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#merpenn my beloved#pzpth#penn zero part time hero#I really like the dino from The Old Old West#WHY DO I LOVE THE MERPEOPLE SO MUCH#flurgle penn#art#doodles
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HeliosR - Fight out vivid colors! - Chapter 1
Translation of chapter 1 of the event ‘Fight out vivid colors!’ from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.
Helios Staff: ---That concludes this meeting.
Keith: Haaah……
Keith: (How many times have I gone to meetings in Brad’s place… Sheesh, he sure has the nerve to work people to the bone….)
Keith: (Now I gotta gather all the documents, submit them….. Sigh, such a pain…..)
Keith: (Gah, crap…! Gotta also make them cookies for the kids space I’m goin’ to tomorrow…)
Keith: (Damnit, ain’t even got time for a single smoke…!)
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Keith: (S’finally over… Aah~ so exhausted….)
Keith: (Time to run back home and have a---)
Brad: Keith
Keith: Geh, Brad…. Whatcha want, them papers are submitted if it’s ‘bout that
Brad: Yes, I’ve finished checking them. I’m leaving the next meeting up to you too.
Keith: Hahn? Just for how long are ya gon’ make me do this
Brad: I’m busy with preparations for the Rookies League for the time being.
Keith: Things are busy here too. Gotta make cookies, look after buncha kids…….
Keith: Sweets are more delicate than regular food, s’for real a pain in the ass……
Brad: I’ve heard of that. How these allergen free cookies are popular with parental guardians as well, to the point they ended up being distributed regularly. “Old man Keith’s cookies” was it
Keith: Geh…. Ain’t a fan of that naming sense
Brad: It’s also been reported that the children have become quite attached too.
Keith: ‘Cuz these guys always whine to play and play with ‘em when I hand out cookies…
Keith: Anyways, haven’t I been working too much lately? I ain’t that kinda character. Pity me a lil’ more here
Brad: You’re doing fairly well considering it’s you. Keep up the good work, I’d say.
Keith & Brad: ………….
Keith: That’s all or what! No consideration for decreasing my workload or anything!?
Brad: It’s difficult now. Besides, I wouldn’t be asking you if I could take care of it myself.
Keith: Sigh….. Expecting anything from a stupid workaholic made me look stupid.
Keith: Can I leave already? My only enjoyment lately s’been having a cold one after being parched to the point of drying up
Brad: Wait. I stopped you because I need to tell you something. It’s about the street fair in Yellow West…
Keith: Street fair? Aaah~ s’that time of the year already, huh
Brad: A request came in for heroes to participate in the big event downtown.
Keith: Huh? Yer kidding me…..
Brad: Due to the Rookies League I will not force you to, however do discuss with your team whether you’ll participate or not.
Keith: Ain’t no need to discuss that. My team’s---
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Dino: We’ll end today’s patrol here! Good job you two.
Junior: You too, Dino
Faith: Did Keith go on ahead?
Dino: Yeah. I think around this time, he should be at a meeting Brad asked him to attend
Dino: He’s been really going for it lately. He’s for sure working more than he did before. I’ll have to follow his example.
Junior: You’re naive, Dino. It’s Keith we’re talking about, maybe he dipped ‘cuz it was too much of a bother
Faith: Aha, probably
Dino: C’mon, he wouldn’t go that far no matter how…..
Dino: Huh? It’s kind of crowded? Is there some kind of event?
Faith: Isn’t it prep for the street fair?
Dino: Oh right, now’s the season for these events in Yellow West
Junior: This year’s highlight is without a doubt the real event of Splashy Colors!
Dino: Splashy Colors?
Junior: A game that’s popular lately. Shooting game where you compete against others by splashing ink.
Dino: Aah, I’ve heard of that! So with real event, you mean that we can get a first hand experience of the game in real life?
Faith: Yep. It seems they’re going all-out with it. Like, the ink is some peculiar creation from the research department that’ll be used.
Faith: In order to represent the game’s setting, they’ve gone as far as to also make gadgets and items too
Dino: Waah, sounds super fun!
Junior: What’s this now, you shitty DJ. Ain’tcha going in full detail now. You a fan of it? Of Splashy Colors.
Faith: Nah. I actually ran into Yellow West’s mayor earlier. Heard how he actually sent in a request for us heroes to participate in the event.
Dino: Eh, really? That’s exciting♪
Junior: Seriously! Hell yeah!
Junior: Obviously we’re gonna join, yeah? Yeah?
Dino: Yeah. We’ll ask Keith too and get everyone on board!
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Dino: ---Which means, shouldn’t we go for it and join the street fair event?
Keith: Aah~ About that
Dino: Ah, did they tell you about it already? Junior and Faith are hyped up about it too, we should all enter and we’ll definitely have f---
Keith: I declined
Dino: ………Eh?
Faith & Junior: Huh….?
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20 questions for fic writers
I was tagged by my other buttcheek @elialys. I'm tagging: @ladycallie @nico-demons @lizann5869 @tenroseforeverandever @thirdeyeblue No obligation to complete this of course, only if you want to! I'm terrible at tagging, so anyone can do this really 😅
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
Sixteen. Yes I am still a noob especially writing for a very old fandom.
2. What's your total A03 word count?
322,793 words
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Doctor Who (9)
Horizon Forbidden West (5)
Mass Effect (1)
The Last of Us (1)
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
The Space Between the Stars-- Aloy/Seyka, HFW
When the Chaos Calls Me Out--Thirteen/Rose --Doctor Who
Causal Nexus--Ten/Rose--Doctor Who
The Dream of Atlas--Tentoo/Rose-- Doctor Who
Quasar-- Femshep/Liara-- Mass Effect
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Almost always unless something happens in my life that takes me away from ao3 for awhile. I love connecting with readers, it's the best part of fandom and I have met some of my best friends this way.
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
There's two and it is up for debate.
The first is Quasar-- Mass Effect. It ends with Shepard taking that breath after the destroy ending
The other is Walking in the Airless Dark- TLOU, a 900 word oneshot about Bill and Frank's last moments, in Bill's POV, remembering their beautiful life together. I cried writing it. Whoops.😂
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
For Doctor Who, probably When the Chaos Calls Me Out. It was very angsty for most of it and the ending is tooth rotting fluff with Rose rejoining Thirteen in the TARDIS after a very satisfying cameo from someone...COUGH...while still able to connect with her family in Pete's World
For Horizon, since my enormous wip is far from being done, it would be Orpheus, a short fic with five relatively short chapters where Aloy stays for one more night, and she and Seyka spend it hunting down the dinosaur figurines so that they can play Dino Digits...although they lose interest in the dinosaurs progressively through the fic.😏
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Sometimes. I remind people I do this in my free time as a hobby so nothing is going to be perfect.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I do. I like to say the 'E' in my E rated stories stands for "Emotional Smut" 🤣 so my smut is very hot but also vanilla, heavily focused on feelings.
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
Nope but I want to write a Horizon/Doctor Who one
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not really but I have seen a few instances of people using specific things I came up with, that apparently became their headcanon. I don't mind that.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not that I know of
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No but I would like to maybe, if it was with someone whose style aligns with mine
14. What's your all-time favourite ship?
It has been Doctor/Rose for years.........buuuuuuut it's been bumped by Aloy/Seyka, but only slightly. I love my girls, they're so gorgeous together.
15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
The Dream of Atlas. It was my first fanfic, so my style was a bit all over the place and I didn't really know what I was doing.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Probably a combination of imagery and feelings? I think?
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
DIALOGUE. It takes forever!!
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I've already done it!
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Doctor Who
20. Favourite fic you've ever written?
My current WIP and obsession, "The Space Between the Stars" closely followed by "When the Chaos Calls Me Out." I am very proud of both of them and constantly surprise myself when reading it later like "Oh hey I wrote that! That's not bad..."
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Powder Ganger Camps Ranked from My Least to Most Favourite
Yeah, I'm ranking Powder Ganger Camps today, the ones labelled as 'Powder Ganger Camp [Direction]', not gonna include any old place Powder Gangers are.
There's no real point to this, it's just a bit of fun, y'know? If you have strong opinions for or against the rankings, share ya own rankings because this is such a weird little subject I'm sure it'd be fun to talk about.
4th: Powder Ganger Camp East
It kinda pains me to put this one at the bottom, but I have to be honest with myself. I love this camp in concept, a Powder Charger Field protecting a small fortified position. Everything in the camp including the ammo boxes, Healing Powder, Med-X and RadAway are unowned. So you can steal their stuff, however they tended to turn hostile to my presence in the camp while getting images, so I had to put on a Disguise*. It's also the only camp with no Powder Ganger Note. This camp feels like it only exists to complete the directions.
*No Gangers were harmed in the making of this list, I got the disguise off the body at Ringo's Caravan.
3rd: Powder Ganger Camp South
This camp is deceptivly well guarded, having Powder Charges both in the obvious entries of the sides, but also some on the approach to the roof behind it. There is the odd fact of them keeping a Radioactive Barrel next to their beds (with a Med-X on it). It features a Note, but, sadly, the Note isn't unique, being identical to the one at Powder Ganger Camp North.
