#but that requires going in eyo

[bonebrokebuddy]

@kodedgeekthings eyo you mentioned wanting a dpxdc prompt for Howard, Batman’s mechanic!

Harold misses fixing toys for kids and in his off hours has taken up the habit of answering questions on forums about machining, electrical, engineering, mechanics, and mechanical design that are often frequented by students.

One day, he comes across a request by a college student who is trying to assemble his own car out of scrap he bought from a local wrecking yard.

Ghostly_Boy states that he has previous experience in machining and can make replacements for broken or too-damaged parts if need be, but he doesn’t know where to start and what specific requirements he needs to reach to ensure it’s street legal.

Harold willing to help, he answers a few of Ghostly Boy’s clarifying questions:

- Great questions!

It’s good to note that if you’re not careful, fixing or making your own car from parts can be a moneysink and can cost you more than a brand new vehicle. - That being said, your first major step to ensuring you can drive the car is to get the title of the body/frame of the car you plan to build. It’ll have the VIN on a plate welded to the frame usually near the lower edge of the windshield wipers on the drivers side. It’s how the DMV identifies vehicles for licensing.

- Generally, you’ll at first get a “wreck out” title that shows the vehicle is listed as a total loss, but if you can assemble the parts for the car with that frame, the DMV can check if it’s properly running and road worthy & license for you to use it on public roads if you’ve done the proper paperwork.

- Once that is done, it’s largely a case of getting the right parts and assembling them. Depending on how much you have to repair, you could be taking on a task that could give a challenge to even a seasoned mechanic. There may be additional paperwork depending on what exactly you need to repair, like the breaks, lights, steering, etc.

- If you want to build the car entirely from scratch, chassis and all, that’s an entirely different story with a much more complicated list of requirements to make it street legal, so getting a frame from a junkyard is a great first step!

- Make sure to keep all bills of sale, junkyard receipts, invoices and manufacturers’ certificates on any major parts you used in building the vehicle to prove its road worthy to the DMV when it’s complete!

Harold doesn’t always answer first but over time he’s found the adventures of this kid amusing and keeps up with it.

Ghostly_Boy keeps the forum updated with his progress:

The kid spontaneously deciding to scrap the wiring system and make his own in a span of 3 days, leaving experienced mechanics on the forum practically screaming at the kid for his updates showing him using random wires he salvaged and pigtailing them together to get the length of wire he needed.

Mixing not only multiple types of wires but ones that didn’t have the protection needed for auto use. DIY-ing his own relay and fuses he didn’t have and connecting the wrong grounds and switches. And planning on leaving the wires unwrapped and loose.

Leaving Ghost to promptly redo the wiring, correctly this time, within 78 hours.

Making a repair of a massive rusted hole on the passenger side by the bumper and the front tire via cutting 1/2in past the rust, grinding it pretty and clean, tac & seam welding the vintage aluminum housing material of a toaster to cover the hole to the response of Harold and many others in the forum just going “… I guess that would work?”

Harold and many others telling the kid that this “ectoplasm” material wasn’t cleared through the EPA’s Clear Air Act and could be illegal to drive with it as it’s fuel source unless he got the emissions tested & the center of gravity of the car adjusted to have the center of gravity a gas car has, it wouldn’t pass Federal Motor Vehicle Safety Standards. Nor would the previously untested on material make it easy or quick to get an Emissions testing certificate. Best to just stick with gas.

Removing what he thought was a “skid plate” that turned out to be another rusted out section on the frame on the bottom of his car and repairing it with steel he salvaged from an old medical table he had laying around. (To the multiple slightly confused commenters asking how Ghost had a spare medical table, he replied, “eh, my folks visit every so often and they’ve been giving me things they’re clearing out of the house so they can move closer to my older sister. I just so happened to get the ye olde medical table. They’re an odd couple of folks but that’s why I love them.”)

People just crying at the kid to go to rockauto.com and just buy the damn parts he needs for his car. (A good resource btw)

The kid kept cutting corners to save cash but through the badgering of Harold and many others that he actually would have to spend money to make this car be safe to drive in, he finally got it completed.

Ghost’s post of him leaving DMV waving the updated title to the car in its envelope in the air, titled, “THE DMV FINALLY SAID IT WASN’T A FIRE HAZARD! ONLY TOOK 2 YEARS! THANKS EVERYONE!” Got the most amount of responses he’d ever had with congratulations from lurkers and previous commenters.

Over the course of those two years, Danny learned how to draw his own wiring diagrams, properly solder and weld, and learning to actually plan out his projects so he got it right at least the fifth time instead of the 20th. Not bad for a kid that went straight from graduating high school with a 1.5GPA to construction jobs.

But after finally getting the car approved, Ghostly_Boy returns to the forum with a new problem. Lamenting that his parents keep coming over and “modifying” his car to no longer make it street legal.

At this point, about half of the answers to the submission think it’s either a joke project taken very, very seriously with a good chunk of money behind it, or a kid with parents that have narrowly avoided falling completely down the mad scientist rogue rabbit hole.

After all, what sort of parent would think that the DMV would approve to “anti-ghost missiles” being attached to the outer body of the car? Either way, the submissions always had video attached showing a demonstration, proving that Ghost wasn’t just completely yanking their chain. And a good amount of money would have to be sunken in to not only pay for the fines Ghostly continued to get from the additions to his car, but to actually manufacture and make a unique working product for each plea for help request.

Harold is not only taking notes on some of these defense measures but also decides to bring up the boy to Alfred. Intrigued, they together keep an eye on Ghostly_Boy. Bruce may be their employer, but they can handle a case or two on their own.

- I wanted Danny to try to make smth for himself now that he doesn’t have access to his parent’s lab anymore but he also doesn’t have access to ectoplasm so he’s fairly unfamiliar how to wire things Not for ectoplasmic standards.

Also I wanted to make a prompt where Danny had a good relationship with his parents & went into a fairly realistic job after high school with his fairly bad GPA so he’s saving up for a technical school via construction jobs as he doesn’t like the idea of working fast food for understandable reasons.

#dpxdc #bones writes #i have about 3 dozen ideas for dpxdc ideas to do with Howard #I’m going to be a manufacturing engineer. #i got so many ideas for this dude teaching one of the batkids or a visitor to the batcave about how cad programs work #& why he’s using x material for its purpose #instead of y material #like this dude could just be any of my automation profs

[rimeiii]

Random demon HCs (SFW)

Eyo, it's your girl, the one WHB poster who's interested in this game for all the wrong reasons with something non-gameplay related for once! Part of what definitely interests me is the demons in general and how they'll play off with each other + the MC. Doesn't even have to be related to the sexy stuff - some of these demons I feel have the potential to have interesting and complex dynamics with each other, particularly the Avisos demons!

So, um. Yeah. Enjoy my brainrot-

(Also I will be particularly biased towards the demons who've caught my eye. Refer to tier list below. So, um. Yeah. Sorry about that orz)

I feel like out of all the demons in Hell, Belial would be the one most attuned to music. He'd be the one to replay songs again and again, probably wearing noise-cancelling headphones so that he'll truly be immersed in the music. He probably used to love singing as a child, so when his voice was taken away, he was completely and utterly devastated. To compensate, he'd take up an instrument (like an acoustic guitar) or learn how to compose, so that at least he can express his love for music and performance...

Gusion desperately wants to cut down on work, but it's hard. He spends countless days and nights just going around solving problems - and there's an abundance of them in Hell. Honestly, he thought of creating systems to help streamline his work and problem-solving shenanigans, but holy shit everyone just loves wrecking those too, huh. After calculating and approximating the time and effort required to perform his duties, merely solving issues as they crop up is the more effective and less tiring solution to everything. Which is saying something, when that in itself is already tiring as fuck.

Leviathan is a gentleman, through and through. Cool, calm, and collected on the outside, he practically perfected the art of hiding away his negative emotions behind a charming smile and a no-nonsense attitude on the battlefield. The only people able to pry away his emotions from beneath the mask are his fellow kings, the demons of Hades, and eventually MC. And even then, he'll only be able to show his most vulnerable sides to his nobles and, again, MC (eventually). It's hard to win his trust and openness, what with his jealousy often getting in the way of him forming healthy relationships with others.

Beelzebub is actually a pretty bad cook. Like, Mystery Food X levels of bad - at least, starting out. Now, though? Well, the people who said they enjoyed his cooking have somehow deluded themselves to think it's good before the side effects kick in. Does it have hallucinogenic properties? Is it a side effect of Beelzebub's tendency to have weird things happen around him? Or perhaps he really did improve on his cooking? Who knows...who knows.

Naberius and Gusion are the perfect drinking buddies. They'd get together at a random pub somewhere in Hell when they have the time, and they'll spend their time getting buzzed while unloading everything weighing them down at the moment. Honestly, this started as an effort to help Naberius - letting out his emotions bit by bit to ensure everyone's safety is much more preferable than letting his anger and annoyance explode to an extent he becomes a Kerberos. Sometimes, they'll be joined by Bael, although rarely as he is standing in for Beelzebub. More often, Satan shows up and chats with them, as amiable as always - and they end up being his main listening ears if he needs to vent. Satan's secrets are always safe with them, and for that, he is forever thankful.

Leraye and Paimon often make things together! The former has a knack for sewing, while the latter has a lot of ideas for clothes and stuffed toys! Working together, they'd be able to create a large variety of trendy clothing and cute plush toys.

I know a lot of people HC this but yes, Marbas would be a gentle giant. While he's aroused by being restrained, I'd like to think the reason why he's always restrained is because something bad happened while he was doing something while not being restrained. Perhaps he accidentally killed someone with his sheer strength, during a more "daily life" scenario. While his strength is his pride, his ability to heal is a larger source of pride for him - which is why he agrees with the notion that putting restraints on him is for the best.

Sitri is a tea connoisseur! He likes tea, knows which tea leaves are the best, how to make specific blends of tea, how long each tea needs to steep in order to bring out a specific sort of flavor...and among the demons in Hell, there are few who can appreciate the finer details in tea brewing like him. Some of these demons include Barbatos (surprisingly enough), Foras, Bael, Bathin, and Paimon. They regularly get together to sample his teas!

Whenever Bathin wants someone to accompany him in his travels, Amon often takes him up on his offer. They'll wander around without any prior destination, dealing with problems that crop up during their travels along the way. They both live in the moment while traveling, letting the winds dictate where they'll head to next. Amon deals with most of the logistics of travel while Bathin would focus more on finding and learning about the points of interest wherever they end up. An MC who enjoys traveling would love being travel buddies with them!

Mammon's way of showing his affection is gift-giving. Though his gifts might come across as overboard sometimes. Because what do you mean he already sent over some more jewels your way? Nobody needs that many jewels, sir! Either way, Tartaros is a prospering land purely because of the many treasures Mammon gives away to his people. Whether or not these overflowing treasures gets sent off to other areas is a different story entirely.

Andrealphus would be the most sympathetic towards MC, I feel. He knows how it feels to lose someone you care about deeply, to have your life ripped away from you in an instant. He had already been in that position a long time ago, and it would greatly please him if MC would let him support them any way he can - up to and including sticking by their side to protect them.

Out of all the demons in Paradise Lost, I feel like Morax would be the one most versed in the logistics involving healing and first aid. Which is understandable - his method of healing involves transferring his patient's wounds onto him in the form of pain. As a result, he'll have to be able to gauge just how far into the healing process he should perform with his abilities - especially on the battlefield. He'd have his nose buried in books during his free time just so he can increase his healing efficacy.

#what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad #whb #whb headcanons #rimei writes

[bellafragolina]

Gotta send the berry twins of course for the friendship/crush meter

Pecha: Timid, stutters when stressed. Very self-consciousness and not very secure in her looks. Takes a bit to open up but isn’t unfriendly. Loves art, especially fashion, and loves to pick or make outfits for people. LOVES BUG POKEMON THEY ARE ALL CUTE AND BEAUTIFUL. Gets more open when she knows someone more but begins to be afraid that they’ll abandon her because theyll find her annoying. Hopeless romantic. Falls for almost anyone who is kind and sends a smile her way.

Rawst: Shy like his sister but almost to a worst degree. Afraid of strangers and pokemon he isnt familiar with. Takes a long time to even soeak a word with someone. Doesnt like his face. Loves horror video games and movies! Also loves dumb cheesy halloween movies like Halloween Town and Mom’s Got A Date With A Vampire. A Youtuber/Streamer who wants to help people who scare easily enjoy horror by making things humorous.

eyo the berry twins!!!!

