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theminecraftbee · 3 months

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okay, so in a rare moment for me, there's a discourse thing i want to bring up, and that thing is. okay. so on iskall's stream there's this thing that can happen where someone brings up a criticism of his content or vault hunters. frequently it's self-evidently wrong, but sometimes it's not. and then iskall spends the next thirty minutes shadowboxing this guy, explaining himself, and completely derailed. and this is an iskall trait we all know and sigh bemusedly about, because he cares about the community and wants people to understand his intentions! he wants the community to understand his decisions!

however, it's not the community as a whole he's fighting; he is in fact, arguing with One Guy, who often doesn't represent the wider community, and who normally won't have their mind changed. hell, sometimes it's believable that they're satisfied having just managed to upset iskall, and they'll leave, no change to their mind, perfectly pleased that iskall's responding at all (that's what i firmly believe the people who poke at the 'you don't upload enough and that means you're falling off and a bad person' wound are trying to do, at least).

in the vault hunters community, we refer to this as iskall getting One Guyed, and it's typically viewed as bad, because it ends up focusing an entire moment on a single guy's negative opinion as opposed to on the larger picture. and it's an understandable thing to have happen! but it's frustrating to watch from the outside.

and so now i am looking at that cat poll. and the way everyone is still shadowboxing someone who has since apologized. and the way i would have never ever known about any of the negative comments about jellie if it weren't for fellow mcyt fans constantly putting them on my dash to dunk on them. and it's like. if you look through the notes most of them are just... normal? it's only a tiny few of people (and the pollrunner, who has since apologized) who were being dicks. it's a very, very ignorable demographic.

but. well. there was One Guy. and we had to correct them.

and folks, i don't know how to say that i almost never see "lol mcyt is cringe" type comments unless one of you puts it on my dash. both because i don't go looking through the notes of things that are likely to have them or go looking for reasons to be upset and because it's just... not that common! very frequently these days it is, in fact, One Guy!

i have almost never seen that poll on my dash without at least one instance of the One Guy. instead of being for fun, it's mostly become about explaining ourselves to someone who will not listen and will not change their minds, and treating this as a the whole of the Other Side of that poll, when most people are being... fine. they're fine! the majority of the people voting for the other side are doing it for perfectly normal reasons that don't require fighting about.

and man. let me tell you. after spending as long as i have watching vault hunters development? it can be just as frustrating to watch a fandom get One Guyed as it is to watch iskall.

#discourse #i am immediately turning notes off for this post as a heads up because i HATE discoursing but #man. i feel like i need to point this out.#sometimes you'll be happier if you go 'that was One Guy huh. better just block them and move on. i won't change their mind.'#one day this fandom will learn.#cat of the year poll #<- for those also trying to block it #also i know in many ways this is just me contributing i'm aware of my flaws #but sometimes i think this fandom needs to step back and realize it doesn't really need to fight the world.#sometimes someone says a mean thing. that sucks! you do not need to fight them for two days about it though.#and we do this with polls but also other people's innocuous comments SO MUCH.#so here i am.

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possiblylando · 1 month

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Who's the ghoul? [HTP;4 SPOILERS!]

Alright so Hunter the Parenting Episode 4 has been out for a bit. If you haven't watched Hunter the Parenting and are just seeing this for whatever reason like coincidence or following me... WATCH IT! I assure you it's worth it it's all on Youtube its great come on don't get spoiled here. Seriously SPOILERS FOR BASICALLY EVERYTHING IN EPISODE 4

Alright hopefully everyone who hasn't watched it is out of here and now watching it. We can start by establishing the suspects.

Now for what I hope are obvious reasons we can rule out every member of the D family. Door and Boy aren't even here anyway. As such our current list of possible suspects is;

Upper Management Occam Blacklaw Sr. Gloria Waters Wernon

Security Brock Spit Giles

Cleaners Amanda Matilda Students Elise Grimal Harry

Now who else can we rule out for sure? 1. Occam can be ruled out. He's the chapter leader and if he was the ghoul for whatever reason the information would already be out. Plus Occam is already a mage or sorcerer of some sort so I doubt he'd get trapped into becoming a Ghoul. 2. Blacklaw Sr. can be ruled out. While he has keys to whole building we knew exactly where he was the entire time the crimes were being committed. Alright so then who can we rule out based on intuition? 1. Harry was with Markus for most of the time so it likely isn't him. 2. Elise, While Big D did interrogate her first I feel like he would've had some more suspicion if he genuinely believed her to be the ghoul. As such we can shorten the list to the following;

Upper Management Gloria Wernon

Security Brock Spit Giles

Cleaners Amanda Matilda Students Grimal Now we can look at where everyone was known to be while Occam was in the vault.

During this time the ones left unaccounted for are Elise, Big D, Wernon, Gloria, Grimal, Occam (duh), Spit, and the Cleaners. For obvious reasons we can ignore Elise and Big D as we've ruled them out as suspects. Now we can also rule out Giles and Brock from the list as during the time Occam was attacked they were both accounted for. HOWEVER I want to talk about brock for a moment. While I doubt Brock is the ghoul there is a moment near the end of the episode I want to bring attention to. While Markus and Co are saving Grimal from being tortured, D absolutely rocks Brock to the point he gets slammed into a wall. Yet Brock gets up with very little damage and continues to brawl. This is very interesting as Brock is apparently stronger than Blacklaw. This could be ghoul strength but I doubt it since Brock is a VERY big guy. Also about Giles, We know his boss at the 99p store is related to the vampires. Either she's a vampire or just a ghoul I'm not 100% sure. So Giles would have the connections to become a ghoul however having multiple ghouls working at the same 99p store seems like a waste of resources. So I doubt he's the ghoul. So now our suspect list is;

Upper Management Gloria Wernon

Security Spit

Cleaners Amanda Matilda Students Grimal Now that we've narrowed down the list of suspects I doubt that the either of the Cleaners end up being the ghoul as while both would be fairly easy to get in the building they lack any real clearance to get into the archives. As such they would be little strategical use outside of minor surveillance. Additionally they have no way to gain access to the Archives. Now ime to talk about that final scene. Wernon being killed at the end of the episode is very interesting as it acts in contradiction to what happened to Occam. Occam was just knocked out but Wernon was EVICERATED yet Wernon is a much lower priority target than Occam. Now I doubt Spit is the ghoul because again how would he have access to the Archives. However I do think Spit is the one who killed Wernon. Perhaps Spit is a Werewolf or other weird being as they were very specifically pointed out as killing machines in the episode where Big-D tells Kitten about some stuff. At the very beginning of the episode we can see the moon is full.

The lighting is a bit weird in these early scenes as outside is very red and orange but in other scenes we can see the moon and it's detailing a bit better so this is certainly the moon. As such the circumstances exist for Spit to turn into a Werewolf and flip the fuck out. Given the fact Spit is absolutely losing it I doubt he did it intentionally either. That answers the question of what happened to Wernon, what about the ghoul. Currently these are the possibilities as I see them; 1. Wernon was the ghoul. He had the means to get into the Archives and attack Occam. He's advancing in age so becoming a Ghoul might help with that slightly which would supply a motive. If he brought Spit off to deal with him, then spit flipping out in self defense would continue to track with him being a possible werewolf. 2. Grimel is the ghoul. Grimel was acting a bit weird the entire episode and during the start when the ghoul was announced she looked very uncomfortable. Additionally she's spent a majority of the episode away from the rest of the group and was missing while Occam was attacked. When she was being "interrogated" by blacklaw she doesn't actually say she isn't the ghoul she changes the subject. However this again could be coincidence as she saw Amanda get fried. Additionally there is the issue of her not having access to the archives. 3. Gloria is the ghoul. This one I think is the least likely. The only real evidence for this is that she was willing to so quickly take control of the situation when Occam was passed out. Currently the odds as I see them are Wernon; 40% Grimel; 30% Gloria; 10% Anyone else; 20% However if it is Wernon that raises the question, What will the rest of this arc be about? If the ghoul is dead then the rest of the arc would have to be about sorting shit out and kinda loosing it at eachother. But again that seems weird right? Killing the culprit off? So I guess my final guess is; Grimal (MAYBE Wernon) is the ghoul Spit is a werewolf (or similar creature) Matilda is going to be important somehow

#hunter the parenting #hunter: the parenting

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yanderes-galore · 4 months

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Hello! May I request a winter request for borderlands 2 (or 3 you can choose either tbh) with Moxxi? Perhaps darling brings her a hot chocolate to start off the festivities? Darling can with be civilian or vault hunter, you may choose! And thank you again!

