ride, I know, but a boy riding a skateboard with a girl? That just seems like something a cool couple would do, right?
"On second thought, we'll just walk..."
"Um... A-Alright?"
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Ten minutes later. (We're still on good terms by the way, and I've moved on).
"Do you feel like we've been followed?" Oscar asked in a suspicious tone.
He stopped and looked around the area. Me and Winter did the same.
Here we are on an open road surrounded by trees, bushes, and free land on either side of the road. The sun is about to rise soon and... We probably won't see anyone unless... God, I hope it's not TS (The Slayers).
Although, admittedly, I did feel like we were being followed too...
"Um... Y-Yeah..." I am getting anxious.
God, when will this nightmare end?
All of a sudden we heard movement coming from the wild bushes... Our heads shot around the forest in a dash. My gut felt like it was carrying sacks of bricks. I know it's a trap...
"Oh no. NO! This is not happening!"
"Let's just go," I groaned fearfully and grabbed his wrist so I could drag him away, but he was too heavy and strong to budge.
"Hang on Iris, I got to check something out first," he couldn't take his damn blue eyes away from this bushland! Of course, curiosity took over. He's just like his dad! "It could be an injured animal," he went on.
"If it was an injured animal we would have heard any sounds of pain from them!" The blonde-haired boy glanced at me with a slight annoyance on his face.
"Can you please stop trying to drag me away?" Why did I stop? "And can you let go of my wrist?"
"Nope," I shook my head rapidly. I am not letting him step one foot in there. I have a remarkably uneasy feeling about all of this! And how is he so chill about this!?
"Why? All I'm going to do is look around and then come back. Why are you suddenly like this?" I ignored the last bit and tried to convince him not to go.
"You might get hurt in there or-or-or a snake may bite you out of nowhere-"
"Iris, you're being so stubborn about my safety," my friend laughed which made me frown a bit and grow red. "C'mon, it's only a quick check," I thought for a moment before I had my answer.
"... Okay, fine, but on one condition,"
"That is..?"
"Winter is coming with you,"
"Fine by me," I let go of his wrist and Oscar pulled out his yellow cricket bat that was sticking out of his camping bag. He handed it to me. "If anything did happen, you got your defence," he grinned before disappearing into the hollow forest along with Winter.
"... We're goners for sure..."
I felt like there were so many eyes watching me... As if it were safe to strike me. My back shivered from those feelings.
"Just be careful down there!" I called out.
"We will!" He called back. After him, Winter barked.
... Now I'm alone again... I stare fearfully down at the forest. Fear grew in me even more than before. I remember how scary it was when I was alone... outside...
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I might lose it.
They've been gone for nearly five minutes. This worries me way too much. They should be back by now.
"How long does it take to do a 'quick check' huh?! What if something happens? What if a wild animal attacks them? What if the villains- Calm down, Airis! They'll be back soon..." And yes, I began to have some fearful thoughts about the possibility of what might happen to them...
Now, explain, why do I get a weird feeling that someone is right behind me..?
...
I-I-Is that... heavy breathing... That I can h-hear..?
... I did not want to believe that, even though I already have...
I turned around, but no one was there... I made sure I had a proper look around. The sun was already rising slowly so I guess it made me feel a little better than the dark.
"... Huh... I could have sworn there-... I'm just paranoid right now?" Maybe I am, but I can't be too sure that I am just being paranoid and that my mind is just playing tricks on me because of the fear I have experienced so far.
Uneased, I turned back to the forest for a second time, on the lookout for my dog and that impulsive boy. Still no sign of them... My whole body would have drained out the colour by now.
"What the heck is he doing down there?" I mutter, tightening the yellow bat out of stress.
Snap!
My body shot up and froze right away. That definitely sounds like someone is right behind me.
Holding the bat higher, closing my eyes, and tightening my grip even more, I let out a shaky breath and-
BANG!
SWUNG THE CRICKET BAT IN THE NICK OF TIME!
OOF!
My hazel eyes snapped open until they were as wide as a ping-pong ball.
I discover what I hit or shall I say, who I hit... that I might be doomed to.
It was a leaf colour bot that had a dark green mohawk-looking metal, a spiky bracelet around his neck and both of his wrists... and his bright yellow eyes stared at me in light anger- I HIT SCRAP METAL!
"Oh CRAP!" I watched him stand up and... cackle? Huh??? (I also felt very small because of his height. Scrap is, I think, around six feet tall. I'm only five point two).
"I mUsT aDmIt, YoU hAvE a PrEtTy GoOd AiM aNd SeNsE," he said, glitching.
Since I'm dreading it, I don't know what to say! This guy is bad news!