Pecha:

Renee is fond of more timid people, and she makes it her mission to befriend them. People are so interesting, and she's learned that well from her travels, so when she meets Pecha, it's besties and first sight for Ren. She oozes compliments and playfulness, hoping to endear herself so she can get herself a new friend!

Renee is already proposing. Once she sees what Pecha is like past her timidness, and once she sees her adoration for bugs, Ren wants to make things official!! She'll ask Pecha out on a hike, and bring journals for them to document all the plants and Pokémon they find. Hope she's fine with Ren being affectionate as shit though! She's going to lay it on thick at the first okay!

Rawst:

Like I said, Renee is very fond of shy people. Rawst is adorable to her, and she's insanely curious to see what's beneath the wall he keeps up. She's not fond of horror, but she'll do what she has to in order to befriend Rawst. Hope he doesn't mind her darting into his lap after the first jumpscares, however! She's already scared of the dark, and needs the contact to not feel like she's about to die right alongside the protagonists.

Ren feels the same way for Rawst, once she's finally breaking through his walls. So long as he doesn't find her to be too much, then she's forever at his side, cheering him on and embarrassing him on stream with kisses and praise galore. All she wants in return is someone to snuggle with, and hopefully someone that doesn't mind her job requiring her to travel?

Given the chance, Ren will date both the twins at the same time! Given they're both okay with it. Renee has so much affection and love in her that maybe it's a good plan, so that she always has someone to love on and no one gets overwhelmed.

~Renee

#OC Pecha #OC Rawst #OC Renee #OC Affection Game

[kuureel]

"Island Girl"

1999 dec, my dad and my mom met when they went to the tangub watching Christmas lights display together with their family. My mom doesn't like my dad for the first time they met because my mom thinks that my dad is arrogant. And then he flirted my mom after all. Before they were dating, he went to Cagayan to Bukidnon, he always called my cousin tits and ian went with my mom to Medicare because there is a payphone. And she asked ian to lend some money to load a call for them to talk. Until they became lovers. They wander around taraka with his friends. When my mom had her birthday in May 4, 2000 my dad surprised her with a birthday cake. And class has started my dad always go to my mom's house they bring foods and bado is also his schoolmate in Purvil, they hang out a lot. My mommyla loves him so much that he's going to complain us of fighting. My dad decided to marry my mom after he graduate high school and then he graduated on march at Purvil High School. First week of april my dad promised to marry my mom and then family approved that next year will be the wedding. April 20, 2002 they were married in roman catholic at St. John the Baptist Church. He got baptized, they attended seminars and these are the requirements to get married. My mom had a miscarriage of their first baby because she has asthma. Fast forward 2003 of July my mom got pregnant of me. Then she decided to quit working at the mobil because she had always asthma. Since then she's been handling my grandfather's paperwork in the mooring wayback 2003. April 16, 2004 at Dr. Uy medical clinic my mom gave birth to a baby girl through forcip, because the umbilical cord twisted around the neck and that was the first celebration of araw ng jimenez. Her visitors are yvonne brown and willard in the room. They also visited eyos, ekoy and rustom. They always leave me there in mommyla's house because my mom was an enumerator in the population census conducted by nso, so she is with your my dad because she hasn't yet been unacquainted here in tabo-o. Until I went to school in the assembly of God I were 4 years old until 6 years old. Until I grew up in this place in tabo-o which is in a beach area. And became an island girl since then and up until now in my 18th years of living here.

#justjerie #creative nonfiction

[kosi-annec]

Season 2 of BNHA! This one is gonna be long cuz of the sports fest. arc and the stain arc, so most likely gonna cut this in half lol

My review of Season 2 part 1:

Ok but why tf did nezu let aizawa still teach when he is recovering?? like the guy is covered in bandages for fuck sake

I was a little surprised by shinsou's voice, i don't remember it being that.. deep? mature? idk what the word is, but it doesnt sound like a teenager (watching the dub btw) tho i start to get used to it again

I couldn't help but think the whole proclaiming rivalry against deku was funny, like idk why, but i thought it was ridiculous

The animation during the racing part was just amazing, specifically the part where shoto freezes the zero-pointer. Like, god damn they know how to animate ice. On the subject of the race, i would like to give props to deku's whole plan, cuz damn his plan was pretty smart

I'm kind of surprised that momo just let mineta hang onto her like that during the race, if i was her i would've dropped kicked him instantly, zero hesitation

The cavalry battle was fun to watch, and where class 1b gets introduced in the series! Monoma such a smart lil shit and i love him for it; bakugo need a chill pill dear god, tho it was funny with him hitting kirishima's head lol. Hatsume also gets spot light too and i love her chaotic energy, also the beginning of Uraraka's jealousy.

I am a bit confused as to how shinsou even won? like his quirk requires the target to respond back to him, so did tetsutetsu's team all just replied back and get mindcontroled? i mean ok ig

When todoroki pulled deku aside and basically trauma dumped on him, i did not expect bakugo to have overheard that convo, like i did not remember him eavesdropping before, but tbf it was a short clip of him so it was easy to forget

"Are you All Might's secret love child or something?" gets me every fucking time🤣

The fact ojiro withdrew when he felt like he didnt deserve to go into the finals was just, hhhhh hun no you deserve it, but honestly that was very (as kirishima said) manly of him to do. And kendo offering tetsutetsu's team to go into the finals was just, respect. This is why she's class rep.

Kendo grabbing monoma for the 'perverse person' in the scavenger hunt was just- LMAO😂

"-or tried to hype themselves up" then shows bakugo just face to face with a wall and shoto in a dark corner crouching, are you sure this is hyping themselves up? it looks more like brooding lol

Now the real fun of the sports festival begins

Deku vs shinsou. Ojiro literally told him not to respond to anything shinsou says, but yet he still fell for it, cmon dude. The past users of one for all were like "eyo no, you are not losing to this weak ass man." I do feel bad for shinsou, like dude deserves to be a hero, i hope he gets in class 1a, or at least 1b. The two boys could get a long a bunch, i mean, deku doesn't mind talking to him even after being mindcontroled. Tho it is funny that shinsou just kept mindcontrolling him everytime he responded, but at the same time pls stop doing that, he's just trying to have a conversation

Shoto vs sero. Okay, the speed sero was able to tape shoto and swing him almost out of the ring was impressive, but of course, its no match for shoto. Tho his attack was a bit overkill. The crowd screaming out 'nice try' for sero was nice of them tho

Denki vs shiozaki. Her speech in the beginning was mildly funny. Denki just thinking that she's cute and asking her on a date... not really the time for that, but he got his priorities straight, i guess. Tho really, shiozaki should be in class 1a with how powerful her quirk is, but then again it would be hell to draw her hair

Kendo karate chopping monoma to unconsciousness will always be funny

Iida vs hatsume. I don't actually remember what happened in this fight the 1st time i watched it, so this is gonna be fresh to me. Honestly, the whole round was hilarious, it was just a straight up ad for her support gear. Poor iida, he just wanted a fair fight

Now, speed round! Aoyama vs mina. Not much to say here, just mina showing off her dance moves and finishing the battle. Poor aoyama, humiliating way to go // Tokoyami vs momo. That was actually pretty fast dang, momo was recommended yet tokoyami still beat her. Shows how powerful dark shadow is // Kirishima vs tetsutetsu. Like looking into a mirror, of course it ends with a draw, the two are really hard bros

"..bakugo wouldn't use the full power of his explosions on a girl, right?" "yeah, he would" well, at least deku was honest about it😅

Bakugo vs uraraka. Oh boy, this fight. Gotta commend uraraka's determination, she planned out a good strategy; using her jacket as a decoy in the smoke, taking all those hits to create her finishing move. But bakugo is merciless, he was going to win no matter what. Even if she got him floating, bakugo could've just used his explosions to propel himself around. Uraraka put up a good fight, she was just paired up to someone who can put up a better one. Tho at least bakugo saw her as an equal, with him not going easy on her; cuz she isn't some weak little girl, she's a hero in training giving her all and should be taken seriously.

Now, for some light heartedness; Kirishima vs tetsutetsu, electric boogaloo. Such manliness, such raw chivalry. Two bros, having an arm wrestling match, 1 feet apart cuz they're just bros

The talk between the urarakas was sweet, she definitely needed to hear that from her dad. Speaking of dads, deku standing up to endeavor for shoto there was just amazing, someone had to tell that asshole

Now, the main event; Deku vs shoto. This whole fight is just deku being shoto's therapist, except with violence. Starting off with lovely ice animations, then bloody broken bones! Seriously tho, how tf does deku still push thru with dat much pain?? like boy is 15 and he's barely used his quirk. On the sidelines, bakugo thinking like a nerd as he watches. He may be an angy boi, but he is a smart angy boi. Now the ✨traumatic backstory✨ seriously tho, can't wait to see endeavor get his ass thoroughly kicked. Baby shoto is utterly adorable tho, must protect mah bby boy. Look wat you did endeavor, you fucked up a perfectly good child, look at him he has anxiety. "IT'S YOUR QUIRK NOT HIS" gets me every time. And then, FIRREEEE🔥🔥 and a SWOOSH and a BANG and- you get my point. That whole part was animated amazingly; deku rocketing across the ice, shoto using both sides at the same time to make such an epic explosion, the ice and fire. The pro heroes' reaction to the blast were kind of funny lol. And then it ends with shoto being half shirtless, they had to do it huh. Not complaining tho >.>

"..out there, for that one moment, I forgot all about you" DAMN BOI he really said to endeavor "this aint bout you bitch"

all might telling deku what he did was the right thing, even if he lost, just UGH, thank u dadmight

Shiozaki vs iida and Ashido vs tokoyami ended so quickly, cant really say much

okay when uraraka was worried bout deku with the surgery thing, i was kinda surprised mineta wasnt actively being a perv to her or tsuyu. He has SOME dignity at least, as little as that is

Kirishima vs Bakugo. Eyyy these two. "..he's still going strong, but how long can he keep his hardening up?" taking this out of context tho- curse my brain. It was kinda funny when tetsutetsu was cheering kiri on, such a bro. The small bit of deku and iida talking about tensei and how iida was excited to talk to him later, just, oof. Bakugo being all smort n just going ballistic on kiri, if kiri had gotten enough good hits on baku he probs could win, but this is bakugo, so doubt. He did good tho!

Now, on to the semi finals!

Iida vs shoto. I should be focused on the fight, but damn why is shoto so frickin pretty here?? Ahem, i digressed. That kick to the back tho, like with how fast iida was going wouldn't that have broken his spine? then again this is anime. Can't believe for someone smart like iida, he forgot that shoto could freeze shit in close range, like boi it was pretty obvious

Oh god, TENSEI NOO. HE DIDN'T DESERVE IT BRUH

Bakugo vs tokoyami. Was it really that hard to figure out that light would be a weakness to DARK SHADOW, he literally called that, wouldn't ur first thought be "oh then bright light would be its weakness" like cmon. Anyway, tokoyami wasnt winning that for sure, unless the match was in nighttime then maybe

Kendo really be makin fun of monoma for announcing war lmao

How strong is the vibration of iida's phone to shake is entire body?? also, wouldnt be distracting like if he was in class and his phone rang. He'd just be shaking up and down on his seat lol

EW EW EW NO GET THAT ICKY TONGUE MAN AWAY FROM ME GROSS

oof shoto reliving traumatic memories q-q

Oooohhh shoto hit a nerve in bakugo, a lil snippet to maybe him realizing that he was a damn asshole to deku??

But now, IT'S THE FINAL BATTLE🎺🎺

Bakugo vs shoto. Shoto going strong with a huge ass wall of ice, but ice isn't exactly strong against literal bombs, and dukes him out like he did with deku! Oh dammit endeavor shut up, now shoto's doubting himself again. Can't tell if bakugo is insulting him or trying to help him... probably both since he wants a fair fight; no holding back. DEKU CHEERING TODOROKI ON!! And then comes in the fire- Oh nope doubt be kicked in. Damn, bakugo's ego self-esteem issues kicking in here, wanting to prove he's the best n all. I swear all these kids need therapy

Lmao bakugo getting chained up cuz he can't keep his cool. But aw iida couldn't make it, dammit stain, why'd you gotta do that man, people are complicated

Ok I never noticed that midnight actually talked over all might's entrance lol. Awww him giving tokoyami and shoto some nice fatherly talk and hugs, and then there's bakugo wwww

Oh no, iida finding out... Oh god tensei nooo. And thus, the seek for vengeance begins

But hey, shoto's now trying to reconcile with himself and his mom q^q

And that's sports festival arc complete!

