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spearxwind · 1 year
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IT IS TIME. BASTARD FAMILY LINEUP 2023 BABY!!!! WOOO!!
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hoperaypegasus · 25 days
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I thought up random stuff for Beyblade... again
Bladers call their beys by nicknames or shortened names instead of their actually names outside of battles (like Storm Aquario might be called Storm or Hades Kerbecs might be called Kerbie).
Bladers who travel on their own a lot often train their beys so that the avatar can accompany them. This technique is also more common in performer spheres as it does drain energy and wouldn’t be smart for a battle blader to constantly be doing.
Beys tend to listen to people who are close with their blader as well (for example Toby and Zeo can command each others beys if they want) and generally all beys being willing to listen to a mechanic if they’ve been to them numerous times before and trust them.
Some beys can alter their avatar if what they are based on has multiple forms (like Horuseus can be a falcon as well, or Aquario can take on the form of a wave and a water spirit).
When bladers get to a really high level of strength and control, they can temporarily embody the power of their bey (as seen by Pluto at the battle of Nemesis and Ryuga’s teleportation). This power varies in form from bey to bey and can be built up over time (Kenta with teleportation and a bow, Gingka with wings, Kyoya with creating wind currents, nile with shields etc).
Even if they stop battling later in life, former bladers often still carry their beys with them, often hiding bey boxes in professional settings in increasingly creative ways.
Tag team partners who battle together a lot typically end up mimicking each other subconsciously and usually have some form of matching item in their appearances (tattoo, jewelry, etc).
DJs often got into fights about "blader custody" during the world championships, aka who got announce for them since they were DJing for them the longest. And it wasn't just National DJs with each other, regional ones jumped in too. It was chaos.
Different types of bladers value and aim for different things in their beys, so comparisons between different groups by each other tend to fall short as they hold them to their standards. Because of this, there are sheets on the WBBA websites of what is common goals of each groups for reporters who might not be fluent in these.
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maukiki1 · 2 months
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u said u have reqs open uhhrmmmm um im throwing king mfb ur way :3
I tried a different rendering style w this and got a little excited about trying it and ended up spending more time onnit than i intended😭😭😭KING WHEN I CATCH YOU KING….
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Heres my absolute confusion-struggle-madness page of me trying to figure out how to draw him . Like idk what it is but his blitz striker fusion wheel lookin-ass hair looks so easy to draw yet it got me ripping my hair out wtf ive never struggled with drawing a mfb character ever before KING WHEN I CATCH YOU KING….
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first day as a early-third-century general and my lame loser of a liege lord has just suffered an overwhelming defeat at the hands of his rival warlord because he refused to abandon the refugees who were slowing him down.
this is our darkest hour. the coalition has been utterly crushed, my sworn-brother is presumed dead and our best general was last seen defecting to the enemy. it's up to me to cover our retreat. i scrape together twenty men and prepare to take a final stand. i am going to save the man i love--this stupid, loyal, big-hearted loser--or die trying.
i hide my men in the nearby woods and order them to tie branches to their horses tails to stir up dust to make it look like there's a lot of us, and then I ride out alone to face the Rival Warlord's army, screaming and raving like a lunatic.
my deranged, suicidal improvisation ends up being an OVERWHELMING SUCESS because the Rival Warlord is a neurotic over-thinker and he believes there's a huge force in the woods, waiting to ambush him. Rival Warlord calls for a retreat and i use this moment to change my pants.
suddenly, a man comes riding towards us with a baby strapped to his back. IT'S OUR BEST GENERAL!!! He hadn't betrayed us after all! he was behind enemy lines, rescuing the Loser Leige Lord's son and wife! we hug, kiss and shed manly tears. the wife gets a fist-bump. don't ask what happens to the baby later, it's not important.
my actions today have single-handedly changed the course of history. we have earned the undying love and support of the people and my Loser Liege Lord will live to fight another day. by the time Rival Warlord has figured out the ruse and orders a second attack, my sworn-brother has arrived with reinforcements and this time we ambush him for real.
as we make sail for the southern lands, i can't help but feel hopeful in spite of the lingering pain in my heart. although we have suffered unimaginable losses, i still have my sworn-brothers by my side. as long as the three of us are togather, there is nothing in the world i cannot endure. if anyone cares to remember my story after i am dead and gone, let it be known that i am but a coarse, common man with more flaws than strengths. if i have become a hero, then it was in spite of myself and all for the people that i loved.
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propalitet · 2 years
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I don’t understand what people get out of making fun of those who are worried about these upcoming heat waves. Like of course people who live up north who have never experienced these temperatures will not know how to deal with it. People WILL die due to heat exposure because they don’t have the means or knowlege on how to keep their house cool.
