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May I request headcanons for your scooped Mike so that our village may survive the winter?
-@drinkinboilingcoffee
Yeah finally someone asks me!!!
- Well he was being used as a skin suit Michael was stuck in some horrible nightmare realm that looks and has the same vibes as shark boy and Lava girl, Where he was stuck in a horrible pile of screaming melting souls clawing for some way out but never reaching anything. This along with the incredible amount of physical agony he felt from his body being broken end actively rotting made him go a little bit crazy....
- When he woke up on the sidewalk and ran home to henry's house he attempted to end it all When Henry wasn't there and there was literally no one to help him and then he realized he couldn't die and just curled up on a ball and cried for like 3 hours.
- Lucky for him Charlie found him and like calmed him down and the 2 of them decided on the arson quest where they'd go and light fazbear establishments on fire until the company no longer exists (they have an eternity after all!!)
- Despite being zombie Michael still has a good relationship with his cat foxy. Foxy doesn't see anything different about him and loves cuddling up to Mikey and he's always very cute even when foxy decides to sit on Mike's stomach and accidentally falls into the stomach hole
- My Mikey never stitched himself up there was no need really. His body kind pulls itself together due to the remnant and his ghost and all that garbage.
- He is terrible with people who aren't Charlie. Like he just stares and sometimes says cryptic lines about them going to hell or doom is coming and so he can't interact with like anyone
- He loves scaring people he never hurts them but he does like stalking down Dark streets to spook people with his spooky little face.
- Michael Has to deal with hallucinations of his dead family postscoop. This happened like twice a month and usually Mikey just smokes a cigarette and talks to Charlie or pets his cat in order to calm down but sometimes they can overwhelm him and he just like completely shuts down.
- Michael liked smoking before the scoop but now he absolutely loves it! He only has one moldy gross lung but it's enough to Wease out a cigarette. In his head smoking and cigarettes are one of the few things that the world can't take from him. It makes him feel human...
- He doesn't really try to cover himself up ever when he goes outside, Most people are too absorbed in their own lives to notice him for that long but when they do He just ignores them.
- He's got no meat on his feet :(. His legs are completely bone And bits of scrappy muscle he has no idea how he walks normally at all.
- He has like a giant fear of technology made after the 1990s due to sister location. Charlie has to handle all the computer stuff or else Mikey will have a panic attack
- Michael doesn't think anyone other than Charlie could ever care about him. He is an ugly stinky monster, a brother killer And all around horrible person.
- The plans that Mikey and Charlie have post burning down every remnant of fazbears is to go up and flame together and finally move on
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so i learned that apparently nested functions exist
i accidentally made a lot of them
help
#me when my computer lights itself on fire#this is in a file that i somehow wrote typescript AND javascript in#at the SAME GODDAMN TIME#I AM LOSING MY SANITY#HELP
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@corvus--caurinus
Yup! Per my neurologist, before the mid/late 00s the medical community was sort of, uh, unconcerned about so-called "minor" concussions, because the symptoms didn't seem to last longer than a few seconds and thus it was treated as a non-issue. Most parents didn't take their kids to the doctor for them and the few who did were told to let the kid rest for a day and then get back to life as normal.
Then a breakthrough study happened and revealed there is no such thing as a "mild" concussion. All concussions are concussions and all concussions are brain injuries. And all concussions run an exponentially higher risk of increasingly dangerous and life-affecting symptoms as you knock your brain around more and more. And with each subsequent concussion, you run the serious risk of these symptoms becoming permenant brain damage. Turns out, your brain does not actually like to be jumbled around in there, who knew.
The white flash is usually caused by one of two things: a jarring motion in your retinas (not a concussion) or the impact of your brain banging against the fluids and other matter inside of your skull (that's a concussion). Same if you "see stars"- the "stars" are the damaged nerves that just banged into something firing off electrical impulses trying to figure out how to cope with what just happened. And of course if you hit your head or are shaken to the point of losing consciousness, that's your brain's equivilant of the computer that, when smacked, turns itself off. All of these are concussions, and while it may seem like knocking yourself out should result in a worse concussion than just seeing stars, brains don't always follow that rule. All of these concussions will eventually stack on top of each other and will cause a major TBI once you hit your head a little too hard or perhaps even just one too many times.
So when he said "okay so you were never *treated* for a concussion but have you ever had this happen after hitting your head?" well... yes, actually. I was hit in the head by a thrown baseball bat (accidentally) in gym class and promptly took a nap. I was awake and otherwise fine in a few minutes so besides being sent home that day and having a large bruise/egg nothing really happened. I was doing flips on the gymnastic bars and lost my grip and whacked my head against the ground and, you guessed it, was unconscious. By the time my friends got the recess teacher over I was already awake and just a little dazed- again they sent me home but that's it. I fell through one of those dome monkey bars at a playground with my mom and hit the ground head/neck first. This was before the age of cell phones so Mom told me she was trying to figure out what to do about her very unresponsive child in the middle of the park (it's dangerous to move someone who may have broken their back/neck but she also can't just leave me laying on the ground to knock on someone's door to call 911) when I woke up and outside of a stiff neck seemed "quiet but fine".
In fairness according to my neuro there's not really much a doctor *could* have done medically as I bounced back without any problems except maybe have me take it easy for a couple weeks (I'd've died of boredom with no stimulation) but it still should have been noted that each of those were concussions. Then the amount of times that I've been dazed or saw lights... too many to count. I work with high energy dogs in an impact sport, they headbutt me or punch me or knock me to the ground all the time. I was an active kid and an athlete prior to my heart acting up, so sport-related injuries just sort of come with the package and that includes knocks on the head.
But sitting in his office and hearing him say that, and then recovering from the TBI and examining what it's done to my life... it made me realize how much people take for granted. It just takes one too many knocks on the head. He said the major thing he regrets as an older neurologist is that for a very long time, most of his practicing career and certainly a significant portion of my own life, no one really cared about concussions. But the line between concussion and TBI is very blurred, because in truth a concussion *is* a brain injury, and at some point you will concuss yourself much much worse than you were expecting due to the buildup of damage from not taking hitting your head seriously.
The best way to think of it is breaking your ankle. A broken ankle is a broken ankle, there's no such thing as a "mild" broken ankle. But there are grades of severity- a hairline fracture on a single bone is a broken ankle, but recovery time and process are relatively straightforward in most cases. Completely shattering multiple bones on the other hand significantly lengthens recovery time and the process is significantly more involved with a risk of further complications. If you keep doing whatever it is that gave you a hairline fracture, one day you won't be so lucky, and you will completely shatter the whole joint assembley.
That's how concussions are. Those cute little knocks that cause a white flash and nothing else? That's a warning to stop doing that and be more careful. You get to hobble around in a boot for a while to think about your choices leading up to this point. Knocking yourself out? Well you've snapped a bone. You get a cast and some crutches. Full blown TBI? Congrats, the whole ankle is fucked and you need major surgery now.
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Fandom: House of the Dragon
Finally at my computer again after posting another chapter of Blood for Blood so take my favourite part of it - Luke looking Aemond dead in the eye while telling him he named their latest kid Harwin.
Pairing: Aemond/Luke
Warnings: omegaverse, mpreg, uncle-nephew incest, abelist comments (I tried not to go too hard but I also needed to keep it in character)
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Aemond is not surprised it is his sister waiting for him and not his mate when he finally makes it back to their home. Luke has the seemingly never-ending responsibilities of his seat to keep him busy while Helaena only has her insects and her children.
“How are they both?” Aemond asks as the two make their way towards the main hall where Luke is hearing petitions from the various peoples under their rule. He never likes leaving when Luke is pregnant but rebellions are more easily quashed by dragon-fire and it is better to remind others who may think of also trying to buck their Lord of exactly how out-powered they are.
“They are both well,” Helaena says with a nod that’s almost a bow. “You have another son.”
Aemond nods at it. They have a good spread of both genders among all their children and hopefully will see all three designations as their children present. But it is good that both Luke and their latest made it through the birth.
Helaena glances away from him, picking at her nails in the nervous habit she picked up from their mother.
“What’s happened?”
Helaena ducks her head again, muttering something under her breathe before daring to meet his eyes.
“It is not my place to say. Just, promise me you won’t be mad at him, okay?” she asks and Aemond is suddenly back in the early days after his father died when everything and everyone was at risk.
Halaena had said they were both well so surely that meant their child had not been born sleeping. But well still leaves a wide space. Aemond is well, but he is still forever missing his eye. Even their family is not immune from children born deformed.
“Of course.” There is nothing even a dragon can do against the gods wills. They just must hope that this is not an omen of more bad things to come.
Halaena eyes him doubtfully but doesn’t say anything as they finish their journey. Entering the main hall as they are announced.
Luke smiles at them both at it. Standing from his seat and gesturing at one of the maids to bring their child over to him as Aemond approaches his Seat.