2nd: Powder Ganger Camp North
The only Powder Ganger Camp that's connected to a mission. As you'll probably know this is where the Chavez Powder Gang operates. It's kind of funny when you realise their viewing platform can literally see NCRCF, Chavez really wasn't scared of Eddie at all. Who knows maybe Chavez took the 'FIGHT APATHY or don't...' graffiti to heart (or did it himself). This is the only Power Ganger Camp without Powder Charges, the Note is same as the South Note. There's a Lad's Life and Dino Toy (one of the first you can find), so that's nice. I rank this so high because this is the Camp that has further context, it's own unique and identified Powder Gang, even.
1st: Powder Ganger Camp West
How could I not put Powder Ganger Camp West at the top? I mean, this is the standard introduction to Powder Ganger Camps (and Powder Charges) due to it's position between Goodsprings and Primm. It's got a unique note. It's the most iconic Powder Ganger Camp in the game as far as I'm concerned.
So, Powder Ganger Camp West gets the Delafiseaseses Top Powder Ganger Camp Award. I'm sure the Gangers that call this Camp home would be very happy with that... or maybe just ask if I'm eyeballing them. Hahahaa.
#powder gangers#powder ganger camps#powder ganger camp west#powder ganger camp east#powder ganger camp south#powder ganger camp north#NCRCF#(mentioned and seen)#powder charges#fallout#fallout new vegas#chavez
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2023 in Movies, My Autumn/Winter Top Ten Runners-Up Rundown
20. FERRARI – returning after almost eight years in the cinematic wilderness (outside of producing credits and ushering in TV like Tokyo Vice, anyway), director Michael Mann definitely seems to be back with a bang with this opulent, intense and emotionally charged biopic telling the story of automotive pioneer Enzo Ferrari’s 1957 battle to claw his company out of the looming pit of bankruptcy while beset by the crippling recent loss of his son Dino and his tempestuous relationship with his wife and business partner Laura (Penelope Cruz).
19. SAW X – after years of wallowing in the frustrating mires of diminishing levels of quality, Leigh Whannel’s twisted but sometimes downright BRILLIANT slasher horror franchise has FINALLY got itself back on track with this intriguing (sort of) prequel directed by long-serving series alumnus Kevin Greutert, which see the socially-conscious serial killer with a very specific CAUSE, master trap engineer John Kramer (the always awesome Tobin Bell), go off proper biblical on a gang of con artists who have NO IDEA who they just tried to take advantage of while he struggles with his encroaching terminal cancer …
18. THE HOLDOVERS – despite trying to play itself off as an old school throwback, Sideways director Alexander Payne’s latest top-notch comedy drama feels wonderfully fresh and DEFINITELY relevant, especially since I was finally able to check it out in the middle of the Festive period of 2023. Paul Giamatti delivers a career best turn as Paul Hunham, a curmudgeonly classics teacher at an elite boarding Academy in the 1970s who ends up the designated staff member overseeing the handful of misanthropic teenage students who find themselves trapped on campus over the Christmas break with nowhere to go.
17. WISH – so, does this do a good enough job of marking 100 years of Disney animated features? I dunno … but it IS a fun movie all the same, a typically spellbinding piece of work from a studio who’ve long since proved they can pull off this kind of movie-making in their sleep. A big part of the charm in this musical fantasy adventure is Ariana DeBose (West Side Story, Schmigadoon!) as wilful, imaginative peasant girl Asha and her complicated struggle with Chris Pine as King Magnifico, the powerful wizard who wants to exploit the magical sentient star she just wished upon for his own nefarious ends …
16. NAPOLEON – Ridley Scott’s long awaited return to epic historical cinema may not be QUITE the comeback masterpiece we’ve been hoping for, but there’s no denying this is still a very impressive piece of work and a MASSIVE filmmaking achievement in an artform which is in imminent danger of dying out in the current market. Joaquin Phoenix clearly really relished his opportunity to reteam with Scott after Gladiator, letting rip with gusto as the complicated French general and tyrant whose story is told here less through the course of his many impressive but bloody victories than his tumultuous relationship with his beloved Empress Josephine (Vanessa Kirby).
15. MY ANIMAL – sneaking in under the radar to capture my attention entirely by chance, this enjoyably offbeat, erotically charged coming-of-age werewolf horror indie from debuting director Jacqueline Castel tells an intriguingly POTENT tale of dangerous forbidden passions and burgeoning sexual self-discovery as teenage Canadian lycanthrope Heather (I Love Dick’s Bobbi Salvor Menuez) falls desperately in love with Johny (The Hunger Games and The Hate U Give’s Amandla Stenberg), a new arrival in her snowbound early 80s mountain town.
14. SITTING IN BARS WITH CAKE – another one which largely snuck in under the radar, this time onto Amazon Prime, an irrepressibly adorable romantic comedy drama from director Trish Sie (Pitch Perfect 3) which largely avoids the usual pitfalls that tend to turn me off about these kinds of movies by instead ultimately being about the unstoppable power of FRIENDSHIP as cripplingly shy LA girl Jane (The Sun Is Also a Star’s Yara Shahidi) uses freshly baked cakes as an ice breaker at the urging of her extroverted best friend Corinne (Hellraiser 2022’s Odessa A'zion) as a means to boost her self-confidence.
13. SUZUME – once again Disney gets eclipsed by an anime, it would seem … yeah, the latest offering from whimsical master writer-director Makoto Shinkai (Your Name, Weathering With You) is another absolute WINNER, following the misadventures of Kyushu highschooler Iwato Suzume as she accidentally unleashes an ancient, potentially massive destructive force intent on opening hidden dimensional doors all over Japan which would spell immense cataclysmic chaos if she doesn’t find a way to stop it.
12. REBEL MOON, PART ONE: A CHILD OF FIRE – okay, so here we go … yeah, this is gonna be a TRICKY one, since I KNOW that we’re only really getting HALF the movie here, with the as yet unreleased Director’s Cut of the first part of Zack Snyder’s epic sci-fi extravaganza for Netflix promising to be the much more complete package, and I can definitely see how that could to be a potential MASTERPIECE. So while this is notable for the fact that this will probably be the very first movie to place in TWO YEARS of my rundowns, this is ultimately just a placeholder. But it definitely deserved it, so I couldn’t NOT. Please don’t AT ME, guys, this should hopefully all get cleared up in 2024 …
11. KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON – while Martin Scorsese’s latest super-long epic historical biopic just isn’t the undeniable stone-cold MASTERPIECE that 2019’s The Irishman was, this adaptation of David Grann’s potent novel retelling the dark and bloody tale of the Osage Indian Murders is still a proper belter from one of the greatest filmmakers around. Leonardo Dicaprio plays things a lot darker than usual as Ernest Burkhart, the money-grubbing husband out to exploit the fortune of his unwitting Native American wife Mollie (Certain Women’s Lily Gladstone, a revelation here) at the behest of his monstrous crime boss uncle William King Hale (Robert De Niro).
#2023 in movies#ferrari#ferrari movie#saw x#the holdovers#wish#disney wish#napoleon#napoleon movie#my animal#my animal movie#sitting in bars with cake#suzume#suzume movie#rebel moon part one a child of fire#killers of the flower moon
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On Saturday I continued my journey into the vats frontier, arriving at the scenic Picture Canyon in the Comanche National Grasslands, so named for its still existing painted walls from native inhabitance. Located close to the meeting point of the CO, NM, and OK borders, this was a gem of a site to explore, if you’ve never experienced such places before.
I spent the night in the parking area, sleeping through most of the day after my long excursion last night. There was very little cell service in this area, I only managed to get some at the tops of the canyons. I wandered the paths somewhat aimlessly, not knowing where to go, but trying to find existing landmarks via what little map I had. The first place I ended up was a beautiful apparent cave dwelling in one of the cliffs. If you’ve ever played Far Cry primal, it really felt like the player’s home there. A massive, gaping hole opening toa a beautiful expanse of wilderness. I almost wanted to move in.
There were a few paintings near here, though poorly preserved, as well as more pioneer names. Exploring further led me to more small paintings and carvings, as i eventually made my way back down into the canyon and set my sights on a distant spring marked on a hiking map. I hiked for hours, along trails, scrambling up canyons, and across plains, eventually stumbling upon a small old stone house.
I have no information at all about this thing, and the door was locked, though I peeked in through a window. Completely bare inside. Just beyond that was the spring, which after the long journey was really unremarkable, only a small pipe jutting out of a recess in the cliff. Though it was clearly still well used, as I spotted several different wildlife in the vicinity. There were more names etched into the back of the recess. At this point, the sun was rapidly setting, and I had an equally long walk back. I had to make my way back to my car by phone flashlight, following the mostly unmarked trails on the hiking map with very little or no signal. They took me back across canyons, over and down smooth sandstone spillways and I luckily managed to make it to safety without any trouble.
Along the way, I enjoyed the beautiful scenery, composed of thick layers of sandstone naturally dyed in shades from almost black to a light pink. I collected a sample of rock from each color for my collection. Though darkness had fallen, I had one more stop planned. A very out of the way set of dinosaur tracks just over the Oklahoma border. Having never travelled to this area before, my heart definitely wanted to just keep going west to see what amazing adventures awaited, but I knew I had to keep the ship on course if I was ever to make it back home in time for future plans. This was another spot with no facilities, just a small parking area and a short walk down to the footprints. The site had once been a small tourist attraction, but was now completely abandoned. I spent some clearing out dried mud and dust from the dino prints, as there was some speculation to their authenticity, though I found them thoroughly embedded in some quite hard rock, and no signs of tool marks or other human involvement. It is strange that something like a footprint could survive so long on a constantly changing Earth but it must just be some crazy quirk of geology. If you're interested in getting up close to fossils and relics of the dinosaur age though, there's much better opportunities west of the Rockies. Anyway, here’s a bunch of cows blocking some dirt road I found myself on.