 I don’t understand how it’s your first instinct to make fun of mothers who are concerned because their toddlers are suffering due to heat  and not offering some advice if you’re someone living in a country where temperatures above 35C are normal. It’s just gross and insensetive and I don’t understand why people are like this.
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hexcia · 11 months
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So. I made an Errorinkberry shipkid because im deranged.
This is Acrylic! They were created by Ink accidentally and has been the three's child ever since
They have a stylus pen that works in a slightly different way than Ink's brush does and they really like pepsi
they are very smug and silly and I'm love them.....
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obihoe · 1 day
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sdfdfdgfds anyway i got to the "u can feel the lust to kill in ur flesh" mistranslation of madara's reaction to the rinne tensei resurrection last night. its so funny. german translators are madara sadist truthers 👍
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discworldwitches · 25 days
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i don’t mean to be an ass i just can’t stand people saying shit like, “you’re already jewish to me”, “you’re more jewish than [jewish person],” or “i can’t wait for you to join the tribe.” like that’s explicitly not allowed and just because someone in the process has opinions you find favourable does not make them “more jewish” than jews you disagree with like ffs.
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kleinstar · 26 days
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Can't believe nezha just adopted him
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stephaniejuhnay · 2 years
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I need several hours to really process what I just experienced
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risingsol · 5 months
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it'll probably be a hot second before i can play up to the most recent quest given work and other things (the 98237583253895723 hoops i gotta jump through to even be able to catch up at this point) but from what i hear, more than likely, i'll be slightly more canon divergent.
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dyed-red · 10 months
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Bribing Votes Ficlet Fills
@soulmates-for-real voted for priest!sam hair in this pivotal poll and prompted:
This is a J2 non AU prompt. They had a showdown, their only big fight during filming, way back in S1. Apparently, they exchanged heated words, there was a bit of shoving and Jared stormed off to his trailer. Jensen cooled down a bit and went in search of him and found him in the trailer shedding tears. They had a talk and hugged it out. I'm quoting from what I remember from Jensen's answer in a con panel.
It could be romantic or platonic, anything is fine
Completing with a non-platonic fill :) Remember folks: you’ve got about 8hours* to vote, get in my inbox, and get a mini ficlet fill
*fair warning i’ll be asleep for a lot of those 8 so any subsequent prompters may have to wait till tomorrow for their fills
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Jared wouldn’t know discretion if it smacked him in the face.
That’s what Jensen’s thinking, anyway, when Jared keeps cracking jokes between takes, ones that skirt way too close to the truth of what went down on the weekend, complete with knowing smirks just for Jensen. It was funny the first time, but the shoot’s been running long, it’s an outside one and the temperate is dropping because that’s what Canada is like, and he wants to focus up and get this scene done before his balls freeze off, or more likely shrivel inside him and die a slow and icy death.
It was funny the first time, but the fourth has Jensen shooting him glares, and Jared doesn’t know how to back down from a challenge either, or else he thinks it’s funny, or what, but either way he waits until the cameras are on Jensen and he’s delivering a line and then sneaks in a quick motion with his thumb jerked to the side in front of his mouth and his tongue pressing on his cheek from the inside of his mouth, blowjob joke designed to make him crack.
And it does.
“Can I talk to you?” he snaps and doesn’t wait for an answer before marching off to the side, the ‘okay take 5′ and ‘guys?’ of the head P.A. and Kim, their director, both trailing, with other staff already moving into to reset the scene. Jensen ignores that and the rest, heat in his ribs and stomach, fingers sore from the cold and from keeping from clenching.
“Jensen? Jen - Ackles - c’mon, wait up, what - ?”
It’s as good a place as any, as close to privacy as exists on a film set and no one in direct earshot and he spins on his heel, looks up -- up, because the guy’s a freaking giant and Jensen’s never getting over how stupid tall he is -- and snaps with a,
“What the hell are you even doing here man?”
The problem with Jared is he’s a goddamn puppy dog, so he gets this look on his face all genuinely hurt like he got smacked on the nose with a newspaper and it just pisses him off further.
“They don’t need you back on set until I’m done this section so what are you even -- are you just out here to fuck with me?”
“Fuck with you?” Jared’s nostrils flare, reeling back now, and he takes the offense. It’s a relief, really, free license for Jensen’s chest to get hot and shoulders to set wide with all the fight he’s had raring to go for the last half hour or more. “I’m just joking around, man, the same as we always - “
“Not the same as we always you, you asshole. What the fuck is your problem?”
“We joked about this shit all the time before -- what, you can suck my dick but can’t take a joke about it?” 
