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mintenochian · 4 years

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what other people want added to Minecraft: g u n s

what I want added to Minecraft

•Birds

-For multiple biomes, but mainly for the forests.

-Songbirds would add SO MUCH life to the otherwise quiet areas of the game

-Ravens and crows would be awesome and could use some of the parrot mimicking AI

-Cardinals in the snow biomes would bring a GORGEOUS pop of colour into the white atmosphere

-Seriously we need something to populate the sky, parrots do NOT fly like they should

-nests in trees, can find eggs in them

-doesn't really add a use but fun new feather types would be cool

•Owls

-technically still a bird but would go really well in covered rooftop forests and snow biomes

-we're already getting larger avians added in the form of vultures so why not more large birds?

•Mice and / or rats

-absolute precious babies

-sadly would go well with owls :(

-with cave update coming we need adorable rodents scurrying around

-lil bastards could make mouseholes inside of blocks

-will they be tameable? idk.

-adds the necessity for cheese

•Deer

-MOJANG this is a MUST, this is a NEED

-You literally have pigs, chickens, cows, and sheep spawning in forests what the fuck

-Deer with spotty baby fawns??? Yes

-Young bucks with different stages of antler growth? Yes

-Fawns frolicking in flower forests bc they feel safe

-Stripped wood appearing on trees where bucks scrape velvet off their antlers

-Being able to collect sets of antlers when they fall off periodically (would NOT be attainable by killing the deer, you have to wait for them to shed)

•Elk and Moose

-Same vein as deer

-Bigger, much bigger, neutral instead of passive, less shy

-Snowy biomes

-Better additions than fucking llamas tyvm

-Sidenote but savannahs could also really use some endangered deer-like species to help raise awareness for their status

•Squirrels

-Mojang plz

-Adds nuts to Minecraft ;)

-Black, grey, red, and mixed colour squirrels and breeding

-Brings life to forests like songbirds and deer

•Bears

-Mojang bby you literally already have a neutral bear in Minecraft why have you not reskinned it for grizzly/brown/black bears?

-Bear caves

-Hibernating mobs

-Brings more use to the beehives and bees, bears could be attracted to any area that has more than one bee hive with honey

•WOLVES AND DOGS

-They NEED the ocelots and cats update

-More wolf types (red, timber, snow, black, etc)

-Actual wolf packs (the AI would be difficult to program but the doges are worth it)

-Please let the howl at the moon, if foxes get to say ringdingding all night long wolves deserve to be allowed to howl

-More dog breeds (I know that there's no reason for domesticated dog breeds in Minecraft but ACTUALLY THERE IS)

-Hunting dogs like springers that can jump and run faster

-Foxhounds :D

-Most Important Goodest Boy: Herding dogs like collies and sheepdogs

-Herding dogs could be found in plains where cows and sheep spawn and create herds

-LET DOGS LAY DOWN FOR FUCKS SAKE

•Herding

-Instead of having to pen up and enclose your livestock you could form herds of cows and sheep

-Your Goodest Boi herding dog would protect them and move around with them when they graze

-Just soft peaceful minecraft tingz

•Salt licks

-Something SO SMALL but would make SO MUCH HAPPINESS

-Drawing new cows into your herd by putting up a salt lick

-I'm soft

-I guess salt would be a new ore???

•Bird feeders

-idk I think it would be cool

-excess seeds used for SOMETHING

•Raccoons

-The coolness of wolves, the chaos of foxes, the cunning of cats

-thumbs

-be gay do crimes

-can open chests (trigger trap chests to catch them?)

-Fantastic little shits

-Not tameable but will trust players like foxes do

•Snakes

-I know it's a lot to ask and it would be hard to make them look good

-But??? Imagine a tiny lil garter snake in your garden

-unlikely but would be so fantastic

•Rope

-climeable

-please Mojang we need this so badly

-imagine the ships? The bridges? The bell towers and everything?

-super easy to add, just reskin vines and add a string crafting recipie

•Butterflies and Moths

-Bflies could be a unique mob to flower forests and friends with bees

-if moobloom is added they would all be BEST BUDS

-get it "buds" ahahaha

-help with flower polination but just gives a TON of life to flower forests

-We literally have lanterns in minecraft why do we NOT have moths? Such a cool aesthetic addition.

-helps fill both the daytime and nighttime sky

•Hummingbirds

-fourth member of BEST BUDS

-just soft baby

-i love birbs okay

-the only avian who does not work for the bourgeoisie

•Fireflies

-10 million of them please

-they give great hugs

-adds so much atmosphere to the night world

•Cheese

-We have milk

-We have, presumably, goat milk

-Quit being cowards and add butter and cheese

-Butter churn job block for villagers

-V funny bc they have no arms to churn with?? Oh well

•Seashells

-Something decorative and beautiful that could 1) liven up beaches and 2) have snails and crabs inside!

-Mojang plz do not add sand dollars to the game people already don't know how to tell if they're still alive before trying to take them home

•Whales

-WHALES.

-Imagine something as massive as the ender dragon but peaceful. Allows you to stand on them (idk how but make it happen Jeb)

-WHALE SONGS.

-Being so deep and far out into the ocean, and when the moon is high in the sky and you're sitting in your boat, you just hear the beautiful melancholy sounds of the whales in the distance

•Jellyfish

-Idk if y'all know this but the glow squid is a bad idea

-Dream buddy you fucked up, please use your influence to get in contact with Mojang and have them redo the vote. People would have so much regained respect for you if you tried to fix your mistake.

