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suzukiblu · 6 months

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Day twenty-three of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon.

So alright, Tim may have made some miscalculations here. Or at least one very serious miscalculation, anyway. Kon is a hopeless flirt who always wants attention and to be the most interesting person in the room, and so perhaps inserting Tim Drake into his life as a person determined to give him attention and treat him like the most interesting person in the room while also flirting back was not, in fact, the best plan.

Or, more succinctly: Tim is a fucking idiot.

After the mall, where Tim nearly fell off that bench twice more and Kon showed him everything he’d picked out to try on and Tim bought him literally every single piece of it that fit, some of it in multiple colors, and Kon, the bastard, then decided to wear the strap-covered leather pants and S-shield crop top out into actual public for the rest of their not-date, because he is, again, a bastard who Tim had to eat lunch with in the food court while he was smugly preening and peacocking in his stupid leather pants and crop top–after the mall, Tim realized he had a problem, and that problem was a) everything about Superman and Cadmus but especially actually-claimed-to-be-a-decent-person Superman and also b) Kon might actually like him as a person. Like. Genuinely and actually like him.

That is definitely not something Tim planned for. Not in one single solitary contingency plan did he ever even consider “Kon actually liking Tim Drake as a person” as being a potential issue. Kon should have better taste than that, for one thing. Tim Drake is a photography nerd and a nerd-nerd and he's not all that interesting or attractive. He has weird taste in video games and only likes the role-playing games that literally nobody actually plays. And he isn't even that good at skateboarding!

It has occurred to Tim, perhaps, that while Kon definitely is and always has been a flirt, he may have been basing his previous personal assumptions about how "serious" any more focused forms of flirting have been less on Kon himself and more on other people's reactions to said flirting. That it might not be Kon who's getting bored and moving on at the drop of a hat.

Meaning, for all he knows Kon only really hits on people he's actually interested in and is simultaneously absolutely attention-starved enough to devote himself to anyone who so much as implies any kind of reciprocal interest.

So that's . . . something to take under consideration, possibly. And be wary of, possibly.

Except . . .

It's kind of bad that Tim wants to just lean into it, isn't it. That he wants to–wants to encourage it.

That he wants to devote himself back to that devotion in turn and see just how far it goes.

Yeah, that cannot be a healthy thought process to be having, under the circumstances.

But Tim's having it, all the same. And it wouldn't be that bad, would it? He actually does like Kon, for starters. He's not trying to use him or take advantage of him. Manipulate him a little, yeah, obviously, but Tim is pretty sure he's literally incapable of not manipulating the people he cares about at this point in his life, so . . .

Possibly he should work on that? Like, come to think.

But that's a later-problem. Somewhere between now and supervillainy.

Anyway, Superman decided it was perfectly fucking fine to leave Kon in a literal fucking lab that wasn't even paying or educating him or anything, so Tim feels pretty secure in his current moral high ground. He is the Obi-Wan Kenobi of this situation and he has absolutely no reservations about that fact.

At least as long as Kon's happy, anyway.

Tim could maybe make him happy, he's realizing. Like . . . if Kon really does like him like that, he means. He could get him a homey little place in Gotham, like a studio downtown or maybe a small estate in Bristol, and he could take him on dates to actually nice places, and he could hang out with him on the weekends and play whatever video games he's into. They could actually spend time together where Kon doesn't think he has to be either “cool” or just like Superman, and where Tim doesn't have to be professional and emotionally distant. Time where Kon could be a normal guy and Tim wouldn't have to wear a mask.

It's . . . tempting.

Really, really tempting.

Anyway, that's why Tim is currently planning the nicest and least-ethical date of his life while on patrol with Nightwing. Japanese food is still probably his best bet, since neither Gotham nor Metropolis is exactly spoiled for Hawaiian food and actually flying Kon all the way to Hawaii might be coming on a little bit too strong for a first date, and obviously he's not going to make Kon fly him there. He's the one planning this date, and he will not be cheating said planning or skimping on the budget by taking advantage of anyone's superpowers.

Besides, Kon still doesn't actually have superspeed so it'd probably take like eight hours to get there. At least six, depending on the weather and the headwind. And it wouldn't exactly make for prime small-talk time, either.

So yeah, Japanese food is sounding better and better. The only Hawaiian food Tim's actually tracked down around here with decent reviews is a food truck, and that's just not “nice first date” vibes. He promised Kon someplace nice for their actual official first date, and he is gonna deliver on said “nice” or die trying.

Possibly literally, considering.

“You seem a little distracted, baby bird,” Dick says as he pulls him up out of the filthy waters of the Gotham River. Tim considers explaining Kon's thighs to him, then resolves to never, ever explain Kon's thighs to him.

“Sorry,” he says. “I have a YJ-related op to plan and I'm having trouble keeping my mind off it.”

“Understandable,” Dick says, then yanks them both behind a dumpster as Two-Face's latest crop of dichotomous thugs catch up again and bullets start flying. “Maybe right now is not the ideal time for that, though?”

Tim wonders if Bludhaven has decent Hawaiian food.

“Valid,” he says. “Hey, do you think a planetarium is a stupid date idea?”

“That depends entirely on who the date is with,” Dick says, pulling out his escrima sticks. Tim takes the cue to grab and extend his bo. “Nothing’s stupid if it'd make the person you're taking happy. Four o'clock.”

“Thanks,” Tim says as he whips a birdarang into the gun hand of the guy running up behind them. Dick has a point, really, but unfortunately not a point that is helpful when planning a date with a teammate Tim actually still doesn’t know all that much about the interests and hobbies of. He knows Kon is interested in Krypton, but that doesn’t mean he’s interested in astronomy or space in general. It’s likelier he only cares about Krypton because of Superman, and maybe his own DNA.

Tim remembers Kon saying he’d never seen anything from Krypton but kryptonite before, which means he is in fact the person who introduced Kon to the first piece of Krypton he ever saw and he did it in an attempt to take him out while Kon was under Poison Ivy’s influence, which is frankly terrible but not as terrible as the fact Superman only just introduced him to anything else about Krypton.

On that note, Tim needs to work on those plans for weaponized red sunlight this weekend. Maybe after he gets Japanese food with Kon and embarrasses himself by taking him to the planetarium.

Would he like the aquarium, maybe? It might remind him of Hawaii, and Hawaii probably still feels more like home to him than anywhere else does, so it’s at least a valid hypothesis. Then again, he probably preferred the beach and sky to the marine life. Admittedly, Tim doesn’t actually know that, so it’s still a possibility.

“I didn’t know you were seeing anyone,” Dick says.

“I’m not,” Tim only technically lies, whipping another series of birdarangs around the corner of the dumpster, along with a few smoke pellets. They take the cover and run for better positions. “I’m theorizing, that’s all.”

“Theorizing a date you don’t have anyone to take on?” Dick asks in amusement. “Is that a thing you do a lot of, baby bird?”

“No,” Tim definitely lies. “I was just thinking about when I used to go out with Spoiler and how to translate that to civilian dating. It’s . . . an issue. Especially after how things went with the last civilian I tried to date.”