-MissPlacedHero

Sure! Here you go! Sorry it's short and took a dark turn, yet that's the nature of these fics lol.

Special Drinks

Yandere! Mad Moxxi Short - Winter Event Request

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Intoxication, Drinking until passing out, Manipulation, Kidnapping implied, Flirting, Forced affection (Sorta), Possessive behavior implied at times, Slight guilt, Coercion, Forced relationship.

“Cold out there, isn't it?” Moxxi asks you as you enter the bar. A small bag is in your arms and you take your seat at her bar. Moxxi can't help but smile, you came when she called!

“Yeah… how do you not get cold?” You chuckle, gesturing to her. She knew what you were getting at.

“Oh, I have my ways.” Moxxi laughs. “What's in the bag?”

“Look, I know you specialize in alcohol, but why not some hot chocolate for the holidays?” You offer, pushing the bag to her. Moxxi looks in it briefly, it is indeed ingredients for the holiday drink.

Moxxi gets an idea in her eyes, briefly looking at you before nodding.

“Oh sure, sugar. Anything for you, right?” Moxxi teases before taking the ingredients behind the counter. Weren't you just so innocent?

She'd be so lucky to call you hers….

“Hot Chocolate is good and all… but it's the holidays, right?” Moxxi grins towards you. “Why not celebrate a little more… with me?”

You should've expected this. This is Moxxi's bar, of course she has a special thing planned for you. Willing to bite the bullet you accept.

“Fine, give me what you got.”

If only you didn't say such a thing.

Moxxi only felt encouraged when you consented to her plan. She quickly grabs one of the stronger drinks she has and gets to mixing. Poor you… you had no idea what her plan was.

You were blissfully unaware as she passed you drink after drink. She shares the first one with you and you both chat. Then came the next one. Maybe even another.

Slowly you began to hit your peak. Your speech was slurred yet you could still listen to Moxxi's words. All she did was watch you with a mischievous grin.

“Y'know, sugar…” Moxxi drawls, reaching over the counter to grab your free hand. “It was mighty nice of you to come over this holiday.”

“Mm… yeah?” You answer, a smile on your face.

“Well, I've been wondering…” Moxxi hums, bringing your hand up to her lips. “How do you feel about me?”

“What are you talking about?” You ask, confusion on your face.

“Sugar… I've been thinking about you for a while and I've been waiting until now to tell you.” Moxxi confesses, pressing her lips softly to the back of your hand. “I'd be honored to declare you as mine.”

“Moxxi… I-” You try to respond, having a hard time putting your words together. “I don't know-”

“Oh, please… I've been looking for the one to settle down with. I do believe that's you, sugar.” Moxxi continues to flirt, holding your hand still.

You choose to stop drinking the spiked drink and try to stand up. Moxxi lets go of your hand momentarily and comes out from behind the counter. Just in time to catch you when you stumble.

“Dear… you've drank too much, let me help you-” Moxxi offers yet you try to refuse.

“Moxxi, how much did you-” You try to ask but she cuts you off.

“You look sick, sit down and rest.” Moxxi suggests, sitting you on a sofa. Your vision begins to fail you. Oh… how much did you drink?

“Moxxi-” You ask again in a frightened tone.

“Don't worry…” Moxxi coos, pulling you close. “Just rest… I'll take care of you.”

It was such an underhanded tactic, getting you so drunk at a bar that she can move you. Part of her feels bad but she'd been waiting so long for this. She wouldn't take advantage of you or anything… but she will be taking you home.

At home you can get all the rest you need. So, as Moxxi waits for you to give into the alcohol you willingly took from her, she can't stop smiling. Truthfully… there's only one thing she wants around this time of year…

It just so happens to be your love.

#yandere borderlands #yandere mad moxxi

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teabreakpancakes · 1 year

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hello!! i absolutely love your writing and cant get enough of it!! the fics with jack is so cute ;;!! is it okay if i request norton, jack, michiko, joseph (or anyone else!!) with an energetic s/o being able to shrink like the explorer and it gives them a heart attack like “oh my god where are they—WHERE-“ “STOP DONT JUMP OFF THE SHELF-“ “ARE YOU INSANE I NEARLY STEPPED ON YOU-“

Fun-Sized Ball Of Energy Norton, Jack, Michiko, Joseph, and Antonio with an Energetic S/O

Genre: Fluff

𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋

often times, he finds it hard to keep up with your energy

luckily, you like it when you're smaller, and it's much easier to catch you when you're smaller

"Not another peep out of you" the prospector chided, covering your mouth with his finger. You squirmed in his hand, attempting to break free, earning an eye roll from your lover, he had enough of your energy for today—he wasn't going to chase you around again.

he's considered purchasing a tiny bed for you, along with more tiny furniture

one time, the hunter almost stepped on you, but before they could, he pulled them away

oh boy, you were in for a scolding

"Idiot!" Norton yelled out, forcing the hunter to collide with the church's walls. He vaulted over the open window, picking you up with one of his hands before running off to the open exit gate. Onyx eyes glared daggers into your tiny form as you tried getting away from his sight, burrowing into yourself.

STOP HIDING FROM HIM, HE JUST WANTS TO TALK

Your heartbeat raced, not because of the hunter, but because of your lover. You pressed your body up against the kitchen island, hoping that he wouldn't see you at all costs. An angry Norton was a scary Norton after all.

"(Name) come out! i'm not that mad anymore, probably" he hollers, a somewhat eerie smile plastered on his handsome face. He roamed the halls, entering the kitchen. Where were the others you ask? well, they all had a match, you simply had to hide until your boyfriend hopefully stopped.

he's asked miss nightingale to design costumes and clothes for your tiny form despite knowing that your clothes will shrink down with you in matches

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑

he thinks it's pretty interesting, a pain in matches though

he likes putting you in his breast pocket

Jack hummed, roaming the manor with a small smile. He steps outside, taking a seat in the garden on one of the many garden benches. The smell of earth soothes you, coaxing you into leaning into the soft material of his suit.

He brings out a book, flipping it to where his bookmark was fixed at. Your arms hang outside his pocket, reading along with him and listening to his hushed voice. He truly was an excellent narrator.

please stop climbing up shelves or walls without him watching over you

"Dear!" the hunter exclaimed, visibly alarmed. You had almost fallen off the shelf you were climbing up. A small pout graced your face as he told you off, "I promise to not climb anything without you around, can I go now?" you whined, nearly laughing when he lets out an exasperated sigh at your antics.

he tends to caress you as if you're a little doll, you sure are as fragile as one

he likes dressing you in doll's clothes

"These types of clothes suit you" he crooned, smoothing over the fabric of the tiny apparel. He picked you up gently, placing you in front of his vanity mirror. You stared in awe—you truly did look like a tiny doll. "I look pretty" you whispered to yourself, bashfully twirling around in a small circle. Jack chuckled softly, "You always do darling" he spoke, smiling down at you.

you're so small he's actually afraid of accidentally crushing you

he asks you to be his muse often, your small size adds a touch of surrealism to his paintings after all (i'm well aware that surrealism began in the 20th century and that the ripper is from the 19th), roses held nothing against your beauty.

𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀

she thinks you're even more adorable when you're tiny

she often worries about the chance of you getting hurt when you're shrunken down, so you tried lessening your tiny adventures

"Please be more careful about roaming about while not being your normal size, you could have gotten seriously injured" she spoke, sounding very disappointed and worried. You couldn't bear to look at her, not when she already sounded so upset.

Noticing your downcast gaze, she approached you, embracing your smaller form. "Don't be upset, I only worry because I care about you deeply" she soothes, rubbing your back gently.

you remind her of a cute little porcelain doll

she enjoys crafting clothes for you: regular sized or doll sized

Michiko appears to be engrossed in her sewing—making sure to pay a great deal of attention to every detail on the miniature clothing. Various types of fabric surround her, along with mini and regular sized tailor's mannequins.

she has a small chair for you that's always on her coffee table for when you and her have tea parties

"It seems that it's taking you a while to finish your cookie, would you like me to make it smaller?" she inquired with a teasing smile. You shook your head vigorously, turning away from her while still munching on the large cookie in your lap.

you like playing hide and seek with her in her room

𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒

you are going to be the death of him

the amount of heart attacks this man experiences within a day is outstandingly concerning

"Honey! catch me!" you shouted from above the staircase. Joseph looks above him, onyx eyes widening upon landing on your figure. Just as you jump off, he rushes to catch you, making sure to not scratch you with his long nails. "Ne refais plus jamais ça mon amour!" he scolded, holding you to his chest. Inky tears trickled down his cracked porcelain-like cheeks as he pressed a small kiss to your small head. That was the moment you vowed to no longer put yourself in any kind of danger.. outside of games of course.

you are cute but troublesome.