“I assume you were successful in your venture?” Luke asks as Aemond kneels to him with well-practiced ease.
“Yes. I doubt there will be even any whispers of rebellion from the region for at least a generation.” Aemond had made sure to leave a painful mark on the landscape itself to ensure that anyone who stepped foot in the area would know what the price of going against their rule was.
“Good. I do regret I had to leave it to you alone.”
“You had more important duties to tend to,” Aemond says standing again.
“I suppose,” Luke says with the cheeky smile that he will apparently never grow out of. “Do you want to meet him?”
It is a stupid question but there is no doubt in Luke’s voice. He knows Aemond will want to. The pride of a child born from them something that does not fade with each birth.
The maid brings the babe over to him as soon as he nods. A boy still young even if no longer new born. Weeks of his life Aemond missed because of the traitorous rebels.
“What is his name?” Aemond asks as he runs his eyes over the light eyes and dark hair of their child.
“Harwin,” Luke says and Aemond hears the maid gasp at the look he shoots his omega.
Luke stares back at him with unflinching eyes.
“I named him in honor of the man who was loyal to my mother until the day he drew his last breath,” Luke continues. Which sounds perfectly reasonable if not for the fact that Luke had named their child after his true father.
It’s just short of a declaration of the truth of the bastard claims.
You promised Helaena mouths when he glances over at her.
“What do you think of it?” Luke asks because he knows Aemond can’t say what he is actually thinking. Not without admitting to the treason they are all complacent in.
“It is a good thing we have our dragons.” Anyone foolish enough to use the name as a rallying cry to try and take the Seat from Luke will die by dragon-fire.
#Lucemond#aemond x lucerys#lucerys velaryon#aemond targaryen#omegaverse#GOT omegaverse#mpreg#GOT mpreg#HOTD#House of the Dragon#House of the Dragons#I accidently a ficlet#Usual this is GOT stuff warnings apply#While it's overall softened from its first chapter#this fic still very much is sticking with it's theme#of exploring power dynamics and exchanges of power in scenes
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Pirate junk No.13846
honestly i dont know what to say im just here putting my brain worms on the table. while my computer backs up.
Plum defo works her way up to being close with this woman, and one day she pulls into port and asks the crew to go enjoy, pays them all a chunk of gold to just go onto the land and have fun for like, two nights. Peach is told nothing, comes back from aquiring specific things plum wanted from town to an empty ship. Well. Nearly empty. Plums spent a while with Peach, couple years now, just travelling, being close with her, realising shes just sad and not scary at all unless you threaten what she holds dear. Theres a billion candles lit on the deck, you can see the ship from three streets away, youd think it had caught ablaze with the light. Peach shows up and Its a close recreation of that one memory plum had of her and her wife, give or take some details. They have a very sweet date night, get to dance and be together uninterupted by work or ship problems. It rings very true with Peach, she's been quietly growing fond of this one. Theres a weird irony to have her own play be used against her.
She's not mad at it, its oddly sweet actually. Gets the idea of how her wife felt once, feels good about that. Plum makes the joke that the only thing missing is a proposal, seeing as that's how it went down all those years ago.
It plants the seed unintentionally.
Its not until a while later, someone instead of hunting peach, comes for plum, and the whole crew see the true monster creep out of this woman. Peach goes full hostile to stop the death of another Levithian. She puts maximum effort in, hardly touched by damage, and those hits she is struck by are on purpose, to pull someone closer, or pin them in thinking theyve got the advantage on her. They do not.
Mid battle things get messy, Plum is freed from the holding cell they had her in, the girls are back together, Grey getting their ship across the way to fire on their foe, wood splintering, fires catching as lanterns smash and tumble with each strike. Both women fighting in such a way that feels like a dance, Peach constantly taking hits for the Captain she came across the waters to save, it doesnt bother her, pain is temporary, and it gives Plum an opening, lets them tag team a rival crew despite being heavily outnumbered, targeting the nasty hunter captain finally. Peach uses one, THE ONLY single battle trick she's got to take them down. Closes one eye, the remaining one blinks and suddenly in a flash looks like Boa's, pure white with the sliver of an iris, painfuly bright. She locks eyes with asshole who threatened the woman she's ready to murder an entire ships worth of people for, and you see the massive serpant leap from the sea and swipe past. The hunter is consumed, the back of the ship shattered, everyones getting knocked around, Peach grabs plum and a rope from the mast stopping them falling in as the ship tips almost back on itself. That little skill is essentially like tagging an enemy so Boa can take out vital targets, reserved for emergency. Theyre trying to get off the crumbling ship, still kicking and fighting the odd crew member, dodging loose barrels, heavy ropes trying to sweep their feet as they run, and in that chaos, in the canon balls shredding the ship they stand on, they get to the edge of the deck staring down into the ocean below and plum grabs her second mates hand to stop her jumping in.
The noise is consuming, the creak and crack of this sinking ship frightening, a sailors worst nightmare, but both just look at eachother, wind whipping hair around, bloodied and battered, but alive, together.
"Marry me-" falls out of Plum's mouth without thought, the bravery gained from seeing how streamline they worked together and seeing what they were capable of was incomporable. Peach doesn't flinch when a shot shatters the mast, feeling the heavy metal ball zip past her, unable to look away from her captain. She grabs her by the chin and kisses her hard, throwing them both into the water as the enemy vessel keeps falling apart.
Boa picks them up, bringing them to the surface before heading back to their ship. In that moment of travel it feels like the question didnt get answered. Plum sgot her arms around Peachs waist as she sits behind her, head on her back, stewing in her own head.
Later when Plums in her cabin alone, regretting her dumbass words, she was too forward, too bold, the old pirate wasnt ready, she just got caught up in it all, caught up on her. Peach knocks, snaps the woman out of her own head before coming into the space. There's nothing either can say for a moment, Peach sees her anxiety spike, sitting with a slouch in an armchair before placing something small and metal on the table. A ring.
"Been carrying it around for a couple of months, never really knew why." a calm expression as she leans back. "Until now. It should fit." Plum just looks at her, picks it up, words failing her, glancing at this woman with one burning question.
"Thats a yes, if you're wondering."
#pirate au#GUYS IM SO SORRY#THIS ONES GOT AHOLD#ITS FULL OF STUFF I WANNA EXPLORE#SORRYYYYYY#fruit salad#brainrot
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I think we're back to being consistent for a bit. Welcome to Part 1 of Episode 2 of Waku Puyo Translations.
(I'll run out of cool pages eventually. Also, Schezo always seems to be connotated with flowers from my knowledge. Wonder why.)
Hello everyone, it's the funny man who does translations, and after so long...my computer is finally working as intended. Extras can take a break, for the main series is FINALLY back to business...even if this is a two, possibly three parter. This is a tiny bit late because I slept early on the weekends, but we're still alive.
I swear it won't always be like this
I'll start with the big announcement:
I have a teammate now.
Good pal of mines @kirstenonic05 will be doing things related to shop menus and the sort. So for the time being, I'll be skipping shop menus and leaving it to her. She's currently making I believe a Google spreadsheet of a TON of the items you can find in the game, including many I've missed, so...when it releases, check it out. Might help someone's run. I'll still be translating key items though, don't worry.
The plan is to finish this episode fully, drop an Extras episode, and call it a year. If something else happens...wahoo.
Anywho, here's the video itself.
youtube
Timestamps:
Bulletin and Info with Kikimora: (0:00)
Trap ability: (1:58, and completion is at 5:20)
Fufufu Info: (5:45)
"Have You Been To": (7:15)
Draco Appearance: (8:02)
There's two things I want to mention.
A lot of this is info related stuff, so enjoy Kikimora and Fufufu for a while.
Part 2 will have Sasori Man, Draco, and MORE MENUS...Yay.
With this, enjoy.
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Intro: (0:00)
(Ah. Info boards. First menu goes:
Listen
Rank
Bulletin <-
Back
Then:
To You Who Has the Grimoire (1, I'll be numbering based off what he chooses.)
Fire Mountain (6)
Water Paradise (5)
Starlight Stage (4)
Identification Recommendations (3)
Trap Warning (2)
Back)
Grimoire stuff:
Bulletin Board:
I've found a Grimoire and I have it on me. Let me know when you want it.
When you have a Grimoire, if you can memorize it, you can learn its magic.
But if someone who can't use the powers reads it, they won't learn the spell, and the Grimoire vanishes.
It'd be a waste of treasure if that happened. Might as well sell it.
Please don't throw it away because you can't use it.
- From: A certain genius witch. (Thanks Witch.)
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Trap Warnings:
Kikimora:
Hello there! I'll explain traps for you.
Arle:
Alright, I was gonna ask you for a favor anyways.
Kikimora:
Alright then.
Traps are so annoying, you can't see them until you get hit by them, it's frustrating.
Arle:
Yeah, You're right.