Not that Kon’s a civilian, obviously, but he needs to keep thinking Tim Drake is one. Therefore, patrol dates are still out. And really wouldn’t count as taking him anywhere “nice” anyway, really. Tim needs to step up his game. At least, like, undercover at a gala or something. Or maybe on a yacht.

Actually, maybe Kon would like to go to a yacht party? Does Kon like boats? Did he do boats in Hawaii? Was that a thing?

Possible option to research, again. Note to self.

“Not dating civilians helps,” Dick offers helpfully, then leaps into the air with the kind of height most people couldn’t get off a rocket-powered springboard and comes down in the middle of a cluster of disoriented goons with his sticks already electric and crackling. Tim is both incredibly jealous and duly impressed. “Just in my experience, mind!”

“Please explain to me who in the community you think I could possibly date when B won’t even let me tell Young Justice my first name or be seen in public with the team at all,” Tim says dubiously, following the path he’s cleared and sweeping up a few stragglers with his staff as he does. It’s one thing not to tell a civilian you’re a superhero, but to not tell another superhero about your civilian life . . . “Any suggestions. Go right ahead.”

“. . . maybe you should just go ask Spoiler to take you back, buddy,” Dick says with a bit of a wince, not unsympathetically.

“That would incredibly stupid of me, seeing as we came to a mutual agreement that we shouldn’t date specifically because B wouldn’t let me tell her my name,” Tim says dryly.

“So anyway, civilians!” Dick says brightly, doing a very complicated and fancy-looking backflip that somehow ends up in a roundhouse kick that takes out three guys at once and then landing feet-first on a fourth’s head, because Nightwing is a terrifying badass like that. Tim, again, is jealously impressed. “I hate to say it but you need to case-by-case basis this, Robin, there’s no ‘one size dates all’, you know?”

“That’d be a lot more convenient,” Tim sighs, jabbing his staff into a few joints and then tripping one of the more dogged grunts with it. She hits the ground face-first with a yelp and the distinct crunch of a breaking nose. Tim might feel a bit bad about that if she and her whole crew weren’t actively trying to murder them for the crime of inconveniencing an arms deal. That seems like a very disproportionate response to him, honestly. When he’s running the Gotham underworld, he’s going to make it very clear to his foot soldiers that unnecessary escalation is not actually a useful long-term survival strategy. It just doesn’t go well, historically speaking. “What if I just throw money at them? Is throwing money at them a valid strategy?”

“Not even slightly,” Dick says dryly.

Tim thinks that’s probably not true under these specific circumstances, though he supposes offering fiscal security isn’t the best first move in flirting. Probably not romantic enough or whatever.

Tim thinks taking care of someone for the entire rest of their life is perfectly romantic, actually, but fine, he’ll buy some damn aquarium tickets and then do the bank fraud.

Nobody wants to commit these days.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #young just us #young justice #long post #rinfic #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon

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stranger-rants · 9 months

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What I find interesting in all of the “Billy is worse than Henry Creel” discourse is that there is a widely-loved character who was groomed by Henry, abused by Brenner, isolated (albeit with good intentions) by Hopper, and shows more violent tendencies than Billy ever did: Eleven.

Eleven is a violent character who uses her power - power nobody else has - to exert her will. She forces a boy to piss himself in front of his classmates. She attacks Lucas for arguing with Mike. She attacks a man in the dead of winter, knocks him unconscious, and steals his clothing - possibly killing him if he doesn’t wake up before freezing to death. She tries to lash out at Angela with her powers, and later beats her face in with a roller skate. She even ripped Max’s skateboard from under her just for being near Mike. Hell, one of the very first things we see her do is break a doctor’s neck when they try to force her into solitary confinement.

All of these things are trauma responses. Bullying, raised voices, loss of control, desperation for survival - all of these things trigger aggression in Eleven just as Neil’s abuse and isolation trigger it in Billy. They’re both teenagers with a history of abuse and little to no support system. They’re both “bad” abuse survivors (except Billy didn’t even survive). So why are people so critical of Billy, but not Eleven? Is it her age, her gender, or the fact that her violence is mostly fantastical in nature?

Eleven is such an interesting character, but people are too busy infantilizing her to really think deeply about her trauma. She has a lot of empathy, but she’s also been groomed to use violence as a means to solve her problems. No one is teaching her how to cope with these new situations around her. Any time she does something wrong, she’s punished or she’s yelled at. She’s left feeling angry and ashamed and she’s got few healthy outlets for that. She has all of these complicated emotions inside of her, and that’s how she is able to relate to Billy. It’s also how she’s easily manipulated by others into doing what they want her to do - Papa, Henry, …even her own friends who she’s seeking approval, but it’s through her friends that she’s assigned as a “good survivor” who has “righteous” rage because the people she hurt “deserved” it, and it’s for that reason that so many people don’t want to have an open and honest discussion about what trauma can do to children, especially making them violent.

#asks

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bakawitch · 3 months

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Modern au dark magician girl headcanons?

Usually, I headcanon her as a riot. She's a party girl and a friend who's always got your back. She can literally take care of everything somehow. She has a loud and colourful personality that just seems to draw everyone in. In my random fics that will most likely never see the light of day, she sometimes dates Kisara and I like giving her jobs in entertainment (usually she's an idol because she just gives off the vibes). But she's also rowdy and adventurous. She's the type of person to try cliff diving just to experience the rush and see what it's like. I also like giving her a skateboard on occasion. Sometimes, I also headcanon her and tkb randomly getting on really well for the laughs because they make a really interesting and fun duo.

Another running theme in my unconnected headcanons of her is crystals and modern witchcraft. I tend to focus on what sort of crystal jewellery she wears, what sigil like scribbles she doodled on her hand/arm/notebook out of boredom, and how it affects her living space. Whenever I describe her room or flat, I always give it cosy witchy vibes, with potted herbs, altars, incense burners, books on modern magic, astrology and the like, and the occasional tarot deck which could be a Duel Monsters deck based on the setting. I also like to imagine her room in a sort of controlled, organised chaotic state. And usually, she never lives alone. She always has a flatmate or someone she lives with because I can't really see her as the solitary type.

#baka continues the dmg rambles #yugioh #yugioh dm #ygo dm #dark magician girl #black magician girl #mana #ygo mana #ask #baka stuff

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innytoes · 1 year

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Winter/X-mas Prompts #6: Pretending to be a dragon when breathing out steam in the cold air, Willie pairing of your choice

From his perch on the mountain, the dragon surveilled the kingdom. Sure, they sent knights to try and get rid of him, to chase him away, but he would not budge. He breathed fire at anyone who got too close, roaring (and kicking) when necessary. Dragons were big and strong and could go wherever they wanted, fly far far away from anyone who was mean to them.

"William, I said come down, right now!" the social worker shouted at him.

Willie roared, breathing fire at her. The monkey bars were icy under his bare hands, but he wasn't coming down. He didn't want to meet any new parents for Parents Day. They never liked him anyway. He was too loud and too weird and too fidgety and he never gave the right answers to their questions.