-Also why does a speedrunner get to tell millions of people what mob would bring more life to Minecraft? He's only playing the game for 5 minutes smh

-aNYWAYS

-Jellyfish could literally do everything the glow squid is going to and look better for it AND possibly be neutral instead of peaceful

•Orcas

-Not much to say but it would liven up the frozen water biomes a bit

•Penguins

-You already know why

-Imagine giving a new home to all the Club Penguin players? Legendary.

-Gender doesn't exist in Minecraft but we all know penguins would be hella gay

•Lobsters

-I think they would be cute

-You would NOT BE ABLE TO BOIL THEM ALIVE THANK YOU VERY MUCH

•Mermaids

-Never going to happen since passive mobs are generally real life animals but it would be so cool

•Otters

-they can hold hands

-brings life to the rivers

-super cute

•Frogs and possibly toads

-Swamp gods

-Absolute mad lads

-maybe grow from tadpoles

-wouldn't do much but needed

•Fairy Forests

-NOT Twilight Forests. Not a new dimension.

-Just gentle hidden groves in forests

-ADD FAIRY RING GENERATION TO MINECRAFT.

•Big cats

-Tigers, lions, bobcats, panthers

-Literally anything that could finally add a strong predator possibility to savannahs and jungles

•Zebras and Giraffes

-Shy and skittish

-cannot ride (their skeletal structure is NOT MADE FOR CARRYING HUMANS)

-Super cute tho, brings much needed life to savannahs

•Camels

-The better llama

-Can honestly just be a reskin

-brings much needed life to the desert

-spits and wears carpet and forms caravans like llamas

•Lemurs

-Easier to add to "jungles" than monkeys

-it would be really cool if we could just get a Rainforest biome

-King Julian stans awaken

•Red pandas

-we need them

-cuter than normal pandas and you can @ me

-better idea than sloths or koalas

•More Eldritch Horror Hostile Mobs

-Fun fact time

-The enchanting table language already has Lovecraftian references

-"phnglui mglwnafh cthulhu rlyeh wgahnagl fhtagn" is literally a quote from the enchanting table

-translates to "In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming."

-Bet you didn't know that fun fact

-aNYWAYS add the Kraken to Minecraft instead of the shitty guardians. Thanks.

-imagine how cool it would be to see lights slowly extinguish as something terrifying and dangerous slowly moves in for the kill

-torches get extinguished and can get relit

-if not relit fast enough Something will be waiting

•Ice statues

-We have giant fossils and ship wrecks and cool stuff like that but please imagine finding a GIANT humanoid ice sculpture in an ice spikes biome

-maybe bones inside to show you that... That wasn't carved or naturally generated.

•Skeletons

-Not a mob but a decoration block

-Found in temples, mineshafts, and caves

-implied to be the remains of miners and explorers

-rare

-also implies that every skeleton you kill has some backstory since they look the same

•Constellations

-Not real world star maps but completely unique to Minecraft

-chance for LOTS of fun references

-The stars are your only companions in an apocalyptic world where you are the last of your kind

-Space is gay minecraft is gay thus minecraft space is gay

•Corn

-we have butter in this list

-we have salt in this list

-popcorn. That is all.

And finally

•Leeks

-mostly a joke but would be a cool crop

-100% a reference to Hatsune Miku the creator of Minecraft

DISCLAIMER: I recognize that mobs are added to Minecraft to serve a purpose within the game and that many of these mobs would be better in mods and such, but I also feel like many of these suggestions would really bring so much more life to parts of the game that really need it. Even if they don't serve a huge purpose, they would still be really amazing additions imo.

I would love to see the ideas and suggestions that other people have for what they want added to Minecraft, please TAG ME if you make a post like this, I wanna hear and read it!

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the-odd-job · 3 years

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Close Your Eyes to This Disaster Chapter 1: The Jolly Sound of Chiming Bells...

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Chose Not to Use, Rape/Non-Con Category: Other Fandom: Transformers G1 Relationships: Megatron/Sunstreaker, Megatron/Sideswipe, Sideswipe & Sunstreaker Characters: Sunstreaker, Megatron, Sideswipe Additional Tags: Dubcon, Sticky, Abusive Relationships, Mind Games, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Canon-Typical Violence Words: 7812

It isn't so much his past catching up with him as it is returning to him with a lover’s embrace, but with who that lover is, Sunstreaker isn’t sure that is any more preferable. Now would be the perfect time for a firm “no”.

The expectant thrum of the crowd was deafening even before the fight had begun. Bright lights beamed down on the rusty arena floor, and on Sunstreaker.

As well as his opponent, of course, but by the end of this, no one would remember his opponent. The only one on their minds would be Sunstreaker, that much he promised himself. Let his performance speak for itself and burn his name into their memories.

Not that he didn’t already have a reputation, and not that it would do him any good to get ahead of himself and cocky. This wasn’t for practice, this wasn’t for fun, and this wasn’t intended to be a mismatched fight. The stakes were real, and the loser?

The loser would die.

Sunstreaker gripped his sword just that bit tighter when that thought only managed to excite him further, staring down the mech he was pitted against this time, and having the same done to him. They sized each other up with bloody intent, until…

Until the ring of a bell was transmitted into their comms, passing the noise of the spectators, and the fight began by the grace of that signal.