I noticed something as I stared at him in complete fear... The front of his metal mohawk hair... He's missing a piece... Why is that relevant, Airis?
"W-What d-do you w-want?" I stammered, clutching the bat dangerously tighter than before, which caused him to cackle again.
"TrYiNg To Be BrAvE, hUh? HoW cUtE," Scarp mocked as he began to walk towards me with a smug smirk, a large one.
As soon as he approached, I took a step back every time he got too close.
"I-I know you guys were following me before," he smirked wider.
"AnD wE kNoW yOu KnOw. If It WaSn'T fOr YoUr... DoG... We WoUlD hAvE gOtTeN yOu By NoW,"
"What?" My expression immediately switched to confusion. "Why he is telling me this? And what does he mean...?" It did take a lot of brain cells to click.
A gasp escaped my mouth as my heart dropped. I was in mega shock to even think of that! It spread like wildfire.
"YOU KNOW WHERE I LIVE!?"
"HA! I fIgUrE yOu'Ll rEaLiS- OW!" The bat hit him across the face, caused by me.
Once again. As clear as day, I'm absolutely resentful.
HOW DUMB IS THIS ROBOT DUDE!? IS HE AS DUMB AS DRILLBIT AND QUINN!?
I hit him multiple times, making me want to dig under someone's skin.
"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO RUINED MY MUM'S GARDEN!"
SLAP!
"OW!"
"YOU TRAPPED MY HUSKY IN THE SHED!"
BONK!
"OW!"
"YOU TRY TO KIDNAP ME!"
SLAP!
"OW!"
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY FAMILY-!?" Scrap Metal caught Oscar's bat before it got to him, again... Fury retreated for fear to replace the spot. I realised what I'd done... I snapped again, didn't I? Did I mention before that you don't mess with Scrap Metal? He growled at the same time as about to get up on his feet again. Rather than look at the road, his head turned toward me, giving me the impression that he was losing his marbles. I was also shivering, I was frozen in place. Scrap has an enormous crack on his face, across his eye. His yellow eyes shot a fierce glare into my soul. I knew I was in massive trouble... My grip of the bat loosen while showing the bot the 'Yeah, I fucked up' look. "Ah, ha, ha, ha, sorry man, I guess I lost it just like... You... were..?" Smiling out of apprehension, I told him. Bad call. Scrap began growling like a very angry lion and snatched the cricket bat off my weak grip and threw it pretty far from us... My hazel eyes and head watched the yellow bat as it landed in some bushes... far behind me... What a throw, a very.... strong one... Instantly, I turned back to Scrap Metal who looked like he was about to jump on me and rip my head off. Well, when I said 'was about to jump on me,' he literally did but missed since I dodged. As I was about to run, something or someone grabbed me from behind. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" I began kicking the air and jiggling to get off someone's clutches.
Of course, it failed.
Eventually, I 'calmed' down enough to look up and see my captor was- Drillbit..? Has Scrap Metal and Drillbit switched bodies or what?? I didn't hear a single footstep from that chubby bot. That explains why my feet can't touch the ground.
I panicked again as he lifted me up in the air like some trophy.
"I got her!" The dumb bot in the TS member cheered like a five-year-old that won a game without knowing that one of your family members lost on purpose, for you to win.
That's something I kinda like about him.
He's less mean.
Admittedly, he's my second favourite cinnamon roll I know. The poor guy has to join the TS... Yeah... That might be a not-so-good time to talk about that.
At some point, my dark brown hair would have zoomed straight up like Winter's freaked-out moment, except, it’s tied down in pigtails.
The rest of the group emerges from their hiding place. My panic levels are really jumping up and down today. Is that a bad thing?
"Drillbit, stop holding her like she's a toy! Lower her down now!" It was Cybel who demanded, like the sassy 'queen' she is.
I knew Drillbit from the back of my head. As a result, he did as he was told even though he would have felt hurt by the way she said it.
"I did not expect this to happen, then again, we have her," the leader of death comments as he comes towards me and Drillbit- Ohhhh, hell no! Anyone but him! This guy is way more intimidating than Artron himself! I shook unnoticeably, unnoticeable to anyone. "We finally have you in our clutches, you'll be a great asset," I looked away from him in terror, not daring to stare him in the eyes. I can tell he's now in front of me...
"Please be a dream, please be a dream, please be a dream, please be a-" Unexpectedly, he cupped my cheeks and forced me to look at him.
Oh no! I stared into his three eyes!
"Greetings, Airis Gamer~" He greets in a devilish tone, smirking viciously...
I swear, I'm liable to cry at any moment. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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puppetmaster13u · 3 months
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Prompt 200
Danny has found himself reincarnated, for fun! While waiting for Tucker to reincarnate. He’s uh, found himself as a clone now- thankfully stable! But he was apparently also an accident, and overheard some of the people talking about termination, which no thanks?