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So tonight… on a sticky, sweaty wednesday in the heart of the summer; a crescent moon rises over the midwest and fireflies flicker in the brush along the creek. I celebrate/mourn Vin Scully by reaching over and clicking my radio on. Familiar sounds crackle through the airwaves and I’m transported to the west coast. Palm trees & ocean air (the marine layer kind that kills Belli bombs on the warning track every night) and a roar from Chavez ravine that gets louder till the cool of early Fall & October. • I think about Vinnie and the passing of time. About my grandpa listening on a transistor radio, about me listening in the passenger seat with my dad on late night drives across the high desert. I feel the way summer slips into fall, the way that playoff hopes can crystallize like frost, and the way that there’s never really any good way to say goodbye. All those mundane stories are important. Every at-bat counts. Sometimes… you play your whole life… Just to play your whole life. • I will certainly miss Vinnie (as I have these last six years) as I miss the players I grew up with (Piazza, Karros, Mondesi, Nomo, Chan Ho Park, Chad Fonville, Ramon Martinez, Tim Wallach, Eric Gagne, Juan Pierre, Shawn Green, Puig, Jansen, etc…) but somehow, baseball is always there. I may forget for nights, sometimes weeks at a time, but when I flick that transistor on… it all sounds the same. A late night transcript from the west coast. A warmth & a background comfort. Something to drift off on the couch to. Somewhere Vinnie is making the mundane feel magical. Telling a story about a backup second baseman, a groundskeeper, and how their mothers met a pro scout at a yard sale in San Bernadino! The roar of Chavez jolts us back to the sixth inning. A smooth 22 year old prospect, hustling between second & third, forever in slo-mo; Dino Ebel waving the tying run home. A mundane moment frozen in time. The magic of baseball. The magic of summer. The magic of the passing of time. One day ends & another begins. A chance to atone for last night’s 0-4. All summer long. • I still hear you Vin. Every time I turn on the radio. Thank you for giving me a true life love. I’ll always remember. (at Shady Brook Camping & RV Adventures, LLC) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg00B5SsimW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Hi!
For the dino ask game, Dinonychus, Stegosaurus, Apatasaurus, and T-Rex please!!
(I love the idea of a dino-theme asked game, and this is really fun, since my sister and I were really into dinosaurs as kids, so I actually recognize all the names on that list, asjdakj)
~Morri🗡 (@memento-morri-writes)
Hi Morri, thank you so much for the ask!!! (that's so sweet, aww, it's so much fun to see something and be like hey! i know that!)
Deinonychus - share a scene with banter (from Stars and Ships)
“So, how’d you do it?” the mechanic looked up through his curls and grinned. “Get out of your cell, get transport? Do you have a ship stashed somewhere?”
“No,” Quin said slowly, again wondering what his brother was doing. “We’re going to get ourselves a ship.”
His foot made a dismayed whirring noise. “That sounds like a trashed plan,” the mechanic said matter of factly. “What, are you going to steal a warden’s ship or something?” Quin’s silence said enough; the mechanic looked up as sharp as the split wires he was holding. “You are. You’re insane, handsome.”
“What did you just call me?”
The mechanic grinned crookedly. “You’re the prince in this scenario, aren’t you? Breaking me out of my imprisonment and whisking me to safety? Haven’t you read any old fairytales?”
Quin snorted. “No. And don’t call me that.”
“Okay, your highness.”
Already answered Stegosaurus here
Apatosaurus - share some of your favorite dialogue (this is a hard one, whew! I guess I'll share the butt contest conversation from The Invisible Girl🤦♂️😊)
“So, either we finish this whole thing tonight, or we stop the train,” Fynn said.
Velia switched to staring at Fynn, wondering if she’d heard him correctly. Maybe the whistle had blown again, and Fynn had sneezed at the same time, and she’d only thought she heard him correctly.
“It can be done,” he went on calmly, probably sensing the general confusion. “Pulling a brake is one thing. Stalling by blocking more coal is another. Damaging equipment—”
“Hold it!” Lewis bellowed. “No one is damaging my train! I don’t care how many times Antonio West and his million dollar rear end nearly bites it, we are not touching a single nail or bolt on my train.”
Antono craned his neck and peered down over his shoulder.
“It’s nothing that special,” Lewis said witheringly. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
“You’re the one who said it was a million dollars,” Antonio retorted, stung. “Was that a lie, then?”
T-rex - share a scene that you’re really proud of (Just wrote this yesterday, very excited about it 😌)
He wasn’t aware he was breathing heavily until he felt the mechanic grab his ankle. Flinching, Quin tried to turn around, banged his head on an exposed pipe, and barely managed to bite back a curse.
“Are you alright? What’s going on?”
“Fine,” Quin got out. He was fine. His leg wasn’t hurting too bad, they were moving at a steady pace; he was fine. The mechanic squeezed his ankle and Quin couldn’t help but shudder. “Please stop.”
The hand was removed immediately. “Oh. Are you…afraid of small spaces?”
Quin gulped in air. “No. I don’t think so. I don’t know.”
“You’re a pilot, right?” the mechanic said as they ducked under an electrical cord. “Tell me about flying.”
They reached another stopping point. Quin replaced the [cramped tunnel] with the dark sky in his head. He told the mechanic about the stars, the way they bled and blurred at high speeds, the shaking of the ship under his hands, the way he could tell her every mood based on the cadence of the engine. He talked about the effortlessness of zero gravity, the way everything was at his fingertips with the small touch of a lever.
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•Empty Spot•
✨Pairing✨: trucker!Ari LevinsonxBlack Reader
Summary🪄: Nightmares feel 10x worse when you’re by yourself
⚠️: mention of nightmares, work stress, pretty much all fluff
A/N🎙: Hi guys👋🏾! This is a bit self indulgent, but I hope you like it!
You’d think you were actually running how your heart raced against the mattress as your eyes opened to the dark bedroom. Automatically, you reach out expecting to meet the hard body you’re so used to being beside you, but instead all you feel are cold sheets making you frown. Of all the times Ari had to be on the road, these were the ones you hated the most.
When all you wanted was to be held, needing to be reminded how, “It’s just a dream sweetheart. You’re safe with me,” in that deep, soothing voice only he could provide. And although Dino was an equally adorable snuggle partner, you didn’t want to disturb the 11-month old German shepherd pup lightly snoring in his bed by the door.
“At least one of us is getting sleep,” you spoke to yourself. Sitting against the headboard, you finally notice the uncomfortable stick of Ari’s shirt against your chest and back due to your sweat as you wonder what to watch to ease your mind of the mysterious stranger chasing you through a random park. Truthfully you didn’t want to sleep anymore, slightly afraid of finishing said nightmare and giving your subconscious hunter another chance at capturing his prey. You were tired though having arrived home shortly after midnight and apparently only getting three hours of sleep so far with your phone reading 3:10 am.
“Maybe Ari’s still up?,” you wondered as your thumb hovered over his number. Your favorite picture of him from your first Christmas together goofily smiling at you through the screen. His deliveries spanned the west coast this time, meaning it was only a little after 12 for him. Although you didn’t like it, Ari preferred driving late at times since hardly anyone would be on the road. He’d then have an early jump on the next stop and able to rest a bit more after his delivery rather than having to immediately jump back on the interstate.
It rings four times before you hear shuffling and Ari’s groggy voice break through the silence filling you with even more want and slight guilt.
“Oh I’m sorry. I uh didn’t mean to wake you.”
“No don’t apologize,” he yawns. From his little moan you can tell he was stretching too. “What’s wrong?”
“I-It’s nothing. You should sleep it’s late.”
“And so should you, so tell me what’s got you up gorgeous?”
“…bad dream,” you whisper toying with the hem of his grey Celtics shirt. You should probably change, but that could wait until the morning when you’d shower.
“Aww I’m sorry. You wanna tell me what happened?”
“This random guy was chasing me around a park. I know it’s just a dream though and I should get over it. Be strong and all that.”
“Well as we both know, dreams can feel very real though so it’s okay to need a moment. Anything else goin’ on?” Like the attentive husband he is, Ari knew you mainly had nightmares when something was bothering you.
The last one being around the time he had to go back on the road for weeks at a time again.
“Work hasn’t really been the best,” you admit.
“Nobody’s botherin you are they? Because I’ll be back next week-,”
“No papa bear relax,” you giggle. “Just me wanting to be perfect and do well.”
“And I’m sure you are. I don’t even have to be there to know that,” he softly chuckles. “As far as being perfect goes, you know you’re perfect to me.” You can practically hear his child like smile through the phone instantly making your lips curl into one of your own.
“Glad I could get ya smiling again.”
“How’d you know?,” you shyly ask returning your head to the mounds of pillows behind you.
“The cameras. Little did you know I’ve been watching this entire time.”
“Mhm sure,” you laugh, resting the phone on the pillow next to you. Soon it’s quiet again, but comfortably so knowing your husband is there even if only audibly. “Thanks for getting my mind off things.”