Focus, pain, and focus through pain. It looked like they were as evenly matched as they were meant to be, that neither could quite get ahead. The exhilaration of being one mistake away from losing his life to a worthy foe pulsed in his lines as they clashed. Metal screeched as it was torn through, sparks flew into the air, broken wiring crackled, energon spilled. It was everything it should be: a violent show for an audience that was thirsty for bloodshed and death, as well as a true challenge for him with his very life on the line. He could scarcely hear his own thoughts over the cheer, holler, and stomping of the crowds, only getting progressively louder with every brutally delivered injury.

But in the end, it was Sunstreaker, bleeding and broken but alive, that stood over the greying husk of his opponent. His vents ran ragged, fans stuttered from how many of them had been damaged, he hurt–

But he was on his pedes and his spark still rotated in its casing.

He thrust his sword into the air to the loud and enthusiastic approval of those that had witnessed his victory, letting the feeling of it sink into him–

Before he turned and left the Pit floor to give someone else the chance to test their mettle.

Sideswipe peeled himself from the wall he had been leaning against when Sunstreaker walked through the gate that opened to let him into the arena’s underbelly, and together they would have set down the dim, dirty, winding corridors towards the medical bay, had there not been an… Obstruction in their way. Sunstreaker’s helm tilted back, far back as he met the piercing red gaze of one champion.

Megatronus. Everyone had surely heard of him, seen him fight, but this?

“A fine victory,” the silvery mech commended him with an incline of his helm. Sunstreaker’s lips drew into a smirk, the haughty kind he knew many hated, the kind that made them think he was nothing but full of himself—arrogant, easy to play and take down.

“Were you expecting something less, champion?” he asked, sidestepping to get past the far larger mech. Megatronus merely mirrored his motion, though, still standing in his way.

Sunstreaker’s spark shivered with just the barest hint of irritation as he cocked an optical ridge at the other that, apparently, wasn’t intent on letting him leave just yet. “Was there something you wanted?” he asked mildly.

And like the most awful flirt in the world, Megatronus responded with, “You,” his gaze intense on Sunstreaker. Had to give it to him, he got straight to the point if nothing else, and admittedly that single word brought back some of the excitement of the fight he’d just finished.

Yet Sunstreaker merely snorted and again stepped to the side to move past the obstacle the mech had made himself. “Get in line.”

But again Megatronus moved to block his way. When Sunstreaker frowned, it was no show. Next to the quickening rotation of his spark, there was true annoyance—but indeed, also a flutter of something else. This was Megatronus, a mech of exceeding name and fame, best of the best, powerful to the last.

And he was talking to Sunstreaker. Could he be blamed for finding it a bit… Exciting?

“Go out with me,” Megatronus near purred at him. Sunstreaker blinked in genuine confusion, because certainly this level of courtship shouldn’t have needed to precede the fragging he expected Megatronus was after.

But once he recovered from his momentary surprise… “No,” came Sunstreaker’s response. When Megatronus still wouldn’t allow him to leave, Sunstreaker planted his pedes instead, crossed his arms across his chassis, and glared.

Megatronus beat him to any words. “You will.”

“Really, now?”

“Tomorrow, eighteenth cycle. Beat’s bar. Don’t be late.”

With one last look that roved from Sunstreaker’s helm to his pedes with something akin to approval, Megatronus turned around and simply left. Sunstreaker frowned after him as Sideswipe stepped up to take his place beside him again.

Turned out the champion was a presumptuous asshole. Fancy that.

“Repairs,” Sideswipe noted their need. Sunstreaker shook himself off and together they continued to their intended destination.

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And yet, he showed up exactly on the eighteenth cycle of the next day, at Beat’s bar. It was loud, dim, and crowded as always, the weight of the hot, stenching air hitting him like a physical force when he stepped through the door. A glance around the establishment, and… There he was. Megatronus, sitting alone at a table, browsing a datapad. Waiting, by all appearances.

Why was he doing this, again? Agreeing to getting ordered around? But he couldn’t deny he was intrigued. A date wasn’t in the usual script. He only wanted to find out what this was about. He could leave any time—tell Megatronus where he could shove it and be done with it.

But for now, his curiosity plagued him and Sunstreaker wove his way through the miners and gladiators to the table Megatronus had claimed, sliding into the seat opposite to him. The silver mech glanced up as he did so, and didn’t look the least bit surprised to see him.

Bastard.

“Punctual,” Megatronus commented, pushing one cube towards him. There was a second one he seemed intent on keeping for himself.

Sunstreaker ignored the cube he was offered, and instead grabbed the other one. The move earned him a raised optical ridge and Sunstreaker couldn’t tell if he imagined the slightest hint of annoyance in the champion’s field, but nothing else came out of it.

“Well, I’m here,” Sunstreaker said after taking his first sip of the sludge that passed as high grade here in the lower decks of Kaon. It was gritty, the taste was as horrid as usual, and it promised to give you one hell of a hangover, but he didn’t know a mech who wouldn’t have been fond of the slag. He didn’t know if Megatronus was any exception, but at the very least the other cube was full of the same stuff and the larger mech went to drink it without hesitation, as he should have. Time to make some demands, then. “Now what the slag do you want?”

“To get to know you, simply,” Megatronus responded, as direct as before.

Sunstreaker raised one artfully crafted optical ridge. “Get to know me? What did I do to deserve a slagging honor like this?”

“Your reputation precedes you. Exquisitely beautiful, but temperamental and dangerous—a rising gladiator no one can claim to be friends with… How does one survive with no allies? Can you fault me for my curiosity?”

“I have a twin. What do I need friends for?”