So apparently he wasn’t exactly an accident per se, they did mean to make a clone, so thank fuck for that! They had apparently grabbed the wrong blood, which he almost snorts at. Kind of hard to do in a tube full of liquid though. 
Oh well, he’ll just be leaving now… after he destroys this lab and steals all these files on himself, thank you~ Now, does he want to go on an adventure or find his unwilling donors first…
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ywpd-translations · 1 month
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Ride 768: Doubashi attack!!
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Pag 1
1: Orange....
“Less of a hero”? Ah!?
2: Nonsense!!
You've never been a hero to begin with!!
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Pag 2
1: Ha..... Hakogaku!!
Even Hakogaku caught up!!
2: Thick.... thick.....
3: A man like this holds the strongest of powers!!
6: I'm thin compared to him!!
That's not true, Oosumi-kun!!
7: Senpai, is he strong?
The Hakogaku member who last year defeated Sohoku's Kaburagi in the first day's sprint is
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Pag 3
1: him, Doubashi Masakiyo!!
Buah!!
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Pag 4
2: Buah...
So in the end you've decided to run?
3: “Chicken”
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Pag 5
1: We're passing by the sign the signals 5km until the sprint line!!
2: Hakone Academy.....!!
3: Ace sprinter, Doubashi!!
Ugh.....
6: We're at “5km left” until the sprint
7: There's not much left
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Pag 6
1: It won't take more than “10 minutes”!!
2: So you've come, Doubashi!!
It's “san”!!
San!!
How many times have I told you!!
3: Again!!
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Pag 7
1: You want to get revenge against me!!
2: That's how someone who won last year would speak, but you lost against me!!
3: Hahaha, are you being a sore loser?
I'm telling you you're the one who lost!!
4: Whatever, come at me!!
It's not whatever, what are you even thinkin when saying that!!
Are you that self confident
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Pag 8
1: We'll definitely win!!
2: Interesting, buah!! I came here to humble you!!
4: Ugh....
He's different.....!! He's much more dangerous now that he's running rather than when I met him this morning in the tent!!
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Pag 9
1: Hakone Academy's Doubashi!! He's so overwhelmingly intimidating!!
It's like the pressure of a huge raging bull that has its eyes on you!!
2: Just by looking at me he makes me feel like my hands and feet are restrained
Issa fought against someone like him last year!?
4: No!!
5: Calm down
Steady your breathing
6: Swallow your nerves, Danchiku Ryuuhou!!
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Pag 10
1: He moved on his own!!
Everyone is so overpowered by Hakogaku that they're not moving!!
For me, on the contrary
2: It's a chance!!
Nagoya's Komao used the curve and jumped ahead
He plans on going ahead alone!!
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Pag 11
3: The sprint line is 5km from here!!
Horse acceleration!!
I think I can aim for a breakaway victory!!
4: That guy has a reputation for running solo!!
Gallop!!
This is bad!!
5: Doubashi has an incredible pressure!? But isn't this kind of things
6: just fears that we create ourselves!?
7: I can keep going like this!!
Doubashi isn't worth fearing!!
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Pag 13
1: Where are you going?
3: Uaaaaaaagh
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Pag 14
1: I thought I was 200m ahead of him, and yet
2: I could have let you go freely, but if you keep wandering around in front of my eyes like that
3: I can't win comfortably!!
Wa-
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Pag 15
1: Hakogaku's Doubashi accelerated in an instant and passed Nagoya!!
Gallop!!
2: Together with Sohoku!!
3: Ah!? “Sohoku”!? Tch!! He reacted at the same time as me...?
4: You're the only one who can react at the same speed as me in this leading pack
Orange!!
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Pag 16
2: Chicken!!
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Pag 17
2: Orange is still behind!?
3: Did he give an order to this guy?
4: And he still managed to keep up with my speed of reaction!?
6: What, this guy's eyes, this running
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Pag 18
1: What happened, your expression has changed!!
So this guy wasn't a chicken!!
2: Sorry, Doubashi-san
We'll take this sprint
3: The two of us!!
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Pag 19
1: Garuaagh
2: After stopping Nagoya down, Sohoku number 5 jumped out from there
3: and attacked again!!
Tch
4: Hahaha
I told you!!
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Pag 20
1: “We'll definitely win”!!
2: Orange!!
Hahaha, what we're aiming for is to be
3: “Japan's number one”!!
4: I'll make you Japan number two!!