So instead, he was a dragon. Dragons were solitary creatures who didn't need anyone, anyway. The steam of his breath in the cold air obscured the face of the scowling social worker, and he grinned triumphantly. "Dragons don't need to come down," he told her haughtily. “They live way up in the mountains.” Besides, he had two stolen candy bars in his pockets, he could even skip lunch if he had to. And if they sent him to bed without dinner, he had another stash they hadn't found yet.

"What horde are you protecting?" Someone behind him asked. He whirled around on the top of the monkey bars, gripping them tightly to avoid falling even though the cold metal kind of hurt.

"What's a horde?" Willie asked, curious. The man was wearing a coat that looked almost like a cape, and Willie could see the bright purple lining on the inside. He looked like he'd know a lot about dragons.

"Dragons always collect things they like most, and keep it in a great big pile that they protect," the man explained. "That's their horde. What is yours?"

Willie thought about it. The man didn't seem annoyed he didn't answer immediately, like the Parents did. "Skateboards," he said. He's always wanted a skateboard. Some of the older kids had them, but they hardly ever shared, and they laughed when he fell over. "And Mars bars."

The man nodded sagely. "That sounds like a horde worth protecting," he said. He looked at the social worker. "This one," he said, and Willie nearly fell off the monkey bars when he realised what the man meant.

He'd been picked. He hadn't even been trying, and he'd finally been picked. It turned out he did know how to answer questions right, as long as they were the right questions.

#julie and the phantoms #fanfic #I wrote a thing #kid!fic #caleb covington #willie throckmorton #weird but well-meaning foster dad caleb covington #he sees a little chaos gremlin and is like: okay yeah I wanna meet that one #yes he buys willie a skateboard and a mars bar on the way home

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abookishdreamer · 2 years

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Character Intro: Hades (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Mr. Gloom by Aphrodite

Dear Brother by Zeus

Aidoneus by Rhea

The Soulless One, The Unseen One, The Silent One, Lord of the Dead by the people in Olympius

Age- 22 (immortal)

Location- The Underworld

Personality- Hades is extremely solitary and independent. He’s intensely bitter and distant because of how he got his start in life. He has crippling anxiety and low self-esteem, mostly due to his traumatic experience with his father. He’s not very fond of having conversations, only speaking to those he considers his friends, which are few. Hades is extremely intelligent and he remains impartial and fair when conducting his affairs in his domain and in Olympius. He’s also known to have a dark and twisted sense of humor.

As god of the dead & riches, his powers/abilities include necromancy, umbrakinesis, limited geokinesis (controlling/summoning the earth's gems & metals), having an innate sense of people's life auras, pyrokinesis (his flame burns blue), invisibility (through use of his helm), teleportation, and communicating with/shapeshifting into his sacred animals- like black rams, serpents, and screech owls.

Hades has a deep rooted resentment towards his baby brother Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning). He looks down on the many affairs his brother has and his continual embarrassment of his wife Hera (goddess of women & marriage). He feels that his baby brother was their mother’s favorite. Hades is more tolerant of his other younger brother Poseidon (god of the sea & earthquakes) since they both went through being eaten by Kronos (Titan god of the harvest, time, & fate). He also loathes the fact that he's the only one out of his brothers that mostly resembles their father.

Hades covers up the many healed scars covering his chest, legs, and back (due to being burned by Kronos’ stomach acid) with intricate tattoos, which were done by his nephew Ares.

A notable symbol of his is his platinum bident.

He’s aware of his low approval rating amongst most people of Olympius, but Hades doesn’t care one way or another. Despite his low approval rating, they like his realm’s imports- pomegranates and Hades’ brand of cigarettes (Plutopack). Its slogan “You’ll want to die soon” cracks him up.

He drinks his coffee how he likes his women, “steaming hot and black."

He stopped trying to get more pets after Cerberus kept eating them.

Hades met his current girlfriend Minthe in New Olympus during one of Zeus’ club openings. She was working there as a waitress. The valet gave them each other’s car keys by mistake, so Hades ended up returning her car at a parking garage. They ended up hooking up in the backseat. The only other relationship he had was with an oceanic nymph named Leuce, which he refuses to talk about.

Hades allowed his good friend and advisor Hecate (goddess of magic & witchcraft) to do the interior design of his modern style mansion. He keeps his most prized possession (his Helm of Invisibility) in an onyx case. In his garage (aside from his chariot), he also has a collection of vintage cars- his favorite being the dark blue & gold Rolls-Royce.

His favorite frozen treat is dark chocolate pomegranate ice cream.

With his family (and the pantheon), Hades is closest with his sister-in-law Hera, his niece Hebe (goddess of youth), and his nephews Dionysus (god of wine), Hermes, & Ares (god of war). He's also cordial with Hestia (goddess of the hearth). Hades is friends with Despoina (goddess of the arcadian mysteries, frost, winter, & shadows), Neféloma (goddess of space & dark matter), Thanatos (god of death), Nemesis (goddess of retribution), Charon (Ferryman of the Underworld), and Hypnos (god of sleep). He looks up to Nyx (goddess of the night) & Erebus (god of darkness). Hades also tolerates The Furies & The Moirai and he associates with Moros (god of doom).

In his free time, he enjoys skateboarding, listening to classical music as well as jazz, doing charcoal drawings & portraits, playing ice hockey, poker, writing poetry, lava surfing, billiards, reading, and chess. Hades even competes in chess tournaments in New Olympus, disguised as a young mortal man named Christos Michelakis. He’s won 1st place titles for the past few years.

Hades lost his virginity to Empusa (goddess of shapeshifting).

He’s in therapy, but he hasn’t seen his therapist Harpocrates (god of silence & discretion) in a while.

Being the richest deity, Hades has access to all the gems underground, taking up jewelry making as a little hobby.

His favorite holiday to celebrate is the Winter Solstice. The Underworld goes all out when they have its annual Winter Solstice festival.

He's in a makeshift deathcore metal band called Death Theater with Charon, Thanatos, and Hypnos. He plays bass electric guitar & sings- with them mostly performing for fun. They have released many of their songs online.

Hades believes he lacks the aptitude to cook, so ordering takeout is the only way of sustaining himself. He frequents Olympic Chef, a popular fast food joint in New Olympus. His go-to order is two double bacon olympian burgers cooked medium rare with extra pickles & mushrooms, a feta chicken sandwich, a mini pomegranate pie, two large fries with extra spicy tzatziki dipping sauce, and a large blackberry soda. Hermes usually brings it for him. He also enjoys a glass of red wine.

"They can say what they want. Everyone ends up in The Underworld eventually."

#my oc #hades greek mythology #hades god #my character #oc character #my oc character #oc intro #character intro #oc introduction #character introduction #modern greek mythology #modern greek gods #greek myth retellings #greek gods #hades and persephone #greek mythology #greek pantheon

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findmeagreenlight · 2 years

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The thing is, these three conversations are all about something slightly different.

The first is El and Mike connecting because they have both been bullied. El understands that Mike was reluctant to tell her, she understands the kind of shame and fear or retaliation that it brings, that he didn't want her to see him differently.