STOP HIDING IN HIS POCKETS, YOU MIGHT GET HURT

Joseph chaired the gravekeeper, the last survivor before getting sent back to the manor. Whilst walking down the halls and towards his quarters, he hears a soft yet familiar giggle coming from inside the inner pocket of his coat. He pauses, placing a hand on his temple and closing his eyes in preparation for the upcoming headache.

Using his other hand, he gently fishes out your figure from his pocket. You wave at him, kissing his hand with a sweet smile. Good god, how was he going to get mad at you if you were this unbearably adorable.

you have taken a liking to hiding in cookie jars

The photographer reaches for the cookie jar in his bedroom, opening it to be greeted by the sight of you nibbling on one of the cookies. "My, and what is this delectable treat doing amongst these common pastries~" he teases, picking you up with a smirk. You freeze up, avoiding his gaze. A deep and rich chuckle was drawn from his lips as he closed the distance between you and his face,"Why don't I give you a taste then?" he whispered.

tiny doll's clothes—not including your normal clothing—fills up the drawer of his bedside table

he likes taking pictures of you, he always brings a camera with him in order to document your tiny adventures: walking through the garden's flowers and even on the kitchen cupboards, you can have an adventure everywhere if you're tiny!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓

antonio is amused by your ability to shrink, seeing as he literally examined you from head to toe the first time he witnessed it... he deadass held you in front of his face by your ankle.

he adores you both ways

he babies you when you're shrunken down, treating you as if you were made out of porcelain

"Name! darling! don't lift anything larger than you in that form, you'd likely injure yourself!" Antonio berated, lifting up the teapot, peeling away your tiny limbs from the ceramic. His chucked the crockery behind his head, cradling you in his hand. You blinked owlishly upon hearing the porcelain shatter, opting to instead lean into his touch.

he lets you sit on his head when you're in your smaller form. it sure is nice to have a tall lover, unless you have a fear of heights

he gets you a tiny violin it's just a violin that was shrunken down mysteriously

"'TONIOOO! is this for me?" the survivor questions, shooting an expectant starry-eyed look towards the hunter. The violinist nods, lifting the tiny survivor up to his face using one of his hands. "You seemed rather interested in one and since you're often in your smaller state, I decided to get one appropriate for your size—of course, it can grow to back to it's regular size" he spoke in a hushed tone, not wanting to be too loud because of your close proximity. You squealed happily, hugging his face. "Thanks Toni" you whispered, kissing his cheek.

he accompanies you on your tiny adventure, playing music so it seems like you're in your very own show. he actually enjoys listening or even joining you in your monologues

"As the brave adventurer wanders through the gigantic forest," you monologue, weaving through the tall grass. Antonio played a piece suited for adventure, adding more drama than necessary; his playing was more gentle—telltale sign that it was you he was playing for. A soft smile branded his face as he watched you pretend.

"But alas, the adventurer had to stop midway, for their beloved waited patiently for them to come home from their journey" Antonio butted in, gesturing towards the food spread out on the picnic blanket. They gasped mutely, growing to their regular size before lacing their arms with their lover. "Let's take a break, adventuring can be done later—after we eat!" they beam, causing the violinist to chuckle, amused by their quick change.

of course, you guys don't get back into adventuring after since you both end up taking a nap. always

when you sleep next to him in his bed in your tiny form, he swaddles you in his hair so you don't fall off the bed

you aren't able to wander off this with man, his hair is wrapped around you at all times as long as it's outside matches

#lawless.writes #idv.writing #idv x reader #identity v x reader #idv x gn reader #idv norton x reader #idv prospector x reader #idv jack x reader #idv the ripper x reader #idv geisha x reader #idv michiko x reader #idv photographer x reader #idv joseph x reader #idv violinist x reader #idv antonion x reader

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handsome-jacks-left-eye · 6 months

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You like Borderlands, right? How about Lord of the Rings? What about Lord of the Rings IN Borderlands? Well, you're in luck, because Borderlands 2 has got you covered.

Welcome to my Borderlands Tumblr blog in 2023. If you're as obsessed with the franchise as I am, then this is the place for you. My first post? Secret Lord of the Rings quest.

If you want the Rakks to fly you Ithillien, I've got some bad news for you. However, they CAN bring you some sick loot. This secret quest is only available once you unlock TVHM, and you gotta get a bit into the game to be able to complete it.

The gist of the quest is this: take the golden gear to the top of Mount Hellsfont. Simple, right? No. Much like Frodo, you have to make the trip on foot.

To start this quest, you need to go to Claptraps place in Windshear Waste, the starting zone of the game. Head inside, and go to the fireplace, where you'll find a golden gear. Once you pick it up, the fun begins.

To do the quest, you'll have to walk this gear all the way from Windshear Waste, all the way to the Eridium Blight. Sounds tiring, doesn't it? Fast traveling, hopping into a car, quitting the game, or simply *dying* will fail the quest, and you'll have to start over.

You'll want to take the following path: Windshear Waste -> Southern Shelf -> Three Horns - Divide -> Three Horns - Valley -> The Dust -> Eridum Blight.

Once you've hit the Eridium Blight, head to the top of Mount Hellsfont towards the top of the map. Traverse the volcano until you find Geary. Under normal circumstances, Geary will become hostile and attack relentlessly. However, if you still have the golden gear, he will only attack you once. He'll snatch the gear, and throw himself into the lava. Once he does, three Rakks will appear, and grant you three chests, one of which will ALWAYS contain purple or e-tech loot.

Make sure you don't kill Gollum- Sorry, *Geary* yourself, or else the quest fails, and the Rakks will never arrive.

If your a compeltionist like myself, be sure to return later to kill Geary yourself, as he will have a chance to drop 1 of 6 head customizations for your Vault Hunter.

And there you have it. You have successfully saved Pandora from the wrath of Sauron, and scored yourself some sick ass loot.

#borderlands #borderlands 2 #borderlands 3 #handsome jack #borderlands blog #blog #secret quests #tales from the borderlands #im doing this for my own amusement #tiny tina #video games #video game blog

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strqyr · 1 year

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I seriously have to ask. Why on earth are you so determined to push the idea that somehow the ENTIRE HUNTER SYSTEM is toxic and painful and it needs to be thrown in the bin. When not only is Ruby's circumstances far more unique than those your typical hunter would typically face. But we have the vast majority of the main cast affirm that yes, they ARE Hunters, in an epic scene of awesome character development?

I get that Ruby is not in an okay place at the moment. She has trauma from Beacon and Altas that is not fully addressed. And her teammates have not reached out to support her in Volume 9 until her outburst (partly due to bad timing. Because holy shit did her backing away from Crescent Rose send alarms ringing in everyone's heads). But blaming the entire Hunter system as toxic and needing to be removed feels very, 'throwing out the baby with the bathwater', you know?

the system currently in place is a post-war concept. it is, at most, 80 years old. we know the world managed to do just fine without it, as before the war kingdoms were expanding and finding new grounds to settle. as a systemic group huntsmen and huntresses aren't needed: the main reason for the academies to exist is to defend the relics hidden in vaults within them, putting a huge target on them that the students meant to defend them don't even know about. same students who usually start training to kill monsters (and potentially other people as well, since that can be part of the job) at the age of 13. that's a child.

we're talking about a system that is basically churning out child soldiers. there's no reason why they need to graduate at the age of 21 instead of starting to train at that age.

we're talking about a system that has no way to actually keep track of all of huntsmen and huntresses to ensure that they aren't abusing their power. these are people who have trained in combat, who have unlocked their aura for extra protection, who can have special powers in form of semblances. these are people who have the power to arrest others. the power imbalance between a regular citizen and a huntsman is absurd. they are super-powered mercenaries who are also cops and if the one you've trusted your life with decides being a decent person doesn't pay enough or doesn't bring them enough joy anymore or whatever, there's not much a regular citizen can do against them alone.

and we have seen them abuse their power already. this is not a what if? this is a holy shit this is already happening. raven has been the bandit queen of anima for almost 20 years, people are terrified of her, and qrow only cared to amass a group to go deal with the tribe when he found out the spring maiden is there. how is this not a problem?

my point is nothing in the show is actually selling me the idea that the huntsmen system is necessary. just because there are few good eggs doesn't mean the rest isn't rotten, that there aren't issues that need to be fixed.

there will always be heroes, people willing to defend those who need help. but they don't need to have a title of a huntsman or a huntress to do so—clearly, since humanity was doing just fine before the war without the academies. and a town or a family should not be required to have enough money to pay for someone to protect them or else trust a goodwill of a stranger to care about them enough to help without a payment (especially when there's a lot of 'looking the other way, this doesn't concern me' going on).

the system isn't bad just because someone came out of it mental health problems—tho obviously that's bad too and should be reason enough to investigate what went wrong and how it can be prevented in the future—it's bad because from the viewpoint of a Regular Joe who needs a huntsman now, you either have enough money to hire a huntsman—and then hope the one you get not only arrives in time but is also actually a decent person—or you're fucked.