“Ah, yes, Sideswipe. Quite different from you in his conduct, is he not?”

“I see you’ve done your research.” Sunstreaker leaned back in his seat, cube in hand. Exquisitely beautiful, he said? Well, Sunstreaker wasn’t going to complain about that description. Getting called dangerous by the likes of Megatronus was admittedly gratifying as well, and temperamental… Well, he knew he was. “Should I count you as another one of my stalkers?”

“I know nothing that isn’t out in public,” Megatronus waved his slight accusation away. “And I would rather confirm the truth of matters for myself.”

“Is this just a friendly date, then?”

“Not quite. Should the things I have heard be true, I am… Interested.”

Sunstreaker smirked at the world of suggestion behind those words, setting his cube back onto the table and leaning forward to prop his elbow on the surface, and his chin on his servo. He had the interest of a champion, now? And not just any champion, but Megatronus himself? He had to consider himself flattered. “What if I say the rumors don’t do me any damn justice?”

“Then I would call you even more arrogant than they say you are.”

The twin laughed, tracing the edge of his cube with the tip of his claw. “You’ll have to try harder than that if you want to insult me.”

“Let us talk, then, so that I may learn to insult you properly.”

“Deal.”

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The twins were already skilled at the art of fighting and learned more every day, and in large part they had trainers to thank for that. They directed sparring with a heavy hand and gave instruction to coach everyone into the best showmech they could become. Sparring without their supervision was fruitful too, of course, not to mention necessary to ingrain it all into their spines until the violence was etched into their very being, so instinctual they didn’t need to question what they could and couldn’t bend their frames to.

Aside from the trainers’ teachings, there was also much to learn from others, when you squared off against them even just with practice in mind. That was all the more true when your opponent was someone more skilled than you were, and when it was Megatronus that offered to train with him? Pit, there was no way Sunstreaker was going to turn that down. Not only for the learning opportunity it was, but also for the status boost sparring with a champion provided.

And not just any champion. The champion, the mech that was talking about a revolution, taking a stand against inequality and the lower castes’ suffering, and fearlessly earning himself as many enemies as he was gaining supporters.

That mech was now sparring with Sunstreaker, and oh boy, they were not matched. The twins were good, they wouldn’t have gotten to the point they had if they weren’t, but they simply were not on the level Megatronus was.

Yet, where Megatronus could’ve simply beaten him over and over again, he instead toned down his own ability and gave Sunstreaker an honest chance to learn. He gave tips, instruction, pointed out when something Sunstreaker did could be improved upon, when he made a mistake—how to correct the mistake. It was unexpected, but far from unwelcome, and Sunstreaker ignored the overlookers they were gaining on the edges of the training ring to instead focus on the spar and only the spar. Sideswipe was among the audience, his optics sharp as he added that frame’s perspective into the mix, giving Sunstreaker a second view of what he was doing. A few times he was quite sure they even managed to catch Megatronus off guard by predicting a move Sunstreaker shouldn’t have seen coming, but that Sideswipe could catch.

But Sunstreaker couldn’t forever ignore his appreciation of Megatronus’ raw skill. The fluidity and speed of his motions even when he held back, the contained strength in everything he did, every shift of heavy plate on the frame that moved so much more smoothly than it had any right to with its sheer size in mind. As both of their systems heated from the exertion, Sunstreaker was sure his optics weren’t the only ones that progressively brightened until there was another reason for why their fans were running high.

That was all confirmed when Megatronus knocked him off his pedes like he had quite a few times already and successfully pinned him before Sunstreaker managed to move out of the way or get himself in a better position, but then, instead of releasing him so they could continue…

He brought a servo up and traced the side of Sunstreaker’s face.

Sunstreaker ignored the way his vents wanted to stutter at the deceptively gentle contact at such odds with what they were doing only seconds ago, and instead raised his optical ridges at the larger mech. “Find me as irresistible as everyone else does, huh?”

Megatronus growled, but there was an undercurrent of amusement to the sound. “Are you opposed?”

Was he? “Can’t say I am.”

“Then let’s take this elsewhere, shall we?”

Sunstreaker arched up, freeing one of his servos only because Megatronus allowed him to and dragging his claws along the larger mech’s seams. “Shy?”

There was another deep growl before Megatronus’ lips descended on his. Sunstreaker laughed into the rough, rough kiss that followed—one that made his lines sing.

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At first Megatronus’ interest was directed at Sunstreaker and Sunstreaker only, but the more time the veteran gladiator spent in his presence, the more time he also spent in Sideswipe’s presence. As it happened, the twins were never far from each other, and never apart for long. They were drawn to each other as if caught in each other’s gravity wells, incapable of escaping, not to mention unwilling of doing so. They were split-spark. They were one with so much meaning behind that one word.

Of course, a whole-spark like Megatronus wasn’t going to understand that, at least not instantaneously, and the misguided efforts to get some alone time with Sunstreaker grew tiresome very fast.

“Would you like to come back to my room?” was another time Megatronus spoke only to Sunstreaker, giving a look in Sideswipe’s direction that made it clear he wasn’t included in the invitation. Both of the twins gave him matching frowns, and this time Sunstreaker couldn’t not address the matter.

“We’re twins. Split-spark twins,” he stated flatly, “and every time you’re only inviting one frame?”

Megatronus frowned too, clearly and unsurprisingly not really understanding the point.

Or so they thought. “You’re a package deal?” And there Megatronus was, catching onto at least some of it with minimal prompting. It was a pleasant deviation from what they’d expected.