“Of course. Remember all you can do, and all anyone asks of you, is your best. I know that’s what you give every day you step in that office and I’m proud of you for it,” he smiles nearly bringing tears to your eyes from his words.
“I love you.”
“I love you too sweetheart, now get some rest you gotta be up early tomorrow. Unless you’re still not sleepy which I definitely have some ideas to help with,” he smirks as you roll your eyes.
Such the Romeo this man.
“I-Is it too much to ask for you to stay with me? If you’re really tired I get it, but I just wanna hear your voice a little longer.” Now was his turn to get comfortable—as much as he could in the 18-wheeler cab that is. Arm behind his head lying on his pillow, his other lies on his stomach after placing his phone on his chest as he softly smiled.
“Never. I’m here as long as you need me.”
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HeliosR - Fight out vivid colors! - Chapter 9
Translation of chapter 9 of the event ‘Fight out vivid colors!’ from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.
Dino: Fuh, Kinda got the hang of it one way or another
Faith: This does feel different than target practice as you’d expect. Getting used to moving around while holding your weapon isn’t easy
Junior: Heheheh, that’s where I shine!
Faith: Aha, the same way when it comes to lack of accuracy.
Junior: If I practice that more…!
Junior: …..
Faith: What’s wrong? Ochibi-chan
Junior: No… It’s just…..
Junior: It’s kinda, it doesn’t feel fair if we’re the only ones training….
Faith: …..Worrying about Keith?
Junior: Yeah….
Dino: I can’t tell if it will even us out as far as it goes, but I did send a video of the game to him.
Junior: Eh!?
Dino: It won’t be a match if he doesn’t know the rules at the very least. I don’t know if he did properly watch it though.
Junior: I see…. Dino’s worried too after all
Dino: ….Well, you know
Faith: Okay, let’s resume our practice. C’mon, Ochibi-chan
Junior: Pyagh….!?
Faith: Aha, sorry. Did I catch you too off guard?
Junior: FUCK!! You got guts to aim for the face, shitty DJ! Don’t you run away damnit!!
Dino: Ahaha
Dino: ……..
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Keith: You lil' rascals~ Here’s yer cookies~
Children: Yaaay!! Thanks, old man Keith!
Keith: Sigh….. They’re plain ol’ cookies but ya guys sure love ‘em
Little boy: ‘Cuz they’re yummy!
Little girl: Yeah! I loooove old man Keith’s cookies!
Keith: …..Really now
Little boy: Hey old man Keith. I’ve heard that heroes will be joining Yellow West’s street fair, will you be there too?
Little girl: They’ll be playing Splashy Colors right? I’ll go cheer you on if you’re there, old man Keith!
Keith: Geh… Nah, I won’t be going. I’m busy with work here
Little boy: Eeeh~ really~?
Little girl: That sucks…
Keith: Haaah….
Keith: (Splashy Colors getting brought up even when I’m with them kids, eh)
Keith: (Dunno what’s so good… Even with watching the vid Dino sent, I still don’t get it at all.)
Little boy: Huh? Old man Keith, is that a video of Splashy Colors?
Keith: O-oi, don’tcha just go peeping now
Little girl: I know this video! It’s the one where B&G played together. The other team’s pretty strong too
Keith: Oooh, ya know yer stuff. Everything’s flashing before my eyes, ain’t got a single clue what’s going on in there
Little boy: Old man Keith’s sounds just like my papa
Keith: Guh…….
Little girl: We’ll teach you! You see, this is---
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Man, did I have some dreams last night. I’ll try to remember them to the best of my abilities, but these will be short.
The first one was I had to kill Slappy from Goosebumps. And not the prissy lookin Slappy kids have nowadays, I’m talkin old school
But ooooooohhhhhh man, was I born ready to kill that lil sucker. I smashed him like they did in the show and killed him (for now, at least, he always comes back). But when I was putting the pieces in a bag I was like
Rot in hell little guy 👋🏻
Anyways, the other two had appearances of Pedro in it so I thought y’all might be interested in those. He keeps popping up in my dreams but I hardly remember them, or they’re incredibly boring.
The first one unfortunately I don’t remember a whole lot about. I knew there was some evil power playing games with me and causing havoc on like houses and such. However it was Oberyn Martell in this one. He either took a special fighting sword away from me to use it himself or he gave it to the evil powers bc he felt like he had no other choice. Either way, I was really hurt by his actions bc I thought he loved me 🥺🥺🥺 So, screw you too Oberyn
The second Pedro dream was a lot weirder and had the most scary vibe. If I wasn’t watching this dream from a 3rd person perspective, I would be mortified. So Pedro (but like a more serious Pedro??? like he’s playing a part in a movie) won these free passes to these simulation experiences. These simulations were mad creepy y’all. Bad vibes all around. He would go through these elevators (not doors mind u) through never ending hallways (think Beetlejuice long hallways but more fluorescent lighting). Even Pedro knew something was up . He went through one but it was an office full of business green alien men giving him death glares from their desks. Needless to say, he didn’t stick around for that room. He went through a different one and it was Wild West themed. He was like “ehhhhh I’ll bite. Sounds like a lil fun.” But when he was playing all these games in the Wild West simulation and winning tickets, this woman (who is a part of the simulation)told him she’s been trying to win these games to get enough tickets to get the hell out of dodge because the sheriff likes to beat her. She’s almost got enough tickets to leave but she can’t get a ticket if he keeps winning. And so, our ever kind Pedro decided to help her and give her his tickets when he wins the games. He said he’d leave with her so she could have some back-up. Also, why would he stick around when they’re abusive? Eventually the town caught on to their plot and got angry, but I don’t know if they made it. Odds were in their favorite tho, so I wouldn’t worry about them 👍🏻
And that’s about it…..oh yeah I also dreamt about living gummy dinos ok byyyeeeeeeee
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Christmas Eve (stuck) in the Lab
Chapters 1-7/10ish
Summary: Dr. John Smith and Rose Tyler both work at the Natural History Museum in London, he as a scientist in the labs, and she as a salesgirl in the gift shop. They are only friends, but the upcoming staff Christmas party promises developments they’ve both been longing for. But John and Rose end up stuck with Martha, Donna and Jack in the laboratory, and shenanigans ensue: decontamination showers, cocktails in beakers, a game of truth-or-dare and a Secret Santa rigged by meddling friends.
Tags: mutual pining, friends to lovers, fluff with light angst, found family
Rating: Teen (for now)
@doctorroseprompts
Many thanks to the lovely and generous @onthedriftinthetardis for the beta.
Ao3
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Prologue - May
Rose got off the bus in South Kensington and nearly ran into a passerby.
“Rose?”
“Shareen?” She barely recognized her old friend, she looked so grown-up with her cinched trench coat and laptop bag. “How are you?”
“I’m great. I’m on my way to university. Last exam of the semester, and then graduation.” She crossed her fingers with a hopeful smile.
“Wow. Congratulations.”
“Thanks. You?”
“Oh, I’ve a job interview.”
One look at Rose’s jeans and hoodie told Shareen the kind of job it might be.
Rose lowered her head and bunched her sleeves over her hands.
You were right about Jimmy, Rose wanted to say, I shouldn’t have chosen him over my friends.
“We should do something, sometime,” Shareen said, her smile conveyed pity rather than affection.
Rose nodded, though she knew it wouldn’t happen. They wished each other good luck and went in opposite directions.
As soon as she had her back to Shareen, she lost her smile. That could’ve been me too, she thought. She shook her head; nah, I wasn’t made for university.
Around the corner, the Natural History Museum loomed, cathedral-like, with its two towers framing the main hall and the large arch above the entrance. On the East and West wings, two storeys of Romanesque windows reflected the grey sky. Lions, bats, wolves and pterodactyls carved in stone looked down at her from their perches on the facade.
Rose avoided their stony glares.
She was interviewing to work in the gift shop, no reason to feel intimidated by this great institution.
She took a deep breath, then entered the Museum.
In Hintze hall, the skeleton of a blue whale hung from the ceiling, suspended mid-swim, gigantic yet tranquil. Underneath, groups of school children walked single file, bumping into each other, distracted by the grandiose hall. Clusters of visitors, map in hand, planned their visit and photographed each other.
Something about the echo of footsteps and chatter, and the way sunlight streamed through the glass roof took her right back to her childhood. Even then, she knew Jackie brought her here so often because it was free. They would spend hours here in winter, leaving the flat unheated to save on electricity. But she didn’t care, she loved it.
Tears pricked her eyes as she remembered how curious and full of wonder she used to be as a child. She longed to be that girl again.
Oh, but she really wanted to get this job now.
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Standing in a corner of the gift shop, Lilian, the manager, gave Rose’s resume a cursory look.
“Band manager? For three years?”
“Yes, I booked gigs in clubs, oversaw the budget of the tours, and managed the promotional merchandise.”
And did all the laundry and the cooking and the cleaning, turned a blind eye to his drugs and alcohol use, and believed him when he said the other girls didn’t mean anything to him.
Three years of living for someone else’s dreams.
“Your last job was at Henrick’s. Only six months. Why did you stop working there?”
Rose mimed an explosion.
To be honest, she might have blown up the place herself if someone else hadn’t beat her to it. Bunch of snobs, they were.
“Oh, right.” Lilian laughed and placed a check mark on her form. “Now let’s see your customer service skills.”
Unbeknownst to Rose, the museum, a centuries-old, respected institution dedicated to science was home to one messy-haired, Converse-wearing, chaotic genius who loved a little shop.