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black-and-yellow · 1 year
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he’s mine (bought the figure)
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sassypantsjaxon · 5 months
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Every time I get a new Mic figure I always check to make sure he actually has eyes behind the sunglasses
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orchideae · 3 months
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1) Opens up drafts with my head empty, ready to be flooded, not knowing where I'll go. 2) 30 seconds later: Okay but I will go feral any day of my life over Perilous Trail, and the fierce dichotomy of Xiao and Yelan. While they're far from being 'the same', they both view themselves as soldiers in one way or another (it's a very difficult word to use for Yelan, so I'm using it very liberally and very loosely), they have both suffered losses on the 'battlefield' and carry the burden thereof in their own ways. And yet they stand so firmly in opposition throughout the entirety of that questline up until the very end of the 'the end of the line' conclusion of the quest. Yes, I know that she offers him her gratitude in its aftermath and it is genuine, but she still never agrees with him and the decision that he made moments earlier. It simply 'worked out' because of Zhongli's interference, he's the only reason it worked out. And it's because of that, that she doesn't give him a hell of a hard time (obviously she can't go down there, but imagine the inner frustration of severe extents; when you condemn someone who you can't even see anymore). In the same way that she would do to anyone who would sacrifice themselves for others, but in this case, I think it's 'beautiful' that it's to Xiao; the one who seems most adamant to do so (which honestly, fits into the contract that the Yakshas chose to sign with Morax; 'the ultimate sacrifice' to protect for Liyue; 'for Liyue', and Liyue has always centered itself around its people), the one who everyone reveres (and so does she, as she notes in her voiceline, 'if I ever have the honor to fight alongside') and respects for good reason, she stands against him, because in that moment, regardless of his status, he makes a call that she considers wrong. And he doesn't even... fight her on it very fiercely, and that's what actually hurts me the most, it's as if the following line hit the nail directly on the head?
"Besides, if you were really so determined to end it all, you wouldn't have given us the opportunity to share our opinions."
#[ mini study. ] that which hides inside her… that constant calling; it is the blood of heroes which has been howling for 500 years.#[ and then shortly after 'the point is: it's not time for drastic measures yet.' ]#[ /shakes ven into another dimension. ]#[ i thought the ost at the end of perilous ruined me enough. but tale of the yakshas may actually ruin me more. ]#[ also i love how i typed up the bit of the contract and 'for liyue' and zhongli in my head isn't rattling at bars but-- ]#[ he's sipping his tea (the equivalent). one day ven. i /promise/ you. one day you'll get him from me. ]#[ he'll likely be the 2nd genshin blog to run alongside yelan if/when i get to being able to run two again. ]#[ but until then. can we talk about the dynamic of xiao and yelan until we're blue in the face? i'd like to do that too. ]#[ i type this as if i'm perfectly chill but i'm not. i'm really not. the concept of self sacrifice and sacrifice as a whole. ]#[ BETWEEN THESE TWO. drives me /insane/. and part of me sits here and goes-- ]#[ god. what happened with yelan and her team down there? we know that despite every plan she ever made and prepared-- ]#[ their enemies (WHAT WERE YOU FIGHTING??) were too powerful and more specifically-- too smart. too calculating. ]#[ ... and too strong (okay literally what on earth were you fighting? are we talking the khaenri'ah soldiers? like what? or abyss mages?) ]#[ (but abyss mages don't exactly entirely fit the description in her story. ugh. UGH). ]#[ any way-- it was her and her team. /they/ all died and she didn't. yanfei describes it as... ]#[ 'knowing that your life was saved when others weren't'. surely the millilith didn't intervene or happen to arrive. yelan must've... ]#[ gotten away? or something? but that doesn't feel quite right. but i'm just sitting here left with the idea of... when you lead a team. ]#[ you bear the responsibility of even their lives. and yet despite bearing that responsibility; she's exactly the one who lived. ]#[ the only one who did. that has to be a /stupid/ burden. it's like the captain who has to go down with the ship but is the only one... ]#[ who gets to live. only one who gets to survive. i just. ]#[ i didn't think i'd love a character as much as this one. where did she come from; jesus christ. ]
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ribbonbonny · 9 months
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THEYRE HERE!! AND IVE GOT NOWHERE TO FUCKING PUT EM 🔥🔥🔥
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One thing I don't understand is, in the second logbook the writer says that the terris prophecies had changed to fit Alendi long before Rashek took the power from the well of ascension, then it changes again to fit Vin in hoa. So when Sazed is comparing notes with the kandra, wouldn't they both have the wrong prophecies?