The second is Will and Mike talking about their respective traumas: Will about his visions of the Upside Down and Mike reciprocates by sharing that he sometimes still thinks he sees El, even though she is likely dead. Neither of them know what is reality and what is hallucination. Mike has never mentioned this to anyone else before and Will doesn't want to tell the others because he doesn't want to be viewed in a less positive light, doesn't want to be treated differently - which the others already do. That's why Mike says El would get it.

The El and Mike conversation in s4 isn't just about being bullied, it's specifically about their reactions to it.

It's established in s1 that Mike (and the Party) try to ignore bullies or relent to them. It's only with El present that Mike first tries to fight back, regardless of whether he wants to impress her or is inspired by her. But he never succeeds in fighting back - El does.

She intervenes at Will's memorial and when Troy threatens Dustin with a knife. Mike would rather jump off a cliff than have a friend hurt in the fight: he does something very brave but very, very stupid. He would have died by being a live shield for Dustin.

El doesn’t turn the other cheek: she has the ability to go up against others. She wants to hurt back when she’s hurt, which is understandable considering her awful upbringing where she was actually encouraged to hurt living beings. Remember when they wanted to make her hurt/kill a cat? She wasn't willing to so they tried to force her into solitary confinement, which she was scared of. She became so upset she killed the two people bringing her there - threw one into a wall and snapped the other's neck. Brenner praises her for it.

When Mike and Lucas started fighting in front of her in s1, El threw Lucas across the field to make them stop. When she first sees Max with Mike, she pulls the skateboard out from under her. When she and Hopper have a fight in s2, she brings half the house down: she throws a book at Hopper, pushes the couch into him, makes a bookcase fall over and when she screams in frustration, the glasses shatter. Hopper asks, "what the hell is wrong with you?"

(Hopper also doesn't handle this fight well and has some physical reactions like slamming the door, slamming his hand on the table etc. but he never directs it at her. It's El who escalates when she can't counter being grounded. They both have anger issues, like father, like daughter.)

Her fear isn't about hurting people in general (she has no issues with self-defense) rather that her reaction will be too extreme for the situation, get someone permanently hurt and she will later regret it - and how that would change the way others looks at her.

In s4 she suppresses that instinct to get back at Angela so much that when she comes to a boiling point her reaction is too extreme for the situation. Angela was awful but she didn't resort to physical harm so El shouldn't have either, as cathartic as it must have felt.

El is afraid of causing more harm than warranted, especially to people without powers. It’s loss of control, both over her powers and over her reactions/emotions in distressing situations. Mike can't understand that because he can't throw people into walls out of sheer emotion or open a portal to the Upside Down in sheer terror. He tells El in season 1 she's not a monster because she saved him - but would he still think the same if Will was permanently lost? El's actions, with intent or not, have greater consequences than Mike's.

That's why when he says "They just don't know you", it's not comforting: when El wanted to break up the Lucas-Mike fight and instead got Lucas hurt, Mike got upset with her too. Him starting a scuffle with Lucas was unlikely to cause serious damage. But El throwing Lucas across the field could have and made Dustin and Mike scared for him when he wouldn't wake up immediately.

Again with the "what is wrong with you?" Quite a contrast to Brenner's "Incredible."

That is why she had to confront her past and Brenner's manipulative role in it in season 4: to know herself more, thus have greater control and alleviate some of the guilt and responsibility she's been shouldering since opening the gate. And that's why it was good she heard Max's own struggle to forgive herself: El worried about doing too much in a moment led by emotion; Max worried she hadn't done enough.

And I imagine next season she will need to decide how much harm she is willing to do when it's not a momentary but a well-considered decision - leading us back to Kali.

#stranger things #elmike #el hopper #stranger typing

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lucxboyce · 1 year

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❝ I like storms. they let me know even the sky screams sometimes. ❞ ❝Oh, we’ve got to hold on, ready or not. You live for the fight when it’s all that you’ve got. ❞

Is that THOMAS DOHERTY? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually LUCAS BOYCE { cis man, he/him }. He is/are a 27/150 year old HELLHOUND. He is an TATTOO ARTIST can easily be found at SCARLET ROSE PEIRCING & TATTOO or GRAFITTI SKATE PARK. He is known for being STUBBORN, SARCASTIC, and REBELLIOUS but also ENERGETIC, CHARMING, and LOYAL. You could probably bribe them with A RARE VINTAGE VINYL or piss them off by BEING A GENERAL ASSHOLE. { marie, 27, est, she/her } .

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Character Name: Lucas James Boyce

Nickname: Lu, Luke, Luc, LJ

Age: 150 (27)

Birthday: January 18th, 1772

Gender/Pronouns: Cis male, He/Him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Face claim: Thomas Doherty

Occupation: Tattoo Artist/Shopkeeper at the record store

How long they’ve been in Santos: 150 years

Currently Lives: Sunnyside - roommates with Damien Ardeleanu

Inspo: Spotify | Pinterest

Personality

outspoken

dauntless

energetic

rebellious

stubborn

sarcastic

Key Points:

Lucas was born into a family full of trouble and dismay - unwanted. His parents tossed him to the side and he found himself part of the foster care system which had only started about twenty years prior in 1852.

It was hell - he was given to one family after another, each one finding a reason to give him back. He was too loud, too aggressive, too temperamental, too hyperactive.

Eventually, Lucas landed with the Boyce family that took him in when he was twelve and adopted him into their household located in Saints, Alaska. He became one of three kids, the youngest of all.

From that point forward, Lucas finally felt like he somewhat belongs but still, he always searches for the unfilled need to be wanted. Perhaps it’s something he’ll never have.

Growing up in Saints meant that the supernatural were not anything new or different. It became quite normal and Lu had made friends with various supernatural creatures.

He had one great love when he was twenty but the person completely broke his heart. They were a werewolf and Lucas had fallen entirely in love with them. So much so that after being together for two years, Lucas decided to become a werewolf so they could be together forever.

The change didn’t go as planned, however, and Lucas died in the process of turning. But the kicker was... he didn’t stay dead.

Lucas came back as a hellhound - an abomination.

His partner left and Lucas was unwanted and alone.

It took him a long time to find his footing and it wasn’t until he met another hellhound that helped him figure out his new life that he was able to settle into his life.

However, in the process of readjusting, Lucas has taken more lives than he cares to even think about. Feeding without killing was absolutely impossible and he was so grateful when the knowledge of blood bags came to his knowledge. It doesn’t sate the inner monster in him but he doesn’t care.

Lucas has travelled in and out of Los Santos through out the years but for the most part, he’s stayed in town and made a life for himself and is known in town.

He lives a pretty solitary life - partially due to his new nature but partially because, once more, he feels unwanted. unwanted by humanity, vampires and werewolves.

He currently works at the tattoo shop under Damien and as shop keeper of the record store.

More to come, i'm sure!

Head Canons:

A flirt through and through but anything more than sex is a no-no. You can’t be hurt if you keep a distance!

Will forever think that the 90′s were the best years of humanity. He wears typical 90′s grunge 85% of the time and is stuck in 90′s rock era.

Absolutely - absolutely - plays Livin’ on a Prayer in the tattoo shop whenever he can get away with it. On repeat and gives zero fucks. Come at him!

Is a skateboarder and loves to skate.