He probably didn’t get it all the way, but whatever. This was a start. “Trust me, threesomes with both of my frames are the best,” Sideswipe leered, then snickered.

“Both of your frames?” Megatronus repeated, but instead of incredulous, he mostly seemed… Fascinated.

The twins shrugged. “One spark. You don’t get two persons out of that.”

Megatronus stayed quiet for a good moment, glancing between them as if he was trying to pick their inner workings apart with his gaze alone. The twins waited him out, curious themselves over where Megatronus’ thoughts were going with this. Usually they were simply dismissed if they tried to explain themselves, others incapable of seeing over the fact they had two frames—or even when some effort was made to understand their nature, it fell flat and the end result was no more enlightened than what was started with.

They didn’t expect much better success from Megatronus, but then it wasn’t as if they needed to be understood for some casual fragging to be perfectly enjoyable. It would just be mighty nice if they weren’t constantly separated because of it.

“There is some difference between your halves,” Megatronus eventually mused. “You don’t act identical to each other. Why is that?”

Most oddly, it didn’t sound like arguing them on how their own goddamn life worked, more just stating an observation—and following it with a presumably genuine question. Did Megatronus actually want to get them? He’d probably fail miserably in that attempt, but what harm was there in humoring him, hm?

“The frames portray different aspects of my spark,” Sideswipe answered. “Think of it like… A split personality or something.”

Sunstreaker added, “The frames have to maintain separate awareness or they wouldn’t be able to function separately, but the spark-halves are tied.”

Again Megatronus stayed quiet for a while, and again when he spoke up it was with observations. “Sparks are emotion and baseline thought,” he stated the basic truth of their race’s life force, then made a good guess, “you share those?”

The brothers nodded their confirmation.

“I never see you argue,” Megatronus went on to note. “Can you argue or disagree?”

Definitely unusually astute and for the life of him Sunstreaker couldn’t say where Megatronus was pulling these not incorrect assumptions from, when he was a whole-spark like almost every damn mech out there, not even bonded as far as they knew, and simply shouldn’t have had any of the basis for understanding them. Not if any of their past experiences were to go by.

Here he was anyway, though. “Can you argue or disagree with yourself?” Sunstreaker asked in return.

Megatronus gave him a shrewd look. “Only in a sense. Not in the way I can argue with another.”

“That’s me,” Sideswipe confirmed. “Not even the frames have different opinions, and my spark doesn’t have two perspectives. The spark is united.”

“You are a strange creature,” Megatronus said after another moment of thoughtful pause. “I doubt I can ever fully understand your experience, but allow me to try.”

They blinked at him, their turn for utter confusion. When had someone even verbally dedicated themselves to understanding them? Never, that’s when.

The confusion was followed by suspicion. “Why do you care?”

“I seek to understand this world,” Megatronus answered. “All parts of it that I can. I will never grow as a person without knowledge.”

“I’m not exactly important in the grand scheme of things,” Sideswipe pointed out. “You won’t gain much by understanding me.”

“You never know. It will provide me with an additional perspective. That, and will I not earn your approval with my genuine interest?”

Sunstreaker huffed. “So that’s your angle? Worm into my good graces?”

“Am I wrong to want that?” Megatronus asked, reaching to trace Sunstreaker’s jawline—but his optics were on Sideswipe, calculating, as if he was thinking about how to do the same to him.

“It’s almost like you want more than a casual fragbuddy.”

“I am curious about you and find you attractive, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Megatronus smirked.

Sunstreaker rolled his optics, but Sideswipe clicked for attention, mischievous and lecherous with the suggestion he made, “How about that threesome, though?”

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It was a rare treat to leave the lower decks, the areas beneath Cybertron’s surface where all the gutter trash inevitably fell. However, Megatronus took them up after one of his victories which apparently gave him enough credits to splurge just a little. Considering Megatronus had already bought his own freedom despite all odds, he could actually spend the credits he now earned on himself—or on another mech of his choosing, if he was so inclined. The twins barely saw a penny of their winnings, entirely at the whim of their owner.

He should probably count himself lucky Megatronus was choosing to entertain them with his newly found funds. For sure Sunstreaker wasn’t opposed to the change in scenery as they took a transport to wherever exactly Megatronus was taking them—he refused to tell the specifics. The twins could have simply driven, or at very least they assumed they could have, depending on where they were going, but Megatronus’ alt-mode was a little less road suitable. So, transport it was.

It turned out Megatronus led them to a tower, one that the twins couldn’t see to be special in any way, but inside they went all the same. The lights here were far brighter than the twins had come to expect after however long they’d spent in Cybertron’s underbelly, speaking of the fact they weren’t in low class areas anymore. A large portion of the mecha around here were comfortably middle caste.

They had polished themselves well and good, though, so they didn’t particularly stand out and didn’t get that many looks as they walked past the stores and service fronts. Upward they traveled with the help of an elevator, until they were at the highest level of the public areas. From there Megatronus led them back outside, onto a balcony that circled the tower at this level.

They weren’t the only ones around, but that wasn’t what the twins focused on. It was the view that stole their attention. Even through the smog the city was covered in, they could make out the outlines of Kaon’s towers all around them and the lights in their countless windows, breaking through the constant pollution. Above them dirty clouds swelled and rolled, their sickly oranges, yellows, and greens reflecting the city’s lights. Fliers zipped by this high up, the sounds of traffic rising from below instead of coming from around and above.