Kikimora:
As for me, I prefer to clean them.
Arle:
Clean?
Kikimora:
That's right.
And with all the traps...All of items AND the magic circles will be clean and fresh!
Arle:
Eh? Even the items? I really hope you don't do that.
Kikimora:
Oh...I got off topic.
But really, if you can raise the level of the traps, they're not too scary.
Arle:
Level of traps?
Kikimora:
If you have the trapping ability, whenever you're caught in one, or miss one,
You can gain experience, and with that, you can get better at avoiding them.
Arle:
Trapping ability? I don't have that....
Kikimora:
What? You don't have the ability to remove traps?
Arle:
N-no...
Kikimora:
In order to remove traps, you need thr ability to see them.
Let me guide you to a special room.
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Trap Ability (1:58-5:20)
Arle:
Wow, this is a big room...
Kikimora:
Welcome to the training room! It's a big room, and looks normal, but,
A number of traps are set up to obstruct your path until you reach the exit.
But if you make it out, I'll happily give you the trap ability.
Arle:
Really? Is that so? Then I'll do my best!
Kikimora:
Would you like some tips on how to clear this?
(They say yes)
To know the location of the the traps, you must find "The Scroll of Light."
Arle:
Yeah...but what if I don't find it?
Kikimora:
...Then you have no choice but to fall right into the traps.
Arle:
Oh, is that so...
Kikimora:
(Well, if you can fly...)
Arle:
What was that? I can't hear you!
Kikimora:
No, it's nothing.
Arle:
Hey! You better give me a better answer!
Kikimora:
Oh well...if you're in danger of getting caught in a trap...
Don't be stingy with your recovery items. Use them.
There's a few items in here that may be of good use.
Arle:
Huh...
Kikimora:
Now then, please do your best.
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Trap Ability Completion:
Kikimora:
Congratulations! Now, I'll give you the ability to see traps.
(Arle has gained the trap ability.)
Arle:
...Am I finally going to be able to remove traps now?
Kikimora:
Yes.
...But without experience, I'm afraid you're still going to run into them.
Arle:
Aw, really? Guess I gotta practice a lot.
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Fufufu Info: (5:45)
Fufufu:
Fufufu, I'm glad you're here.
Arle:
You're going to tell me about Identification?
Fufufu:
Fufufu, the items you see in the attractions are a mystery.
You really don't know what they're called or what they do.
Arle:
Yeah, I guess so.
I can tell if it's an item or food, but not what it does.
Fufufu:
Fufufu, in that case, you identify.
You lose MP though. But you know what the item is at least.
But if it's rare, you use more MP, so be careful.
Arle:
Alright, I see...
MP is important, but using an unknown item...isn't exactly safe.
Fufufu: (from here on I legit forget if he says fufufu or nah, so...I won't be adding it.)
In that case, you identify it.
If you identify, you do lose MP, but if you don't, you can't use the item.
Arle:
Hmm... is there a better way?
Fufufu:
Actually, if you do Identification, you gain some experience.
The more you identify, the more EXP you'll get, and it increases your identification level.
So with a higher level, you're more likely to find rarer items.
Arle:
Huh...
Fufufu:
If your Identification level is too low, it'll be hard to identify.
So failing to identify costs more MP, and by then, you'll be out of it.
Arle:
Hmm...By the way, how do you know your Identification level?
Fufufu:
You can check it in "Special Abilties", at the Status menu.
Arle:
I see...thank you! I'll try to identify items often.
Fufufu:
Fufufu, I wish you luck.
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"Have You Been To": (7:15)
There'll look weird so bear with me.
Bulletin Board:
Have you been to the Starlight Stage yet?
The attraction is filled with enemies who control sound and lightning, along with traps.
If you're not good with loud sounds, proceed with caution.
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Have you been to Water Paradise yet?
The attraction has enemies that can control the water and the cold, along with traps.
If you don't like being wet or cold, proceed with caution.
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Have you been to Fire Mountain yet?
The attraction holds fire-controlling enemies and traps.
If you dislike the heat, proceed with caution.
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Draco Appearance: (8:02)
Draco:
(I can't translate it well but she's literally breathing fire.)
Arle:
You! What're you doing!?
It's dangerous to just blow flames here! Watch where you're doing!
Draco:
Gao! You can't go through here!
Arle:
Why are you so rude to me!?
Draco:
I can't let anyone in without a ticket.
Arle:
If it's tickets-- I have them!
Draco:
Really? No way!
Arle:
What? But I have the ticket?
Draco:
Ugh, you're persistent! I can't let you in without a ticket...
Arle:
You're the persistent one! I've been telling you that I do have tickets!
Draco:
Eh? You sure?
Arle:
It's what I've been saying. I have tickets, here!
Draco:
You know, you could've said it from the start!
Arle:
I HAVE!
Draco:
I know, can't help myself sometimes. You can enter.
Arle:
I'm tired...
Carbuncle:
Gu!
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And with that, Part 1 is finally done. It's nice to be back to the groove of this. With this, that'll be all for now.
Adios.
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OC-tober day 3/4: Old OC/Redesign
This one took me a few days so I'm combining the two prompts ^^ It would have been the same oc regardless anyway so it makes sense to given the tasks. I very rarely draw mechs so I hope you'll excuse the identical style to Zerrinth's post; symmetry is just so much easier when it comes to designing and basic posing.
His name is Delta, and he's an OC who I've had for a very long time.
Extremely long ramblings, timelapse and original art under the cut
I'll frontload this with the character lore and timelapse; if anyone cares for my breakdown of the oc itself, that'll be the huge ramble at the bottom ^^
D-17, going these days by Delta, is an autonomous multi-function guard unit. Originally from a world shrouded in eternal night, he and his charge Amyss fled its destruction in their ship, the ArchWing, to the planet of Soniterra. Spending their time amongst my other ocs, they now live amongst its denizens in secrecy, studying the world of light and sound through void-borne awe and wonder.
Powered by a zynal core, Delta is mechanically minded and quiet most of the time; tweaks to his functionality by Amyss have given him something of a sassy streak, however, and he's not afraid to giving a gentle ribbing to (or occasionally completely devastate) a poor friend with sharp remarks every once in a while.
Able to rearrange panels and parts of his body, as well as altering the shape and location of the hardlight parts of his form, Delta is capable of minor shapeshifting. He can also very precisicly manipulate tools and objects, capable of working on engineering projects at microscopic levels without any form of magnification or complex set ups with ease. Combining these skills means he is a very capable engineer, and has even rebuilt a living body into a partial cyborg to save someone's life. Though the world he now lives on seems primitive and inefficient by his standards, he does not usually feel arrogant about it; the mechanics of its tech are so different and new to him that he is ever interested in studying it.
A highly capable combatant, D-17's original purpose was to protect the outpost he and Amyss lived within from creatures of void. Energy beams firing from his hands and sharp blades forming from his body kept him and his charges safe, but the planet's end signalled an end to his guarding duties.
Ok, rambling time ;w;
I don't know exactly when I made this guy, but I remember writing about him all the way back in primary school, in blue pen on lined paper that I kept in my little organiser tray. That would be about age 6 or 7, making this guy almost twenty years old in real time ;-;
This OC is old enough to drink and vote in the uk, good fuckin lord
His origins start even earlier, in fact; he's an amalgamation of a couple of simple characters I made as a small child, including one of those 'running along the side of the road' guys you'd imagine on long car trips. Timelines and memories are fuzzy after 2 decades, but I'd imagine those guys are from at least a year or so before I squished all those ideas under one single name. So a solid 19 years, and a potential 20-21 easily :') wow.
Delta is actually old enough that I hadn't done much drawing by this point in my life, and so I mostly wrote things instead. Those old papers are around here somewhere, but design-wise he's never been truly nailed down; just a basic mental image and the odd description or two. The one exception is an old pixel art piece I made of him in mspaint, back on the Family Computer (remember those? ^^). I was a huge fan of pokémon fusions at the time, and I'd spend ages mixing up their sprites to see what I could do. Eventually I moved onto making things from scratch (scratch spriting, what a fun term), and that lead to the one and only time I've ever drawn this guy. It took way too long, it's very clunky, and I no longer have the original file :c Lost long ago in the move between computer to laptop I imagine. Instead, I managed to find it in a gloriously 240p youtube upload set to a Linkin Park song ^^ ah child me, you never left.
