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cuprohastes · 2 months

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The chant.

The Varshan Invaders had this thing: Unity.

They dropped Anjax, which was mostly just thirty farms raising the local safe-to-eat animals nicknamed Argnu.

The farmers had all read the briefing packets: If it's the Xss, the Dormavir, the Jince... run. Run n' hide. They'll eat you, literally eat you and that won't do you any good.

The Twon-hai, Gir and Tsush, they're slavers, they'll give up if you stand up to them. Expect up to 68% losses. Still better than what they'll do to you.

The Vershan, the On-dotir, the uHown or the Kelth... Jsut surrender, don't annoy them the Terran Colonial force wills how up and sort it, and there's a chance you can jsut persuade them to be chill and mark you down as Not For Conquering.

So anyway. The Varshan. They'll only take over if they think that the population are disUnified. It's their holy mission to reduce entropy via unity or something. They're pretty chill about it - Nobody gets sacrificed to the dark god, or put in the Castigation Pit - but it's a huge pain in the ass when you really need to be shipping Argnu Beef and not e.g. nonconsensually being inducted into an alien religion.

So they dragged everyone into one area and did their Unity Chant to show that they all were unified.

Then they sent thier guy out and planted a flag.

The next part is they grab some rando and tell them to "Show their Unity". This works well usually because you pick anyone form even a fairly smoothly integrated society and put them on the spot, they'll panic.

Which was why Jacinta Omura, 45, admin, completely bewildered, was dragged out in front of everyone she knew.

So she looks at the aliens who are all looking smug having done thier weird Haka, looks back at the crowd of farmers, and shippers and what-not... And it's her time to shine.

She strieks a pose, head down, one arm up, wide stance.

Everyone in the front row behind her are like OK Jace has flipped her burger here.

But then she starts to sing... Well chant. Not well, not nearly loud enough...

"Buddy, you're a boy," she says, voice breaking. She swallows and adds "make a big noise... Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday."

Now her voice is getting a little more confident.

About this time the crowd behind her has started to pick up on what she's doing, and there's a ripple of people starting to back her up: The rows behind them catching on.

"You got mud on your face, you're a big disgrace - Kicking your can all over the place, singin'..."

She lifts both arms like she's conducting, and behind her there's the entire colony: clap-clap stomp, Clap-clap stomp, shaking the ground, singing, as one:

"We will, we will rock you! We will, we will rock you"

Well the Vershan were kind of impressed, because hey that ticks the box, and also, style points there. So they loaded up on Argnu meat at a good price so show no hard feelings and went off on their holy crusade to annoy everyone.

And that's how Freddie Mercury saved Anjax.

#humans are weird #humans being weird little guys #Freddie Mercury #Humans are space orcs #Humans are space australians

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mountphoenixrp · 12 days

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We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

Shinomiya Reina, a 25 year old daughter of Freyr. She is a piercer at Marimo Ink.

FC NAME/GROUP: miyawaki sakura / le sserafim CHARACTER NAME: shinomiya reina AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 25 / october 15 1998 PLACE OF BIRTH: oosaka, japan OCCUPATION: piercer at marimo ink HEIGHT: 163cm / 5'4" DEFINING FEATURES: dyed blond hair; faint scars on her knuckles that she covered up with flower tattoos, piercings on both ears, bottom lip, tongue and belly button; tattoos around her arms and torso.

PERSONALITY: with a carefree bordering on inconsequential energy, not really seeming to be bothered by most if not all things in life, reina has a more easygoing personality with a teasing striek and therefore being able to get along with most if not all kind of people. she's also rather adaptable, not seeming to be able to get frustrated regardless of how much things don't go her way or when she doesn't get things that she wants, also partially because of her more pragmatic side that simply accepts that things that must be done will be done and impossible things are impossible; that sometimes giving her the impression of someone very detached, bordering on apathetic towards things and even people around her. however, she's still enable/encourage any and everyone who comes to her asking for advice and/or if they should do this or that thing, coming back full circle to her carefree nature and just i do what i want so why shouldn't you do too sort of person.

and, well, that end is a little more than an impression considering she does feel rather detached from the people around her, almost being unable to feel like she genuinely fits in whenever she goes since she never felt like that in the (admittedly few) places that she has been; simply being the type that has a lot of friends but few (if any) are people that she genuinely cares for and would put above her own needs and wants. reina doesn't necessarily keeps things about herself to herself, but won't talk about them unless prompted, however it might feel like she's telling stories of someone else, as if she was more of an witness than an active participant. she also used to have a much worse temper that mellowed down as she matured, though she still carries the scars of those times and will still break someone's nose if they tempt her enough.

reina is a little of a flirt— that playful type that doesn't really mean it and is doing it more for the sake of getting a reaction from the other person than actually trying to pursue anything. she also isn't necessarily against casual sort of arrangements, but considering how she vehemently rejects any inheritance that she might've gotten from her father and how he walked away from her and her mother, she doesn't let herself indulge too much into them and would rather just pursue a proper relationship.