A chronice silly tattoo person - his tattoos are all over the place and have no central theme. He gets what he wants regardless of how dumb it is. This man has a tattoo of a cartoon cat licking itself and like 5 SpongeBob tattoos.

Music snob - he will love to bond over vinyls

Lucas hates being a hellhound and rarely shifts because of it, outside of the new moon. He absolutely refuses to show any one his hellhound form. Not even his best friend has seen him.

Can speak English, Latin, French and German.

Wanted Connections:

CLICK HERE FOR THE FULL LIST OF HIS WANTED CONNECTIONS

His Ex and The One who Turned Him: Lucas thought he had found the love of his life. They have been dating for a few years and Lu was on the verge of marriage with this person but he wanted to be turned to share their life together before that. Their partner agreed, eager and excited. What neither expected was that the bite would ultimately end up killing LJ. However, he didn’t stay dead. Shortly after, Lucas was resurrected as a completely different being - a hellhound. With the hatred surrounding the species, his partner couldn’t stick around and left him behind. Leaving a heartbroken and lost Lucas to fend for himself, that was the start of Lucas building walls sky high around him.

Hellhound Mentor: Though often solitary creatures, this hellhound took pity on the newly turned Lucas and began to teach him the ropes of his new life. Starting with, teaching him to shift back from his form to human. Though they wouldn’t call each other a pack, they do look out for one another and it’s the closest thing to a pack he has.

Hunter who might have been after him: TAKEN BY DOUG AND CHARLES

Family friends

Childhood friends

Co-workers

Enemies

Hook ups

One night stands

GIVE ME EVERYTHING

#santos.intro #intro

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Niki Waltl

Thanks To An Oscar Nom for the Documentary Navalny, Cinematographer is in the Spotlight

by Brad Balfour

With Oscar night fast approaching – this Sunday, March 12th – it's time to get inside some of the nominated films in various categories such as Best Documentary Feature. Among those nominees is Navalny – which details the struggle of imprisoned Putin opposition leader Alexey Navalny. The film shines a new, brighter light on his plight in a way a basic news story can never accomplish. Along with the praise for the film, its cinematographer Niki Waltl has also garnered attention for his fine visual work.

Austrian born and bred, Waltl first picked up a camera as a teenager. As part of the '90s popular skate and snowboard culture, his videos first sparked his interest. Once he started shooting his friends when participating in both winter sports, he got a taste of filmmaking. In 2010, Waltl moved to Barcelona to study Direction of Photography (DoP) at the Centre d'Estudis Cinematografics de Catlunya (CECC). Revealing a talent for camerawork, he got commissioned work for such major companies as Converse, Nike, GoPro and Vans. He also produced commercials and other productions for Habitat, Element Brand, Chocolate – some of the biggest skateboard companies worldwide. This filming took him to China, South Africa, Morocco, Kyrgyzstan and other parts of the world.

Through noted below-the-line professional Frank Berger, Waltl received training in film lighting in Holland, who was Robby Müller's gaffer for several years and worked with legendary Danish director Lars von Trier. Today, Waltl went on to work worldwide as a freelance DoP, with a focus on character-driven documentaries and fiction films. Navalny, the 2022 documentary – which tells the tale of imprisoned politician Alexey Navalny, controversial dissident and Vladimir Putin's arch opponent – has been AAC director of photography Waltl's most notable work. After it premiered at the prestigious Sundance Film Festival and won the Audience Award for Best US Documentary and the Festival Favorite Award, it started racking up more accolades and nominations including the BAFTA award for best Doc. And now, Navalny is nominated for the 2023 Academy Award for Best Feature Documentary.

How have all these awards and nominations changed your life? Basically, we've been on a journey with this film since it premiered at Sundance last year, screening it at festivals and promoting it. With the recent nominations, this journey has kept going and I was able to meet many great people on the way. Sure, new doors have been opening for me as a cinematographer. I'm very thankful to be a part of this project. The success of the film is also bittersweet, as Alexey Navalny is still in prison, in solitary confinement in a Russian gulag. It's because of him and his bravery that we even got to make this film. Did you ever think the film would get such a reaction? In a way, yes. As soon as I got the call to work on this project I knew that this is a defining story of our time and that a film about it will possibly find a very big audience. At the same time, it is all quite unreal. That the reaction would be as big as it is now, with the Academy Award nomination, and winning the BAFTA, I mean nobody expected that. I'm rather speechless.

What do you think made Navalny such a contender? I think it's a combination of things. First and foremost, because of the urgency of the story and the popularity of Alexey Navalny. The whole world was following what happened with his poisoning, his recovery and the developments after. Also, the war in Ukraine has indirectly made our film more relevant. But it's also a good film on its own merits. I really like the work of our director Daniel Roher and what he created with the team. The editors (Langdon Page and Maya Hawke) did a great job, the same with the music composed by Marius de Vries, and etc.

What were the most difficult scenarios to shoot? Maybe the phone call scene. We shot it at 4 am for logistical reasons and thought we'd be back in bed after 15 minutes of shooting as the prank idea probably wouldn't work. What followed was the now almost infamous phone call that went on for about 40 minutes. I had the camera on my shoulder the whole time and was giving my very best to operate it as well as I could. 40 minutes is long for a handheld take! What cameras were used and how was this like or different from other films that you've shot? It was shot mainly on RED cameras. I own a RED Gemini so bringing that to set was a no brainer. Documentaries are more like that – cameras get chosen for practical reasons. On narrative projects there's more time for testing equipment and choosing which tool is the best to help tell that specific story. I was very happy with the RED here though. We did rent the large format version for the interviews (RED Monstro) just to give the interviews an extra special feeling and look you know.

What did you learn about the whole political situation in Russia? On the one hand, I see the complexity of it. The current political situation in Russia is based on a long history that obviously dates back to the Soviet Union and times before that. There's a lot to learn and it's an ongoing process as things keep unfolding in Russia and Ukraine. On the other hand, things seem simple – I do think things can immediately change for the better the moment Putin's regime is taken out of power.

How has this whole experience influenced your direction professionally and personally?

I actually think that working on this film has changed me personally much more than professionally. The time we spent with Navalny, his family and team, the developments we were allowed to witness – this all has had a deep impact on me. It's a bit like waking up to the reality of the world we live in right now. It does feel like it's on fire and that it's important to be aware of developments, to have an opinion and stand up for it.

Do you think the film can affect Navalny's future, good or bad? I do hope and believe that it has had a positive effect for him. So many people know about his story now. I mean, he was in the news before that, obviously, but the film keeps him there. As we know, Alexey Navalny is still in prison, where he continues to be one of Russia's fiercest anti-war activists and we can't allow him to be forgotten in any way. The film definitely helps with that.