All the way from 2010, here's the best surviving version I could find. And yes, the youtube bar at the bottom is in the shot; you want to fight me over it, go find and screenshot it yourself :)
It's weirdly posed, has literally only 1 shade of grey + shading for colour, the design makes very little sense, especially for the chest and torso, and he looks a lot more evil than I intended. Despite a few efforts that went nowhere later in life though, I just never managed to redraw or redesign him in a way I was happy with. So for a long time, this grey pointy spriteart has been all I ever saw of Delta. Figured he was long, long, LONG overdue an update, and so here we are :)
Though he might look very different now and have actual anatomy knowledge informing his structure now, who'd have thunk? I tried very hard to keep intact the core design features that 13 year old me added in. It's the same fella after all! Here's a quick list of basic ones, since most of them are subtle but intentional after all:
-Glass/screen face with digital expression; I think taking the top off frees him up to look cleaner, but underneath was always a smooth screen. This way he can see above himself too ^^
-'Bunny ears'; little antenna/paddles that originate from the endless runner character, who was originally something of a rabbit
-Shoulder-mounted boosters. Pretty self explanatory.
-Upper arm loops; this one was actually a coincidence! I guess 2010 me and 2023 me both thought the upper arm needed something ^^
-Elbow plates; these were like. A big thing. Originally able to shapeshift into blades and other tools, I had to keep them in. It wouldn't be delta without them. They're just less... accidentally lethal now ^^ old design was POINTY
-Split shins; the original shins have a pair of plates on them that form a sort of 'cuff' above the foot. I honoured this by making the feet the same way, the ankle connecting between the two sides.
-Spikes! His hips were feeling a little.. empty? So I gave him some electromagnetic spikey blade things he can use as tools, as well as some hardlight claw hands.
#spoodle draws#digital art#art#potatoposting#bweird oc tober#bweirdoctober#robot#redesign#oc#original character
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my ideas on "Anomaly Found - Chase Brody" and the jse egoverse
ok so it's time for me to gather my thoughts regarding The Iris Project and everything that has just happened. unfortunately i couldn't participate in the livestream cause i was in class, but i have just watched "Anomaly Found - Chase Brody" and i feel like i have a decent idea of what has happened so far.
obviously, this contains spoilers for "Anomaly Found" as well as other videos already published by Seán!
before we start, we have to go back to two important videos: "Chase" (released october 13, 2019) and "You're Not Ready For These Scary Games" (released october 19, 2019, which i'll be reffering to as "You're Not Ready" from now on). "Chase" was so incredible when it came out, and the thumbnail for "You're Not Ready" is literally Henrik's face, so i couldn't be more hyped.
in "Chase", we begin with a note of eviction. the note states that anyone living in the house (namely, Chase) is ordered to "vacate the premises not later than September 2019". according to the notice, it's August 8, 2019. things are definitely not going ok, judging by the state of his car and the bottle of whisky inside the glove compartment. more importantly, his reaction to seeing the picture he just found shows us something terrible has happened. he drives to the woods and walks for a while (with many beautiful shots from the mountains and the forest itself). more importantly, he walks towards a very specific set of rocks, mounted on top of eachother like a memorial of some kind. he rests the photo over it and drinks from the bottle of whisky, before being abruptly teleported from the woods to what seems like a parking lot.
on the other hand, the part that makes "You're Not Ready" interesting is the ending of the video, where Seán's screen is abruptly cut by static followed by a black screen. Henrik immediately appears, worried and writing on a piece of paper in front of a computer screen. we can see he's been woking on mathematical equations, by the papers on his desk; all the ones we can see have the letter 'T' in some capacity. after many mistakes, something in the screen fires up and it glitches. Henrik seems desperate and, after typing something, is presented with a psychedelic tunnel of lights; something seems to have worked.
with this, we can analyze "Anomaly Found" with a little more info. we're told throughout the scenes that Chase's family has been murdered (both his wife and kid, according to Arin's character as well as the photo in "Chase") and he has been somehow involved. at first, he says he's killed them, but then retorts a "i didn't kill them". after the ending, it seems pretty clear that the one responsible for their death was Anti - but Chase took the blame, since no one would believe him if he told the truth. this event is obviously the catalist to all the bad things happening with him, from the eviction note to the heavy drinking.
during one of the scenes in the "Project Iris" livestream, we're presented with a poster saying that "ALTR 5914 IS A TIME THIEF!". since we're already aware that Anti's number is ALTR 114209 because that's how his name is written in numbers (A = 1, N = 14, T = 20, I = 9), 5914's translation is either EIAD or EIN. EIN as in Henrik von Schneeplestein. Henrik is a "time thief" - or, more likely, a time manipulator.
in "You're Not Ready", he seems to be working with time equations (remember the 'T'?), or something along the lines of manipulating time using both math and some weird machine. he seems to be a physicist more than a physician - and that's why i think Henrik is responsible for Chase's teleportation. meddling with time is, essencially, meddling with space, since they're both indissociable. if Henrik's machine did work at the end of "You're Not Ready", he has successfully changed time - or stolen it, in some capacity. the success of Henrik's machine is responsible for Chase's teleporting and, consequently, for his inprisonment in the IRIS facility during "Anomaly Found".
now, on to the best part of this whole ordeal: my baby Anti. he looks great, he looks terrifying, but more importantly: he looks exactly like Chase. if anyone saw him commiting any crime, they would obviously blame it on Chase, since it's "impossible" for such a creature to exist. Anti seems to be making a hell out of Chase's life long before the murder of his wife and kid - "showing him awful things", making him hear strange voices and whatnot. we were already aware of Anti's interest in Chase - my question is: why? why Chase? why is Chase so important to Anti?
i am also very intrigued in the whole "i feel like i've been here before" bit, as well as "i have been in this exact place before, we need to leave". this implies some sort of time cognizance from Chase's part, almost as if he's able to glimpse into the future. that could be either the reason for Anti's interest in him or an effect of his influence. either way, Chase has something special to him - and we don't know what yet.
finally, i wanna take this last paragraph to say how incredibly proud i am of seán for making this. the "Project Iris" livestream as a whole was incredible, an amazing feat that definitely will change the way we think youtube content and viewer interactions for the next years. the cinematography of "Anomaly Found" is also phenomenal, and don't even get me started on that ending scene - I NEED MORE ANTI, SEÁN!!!! WE NEED MORE ANTI CONTENT!!!!!
if anyone has anything to add, feel free to comment/rb with it. let's go JSE stans, we're finally being fed!!!!
#jse#jse theories#jacksepticeye#jacksepticegos#jacksepticeye theories#anomaly found - chase brody#chase brody#antisepticeye#henrik von schneeplestein#arin hanson#the iris project#iris project#JSE iris project#seán mcloughlin#jse egos#jse egos theories#jse theory#iris jse#jacksepticeye theory#jacksepticegos theory
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I've known for a while that I don't experience the "normal" emotions that other people describe. So as a kind of journaling exercise, here is...
A Comprehensive List Of Emotions That I Experience
(in order of how often I experience them)
All-Consuming Curiousity: my brain and my heart rate speed up, I can only think about one thing, and I must Must MUST learn more about it. Like my body is on fire. Almost always is about something technical and vast. Science, math, computers, engineering, history, philosophy, religion, etc.
OVERWHELMED: like my brain is screaming in 1000 voices all at once. Coherent throughts are scrambled into keysmashes, every muscle in my body needs to tense and push and bite and tear. Once almost accidentally sped at 120mph into another car from it. Bad, obviously. Happens when there's too many conflicting noises at once, or fluorescent lighting in a grocery store, or several tasks I have to do at the same time, etc.
Scrutinized: like my whole body is stiff and I have to filter myself multiple times before saying or doing anything. Usually in "nice" neighborhoods, or around very normative or older people. But there's a slight amount of this just being around people who want to talk to me.
Yearning: floaty romantic feelings, triggered when I interact positively with a crush. I think about them too much, and my actions and body and thoughts become soft. You know the one.
Content: a warmth deep in my belly. Usually when I wake up early and I'm having coffee and doing something I enjoy, or when I'm out camping, or when I'm exploring somewhere new and cool, or playing an exploration-heavy video game.
Safety: the opposite of Scrutiny, like a transcendental relaxation in my body and mind. Generally while I'm alone and hidden, or sometimes in places where things are kind of dirty and broken and everyone is a little weird but minding their own business and nobody wants the cops around.
Misery: tired, numb, distant, no desire for anything, usually devolves into alcoholism. Comes from the fact that I can't recognize "normal" negative emotions when they're happening, like I almost never feel angry or sad in the present moment. Instead, those feelings are happening in the background and build up until one day I notice that I've been miserable for weeks.
Existential Rage: my brain starts circling the same thoughts, which gradually get more extreme. Generally it's about climate change, and what we can but aren't doing about it (as a society, but also sometimes on the scale of just me and my friends). Sometimes it's also about colonialism or other issues like that, though generally those are too far outside of my control to qualify.
Anxiety: like my body is splitting itself in half from inside my chest. ALWAYS happens when I think someone is mad at me.
#is this an autism thing?#who knows!!#probably personal idk#this is for me not for you#but it's chill if you relate and reblog or whatever
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You may or may not remember my rant a couple months ago about Uruguayans hypocritically complaining about the lack of preparedness for the water crisis, while being generally speaking, a culture of people that look down on preparedness as a think only idiots and nerds care for.