#rwby #rwby9 #rwby spoilers #stormmodblog #ask.strqyr #i mean i could go on and on #but that's the gist of it

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rosemaidenvixen · 6 months

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Terror in the Corn

For @draal-ask-blog who gave me the prompt of going through a corn maze with Gunmar and Bular

tw: violence, blood, death

Ao3

Gunmar sneered as he spotted more of the light spires the humans set up along the road through the trees. It was the middle of the night but humans still managed to taint it with their lanterns.

“Bah! The humans befoul the water, destroy the land, and now they obscure the stars themselves. Their entire race deserves to burn and choke on the ashes of their own making,”

Ahead of him Bular chuffed “Indeed, your return was long overdue. I look forward to making their streets run red with blood, and reminding the fleshbags why they should fear the dark,”

Normally such a declaration from his son would soothe Gunmar’s nerves, but tonight nothing seemed to lift the scowl from his face. He’d managed to escape the Darklands with his advisers and an elite group of soldiers, but they lacked the numbers needed to topple the humans’ forces. Kodanth had tasked his impures with seeking out allies among the troll tribes, but for now they were forced to wait.

Gunmar was free from the Darklands, but instead of raining down rightful slaughter he was sitting on his haunches grinding his teeth to nubs.

“Why have you brought me out here?”

Bular paused, surveying the edge of the forest before turning back towards him with a wide grin “Your forces are still being gathered, but the two of us can still remind the humans to fear the dark as they once did,”

Intrigued, Gunmar followed Bular further to the edge of the forest, spotting a mass of tall, straight plants in the clearing beyond, lit by cold lanterns with the sounds of human voices coming from within.

“Every autumn the humans construct these labyrinths from the remains of their harvest, decorate them with effigies of their demons and wander inside for amusement,”

Bular turned back, mouth stretched into a blood-thirsty smirk “Why don’t we give them some real monsters,”

Gunmar felt his own mouth stretching into a grin, black mood finally lifted.

“Indeed, the fleshbags have set up a fine festival indeed, it would be rude not to participate,”

Gunmar in the lead now, the two of them crept towards the least illuminated side of the plants, vaulting over the side and landing soundlessly on the dirt path inside.

Rather than standing, Gunmar sank into a low crouch and sniffed, single eye flicking from side to side. The scent of fleshbags drifted between the plant stalks along with the sound of murmurs and giggles. Dangling from the plants were dolls and effigies of various designs, occasionally spattered with a sweet smelling red substance. Some were clearly done to imitate human skeletons, but others were done up in bright colors, flamboyant garments, and garish warpaints that had no meaning Gunmar could perceive.

No matter, he didn’t have to understand the meaning of these effigies to use them to his advantage.

Not lifting from his crouch, he raised a single hand “Come,”

Bular dutifully followed along as Gunmar crept along the path until they came to a crossroads, raising a hand to halt.

“We separate here, you go down that corridor,” he gestured towards a wide path ahead of them “I will herd any fleshbags that come towards you,”

Bular huffed in acknowledgement before creeping ahead on all fours, vanishing down the corridor of plants.

Gunmar sat back on his haunches, slowing his breathing to a whisper and stilling his tail with centuries of practice, and settled in to wait.

He didn’t have to wait long.

He heard them approach before he smelled them, chattering and laughing in their high pitched fleshbag voices.

Gunmar didn’t allow himself to as much as twitch, he was far too experienced a hunter for that, but the thought of these fleshbags’ laughter turning into screams, feeling their hot blood running down his throat, did bring a smile to his face.

Around the bend of a corridor on his side the group appeared, five of them, they were gathered in a tight formation but with no awareness of their surroundings, laughing and jostling each other. The faint scent of alcohol hanging over them.

“Dude this corn maze is lame,”

“Yeah I think they got all their decorations from the clearance section at Walmart,”

“Hey they were scary enough to nearly make you wet yourself,”

“That wasn’t because I was scared, that’s because I’m smashed!”

Uproarous laughter shook the group as they got closer. As they got closer and Gunmar came into their view their laughter rose even higher, the group staggering to a stop to gather around him.

“Oh wow, now that’s an animatronic,”

“For real, how do you think they managed to afford that?”

“Oh come on guys this is fake as hell, I can totally see the wires,”

Gunmar stayed still, waiting until the fleshbags were positioned by the proper corridor, then he slowly started to prowl forward.

The motion from him sent the humans shrieking and scurrying away, directly down the path where Bular was waiting.

Gunmar kept pace, slow but never losing their trail. Even centuries out of practice he was far too practiced a hunter to allow eagerness to quicken his limbs, but inside he felt the old thrill of anticipation rising.

The fleshbags rounded a bend and vanished from view, a few seconds later there was another chorus of shrieks that told him that the humans had run into Bular.

A pleased rumble echoed out from his chest as Gunmar came to the end of the corridor, sealing off any potential escape.

In the tunnel of plants the fleshbags stood between him and Bular, laughing and looking back and forth between the two, completely oblivious to the danger surrounding them.

He met Bular’s eyes and nodded, Bular returned the gesture and the two of them slowly started to crawl forward, closing the gap between them.

“Oh man these animatronics are the shit!”

“For real dude, but how are we supposed to get out?”

“Maybe just, go around…”

One of the humans broke away from the others and started to edge around Gunmar.

In a single swipe Gunmar took off their head. There was barely any sound, just a whiff of air, a spray of red, and the human’s body crumpling to the ground.

The other humans stared at their companion’s corpse wide eyes, pale faces spattered with red.

“R– Ronnie?”

They turned toward Gunmar. He grinned, letting their companion’s head tumble to the ground.

“G– guys I don’t think these are fake,”

“Wh– what no way, he’s probably just in on it, come on Ronnie get up this isn’t funny anym–”

Bular grabbed one of the humans while they were still focused on Gunmar, lifting them up and tearing open their shoulder with his teeth. The fleshbags spasmed before going limp with a wet gurgle..

Gunmar could pinpoint the exact second the full realization of the danger sank in.

The humans screamed, panic erupting in their small group, rushing and darting around in a futile attempt to escape. One of them even tried to flee through the plants but they were packed too tight.

He and Bular moved without urgency, there was nowhere for the fleshbags to go, and their screams would go unnoticed among all the others in the labyrinth. Calmly but efficiently dispatching the fleshbags one by one, clawed hands snapping their spines and fangs tearing open their throats until the last of the screams was silenced.

Then they enjoyed the spoils of their hunt.

Once they were finished Gunmar wiped the blood from his maw using the back of his arm. All that remained of the humans were the traces of blood on the dirt and plants, completely blending in with the sweet red substance only distinguishable by scent, and the pleasant heaviness in Gunmar’s gut.

But Gunmar’s hunger was over nine centuries in the making.

And there were many humans still wandering the labyrinth.

He stood to his full height, rolling his neck back and forth before facing Bular “The night is young, my appetite is not yet sated, and the humans’ festival has not yet concluded,” he extended a hand down towards Bular “Shall the hunt continue?”

Bular grinned and accepted it, allowing his father to pull him to his feet “Indeed father, there is nowhere I’d rather be,”

#tales of arcadia #trollhunters #halloween prompts #rmvwrites #gunmar the black #bular the vicious #fanfic #violence #blood #death

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ciramaris · 1 year

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What would get the Bad Batch in trouble?

Inspired by this @dragon-pups

⚠️Warnings⚠️ mention of Injury 🩹, canon typical violence ⚔,

... Pls tell me, if I forgot to tag something ...

...Tech...

... Because of his strategies, calculations and the need to inform everyone else about them, easily get him in Trouble ...

The tall Zabrack crossed his arms in front of his chest and scoffed. ,,Really? You think, you and your 4 Laserbrains could outsmart me? Cid thinks too high of you."

Tech righted his glaces while he typed on his Datapad ,,Actually, according to my calculations, outsmarting you would not even be that difficult. I took a brainscan of you- and yours is not fully developed. Indicating, you are not as smart as you presume yourself to be. With this information and with the security Recording Cid provided us with, we can easily brake into your Vault and bring Cid her share. Or you could give us her share and ours now, without the need to replace certain expensive Components of your Vault and House." Tech glanced at the three Guards the Zabrack had, that stood behind him. ,,And without the need of further bloodshed, on your side."