“Slag,” Sideswipe breathed as he spun in a slow circle to take in it all. Their awe was probably reflected all over their faces and their fields, but they didn’t even care. Megatronus chuckled at them as Sideswipe rushed to the railing next, Sunstreaker on his heels, and together they leaned on it to drink in everything they saw. The smells were different up here, too. There wasn’t the same stench of oil and grime, nevermind that of spilled energon no one bothered to clean, that they were used to in the lower decks and the Pits.

Here there was only the smog.

And Sunstreaker knew exactly what he wanted to do with this. He had another look around to confirm there were benches nearby, then went to plop himself down on one and pulled out his drawing tablet. This he could capture, and would do so with eagerness.

Sideswipe didn’t particularly give a damn, but Megatronus came over to him, curious. “You draw?”

“Paint, technically, but yes.”

“Show me.”

Sunstreaker gave him a nasty glare for what was functionally an order, but he wanted to do this. Megatronus’ desires played no role in that, but he might as well watch if he wanted to.

So, the golden twin set to work to capture just what he was seeing in the city around them.

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Well… He won, but that was about the only thing that could be said about that. Walking out of the arena on your own two pedes was a must, but that was all he had managed before collapsing to his injuries. Sideswipe was the one who had moved to help him first, but Megatronus had brushed his twin aside and picked him up himself.

And here he was in the medical bay of the arena, now, with Megatronus still next to him, looking vaguely concerned. Sunstreaker had to wonder if his injuries really had been that severe, but Sideswipe confirmed that he’d nearly offlined for good a couple of times during the repairs.

Sunstreaker rolled his optics at the questioning look Megatronus gave him. “I’m tougher than I look,” he rasped, frowned at the quality of his voice, then recalled his throat had gotten quite effectively crushed. His vocalizer not working quite like it was supposed to wasn’t much of a surprise, that in mind.

“You won,” Megatronus said mildly, and Sunstreaker nodded.

“I did. Happy?”

“Quite, considering the alternative.”

Sunstreaker snorted this time, but when his gaze shifted back towards the ceiling, he caught another frowning figure a few steps away on his other side.

None other than their owner. Sunstreaker glared and would have loved to deliver some waspish words, but the slave coding silenced him. The mech’s presence wasn’t welcome, though. They far preferred when he took the hands off approach and left them to their own devices as long as they performed well enough.

“That was pathetic, Sunstreaker. Yes, yes, you won, congratulations, but you were not on your usual level,” the mech growled at him. Sunstreaker would have rolled his optics, were he capable of such disrespect. An evil optic was all he could give, until, “Don’t give me that look, Sunstreaker.”

At once his expression smoothed itself out, but only for there to be a thunderous growl that certainly didn’t come from him. Sunstreaker glanced back to Megatronus to see him rising from the seat he had been occupying, and although he was barely inches taller than their owner, he managed to loom with… Titillating effectiveness. Sunstreaker swallowed as he watched the glare Megatronus directed at their owner, who shrank back despite himself. “He won. You got your payment. Now I suggest you leave.”

The grinding of their owner’s denta was audible, but the mech nodded briskly before stalking out of the room with just a hissed, “We will have words later,” directed at the brothers.

Megatronus growled after him, but sat back down. Sunstreaker reached for his face, brushing the claw of his thumb across the larger mech’s lips with a wry smile. “You know I’ll be the one who’ll get in trouble for that.”

“And if you do, you come to me and I will set things straight,” Megatronus snarled in answer, catching his servo in his far, far larger one and giving it a squeeze. Sunstreaker huffed a laugh and Sideswipe padded over to drape himself along Megatronus’ shoulders.

“Thought’s appreciated,” the red twin said with a grin, planting a kiss on the side of Megatronus’ helm. Their lover rumbled almost softly.

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Megatronus had gotten in the habit of treating Sideswipe quite gently, and they weren’t opposed to that. From anyone else it may have been unwelcome, too touchy-feely coming from just any random mech, even a friend, but they were sort of beyond that point with Megatronus—much to everyone’s mutual pleasure. It was never more apparent than now, with Sideswipe moaning softly below Megatronus, slow, deep thrusts driving the larger mech into his brother’s frame over and over again. It was a slow climb towards an overload, one Sideswipe was rather enjoying with a blissed out expression, and from his look, so was Megatronus.

Sunstreaker barely managed to keep his face neutral where he sat in a chair to the side, drawing that very scene—his twin nearly hidden under their lover’s sheer bulk as they interfaced, slow and steady. There was so much strength contained in Megatronus’ frame, yet in the moment he chose to use barely any of it, his hips just cautious enough in their motion and his arms braced on either side of Sideswipe, keeping him off of him. Sideswipe could have wiggled free any moment, but why would he have? He stayed right where Megatronus could herd his wits to the four winds with nothing but the motion of his hips.

It was a moment worth capturing.

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“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

Megatronus’ growl was a vicious thing and Sunstreaker had to glance back just to confirm it was directed at him. Not that there was anyone else present aside from him and Sideswipe, but frankly, Sunstreaker had no idea what they would have done to earn a tone like that.

“Notice what?” Sunstreaker asked with a frown, going back to viewing his reflection from the dim mirror in their room. It was a near useless thing, but combined with Sideswipe’s optics it still provided him with a good enough overview of his frame, and more importantly, his finish. He was shining now, though that never lasted long in the environment they were in. All the work that went into maintaining his dear looks…

“Don’t feign ignorance,” Megatronus continued in that same voice that promised nothing good, drawing Sunstreaker’s attention from the mirror properly. Before he could again ask for some fragging clarification, Megatronus had already closed the distance between them, looming over him and spitting his accusation. “Do you make a habit of encouraging others’ advances where I can’t see it?”