So, let me tell you on this rainy afternoon about the fire at the Palacio de la Luz, Palace of Light, the main see of the national electricity company, UTE (Usinas y Transmisiones Eléctricas, Electric Power Plants and Transmissions, formerly Usinas y Teléfonos del Estado, Power Plants and Phones of the State), which happened in 1993.
The Palacio de la Luz was planned and built in the 1940s, at the tail end of the years of prosperity brought about by the world wars, and was meant at first to be a tall building in the middle of a wider urban design:
But because of budget constraints, it ended up smaller and isolated, as it stands today:
(I know, not very palatial, but also it's just tradition to call big sees of state institutions "Palace of" independently of how palatial or not the building itself is).
Part of this contrived construction meant that, for example, the staircases funneled air, there was no provision for the possible breakage of exterior windows, etc. Which was a problem, but then it comes...
In the early 90s this building was not firefighter approved. You heard that right. There were no easily accessible extinguishers, no emergency exits, and no fire drills whatsoever.
So when a fire broke out on the 8th floor (dedicated to electronics division, so just picture 90s computers and monitors and electric extensions, in the middle of very flammable mobiliary, inner walls, ceilings) on a Friday at 3a.m... it started spreading VERY fast... then the heat blew out the windows. Now picture an 8th floor with no non-flammable inner walls, steps away from the bay of an extremely windy city, at night. In the middle of Winter. Within the hour, floors 8th to 10th were engulfed in flames:
So, you'll ask, what did the people working at the building at that moment did?
Well, people working on floors 1-7 descended the stairs out, and tramplings were avoided only by sheer luck of... being a time of day when very few employees and no customers were there.
Now, there was 11 people working on floors 8-12. What did they do? Unable to go down, 5 of them made their way to the roof, to try and breath and maybe have a chance to jump if they weren't rescued. The remaining six were working on floor 9. They IGNORED THE FIRST EXPLOSION. When the second explosion happened, one of them decided to desperately throw herself down the hollow of the stairs two floors (so, through the stairs in flames of floor 8 into the stairs of floor 7). She was severely injured, but saved her life. The others chose to lock themselves inside a bathroom and wait to be rescued.
They were not rescued. It was not possible.
The 5 people on the roof WERE rescued, in an extremely dangerous operation, the like of which had failed catastrophically pretty much every time it was tried anywhere else: where there's a lot of smoke, an helicopter motor could run out of oxygen and fall down. What they tried was to stay behind the wind, throw a line with a firefighter into the smoke, and hope for the best (hoping for the best is a feature of the Uruguayan Air Force, truth be told. There's no other way to make it work with the equipment it has historically had).
Now, 5 dead and a few injured was an extremely lucky outcome for the event, considering the circumstances. But proper fire safety and PREPAREDNESS would have likely saved every life, with much less risk.
Do you think fire drills and instruction have become common after this? LOL, absolutely not. The only thing that has been taken more seriously is getting buildings up to code on structural fire safety. Will that stop people in the future from locking themselves in bathrooms in the event of a fire? I don't know. I only know that whenever the fire alarm sounded at the school I worked at, there was no protocol. We just... waited in silence for a minute or two, precious minutes if there actually WAS a fire. And that when I suggested we do fire drills to the principal's office, I was shrugged off.
So, you see why I am once again frustrated about this sort of thing.
In more happy/interesting things, Matías Fernández de Iorio has made a font out of the Art Deco style letters used by UTE, which you can download for free here:
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Ah, the feel of victory. Victor the victorious. Yes, he could get behind that. A medal in his hands, the platinum haired fey slipped into his room, eyes tossing about for a place to frame it, hang it on display. Then, he reasoned, people would come see it, and when they did they would spew dross in veritable fountains of imagination, wonder, and awe. Once he selected the perfect place, Victor stood back, flicked the glamour off his dross pouch, feeling something small and solid. Curious, he pulled out the small bust Christophe helped him form. Humming to himself, Victor tried to find a place to put the thing. Dancing about his space with a curators eye, he excitedly traced the long of shelves, desk, side table, finally winding up with it tucked under his bed for safe keeping as the computer chirped an alarm. Incoming call. Skidding over, Victor tapped the button, a bright smile lighting up his face. "Christophe! Moy drug! Privet! How are you?"
"Delightful as always, thank you."
"I have found the most wonderful place to put my first award! Metal! Oh, it's so perfect!"
"Victor - "
"You must see it! Here! Let me turn the camera."
"Yes, very nice. Victor - "
"Nice? Only nice?" Victor's voice dropped it's cheer, picking up a considering tone. "I did have another place in mind. Perhaps there. You will tell me!" His smile returned.
"Victor - "
"Come, see? This aria. I think, if I make a small case I can store it inside. Then I can add many more of these," he held aloft his medal, it's sheen glinting in the fading evening light.
"Victor - "
"Should I make it of glamour or from material things? I think glamour would be so expensive, but I could get exactly what I want with little effort, yet the appeal of something made by human hands - "
"VICTOR!"
The winter elf stopped, turning slowly towards the camera, his face a mask of blank consideration. "Christophe."
The blond sighed, computer catching on a frame of him rubbing his face in exhausted frustration. "It's back."
Victor rose a brow, a flick of his fingers sending an arm of ice to his desk chair, rolling it his way. Sitting with one knee over the other, hands knotted on it's upturned rest, He rose a brow. "Go on."
The feed caught up with itself just as Christophe threw his head back, staring at something above him. "Darkness. Shadow..." He swallowed, avoiding saying it for as long as he could. "Oblivion..."
Victor leaned forward, eyes wide. "Christophe... please tell me you are not trying to say - "
"It's back, Victor. We don't have Yuri, we don't have Beltane to shield the Hero. With out the Hero, Samhain is unguarded. We have to take steps to stop containment breach. The dreamers have already taken losses." Christophe turned his growth green eyes to the camera, looking into it directly. "It sent fire, Victor. It's using the heat of life to cause death."
"How is that possible?" Victor breathed in several panicked breaths, rubbing his hair roughly. "It shouldn't have access to life. Hero ripped Yuri free." His eyes shot up. "Unless... Chris. We never found them. They disappeared. I thought they went with Yuri into the material world. What if the faint shadows and chaos of the day was enough to give Darkness an opening?"
"An opening we didn't notice because of the loss of the Hero, who always knows such things. Mon Dieu!" Christophe confirmed, "Victor! No! He has the ashes..."
(the links are starting to pile up. Go to the oldest part to find previous links to the story's beginning!)
part 23, part 24, part 25, part 26, part 27, part 28, part 29, part 30, part 31, part 32
#yuri on ice#yoi#yuri plisetsky#otayuri#otabek altin#victor nikiforov#victuuri#yuuri katsuki#otabek x yurio#victor x yuuri#fey bois on ice#WoD frame work#story time#WE SAIL THIS SHIP TO THE MOTHER FUCKING STARS!#USS Find Out#I love them your honor
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July 6: Linctavia, Troubled
Lincoln/Octavia, Octavia-centric, ~1,200 words
For the prompt "Calm and its antonyms (troubled, harsh, furious, worried)" for July Break Bingo 2023 @julybreakbingo
This was originally going to include some more events and stretch a little longer, in a way that would have made better use of the prompt, but I got caught up in the atmosphere of the "intro" and decided, this is good enough as is. It's technically set in the same universe as one of my (many) unwritten WIPs.
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The heavy clouds that have been following them for days finally burst, just as Lincoln and Octavia make it to the shore. Lincoln can't light the signal fire, and anyway, he says, Floukru would never send out boats in this sort of storm. So they pitch their tent just past the tree line and hide themselves there, claustrophobic and breathless, for thirty-six hours until the sky lightens and the violent weather starts to calm.
Octavia has never seen water like this in her life. For the first hour, she stands out in the whirlwind, lets herself get drenched. She's not tired of the rain yet, the tempestuous and harsh and vicious weather of the ground. Better, she thinks, than a slow march of the same, the same, the same, every single day, lights that rise and fade with a computer's rhythm, air recycled through machines. Better than that. Out here, the bitter, cold wind makes her shiver and the rain soaks through her clothes within minutes and then gathers slick and cold on her skin, weights down her clothes and her hair. The sound of it as it hits the ocean, turns the sand of the beach to mud, of the thunder rolling thick and close above her, roiling through a deep gray sky sometimes cut through with quick, sharp flashes of light, all intrigue and fascinate her more than they discomfort.
More than that, she simply cannot stop looking at the water. The ocean. Water without boundaries or barriers, water stretching out to the horizon's edge, water crashing with such power and force against the rocks at the land's end. Water foaming white and angry at its edges, and farther out a deep blue mixed with shades of black and lighter blue, spiked and uneven with waves, rolling over and over itself as if powered by an invisible engine deep underground. She gets caught up in the hypnotic rhythm of the waves. The turbulent blue sliding over blue, the power of the water as it hits and hits and hits the shore.