The Zabrack scowled at Tech. ,,And if I don't want to give Cid her share?"

Tech shrugged nonchalant and stated Matter of Fact. ,,Then we are obliged to use deadly force to retrieve said Share."

...Hunter...

... He once again took the biggest Risk out of them all ...

He didn’t want to listen to Tech's Odds and how many hundreds to 1 he was outnumbered. He hoped for the best and he failed.

While he fell down to the river below, he regretted not listening to Tech and sighed inwardly. After he returned, Tech would surely lecture him.

When he submerged in the icy cold glacier stream, he was pulled along with the current.

Hunter tried to stay afloat, but the Mining Guild Members did not take kindly to thiefs.

Especially not, when they just stole something extremely valuable.

He held on tight to his backpack, where he had the refined coaxium.

He took the next opportunity and reached for a wooden branch. He got himself out of the water and run back to the Marauder, while he was still chased by the Mining Guild.

The other four waited by the Marauder, Tech kept the Marauder ready. Echo was the Copilot. Wrecker and Omega had their Weapons, Wrecker stood outside the Ship, Omega stood in the ship- her energy Bow ready to shoot.

Hunter felt more than he heard the Pyro Denton activate and being thrown towards him.

He run faster, the Explosion still rattled him and threw him off balance, but at least further to the Marauder, he fell, rolled, got up and resumed running.

When he saw the Marauder he activated his Comm. ,,Tech- almost there!"

Wrecker and Omega went inside.

Tech lifted off of the ground and hovered there.

Hunter run and then jumped on the ladder. ,,Go!"

Tech flew upwards.

Hunter was glad Wrecker had taken a hold of him, otherwise he would have slipped off of the ladder, because of how wet he was.

,,Do you have it?"

Hunter panted and nodded. ,,In my Backpack."

Omega took out the Med-kit. ,,Hunter? Are you okay?"

He frowned. ,,Yes, why?"

Wrecker looked at his Brother and hissed. ,,Your cheek. It bleeds. Here, hold still."

...Omega...

... Omega's sense of Justice ...

She cocked her head and starred at the Scene before her in shock.

A young Twiilek, around the Age of Hera, was slapped across her face. One of the five Men laughed and clapped the one, who had slapped her, on his shoulder.

Omegas heart clenched painfully at the sight. She looked closer and saw the Girl had her Wrists bound with Binders and Binder arounnd her Neck, said Collar electrocuted her and the Girls knees gave out, sending her tumbling to the floor.

Omega had enough. She crawled ontop of the Next crate and shot the one who had slapped the Twiilek, with her Energy Bow.

The others were immediately on high alert and fired on her.

Omega ducked behind the crate, then she looked up again and fired three fast shoots, killing three out of the four remaining.

The last one grabbed the Twiilek by her Neck and held her in front of him. He trained his Blaster on the Twiilek’s head. ,,My Syndicate is already on the way! No one attacks us and leaves unharmed!"

Omega rolled her eyes. Did he really think she cared what he had to say? Well, obviously... but she didn’t.

She shot behind him, he turned.

In the distance she heard a faint ,Omega!' From Wrecker.

That is it. She thought and activated her Comm. ,,Wrecker I need you. Somone wants to kill a Twiilek, she almost looks like Hera."

Wrecker sighed. ,,I'll be right there."

She waited a few more minutes and surely Wrecker appeared in the other alleyway.

He frowned. ,,Hey Kid. DUCK!" He shouted.

The Twiilek understood he meant her and tried to duck as good as she could, with the Man still holding her up.

Wrecker took an empty Fuel Container and threw it at her.

Just before the Container connected with her, a shot was fired and an ascension cable swung around her legs, then she was pulled away from the Attacker just beofre he was knocked out by the Container.

The Girl looked up and saw a Man with a half Tattooed Face, he smile kindly down at her.

Wrecker laughed. ,,The Cavalry has arrived!"

Hunter helped the Twiilek up after he removed the cable from around her legs.

When Omega joined them, Hunter sighed tiredly. ,,Omega. I understand you wanted to help. But could you please not do these kind of things alone?"

She nodded sheepishly. ,,Alright Hunter. Sorry."

Tech, who had waited for Wrecker to finish the Rescue frowned. ,,Omega? Are you aware you just stole a Slave from the Blacksun Crime Syndicate and killed 5 of their Men?"

Omega shrugged. ,,No, why? What is so special about a black Sun?"

Hunter sighed. He loved his Sister, dearly. But sometimes...

,Am I getting too old for this Crap?' He briefly wondered.

...Wrecker...

... Wrecker's Love for Explosives ...

He was thrilled, the Warehouse Cid told them about was awesome. He had so many explosives surrounding him.

He laughed and hugged a Thermal Detonator to his scarred Cheek.

Omega eyed him mildly worried.

,,Oh you're comming home with me!" He laughed and loaded then im Omegas Backpack.

Omega grin. ,,Wrecker, don't load too much in it. I won't be able to lift it."

He looked Omega up and down. ,,Come here and put it on."

She did as her Brother told her. Soon she thought it was more than enough weight. ,,Wrecker, no more."

He sighed but accepted it.

Outside were Blasters fired.

Echo run inside. ,,We got company! What are you doing? We don’t have much time! Load it and leave!" He said while he fired Stunn Bolts from his DC.

Omega glanced at Echo worried and hurried to the Marauder.

Soon Tech and Echo followed her and entered the Ship.

,,Hunter? Where is Wrecker?" She asked worried.

Her Brother sighed, frustrated. ,,Probably still inside. Tech? Start the Engine and hover, I'll get Wrecker."

Tech did that while Echo huffed annoyed and shook his head.

Hunter found his Brother pinned to a Corner, surrounded by 20 Reg's.

Hunter sighed and shot Stunn Bolts at them.

Wrecker took a Crate of Pyro Dentons and a Crate of Thermal Detonators and run to the Marauder. He loaded it and run back inside, while Hunters frustration grew. ,,What are you doing?! We need to go!"

Wrecker grin. ,,I'll be right there. I just need something else."

Wrecker run inside and grabbed a crate or Ammunition and anpther crate of Magnetic Thermal detonators, he run t the Marauder amd just as he pushed the Ammunition inside, he was shot in his right leg.

He hissed, grabbed a Thermal Detonator, activated it and when Tech lifted off, he threw it at the Warehouse. He looked through the Gunnersmount as it Exploded. He grin. ,,BOOM!"

...Echo...

... Echo's helpfulness for others (Esp. Clones) ...

He frowned. ,,Hunter? Why can't we go after them? They are our Brothers- they left the Empire and need help. Now."

Hunter sighed. ,,Because we need to maintain a low profile. Echo, I understand your need to help them. But we can't help them at the moment."

Echo shook his head. ,,Then, let me go alone."

Hunter frowned. ,,No. Not alone."

Echo got up. ,,I will not stand by and watch my Brothers get killed. Not again!"

Hunter shook his head. ,,You heard me."

Echo shook his head frustrated, he stormed off the Ship. He sat outside and told Tech and Wrecker about it, they in turn qgreed with him.

Hunter had a feeling this would happen, when Echo with His Brothers stood in front of him and informed him, they would go ater the MIA and AWOL, if he wanted to come with them, that would be appreciated-if not, ue could wait at Cid's.

Hunter sighed but agreed to go with them.

What they didn’t know yet was, Crosshair would be there too. Waiting for somone to pick up the AWOL's.

Admiral Rampart knew where they gathered and ordered him under the Command of CC-1226 to take them and the helpers out.

...Crosshair...

... Crosshair's way with Reg's ...

He glared at Wooley.

Wooley smirked. ,,What? See something you like? Want to be like me? Look normal?"

Crosshair's glare intensified. ,,No. I am unique. You look like every one else. Nothing special."

Wooley glared at him. ,,Watch it, Toothpick! I will not get decommissioned for being defective."

Crosshair flicked his Toothpick at him. ,,No, you will. I was meant to be like this. You are not. So, do us both a favor and go follow Orders to the point of stupidety and play Cacon Fodder."

Wooley was just about to lunge at Crosshai, when he was lifted on his Chestplate by Wrecker.

Hunter sighed ans mildly glared at the Reg. ,,Please, let him be or I will have to inform Cody."

Wooley still dangled. ,,It’s Commander Cody to you!"

Hunter sighed. ,,Let him down, Wrecker. Go away- it is best for all of us."

Wooley glared at them, disgusted and left.

Hunter sighed. Why did Crosshair need to rile the Regs up all the time?