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#Niki Waitl #2023 #movie interviews #Navalny #Brad Balfour #Oscar Nominees

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8th april, along the retrograde

these random chance dreams produce the in-most of care yellow plastic flotation devices lapping in crystal blue, love a pool transformed by summer and autumn into saying hello, brief to winter which lasts a while the good voice says how things last a while How I adore the green gloom of heat spanning both ends of a calm street the rattle of skateboard wheels adore their mid-days, they're gone forever distancing, alike it flows the rain drawing itself slow inside the architecture, down the street

which is mine, my world of going I am lending my time for truth Of youth to an older youth to create some solitary pictures Hollowed days, full days a layer of a rainbow and shade and of our bodies spanning I know happiness exists Somewhere, anywhere where we are still resting in that bed, afternoon

#my writing

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this rape facility arrested me and dragged me into seclusion which is solitary confinement simply because I was wearing shorts and a t shirt in the summer time they rape skateboarders and put them in solitary confinement without food or drink they don't tell u the time and over feed u I was raped by at least 15 women just being put into solitary confinement because they considered me a "sexy skateboarder" they will burn to the ground

#laurel ridge rape facility

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On the Run Chapter 45

Fandom: Outlast Whistleblower DLC

Tags: OFC, Waylon Park/Eddie Gluskin, Slow Burn

Summary: Waylon feels guilty.

Notes: *rolls up on a skateboard 8 months late with a smoothie* What’s up, bitches? Actually, sorry about the long wait. But uh. It’s here. Yay.

AO3 Portal

Waylon pets and spends time with most of the chickens, with the exception of Izzy because she only give affection sometimes. And today, or at least right now, appears to not be one of those times. He gently picks up Gigi, who had taken up residence on his lap, and sets her on the ground. She runs off and he stands, brushing feathers from his clothes. He walks over to his tomato seedlings and smiles at them- they’re doing well. He’d watered them that morning, and they’re stronger in the dirt.

He goes to the house and knocks on the glass door, and thankfully Eddie looks up. He nods and comes outside.

“Ready to carve again,” he asks, shutting the door behind him.

“Yes.” Waylon sits on the step again and Eddie sits next to him. Waylon picks up his working project and examines it. It doesn’t look like much of anything except a block of wood with the corners cut off, but he can see the pencil lines and knows that’s the final project. Besides, he knows that the first forays into anything doesn’t look like much of anything- the first line of code doesn’t look like much, the seeds of plants don’t look like much. He anticipated woodcarving to be the same. He puts the knife to the wood again and starts to peel off small curls.

Eddie was right; it’s meditative. He still has to pay attention- cutting off his thumb doesn’t seem like a fun time- but he’s starting to get it. All he has to focus on is the project. That’s part of why he wants Eddie there; he gets so engrossed in any project he enjoys that a Murkoff employee could probably stand in front of him and he wouldn’t notice. That and he enjoys the man’s company. He could always ask Jess, too, but there’s something about Eddie. He also thinks that Eddie needs his companionship more than Jess does. Jess cleared the air after her brief self-imposed solitary confinement; Eddie still needs comfort after what the Groom did. And Waylon needs to familiarize himself with him again, too. He’d missed him. He smiles softly, remembering how he had spied Eddie being so gentle and playful with the kids. The other man hadn’t seen him, so he had stood on the corner and just watched. The kids had laughed, seemingly without a care in the world. They didn’t know what Eddie did in the past- he was just a new face that could play with them. And a big enough person to cling to without being shaken off. Waylon’s face had warmed after seeing Eddie so easily move with the kids clinging to his legs- he’s just so strong. Waylon had turned away after that, returning to Agatha. She hadn’t done anything other than smile slightly and squeeze his elbow, but he had still felt his cheeks warm further.

Waylon pauses, knife hand stilling. He glances at Eddie out of the corner of his eye, but Eddie seems not to notice. Or if he does, maybe he just thinks that he’s trying to decide where to cut next. He feels guilt twist in the pit of his stomach, crawling its way to his breastbone. He knows he’s married, that Lisa is waiting for him back in Boulder, but it’s hard to remember that when Eddie is right here. And he and Eddie have gone through so much together, he’s sure that’s part of the reason why. That and he’s strong and handsome, that traitor voice whispers. He shakes his head, erasing that thought. He’s married. He glances at his left hand, but his wedding ring is long gone, back at Mount Massive. He’s married with kids. That thought just makes the guilt twist tighter, this time around his lungs. He exhales slowly and keeps carving.

They sit like that until the light starts to fail, and then Waylon puts his wood down with no prompting. He covers his knife and he and Eddie go inside. He brings the knife up to his room and makes a mental note to go to town and see if they have bats. He’d feel a lot more comfortable with one of those in his room for defense than with a little hobby woodcarving knife.

When he comes back down, Eddie and Trevor are on the couch and Jess is curled up on an armchair with the laptop. He stands near the foot of the stairs, unsure. But he soon recovers and walks forward. “Do you want me to show you how to use your phone,” he asks. Eddie looks up with a surprised expression.

“Sure.”

Trevor moves over to the other armchair and lets Waylon sit on the couch. Waylon extends his hand and Eddie puts his phone in it. Waylon touches the screen, surprised when the home screen comes up automatically. “Ok, you should set up a lock code.”

“A what?”

“A series of numbers or a word that you’ll remember, that will lock out anyone who tries to get in.”

“You can do that?”

Waylon fights his shock- Eddie’s never touched a computer, he probably didn’t have a smartphone. And he seemed surprised when Waylon showed him the Internet, so that’s just more proof he either didn’t have a phone entirely or just had a flip phone. “Yes. I’ll show you.” He scoots right next to Eddie. “Ok, see that gear,” he asks, pointing at the app.

“Yes.”

“Touch it.” Eddie does so, and it opens the settings menu. “Find ‘privacy.’” Eddie reads through the options and taps it. “Now lockscreen.” Eddie opens it. “Now you can choose whether you want a word or a number,” Waylon says, handing his phone back. Eddie ponders for a moment and then chooses one, tapping on the screen with his thumb. Waylon takes that to mean he chose a number- he doesn’t do that when he texts. Granted, he’s only seen him send a text once- Jess was out one day and Eddie had put his phone flat on the table and used the ‘hunt and peck’ technique. Then Waylon had shown him how to hold the phone so he can use his thumbs.

Eddie hands the phone back. “Ok. What do you want to learn,” Waylon asks, and Eddie thinks.

“Could you walk me through finding the Internet?”

Waylon nods and points at the screen without touching it. “See that symbol?”

Eddie peers at the screen. “It looks like a curly fox wrapped around a blue ball.”

“Right. That’s a browser.” Eddie looks up at him. “Ok. It’s what people can use to search.” Eddie nods. “Tap it.”

Eddie does so. He extends his hand and Waylon hands the device over, their fingers brushing. Eddie painstakingly types in ‘Mount Massive Walrider’ and gets a list of websites.

“How do I know which one to choose?”

“You can go by the order they’re in. The ones at the top are generally the most relevant, but sometimes it’s worth it to scroll a bit.”

“What’s scrolling?”

Waylon leans over and moves his finger up, making the screen roll that way. “That’s how you read more.”

Eddie nods and seems to read for a second, then points to one. “This one is safe, right?” Waylon looks- the New York Times.

“I’d say so.”

Eddie clicks it.

“Anything else,” Waylon asks.

“The news said that they uncovered files from the Congresswoman,” Eddie starts, and Waylon nods. “Could you help me get through them?”

“Sure.”