Lincoln stands next to her, squinting through the sharp needles of rain. He's trying to hold a jacket over them, but the partial roof only magnifies the sound of the raindrops; sheets of water slide down from it and splash against Octavia's back and legs.
He follows her sight line across the vastness of the sea.
"It reminds me of you," he says. She can barely hear him, even shouting. The storm swallows up his voice, blows it away on the wind.
"I don't see it," she answers.
Lincoln's shoulder bumps against hers. If he weren't holding up the jacket, he would probably try to take her hand. For a while now, since not long after they left the settlement, she's been quiet and hard to reach, and it's not out of spite that she's pulled in on herself, and yet she can't bring herself to stop. Living under the floor, she learned to keep her own company. She taught herself a quiet and a stillness that surprised and impressed the warriors she trained with, that startles and disconcerts those who've only known her on the ground. They’re more familiar with the version of herself she’s since unleashed. As soon as she stepped foot on earth, she told herself that all she'd know here was freedom. Here she could be loud, unfiltered, angry, passionate, wild. And she was, and she let herself be.
But when her energy runs out and the dust of adventure settles, she retreats again to the quiet, from the safety of bravado to the safety of her own inscrutable silence. Into this inner space, she allows people only slowly. Lincoln is there sometimes. Not always.
That first night on the shore, still damp and cold, huddling together for warmth in their tent, he asks her if she has regrets, and she stays silent a long time then, too.
He asks again, "Do you wish we'd stayed at the settlement? With the hundred?"
"No." She's tracing patterns on his chest. "We don't belong there. You'll always be a Grounder and I'll never be a Sky Person." Swirls and hearts and triangles, circles, spikes. The shapes of his tattoos, sometimes, which she's memorized. The words are a refrain now, a sort of prayer. "You said... you said Luna's clan is made up of people like us, right? People who don't belong anywhere else?"
"Yeah." He sighs, and she feels the deep intake and exhale of breath, lifting her up and settling her down again like the waves of the ocean outside. He sounds weary, like this is a tale he's told many times as well. "She'll take in anyone who... who's tired of the way the rest of the world is."
"That could mean anything."
He laughs, and nods. His hand slides up and tangles, heavy, in her wet hair. "Usually it means tired of the fighting, the blood lust. Everyone waiting for an insult or injury they can avenge. There's none of that in Luna's clan. They just... think totally differently." He lets his palm fall on her shoulder, briefly hugs her close. "It's a new clan. Not many people born into it. Belonging... doesn't mean what you're used to."
Belonging means family. Belonging means having people you'd do anything for, fight monsters for, give your life for. That's always been so deeply ingrained in her that she's never thought it out in so many words. She hopes he won't ask again if she has regrets.
"I've never done anything like this before," she admits, nuzzling the words against his collar bone, his cool, rain-drenched skin. "Just left." Not by herself, at least, not like this. Not of her own volition, without convincing, without force, in the absence of necessity.
"I have," Lincoln answers. "But I always came back."
Outside, a wild and unwelcoming sea. They'll cross it in boats when the weather settles. She tries to imagine herself, rocking up and down on those waves, heady with seasickness, breathing that cold and salty air she could just barely perceive beneath the storm, watching the shore move farther and farther away. She pictures the sky a near-colorless white, perhaps the crossing of a bird above, and as a soundtrack, the creak of wood, the splash of water against wood. Like a story she's been told. Around her more and more of the sea, and the land increasingly distant, until it's a line at the horizon, and the barriers between her and every almost-home she's ever known stacking higher and higher, stretching longer and wider. Once crossed, could she ever cross the ocean again?
A heavy, cold feeling in her stomach. Pinprick shivers along her limbs.
Lincoln holds her closer, rubs her back and sides, tries to warm her as the storm picks up again, lashes of rain against the tent, heavy winds shaking the nylon walls, cracks of lightning she can see with her eyes closed. The rhythm of the waves, the inscrutable sea.
Someday she'll see it wide and endless and calm, a jewel-like blue sparkling with glints of reflected sun. She tries her hardest to swallow down that irrational fear. She'll love the ocean then. The beauty and safety of it will finally become her peace.
#the 100#octavia blake#lincoln the 100#lincoln#octavia x lincoln#linctavia#lincoln x octavia#mine#my writing#the year 2023#2023: free write#julybreakbingo#sky village
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Showdown in the Skies: Aliens Vs. Dragons!
Strange lights fill the skies. So too does the beating of giant wings.
Shadows of an ominous future meet legends of a mythic past, and do battle. We do not come in peace, for here be dragons.
We’ve assembled a panel of experts to weigh in on the potential victors of each fight.
Check it.
The Xenomorph Vs. Toothless
Proposed Victor: Toothless
Expert: Tessa Villanueva, Editorial Assistant
“What chance does anything even have against the Alpha of All Dragons? The unholy offspring of lightning and death itself? Yes, Toothless may look cute and adorable, but his intelligence is unparalleled–he’s been known to show smart and strategic thinking. He can fly over 100 mph and is agile and strong enough to dive-bomb giant dragons and knock them to the ground. He also has plasma blasts, unerring accuracy, and an indomitable fighting spirit that won’t quit–and he fights for his friends? Does the Xenomorph have friends? (Yes, she has a hive, but are they really friends?)”
Proposed Victor: The Xenomorph
Expert: a cat, Assistant Marketing Manager
“The Xenomorph is an acid-blooded, highly adaptive social hunter who has proven time and time again that in space we can hear you scream when it bursts out your chest. She’s a star terror of cinema and has torn through the armor of the Predator, and she frequently carries me to victory royales in Fortnite. Fans of Alien (1979), Aliens (1986), Alien 3 (1992), Alien: Resurrection (1997), Prometheus (2012), and Alien: Covenant (2017) understand that Toothless, who is domesticated and trained, will be ruined, ribboned, and folded into a scary xeno-cocoon.”
Stitch Vs. Melanchthon
Proposed Victor: Melancthon
Expert: Mal Frazier, Editorial Assistant
“So, you might think Stitch is going to win. Sure, there’s no way that the cutest character could ever defeat the scariest character, but we’ll give him a fair crack. Dragon #7332 (no, not your buddy’s discord username) from The Iron Dragon’s Daughter by Michael Swanwick is rusting in a heap in the disgusting child labor factory for years when he finally finds an appropriately malleable pilot and steals Jane. He’s a giant metal dragon war machine built by fairies who eat death magic and [spoilers for a book older than me] kills the entire world. Yes, the whole thing. I think he’s neat. Also he’s named after a dead philosopher which has to give you a stats boost if some kind.”
Proposed Victor: Stitch
Expert: Lizzy Hosty, Publishing Strategy Assistant
“Experiment 626 was created to cause chaos across an entire galaxy. According to the mad scientist who created Stitch, he’s bulletproof, fireproof, can think faster than a computer, can see in the dark, and move objects 3,000 times his size. His first instinct is literally destruction. It’s like he was created to not only survive a fight against a dragon, but absolutely destroy them; change my mind.”
Zanj Vs. Tairn
Proposed Victor: Zanj
Expert: a cat, Assistant Marketing Manager
“Okay before anything else, if space-pirate-werewolf-queen Zanj asked me to join her in (un)holy matrimony, I would ascend to her side instantly, madly, and without hesitation. By that metric at least she’s the most powerful combatant of this whole bracket, and I think we should take that into account. Max Gladstone’s phenomenal Empress of Forever chronicles the second conflict between Zanj and her allies against the omnipotent Jade Empress, who can destroy planets with her thoughts. Yeah. Zanj is back for round two. But Tairn won’t be.”
Proposed Victor: Tairn
Expert: Lizzy Hosty, Publishing Strategy Assistant
“I just read Fourth Wing (I’m late to the party, I know), and when I tell you Tairn could literally destroy a whole fleet, I’m so serious. This dragon took on multiple [redacted] and didn’t even flinch. His only weakness would be keeping his rider alive, but for the purposes of this, Tairn has claimed no rider, so he’s practically invincible and nothing could change my mind. He can shoot fire, his teeth are as big as humans, his wing span could crush dozens just accidentally. Need I say more.”
Deoxys Vs. Chronormu
Proposed Victor: Chronormu
Expert: a cat, Assistant Marketing Manager
“Look Deoxys might come from space, but Chronormu helped stave off the invasion of the Burning Legion. Twice. She isn’t afraid. She’s cute, she’s trans, she’s a guardian of the timeways, and when she glances at this silly triangle-island (remember that puzzle? It was awful) and chooses FIGHT, it’ll be a OHKO. Plus Deoxys has base 50 HP, no matter what form it’s in. Flop.”