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caffeinatedowlbear · 4 months

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Some Mercenary Day Lore, courtesy of yours truly

Merry Mercenary Day to all you Vault Hunters and corporate scum-- *checks notes* Ahem, I meant to say: season's greetings, esteemed fellow capitalists and dirty bandits!

Much as I wanted to get the new L&F(A) chapter to you guys by now, I'm still editing. It's a big one, in every sense of the word. But it'll be worth the wait, I promise. (Said the author of the 300k slow burn.)

In the meantime, I thought I'd share a couple of BL holiday myths I made up as and when writing called for it!

The Reason for the Season

According to Marcus Kincaid, Mercenary Day was invented by the the Dahl Corporation. But Rhys, who claims to have done extensive research, says that the holiday actually goes back a long way. Its real origins, somewhere on Old Earth, are lost to history, but it is widely considered a time to be with your family. It can be biological family, or family of choice, but either way, this is a day to spend with people who’d be there even if you weren’t paying them.

The Holiday Sweaters

Once again, as per Rhys's findings, gifting and wearing decorated sweaters on Mercenary Day is a tradition that goes back a few centuries, to early colonization of the six galaxies. As courageous space explorers of yore had set out to forge new frontiers, their tearful parents back on Old Earth would send handmade sweaters to them halfway across the galaxy, to remind them of home and keep them warm as they conquered the stars.

The Honest Mercenary

Considered by many the spirit of Mercenary Day, the Honest Mercenary can bring you good or bad luck in the coming year, depending on whether you've been naughty or nice: by mercenary standards, of course, where 'nice' means honoring the contract to your original employer unless the competitor outbids them by 100% or more. It is customary to leave out whiskey and bullets casings for the Honest Merc, and if they're gone by morning, you can rest easy: he's decided you deserve good luck (and good aim!) in the coming year. (If you're worried you might've been a bit too naughty, don't lose hope! Remember that, honest or not, the man is still a mercenary, so you can always try to bribe him with the most expensive booze you can find.)

Hope you enjoyed these lore-lets! And if you haven't read my holiday-themed Rhack fic Meet Me Halfway, in which Rhys and Jack keep trying to steal a Mercenary Day market from each other, no time like the present-> this way for fic.

💰🔫💰 Merry Mercenary Day! 💰🔫💰

#borderlands #borderlands lore #my fic #ao3 #rhack #mercenary day #handsome jack #rhys strongfork

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rin-bellatrix · 2 years

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The Law of Love

The president of Hyperion had given the rare gun called Law to the bandit called The Lawbringer, and she in turn, had brought Law back to him to show him just how pleased she was with his present.

Written for @sanzosin 💕

Header art is also by @sanzosin 😆

Written for prompt #40 "A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what's going on around them."

From this kiss prompt list

Takes place just before Borderlands 2

Skull dividers from this post

"Hey there sweetness, why don't cha do me a biiig favor and just slit your own throat for me, 'kay? Because when I get my hands on you after being subjected to your inane wannabe vault hunter drivel, coming out of that festering rakk hive of a mouth, I think I'll end up doing a lil more than just cuttin' ya from ear to ear."

The infamous bandit known as The Lawbringer could hear her boyfriend over the ECHOnet, threatening the newest aspiring vault hunter who thought they could challenge Hyperion in the race for the vault. Honestly, Jack was never more handsome than in moments like now - where his creative cruelty and blatant bloodlust really riled her up.

As she entered the main office in Helios where the CEO of Hyperion was still preoccupied with making very visceral threats over the ECHO, Nisha couldn't help but chuckle at one particular line that honestly sounded like a lot of fun.

Meg, Jack's long suffering assistant, stood several feet away from her boss and the control panel he was using to threaten the hopeful (but doomed) treasure hunter. In her arms, she clutched a large tablet to her chest. Blake, Hyperion's vice president, stood by her side, his eyes sliding over to Nisha as soon as she entered the room. He remained as unimpressed as ever.

Just as her boyfriend ended the call with an aggravated slap against the console, she called from across the room "Count me in, we can make it a threesome~"

Jack turned, anticipation making him damn near giddy at the sound of his girlfriend's spurs jingling as she stalked closer. The sway of her hips had him eager for things more carnal than carnage.

"My precious princess of pain, to what do I owe the honor?"

Nisha smirked, charmed by Jack's playful mood. "I just came by to thank you in person for my new gift..." She unholstered the gun from her hip, bringing it up to lay appreciative eyes on it once again.

Law, the rare bayoneted Jakobs pistol in her hand, was a surprise present from her lover, delivered to her just that morning. It had been some time since she had seen Jack in person, and so the gift had prompted her to leave Lynchwood in Winger's temporary care so she could fast travel up to Helios and show her consort just how much she adored the latest toy in her armory.

The president of Hyperion had given the rare gun called Law to the bandit called The Lawbringer, and she in turn, had brought Law back to him to show him just how pleased she was with his present.

Jack's self satisfied smirk made his heterochromic eyes crease in pleasure. "Well~ what can I say? Nothing but the best for my girl."

Nisha scoffed, but the sound was full of affection as she holstered the unique weapon, careful of the blade at the tip. She saunted up to her boyfriend and reached up to grab the lapels of his jacket, yanking him close to her. He very willingly let himself be handled by his lover, already used to (and craving) her rough touch.

"If you missed me that much, you could've just come down yourself..." she murmured, her purpled smirk brushing teasingly over his lips.

Jack's mask was made out of some kind of high-tech synthetic skin. Its design was set to mimic human skin as much as possible - and it got pretty damn close. But she could always feel something was off about it - she'd go so far as to call the sensation "malleable plastic". She much rather preferred the real thing, scarred flesh and all.

After all, Nisha actually had quite the thing for scars.

That being said, she had to admit that the technology packed into the fake face was impressive. Whenever Jack wanted to disengage the mask, the split nanosecond that it was no longer touching his skin, it hardened into a solid mold that held its shape and resembled his features.

In this moment, she wanted nothing more than to rip it off and fling it over her shoulder, exposing his true face. It was a privilege, vulnerable as it made him, that she - and only she - was allowed.

"U-uhm, sir?" Meg's voice was timid but clear. "Not to interrupt, but you've got an appointment with the R&D department soon-"

Hyperion's CEO ventured a gentle kiss over The Lawbringer's mouth, slanting his head in a way to avoid hitting the brim of her hat and resulting in his nose brushing against hers. "I take it that you're satisfied with the gift...?" He questioned, his mouth lingering near hers and baiting for another kiss.

"Hmm..." Pressing her lips against his again, she faintly tasted the remains of shitty coffee. "I'm not satisfied, not yet..." she murmured against his slightly parted mouth, pushing her hands up and over his broad shoulders, allowing her body to fit against his.

Jack sighed and gave in to her wiles, completely ignoring the loud and obvious sound of Blake clearing his throat behind them. As she licked into her boyfriend's mouth, she could feel his hand reach around to grab a handful of her ass. Smiling into the kiss when he let out a needy groan, Nisha leaned deeper into him, allowing their closeness to push her hat off and tumble to the floor behind her.

Distantly, she could hear soft murmurs of Meg's concerned voice and Blake's coolly clipped tone talking to each other about what to do. But she really didn't care for anyone else in that moment, because Jack had her full attention and she was going to make the most out of this trip.

She had to thank him properly for the gun, after all.

Here is a picture of Law and the Borderlands wiki page about it

☆ borderlands masterlist ⋆ main masterlist ☆

#handsome jack #nisha kadam #nisha the lawbringer #jackisha #jack x nisha #borderlands #meg the assistant #mr blake #rin's fic

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theminecraftbee · 6 months

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Also, shoutout to Impulse for getting stuck in two of those worlds in ONE DAY. Joe revealed that the recording for what we now know as vault hunters was also last monday. Impulse is really going through it.

Impulse sweats. For the past several minutes, Iskall has been staring at him and "hmmm"-ing for some reason. His only solace is that he's also doing it to Etho, but it's still making Impulse feel like he's got something weird on his face. That, or Iskall has suddenly and unexpectedly transformed back into his original villager state. One or the other.

He glances at Etho, who shrugs awkwardly at Impulse. He looks back at Iskall, who is still 'HMMM'-ing, increasingly furiously.

"Do you think he wants us to say something?" Etho asks.

"I mean, I guess?" Impulse says. "He could just ask."

"He's just going to keep humming at us, though," Etho says. "That's scary."

"Scary?" Impulse says, blankly.

"HMMMMM," Iskall says with an irritated expression.

"Scary," Etho confirms. Impulse sighs.