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perenlop · 1 month
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i was initially gonna like, undo the whole “hero travels between worlds” thing with the gti hero in my verse, not because i didnt like it but for starfall plot reasons, but ive since deleted that plot point bc it was wayyyy too restrictive and i couldn’t figure out a decent workaround for that. so world crossing hero is back baby and now im thinking about eris taking the pokemon over to the human world. btw its totally an equestria girls scenario where the funny animals get turned human and they gotta learn how to act like one
#i mean they have pokemon in eris’s world hes just from the main series timeline#buuuuut. this is more fun to me#and i already have a pokesona idea that keeps the pokemon as pokemon so i wanna have fun here#kiran is an obvious one to take over but imagine. he brings hydreigon home#also in the psmd future he might take some pokemon over there as refuge but. idk i gotta figure out his limits#i imagine bc it puts a lot of strain on the timeline that eris cant abuse this power#or take more than like. one pokemon at a time?#echoed voice#pmd posting#btw the original idea was that when kiran went to the worldcore to wish for eris to travel between worlds#they really did break the universe a bit. but they provided an opportunity for eris to return#and in the process the human world was shut off to them- forever#a lock was basically placed on their world- no one can come in and no one can get out#(psmd hero/partner were exempt bc theyre reincarnations/native to that world)#which is why castors arrival was a massive deal in starfall#hes the first to arrive since the gti hero. and hes not even a hero hes just some guy. not even a human#buuuuuut. i love the idea but it really limits what i can do…#so instead im saying that the pmd world is extremely fragile. legends are working overtime to fix the spacetime continuum#and no more heroes have been summoned from the other world because of it. and dimension travel is discouraged#so castor showing up is still concerning bc they dont know whats going on#(ignoring eris. he didnt travel back and forth constantly but necrozma definitely wasnt a fan of him djfjfjfj)#necrozma: hydreigon i hope you know im only excusing your shitty little gf because the other ones gonna break the world if i dont let him
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Hey- I know I was just here- but is morpho just chilling with galacta knight?
Its the other way around — Galacta is chilling with Morpho! Mm.I already got an interp of his design and a budding arc based around him riiight here!
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Instead of a crystal prison, Galacta’s being held by the fluttering “fiend.” I know that the canon implies that Galacta wants to rest, but in this interp, he does NOT. He is STILL ANGRY. He wants to be OUT OF ANY KIND OF JAIL AND LIVE A LIFE, GODDAMIT!!! STOP SEALING HIM AWAY!!!
He chills out after. A very long time. Probably views Morpho a lil different. A friend?
On the design: hes retired from fighting and is doing more mellow crafts. Im just not sure what…havent thought that far yet. Repeated crystalization has made crystals grow all over him. Its painful, it gets in the way of fighting and movement. Another thing about him is that hes scruffy. Hes old. Very old. Feathers drift wherever he walks. He aches all over. That time with Morpho allowed time to take its toll…
On what he does now: One of the things he does is study galactic weather systems, flying all sorts of storms and other complex meteorological phenomena. A Starborn must know how to fly these in the absence of rift magic/tech!
Hes with the new generation of Starborns, acting as their guide. More and more have been popping up recently…and Galacta is getting nervous. Starborns are only born if a big threat is about to appear. What is it thats coming…?
After a silence lasting for ages, Meta suddenly gets a cosmic summons from a Starborn.
Theres a storm coming.
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Prompt 264
Danny squints at his tiny hands, eyes narrowing as Clockwork hums in the kitchen. Which he wasn’t even aware of having been in LongNow. Maybe it wasn’t. He huffed, voice too squeaky for him to continue complaining. Stupid time accidents. 
Which wasn’t even starting on the other figure awkwardly sitting at the table. 
He glowered at the Ghost King, who kept glancing at him with an unreadable look in their eyes, then looked back towards where Clockwork was. His scowl deepened over his cup of tea- which wasn’t fair, he wanted coffee but nooo, that’s not healthy for ‘little ghostlings’. Ugh.
Sometimes he wished he was fully ghost so he didn’t have to apparently worry about his living body having to grow back up.
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pandoramarsh · 2 years
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am i mentally prepared to see Nico's transition from being the happy-go-lucky kid who collects Mythomagic cards and acts like what a kid should be become the closed-off reserved Ghost King due to the grief of losing the person he loved most and the trauma caused by the mistakes he made out of anger and denial which led to him being forced to grow up early and bearing more than he should and having to wrench control over the destructive power he never asked for which consequently strained his relationship with everyone around him making him think he's lost their trust and faith and familiarity and maybe he never even deserved it in the first place? i am so not BUT I'M FUCKING HYPED FOR IT YOU GUYS.
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Mirth's Ebenezer: Part 10
A/N: Y’all. It’s official: this series has taken the title of “my longest series” from Love Letters (bonus chapters/outtakes excluded)✨
Warnings: swearing, argument, some hostility, vague threat, worry, anxiety,
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“Welcome to our home away from home!” Superhero said, waving her inside before she’d even grabbed her bags from her car.