Oh, for frag’s sake… Sunstreaker turned around fully, facing the larger mech and landing his servos on his hips. “Listen here, you ass,” he growled, “I have no pitting clue what you’re talking about. I haven’t ‘faced anyone else since we went exclusive, as we slagging well agreed.”

Megatronus forced him back a step until he was nearly pinned against the mirror, the larger gladiator’s servo slamming into the wall next to it and him. Sunstreaker’s optics narrowed, but Megatronus showed no signs of calming the frag down. “So you only lead others on?” Megatronus hissed at him. “Let them grope you a little, but it’s alright because you don’t full on interface with them, hmm?”

Sunstreaker threw his arms up in frustration. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m hot as fresh slag, and some take that as too big of an invitation,” he snarled right back at their clearly a little too jealous lover. “I make a habit of punching them somewhere painful for it, but I can’t always prevent it ahead of time. That’s not satisfactory? The pit more do you want?”

Megatronus leaned down and Sunstreaker met his burning gaze without waver all through the larger mech’s growled response, “You belong to me, and I don’t like others touching what is mine.”

At that point Sunstreaker’s lips drew into a sneer and he copied Megatronus’ move and leaned in. “If you haven’t noticed, we already have an owner, and it’s not you,” he pointed out, voice cold. Oh how he would have preferred to not belong to anyone—not even Megatronus. Not in that way. What he wouldn’t give to be his own master and not have contracts or possessive lovers telling him otherwise.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting for a reminder like that, but he wasn’t sure it was Megatronus closing the rest of the distance between them and crashing their lips together. Sunstreaker grimaced when the larger mech’s denta came into play immediately, painfully grazing his dermal plating. It distracted him enough that he wasn’t fast enough to dodge when Megatronus’ servos closed around the arms Sunstreaker brought up to push the massive bastard away. From there he was no match to Megatronus’ strength and size and could do little when he was slammed against the wall—next to the mirror instead of against it, luckily—and lifted until his pedes didn’t meet the ground, but where he would’ve been in the perfect position to wrap his legs around Megatronus’ middle.

Was that where this was going? “Let the slag go of me,” Sunstreaker growled, but the parting of his lips only had Megatronus’ slagging glossa shove in.

He bit down on it without fanfare, earning himself a roar from Megatronus’ engine. The grip on him shifted until Megatronus could securely hold him up with one arm only, the other slipping between his thighs and… This was definitely going there. The roar of Sunstreaker’s engine fought to match Megatronus’, even if it never could.

Megatronus pulled back from his mouth enough to growl a simple, “Open.”

“Go frag yourself,” Sunstreaker hissed at him, fury surging all the higher when Megatronus’ claws pressed against the seams of his valve cover with painful force.

The only response he got was another growl and those claws sank into the seams. Sunstreaker’s helm fell back against the wall with a pained grunt, but when Megatronus twisted with the apparent intent of ripping the whole damn panel off, Sunstreaker hurriedly transformed it aside before it was bent so far out of shape it couldn’t have done that anymore.

There was no preparation. No preparation whatsoever, just Megatronus releasing his spike and thrusting in with one uncaring stroke. Sunstreaker squirmed between him and the wall, hissing at the tearing pain at his insides when his lover’s always a little too big spike scraped against barely damp walls. His claws dug into silver plating, as much as he knew that wouldn’t do him any good, not with the thickness of Megatronus’ armor. The only good reason for it was to ground himself on something when Megatronus set to frag him, hard. It tore at his inner sensors until there was barely even the slightest hint of pleasure left. His ventilations became ragged from anything but arousal.

Megatronus gave no quarter before he overloaded after too long, torturous moments, Sunstreaker grimacing at the feel of hot transfluid against his abraded valve walls. Only once the charge had fully dissipated from his damned lover’s frame did Megatronus pull away, anger still in his optics. Sunstreaker’s valve was blessedly abandoned, but when Megatronus simply dropped him to the floor, the lancing pain from his core made sure Sunstreaker’s legs wouldn’t carry him and he fell to his knees.

That did nothing to help with his own anger, and Sunstreaker would have bet his optics were even more fierce than Megatronus’ when he lifted his gaze to the mech looming over him.

“Out,” Sunstreaker growled, stretching out one arm to point a digit at the goddamn door. “Get the frag out of my room.”

Surprisingly, Megatronus obeyed—without an apology, without a single backwards glance. He left.

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It always felt like an invasion when their owner came to the room of the Pits they called their own. It was their room, and it didn’t matter slag that technically the fragging mech had a right to it because he owned the twins and everything they could possibly claim to belong to them. Their room included.

But here he was now, with the brothers sitting on their berth and their visitor in the one chair in the room.

“Megatronus,” the mech spoke, watching for their reaction.

They gave none, so he continued, “He’s becoming a distraction to you. You need to focus on your careers, not on pointless dalliances. It’s your lives at stake.”

Only because you keep signing me into deathmatches.

But they could hardly accuse their dear owner of that much. Even the truth of, “He gives us training,” was a hard thing to force past the slave coding, but Sunstreaker did so anyway.

Their owner frowned. “Enough to balance out the amount of time you spend with him? No. Your relationship with him needs to end.”