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #sharing my brain juice #fandom talks #acessment

[bluemanedhawk]

The point is, you and jan Misali aren't combatants, where your safety and fair treatment are things that need to be protected to avoid horrible human rights abuses. You are two people using a blogging website. Please gain some perspective here, being blocked is not some epic tragedy that requires you to write whole essay. The essay won't get you anything anyways, except maybe laughed at if Mitch looks at it at all, especially with the hilarious angle you seem to be going at it from.

So let's analyze this piece-by-piece.

you and jan Misali aren't combatants, where your safety and fair treatment are things that need to be protected to avoid horrible human rights abuses

I think this may be referring to the war crimes claim, but i'm not completely sure. In any case, i am aware of this. I am not trying to approach this as something that i'm trying to win, because that's not a very effective way to convince somebody of something, which i am fully aware of; instead, i'm trying to approach this as a situation where i see that he's wrong about something and i want to help them, but i'm willing to be proven wrong about my thinking that he's wrong. In this case, it just so happens that the thing that what he's doing that i think is wrong is a violation of morality.

You are two people using a blogging website. Please gain some perspective here, being blocked is not some epic tragedy that requires you to write [a] whole essay.

I'm aware that there are more important things than this—that's why i've been so slow at this. I'm not trying to portray this as a situation where i'm a victim and they're a cruel tyrant or anything like that—what i'm trying to say is "Eyo m@ this ain't cool 'cause it's an ethical problem", and that's it. I hope that this can be resolved quickly so that we can both move on from this, hopefully each as improved people, and continue with what we were doing before.

(As an additional minor note, that paper that i'm planning to write isn't going to be an essay. It's going to be a proof. Different things.)

The essay won't get you anything anyways, except maybe laughed at if Mitch looks at it at all, especially with the hilarious angle you seem to be going at it from.

Even in the unlikely event that this is the case, i'm still going to be satisfied with it.

I hope this helps explain things. :-)

#Medium-length #Medium-length post #Logic #Philosophy #Ethics #Morality #Tumblr

[forbidding-souda]

eyo could I request the THH blackeneds with a reader who manages to stop them from killing?? thank u love u

THH blackeneds with a S/O who manages to stop them from killing

tagging this is gonna be a whole thing

this is ,, excluding junko

also this requires me knowing specific things about said cases and I'm not too determined to regoogle how everything went down so this is off of my memory

also i'm so uncreative i'm so sorry but i'm asking kinnies for advice on writing this so shoutout to lollipopcircularsaw my beloved

currently listening: winner takes it all by abba

-Mod Souda

Leon Kuwata

☁ He's going to go back. How can he not? She's locked herself in the bathroom. She's going to tell everyone - everyone is going to know that he's a killer.

☁ All he has to do is get his toolbox. Hopefully you're still asleep. He knows he left it with you before he left for the night.

☁ He opens the door, slow, as slow as he can. Do the floors creek here? He doesn't want to test it.

☁ His heart beats out of his chest. God, (Y/N), please be sleeping. You can't see me like this.

☁ He doesn't even bother closing the door as he begins tip-toeing closer. Where did he put it? In a drawer? Under the bed? In the bathroom? He can hardly see in this dark.

☁ He's wasting time. At this time, Maizono might come out and start hollering for help.

☁ "Leon?" Your sleepy voice sings throughout the lone room. He jumps, every hair on his skin standing up on it's edges before he cranes his neck to look at you.

☁ "Go back to sleep, babe." He says in a voice octaves higher than his own.

☁ What are the pros and cons of finding that toolbox? He'll lose everything. He'll lose you, his dream, his career.

☁ Is it really worth it?

☁ With your silence, it feels like his heart has dropped. "Why are you dressed?" You ask.

☁ "I was just- I was-"

☁ You prop yourself up on your elbows before using a more stern voice. "Close the door and get back into bed."

☁ His body starts to operate on quick breaths and fear. He just needs to find that damn toolbox. Where the fuck did he put it?"

☁ "Leon."

☁ "Of course." He laughs. Strings of small bounds of laughter leaves his lips. It's all he can do.

☁ The toolbox is on the dresser, barely illuminated by the light of the door.

☁ He says, in an empty voice, "I'll come into bed."

Mondo Oowada

☢ He told you his motive. Well, you actually found out, which isn't the same thing but it resulted in the same scenario.

☢ At first, you didn't want to share with him that you had found out.

☢ But you needed context.

☢ He didn't like the fact that you asked. You could almost notice the sweat dripping down from him. He tells you the story after a lot of pestering.

☢ "Mondo, I need to know! This is obviously important if that bear going to use it against you! What are you hiding from me?"

☢ He wanted to get angry, to shove you away and make some snide remark about how you always gotta go thinking everything is about you.

☢ But he stops and thinks. He trusts you a lot. More than he can say he's ever trusted anyone before.

☢ So his words spill out like vomit. You listen closely, not saying a word to interrupt him. He deserves like you; someone who can listen.

☢ You wait until he's done before you say anything.

☢ "Mondo, you are so much stronger than anyone I've ever met. Thank you for telling me this," you have to take in a deep breath before you continue, "I won't tell another soul."

☢ But he wouldn't hear anymore. You think he's strong? Brave; secure; resilient.

☢ In his head, he is weak. Everything he's known for was gifted to him by a sacrifice, one that was his fault, and you still think he's strong?

☢ "Why?" He asks and grabs your shoulders. "Why would you say that?"

☢ You don't even looks scared. It makes him more mad.

☢ He finds himself screaming. "Why aren't you scared of me?!"

☢ Slow, durable breathes leave your lips.

☢ "I know you're not going to hurt me."

☢ "I..." He can't seem to think of anything to say. So you respond for him, filing up the space with positive energy.

☢ "Hey, don't hurt yourself. You have to pinkie promise me you won't doom yourself, okay?" You hold out your pinkie.

☢ He knows what you're trying to say. Don't kill anyone.

☢ He sighs.

☢ And he puts his pinkie around yours.

Celestia Ludenberg

❣ Celestia has always been a lone wolf. Everything in her life, she did alone. Well, other than her cat, who she trusts more than anyways.

❣ That being said, she will never get used to knowing that someone puts their faith in her.

❣ You always encourage her, always lifting her mood and helping her when she needs it.

❣ It feels unfair. Why do you put all of your energy into her - not knowing whether she truly deserves it or not?

❣ That's why, when she constructed the plan in her head, she began to feel anxiety. Anxiety - such a worthless emotion. But it stays deep in her stomach. She started to wonder how you'd react to her being a culprit.

❣ Not well, she guesses. What would you do without her?

❣ Still, she uses her words to convince noble Yamada to kill for her. And she watches the assault firsthand.

❣ It all comes down to this. Does she kill him? Is it really worth it?

❣ It's as if your entire relationship flashes before her eyes. God, she really is in love. In this dire situation, life and death, all she can think about is you.

❣ She puts the hammer down. Yamada turns around, asking her what they will do next.

❣ Instead of responding, she just grimaces before walking out of the room.

❣ "I need to go wake up (Y/N)."

Sakura Oogami

✿ I think you existing in the first place makes her unsure about whether or not to go with her plan. She knows how much you'll miss her. It makes her heart feel sore.

✿ It's all about how everything plays out.

✿ And the rest of the living students have already denied her their ears, so she's feeling a bit more determined. She considers writing you an apology beforehand.

✿ "Sakura?" Your voice echoes through the hall. Her whole body pauses, and a strike of fear runs through her. She had not even considered that you would have gone looking for her.

✿ "I am here." She rings back. With a smile, you rush over to where you hear her voice.

✿ When your face pops up in the doorway, she finds that there is no way that she can lose to the killing game.

✿ But her sacrifice would mean that there would be no way that you would get killed.

✿ Once again, she is put in a tight situation. All she wants is for your - and her other friends - to be safe. If she doesn't do this then there might be another murder. And that will be two more friends losing to Monokuma.

✿ She puts on a smile for you.

✿ You speak, "When I woke up without you, I was so scared."

✿ "Nothing bad is going to happen to me," she assures, "I'm safe."

✿ "Oh, that's good."

✿ She doesn't respond right away. The pause in the air makes you take steps closer to her. You continue, "I wouldn't be able to go on without you, Sakura. I doubt Asahina would either. You mean everything to me."

✿ You hug her tightly.

✿ Tenderly, she puts her arm around you.

✿ There has to be another way, she decides, as her taking her own life would be a betrayal to you.

#leon kuwata x reader #leon kuwata #danganronpa spoilers #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa #mondo oowada x reader #mondo oowada #celestia ludenberg #celestia ludenberg x reader #mondo owada x reader #sakura ogami x reader #sakura oogami

[aries-writes-shit]

Daisys and buttercups

Messangers with wings masterlist

A/N: The flowers in the title have an important meaning of whats to come...

(Daisys typically mean loyalty and buttercups can mean ingratitude or unfaithfulness)

you were just happy to have some sort of attention.

A knock stirred you from your daze, Your door opening and a welcome face peaking through the crack. "Hey, (Y/n)" your nephew said, stepping into your room hesitantly. "Hey bud, how ya doing" you replied with a chuckle, patting the empty bed beside you. Fundy gently sat down, looking at your face, there was a moment of silence before he spoke up. "I know your probably upset, but i think this might have been a good idea" he starts, his gaze shifting from you to the large landscape painting above the fireplace, it was a painting you made of your home, a thing you worked on during your free time as Secretary of state. You raise an eyebrow "oh? Im genuinely curious as to why" you replied, looking at the painting as well. With a sigh, fundy began to explain his reasoning. He cited things during the war, as well as how wilbur treated everyone as if they were below him.

"And then what they did to you, I get you forgave them already. but in my opinion, you gave into them too quickly" he said, rubbing the back of his head. You went silent, maybe he was right, all those years of loneliness, only to be forgiven in a matter of moments. With a sigh, you looked up at the ceiling. "Your right kid, i did forgive them to fast, but i really had Noone else to go to". Giving you a half smile, fundy stood up "i gotta go (y/n), i'll come visit later with some dinner". And like that, you were alone in your thoughts once again.

With Shlatt in control of the country, Things slowly started to go downhill. First he had the citizens take down the all too familiar obsidian walls, then he started to heavily tax anyone who chose to speak out against him. But for some reason, you never had any of his harsh words thrown towards you, and you hated it.

You again paced the room you've been sleeping in for about a month now , your wings puffed up slightly. Your mind running a million miles a minute. While you paced, you pondered on who's side to take. Yes, shlatt was a bad person, but he was doing what he thought was good, and your brothers weren't any better when they had control. Making your mind up, you paused infront of the wall mirror, taking every little scar. You had a wistful smile on your face as you fluttered your wings slightly, which were once dirty to the point they seemed grey. It was something you were thankful for from Shlatt and Quackity. The two surprisingly knew how to preen your wings well, which wasn't something totally unexpected from quackity, but from your childhood friend this was news.

You now stood in the garden, preping your wings for the flight you planned on taking shortly. Just as you were about to take off, a pair of familiar voices came up the path to where you were prepping yourself.

"Hey (y/n)" Quackity exclaimed excitedly. "Eyo, what brings you boys here? Not that im complaining" you replied with a chuckle. "Just looking for ya" shlatt replied, his signature smirk everpresent "you going for a fly?" He asked stepping closer to you, gently stroking the top of your wing. You gave a nod, adjusting your goggles "yep, its easier to fly to Manberg then it is to walk" you replied, slightly struggling. Your statement caused shlatt to raise a brow "whats in Manberg that requires your attention?" He asked, walking a circle around you. "Uh,im going to visit my father, and i wanna grab the stuff to do some baking." You replied, watching him circle you. "Alright, we do need your help with something though" he replied, folding his arms after taking a step away. "Yeah sure, what do you need?" You sighed. "We need a spy"

You landed not so gracefully in the feild your father said to meet in for a picnic. Only to notice your father speaking with your three brothers. You stood there awkwardly, gently rubbing your arm. "There you are kiddo" your dad exclaimed as he suddenly popped up in front of you. Pulling you towards your brothers. For the first little bit, it was a relatively peaceful lunch, everyone talking about anything. You took a bite of your sandwich when your brother brought something up. "We need eyes in L’manberg, i know we have tubbo, but we needsomeone close to the man himself" you paused and looked up at your brothers with wide eyes. "We need a spy"

You frowned as you stood in the now empty feild, looking up at the sky. "Why does everyone want a spy" you thought, anger and betrayal filling you. A set of quiet footsteps could be heard behind you "i can help you, friend"

@satansphatass @angelicaschuyler-church @unded-bride @zefrenchturtle @soggycheezit @kiritokunuwu @sparkling-gayyyy @afifaj @lifestylesleep @laura–444

#dream smp x reader #mcyt x reader #sbi x reader #shlatt x reader

[hitsuackerman]

Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.25

a/n: Eyo :) we’re now entering the Shie Hassaikai Arc :]

warnings: this cannot be read solo

Links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 22, part 23, part 23.5, part 24

Masterlist to my other fics: here :)

Overhaul’s waiting list: @jjk-biased @infinite-universe-love @dirtypride @blackymomo03 @azzie @purple-rabanito​ @meximorrita @awesomeee19​​ @celestial-kanzakii​ @laure-lo​ @team-wang-puppy​ @aydience-world​ @choros-main-hoe​ @colorseeingchick​ @o-dragon05 @but-kairis-not-that-smart (i cant seem to tag again :( hope this lands in your timelines!)