Glancing over at him standing in the utility room door and grinning at her, Mirth rolled her eyes. “I’ll admit it’s a pretty house and not at all what I’d expected from the whole ‘this is house arrest babysitting duty,’ but you’re way too happy to be here.”
“Who says I’m not happy because there’s finally another sane human being here,” Superhero said, stepping down into the garage to help her unload the car.
Mirth laughed. Swatting their arm, she hauled her duffle bag out of the trunk. “Oh, come on, he’s not that bad. You’ve just never drank his eggnog. It’s like all alcohol!”
Superhero cringed. “Must you remind me of your bonding time over Christmas?”
“It wasn’t bonding time,” Mirth growled. “It was my civic duty…more or less.”
Shutting her trunk, Superhero raised their brow. “Cut the crap. I know you had to claim ‘civic duty’ and all that for Whitmire, but was it really?”
“I don’t know…” Mirth shifted on her feet, biting her lip. “Maybe it was both. It was my first Christmas alone, okay? You know holidays are meant—”
“‘To be spent with people you care about,’ I know.” They led the way toward the utility room and into the house. “I’ve heard your motto. Maybe next year I won’t work Christmas so you won’t have to celebrate alone—or with a criminal.”
“You’d be more than welcome,” Mirth laughed, “but I’m hoping my family won’t be scattered to the wind come Christmas. You should really come and celebrate with us, give yourself a break.”
Superhero kicked the door shut behind them. “You know I don’t do big family gatherings…or gatherings.”
“It’ll be fun!” Mirth grinned. “And you don’t have to interact, you could just be your usual grumpy self but with other people around!”
Shaking their head, Superhero brushed past her. Mirth thought she saw a soft smile on their face, but knew they’d never admit to it. She followed after him, taking in the lightly decorated hallway with surprise. She’d expected bare walls and gray paint, but this house was anything but. Sure, it was only a generic painting here, a warm cream on the walls, and a shelving unit with a vase and some silk flowers there, but it made Mirth think that maybe the next three years weren’t going to be so bad after all.
“You really know how to tug at someone’s heartstrings.”
“I thought you didn’t have one, Supes,” Mirth teased, “I mean it’s very hard to tell under the whole ‘brooding hero with an immense sense of duty and justice coursing through their veins’ vibe you’ve got going on.”
Passing by another opening, Mirth saw that it was a sitting room with a large T.V. and a sectional couch.
A sectional couch, with a villain sitting upside down on it while he stared at the ceiling.
“Oh hey, Mirth,” Baron said, turning his head to glance over at them.
“Uh hi?” Mirth didn’t know what to make of him. And not just because of his chosen position, but because it was the first time she’d seen him without a mask. She glanced over at Superhero beside her. He only shrugged, as if he’d accepted the fact that this was to be their life for the next three years. “What are you doing?”
“Superhero hid the remote and there isn’t a single tool in this place that I can access.”
Murmuring to Superhero, she blinked. “You hid the remote?”
“I wasn’t watching another [Network] movie even if he held a knife to my throat,” they whispered back.
“The knives are with the tools!” Baron sat up, swinging his legs to the side and back to the floor. “And so are the forks and the spoons, and do you know how difficult it was to find a snack that didn’t require waking you up for a utensil last night?”
“No, actually, I wouldn’t know because you did wake me up when the alarm went off after too many failed passcode attempts on the supply closet door!” Superhero set down the duffle bag he’d been carrying and stalked over to Baron.
Standing toe-to-toe with each other, Mirth shook her head, watching as Superhero jabbed a finger at Baron’s chest. Sighing, she listened to them bicker back and forth with each other. And in that single moment, any hope for the next three years and living peacefully in this beautiful home evaporated.
“Right, well if you two are fine here, then I’m gonna go get settled,” she called over their raised voices.
Both heads snapped in her direction, their fight pausing mid-sentence. Superhero straightened, their features easing. They took a step away from Baron and turned toward her, opening their mouth to say something, but Baron spoke first.
“We thought you should have the master bedroom.”
Mirth’s brow raised in question.
“Yeah, so you wouldn’t have to share the hall bath with one of us,” Superhero added.
“Is that the only thing you two could agree on?” Mirth asked, setting her bag down and putting her hands on her hips.
Glancing at each other, the two seemed to have a non-committal conversation.
“No?” Superhero said more in question than in answer.