“Thank you.” He goes back to his phone.

“If you need any more help, don’t be afraid to ask,” Waylon says. Eddie looks up and nods, smiling a little.

“I’ll ask you.”

“Good,” Waylon nods, leaning away from him and scooting back a bit. His leg and side are warm from where it was near Eddie, and his hand tingles slightly. He touches it with his other hand, rubbing it. Eddie seems engrossed in the article he pulled up and doesn’t question it.

“Any more news on that Congresswoman,” Waylon asks Jess.

“No,” Jess says. “But they just reported on it, said it would happen in a week. And we have the video call tomorrow.”

Waylon feel guilt twist in his stomach again- he forgot. How could he forget seeing his wife? He loves his wife.

“Plus, Congressional inquests take time,” Jess continues, unaware of his plight. “Even though they said they’ve gathered enough evidence, that doesn’t mean it won’t take longer to get more. Hopefully VIRALeaks nudges them along in that respect.”

Waylon listens to Jess’ quiet typing and clicking and relaxes back into the couch. He stands and the three look at him. “Gonna close the chickens in for the night,” he says, and leaves to go to the backyard. He looks around, but sees no chickens. He puts his head inside the coop and counts them- all are present. He nods and closes the door, barring it. He sits on the back porch and looks at the stars.

He’s lived in cities all his life. He’s never seen the stars as clearly as he does right now. He feels so small, but in a good way. Like his problems are small, too. He knows some people look up at the night sky and feel intimidated and insignificant, but he doesn’t feel that way. At least he hasn’t yet. He’s seen photos taken from the Hubble Telescope, seen galaxies. The stars are just another part of that. He imagines each one having planets rotating around it, just like theirs. Somewhere Murkoff hasn’t touched. In the greater scheme of things, things have a way of working out and he knows that. But sometimes it means taking a step back to see that.

He stands and goes back inside, finding Jess and Eddie cooking dinner silently. He sits at the island alone- Trevor’s still in his chair- and watches them. They work well together, never getting in each other’s way. He’s never heard them say anything to each other except to divvy up the tasks, and even that stopped weeks ago- they’ve worked out a rhythm by now. When he was cooking alone, it was more enthusiasm than skill, even though he’s cooked before. It was an unfamiliar kitchen, and even though he helped stock it and the appliances are new, he couldn’t help but start reaching for ingredients based on where they are in his own kitchen with Lisa. He sighs, making Jess look up and shoot him a concerned look. He shakes his head, and she nods and pays attention to cooking again.

He pulls the laptop to him and looks up if chickens eat flower seeds out of the ground. They don’t, so he can plant the seeds Agatha gave him. Speaking of Agatha, Waylon needs to see her tomorrow- he needs to talk this out with a neutral party.

“Trevor,” he asks when they sit down to eat. The man hums a question. “Could you arrange for Agatha to come pick me up tomorrow?”

“Sure,” Trevor says, fishing out his phone. He sends a quick text and they eat. Trevor gets a response as they’re clearing up. “She’ll do it. Told me to tell you when you get up.”

“Thanks, Trevor,” Waylon smiles softly.

“Any time.” Trevor rolls up his sleeves and washes dishes.

Waylon heads to bed not long after. He wishes the three good night and gets them in return, and he walks upstairs. He wishes he could carve again, but he wants to do it with Eddie. He groans, putting his hands over his face. He doesn’t know why he’s feeling this way. He turns out his light and tries to sleep, thinking it’ll help to get his thoughts in order before he sees Agatha.

#trickster tales #outlast whistleblower #outlast #eddie gluskin #waylon park

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leanstooneside · 1 year

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FRENCH NAMES OF COUNTRIES

1. GAVIN DEGRAW'S HIP

2. SHAILENE WOODLEY'S UPPER ARM

3. ZACH GALIFIANAKIS'S EYEBROW

4. JENNIFER GREY'S BUTTOCKS

5. HOWARD STERN'S KNEE

6. HILARY SWANK'S EYEBROW

7. CAITLYN JENNER'S BELLY

8. CHARLIE SHEEN'S ARM (CHRONIC POSTRHEUMATIC ARTHROPATHY [JACCOUD], UNSPECIFIED ELBOW)

9. MANNY PACQUIAO'S SHOULDER

10. MICHAEL JACKSON'S NECK

11. CHERYL BURKE'S NOSTRIL

12. JOSH DUHAMEL'S NOSTRIL

13. ALEXIS BLEDEL'S BELLY (SOLITARY BONE CYST, LEFT ULNA AND RADIUS)

14. MILEY CYRUS'S BACK

15. JOSEPH GORDON-LEVITT'S BREAST

16. WILLOW SMITH'S HIP

17. KATIE HOLMES'S TONGUE

18. DEMI LOVATO'S UPPER ARM

19. KIMORA LEE SIMMONS'S TOE

20. KATRINA BOWDEN'S FIST

21. KATE BECKINSALE'S WAIST

22. CRISS ANGEL'S CHEEK

23. JASON LEWIS'S FINGER

24. KATE UPTON'S TOOTH (PEDESTRIAN ON SKATEBOARD INJURED IN COLLISION WITH PEDAL CYCLE, UNSPECIFIED WHETHER TRAFFIC OR NONTRAFFIC ACCIDENT)

25. JASON SUDEIKIS'S LIP

26. PATRICK SWAYZE'S TOE

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Number.21 is Golden God of Destruction

Repair work on the Pliers is underway, while Leo and Mikoto discuss the partner robot for GaoGaiGar. Due to the time otherwise needed to develop an AI, 6 months with the brothers and 3 months for Volfogg, and not being safe to wait that long, the AI was based directly on Hyuma, the new unit will be called GoldyMarg. At Gotenyama Science Centre, Dr. Hirata Akiko is demonstrating her gravity control system. It fails, she blames improper conditions, as she distresses later, Polonaise and Primarda turn her into a Zonder. Localised gravity increases causes chaos in the city, it's tranced back to the centre and the Brothers are dispatched with the Cannon Blue and Cannon Red, which fired together create a quick acting sealant, Gai assists with DrillGao, Volfogg finds the Zonder but is trapped. More minor incidents cause embarrassment for Sakura, Hana and Reiko, before the school is totally affected. Soon, everyone and everything is immobilised. Activated by freak accident, GoldyMarg starts moving, escaping the Metal Locker Room. Able to move despite the gravity, he approaches EI-20, when he resists increased gravity it uses anti-gravity, he finally manages to attack by shooting Leo's observatory which is flung at the Zonder Robo.

The others quickly act to stop it before it can regenerate the gravity manipulator, GoldyMarg forming the Marg Hand, able to safely grip the Goldion Hammer that was embedded in his body, GaoGaiGar drives a nail in with Hammer Hell, then pulls it out with the core using Hammer Heaven, before atomising the Zonder Robo.

Number.22 is To the Corrupted Sky

At an Air Base open day, a man who enjoyed a simulator is approached by Pizza, the Zonder subsequently hijacks a B-52 Ayame is showing Hana, witnessed by the 4 Ushiyama brothers, Kazuo rushes to GGG, while Tsuguo, Mitsueo and Sueo see him off.