"Okay, I'll handle it. Hey, Iskall," Impulse says.

"Oh, I didn't see you there," Iskall blatantly lies.

"Right. You're, uh, sounding a bit concerned, buddy," Impulse says.

"Right, yes. Very concerned. Did you know you and Etho are already claimed? And, like, super cursed."

"Uh, I got a divorce with Cleo, you know," Etho says, completely straight-faced. "I'm a bachelor now. Not claimed by anyone."

"I'm not sure Bdubs and I ever got a divorce," Impulse says.

"No, no, not claimed like that! Claimed like--I did warn you all, yes? That my patrons would not like it if you came with other gods all over you? They get jealous of each other, let alone whoever you have... doing that to you."

Impulse and Etho glance at each other again. Impulse looks back at Iskall. "Yeah, I think I'd remember if I were claimed by any gods. I don't really... worship any, these days."

"If I worship any gods, Iskall, they're not the kind yours can do anything about," Etho says.

"What?" Impulse says.

"I mean, I'm old! I'm old, Impulse! I've met a lot of gods! Some of them I have opinions on!" Etho says.

"No, I've met yours too, they won't cause problems, yeah?" Iskall says.

"Thank goodness," Etho says.

"Sometimes I forget how old you two are," mutters Impulse. "That doesn't answer the whole... already claimed?"

"Yeah, like, it stinks off of you to me. It's like... you've got... someone's already claimed you to kill players, not mobs. And your health is all wonky. And you're keeping secrets or... kept secret? And don't even get me STARTED on how much time you have. All wrong. Who did you even find to do that to you?"

Impulse freezes.

"...the time was last season," he says, finally.

"Last season? What?" Iskall says.

"Yeah, that was--you know what, tell your gods not to worry about it," Impulse says. "I'm sure it's. Fine? Hey, wait, how can you tell?"

Iskall shakes his head like he's trying to knock something out of his ear. "They're annoying about it. Make whatever curse you're under go away while you're here or they're going to make it my problem. Mine! As though I can do anything about it. Go to the mortal world, they say. Bring your friends back here, they say. We want to meet them, they say. They're so annoying."

Etho, without skipping a beat, says: "Yeah, are those gods or the mother I saw last night?"

There's an ominous roll of thunder.

"Oh, definitely your mom," he says. There is a second, even more ominous roll of thunder happens, somehow entirely focused on Etho's location. Impulse decides to ignore it.

"I'll bother Grian about it," Impulse decides. He somewhat doubts Grian is a god--man, he really, really hopes Grian isn't a god, actually--but maybe he knows that Secret Keeper guy. That feels like the kind of guy who probably did this to them.

"Do that," Iskall says, and he wanders off to bother Stress.

Etho watches him go. "You know, maybe we should worry about the fact we're cursed because of the Life games. That seems, uh, bad," he says.

Impulse thinks about it and shrugs. "Eh, what's the worst that can happen?"

A long silence.

"Don't answer that," he tells the silence, before it can ominously thunder again. He knows the kinds of things that will lead to gods mocking him, after all.

#answered #astraheart04 #hermitcraft vault hunters #secret life smp #a bee fic #iskall85 #ethoslab #impulsesv #you have. inspired me.

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ask-the-clergy-bc · 2 years

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Hewwo it’s the Anon who asked about the many different types of Ghouls and their jobs. Or well the tech Ghoul anon. So at your leisure please do continue on about them

Always happy to talk about the nameless ghouls! <3 Hope this answers this :)

For some additional context, here is a link to some info that I already wrote down! --> [Link] Most of which has been answered, but I hope these additions give more insight! Ghouls, like the congregation, are of many talents and skills! :)

Extra Duties Given to Nameless Ghouls

~Abby Protectors: Ghouls were originally summoned to guard and serve members of the bloodline. Every Papa and heir always had a squad of ghouls around them. But ghouls are also fiercely protective of whatever abby or cathedral they are assigned. Usually every place under the Ministry will have at least one protector ghoul. Poor and smaller abbies will have a single ghoul. Cathedrals can have up to ten or twenty depending how many high ranking officials are lurking around.

You can't run a world dominating Clergy without invoking the wrath of other powers that be! So ghouls are very protective of the flock of humans they guard. Especially in the olden days, where angels and demon hunters were more likely to attack.

~Training other ghouls: Ghoul training and adjustment cannot be left to only humans. It wouldn't be right nor efficient. Ghouls already help other new summons adjust to human life. But they also have to train new ghouls for the exact jobs they have been hired for. It wouldn't make sense for a human to train a ghoul for a job that only ghouls have done. Most humans wouldn't understand how to ward off angles, tutor from Ghoulish to human tongue, nor how to solve inter element conflicts (which due happen once in a while). That, and if a new ghoul is to serve the bloodline it's not common knowledge HOW to do so so intimately. Lots of secrets to hold!

~Tech and chore ghouls: It is a fact that everyone (except the Emeritus) has chores. You can't get away from it. Even ghouls. But there are RARELY ghouls who ONLY do chores. They will always help out when other duties are finished. Tech ghouls have also popped up once or twice! Not as common, as ghouls aren't savvy or as interested in technology aside from entertainment. But ghouls assigned as Ministry assistants might pick up a few things. There are ghouls who take over Bishop computers and their emails. Others are impromptu printer fixers.

~Knowledge keeping: Because ghouls are not likely to betray the bloodline, they are more likely to be chosen to guard knowledge and artefacts. You'll like see ghouls stationed outside forbidden archives, Emeritus burial grounds, and vaults full of untold treasures. Plus, these areas tend to be seething in Hell magic. Something humans cannot withstand without proper training and magical tolerance. A walk through a hall of miasma is a breeze for a ghoul. So they are far more physically suited. Corrupting magic can also kill humans faster, but barely bother a healthy ghoul.

This is why you will see many heads of archives being ghouls. Or those who gather supplies for huge ceremonies only being ghouls.

And most importantly, Band ghouls:

The winds of magic are strongest around the bloodline when all of the elements are balanced. The band project works because of magic. So the strongest of each element are ghouls! they keep up with a Papa's strength, have the ability to bring their own power into a ritual, and most importantly; withstand an Emeritus' natural demon aura. Which during displays of power can be very overwhelming if you aren;t safe.

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shepardsherd · 3 months

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Okay so, Major Post: A Summary Of ALL my wips across The Athenverse

This is gonna get major long, so I'll continue under a read more if it gets longer than it needs to be

Universe A Terraclaw Two men, both could have changed the world. Now they're tearing it apart, just to keep those close to them, safe. Both Kings, both royalty. One the Upsurper, one the blood prince.

Nohing stands in ttheir way as kingdoms fall, whilst people try to claim justice and land for themselves. And innocents will be caught in the crossfire. Welcome to Terraclaw

Speechless

Humans have always hated Elves, and Elves have always feared Humans since the 500 year war. Until one day, when the world's are torn apart again with the death of a 16 year old girl that sets off a campaign to bring down the barrier separating their walls and reunite the two kinds once more. The people want to be heard. We won't leave them speechless.

Raising Hell

They said darkness was coming, but the Kennedy crew already knew darkness was here- in the government, in the villages, in the cities and now… in Heaven

In a bid to get to the bottom of things, Sebastian Kennedy and his boyfriend who is the literal Angel Zachariah and their friends must fight for their lives, saving their families whilst uncovering secrets and raising hell all the while.

Heaven will fall and Hell will reign. Things will never be the same

Not You (also in Universe B)

When there is love, hate will always follow. Blinding hate that will unravel someone and tear worlds apart. Jericho Owens is a time traveller who loves his wife. His wife's boss also loves her, and soon, Jericho will tear his world and a parallel universe apart, just to see the woman he loves, again.

Wildlands

Layton Manners, an autistic professor/ vault hunter of treasure, goes on a downward spiral as he tries to find his bes friend and robot he made, Churchill. How can he ever trust again? Will he ever love again?

This journey across the universe to find his friend, will take him to places he's never been and find out things he'd never have found himself. The world is wild. And so is he.

Slash and Burn

What would you do, if everything around you crashed and burned? Would you try to build again? A series of explorers from anoher plane find themselves on Clawven, a ruined plane overrun by monsters. Now is time to take it back, bring the land back to its former glory.

Secrets will be revealed, times have changed and hundreds of years have passed.

Scars Of Fate

4 adventurers - Taion, Feron, Samara and Melori are said to be descendants of some heroes of legend and they're trying to find out more about the heroes of legends whilst helping out others

Turns out, each hero of legend went missing and it just so happens that as the four travel, they find out who the heroes really are, who they themselves are and have to fight against everything they've ever known to find where they belong, set things right.