“Oh no, not him,” Lilian said, but too late, Rose was already walking toward him with a big smile on.
“Hello—” she eyed the badge attached to the breast pocket of his lab coat— “Doctor. How may I help you today?”
He was scanning a display of rubber figurines. He grabbed two miniatures of prehistoric mammals.
“They’re two for one,” she tried.
“What was the smilodon doing on the territory of the diprotodon?”
He moved the tiger-like figurine toward the bear-like one. He stared at them as if they would talk to him and reveal their secrets.
Rose bit her thumbnail. Did he really expect an answer? Was this part of the interview?
“Maybe he was looking for food?” she ventured.
“Kilometres away from his home?”
“I’d walk miles for the best chips.”
He grinned and looked at her, properly, for the first time. There wasn’t a trace of mockery in his smile, only genuine delight. She found herself smiling back.
Suddenly, he gasped.
“Yes! Chips!”
He spun on his heels and rushed out of the shop.
Lilian patted Rose on the shoulder. “I don’t know how you did that, but you’re hired.”
“I think I just let him just steal those figurines.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll put it on his tab.”
Rose sighed with relief and thanked Lilian.
“So, who was that?”
“Doctor John Smith, he’s the research leader at the Ancient DNA lab. The youngest one in the lab’s history, I’m told, hired before he’d even finished his doctorate.”
“Really? He’s a nutter.”
“Oh yeah, but harmless overall.”
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Over the months following Rose’s hiring, the frequency of the Doctor’s visits to the shop increased. Her coworkers even began to tease her about it.
He would show up and babble about multiplex sequencing of mitochondrial genomes or rant about sample degradation of human remains in the field.
Rose didn’t understand everything but got a kick out of his wild gesticulation and experiments with items from the shop. She would ask him questions, and sometimes they would be the right ones to help him out.
Although she was becoming fast friends with many museum employees, of all her new acquaintances, the Doctor was her favourite.
She didn’t know him — not really. But what she knew, she liked. She liked the way he treated everyone with respect, from the janitors to the curators. Although he had his moments of bad mood and anger, he found joy in every little thing. It was contagious. They spurred each other on, it seemed. They raced wind-up toys from the shop after hours, gave silly names to specimens in the exhibitions, pranked the tour guides and hid treats for the kids staying overnight for Dino-snores. But that’s the thing, they only ever saw each other at the museum. The closest thing to a date they had was attending the same lecture one night in November. His hand had brushed hers on the armrest.
She would be lying if she said she wasn’t disappointed on days he didn’t show up. But Rose refused to read more into his behaviour than there was. She had made that mistake before, seeing love where it wasn’t, and stayed in an unhealthy relationship. So, until proven otherwise, the Doctor was just an eccentric bloke who came to her when he was bored or stuck.
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EXED WORLD ALMANAC
11th ANNUAL RECAP ISSUE
MAXIMUM DELUXITY EDITION!
JUNE - ISH 20 YRS FROM BABL
NOTE: it is highly recommended that while reading through this you scroll along with the original material (x) because things like tomsen’s illustrations and the actual Energy of her writing is lost in this simpler format.
Once again once again, another year of rushing through the asphalt veins of this great nation, little blood clots waiting to get stuck, but hold the embolism, don’t break out flow, we’re not braindead yet.
A strange year in a strange century of strange years. What’s going on in you, exed world? Do you feel ok? Do you feel something building? Is it cry or laugh? Vomit or orgasm? Can we help you get it out?
Barbara’s getting tired. She complains louder every mile/day but hard to blame her. This year we completed 1 full perambulation of the Benighted States of America. Several zigzags through the interior but we never find much in that heart of darkness. America is scooped out hollow and nightmares Lurk in the VOID:
You know about it don’t you? If you ever leave your circle of firelight you know about it. Reality’s only as hard as we make it and we’ve made it melty sherbet. We learned that when DAWN OF THE DEAD crawled out of our screens and heads.
But we’re not here to recap The Suggestible Universe. You all know the new rules. We’ll just say this to you fantastic voyagers who dare to tread the Midwaste.
DO NOT TREAD LIGHTLY. Stomp and kick and shout. Make every step hit hard, make every breath a declaration that you’re here, that you’re real.
Stay close to your friends if you have them. Find a mind to confirm that you’re standing on the earth, or you might just fall through it.
Learn
from our
mistakes.
You don’t wanna see the things so soon.
BUT HERE WE ARE. FILLED TO THE BURSTING WITH ANOTHER YEAR THE HOURS SPRAYING OUT OF US THROUGH THE HOLES IN OUR SOULS.
Where to begin?
Where did we begin?
It’s all starting to look the same. Forests eat cities. Deserts eat forests. Detroit is sinking, almost gone, just a few decades to become ancient beyond ancient. What was ancient to the pharaohs? What great deeds were done in history’s history?
What primeval heroes did Gilgamesh admire? Did he remember his cave crawling ancestors? Did they remember the trees? The muh? the sea?
WE ARE THE NEWEST THINGS ON EARTH. WE ARE THE BLEEDING EDGE. WHAT A PRIVILEGE AND A DUTY! AND ALL OF THEM WATCHING US. LET’S NOT DISAPPOINT OUR PARENTS.
So!
You know the state of the union. If you’ve been paying attention, if you haven’t skipped any issues, you know what’s going on. We told you what we found in the cities: X after X after X after X after X xxxxxx
No time for lists of nothing in the annual recap. What GOOD have we gathered in all these miles? What have we found besides DUST and DEATH?
Whispers...
Rumors...
More and more every day. Since we left the west coast.
Something HAPPENED.
Something’s HAPPENING.
Something’s GOING TO HAPPEN
BUT WHAT????????????
WHY???
Wild reports of recoveries. Rememberings. THEY LIVE. Can it be TRUE? It’s can’t! Can it? HOW??
Consider the data:
Hive dissipations. Wandering Dead. Irregular behaviors: reduced aggression increased confusion, mass migrations to parts unknown.
We are dubious.
Rumors say it spread from Cascadia but it was status quo when we left the coast early summer. How much can change in two months?
AND YET:
OTHER ODDITIES OF NOTE: Ossie swarms gathering in the Midwaste.
We saw them by the thousands, like squirming nest of ants.
PUREST HORROR.
BUT WHY?
No Living prey. Dying in the desert. Why? Are they broken? Who broke them? Or did we imagine the whole thing?
IT WAS ALL A
DREAM
Vacillations increasing in quantity and intensity, while cities blinking ON and OFF. All fine and good, we welcome the flux — but we question the synchronicity because flux is EVERYWHERE.
RUMBLES AND GRUMBLES FROM ALL DIRECTIONS.
DID YOU KNOW?
Axiom is stirring.
Oh yes Cascadians very sorry but the Axiom Group is alive and well despite the precious dreams of your shadowed corner of the world. We didn’t have the heart to tell you while we were visiting but now that we’re far away and you can’t at us... WAKE UP! They’re back.
Did you really think they left? Remission is not cure. Guessing you’ll learn soon enough Cascadia. Rumors of westward expansion. Dusty offices reopening. Ribbon cuttings. Fundraiser galas. Decapitations.
We saw it ourselves, Exed World! Convoys en route.
WISH WE COULD RADION A WARNING but you know how that is. We’re working on it. BUT FOR NOW... TOO LATE. Cascadia (if it ever does, if any one’s even reading these) whatever’s going to happen WILL HAVE HAPPENED X X X
So sorry, Cascadia. Hope it worked out.
But for the rest of the “world”, TAKE NOTE. Nature hates a vacuum, Power Vacuum most of all. Only a matter of before something fills it so the question is WHAT? Watch the madness on your screens. Chew the Lotus. There’s your old world. Your good old days.
Is that the filling we want in our donut? IT’S STALE.
It’s SOUR.
It’s FULL OF WORMS. DON’T LET US REGRESS TO THE MEAN.
DON’T LET US REGRESS TO THE CRUEL.
FORESTS EAT CITIES. DESERTS EAT FORESTS. THE MOUTH BEHIND EVERYTHING EATS THE EARTH. THE UNIVERSE. ALL OUR FEARS AND DREAMS... Sorry. sorry. Getting negative again.
The bright side.
The bright side.
Must remember there is one.
Because LOOK: Axiom is closest living link to Old Gov. It’s the chicken to Old Gov’s dinosaur and with a little digging, a little bribing, a little marijuana and alcohol, one can REVERSE ENGINEER THEIR DNA AND SNIFF THE DINO’S BREATH.
No, we haven’t found the tower. No big teary confessions in our interviews. But clues emerge. Bread crumbs drop.
For the first time in forever, we have a trail to follow.
So we keep heading east. The bomb is ready. All we need is a place to drop it. Perhaps New York? Back into Axiom’s loveless embrace? Wherever the trail l e a d s . . .
Maybe this will be the last issue! A good one to go out on.
LOOK HOW PRETTY 😍 Maybe we’ll topple the tower and open the airwaves and put ourselves out of a job. WE CAN DREAM.
And if it happens you’ll know it. You’ll feel it. And if you don’t feel it you’ll HEAR it when the static stops and we scream into your radios.
“HI!” we’ll scream. “HELLO EXED WORLD! LET’S BE FRIENDS.”