Mamoru sensing the Zonder causes him to abandon Sunou to fish, the lonely kid sees him go. It's on a path to the Bay Tower Base, the brothers act quickly to neutralise the payload dropped on the city. The girls aboard are detected, forcing them to send GaiGar Duel Equip in to rescue them. Pizza gloats to himself that no matter what Gai does the planet is doomed, which trigger a memory of him saying this once before, on a world with 3 suns, but tries to dismiss it. GoldyMarg refuses to listen to Hyuma and sit still until needed, busting out of the Bay Tower Base, becoming GoldyTank to get out the water, he starts shooting before being told of the girls, then triggers a missile by driving over it. GaiGar tears open the roof and the girls ejector seat out.

GoldyMarg brings down the plane as GaoGaiGar forms, so they have to Dividing Driver a safe crash site, but GoldyMarg is seemingly lost in the battlefield creation, then the Broken Magnum is destroyed, preventing use of Hell and Heaven, but fortunately GoldyMarg survived, enabling Hammer Hell and Heaven to defeat the Zonder.

Number.23 is Mic 13

NASA, like the Space Development Corporation, is a pinnacle of space development, the two entities working together on a project at the New Nevada base. The Solitary Wave Risers, 1st through 13th, all equipped with GS-Rides, the test is a success, and the head scientist, Dr. Liger, is glad of the chance to return to Japan, and see Leo and Gai.

It has been raining for a week, Mamoru going for a meeting, as the Amphibious Armoured Maintenance Vehicle has a rondezvous with the US submarine Orlando, where a unit using the CR system will be transferred to them as payment for the offering of GS-Ride technology. The two dock and Liger rocket skateboards on, Liger greets his nephew Gai, before the old brothers start arguing, Leo Lariat facing Liger Uppercut. A sudden storm mid transfer causes the CR unit to be lost at see.

Mamoru and Ushi face off in RC robot combat at an event, Mamoru's GaoGaiGar inspired unit winning.

At the Big Order Room, the rellteam returned having recovered the case, however brothers find the case unlocked, the CR Unit vanished.

Sunou has created the Hyper Sunou SRX to face Mamoru, however everyone is swiftly distracted by the giant robot that appears outside the event.

GGG are searching for the CR unit, which only had it's AI installed 7 weeks ago, but it still has the mentality of a child. Fortunately, the intelligence division picks up the trail. As storms brew, Penchinon is sure this Zonder will be unstoppable.

The robot picks up Mamoru, introducing himself as Mic Sounders 2000, or Mic, but after introductions Mamoru senses a Zonder, and Mic scares the kids with his stomping.

GGG realises a Zonder is behind the storm, as the brothers start rescue work and Volfogg tries to save Mamoru but is intercepted by Penchinon, the stadium starts collapsing, the brothers hold the roof but Mic stops the kids running due to the external dangers, preparing to save them. He summons the UFO esque Baribarien, docking with is and telling the kids to get aboard.

GaoGaiGar flies into the storm but is buffeted, when another GS-Ride approaching is detected, as Mic, identified by Liger as the missing CR, flies past before dropping the kids off. Learning GaoGaiGar is Mamoru's friend, and refusing to do nothing, Mic flies at the storm, but is sent flying. Everyone else is occupied, so they launch GoldyMarg with the Dividing Driver to get to GaoGaiGar, which enables them to drive the storms away and reveal EI-22, and once the Goldion Hammer is activated it can do nothing but be defeated. Volfogg chases Penchinon but he escapes. Mic is retrieved, everyone wondering if he can even be of use, as Liger thinks about his hidden power even Mic knows nothing about.

Number.24 is Protection Disabled.

Mic is being formally introduced to the team, while the Shishioh brothers argue, Liger mentioning NASA has the capacity to mass-produce the Pliers, and each of the Brave Robots explains to Mic their abilities. Mic starts to feel worthless, but Gai says there are robots with important jobs like Piggy, whom Mic develops a crush on. At this point, Mic is asked to take Mamoru home, Mamoru starts worrying if his friends will still like him if they learnt of his powers.

Pasdar discusses with the Four Heavenly Kings, while they need a new Zonder Metal Plant soon, he is convinced to prioritise eliminating the Legacy of Cain.

Mic secretly hacks the archives, downloading data on the Zonders this far, and sneaks away, Volfogg, hidden, wonders what he plans. Liger breaks into the Baribarien, taking a floppy containing GGG records of 2005, and now just needs a Zonder Metal sample.

Mamoru goes out, Ai discusses with Isamu how she fears him leaving one day. Pizza flies by. Yoseph pulls Hana along and barks at her classmate, Kaidou Ikumi, he is quiet, but she drags him to join the rest at the parade. Elsewhere, Gai, Swan and Mikoto are also watching, and concerned when Mic involves himself. Pizza arrives, and launches a Viking ship into the crowd towards Mamoru, before Gai can do anything a strange blue robot with an electric guitar blasts it away before flying off, Kaidou looks towards Pizza, who finds himself inexplicably intimidated, as though the boy psychicly attacked him. Mamoru and Gai both come to conclusions about the strange robot, while Liger can't see how the Protection was bypassed, as Volfogg, some distance away, also confirmed the ID.

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brownweaselpoetry · 2 years

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Hungering.

This is a city where the average man is not inclined to dispose of his trash. Having eaten his fill, a bespectacled man in a drab button-down shirt and formless slacks removes himself from the courtyard table before me. He leaves behind his fast food bag with a naturalness that continues to strike me as bizarre. Before standing up, he had folded the bag closed as if he intended to return for it. The courtyard clear of people other than myself once more, I return to reading in silence for another hour or so.

Eventually, a second man of about the same age appears in my periphery. I had not taken note of his arrival. Sitting briefly at a bench a short way from the unoccupied table, he looks not to me but at the abandoned fast food bag with a hungering I can recognize but not understand. He approaches the bag with such an easy coolness I half-suspect I had not correctly remembered the first man’s features.

But there could be no mistake. This man was not soft-bodied from a life of plenty. In fact, there was nothing of excess in this second man’s manner. He wears the familiar uniform of gray and faded black I have come to recognize in homeless young men. It is a method of having others’ eyes slide over and past you, their gazes having nothing descript upon which to latch.

He unfolds the paper bag, fat with its contents, and performs a practiced assessment that could not have taken longer than a second. His eyes are fixed upon the paper bag and his head is held motionless. He folds it closed once more, just as gently as the first man but with a more careful economy to his movements. A sort of minimizing of self, every calorie spent with consideration.

The second man retrieves his skateboard from the bench and adjusts his baseball cap against the naked sun. He makes his way to the staircase far from me, completing his circuit by descending just as silently as he must have ascended. The table is clear again after an hour. No words had been exchanged.

Presently the janitorial service begins his rounds with a rubber garbage can plastered with myriad tags and stickers. Seeing nothing in need of his attention, he drifts through the courtyard without pausing. The table bears no physical trace of the exchange between the two men. The memory is already forgotten in this place, a solitary moment lapsing into the next.

#prose #spilled ink #spilled words #semi autobiographical #autobiographical #microfiction

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