Proposed Victor: Deoxys
Expert: Tessa Villanueva, Editorial Assistant
“First of all, Deoxys came from outer space from INSIDE A METEOR. You cannot get more metal than that. It was on its way to destroy the world, but it stopped just to have this little battle. It’s capable of using any of its Formes to gain an advantage in battle, whether it’s Normal, Attack, Defense, or Speed. It’s also able to regenerate any part of its body! Not to mention its ultimate signature attack, Psycho Boost–sure, the recoil will lower its special attack, but no one’s going to survive that…”
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Second attempt to install Ubuntu onto a flash drive failed. I got past the part where the installer wanted to copy files from the installer USB so I left to take care of a thing. When I got back I got some error about the bios or something. I've pretty well lost interest in this. Next time I come back to it I'll just install on a hard drive like I'm supposed to.
Speaking of computer stuff my buddy asked me to help him dust out his PC. Seemed like a good excuse to hang out and kill a couple hours. After we got it all back together it wouldn't turn on. The lights on the motherboard lit up so it was getting power but it wouldn't boot. I double checked the connections on everything I unplugged and double checked that the power connections to the board itself didn't get wiggled loose. No luck.
Next step I wanted to see if it was a problem with the power switch. That requires messing with the front panel connectors on the motherboard. The absolute worst part of computer repair. The writing on the board itself that tells you what goes where is tiny and hard as fuck to read and with hands as massive as mine getting the right plug on the right pins sucks.
So we decided to take a break to get some Mexican food and a margarita because alcohol is the absolute best thing I need for such a delicate task.
When we got back I pulled off all the front panel plugs and found the two pins for the power switch. I jumped it with a screwdriver and it fired right up. I plugged the power switch back in and it would not start. I jumped the pins again to make sure I put the plug on the right one. Lather, rinse, repeat for half an hour and I was absolutely sure the power switch did NOT work. So I figured the easiest fix was to plug the reset button in it's place and that fired up just fine. I decided I really didn't want to fuck around with the power & HDD LEDs and he decided he didn't really need them anyway so we fucked off and left them unplugged lol.
So now it works.
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What's this? Another chapter? 😱
⚠ Trigger warning: Jake getting jiggy with it and other rhythmic dyslexia.
Unrecognisable Part 39
Travelling down long, snaking paths of alleys, we finally reached the entrance to the rave. The rave itself was inside an enormous old factory, but it was only accessible on the side through heavy fire escape doors. Two very large, imposing bouncers stood on either side of the doors while a giant mass of ravers lined up waiting to get in. Amazingly the walls of the abandoned factory were soundproofed enough that you could barely hear a sound while standing outside. However, as soon as the doors opened the music poured out.
“Ok, this sucks,” I whined as we joined the end of the line, realising we were going to be waiting several hours to even get in. “Sorry, I didn’t realise it was going to be this popular. There’s no point, let’s just go.”
Jake frowned, “You’re giving up so soon? You’ve been wanting this all day.”
“I don’t want to be waiting all night and I know you sure as hell don’t either,” I pointed out.
Jake looked around then closed his eyes to take a moment to think. When he reopened up them, he spoke very softly to me so no one else would hear, “What if I could get us in?”
“Really?” I questioned out of confusion. “What, sneak in? I don’t want to piss off those bouncers, Jake. Look at them!”
He shook his head and sighed, “We wouldn’t need to sneak in or piss off the bouncers. My only request is that you don’t ask me how. You definitely want this? Do you trust me?”
“Yes I do and I trust you,” I smiled. “If you think you can get us in, do whatever it is you have in mind.”
“Ok, follow me,” Jake nodded.
Jake pushed past the crowd control barriers, then helped me through. All eyes were on us as we walked up the space that would normally be reserved for VIPs. I couldn’t blame them; we did not look to be VIPs in the slightest. One of the bouncers approached Jake and made him stop. Jake spoke in German to the bouncer in a dark tone I never heard him use before. His expression was absolutely stone cold, even when he gestured back to me. He was almost unrecognisable from the Jake I knew. The bouncer looked at me apprehensively as if he wasn’t convinced to let us through. Jake took out his phone and showed the bouncer something on the screen. Suddenly the bouncer was humbled. He stepped back and waved us through.
“Come,” Jake tilted his head towards the door while his eyes were still icy cold.
I nodded nervously and stepped forward. Jake put his arm around me possessively and pulled me close as he opened the door for us to walk through together. Now even the bouncers were watching us closely as we went in. I looked back and saw them radio in as the door closed behind us. Now that we were being blasted with techno music, I had to pull Jake down to speak in his ear so he could hear me.
“Did you just expose yourself?” I asked.
Jake pulled me over to a less crowded area and leant down, “You said you trusted me.”
“I didn’t know it involved revealing your identity,” I glared. “That was not worth skipping the line over!”
“It’s fine,” he shook his head. “I saved us hours of waiting. Now did you want to have a drink first or did you want to go out onto the floor?”
I sighed, “I think I need something hard now.”
Jake smirked, “I’ll get us some drinks. Wait here, ok? I will be back in a few minutes.”
I glanced at the swarm of people around the bar, “So are you going to wave your phone and hack them too?”
“No, I have to fight to get through just like everyone else,” he laughed. “If anyone bothers you, remember you can hold down the home button on your phone, ok?”
“Yeah, sure,” I nodded.
Jake rubbed his thumb over my cheek, then he walked off in the direction of the bar. Once he disappeared into the swarm, I turned my attention to giant sea of people dancing to the music. At the far end of the building I could barely see the DJ behind the strobing lights and fog. There was a huge LED screen behind him displaying synced computer graphics. The longer I stood there, the more I felt the music trying to overtake me. I wanted to get out onto the floor and lose myself to the music already. Dazed, I didn't notice Jake return so when he rubbed the back of his hand against my arm, I jumped.
“That was fast,” I commented as I collected myself.
“I was gone for like fifteen minutes,” he frowned as he handed me a margarita.
I raised my glass to Jake and downed it in one go. He laughed and followed suit with his drink, then took my glass and put them both down. Impatiently I grabbed his hand and dragged him out to the floor. Within seconds we were engulfed by the mob and I was unable to hold back anymore - I completely let myself go to the music. At first Jake was uncomfortable, but as I danced close to him, he began to grind against me. Soon he was as enthralled in the music and the atmosphere as I was. His hands travelled up and down my body, pulling me close to him. I threw my head back and reached behind to pull his head down to my shoulder. Everyone and everything around us faded away like we were the only ones on the floor. The set continued on; songs blending into each other without interruption. Time became an abstract notion to us.
As the night carried on, Jake’s hands became rougher as the lust between us grew. I could feel him all around me, and even with the large crowd and fog machines, I could smell Jake all around me too. It was so intoxicating that I turned around and kissed him deeply. His hands ran down my back and squeezed my ass roughly. Without thinking, I moaned against his lips. At that moment, all I could think about was tearing off our clothes and jumping him. I had to push myself off him otherwise I might have started acting on my urges.
I danced and swayed and rocked with the music, not caring how ridiculous I looked. It wasn’t long before Jake up against me again. I turned away from him and gyrated against him. His hands slipped under my shirt and grabbed at my hips. I could feel his lust for me and it only fuelled mine, but I wasn’t ready to leave yet. I wanted this high to last longer.
Lost in the vibe, it took me a moment to realise Jake had suddenly stopped moving. I turned around and saw him talking to some guy. He glanced back at me and nodded.
Jake leant in, putting his mouth to my ear so I could hear him over the music, “Let’s take a break.”
Reluctantly I agreed and followed Jake as he led the way back out of the mob. Out of nowhere, a drunk reveller bumped into me and knocked me to the side. By the time I righted myself, the crowd had closed the gap and Jake was out of sight. I looked around frantically, trying to find him, but it was impossible to spot a guy with black hair amongst the many other people with black hair. A stoned guy came up to me and tried to get me to dance with him. I shoved him to the side, but his buddy was not only more persistent, but larger and didn’t budge when I tried to get rid of him. The first guy came up behind me and felt me up while I was sandwiched between them. I stomped on his foot, but he didn’t back off. Losing my shit, I went to knee his friend, but suddenly someone else pushed him aside. I had expected to see Jake, but it was a woman instead. She yelled out something in German, then turned to me to check to see if I was ok. As she looked at me, her eyes widenedin recognition.
“What the fuck are you doing here!?” Trix screamed over the music. “Why are you alone!?”
I gestured to the crowd and motioned for us to get off the floor. Trix nodded and together we pushed through to get out of the mob.
“We got separated!” I shouted over the music as we stepped off the floor.
“Fucking great! You brought him to a fucking candy store! One where he knows the owner and gets the family & friends discount! What the fuck were you thinking!?” she glared.
“We only had one drink!” I defended and took out my phone. “We just got separated.”