So I say this very very literally: STAY TUNED. Keep your eyes and ears on those rivers of madness for as long as you can stand it because REAL NEWS is about to break. We feel it. The ground is hot under our feet. The rain feels like tears, the sun feels like love, the air hums like harp strings.
THIS IS HOW IT FEELS WHEN SOMETHING BIG IS COMING.
THE GRAVITY WELL OF IMPORTANCE. THE ATOMIC MASS OF MEANING. BIG CHANGE DISTORTS TIME AND WE REMEMBER BEFORE IT HAPPENS.
So hold on a little longer. Stay alive and keep living. EAT A RIPE PEAR. PET A CUTE CAT. MAKE LOVE TO A BEAUTIFUL HUMAN.
We want so badly to sleep forever, to drown in our tears and sink to the bottom but NO. NO!!
We’re holding in our spilling guts and lapping up our bleeding blood and squeezing the mess of use together because WE WANT TO STAY. WE WANT TO BE HERE WHEN IT HAPPENS. WE WANT TO SEE WHAT’S NEXT.
WE LOVE YOU EXED WORLD!!!!!
— DBC
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Thoughts on the new Dino Hunters TV Show.
So, if you follow paleontology or are the type of person constantly on the lookout for new paleo-documentary series you may have come across this in the past week:
https://youtu.be/TumWvTs9AHU
It's the trailer for a new series on Discovery Channel called Dino Hunters that will follow many figures in the commercial fossil trade, many of which are controversial. Just from the promos they have released it is clear that this show is less interested in the science and more interested in portraying fossil hunting as some sort of new "gold rush," where the average Joe dinosaur cowboy can dig up a skeleton and strike it rich.
The problem with this isn't that people are able to make a sustainable living off of the fossil trade, the problem is that many of the best fossils found by commercial fossil collectors end up in the hands of private collectors that may or may not be inclined to make said finds available for scientific study. A single, well preserved fossil of a rare specimen may yield decades or centuries of scientific data, which really lends perspective to the amount of knowledge that can be lost when profits are put ahead of study.
I'm not saying that all commercial fossil hunters are bad, there are actually quite a few that donate or prioritize sales to institutes of study and make a profit off of either making casts of large skeletons they have found or selling smaller less significant finds.
The majority of the people involved in Dino Hunters are not the types of fossil hunters who donate their finds or appear to care about science. Clayton Phipps, discoverer of the now famous Dueling Dinosaurs fossil that contains a Tyrannosaur and a Chasmosaur, appears to be going over the top with his reality show persona, complete with costume that makes him look like less like a fossil hunter or even a real cowboy and more like a cowboy themed used car salesmen. He is still trying to promote the very dubious genus of Nanotyrannus, probably because that makes the fossils more rare and thus more valuable when selling to collectors who know nothing about the science. He is in fact spotted in this promo saying that he "doesn't do the science work," and is just "a cowboy who likes to find dinosaurs," a line that sums up the tone of this show perfectly.
Discovery Channel has long since turned its back on good science documentaries and it's clear they are only interested in producing a show that fits a formula similar to that of Pawn Starts, Duck Dynsasty, or Tiger King. They want to chuck the facts and just show the average Joe striking it rich, and if they are morally or legally dubious then that's great because it ups the shock value.
If you are looking for alternatives to this, I have some recommendations:
The first is a 3 part series airing 2 days before Dino Hunters on PBS called Prehistoric Road Trip, the series is hosted by Emilie Graslie (who also hosts a regular YouTube show called BrainScoop) takes you on a tour of the American West going to fossil sites and talking to experts, it looks to be very good -
https://www.pbs.org/show/prehistoric-road-trip/
The second is another awesome series from PBS that you can watch on YouTube called Eons, which regularly covers a large array of subjects surrounding paleontology -
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzR-rom72PHN9Zg7RML9EbA
Also on YouTube I would recommend the paleoart channel of Brian Engh, in particular I would recommend his series Jurassic Reimagined
https://www.youtube.com/user/DinosaursReanimated
On top of all of this I would recommend looking at streaming services like Curiosity Stream, its super cheap and has a lot of good paleo docs both new and old on there.
If anyone else has any other interesting shows or YouTube channels to recommend, feel free to leave a comment.
#paleo#peleontology#science#science documentary#educational videos#dinosaur#dino hunters#prehistoric#prehistoric roadtrip#documentary#good tv
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Hidden Blade Chapter 3
Okay. This is one long ass chapter so be prepared. It’s about 5k if that shows you how much fun I had with this. So. Have a blanket, cheez-its, some water, a shot of absinthe and ready to have some good ass writing! Jk my writing sucks but some of y’all like it for some reason?
Also! I’m going to be writing a Eugene Sledge fic if y’all haven’t heard yet. Please message me directly if you would like to be tagged it in. It’s gonna be good and I can feel it in my soul that this one is gonna hit home. (If you don’t believe in my historical fiction writing. Read 39’ and The Great Mazzello).
ALSO! Never drink absinthe straight up! It’s way too strong for the human body. Here’s an article. www.absinthes.com/en/themag/the-absinthe-ritual/how-to-drink-absinthe-4760
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Dear God he looks like he snorted about 5 grams of cocaine and thought it would be a good idea to turn into Susan! Does he have a tennis ball in his crotch? Dear God what the flying fuck is going on? At Least two looks somewhat natural in her role while three just looks, he looks like a California surfer douche who thought the new trend of the year was tennis! Okay I’m done for now.
So. Now for the plan of action. One is heading to the track to listen in on the conversation with the Generals and the dealer. Once they get done with the trade, four and I followed him to wherever he’s keeping the gas, kill the supplier, destroy the supplies, and then come back to the hotel for a long time in the jacuzzi!
We sat in the parking lot of the race track with the engine off waiting for one to give us the cue. We needed to fit in today, so one bought a Hennessey Venom GT, while Four and I looked like something you would see on the cover of Afar Magazine. Yet we sit here in our usual clothes of sports pants, thin shirts, tennis shoes, and a crap ton of water and Powerade in the back. Ready to go kill an arms dealer!
I read over the binder again as these instructions we’re becoming a little more easier. Let me give you the spark note version. So you pop the hood off the chamber of where the gas is stored. They put the gas into a very fragile glass tube so if we break the glass we’re kind of fucked. But anyhow. You have to disarm the tube it’s around so that it will dispense the gas.
Remember the really cool scene in Jurassic Park where that dude was putting the Dino DNA or whatever into the bottle of shaving cream? Basically that except we have multiple bottles of shaving cream to move, a very small window before more people show up to kill us, no park to keep the power running, and no threat of dinosaurs. Just people with really big guns!
So after moving the gas from the compound to the desert, which is where five and seven come into play. We found an abandoned bomb shelter from where the US Government was testing in the 50s all the way up until the 90s. One obviously bought it so we toss it down there and destroy it.
That’s the plan. Disarm the gas, take it from the compound, throw it in a bunker and keep Turgistan away from their gas attacks. Sounds pretty easy doesn’t it? But if Florence turned into the shit show that I read on Google then we’re totally fucked!
“You ever wonder why rich ass holes have to have loud race cars?” I asked as I closed the binder.
“I mean. When you truly think about it, a lot of old rich white dudes have tiny penises. And what do tiny penis people do?” He’s got a good point.
“They cause world wars and bomb their own country.” One butted into our conversation as we saw the dealer begin walking out of the track.
“You guys got a lock on him?” One asked as Four turned on the car.
“Yup. He just got into his SUV. Meet ya in the desert, over and out.” I pressed the button for the convertible hood to move back on top as Four revved the engine a little bit. He licked his lips as he was so damn eager to floor the accelerator. We waited for the SUV to almost get out of sight.
“Just don’t be stupid because I get kind of CAR SICK!” He floored it leaving a trail of smoke behind us and the smell of burned rubber. OH god I get car sick and this is a very smooth ride!
He had his five minutes of glory till we caught up to the SUV but being a few cars behind him. Trying not to look suspicious obviously which is easier than it sounds because we were behind two other very big sport cars. My stomach on the other hand is not have it’s five minutes of gloRY! Four made a sharp turn off the strip as I felt my stomach turn into more knots. Oh dear god. You’re on a smooth ride in a plane, with slight turbulence because a bumpy ride is a fun ride! A bumpy ride is a fun ride!
“Why don’t we turn on the radio.” I nervous laughed as I turned on the radio to get a blast of Elvis Presley through the speakers! TOO MUCH VIVA LAS VEGAS! Quickly changing the station to first classical music, then Mexican rap, and then finally a regular radio station. Which lead to Four turning it off because absolutely nothing good was playing.
“Well shit. Sadly nothing good is on. Do you do any pregame music for this or just go head on in?” I asked him as we began leaving the Vegas strip and out into the desert. One couldn’t find a house layout of this dudes place which is kind of shocking because I thought a billionaire could get anything! Four slowed down as the last car that was blocking us disappeared.
“Usually I’d rather just go head on in.” He was taping on the steering wheel with his leg really shaking hardcore. Is he getting nervous? Didn’t think anyone in this squad gets nervous since about all of us are hardcore killers! Well he is a thief so that kind of makes sense because I imagine killing people isn’t something he usually did in his career.
“Hey. I imagine this isn’t the first time you’ve broken into a dangerous compound, wanna know what I do before I get nervous?” He turned his head to me as I reached into my bag to pull out a bottle of Absinthe Eichelberger and two shot glasses.