“Please excuse us.” Deku and Mirio said as they took off their shoes and entered your apartment. The two boys had taken it upon themselves to hand over the document Sir Nighteye had been meaning to give you.

“Make yourselves at home.” You led them to the living room. Whatever remnants of Overhaul’s scent or belongings were long gone by now. True to his word, he left right after breakfast but not without burning toast and eggs for breakfast. He looked pissed as fuck but the picture on your phone was well worth the exploding sofa. “Also, no need to take off your shoes.”

“Thank you so much, (l/n)-san!” Deku said as they took a seat and took in the decoration. Taking note of how many rooms and how clean the place was, he couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel like to support himself.

“I wasn’t able to restock my fridge.” You placed two cans of soda in front of them. Both their eyes sparkling at the free drink. “This is all I can offer for now~”

“This is more than enough, (l/n)-san!” Mirio cheered as he opened the can of soda and chugged it. “Oh! Here’s the files that Sir Nighteye wanted to give you. He also wishes you a speedy recovery. Oh, and he wants to know if you’re fit to attend the heroes meeting the day after tomorrow.”

Accepting the files, you placed the folder beside you and answered the other questions he had thrown. Satisfied with your answer, the boy laughed and tried to say a punchline.

“You sure do have a sense of humor, Lemillion.” Looking at your bedroom door, you couldn’t help but snicker at the thought of Overhaul’s jacket resting on his side of the bed. Hmm, his side of the bed was a strong word and one you were sure you wouldn’t be able to use again. “How’s school, you two?”

“It’s fine. We’re just focusing now on our internships but the others are still attending school.” Deku answered.

“Ah, by the way, are you feeling much better now?” Mirio chimed in. “You seem to be alone.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You shrugged and touched the spot of the closed bullet hole. “Things didn’t exactly turn out as planned but there’s still next time~”

“We received news that Overhaul ended up killing a suspect?”

“Hm? Well, yes he did.” You almost forgot about that. “We still caught one so I guess it isn’t all that bad.”

“How did you get used to your work, (l/n)-san?” Deku inquired.

“I can’t say I’m used to it. I still get chills every now and then but as long as things turn out for the better, it makes it worthwhile. Besides, the injuries we get are nothing compared to what heroes get. We’re merely support.” You smirked. “Pawns for the bigger pieces, if I may say so myself.”

“Hahaha! You say that like heroes aren’t all that, (l/n)-san!” Mirio laughed and held on to his stomach.

“I never implied that.” You looked at the view of your window and back at them. Not holding it back, you sighed. “Listen. Everyone wants to be a hero, I get it. But when life hits you, sometimes ya gotta do what you have to do. My field of work requires me to make a constant string of decisions. I’ve worked for heroes who have red marks on their files. Some even with questionable motives. But it’s also important to take note of those who were not seen in their times of need.”

“Isn’t that a little harsh?”

“Barely. The glitz and glamour of being a hero are blinding to those aspiring one’s. Same goes for those who aren’t on the heroes side.” You stood up and the two boy’s followed. “Don’t take this the wrong way kids. Not everyone can be saved. Now, I’m not telling you guys to stop chasing your dreams or shit. I just want you to be aware that the world is unfair. Now go to do your patrols.”

The moment they bid farewell and your locks clicked, you went back to the living room and sat down. Fingers slowly touching the fabric. Every single crease, fold, and dip your sofa had. Finding nothing, you painstakingly began to check each room and vase your unit had to offer. Seeing as things were clear, you decided a small trip to the third floor was necessary.

Grabbing your phone, you went to your bedroom and opened the window. Dialing a number, you waited for the other person to pick up.

“Hurry. I don’t have much time.”

“Chrono. Did you destroy the tracker?”

“I did. 2 days ago.” He paused and lowered his voice. “Why?”

“Nothing. How did you dispose of it?”

“Used some equipment we have here.”

“Thanks. Go do your shit.” Hearing a chuckle, you ended the call and closed the windows.

It didn’t take too long but now you were inside the elevator. The faint sound of elevator music keeping you company as the buttons lit up. Once you arrived on the third floor, you walked down the hallway and took a detour to one of the off limit doors.

Knocking 5 times, the door opened.

“Why hello to you, (y/n)~”

“Same goes for you, Roshi-san~” You tilted your head and gave him a peace sign. “Busy?”

“Not at all. Come in, come in! Shall I prepare your throne, princess?”

“And rid you of yours? I just wanna check something.” Taking a Y1000 from your pocket, Roshi took it with a wink and stuffed it into his.

Watching his fingers tapping on the keyboard, a window popped up indicating that a bunch of videos were being transported into a folder. As that was happening, he took a flash drive and connected it. With a few more taps and clicks, he turned around and faced you.

“Paranoid, princess?”

“Not much. Just have to make sure, you know?”

“This about Overhaul?” The bluish twinkle in his eyes made you laugh. “Bingo~ Don’t worry boo, I’ve deleted and looped each and every footage that showed him he even entered within a 100m radius.”

“Remind me why you prefer to work here and not back at the house?”

Roshi Matsui. One of your father’s most trusted members. It had been a few years since he decided to leave the compound and take up a job that made use of his quirk. Though admittedly, he was also one of the reasons why your father chose the apartment building. He felt safe enough to entrust his only daughter to this member.

“I get bored easily.” Facing the screen once more, he tapped away and ejected the flash drive. “Everything you need is in here, princess. You’re in for a wild ride.”

“Thanks for the warning.”

“Shall I continue with your request?”

“Yes, please.”

“Alright~ Have a great day~ OH send my kisses to Geiby-boo.” Right. You keep forgetting that these two were related. Cousins. Giving him the response he wanted, he stood up to open the doors for you. Just as you were about to step outside, Roshi grabbed your arm and smirked. “Not that I care what you do, (n/n)... be sure to check your doors. Aight?”

“I will~”

With hurried steps, you reached the elevator and clicked on your floor. Roshi usually kept an eye on your floor but it was never really needed before. That sudden warning was nothing but bad news as each button lit up. Using your quirk to calm yourself, you stepped out and made your way to your room.

Taking your keys from your pocket, it slipped and jingled its way to the floor. Kneeling to pick it up, you examined the corner pads, sweep, and sill. Seeing nothing, you grabbed your keys and stretched. Eyes scanning the header and the jam. It was still clear of any shiny objects.

Not satisfied with the results, you entered your room and locked your door. Inspecting it from within was much less confining. Yet, there were no indications that your place had been bugged.

“Unless…” Of all the things you barely checked, it would have to be the peephole. “Ah shit.”

True enough, the peephole was blocked and you were met with a tiny lens that seemed to be adjusting its aperture. Heading to where you kept your toolbox, you uttered a string of curses. The want to watch the CCTV footage grew stronger but first things first.

It took awhile but you got the job done. Careful that the small camera wasn’t damaged, you managed to pull it out. The tiny dot of green light indicated that it was still recording. Covering the new whole with some electrical tape, you went to the kitchen and reached for two bowls. Caging the device with the two bowls, you placed it in the fridge to ensure you were safe.

Now in your bedroom, you dialled his number.

“What is it, (y/n)?”

“I don’t like being bugged, Chisaki.”

“And why would I do that? You already pester me with phone AND video calls. I see no need to do that.” There was a pause in the line. “Though, I would be a hypocrite if I wouldn’t admit to the thought of actually doing it.”

“I don’t like liars.”

“Would I ever lie to you?” There was a teasing tone to his voice.

“You might~ I can never guess you right.” If it wasn’t him then who would? “That’s all for now, birdman. W-will you call me later?”

“If my schedule permits it, then I shall.”

“Such a tease…”

“I can do more than teasing, (y/n).”

“Oh shut it.” Ending the call, you resisted the urge to squeal.

Rubbing your face, you groaned and sunk into the sofa, your body feeling tired after all the moving you had done today. Perhaps you weren’t fully healed yet. Dialing another number, you waited for the other person to pick up.

“Nao?”

“Ah. (y/n). You okay now?”

“Not fully but I can head to work tomorrow. Are things alright there? How’s the report for the raid?”

“It’s still in the drafts but it shouldn’t be too hard for you to pick up.”

“Email it to me. I can start working on it now.”

“Sure.” He paused. “How’re things with Rusai?”

“Who?”

“Your caretaker?”

Oh. He was given an alias. Something you didn’t know. Then again, you didn’t bother as to how he even became your ‘legal guardian’ during those tiring times.

“Things were rather interesting to be honest. A bit of a rough 20 minutes when I woke up but other than that, things improved significantly~” You stared at the entryway and bit your tongue. “Deku and Mirio dropped by but he left earlier than planned.”

“Deku and Mirio? Isn’t that…”

“I know. I took care of it. Though, I have a feeling something’s about to happen again.”

“Be careful, (n/n).”

“I will~ Now go do your thing~”

Reaching for your laptop, you unlocked and connected the flash drive. Waiting a few seconds, you opened the folder and grabbed a pillow. Clicking on the first video, upped the speed and began to watch as to who could have possibly planted that bug on your door.

As the hours ticked by and your legs falling asleep alternatively, you took a glance at your windows and realized that the sun was now setting. Stretching your entire body, you could feel the tension being released. Pausing the current video, you groaned and layed down on the sofa. Hair splaying everywhere.

Roshi was right.

It really was indeed a wild ride.

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#overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul #chisaki kai #bnha overhaul #mha overhaul #bnha chisaki kai #mha chisaki kai #shie hassaikai

[fyrapartnersearch]

1x1 M// Fantasy Romance OC search

Hey! Y'all can call me Eyo or Eyofin, I’m a queer female, 27 years old, full time job and yada yada. Looking for some new fun to keep me going during these great awesome amazing wonderful times. I tend to be long-winded so I’m trying to keep this as brief as I can.

About me & my writing:

 CST Timezone

13+ years of writing experience

Looking to write OC’s, although I’m happy to take inspiration from established universes

Huge Overwatch dweeb, into anime, fantasy, art…the whole nerd package. I like making friends and OOC chat a lot, and I typically get on with people who have similar interests!

I tend to write 500+ words per post, 3rd person, past-tense. I have no length requirements so long as you give me something to bounce off. I’d like coherent grammar and spelling, but I’m not crazy picky.

Chill atmosphere. RP'ing is a hobby and isn’t worth it unless it’s fun for everyone involved. That being said, I can comfortably respond once a day, but I usually match my partner’s pace. I expect you to understand if I need to go a few days without replying, take a break, or go on hiatus. Also, ditching happens. I get it. I don’t sweat the details. If we’ve crossed paths before and it didn’t work out, but you’d be inclined to try again, I’m totally down.

Looking mostly for M/M, tho I’d be open to F/F too. That being said, nothing turns me away more than someone who only plays the submissive role, so if this is you, we’re not going to mesh. I’d rather not distinguish what position characters take in bed and let it flow naturally.

 21+ just because I find it much easier to relate to people closer to my age.

I really enjoy writing smut. I think I’m one of the few people that can pretty much just write it forever (although whether I write GOOD smut is...eh...debatable). That being said, I do still expect a story, and the level of smut can vary depending on what you’re comfortable with. I don’t have many limits at all, but my big, non-negotiable No’s are mpreg, A/B/O, scat, and vomit. I’m always happy to fade to black or accommodate your limits, no questions asked. We can discuss this more in private.

Email or discord are my preferred methods of writing

My characters tend to be very quirky. I like giving them extremes: making them particularly amazing in a few areas, at the detriment of being severely lacking in others. Flawed geniuses. I enjoy giving them pretty radical personality types and don’t do well playing mild, average characters. I tend to break the molds of realism pretty often.