She shook her head at me, “If you got separated, then why isn’t he looking for you?” I glanced up from my phone back at Trix. “He lost you on purpose!”
“He wouldn’t do that!” I insisted as I held down the home button on my phone.
“No, he would and he has!” Trix put her hands on her hips. “It’s not safe for you here. You need to leave. Now. Before his old crew find out about you!”
“What are you talking about?” I frowned.
“He didn’t tell you? The asshole that kept feeding him drugs runs this show!” Trix waved her arms around. “I got in by special invite, but I’m guessing Jake had to leverage his past affiliation to get in here.”
“He didn’t tell me,” I said exasperated.
“Yeah and now you need to get the fuck out of here!” Trix pointed towards the exit.
“Without Jake? No fucking way!” I exclaimed.
“Forget him at this point! You need to worry about yourself!” she pressured.
“Why? I thought you said they were friends,” I questioned.
“Just believe me when I say I know from experience that you do not want their kind of special attention!” she stressed.
“No, tell me! I’m sick of these games! Why should I fear them?” I demanded.
“There you are!” Jake suddenly came up and put his arm around me. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Trix?”
“You are so full of shit,” she rolled her eyes. “Why the fuck would you bring her here!?”
“It was my idea!” I interjected. “He didn’t want to, but I made him, ok?”
“Like fuck it was your idea! It’s all his fucking mind games!” Trix gestured wildly.
“Trix, it’s fine. I won’t let anyone near her,” he assured her.
“Oh, you’re doing a bang up job so far!” she spat.
I shifted uncomfortably, “At some point someone needs to explain this to me!”
Jake looked at me with a regretful expression, “Not now, ok?”
“You remember how he drugged you the other day? Wait, you do know he drugged you, right?” she narrowed her eyes.
“Good night, Trix,” Jake tried to turn me away from her.
I resisted Jake, “No, I want to hear what she has to say!”
“Ask yourself, who the fuck do you think supplied him with that shit!? Shit that makes people forget everything that happens to them!” she stepped back shaking her head. “Get the fuck out of here before they decide to target you, MC!”
“Ignore her, ok? You have nothing to worry about. No one is going to lay a hand on you,” Jake put his hands on my shoulders to encourage me to look at him. “Let’s head back to the floor.”
“I don’t think Trix is the type to make such warnings without reason,” I argued.
“I wouldn’t have ever brought you here if I thought you were in any danger that I couldn’t handle,” Jake insisted. “Some shit happened in the past that I am not proud of and Trix was a victim in that, but it won’t happen again.”
“I think I want to go,” I declared.
Jake at first reacted hurt, but then nodded in acceptance that the mood was ruined. He took my hand and led the way towards the exit. However, as we approached the exit, the bouncer from outside stood in front of the door, stopping us from leaving. I glanced up at Jake and saw he was giving the bouncer a death glare. I wondered for a moment if Jake even had a chance against the man. The bouncer was mildly amused by Jake’s threat but pointed towards the stairs.
“So much for nothing happening,” I sighed.
“I am sorry. I will make it quick, ok? I know they can be absolute assholes, but try to tolerate them as best as you can. I sincerely apologise for anything shit they say,” Jake shouted over the music. He redirected us towards the stairs. He paused and leant over to whisper in my ear, “Do not, under any circumstance, consume anything.”
#duskwood#duskwood fanfiction#duskwood jake x mc#duskwood jake#unrecognisable fanfic#sorry to disappoint on the trigger warnings#maybe next time I'll write a more light hearted scene#for those that don't understand try looking up synonyms for the word 'dance'#i'll stop with the tags now
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Episode fifteen! I took a sneak peek at the title and, uh… I think this might be an important one. My sister did specifically ask me if I had gotten to an episode called what this episode is called. And I guess I have now. I’ve also been informed that the last episode was the last happy episode of season two, so I have that prospect to look forward to too.
So we begin with Luz waking up in a strange place with ominous music playing in the background. Always a good sign of what’s to come. Luz is wearing Eda’s old grudgby jacket again and the hallway she finds herself in is lined with artwork depicting Emperor Belos.
It’s kinda hard to make out details on some of the paintings, but if we look on the left we can see that the closest one seems to show Belos leading a group of people away from a burning building or town. And maybe it’s just the perspective that’s kinda wonky, but his mask looks like it’s askew, like he didn’t put it on properly.
The second painting seems to show him standing among a group of people. Preaching the Titan’s will, if I had to guess. Something that may also be of note is that in the two paintings on the left that I can clearly make out, his hair is out. He usually hides his hair in the present and if we look at the pantings on the right side, his hair is hidden in those. His clothes also look a lot different between pictures, so I’m going to say that the paintings on the left depict his early days while the ones on the right are more modern depictions.
Speaking of those, let’s talk about them. I’m actually going to go in reverse order, starting with the ones furthest away from Luz. It’s hard to make out, but it kinda looks like Belos standing with his back towards the viewer, like he’s overlooking something. The background looks red and orange, maybe fire? Like something is burning?
The one in the middle I again have a little trouble telling exactly what the background is supposed to be, but it depicts Belos standing at the center with light coming from behind him. Looking very heroic or divine.
Finally, the painting that’s closest to Luz on the right which is the most interesting one. It shows Belos standing brave and steadfast, towering over the Owlbeast, with Lilith, Luz & King covering next to the witch turned monster. There is fire in the foreground, threatening to consume out heroes.
The common theme throughout these is showing Belos as a hero, a man of the Titan chosen to usher in a new era.
And wow. I did not mean to spend this long talking about artwork. I also probably didn’t need to squint at my computer screen, trying discern small details in the background when the show is probably going to show me them up close in a few seconds once I hit play again. Then again, a certain technicolor celestial told me to keep an eye on the background in this episode.
You and me both Luz, how did you even?
No, wait, this has precedent, this is basically just the plot of Understanding Willow, but with a bad guy instead. Call this episode Understanding Philip.
The point is, we’ve seen this before. We’ve seen this kind of magic before performed by Eda and we’ve seen a similar space with paintings depicting important moments in a person’s life inside Willow’s mind. The real question is how in the world Luz managed to get not just herself but Hunter trapped in the Emperor’s mind. Even she doesn’t seem to know, thought that could just be a side effect of the magic messing with her memory for a few seconds.
Unlike Willow’s mind which manifested itself as a forest clearing with lots of nice trees (even if some of them were on fire), Belos’ mind is manifested as a shadowy corridor that looks like it’s probably cold. It also looks like it goes on for a long bit, which makes sense for someone that old.
Oh, and we also saw the name plaque for the painting depicting Belos towering over Eda as the Owlbeast, Lilith, Luz & King. It’s called the Triumph Over Wild Magic and it shows Belos defeating our heroes and with them, wild magic. Now this obviously hasn’t happened… yet… I hope. So maybe this is like… a dream or a wish he has. A future plan or scenario he has played out in his head.
Unless the painting is actually supposed to depict the events of Young Blood, Old Souls. Which it could be, Lilith is wearing the same dress she wore while she served the Emperor… although Belos might not know what she looks like currently. King’s horn also looks like it might’ve been repaired. I say might’ve, because it does look like one horn is longer than the other.
Oh, and we also got a slightly better look a the second painting on the left. It is indeed Belos standing in a crowd, showing off some magic sparks he made and the people just love it.
Hollow Mind. I was wondering about what the title could mean. And with the reveal of this being all within Belos’ mind, the meaning becomes quite apparent. Because it is within his Mind and it’s Hollow. This is the writers very subtly telling us Belos is an idiot.
All my joking aside, this is really exciting! Tremendously exciting! We’re going to learn more about Belos and Luz and Hunter are going to learn more about Belos! There are any number of interesting and also awful things they and we could find out! Like, for example… Luz is almost certainly going to find out about Belos origins as Philip Wittebane. Hunter might find out about his father, Philip’s as-of-yet-unnamed brother… or he might find out if that one theory I have is true.
So Hunter (somehow) heard about plot to invade the Emperor’s mind and tracked the rebels down. Said rebels, being Raine, Darius and Eberwolf (who turns out to be a traitor after all) dressed in disguises only barely better than the ones the B.A.t.T:s were wearing in Eda’s Requiem. They decided that the best place to perform this ritual would be in the middle of the town.
I watched a few seconds further, and Darius adds some purple liquid to a clear liquid, which results in a bright golden yellow liquid that looks kinda similar to Eda’s elixirs. He places the vial on the ground and prepares to smash it.
The large spell circle on the ground kinda reminds me of a glyph circle, only missing the glyphs.
We’ve seen this kind of mind invasion magic before, performed by Eda, but it looks a lot different. Which is probably because these three can only perform their respective magics thanks to the coven brands, so they have to use this more complicated set-up rather than just wave their hands around like Eda did.
Ah, I see Luz has finally awakened her ability to break the fourth wall. Now she will be truly unstoppable.
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