“Takes the nerves away. Once we make it to the compound we’ll have a shot so that the Green Fairy will give us great fortune.” The SUV turned into what looked like a large fortress as we continued on, so we didn’t look suspicious towards them. We kept going until we were about a mile away as I pulled out my binoculars to watch them enter in the code to open the gate. Damn it! Can’t get a good look from this far. Get to it in a minute after a shot.
I poured us a shot then added some water to make sure we get the full affect. I handed him the glass as we clink our glasses together then down the hatch! Ah that’ll do it! We climbed out of the car to open the truck for our bags. He threw on his satchel as I for my book bag. I looked through my binoculars again to start the counting of the security cameras.
One..three..seven..nine..twelve and it looks like the only side the cameras that is somewhat accessible is the west side of the compound. There’s some type of tree that easily blocks one of the cameras. So. There’s about two ways we can do this and be successful. We can either A, we climb on the south side of the fence and find the gas. Or B, we try to get through with our car and possibly get shot since we don’t look familiar whatsoever. I’m going to with Plan A.
“So the westside has the least amount of the cameras and the best point of entry.” I told Four as he popped open the back of the trunk and threw his book bag on as I reached for my bag. Throwing it on my shoulders as he closed the door and locking it.
“You ready?” I asked as we began doing some quick stretching and loosen up the tension.
“Always.” We looked over at each other for a split moment as he looked a little scared. Me? Totally not shitting my pants over the fact I’m robbing a toxic compound.
We darted towards the west side as he followed the direction of the security camera. It began turning towards the opposite direction towards one of the other cameras. We made it to the wall as it turned the other direction. Just in time. Phew. I looked straight up as I got into my bag for the chalk powder, pouring a little on my hands then passing it to over to Four.
“So how do you scale walls then?” He asked as I looked straight up the wall. This place is definitely old so the walls have the knocks and crannies for an experienced climber to do their thing.
“Quickly yet carefully. You first.” Telling him as he didn’t move an inch up the wall.
“No you.” I don’t wanna go first! I’m new to the team! Newbies go last!
“No you!” We stood in front of each other till he reached into his pocket and pulled out a penny.
“Heads you go first. Tails I go.” He flipped the coin, caught it, then showed it before us. Tails!
“Yes! Have fun. Don’t die.” I chuckled at him. He groaned as he began climbing up the wall as I began planning my scale up the wall. He reached the top, looking over the wall to then motioned for me to follow up. I began climbing as he hopped over the wall to land in bushes.
“OW! Pointy!” As I looked down to see him crawling out of the pointy bush. I looked to make sure no guards were looking over in our direction. I climbed then fell straight into the bush for a not so soft landing.
“Gaaahh.” I whispered as I quickly crawled out then behind the massive palm tree. A few people came out of the SUV then more out of the house. A fat man came walking out with his hands opened wide to the dealer himself.
“You made the deal!” One of the men cheered as the dealer clapped his hands.
“Tell ya what. We finish some of the work then we head back to Vegas for a trip.” They laughed amongst themselves as we began moving towards the back of the compound. If this is where they make it, then I’m assuming they’re storing it in the basement of the compound because there’s no way this dude lives here, it’s not nice enough and it’s right outside of Vegas.
“Okay. So the gas is either in the basement of this building or it’s even back more of the compound.” He pointed to the side where it kept going way more.
“Alright. You check this house, I’ll head further back to see what we got.” We nodded till we noticed more people were coming out of the house, music started playing, and even a mariachi band came out? Two guards came walking by where we were then stopping a few feet away from us.
“So they got all the gas down in the cellar of the shed?” What a coincidence! Glad to know they got all the gas down in the cellar of the shed. Seems kind of rushing don’t you think? But ya know whatever makes my job easier than it needs to be.
We made our way over to the shed as a pack of women were standing around the balcony, talking, looking half naked, and doing cocaine off each other? Hollywood really needs to nail how these bitches do cocaine. Four stopped for a second as one of them tossed over the top of her shirt as her titties appeared before him.
“Four stop looking at the titties!” I ordered as I continued sneaking to the shed. I double checked to see if Four was following me, he’s still looking at all the now naked ladies on the balcony.
“Just a few more seconds.” I rolled my eyes as I grabbed his ear to start pulling him towards the shed.
“We’re dead and have a free night in Vegas. Just go on pornhub and watch your titties when we get back to the hotel!” I told him as we made it to the shed. He took one last look then got back into the game.
Four opened the window slowly as he climbed in as I quickly followed suit. I then closed the window as quietly as I could as Four busted open the cellar where the gas was being held. A foul stench of chemicals came out of the cellar. He reached into the bag to pull out two gas masks for us just incase something goes wrong.
“Got our shaving cream?” I asked him as he pulled out one of the bottles as I shined a flashlight into the basement. Nodding as we placed the mask over our faces then down into the dark hole of death.
The only light was my flashlight so no one would notice the lights or us moving around in the cellar. There were tables around the room with the materials they’ve been remaking the gases with. So they’re not in the bombs which is nice and makes us skip a whole bunch of steps. The only light besides my flashlight were tiny little windows that let only a little sunlight entering the room to show us the outline of the shelves. They haven’t started the production of too much gas so we hopefully have enough room for everything.
“One we made it in the cellar where the gas is. Starting our extraction.” I told one as I slid off my bag to start pulling out the bottles of shaving cream. I screwed open the bottle as we began shoving the chemicals into the bottles as quickly as we could.
A weird chirping sound began ringing throughout the cellar as four was too focused on trying not to drop any of the chemicals. It sounded like a mixture of a dying bird and a baby. It’s cries sound very familiar of one of a tiger. I grabbed my flashlight and began following the sound of the chirps. I was lead to the corner of the room where this little ball of orange, black, and white was curled up in the corner of the room. It lifted it’s head up and the poor thing look so malnourished oh my god!
I took off my jacket as the cub tried getting up, but it’s legs we’re so skinning that it could barely hold its own weight. Should I be taking you home? Yes. I wrapped it up in my jacket as the door above us busted open and what sounded like elephants running upstairs.
“Eight what are you doing?” Four asked as the cellar door opened as we both scurried around to hide behind the tables. Okay this is a horrible idea but the only way I’m going to get myself out of here is putting the cub in my bag. Dear God please don’t hate me little one, but you’re gonna have an endless amount of meat when this is over.
The guards came running down the stairs as I looked to see my book bag was only a few inches away from me after finding a table to hide behind. I put the cub on the ground as it stayed in the hoodie so I could try to reach for the hoodie.
“Hey! Who's been touching the goods?” One of the guards barked as they turned off the safety of their guns to start scoping out the cellar. I slowly rose from behind the table to see more of them coming down the stairs. Shit shit shit! Getting down as I turned the corner to just snatch my bag. I shoved the hoodie into the bag, leaving it opened at the top as the cub stuck it’s head out. I then put the bag on my shoulders as I began crawling through the cellar.
Ya know. If you take a bottle of ethanol and basically treat it like a Molotov cocktail, you can burn down a building much nicer than any regular whiskey and fire. Four was ready to kill one of the guys as I motioned him to stop, then pointing at the bottle of methanol. He nodded as he pointed to the cellar stairs as a cue for us to go up, Molotov those fuckers and kill a little birds with one stone!
On three I grab the bottle. One..two..THREE! I snatched the bottle almost knocking over a bunch of dishes. Shit shit shit! Four made his way up the cellar stairs as I crawled as quietly as I could to the stairs as the guards were beginning to come in my direction. Just stay calm..no need to panic! Just run up the cellar stairs and dump the ethanol! RIP IT OFF LIKE A BAND AID!
A very loud crash happened as one of the guards accidentally fell over one of the shaving cream bottles which gave me the cue to run up the stairs. I climbed up the stairs then popped open the bottle of ethanol to start dumping down the stairs. Once it was soaked into the wooden stairs, I kicked it down the stairs as Four pulled out his lighter then launching it downstairs. He then slammed the cellar door shut as we made a break towards the closest wall.
“Well not exactly according to plan.” He threw off his gas mask as we hid behind bushes. I think at this point we’re just waiting for the place to go BOOM! And I’d really like to see it go absolute boom because that means we just saved so many lives! The tiger chirped as four looked over to the back of my bag. I didn’t move at all as it’s head popped out of the bag which made Four almost scream.
“Why do you have a tiger in your bag!?” He whispered yelled as I turned to him.
“Why don’t you have a tiger in your bag hm?” I asked him as he rolled his eyes then just stared me down.
“We can’t bring a tiger back into the airfield! One will get rid of it!”
“I plan on raising it! I’ve worked with big tigers before!”
“Oh really!?”
“Yes real..” The shed exploded as we ducked down covering our heads as the explosion was beginning to ring through our ears. FUCK THAT WAS LOUD OH MY GOD!
The heat felt like it was going to melt our skin off our body and that's when we decided to make a break for it up the wall. I was the first climbing up as quickly as we could as the guards began yelling behind us! Crap crap crap!
“FOUR HURRY YOUR BUTT UP!” He was right behind me as they began shooting at the wall. I made it to the top then just jumped for it hoping that I don’t break my legs! I landed on the ground. Four landed right behind me as we made a mad dash towards the car.
“ONE PLANS CHANGED! WE BLEW UP THE SHED!” I yelled as he started the car as the place began catching on fire.