What I’m looking for:

Genres: high fantasy, superheroes, supernatural, adventure, modern fantasy, monsters, apocalypse, etc. 

Character-driven. Come at me if you have OC’s you’re craving to play and we'll smush him with one of mine and see what happens! I’ve got mostly humanoid characters with a monster or two thrown into the mix. I like human x creature pairings quite a bit, but am fine with human x human and all other sorts ;)

I like both fluff and dark themes. Sickeningly sweet romance and then a dose of violence. Relationships that are sunshine and relationships that are twisted and messed up. I think it’s fun when a roleplay has tons of up’s and down’s across the board

I’m cool doubling as necessary to carry the plot along

My plot ideas:

I’m actually pretty dry on plots at the moment, so if you have something you’re craving let me know! I’m open to most things. Here’s a few vague possibilities off the top of my head: 

Kingdoms at war: Can be various types of kingdoms, but two individuals on opposite sides of a war end up in a situation where they have to depend on one another to survive: getting stranded, a huge monster attack, unexpected bigger enemy appearing, etc. They could be the leaders of each kingdom, the children of those leaders, or random soldiers.

Knights and monsters: A famous knight or bounty hunter ends up in an unlikely scenario where he’s paired up with the kind of monster he’s usually fighting. 

Rebellion: Characters live in an oppressive regime. One character is gathering up a rebellion. The other, who could be anyone ranging from a poor nobody to a rich noble, decides to follow along with their cause.

Assassins/Bounty Guild/Mercenaries: Through a wild series of circumstances, one character ends up joining an elite group of assassins/mercenaries, and it’s up to the other character to train him. (I would love to play the experienced guy  in this situation!)

Superheroes: BNHA or Tiger & Bunny inspired. Characters join an organization to be superheroes. They could be classmates, assigned as partners, or, similar to the assassins plot, take on more of a mentor/student role.

Adventure: Characters are explorers tasked with reaching a specific location, chasing after some kind of legendary treasure in an incredibly hostile environment. They can be rivals or partners, or from various different walks of life all trying to reach the same goal.

Gladiators: Boys in an arena, either a fighter and his owner, or two fighters who have to duke it out for the crowds. 

I also have a few pre-made OC’s, and I’d love to write any of them! Since this post is getting rather long, you can find them at https://toyhou.se/Eyofin. 

Thanks for reading through! If you’re still interested you can email me at [email protected] or Discord @Eyofin#2223.

#independent roleplay #oc rp #multiple paragraph #long term #email #smut rp #submission

[celestialmystical]

2 + 2 = 4

You don’t really know until you experience it.

An expression we all know well and acknowledge as truth. We can speculate and ponder on how experiencing such and such can feel like such and such, but we don’t really know until we are in that situation.

I knew moving to South Korea would be confusing, frustrating, and overwhelming—I knew it like I know two plus two equals four. But I didn’t know it like I don’t know what it’s like to be the number four.

I got on the plane to go to South Korea, and after watching the stewards and stewardesses greet each person, I noticed that they greeted me in English, not Korean.

They just gave me one look and did that.

It didn’t offend me so much as make me sad. I didn’t want them to make it easy for me. I wanted to have to respond in Korean.

Boy did I get my wish.

The flight was easy. The huge airplane was mostly empty and I had the entire row to myself. I laid across the seats and slept for the 9 hours out of the 13.

Even though I had to have my mask on the entire, that’s not really what bothered me during the flight. 

It was the fact that I had to keep my knees bent in order to lay across the seats. If I stretched them out, I’d hit the other row. Curse my 5’9 height. After awhile my knees were hurting and it was getting hard to breathe.

Not because of the mask, but because of my bra. If you’re girl, you know how annoying it is to sleep with something wrapped tightly around your rib cages.

The other four hours flew by somehow. I didn’t watch anything and barely read. I mostly just listened to music and also ate food.

We landed around 4 AM—an hour earlier than we were supposed to arrive.

Getting off the airplane, I had to go through several different customs people. Each one wanted a different document and it kept requiring me to take my backpack off my shoulders, shuffle something out and hand it to them. When I’d get it wrong because we couldn’t understand each other, I’d have to do it over again. This, wearing a huge jacket and a mask, carrying my hydroflask and my large cuddle toy, Matchie, made me extremely sweaty and tired.

The language barrier hit me like a freighter train. No exaggeration.

I, for some reason, though I knew it would be hard, didn’t know how hard it’d be—and mostly how much I would get down on myself because of it.

Once I got in the taxi to go to where I was supposed to be quarantined, I was more than relieved. I couldn’t wait to just get in my room and shut down. I was mad at myself for only being able to say “Annyeonghaseyo” and “Gamsahabnidia.” Hello and Thank you.

The taxi driver dropped me off on a desolate street with a bunch of convenient stores.

I was able to say to him “Migug” and “Eolma-eyo.” Which is “American” and “How much.”

He told me how much in Korean and I had no clue what he said so I just gave him 50,000 won.

I asked him if this is the right spot and he said it was.

He took out my two large luggage cases and then left.

I sat on one of the tables because I was expecting to see a table or a sign or something that would lead me to where I was supposed to go, but there was nothing but stores.

It was around 6 in the morning.

I called my mom and texted Glitter Queen, telling them I had no clue where I was and that I wasn’t sure if the guy took me to the right location.

As they were trying to figure it out, I tried my best to be positive despite the fact that I was stranded in a foreign country where I knew no one and nothing.

I noticed that there were people who were cleaning the trash off the streets the same way you’d see volunteers cleaning trash off the beach. Except these people were hired.

The pigeons there are extremely loud. They chirp at each other as if they are in a heated debate and they all think the louder they become, the better their arguments get.

It was sunny, really clear. The clouds were spotted and beautiful. The horizon was hazy and peachy. The air had a nice chill and smell.

Glitter Queen sent me the location of where the building was at, saying that possibly the taxi driver just took me a little ways away from it.

So I grabbed my luggage and charted off to where the pinpoint was.

Half way there, the pinpoint disappeared.

I didn’t have wifi and my international plan only worked for texts and calls.

Again, I had no idea where I was. I stopped by a bench.

I saw a lot of elders out for their morning stroll stare at me curiously.

How could they not? I’m a 5’9, white girl with two luggage cases wondering in their city.

I called my mom again who was calling everyone she could possibly get a hold of. She even called my insurance out here for help.

It was not even 7 AM, no one is awake in Korea. The people that I work for were definitely not awake. My mom and I tried calling them a bunch to no avail.

The insurance company called me and a worker in Korea tried to help me but it honestly beame such a huge waste of time.

No offense to that man. He was really trying his best to help me.

Without wifi, I didn’t have my location, so I had to try to tell him where I was. I had to try to pronounce street names and when that didn’t work I had to spell out the street name, which took forever because he barely spoke English himself.

I got so frustrated though that I hung up. I knew he wasn’t helping.

I kept walking to where I thought the building might be but ended up in just the back alley of some apartment complex where there were several trash bags.

My mom called and told me I needed to get back to the stores so I could have wifi so she could have my location.

So I trudged my suitcases back to my original spot. By then it was getting hot and humid, and there were more than just elderly people walking about.

I got back to the spot. The sun was out, peaking out from the tall buildings and beating its heat into me.

The man from the insurance called me back and I tried giving him my location but he said he couldn’t open it.

He then asked me if I could get someone Korean on the phone with him.

I looked around. There were construction workers and some guys just standing in front of a store with a cigarette.

I said there wasn’t anyone near me. The thought of asking for help and possibly having them judge me made me nauseous. I was already dealing with enough as it is, to have someone scold me would have set me off.

So he kept on trying to get me to say where I was at.

I finally got the balls to ask someone to talk to him mostly because I was just done.

The guy I went up to took my cry for help and phone as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

He talked to the guy and paced the street so casually. I was honestly thankful he was so nonchalant.

He then gave me back the phone and the guy said, “Yeah, you’re just going to have to wait for a taxi and then call me when you do.”

No taxis, I mean no taxis, were coming by that street. Absolutely none.

I asked if there was a number I could call. He said no.

After I got off the phone with him, I started crying.

I was beyond frustrated and scared. I thought then maybe I should just leave Korea.

Even my boss didn’t know how to help me. She told me to download an app called Naver which though I’m sure will be useful later, did not help me then because it showed that the building was where I went to on my own.

I didn’t want to go back there on my own carting two luggage cases again.

One of the consults who work with people who want to teach in Korea, like me, and work with the schools in Korea, finally called me and told me the building was right behind me.

I told her she was wrong. I was in front of a bunch of stores.

She told me it’s to the left of the CU store. That I had to go down the drive way and go into an elevator.

I did what she said, not expecting anything.

But low and behold, there was the elevator.

This entire time, the building was right behind me.

As soon as I was in my room, all of my bodily functions hit me at once.

I needed pee. I was starving. And I was beyond physically and mentally exhausted.

As soon as I was done using the restroom and eating, I hit the bed and crashed.

The entire situation was horrendous. I blame myself for not knowing much of any Korean, I blame them for not telling me what to expect—but I mostly blame the fact that my flight arrived an hour early.

If it hadn’t, there would have been someone with my name as a sign there to guide me, but there wasn’t.

But yeah. I really had no idea how frustrating, scary, confusing, and overwhelming it is to live in another country completely different from yours on your own until that experience.

It definitely opened my eyes and made me go from understanding the concept of 4 to becoming it.

[tarotdeckshuffle]

Eyo! Can I request an Ardyn x S/o where said s/o is always on the go, active and not really sleeping as much. From fighting to taking care of Ardyn, and basically is getting sick but won’t really take it easy as Ardyn suggests and in the end she only ends up running herself down? Sweet fluff, tea and cuddles?

Thank you for the request!  I hope this is ok. I think I wrote it when I was way too tired…Enjoy! ❤

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Beside You

Life with Ardyn was never still, perhaps that’s why you worked so well together. The man was in constant trouble; from using the MTs under him as target practice and initiating their self defense program, to picking fights with the ever watchful Glaives. By now, you didn’t even magically store your weapon, as every time you did, Ardyn would end up running past you chased by a new menace, smiling because he knew you’d come to save him. You knew that the next time you didn’t have the weapon at your side, you’d need it.

It didn’t help that the man rarely took care of himself. Both of you knew he was immortal, so not eating or sleeping wouldn’t kill him. To him, that was enough. To you, that was the bare minimum. Even immortals got hangry and when the Chancellor hadn’t eaten in days, he’d become grumpy dead weight to you.

So while Prince Noctis had three other people on emotional, guardian, and household duties, Ardyn had you. You worked your hardest to care for the man you loved. You prepared nearly every meal, fought for him, and were ever at his side.

The Chancellor’s needs rarely left time for you to tend to your own. You made a habit of getting up before him to make breakfast and train. Nights were filled with preparing supper, setting up a makeshift camp, checking the perimeter, and seeing to your love. All this left you perhaps four hours of sleep on a good night.

Your stress did not go unnoticed by Ardyn’s dark eyes. He hated how much he relied on you, but every time he tried to take charge, you would swoop in and do the task better. Fighting? You were a natural. Cooking? A chef of the highest caliber. And when the dreams came to him, you were there to quell them.

But the toll it all took on your body was great. Your love would always insist that you sit and eat with him. When Ardyn skipped meals, he saw that you did, too. And he wished so badly for you to sleep more. He’d beg for you to find slumber, but you’d just smile and say you would after another endless task was completed. Your constant struggle against necessities pained the Usurper’s heart; your precious life was already too short without your constant demands to sacrifice it for his luxuries.

Lately, your inattentiveness to yourself was catching up to you.

You were aboard a Niflheim airship circling some unknown wild region in a monsoon. Ardyn was determined to find a particular behemoth. “Science” was the only reason he would give to search out a great monster in this weather.

Sleep had eluded you for days. There were constant tasks to see to along with various thoughts keeping your mind awake. When you did finally sleep, your love tossed and turned next to you, waking you. You didn’t blame him for any of this, but the situation was dragging on you. You felt a chill that you couldn’t shake and a pain in your throat. A could would slow you down, but it wouldn’t stop you, or so you hoped.

Ardyn noticed the puff to your eyes, the drag to your step, and the fog on your vision. He watched you as you stood next to him at the control panel to the airship.

“You know, darling, you can go and sleep. I promise the airship only requires one person to pilot.”  He smiled over at you, hoping to make a joke of the situation.