Jensen rears back and his arm twitches and Jared’s whole body gets tense and Jensen doesn’t, wouldn’t, but he’s not above shoving the guy and -
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Are you?” Jared shoves him back, three times as hard. And maybe he’s channeling Dean still because his body’s primed for a fight and he almost wants to punch him. He’s not that stupid, not about to fuck up his co-lead’s face but blood is pounding in his ears and he gets into Jared’s space, close enough to hiss,
“You know what you are, Jared?”
Jared pushes him back. “What am I? Come on - what am I?”
Thinks Jensen’s about to go for the easy blow, the one that sinks him all the same but what comes out -- loud, louder than he intended, and a lot more anger in it -- is, “You are goddamn unprofessional, is what.”
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“We got it!”
Jensen’s shoulders sag. If there’s one thing fighting is good for, it’s focus. He can take all that bullshit and get it into a scene and it works, worked in this case, and they’re only marginally more behind schedule than they were before.
Jared disappearing off to his trailer might have something to do with it.
It pisses Jensen off, the fact that thinking about that sent a fucked up pang of guilt through his stomach. Jared was the one out of line and if he’s gonna be a baby about it -
“Hey Cilla, can you go and grab Jared, we’ll be ready for him in ten. They might need to do some retouches so grab Ashley from makeup on your way back.”
“Don’t worry about Jared,” Jensen hears himself saying to Kim, resigned to it even as it’s coming out his mouth. “I got it.”
He gets a Look over it, since their little display didn’t exactly go unnoticed. As far as he can tell, no one heard what Jared insinuated because Jared’s not actually unprofessional enough to fuck up like that, but they sure as hell caught Jensen’s shout, and Jared’s snarled ‘go fuck yourself’ before disappearing off to his trailer.
But Kim’s a professional guy, good head on his shoulders and even better head for the industry and he gives Jensen a level look then nods, says thanks, and turns his attention elsewhere. Discrete guy too. Unlike Jared.
Jensen’s rubbing his forehead all the way back to the guy’s trailer, not even sure where he’s gonna start. Damage control, maybe. Or if Jared’s gonna be a dick about it then cold, if he’s gotta be, and -
He knocks twice, knuckle rap on the door, and lets himself in without waiting for an answer. It’s halfway out Jared’s mouth when he steps inside, a half-shout “gimme a minu - ...” toward the door.
Shit.
Jensen freezes. Jared freezes.
Jared’s crying.
“Fuck, sorry, one sec, I - “ he’s on his feet, wiping at his face and spinning on his heel all in one motion and Jensen closes the door behind him, embarrassed on Jared’s behalf. Embarrassed for himself, too. Jesus.
Jensen’s politely looking at the mini-fridge with the stupid endearing Texas fridge magnet Jared’s mom sent him. Jared breathes for a sec, then there’s a strangled sort of laugh. 
“Ashley’s gonna kick my ass.”
It startles a laugh of out Jensen too. Ashley from makeup is definitely not going to be too stoked about whatever Jared’s crying has done to mess up his face for the rest of the scene. “Or mine.”
A pause, a sigh. “Not your fault.”
Jensen tentatively looks over. It’s not, not really. Jared was being a dick. The question he’s struggling with is -
“You know why that wasn’t cool?”
“You know I wasn’t -- it’s not like I was trying to be homophobic.”
Jensen’s face screws up. Is that what Jared thinks he thinks?
“What’d’you even - no, man, with the - “ He makes a vague hand motion. “It’s like you want people to talk.”
Jared’s eyebrows climb. “Talk? What, you think people are gonna know we fooled around because I made a joke about sucking dick?”
“Obviously not but - “
“We’ve been making jokes like that since day 1! Hell, you keep telling people I’m too hot to play your brother on TV - “
“Once, Jared. I said that once. And immediately felt like an idiot.”
Jared looks, for whatever stupid reason, hurt by that. Jensen shifts restlessly on his feet, sighs, not sure what the hell to say to fix this.
“Look, man. People are - waiting for us. Counting on us. We need to figure this shit out.”
“You think I don’t know that? Why do you think I was trying to keep up the mood on set earlier when you started acting all pissed off? You snapped at like, three PAs - “
“Because you kept joking about fucking and then smirking at me - “
Jared bites the inside of his cheek, Jensen can see it, and shakes his head.
“Seriously,” Jensen forges ahead, “this shit is dangerous. You know that, right? I know you do. Would it kill you to have some discretion.”
Jared looks mad and also like he’s gonna cry again, which is just - bad - but he sniffs and shakes his head and there’s a half-second there where he looks like Sam, not like Jared, and then he blinks and it’s gone and his voice comes out like his own, not like his character’s, when he says,
“This is me being discrete.”