“Yeah, no,” Baron tried to explain, “I’m sure we agreed on something else, right, Superhero?” Snapping his fingers, Baron’s eyes sparked with remembrance. “That thing! We agreed on that thing, with the…”
“Yeah, the thing,” Superhero said, staring at Baron like he’d lost his mind. Looking back at her, Superhero started forward, “Come on, I’ll show you the—”
“I can find it myself,” Mirth said. “You two need to figure out how to live with each other in the next ten minutes, or…well I’m not sure exactly, but neither of you are gonna like it once I figure it out.”
Baron smiled, obviously trying not to laugh. “You’re such a hero. How are you honestly so good?”
Mirth groaned, nearly stomping her foot. Grabbing her bag, she didn’t dignify that with a response and stalked down the hallway.
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Watching her go, Baron let out a shaky breath. He’d never really seen Mirth angry before, and if that was the extent of it, he didn’t think he had anything to really worry about.
“Don’t look so happy,” Superhero muttered. “If she’s genuinely angry at us, it won’t be good.”
Baron glanced at him, tilting his head. “I don’t think that’s what I’d consider anger, but okay, Supes.”
Whirling on him, Superhero glared at him. “One, we’re not friends. Don’t call me ‘Supes.’ And two, you’ve never seen what happens when Mirth gets angry. It’s subtle, but it’ll tear you down and gut you before she’s ready to forgive you.”
Baron couldn’t picture it being any worse than what he’d been through already. He was about to say as much, but Superhero stomped out of the sitting room, turning the opposite way from where Mirth had gone.
He didn’t think they’d done anything all that bad. People fight, they exchange words, they argue, so what?
Humming to himself, Baron decided he was going to get to the bottom of this before it became a bigger issue…and to hopefully avoid whatever possible fate Superhero seemed to fear.
Quickly making his way upstairs, Baron stopped before the closed door to Mirth’s bedroom. Inside, he could hear the light sounds of someone rummaging through the room. Nestled amongst the sliding of drawers and soft thuds or the twinkle of the room’s more delicate furnishings, he could hear Mirth muttering incoherently to herself.
His lips quirked into a small smile. Finally raising his hand to knock on the door, Baron prayed he’d figure out what to say in the time between Mirth heard his knocking and when she responded to him.
“I don’t care what you want, just go away!” she called through the door.
“But you don’t even know if it’s me or Supes,” Baron responded.
Utter silence echoed from the room now. Baron waited for some sort of acknowledgement, biting the inside of his cheek.
“You have a habit of showing up at my door at the worst possible times, do you know that?” Mirth’s voice was quieter now, though she sounded as though she stood just on the other side of the door.
“Why is this time bad?” he asked. Guilt wormed its way through his gut. His heart seemed to circulate the emotion through his whole body.
Mirth yanked open the door. Blinking, Baron took a step back, having not anticipated the door opening anytime soon. The anger and irritation he expected to see on her face didn’t show, and instead Mirth had a calm expression masking the tension of her features and the fire blazing in her eyes.
“Do you really not realize?” she asked. Baron opened his mouth to reply, but Mirth carried on. He shrank back as she answered the obliviously rhetorical question. “It hasn’t even been a day and you and Superhero can’t stand each other, pulling petty tricks or pranks on each other, and for what gain? You’re stuck here, they’re stuck here, and I’m stuck with you two. How are we supposed to do this for the next three years if I can’t even take a day without one of you calling me up and asking when I’ll be back? How are we supposed to make a schedule or learn to live with each other if you two aren’t willing to adapt?
“And that’s not even touching the fact that the Agency is essentially declaring war on Supervillain by investigating his spy within the Agency, or the fact that you’re going to help us in finding them.” She stopped, sucking in a huge breath before rambling on. Baron listened, trying furiously to understand what she was talking about, but all he could think about was the fact that this was the first time Mirth had ever shown any sign of insecurity to him, and he didn’t know how to handle that or give her any semblance of assurance. “And what if Supervillain finds the safehouse? What are we supposed to do then? Or what if—”
“Mirth,” Baron interrupted quietly, “it’s fine, okay?”
She looked at him, as if seeing him standing before her for the first time. Blinking hard, she took a deep breath.
Baron shook his head as he saw her plaster on a tense smile. “No, don’t just pretend you aren’t worried or that me telling you everything’s fine actually makes you feel better. I know that’s bullshit.”
“It’s the thought that counts, isn’t it?” she said, huffing a humorless laugh. “I’m sorry, I just completely unloaded on you, I just have all this going on in my head and…having you two fighting constantly in the background is something I don’t want to have to worry about or be caught in the middle of.”
“Okay, then I’ll stop,” he promised. “Even though Supes is an easy target, if we have other things to worry about, I can refrain from my favorite past time.”
This time, Mirth laughed. Baron’s heart clenched. An idea sparked in his head. Eagerness quickly flooded his veins.