“What do you mean you blew up the shed? What the hell is going on?” I threw the bag into the foot area of the car as Four ran to the otherside of the car as he didn’t even close the door, just slammed on the accelerator then shifting into the fastest gear.
“I’m not much of a driver as six was, but hopefully we can get far enough away from this place.”
“Who was six.” He got quiet as he shifted gears as we slow down a little bit as we got close to Vegas.
“Six was a good friend before he got killed in Florence.” Before he could finish his story, one yelled straight into our headsets wondering what the heck has happened.
“Four! Eight! Are you two done having fun?” He yelled as I moved the ear bud out of my ear so I wouldn't go deaf!
“Well we destroyed the gas by burning the whole compound down. So mission accomplished on our end! Meet you back at the airbase in the morning. Four and eight over and out.” I yanked off the radio as I dove into the bag to pull out the cub.
“Four. How much do you think a few pounds of ribs are in Vegas?” I asked him as the cub was dead asleep in my hands.
“Ten pound ribs?” He asked as we turned towards Vegas.
“Make it fifteen. With a side of mashed potatoes.” Great minds think alike! The Tiger cub woke up a little as she began yawning.
“I think I’ll call you Anya.” Her beautiful yellow eyes opened wide as she tried licking my hand a little.
“That’s adorable oh my god.” Four commented as we were pulling up into the hotel. Damn right one got us a room at the Bellagio. I also think two and three are somewhere in here with us but on different ends obviously. He reached into the back for one of the bottles of water, pouring it into the empty shot glass from the absinthe. I held it up to Anya as she began slurping up the water from the glass.
“Tomorrow I’ll find some sort of wildlife sanctuary. As much as I would love to take care of her and turned her into a fighting machine, I’ve seen what control does to animals for most of my life. We’re just going to get ya to a bigger place with better help. Sound fun Anya?” She was so focused on the water she probably didn’t even hear me.
I know I focus on dealing with the horrid people of the world, sexual predators, corrupted Government leaders, and drug lords. But from this moment on. My ass will be going after poachers who hunt animals for money. Just now have to add them to the list which will make it ten times larger. Worth it so that one day Anya and her cubs can run around Russia in their natural habitat.
We made it to the bedroom as I put Anya down on the bed as she began sniffing around the room. Four immediately threw off his shoes and jumped onto his bed, picking up the phone to order room service.
“So we’re doing ten pounds of ribs, potatoes, and?” He asked as I grabbed the large glass so I can put some more water in it for Anya.
“See if they have any cheesecake. Make it an oreo cheesecake.” I poured the courtesy pitcher of water for Anya not to drink too much water.
“You wanna finish your story about six?” I asked him as I threw off my tank top I had on to reach into my bag for my hoodie.
“Six was a drag racer from somewhere out east who didn’t make me feel so out of place with the rest of them, till you joined the team.” My cheeks feel a little funny. They feel like they’ve been twisted a little bit as I tried to focus on Anya.
“Well. I’m glad I’ve made your experience on this team a little more relaxing because I can imagine being in this doesn’t have it’s relaxing or happy moments. Now order the food so we can stuff our faces and make One’s bank have a heart attack.” I told him as he dialed for room service then noticed something on the tv.
“Eight! We can go do a sky jump from Stratosphere tower!” Say what? I looked up from Anya to see an ad on TV about a bungee cord thing over by the tower.
“You in?”
“I’m in.” We’re two unknown people in this world and now declared dead. Let’s go have some fun then!
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Now how do dead people usually have fun? Rob a bank, destroy a multi million corporation? Nope. You got bungee jumping and use the money to close it for the two of ya. Gotta love one’s money and how much can persuade two college students for the rest of their career.
“Ya know after the amount of buildings we’ve both jumped, dangled, and even fallen from. Yet I still am a little scared that it’s going to snap and I die.” Trying to calm myself down as we made it to the jumping area.
“Think of it as that jump oh my god this is going to be fun.” He was getting excited as he was the first to be put in the harness. He complained about jumping over a wall into a compound but now he’s dying to jump from a very tall needle thing in Vegas? Of course.
“See ya at the bottom.” He got a running start as he made the jump. I could hear him screaming in joy the entire way down. Is he doing flips? Oh my god it’s like being back home again. My body began to relax as it has before when I used to fly through the air when a time was much more simpler and full of color.
I was strapped into my harness as I made the running start just as four did! When my feet jumped over the edge it felt so damn freeing! The wind was rushing through my hair as I could hear the trumpets, trombones, drums, and the entire orchestra of a life before my true colors came into play!
“HELL YEAH!” I yelled as I finally did a front flip as I was getting close to the bottom. Four caught me from my jump as I tried to regain my balance from the jumping rush. He took a step back away as the kid came to help me out of this 80s tracksuit.
“Oh my god that was so much fun! I forgot how much fun that was oh my god!” I laughed as the other college student helped me get out of the yellow and blue jumpsuit.
“When we’re done with the whole turkistan mission. I think we need to take a climbing trip.” Four made the comment as I climbed out from the jump suit. A climbing trip?
“As in climbing a mountain?” I asked as we began walking off the target zone.
“Something a little smaller. Why not go scaling something in Wyoming or even Utah. I’ve heard there’s a lot of rock wall climbing out there.” Is he asking me out on a nature date? Or just a date in general? Although I’ve heard the southwest of America definitely has some beautiful views that is definitely worth the climb.
“Sure. Haven’t done a nature climbing thing in a very long time.” Well. Guess I have a date after we kill a Government leader.
How romantic. PFt hahahaha!
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HeliosR - Fight out vivid colors! - Chapter 8
Translation of chapter 8 of the event ‘Fight out vivid colors!’ from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.
Junior: Hmm~... This kinda angle after all?
Junior: No, but it’s a different style than usual too…
Faith: Still stuck on the costumes?
Faith: Won’t the design department whip up something nice if you just write down how it should match the feel of the game?
Junior: Isn’t it boring for it to only play into the aesthetics of the game?
Junior: Which means, it has to be more wild or going more hero-like could do it too maybe!
Faith: ….Like full black with a ripped feel, that type of design?
Junior: How did you know!?
Faith: I knew it… Ochibi-chan’s sense of style is way too easy to guess
Junior: Oh shuddup!
Faith: Since you’re at it, in order to match the game’s world it has to be more on the brighter side.
Junior: Brighter…
Junior: Then what about going the complete opposite and making it super colorful?
Faith: Nice one. Ah, how about this then?
Junior: Ooh, who woulda thought this shitty DJ got a sense of style!
Junior: Hold on, aintcha a fan of Splashy Colors after all?
Faith: It’s all everyone’s talking about, and I only know this much because I played some of it while hanging out with Billy and Gray
Faith: More importantly, why not this sort of design for the weapons? It’s it a perfect fit for that hero-like image you went on about?
Junior: It’s kinda like, fitting to Yellow West’s backstreets. In that case--
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Dino: Good morning, Junior, Faith
Junior: Mornin…
Faith: G’morning… yaaawn…
Dino: Both of you look sleepy
Junior: We were making the papers for the costume designs, and stayed up late before we even realized it….
Faith: We might’ve put in too many detailed requests though. Would you like to go over these too?
Dino: Lemme see…
Dino: Oooh~! These would make for some really cool costumes!
Dino: The design of the weapons match the costumes too… How do I put this, it’s like…..
Dino: It has the same kinda feel as the backstreets of Yellow West!
Junior: That, exactly that! We made it with that image in mind★
Dino: I’m glad I left this up to you two! I baked pizza so go eat your breakfast. I’ll be off to bring this to the design department
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Junior: N’other day of Keith being at meetings since morning, huh
Faith: And right after he has to make those “old man Keith’s cookies” and immediately be off to that kids space.
Junior: Huuuh…
Faith: Ochibi-chan, you pity Keith or something?
Junior: He’s been in the wrong since the start, I wouldn’t go that far but…
Junior: This whole street fair, for us heroes it might count as work but, it can be fun too right?
Junior: It’d be nice if Keith could enjoy himself and yet….
Faith: Uh, Keith’s bad at games though. Neither does he even care for them, wouldn’t it be tough for him even if you told him to take it easy?
Faith: Ah, but, he plays billiards so there’s a chance with hands-on type of games?
Junior: ….Wonder if there’s anything we can do so he’ll have a good time too
Faith: Ochibi-chan, seems like you do pity him.
Junior: Just a teeny tiny bit!
Junior: I do think of him as a good for nothing shitty mentor, but he has been working properly this time around… so like…!
Faith: Yes, yes sure. Well, since I feel inclined to I’ll think of something too
Dino: Kept you waiting, you two. The costume requests were easy to understand and received really well!
Dino: Bianchi-kun got excited and is gonna whip up some cool costumes. Nihi, I’m looking forward to it☆
Junior: Yeah! Can’t wait for the street fair!
Faith: Hey, Dino. What’s with that paper bag?
Dino: Aah, this?
Dino: We’re going to be using this as training for Splashy Colors!
Junior & Faith: ….?
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Faith: Was thinking what these were, but they're waterguns, huh
Dino: Yep. I thought that we should do a simulation of Splashy Colors with these today.
Dino: Doesn’t this feel more realistic compared to regular target practice?
Junior: True. It’ll be good training for a gunfight
Dino: Alright, let’s fill ‘em up with water and get started
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