Jensen’s gonna kill him. Both of them, maybe. Death by Canadian ball-freezing.
“If I stopped joking about it now, wouldn’t that look weirder? You think I wanna act like I have something to hide? I’m not good with -- I’m an open book, Jensen. I know how to be discrete, I do, but this is how I do it. I hide in plain sight. No guy in his right mind would suck his friend’s dick on Saturday then show up at work and joke about sucking it in front of 50 people, right?”
His eyebrows climb. It sets something -- off edge, on edge. His shoulders relax but his stomach clenches, anger sliding into nervousness instead. Fuck.
“You...” He trails off, not sure how to say it. Jensen doesn’t know, is the thing, what this means. They’re just fooling around. They were drunk, and it was stupid, and Jared is stupid hot, and his friend, and an easy flirt, and an even easier lay. Except not really, he couldn’t be, he’s been in the industry long enough and done enough projects with enough press that he’s not some idiot who’d let slip something that he shouldn’t, or who wouldn’t be careful about which costars he slipped into bed with.
“You’re right.” Jared sniffs, wipes his face another time with one of those big mitts he calls hands, calmer now. “We gotta get our shit together. Joking or not joking or doing or not doing -- whatever. None of that matters, not like - it’s fucking cold outside and there’s a few dozen people waiting for us and we’re...”
“Yeah,” Jensen says. He drags his hand up the back of his neck, darts a look at Jared then back at the floor. “Acting like we’re in some dick swinging contest.”
“Not the kind of dick swinging I wanna... sorry, too soon.”
Jensen snorts. “You’re an idiot.”
“Think that’s Sam’s line.”
It gets a real laugh of Jared and that’s something, at least.
“Let’s talk about this later. Proper talk. About -- I dunno, priorities, or whatever. Discretion. Expectations.”
“Maybe how to tell when you’re funny mad and actually mad?”
“Yeah, that too.”
They smile.
“That’s assuming Ashley doesn’t kill us.”
“Oh yeah. Come on, big man. She’s gonna need to fix you right.”
“Yeah.”
Jared follows him out, and Jensen pats him on the back, lets his hand linger on his shoulder as they walk together toward makeup. And they don’t hug it out now, but they do later, hours later, when the work is done for the day and things are easier.
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wantbytaemin · 5 months
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by the way i know i joke about being awful at replying but in all seriousness i really, actually, notoriously am and i Promise it doesn’t mean i don’t care like whenever i say i care about you i mean that so so deeply. it’s just my mind works in ways wherein time is relative and i forget so easily (not about people! but about having texts i need to reply to). like i promise you it’s not you if ive ever responded enthusiastically i still 100% mean it
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black-out-marker · 3 months
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Es ist voll der underrated moment, wenn Leo von Frau Schürk zurück ins Büro kommt und in so einem "Tut mir voll leid"-Ton fragt ob Pia im Krankenhaus war und sie haben so ein Blickaustausch wo man richtig sieht wie Pia erkennt wie scheiße es ihm geht und wie "nich normal" das ist und dann entscheidet sich ihm zu helfen. Sie mag ihn ziemlich doll....
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mades some woven sandals (not strictly historical as these are made with hemp rope rather than straw)
very tempted to cosplay as ya boy liu bei at the local anime con and pretend to sell them. i'll have his battle standard and a sign that says BARGAIN PRICE SANDALS! HELP ME REVIVE THE HAN AND KICK CAO CAOS ASS! CASH, CREDIT OR WECHAT BANK TRANSFER AVAILERBLE.
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two-bit-socrates · 6 months
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The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion
I made some notes in a post earlier about how I thought Mankar Cameron deliberately let him and his kids be killed for the hero of kvatch to take the amulet. Now I'm very sure of it but also not because that would imply Bethesda were intentionally telling a thoroughly plotted out saga. Still, if The Elder Scrolls were a thoroughly plotted out saga it would make sense on a grandeur scale of things that Mankar deliberately set himself up to be caught and the amulet reclaimed if the plan wasn't actually for Dagon to take over Tamriel.
I just installed Skyrim on my Steam Deck and I installed Morrowind on my laptop and I have 500 other things I should and rather be doing but they're not happening rn.
EDIT: I keep coming back to the story telling and environmental design and social interactions of Oblivion and how it's not a well thought out and researched story but it's an odd way of interacting with a world that is a bare bones fantasy reflection of the u.s. in 2006 from the perspectives of people who didn't seem like they interacted with people that much. I just started up Skyrim again a few hours ago and it feels the same way but later as these same people get more exposed to life being chronically online.
I'm aware this doesn't sound like cohesive thoughts but my brain is fatigued but won't stop rotating oblivion inside it so I'm writing it down for now.
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