HISTORY: [tw: bullying, violence, death]

there are three (3) lessons that life taught reina so far.

lesson number one (1): do not fall for pretty faces.

because mom did and that ended up with her carrying a child she didn't want, then getting kicked out of the family not long after. japan isn't a kind place for single mothers; neither is korea, however there were only so many times that you and your mother could take of her coming to school and bow her head because you picked yet another fight with someone who said something mean about your hair or the way you spoke. your mother is tired of having to raise a child with no support, juggling two jobs to make sure you two stay afloat and you're tired of people pointing faults at her for your raising as if they aren't the one with bad manners, talking shit about things they don't know anything about.

there's an old friend in seoul, your mom says one day, offering a job that pays a little better and the weather is supposed to be a little nicer; there are a lot of great options for school and korean shouldn't be too hard to learn, even more so when it'll be a language that they'll be exposed a lot. she also says that a change of environment might be good, that you might finally be able to make some friends without the reputation of having broken someone's teeth at the age of fourteen because they looked at you weird — you don't have the courage to tell her that it was because they said something about her, questioning her character and her abilities as a mother. it'll be good, yeah? she holds your hand with so much hope and exhaustion in her eyes that you don't have the courage to say no; not that you would considering you had nothing in japan but resentment anyway.

she never talks about your dad, not really, and after the first time that you tried to bring the subject up — because your school was organizing an event for father's day and it made her curious, not necessarily yearning, but curious — and the only thing that she had to say was don't fall for pretty faces, reina, they'll only ruin you with this weird look on her face, an expression that was between resentment and longing, you decide that it isn't really worth it.

there's one time though— mom is doing first aid to your scraped knuckles, a soft tut that you're too young to have scars like that, but there's also a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, small and amused. you don't seem like your father's daughter, she says like it's a good thing or maybe it's because she's reminiscing something; either way you simply huff because i'm your daughter, you say like this nullifies who your dad is and that only makes mom smile a little wider.

lesson number two (2): do not pick up fights you can't win (and that fists aren't the only way to fight).

not only physically (because you can win most of those anyway) but also socially. you learn the hard way to not punch someone whose parents donate a lot to the school and/or have a prestigious job in society— or you should at least beat them up enough that they won't have the courage to tell on you to their parents or the teachers. japan wasn't a kind place for the daughter of a single mother; neither is korea— you still hear whispers about your broken korean, the character of your mother, speculations about the reason you had to move out in the middle of the school year, the reason why your nose looks so ugly. you still have your belongings messed with and cold milk spilled on your head.

do not pick up fights you can't win because losing leaves a bitter aftertaste in your mouth, because the floor that you and your mom press your foreheads on as you apologize is freezing, because that's what your mother tells you when she grits her teeth and swallows down her pride because they don't have the money to move out again, because you two are hanging on a thin thread in this new country and coming back to japan isn't really an option.

maybe your pretty face is the only good thing he has left for you, your mom comments without specifying who this he is but you know anyway. then you grit your teeth while swallowing down your temper and play on your pretty privilege instead; that's how you survive the rest of high school.

lesson number three (3): no one will care for yourself besides yourself.

well, there was mom, but then she dies all of a sudden and now you're all alone.

the world seems to be in the way to its end with how hard is the downpour outside while you pick up your mother's bones after the cremation; it was hard to find a funeral home that made the ceremony under japanese traditions but your mom's friend helped. your japanese family came all the way from japan for her funeral but you refuse to let them come in and participate; were tempted to kick them out of the ceremony as well however not even yourself was that petty. besides they seem regretful enough while promising that they'd never leave you alone again, that they'd do things properly this time.

rationally you know that punching an old lady, even more so when she's your grandmother, is going to land you straight on jail, but you almost forget lesson number two when she starts talking about how they'd go back to japan with your mom and you; when she looks at the tattoos on your hands and arms and tuts, saying how it's a pity that you tainted your body in that way but nothing that long sleeves won't resolve, and they'd get the ones on your knuckles removed with treatment, the piercings on your face being able to be removed without much struggle either and a list of other things that at that point you aren't listening anymore; when she apologizes with a condescending sigh that she was too late, that she should've picked you up sooner because then you would've been raised "right".

the rain outside gets even worse. there's an argument when you throw water at grandma's face in lieu of breaking her nose. you tell them to fuck off if they don't you want to throw the glass in your hand on them as well. they leave.

still you aren't left alone; there's another person who seemed to be watching the whole spectacle, someone that you vaguely recognize that was also at mom''s tsuya. they offer their condolences that are easily brushed off, then they offer a place to start anew— a place away from all of this, all of the things that you struggled with so much so far. you don't accept the offer right away, not really, but in that moment the rain finally seems to give in, even if just a little.