Worlds will be rocked. Things will never be the same.

Universe B Reaper's Paradise

Natsupre. The world of the Reapers and the supernatural. Its getting out of hand, people are dying, Reapers are Reaping and Gods have all but abandoned the planet... but why? Time for our Reapers to find out.

Heaven Asunder

Heaven turns out to be a planet, not the Afterlife people think it is. The Angels have abandoned their posts, Heaven is falling apart in more ways than one. The Angels have free reign over the planet but are interested in using their power to divide and conquer realms

Universe C - Genderbend world

Heaven's Fallen

Heaven is falling. The Gods aren't listening and the world is burning. Sebastiana must team up with her best friend and lover, Zariah and their friends to put an end and restore order to Heaven's corrupt ways. And the truth will leave them reeling. Secrets will come out and stories will be told. Heaven will fall. One way or another

Chaos Dawning Clementine has gone missing. Leighton is wanting to find her, because she made her after all. Clemenine is her cyborg creation. Chaos is dawning and there's only so much time left, before there is nohing left to save at all.

Imperfect Choice

Gods have all but abandoned the world because of a stupid, brash choice. Everything is falling apart and someone has to try to put it all together again. People will die. Lies will tear families apart. But they need to unite the land in hope, to cope. For a better future.

Universe D With God As My Witness

Lou Hart, a simple man who belives the supernatural exist. Everyone tells him they don't. Over the course of a few months, maybe even a year, he finds out not only do the supernatural exist, he becomes one of them. He tears apart a world to keep his best friend with him.

With God as his witness, Lou Hart will get revenge.

Chain Of Memories

In a world where people can live forever, two humans Eon and Regina find themselves wondering if they've ever met before.

God has plans for their world, the only thing standing in their way is the chain of memories that seem to find these two and leave a vicious cycle on the edge of being broken… its time for Eon and Regina to finish what they started and take back what is rightfully theirs.

Can they save themselves, their world and their friends?

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inventors-fair · 10 months

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How the Story Goes: This Week's Winners ~

Our champions this week are @curiooftheheart, @izzet-always-r-versus-u, and @squeezyboi!

@curiooftheheart — Guildpact Ascension (Maze’s End)

This may come as a shock to some people, but in my personal MTG history, Maze’s End was my first “bad” set. And I got a booster box of it with a friend in high school. So...yeesh. All the same, it’s a relief to see the culmination of the set in a major way, i.e. with a card that’s pretty awesome. Mechanically, I won’t call it ‘self-explanatory,’ but I will say that it’s pretty easy to tell what kind of deck it wants to see itself in, and that two-color goodstuff is indeed still good. I would personally word the middle ability slightly differently but your modern sensibilities are definitely stronger than mine because I was thinking of Future Sight as precedent—and they fixed the oracle text! Wow.

All the same, this card’s a pretty iron-clad representation of Jace’s grasp as the Living Guildpact. It’s a mono-blue card, yeah, but it’s how Jace interacts with Ravnica, and the best ways for him to bring the guilds together. He sees everything (ability 1), he has a magical ability to summon the guilds as he sees them (ability 2), and the bringing-together of the guilds creates that much more power in the best way Jace knows how (ability 3). So yeah! It’s pretty darn great. Someone’ll have a fun time with Niv-Mizzet Reborn Gates EDH and this.

@izzet-always-r-versus-u — From Out of Eternity (Invasion of New Phyrexia)

I’m astounded at how clean this card is. If Battles didn’t exist and there were a bunch of weird mechanics that were in its place, this would be the perfect representation of Zhalfir’s return and the battlefield’s representation of that massive incoming. Teferi who? The phasing, the explosive combat, the implications of the attack, all of it is easy to grok and easy to connect. The flavor text’s simplicity does exactly what it wants to and the name is absolutely kick-ass.

As soon as I saw this card, I knew it was a great example of how to do simplicity well. At the very least this can be played on the end step to make something unblockable, but it prevents clogged board states, it changes the way combat works if you want to declare some shenanigans then phase them, it’s a card you pick and then build around without having to force UW control, it stops boardwipes and sweepers—and it requires you to have the army in order to really pull it out, and that’s something this card makes the player want to do. It’s just so easy without being overpowered or convoluted. It’s Zhalfirin and climactic in a way that MOM wishes it could’ve been.

@squeezyboi — Attack of the Mage Hunters // Professor’s Protection (Mage Hunter’s Onslaught)

I looked at my notes, then at this card, then back at my notes, and then here again, and I found myself realizing that yes indeed, this is exactly the kind of assignment I was thinking of. You took a story moment, moved it out of time, and used a future mechanic to that moment to retell it from the opposite perspective. Like, what more can one ask for? Battles aren’t quite supported on MSE, I don’t think, hence the lack of a mockup (sorry!) but all the same, I find myself hard-pressed to find criticism aside from the fact that the text might be kinda cramped.

I really like the anti-wizard sweep as well as the cool anti-Mage Hunter’s Onslaught that happens on the flip side. That professorial quote almost makes Lorehold cool again! ... I kid, Quintorius does that already. He’s a nice lad. Casting spells to weaken the siege feels awesome, and getting to a point where you’re overwhelming the board is pretty awesome. Exiling to get spirits without having to worry about getting burned out? Heck yeah. Spoils of the Vault is too far a combo for the flipside to matter too much and nobody’s going to Thoracle that, anyway. If they’re not playing burn, you get to just make your army, after having swept them away, and then the school is safe once more. Fantastic job bringing this out of the woodwork. Quite unexpected.

Woo! Runners-up and commentary to follow. —@abelzumi

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handsome-jacks-left-eye · 5 months

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Alright let's talk secret bosses. Every games got em, and Borderlands is no exception. So, want to fight these elusive bosses? Then buckle up, cause I'm gonna tell you how to find them. I'll be separating each games bosses into their own seperate posts.

Let's start with Borderlands: The Pre Sequel. Pre Sequel has two secret bosses for you to find, both proving tricky to get. The first boss is Iwajira, a giant Kraggon located in Serenitys Waste. Iwajira is located in a hidden cave, located in the video I've included by Joltzdude139.

Iwajira spawns in at a minimum level of 30, and level 52 on TVHM, so I'd advise not going after him until you've beaten the main story, gotten some good loot, and are at or above his level. Iwajira has only three attacks, all of which can be devastating, on top of all the other little kraggons that can be spawned in.

Iwajira will attack in a pattern. The first attack being three giant corrosive rocks that explode shortly after landing. Did I mention he's corrosive? Don't bother bringing any corrosive weapons to this fight. He'll eat them up like skag on a stick. These rocks have a chance to spawn in smaller kraggons. Annoying, but easily taken care of, as long as you don't let too many spawn in.

The second attack is an extremely accurate corrosive laser beam that does devastating damage, and will eat through health and shields like nobodies business. It *is* avoidable, mind you, you I hope you've practiced your quick step.

Iwajira will swap back and forth between these attacks until you send him to the great vault in the sky. Oh, and be sure not to get too close to him, else his tail will send you flying.

The trouble of killing him is made worth it, however, as he has a chance to drop a skin for each class, a buttload of moonstones, the unique blue text weapon "Hail", and an increased chance at dropping the legendary rocket launcher, "Thingy".

So you killed Godzilla, did you? Sorry, Iwajira. Well, you remember Nel? The guy you called a dick? Think he hasn't been put in his place hard enough? Well, you're in luck, because you can stick that middle finger right back in his face.

That's right. Good ol' Nel is the second secret boss. Return to Regolith Range and make your way to Moon Zoomy Run to get started. To get Nel pissed enough to challenge a badass vault hunters like yourself, you're gonna have to call him a dick, and spell it out for him. Literally. Scattered on the rooftops are two signs you have to pick up. One marked "D" and one marked "K". You'll then slap them on the IC 57 building, and bam. Nels coming for ya. I've included a video by Ki11er Six on how to get these and trigger him.

Nel is a pretty straight forward fight, and he acts just like any other scav. Before you can fight him though, he'll call in for backup. Eliminate his friends to further piss him off, and he'll start shooting. Nel and his buddies spawn in at level 29, level 50 on TVHM, so make sure you're well and prepared before taking him on. He's pretty resistant to fire, so I wouldn't bother too much with that. His buddies, however, aren't. Nel has a good chance to drop the "Skullmasher" sniper rifle too, so if you're into poppin heads, it may be worth farming him for.

And there you have it. Now you've kicked the asses of two secret bosses, and have some new legendary gear to show it off with. Sure this information is only 9 years old, but hey. I feel like talking about it, and you possibly feel like reading it.

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