“Take your time and get settled,” he said, already turning away. Mirth’s brows drew together in confusion. “And come downstairs when you’re ready, I have an idea!”
“What sort of idea?” she called after him.
Smirking, he replied over his shoulder, “You’ll see!”
Part 11 Taglist: @feline17ff, @selene-stories, @violetcancerian, @kaiwewi
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Thinking about fordola time I guess !
#not talking again abojt how much the villains in stormblood slap compared to the lack luster heroes#but she’s just. i love her#she’s a symbol and an obstacle in the expansion at first#by her actions there is a justification for hating her. she is a terrible person no doubt about it#she is a easily reachable and easy to hate. she isn’t distant and detached like Zenos#her crimes are on the ground. the suffering she has given commands to commit is right there in your face#but then you learn more about her and her life unfolds into this complexity that mirrors stormblood so well#she is still very much a Bad Person but she is at the same time a person who is simply trying to survive#that has been her life. she joined w the garleans under an unfair system#but what is an unfair system next to the starvation and lesser life of this system#it’s as such that the villain is garlemald for creating such a system that leaves no options#and in many other ways she arrives at being a mirror for the WoL#both of them given Echo abilities and how it plagues each of them. taking in the suffering and pain of others without choice#is this ability a blessing or a curse? is it worth the pain?#i don’t think it’s talked about enough how the echo is not unlike the WoL living in those moments#the pain frustration and fears taken in as feelings all their own#i wonder if after especially intense echo visions if there’s lasting effects#this wondering and second guessing at what feelings belong To Them and what are just the ones from the#*vision? how do you cope with the pain of this vision when it isn’t your pain to experience?#and then! then after all of this she has her own echo vision of the WoL#and all that they have been through is hers to see and feel and share in#her wondering how they aren’t broken feels very adjacent to Thordan’s own asking the WoL What Are You?#stormblood spoilers#owen plays ffxiv#i think about fordola sm
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airanke · 1 year
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I just got home from work and everything is terrible so I’m gonna finish drawing the Todoroki kids, but Amita flavored.
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originalcontent · 1 year
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Night in the Woods and Pathologic 2 are literally the same game, beyond a few superficial contrasts in presentation there isn’t a single difference.
#this is a vaguepost @ my sister#it is a joke but also if you try to challenge this statement i WILL defend it#*ahem* in this game you play as someone returning to their small town after having left for college (which they did not complete)#the character is honestly great. sarcastic little shit who might stab you but has a heart of gold and is a hero of the people.#the town is a part of you but you're also separate. your home feels like it changed but maybe you're the one who's different.#the town itself is a character. the autumnal atmosphere is not only beautiful but also perfectly ties in with the story's themes of change#the central conflict to the setting of course being the tensions between the past/tradition and the future/progress#drastic measures are employed in order to fight back against all the inevitabilities of industrialization involving ancient powers that be#and you're left to unravel its secrets and address it in just under two weeks before more people get killed#the game is set around 12 days plus a prologue and an epilogue#anyway. you arrive in town and go to your parents house and get in touch with three childhood friends. nothing is the same as when you left.#day 1 will also slap you in the face with a murder mystery but it's far too early for the full scope of the story to be revealed#in the following few days you get to explore the town and choose which npc's to spend time with#the game is designed so that you never have the time to do everything. many events will be locked forever if you don't do them on given days#your character is brash and possibly even violent but still finds themself mentoring kids and showing kindness to strangers#you also talk with a number of older more engrained members of the community and learn about the town's history and spirituality from them#there's a stark contrast between the full and bustling streets vs the abundance of abandoned spaces and empty buildings#you'll also discover that your dreams are packed with meaning and symbolism and will sometimes even see you commune with supernatural forces#tensions will rise as you uncover more and more pieces of the mystery. this ultimately culminates in a journey into the earth below the town#your character visits the magical pit that resides there where you learn the final truths of the story and can finally put it all together#you make a fateful choice in hopes of saving the town and the game ends allowing you to wander it one last time to see the results#you can take your time and when you're ready to end the game you return to a stage you've visited so often for your final goodbyes#of course the similarities don't end there. the weather. the rats. earth/sky dichotomies. the discussions of labor movements.#the church conspicuously lacking any christian iconography. the giant animals as a representation of god but also not. the color palettes.#the human characters who look like stylized dogs and birds. the empty theater. man i could go on forever.#they even each have a side story where you play as a traveling scholar trying to unravel the secrets that lie beyond the veil of death#if i were a games youtuber i would make this into a 20 minute video with spliced footage from both games#for those who don't get the joke nitw has the coziest vibes my side of gaming despite its inherent sadness and patho2 is a survival horror
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