PANTHEON: norse CHILD OF: freyr POWERS:

+ weather manipulation: through her emotions, when felt strongly, she can manipulate the weather — i.e. causing a downpour when upset, and prompting a sunny day when happy.

+ enhanced charm: due to her affinity to physical forms of affection combined with her easygoing personality, she does end up attracting more people to her than an average person is able to.

STRENGTHS: is very adaptable to the environment and people around her; always aims to excel in whatever she puts herself to do and has a good control over her emotions so usually when she ends up changing the weather it's on purpose. WEAKNESSES: so pragmatic that she can feel detached (bordering on apathetic) to the people around her; will always prioritize herself over other people and her carefree/teasing nature can rub off some people the wrong way.

#kpop rp #krp #le sserafim #miyawaki sakura #le sserafim sakura #mp; welcome

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anonymous-user-a · 3 months

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If you could choose a Pokémon to live as, what would it be?

Houndoon. They knoe Arceus hates them and they do not care. Their loyality and bravery is unmatche d but they don't do idiotic palns like I do. They plan amonsgt each other before a hunt. They striek fear into people with a lone howl.

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blairpuffs · 1 year

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OMG UR NEW THEME /POS

EEEMMM. AAAAA TYSMMMSMMSMSM tyyryryry!!!!! :333 strieks a. pose(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

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begaana · 10 months

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theres a bus striek inmy city

#no i really encourage it they get paid very shittily and it's all unfair #but i really have no other way to get to school #other than walking 2 kilometers but that takes up too much of my time

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puriette · 1 year

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may ai request an angel ver of yr sinilover flag :3 - 🪸

( coral annonie strieks back )

hai coral annonie !! ai hope this is wat yew wanted :3 [💌]

#﹫company ;; 🪸 annonie !

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callilouv · 2 years

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I MEAN... ITS JUST ONE STRIEK..

#𓍊𓋼 the bane of cal's existence.#just one strike hahajskjhjhkla

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achampnator · 4 months

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Da ist ja Bibi, sie fliegt auf ihrem Besen

Hallo, Bibi, hallo, Bibi, huhu

Hallo Leute, schön, dass ihr da seid

Ich hex uns was Tolles, ja?

Hexhex

Bibi Blocksberg, de lütt Hex

kann so veel, wo vun ji dröömt

un se schall jo ümmer helpen.

Denn se is joon besten Fründ

Bibi Blocksberg, du lütt Hex

kumm un wies uns, wat du kannst

Wi mögen dien Striek,

Wo du hext, wo du lachst, wo du danst.

Kumm to uns

Bibi Blocksberg

Wees uns Fründ

Bibi Blocksberg

Wi sünd spannt

Bibi Blocksberg

Wat du vondaag wedder maakt.

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the-firebird69 · 5 months

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our son left boys scouts as you were mean and he made life not eagle and wanted it that way later. and said this. they are not us aand do nto deserve the honor of elevating me to eagle and we adhere to it and do agree your honors are woth squat and you dont live it ou way granted he needs funding. and you wont. cant. we agree you get your asses kicked. and refuse to the psuedo empire said it this am. and we take from you now mke tew youw were waitnig for theone comment to unleashyour commentary and your a tard are in madnnas video and are sik lameand have no saavy and need out of rolls and mac needs you to die and yeh the guy ived and ruined mac daddy and clan. andleft him with shitheads who used the ohterss to make it and now are on the chopping block. a sad tale but true meaning the empir will clean you up mike t and the others you neeed it but we dontneed them here they will be though due to you incometent tits on a bull your fatrts and only. so much shit at taht prefab company our son said no thanks. cant even get me thereiether and suck. and you said it was him and he admitted it rips you apart and youafart and get hit your retards and die now useless scum.

-the war is on herer and the psuedo empire felt it no did not cointnues and is a heinous bunch. the blcokade is up and hte force readying still. and will strike shortly. huge huge gruops arrive shortly to the south and north. huge. and fill the south.

the attack commence today they have said usually dont say when but are ammassing tons. and will have to shortlytheir fleets inspace will fall. and wont be stpped. and it is on shortly. we do feel today maybe by noon or this afternoon.

two wars here now and the psuedo empire will try to repel the blackship use the attempted invasion. and will push it out and the clones will striek. it is huge and all over no today here

there is more to it. we use it. they fighthere and bja and trump and try to kidnap our son use vioent attempts and a lot we hit htem now there are too many attempts and we kill tons of themnow

they are also at us with yap we hit for that too and flatten thier areas we pulled it al out of the first five and work on the second are pulling now prep for toonight here in ohter areas in the east are half out and we move fast here shorlty need to

other things are hapenig we detial shortly

Thor Freya

Olympus

wow they suck here and are asses we use it kill thhem now

Hera

and yeh tons hit each other poor peopleis what htey are

Zues

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