“No, no. I’m fine,” you replied, attaching a well known smile to your face. Ardyn knew it well. It was meant to hide what you were doing to yourself behind a veneer of duty and love. It had worked, at first. Now, it only worried him more.

As he was about to retort, something caught Ardyn’s eye outside the windshield. There was a movement in the brush before thunder and lighting cracked simultaneously, illuminating a great black beast on the ground below.

“There! Go! Now!” The Chancellor ordered the MTs out of the airship with caging equipment. He put on his hat and strode towards the airship ramp. You were at his side.

“You should stay here…someone has to make sure we have an escape route,” he said, turning towards you. Honestly, he wanted you safe from this great beast.

“Like hell I’m staying anywhere!” You said, starting to sprint towards the door. Ardyn sighed as he followed you. He loved you,  but by the six you were as stubborn as a force of nature!

The fight to capture the behemoth went well, all things considered. Many MTs were lost, but the creature was captured, sedated, and caged with only minor injuries. You were sore from taking many hits you should have dodged and soaked to the bone, but no major injuries to report.

Ardyn had been directing the MTs. You had wandered off, likely away from the smell of wet monster, but the Chancellor had made sure to keep a watch on you from the corner of his eye. You were obviously exhausted and your love had plans to whisk you away to his quarters once aboard the airship.

The MTs were getting the beast aboard the airship. You stood back, ankle deep in mud and freezing from the rain. You were staring off into space, into the darkness of the rain, letting it mesmerize you. Your body was so cold, everything felt numb. The sound of the rain seemed to drift further and further and further…

You didn’t hear the panic in Ardyn’s voice as he called your name. Your weak body collapsed into the mud, too exhausted to fight off the sickness that brought you down.

In an instant, Ardyn was on his knees in the mud, holding you in his arms. No! No, it was too soon to lose you! He couldn’t lose you, not yet! He needed you!

He searched your body, fearing he would find wounds that you hadn’t told him about. Finding none, his hands moved to your forehead. You were burning up. Without hesitation, Ardyn scooped you into his arms, making his way to the airship.

“We make for the nearest town,” he commanded.

All the fever dreams you had been putting off came to find you as you lay unconscious. A thousand different pains you felt and a thousand more you saw. Nothing made sense, but everything was true.

Just as you wondered if the torment could end, it did. You faintly heard humming before you dozed off into a dreamless sleep.

Light was streaming onto your face when you finally awoke. It took you a moment to find your bearings on reality. Your body felt warm and heavy but your head felt foggy. You turned the brick on your shoulders to see the love of your life, sitting in a chair next to your bed. His hat was on the nightstand leaving his messy hair exposed. His elbows rested on his knees, having held his head in his hands. He looked up at you, smiling with a tired but warm expression. “Good morning, Beautiful.” His eyes looked at you adoringly.

“Good morning, Handsome,” you replied. You attempted to sit up. “What happened?”

Ardyn fussed over you, trying to get you to lay back down. “You’ve been out for quite some time. You shouldn’t be moving, yet, love. You’re body is going to resist…”

A surge of dizziness hit you, threatening to make you empty your stomach. You released the strength in your arms, willing yourself to crash back into the bed, but strong arms were there to catch you. Gently, you were lowered down.

“Shh, love. Lay still for a moment.” Ardyn got up from beside you. All you could do was shut your eyes, hoping the world around you would stop spinning.

Soon, the great soft hands of the man you loved slipped under your back. “Up, just a little. There…now, drink. This should help you feel better.” You felt a warm drink slip between your lips. The flavor was minty and bitter, you never knew medicine to taste good. As the cup was pulled from your lips, you slipped back into slumber.

Two days you had slept, taken from Ardyn’s grasp by a fever. It wasn’t the wounds he had first feared you had, but the healer had known many people to be taken from this world by less than the fever you fought. He had sent the monster and his MTs back to Gralea, leaving the two of you in a hotel in some run down town. He couldn’t risk you getting worse from traveling in a cold, damp airship for days on end before reaching your destination.

By the time you awoke, again, the sun had set outside. You turned towards where your healer had been sitting, but found him absent. Turning towards the other direction, you saw him standing before a moonlit window. Ardyn had shed his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

“Good to see you’ve decided to come back,” he said, turning to smile at you.

“I always will,” you replied, gazing adoringly at your angel.

“How do you feel?” He set down a cup in his hands before striding over to your side and returning to his former spot.

“Better…” You couldn’t tell if the blush on your cheeks was from the fever or the way Ardyn fussed over you. “You never answered my question: what happened?”

Ardyn sighed before taking your hand. “You fainted from fatigue and a fever. I brought you to this…illustrious establishment.” His eyes wandered the shabby motel room. “A cold, damp, and odiferous airship isn’t the best place to care for the ill.”  His eyes rested on your face with a warm smile.

You grew somber. “How long have we been here?”

“Hardly any time, at all…” He tried to play.

“How long have we been here?” You needed to know. How badly had you messed up?

Ardyn looked down, studying your hand. “You’ve been asleep for three days now. It has been three days of which I have done naught but worry for you. Three days of wondering if I would hear your voice, again. Three days of thinking about all I should have done…”

“I’m…I’m sorry, love.” You gripped Ardyn’s hand. “I should have…”

“NO! That’s exactly the problem! You should not have done so much! You should not have worried so much about me that you let your own body whither!” Ardyn slumped into your lap, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Please, [Y/N]. Let me care for you. I need you.” His last three words lay on his lips as all the fear the healer had felt over the past days streamed down his cheeks.

Slowly, you sat up, laying a hand on your love’s back. You hushed him while reassuring him that you were still there. Finally, he looked up at you. Before he could try to hide behind his mask, you laid a finger on his lips. “Come, I have had three days without your  cuddles.” Ardyn gave you an exhausted smile before crawling into the bed beside you.

Under your loving healer’s care, you were well in no time.

The Chancellor wouldn’t let you out of bed for days after you were better. He thoroughly enjoyed having you all to himself and desired nothing more than to hold you all day. You smiled and let him keep you pinned in the bed. You spent the day watching daytime soap operas, napping, drinking tea, and lazily kissing.

Perhaps this rest is what you both had truly needed. It took you time to learn to let your darling care for you. You had thoroughly scared him. You allowed yourself to be caught up in your sacrificial, duty driven complex far too much to realize how awful you had been to yourself. Now, he enjoyed getting to fawn over you and care for you, while you learned how to delegate.

Ardyn came to realize how tired he was of not being allowed to care for you. No more would he let you take on every burden alone. He promised to help you in every way he could. Your life may be short, but this man vowed to spend every moment he could making sure it was wonderful.

For days, neither of you contacted Niflheim. The quiet time together were perfect. Every morning was filled with herbal teas to soothe your tired body. Evenings were spent at the local cafe or wandering the wilds. Ardyn insisted that it was to make sure you had adequate time to heal, but you knew how much he was enjoying it all.

Eventually, you did call for an airship to pick you up. Ardyn got an earful regarding dropping a great behemoth off with the Empire and then leaving. He gave the Commander a sheepish smile before dodging them to be with you.

#ffxv #ardyn x reader #ardyn x s/o #ardyn #ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #fluff #sick #tea #fanfiction #cute #angst #final fantasy #final fantasy xv

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Boondoggle

A quick idea I wanted to write about. Have some bro time between Raph and Donnie \o/ !! Happens before the events in OoTS.

Welp, as the hip kids would say; yolo, thought Donnie as he grabbed his sixth coffee. There was no time for stirring anything in it, enjoying his drink as dark as the night. His mind was running, knowing he would never be able to find sleep unless he put every little bits of details and ideas down on paper. A new drone? Maybe. Some new tech for his secret battle truck project? VERY TEMPTING, yet not necessary for now. A shell scratcher? Oh god, yes please. “A peashooter!” he said outloud to himself, as if he just got the most brilliant idea of all time. Maybe his caffeine rush mixed with his underlining tiredness didn’t help. A grin was plastered on his face as he began to write down the needed requirements, tools and components for this extraordinaire invention. Oh this would be so much fun- “Eyo, what’s up, Don?” said a tired tone. The purple clad mutant stopped, turning to the voice’s source and soon noticing Raph’s presence. Donnie frowned, rapidly glancing from his brother to the clock nearby. It was three in the morning. Everybody was asleep. Well ... except for him and now Raphael too! Shit, how did time fly by so fast? “Why are you up?” asked Donatello, still frowning. “I throw that back at ya, brainiac.” “I’m busy.” “Busy with what?” Raph moved, already nearing the other’s work. He grabbed the sheet of paper without consent, observing its content. A smirk found a way to his lips, puffing a small laugh. “... A peashooter?” “It’s important!” complained Donnie, trying to grab back the paper. “For what?” asked Raph, holding it high so his seated brother wouldn’t take it. “Wanna throw some saliva around?” Donnie got up, finally snatching the plan from the other’s hand. He tapped the sheet lightly with his free hand to accentuate his words. “I want to implement a precision module that would allow us to aim at specific targets and hit them without fail. It would throw the projectile into a curve and would, at the same time, give it enough velocity to augment its strength.” “... Ok, how many coffees you had now?” “That’s my sixth.” “Time to slow down or else your brain will explode.” Donnie sighed, sitting back down on his stool. He took time to slightly pinch at the base of his nose, right under his glasses, soon moving to massage and rub over his closed eyes. Damn, now that he was out of focus, fatigue was now catching up... “Anyway, you still didn’t answer my question: why are you up?” he threw back at Raph, looking up at the other terrapin with a half-lidded gaze. “... I couldn’t sleep,” answered the other, shrugging a little. “Why?” “The fuck if I know!” grumbled the red clad mutant. “I just kept thinkin’. Sometimes my stupid brain won’t shut up...” “Welcome to the club,” chuckled Donnie. The inventor looked back at his plan, finally sobering from his caffeine induced high. An annoyed grunt left him, tossing the sheet back on his work station. “What the fuck was I thinking?” he started to complain. “This is such a boondoggle.” Raph did a double take. “A what now?” Donnie smirked, explaining: “Boondoggle: a project that is considered a waste of both time and money, yet is often continued due to extraneous policy or political motivations.” “Why the fuck would you call it like that?” chuckled the other. “What would be its ‘political motivation’?” “How about taking down the hierarchy - aka annoy the shit out of Leo?” answered the tall mutant, looking over his glasses with amusement. That got a loud and amused “HAH!” out of the red clad turtle. He took the paper once more, rapidly reading over it. “I could totally get behind that. Count me in then; whatchu want me to do?” Donnie froze, unsure of what he just heard. “Wait ... you want to help building this?” “Why not? Anything good enough to annoy mister perfect ninja boy is the most brilliant plan in the universe. ... Plus, since we both cannot sleep, it’ll help us pass time.” The smile on Raph’s features was sincere, handing back the plan to his brother, ready for any upcoming command. Donnie took it back, excitement lighting up his face. “I’ll go gather the tools we need and we can get started on the baseline,” he started, up again and heading to his toolbox. But he soon stopped as Raph spoke up again with a large grin: “By the way, I’m so stealing that boondoggle word from ya now. It’s funny as hell!”

#me #tmnt #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt donatello #tmnt raphael #short fic

[queenofnohr]

Yan Qing Interlude - Death of a Certain Outlaw

Phew, this one was a doozy. Warning: This Interlude hinges on the reader having knowledge of how exactly Doppelganger and Yan Qing are tied to each other as well as knowledge of Water Margin. I try to give context in translator’s notes at the end, but…… yeah.

Only one set of options for now because I was supposed to put this up Saturday, but my internet was blown out for the last 4 days and anywhere with free wifi is quite a ways away. I’ll probably end up adding them this weekend (and for now the corresponding options are bolded)

If text isn’t tagged in brackets or with a character tag, it means it’s unnamed narration. (I also recommend pulling up a video or the Interlude itself cuz there are some cool effects (like the scenery being “glitchy” during narration segments))

Now that I’m done with uni, translation commissions are open for the immediate future!

―Doesn’t everyone have this thought at least once in their lives? That is - am I really myself? Can you say for certain whether or not you’re just a puppet, controlled by someone else? Maybe this world is nothing but a sham, and I am a being that only exists within the mind―

In this world, “yourself” isn’t anything that truly exists. Legends, myths - those certainly do exist.  Now then. ―Just who am I?

[in Shinjuku]

Yan Qing: *pant* *pant* *pant* …… The sky is dull, the water tastes filthy, the stench of blood hangs thick in the air - the atmosphere is altogether the fucking worst. The bleeding won’t stop. I’ve been cornered. ???: How does it feel to die? Yan Qing: Ah― it really is the worst. Laughing, sneering, jeering. And yet, here, in my final moments, doubt rises from the depths of my mind. In the end, all I wanted to know was life as a human being. Just who was I, really? I wonder if the man before me laughs because he knows. Yan Qing: Hey - who am I? ???: ……. ……. You are― I can’t hear him laughing. I quietly close my eyes.

[scene change, rooftop]

> We’ve come to Shinjuku again……

Mash: Communications are stable, Master. Allow me to explain the situation once more. Shinjuku, as a Singularity, has already been corrected. As such, no matter what strange phenomena might occur here, it will have no effect on the Human Order Foundation, however― One Servant Leyshifted to Shinjuku. Known as the Shinjuku Assassin, his True Name is Yan Qing…….

> Does anyone know what happened to Yan Qing? > Is it certain he’s in Shinjuku?

Mash: I have no other information to report other than that he Leyshifted to Shinjuku. Accompanying you as navigators are Cursed Arm Hassan and Geronimo. I look forward to working with the both of you. Geronimo: The pleasure is mine. Cursed Arm: Then, Master, where shall we begin the search? Geronimo: We won’t find him by searching at random. It seems we have no choice but to follow his magical energy…… Mash: Yes, and we have the tracking data from it. The problem is, at a certain point, Yan Qing’s trail effectively disappears. It might be because of increased interference on the part of the monitoring device, or perhaps…… Cursed Arm: Hm. Perhaps he suffered a grievous wound, or even perished. No, excuse me - I spoke without thinking. Please be at ease, Gudako-dono. Yan Qing is a strong person with high mental fortitude. In fact, he’s probably at his best running around this city. Geronimo: I suppose you’re right - this isn’t a serious enough issue to require fortune telling. I, too, will guarantee his survival. Cursed Arm: Then, for the time being, I’ll investigate our surroundings. We shall have a better chance at finding him with our options narrowed down. Geronimo: I suppose we’ll wait until you’ve returned. But taking our Master’s endurance into account, I’d like to finish this within the day. Cursed Arm: Haha, but of course. Well then, I’ll be back shortly.

> Take care > Be careful―

Cursed Arm: I’m grateful for your concern. But worry not. For we Hassans are one with the shadows.

[Cursed Arm leaves]

Geronimo: Then, for the time being―

[Cursed Arm returns]

Cursed Arm: I found him. Geronimo: That was fast.

> So fast!?

[scene change, streets]

Yan Qing: Oh, Miss~! Can I get a meat bun with whatever kind of meat that is? Thanks~.

> It really is Yan Qing…… > What the hell is he doing

Cursed Arm: When I saw him I, too, doubted my eyes. I thought - there must be a limit on how much one can slack off. Yan Qing: Oh, if it isn’t my Master. What’s up?

> Don’t you “What’s up” me!

Yan Qing: ? ……No. That’s right. After all, I just turned up without a word, didn’t I. Ah, sorry. I really am sorry, but― There’s something I must do here. I won’t let anything get in my way. Yan Qing (?): It’s no excuse, but I will not allow myself to be caught!

> This is Doppleganger’s power……!? > He shapeshifted!

Yan Qing (?): That’s right. I’m going all out this time. It’s all over if you catch me here, you see! Geronimo: He’s about to lose it. At this rate― Our best course of action is probably beating him into submission. Let’s go, Master. Mash: Everyone, please prepare for combat!

[battle]

Yan Qing (?): Sorry, but I’m out. See ya! Geronimo: A smokescreen……! Cursed Arm: It seems he stole it from someone while we fought. Mash: W- What should we do? He said he had something to do, but…… Cursed Arm: ……This is certainly unfortunate. Gudako-dono, let’s pursue him. Geronimo: Oi. Cursed Arm, do you know what exactly it is Yan Qing should be doing? Cursed Arm: Indeed, as it has to do with me. Now then, shall we head out? His destination is unknown, but so what? We’ll just have to go over this city with a fine-toothed comb. It’s a routine job for a Hassan such as I.

[2nd arrow]

Wandering, searching for that which must be done. Something that cannot be cleaned away, atoned for, compensated. If something gets in my way, I’ll eliminate it. Because my objective is righteous. Because it is righteous, it is for the sake of being righteous. I will take revenge on him. [scene change] Geronimo: So, basically, it’d be better to go after him, but…… If he’s disguised, finding him would be impossible. Then, what should we do? Cursed Arm: Not impossible - in our previous battle, I secretly marked him. It’s a cursed incense passed down in my organization. We only need to be near him to detect him. Geronimo: Oho, so that was what you were preparing during battle. Then we’ll be counting on you to guide us, Cursed Arm. Cursed Arm: It would be my honor, Master.

> Please guide us!

Cursed Arm: ……Hm. It’s faint, but the scent is in the air. It’s surprising that we’d locate him so soon. He’s this way. I’ll take the lead.

[scene change]

Geronimo: By the way, I’ve been thinking about our conversation from earlier.

> What are you thinking? > About what he “must do”?

Geronimo: Indeed. Why did he want to go back to Shinjuku? And you, Cursed Arm - what is it that you know? Cursed Arm: …………Alright. It isn’t something I should’ve spoken of so easily, but the situation being what it is, I happened to have a slip of the tongue. The truth is, in Chaldea, Yan Qing came to apologize to me.

> Because of the Shinjuku Incident…… > Apologize for what?

Cursed Arm: Indeed, because of what happened during the Shinjuku Incident.

[Chaldea flashback]

Yan Qing: Eyo, Master Cursed Arm. Do you have a minute? Cursed Arm: Go ahead and come in, Yan Qing-dono. What troubles you? Yan Qing: I feel like there’s something I need to apologize to you for. Cursed Arm: Apologize……? I can’t think of anything in particular that would warrant an apology. Yan Qing: But it seems like, because of what I did in Shinjuku, I caused you trouble. Cursed Arm: ……So that’s it. What you did certainly was described in the Shinjuku report. My name appeared in it, so I read it just in case, but…… It isn’t anything you need to apologize for. Living as an intelligence agent, disguising yourself to betray others is inevitable. Yan Qing: Maybe you’re right. After all I don’t particularly feel any way about it. But even if it isn’t in my heart, my body itches for it*. I must make amends with you if I want to move forward. And, if possible― I must return to Shinjuku to accomplish it. Cursed Arm: Accomplish “it”……?

Yan Qing: Yeah, you know that saying - “If you commit a sin, work to atone for even a part of it”? It’s sorta like that. Cursed Arm: ……But isn’t is enough to fight alongside our Master? You don’t have to search for atonement in Shinjuku specifically. Yan Qing: ……Yeah, I guess you’re right. No, you’re exactly right. Man, what was I thinking! Just forget I said anything. Cursed Arm: …………

[end flashback]

Cursed Arm: Altogether, I didn’t think anything of it, so I didn’t press it, but…… Upon entering Shinjuku, I remembered how I felt at that time. Even if I was smiling then, my heart was not. Yan Qing is still probably seeking atonement. Geronimo: Atonement, huh. But what the Shinjuku Assassin did has nothing to do with Yan Qing. It can’t be that way. If it were, as Heroic Spirits, our sins would pile up with each time we’re summoned. Even if we were talking about a hero from the Age of Gods, that’s an unbearable burden to place on anyone. To prevent this, we only retain records themselves, we do not “remember.” Mash: As a Demi-Servant, I have no memories from Galahad…… If I did, I think my mind** would wear down.

> But, Yan Qing……

Cursed Arm: ……That’s enough talk. We’ve caught up with him. The Hornet over there is Yan Qing.

[Hornet enemy type appears]

> Yan Qing!

Yan Qing (?): Gah, you already found me!? Geronimo: Yan Qing. Is what you seek atonement? Or is it perhaps retribution - to be judged for your sins.

[Yan Qing reveals himself]

Yan Qing: ……I’m not searching for anything. It’s something I must do, I’m sorry, Geronimo. I have to do it, or I will no longer be me.

―I have a headache. Proper Heroic Spirits don’t understand the agony grating against my soul. Is simply being killed a punishment in itself? No, I have to die more miserably than that.

> Yan Qing……?

Yan Qing: ……Don’t try to stop me, Master. I beg you…… I’m begging you. I have to die. Cursed Arm: You’re contradicting yourself. And you’ve gotten green, Yan Qing. If it’s a sin so heavy you must be killed for it, in order to bear it, fight― I can’t leave you as you are right now. You’re just a despicable greenhorn who’s lost his head trying to scrub away his regrets. Yan Qing: ……! Cursed Arm: How about you, Master? ……If you’re to accept his atonement, with the way things are now, it would be best to just go back.

> I can’t accept it > Let’s talk it out

Yan Qing: Unfortunately, I don’t have time for this……! ―Damn it, so it’s gotta be like this again.

[he turns back into the masked enemy]

Yan Qing (?): If that’s the way it is, I’ll take you on! Sorry, Master!

[two more appear]

Geronimo: Hmph, he can multiply himself just like a planarian or some seaweed. Mash: I think he just called for reinforcements…… Ahem. Anyway, prepare for battle!

[battle]

Geronimo: It seems he escaped while we were defeating the other Hornets. But…… hm. What do you think, Cursed Arm? Cursed Arm: About what? Geronimo: If the end is just? Cursed Arm: ―Of course. That’s why I came here, after all.

> What do you mean? > Perhaps you’re right……

Cursed Arm: Allow me to explain next time we encounter Yan Qing. He also needs to hear it.

[third arrow]

―It’s not here. It’s not here either. It isn’t anywhere. How strange. It has to be here. That person is still here, I’m sure of it. Ah, my body is crumbling. I can’t maintain my spirit foundation as Yan Qing. The sky is dull, the water tastes filthy, ???: How does it feel to die? When I look back, the Grim Reaper is standing there, waiting eagerly for me.

[black screen]

Yan Qing: What, so you were here after all? Cursed Arm Hassan.

[Cursed arm is in view along with the city]

Yan Qing: That’s right, I have to apologize to you. I killed you, I killed you, after all. No, that’s wrong. I was killed. I was killed by you. ……No, wait. Please wait. My memory- My memories are all jumbled up……! Cursed Arm (?): It’s already over, so it’s best to quietly accept it. ……. ……. We can never atone for our sins. Yan Qing: ……That voice…… No, wait…… Are you me? Cursed Arm (?): I shall answer your question with another. Who are you?

[Cursed Arm turns into Yan Qing]

[scene change]

> Hassan…… > Yan Qing……!?

Yan Qing: Eyo, sorry Master! My plan was to trick him, but it didn’t pan out! Geronimo: Hm. It seems you are the real Yan Qing. However, that one also maintains a Saint Graph comparable to Yan Qing. ……This one is at least able to laugh. Is the Yan Qing over there Doppelganger then? Yan Qing (?): Ah…… A- Ah…… AGHHHHHHHHH!! Yan Qing: Oi, oi, calm down, me! Ah, it’s no use. This is bad, I revealed my true form too soon!

[Doppelganger starts rapidly changing forms]

Mash: This is…… A Servant…… No, Christine……? As well as Hassan, Yan Qing…… It transformed into various other enemies! Yan Qing: Well, whatever, let’s calm him down, Master!

> So we just have to beat him! > Er, meaning……?

Yan Qing: Yup! Well then, me that isn’t me. It’s time you return to the place we can be ourselves. Here, the existence you must atone for doesn’t exist. So― If we don’t finish everything here, neither of us will be able to maintain ourselves!

[battle, then scene starts off with a screen blood splatter] [flashback, rooftop]

Cursed Arm: Guh― Shinjuku Assassin: It’s over, Hassan-i Sabbah. Cursed Arm: ……It’s my loss. Take this head of mine. Shinjuku Assassin: Huh? Why would I do a stupid thing like that? No, I’m going to copy your Saint Graph instead. Cursed Arm: ……! Shinjuku Assassin: After all, sooner or later your little Chaldea friends are gonna come to visit, and I’ll - or should I say you’ll - be there to greet them! Cursed Arm: ―So you stay your hand for the perfect ambush setup. You’re a Heroic Spirit worthy of the name Assassin. Very well. Then as a Servant summoned to this land, let me show you the depths of my will. Shinjuku Assassin: Oh, so you’re taking me on? The Big Shot of the assassin world. It’s an honor to be able to kill each other, Hassan. Cursed Arm: ―Dying without being able to do anything. I thought that would be my role, but it is precisely because I cannot do anything that there is indeed something I can do. Shinjuku Assassin: What……? Cursed Arm: ―Zabaniya! Shinjuku Assassin: Ha, I knew it! You can’t take my heart without any prep! Cursed Arm: You’re right. But this time I don’t need a copy.

[blood splatter]

Shinjuku Assassin: What……!? Cursed Arm: Kuku…… Looks like it was successful. Shinjuku Assassin: Your own heart…… why? Cursed Arm: It should be obvious. I believe Chaldea will save this city…… If that’s the case, then I am merely lending my support as a Servant. Shinjuku Assassin: Huh…… Huh……!? How stupid! All this for a hunch! You’re giving your life for someone you’re not even sure will come!? Cursed Arm: Of course. I was summoned as a stray Servant. As such, my mission was to save this city. No, it wasn’t just that. The will of heaven…… No, it’s better to refer to it as a mission. In any case, it’s only natural to become a martyr to that end. Shinjuku Assassin: ……! Cursed Arm: With my death, your imitation cannot be complete. ……It’s such a small thing for me, and such a large failure for you. To the person who will save this yet unknown city - farewell……!

[Cursed Arm disappears]

Shinjuku Assassin: Damn it……! What the hell! For fuck’s sake! That wasn’t for the sake of your lord. Dying for someone you’ve never even met……!? That’s such a fucking bullshit end……! Damn it, damn it, damn you……!

[scene change, looking at sky, still flashback]

―My Saint Graph grates against itself, crashes together. I was someone who once betrayed my Master at the very end, yet even so I still intended to serve faithfully. So, I understand completely. That Assassin’s devotion isn’t something that just anyone can live up to. How ungainly, how very enviable. Ah, it’s grating. It’s coming apart. Splitting in two. It’s being torn apart……! O, lord, my lord! Why did you rush so foolishly to throw away your life! You were smarter than that! Was it for the sake of some hint of glory? Is that unfathomable devotion in me! ……I don’t understand. At that time, fear pierced the depths of my heart. How could I oppose my lord, who saved my life, which should have been abandoned? I didn’t know what I should have done. Nothing, nothing……. Not even the slightest bit……. I didn’t understand anything at all……***

[scene change, present]

Yan Qing: ……And that’s the reason why. That person is me and yet not me. Doppelganger, an existence that should be a phantom. That’s why I could pursue them pretty easily. After all, I still possess some of Doppelganger. Cursed incense? Sorry, that was a lie. Geronimo: So you separated…… I don’t quite get it. Yan Qing: If I had to say, it’s a copy. Using Doppelganger’s power, Shinjuku Assassin could transform into anything. ……Little by little, I lost sight of who I was, until I was defeated by Master. This is what remained, but it was still connected to the me that was summoned by Chaldea. ……That’s right. We’re tied together. The report that I Leyshifted was probably due to the disorder at that time. He thought he was Yan Qing, and returned to Shinjuku again. And I couldn’t allow him to do the same kinda stuff he was doing before. I’m not the villain who controlled Shinjuku, but a chivalrous outlaw. Look, I’m a person with a strong sense of justice, right?

> If it’s you we’re talking about, you’re definitely an outlaw of justice > You mean a chivalrous outlaw of darkness?

Yan Qing: Wahahahaha. Thanks for playing along, Master! Yan Qing (?): Ah…… Ahhhhh…… I can’t atone……. I can’t redeem myself…… There’s only regret…… Nothing but regrets piled high, and I’m still alive…… I can’t stand it…… Yan Qing: You wanted to die, so you tried to kill. Because if you killed then you would be killed. Am I wrong?

[Doppelganger turns into a skeleton ghost]

Doppelganger: ……I…… I am…… I am****…… Everyone……. No one…… Because I have no self, I am no one, because I possess neither good nor evil intent, I cannot become anything. I can only live in the interval between darkness and whispers, no more than an unsightly phantom…… But…… Even so…… I wanted to- at the very least, atone…… But I don’t want to die either…… I don’t know- what to do…… Yan Qing: Oh, in that case, you should join together with me. I mean, I came to invite you, anyway. Geronimo: Hm, joining with a phantom? Can you even do that? You’ve retained your individuality up until now, but your sense of self may be affected. Yan Qing: It’s fine, it’ll be fine. I am me. Right, Master?

> If it’s Yan Qing, everything will be okay > I’m a bit worried, but……

Yan Qing: Righto! Doppelganger: I- It’s okay……? For me…… to be with you…… truly……? Yan Qing: Yeah, become my strength. And don’t forget the feeling of being driven mad, starved of justice. If this is happening, be a splendid outlaw. Doppelganger: An outlaw…… Someone with honor and compassion, who opposes kings, who can control themselves…… Even I…… Could be that……

[Doppelganger disappears]

Mash: Doppelganger…… Wasn’t exterminated, instead I confirmed it’s integration into Yan Qing. There is no disturbance concerning the numerical value of his Saint Graph. Yan Qing: So you’re saying everything’s fine? Geronimo: However, this is an exceptional situation. It’s probably best to receive counsel from Da Vinci upon our return. Yan Qing: Yep, yep, roger that! Geronimo: …… …… Because it had no ego, it wrought evil upon Shinjuku― Consequently, possessing a personality, Doppelganger has the potential for good…… It could be said that this is a miracle borne of the instability of the Foundation of Humanity. Then, Master. No matter who forgets, I want you to remember. By being witnessed by you, his despair and struggle become immortal. And in doing so, surely it will be his glory. Yan Qing: Yeah. For believing in me until the end, you have my gratitude, Master. Everything I do, is for the sake of my lord― For your sake, Gudako!

[end]

Notes: * The furigana reads “body” but the main text reads “Saint Graph” and the verb is “whisper” which is a major sort of….. clue, I suppose, as to what’s going on ** Japanese has a lot of words for mind/soul/heart/will with some of them used interchangeably. This particular word could mean either mind or spirit. *** Hoooo boy. Okay so the entire narration here is based off what happens in Water Margin. Basically, Li Junyi - Yan Qing’s lord who saved him (and thus earned his loyalty) - was lured into a trap and poisoned. Doppelganger, who’s sense of self is tenuous at best is overwhelmed by Yan Qing’s memory of it because of Cursed Arm’s sacrifice, and loses it. I have no idea if there was angst in the original text, but here Doppelganger/Yan Qing is torn up because he regards his greatest sin as surviving even though his lord (as well as a lot of the other outlaws) died.  **** Here, Doppelganger starts cycling through different ways to say “I” in Japanese (Watashi/Ore/Boku/etc) which is obviously difficult to translate directly into English especially since he doesn’t include any other text in these “personality” shifts. It is a cool thing in the OG text though in a short but effectual way to show Doppelganger’s lack of “self” ***** As always, whenever “outlaw” is mentioned, it’s the chivalrous type that Ya n Qing prides himself on being

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Find The Word

Eyo,, it me again, tagged by @ladynyxeris (Thank you again!!)

the rules were I had to post a WIP (or several) containing the words I had to find. The main problem? I couldn’t find any in my WIPs. So... I cheated and wrote a new thing.

I’M CALLING IT A WIP BECAUSE IT’S NOT EDITED OR ANYTHING, OKAY >:0

My words were smile, sky, hope, horizon. In case you can’t tell, not being able to find any of those is... pretty sad. I could find smile, but... that’s it.

Anyways I’m going to tag @sadisticpyromanicicecube, @floofy-choofy, and @a-tired-elf. Typical reasons, I’m 90% sure one of them won’t bite my hand off, and the other two are close friends. 

Anyways, your words are: Fear, lies, tears, grin.

              “This is the biggest waste of time ever. Why do I have to be the one to go and ‘observe the Conclave’.” Asek Adaar snorted, continuing on the well-worn path she walked. Of course, she was the one that was required to go and protect the Divine. Or was it one of the mages? Yeah, she was hired, but that didn’t mean she cared. Whatever. She would ask when she arrived.

              She looked down, managing to stop just in time to avoid stepping on a nug. The animal looked up and did that sniffing-squealing thing it always did. It made Asek smile, just a bit. “You should get off the road, buddy. You’ll get stepped on.” Asek nudged it with her foot, only to have the nug flop onto its stomach, baby hands flailing. She sighed and knelt down, reaching to pick it up. The nug rolled around and grabbed onto her and refused to let go. “…Oh boy,” Asek mumbled with a laugh. She picked it up and stood. The nug squealed again and let go of her hands, flailing around now. She laughed again and set it down.

              The nug skittered away, off of the path. At least now, if it was going to get killed, it wouldn’t be because of getting stepped on. Asek looked up to the sky, humming. The sun hadn’t begun to set yet, but that didn’t mean it was smart to continue her trek. She sighed and continued walking again. Next nice place to bed down, she was going to take it. The Temple of Sacred Ashes was visible in the distance, but there would be no way to make it in time tonight. Her company would already be there; it would be fine if she was a little late.

              There, on the side of the road was a fine place to camp. Hidden enough that if you weren’t paying attention, you probably wouldn’t see her. Asek walked off the path, ducking down low to reach her resting place. It almost looked too perfect. But that didn’t matter. She took off her pack, setting it down at the center of her new camp. A few minutes later and a small tent was set up as well, soon followed by a fire. She sat down, sighing as she watched the crackling flames. Certainly, one of her more comfortable arrangements.

              Asek closed her eyes, smiling as she rested. Several more minutes passed, and then there was another squeaking sound. She opened one eye and smiled even wider. It was the nug from before, creeping forward. “Hey, buddy. Come to say hi?” She asked. The nug froze, and then skittered forward. It stopped when it was beside her and prompted curled up. Asek rubbed the head of the nug. It squealed happily.

              Asek looked up to the sky again. The sun was beginning to set now, and the air was beginning to chill. She gave the nug one last pat and crawled into her tent. The nug followed her inside, curling up next to her. She laughed. “Well. You’re nice. It’ll be nice to have some company.” She then closed her eyes. Sleep came easily.

-----

              When she woke up early the next morning, she didn’t expect the nug to still be there, but it was. It was a pleasant surprise, that’s for sure. Asek crawled out of the tent, tapping the nug lightly. It woke up with a start and trotted after her. The fire had died out sometime in the middle of the night. Less work for her. Asek quickly began to undo the tent, humming a small song as she did.

              And soon, she was off. This time, with a companion. The nug had snuck into her bag, its head popping out. It squealed as Asek put the pack on her back. She grinned, reaching back to rub its head. And then she started off again. Hopefully, she wasn’t too late.

              The sun was still low in the sky, but it was no doubt day. Asek frowned; if she was lucky, she should arrive just as the conclave started. If not? Then she’ll take a punishment. Sure, this was going to be a huge event, but… it was just squabbling. A bunch of grown men and women arguing and complaining about… whatever. It was honestly a waste of time. A ball or something, on the other hand? That was actually enjoyable. Not like she’s ever been to one, though.

              Asek shook her head. No use complaining. The nug sniffed at her ears, squealing as it did. Asek sighed and smiled. At least she had a friend to accompany her.

              The closer she got to the Temple, however, the more she was filled with dread. Something was very wrong, very off. Had her brother been here, she would’ve made a joke about being able to smell it. But of course she couldn’t smell it. She just… Felt like something was off. Way off. And working with a mercenary company means you learn to trust your intuition.

              “Something’s wrong, buddy. You can feel it, can’t you?” She asked the nug, who squeaked nervously. She was about to say something else, perhaps even make a joke, when it happen.

              The sky tore open.

              The echoing boom hurt her ears, and despite being several miles away, she could feel the shockwave. A quick glance to the horizon answered any and all questions she had: The Temple of Sacred Ashes was gone.

              Asek’s throat was dry. She could barely stand. Divine Justinia was in there, as were the leaders of the respective groups. With their heads missing… Chaos would ensue.

              It was a terrorist attack, it had to be. No doubt a successful one, as looking up to the sky revealed what looked to be a rip in the sky itself. It was green and from it, things started to pour out. Multiple green flashes, hunks of something falling from the hole. The nug sniffed in her ear. Yeah. It was bad.

              “Oh… Oh, shit.” She looked back at the nug. “My… Some of my friends were in there. Shit… Shit, come on.” She started jogging forward, only to stop a second later. “No way, not at all. If I go there at all… No, I’d just be a suspect. Why would I run towards an explosion? But… dammit, what do I do?” Asek looked at the nug again. “One sniff for go, two for stay.”

              The nug sniffed once.

              “Dammit. Okay, I’ll… See if I can’t find members of my company.” And she started running again

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