Sunstreaker closed his optics as the slave coding registered that and worked to put it in effect. It was a little too complex of an order for it to force it upon them entirely. They could work around it with some effort, if they wanted to.

He wasn’t sure if their owner knew as much, but there were always other orders he could pile on top to really make it impossible for them to stay in a “relationship” with Megatronus.

“Do you understand me?” the mech demanded still.

“I understand,” Sunstreaker said, Sideswipe repeating the same words next to him. His brother watched their owner nod in satisfaction and Sunstreaker opened his optics in time to watch him leave.

“Don’t forget,” was all they were told in parting before they had their room for themselves again.

After silence and stillness had stretched on for a while, Sideswipe stated, “Megatronus can do something about that. If I want him to.”

“I want him to,” Sunstreaker confirmed, setting his jaw. Their damn owner wouldn’t choose who they had relations with, even if they needed to fix the matter in a roundabout fashion.

Their decision made, Sideswipe pulled up Megatronus’ commlink without wasting any more time and pinged for his attention. The connection was opened almost immediately.

“Can you come by tonight?” was all Sideswipe asked. There was a brief pause on Megatronus’ end before he confirmed he could do that–

And that night he did indeed come over, the twins opening the door for him. Their lover was already wearing a frown, likely having caught onto something being off. He was many things, but dumb wasn’t one of them.

“What’s the matter?” he asked almost as soon as the door had closed after him.

Sunstreaker gushed air from his vents. “Our owner wants us to end our relationship with you,” was all he needed to say for Megatronus to understand everything he needed to. His face darkened like a storm cloud, a growl rising from his engine.

“I will have… Words with him.”

As they had hoped. The brothers nodded and Megatronus moved further into the room until he could circle behind Sideswipe, his servos landing on the red twin’s shoulders and running along his plating. “How firm is the order, currently?”

“Not very. Yet,” Sideswipe murmured, tilting his helm back to look up at Megatron. “But he can make it more specific.

Megatronus’ mouth set into a thin line and he nodded, his touch on Sideswipe turning just that bit more possessive—suggestive. They weren’t opposed to it and Megatronus went on to prove to no one in particular that they wouldn’t be parted quite so easily.

The next day, their owner came by to rescind his order, a little dinged and shaky.

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“I could buy your contracts.”

Sunstreaker looked up from his painting. Megatronus was already looking at him and that… Didn’t sound like a joke. In fact, it sounded like Megatronus was very serious with that thought, as if he’d already considered it for a while.

The twins had nothing more to offer him than matching frowns, though. “I’m sure you could,” Sunstreaker agreed on that much, only to continue, “but you won’t.”

“Why would I not? Would you not be glad to be rid of your owner?”

Their frowns deepened. “Only to have you as our owner instead? We’d be in the exact same spot. Nothing would change. So no, thank you.”

“Nothing would change?” Megatronus growled. “Having someone who cares about you holding your legal contracts would change nothing?”

“The contracts would still exist,” Sunstreaker snarled right back. “Even if you didn’t actually use them, I’d slagging well owe you. My entire fragging life, in fact. I will not be indebted to you like that.”

It looked like their lover was quickly growing frustrated, as if he’d assumed it was a given that they would agree with… What? Joyful jumps? Grateful kisses? Thankful frags?

Well, slag that.

“You’re not thinking with reason,” Megatronus let him know, earning himself Sunstreaker’s full glare, not that it discouraged him any. “If you set aside your emotions for a moment, you would see that is the perfect arrangement.”

“Perfect for you, maybe!” Sunstreaker set his drawing tablet aside before he harmed it in his rising temper, jabbing a digit in Megatronus’ chest. “You’d fragging own me, and legally you could do whatever the frag you wanted with me.”

“Do you not trust my intentions?”

“Honestly? Not slagging enough.”

That was probably over the line a bit. Megatronus growled with his entire frame, but this wasn’t the right moment to back the frag down. Instead Sunstreaker drove the stake deeper, pressing the tip of his claw against Megatronus’ chestplates. “Let me make myself very clear: you buy my contracts and I will find a way beat it the slag out of this whole damn city and leave you behind. Mark my slagging words.”

Megatronus glared at him, an expression Sunstreaker fully matched. It wouldn’t be an easy trick to pull off, but at this point he trusted Megatronus knew them to be crafty enough that they might just succeed in it no matter the cost—and even if they didn’t, it would leave their relationship in permanent ruins, something he doubted their lover actually wanted or would be willing to risk.

That was the hope, anyway.

Megatronus didn’t answer him, at least not verbally, though the rough servo that wrapped around the back of Sunstreaker’s helm and pulled him into an equally rough kiss was probably answer enough. He wasn’t let off that easy, either, because Megatronus pulled him up and broke their kiss only to yank him around and press Sunstreaker’s chest against the nearest wall. Hard. “You are unreasonably stubborn,” was hissed into his audial and his legs were kicked apart to make room for Megatronus’ servo between them. “I try to help you, and you turn it down without any true consideration.” Sunstreaker retracted his valve cover before he was relieved of it entirely, the one and only concession he made before he was lifted for Megatronus to line up their arrays. The fact Sunstreaker had next to no lubrication was likely right according to Megatronus’ current desires—the entry chafed in the worst ways and he couldn’t entirely silence his groan.

“Do you not see my love for you?” Megatronus grunted on his next thrust in. Sunstreaker growled, but his lover continued, “Everything I would do for you? Instead you lay down misguided ultimatums and think you know best.”

“It’s my life,” Sunstreaker hissed, twisting in Megatronus’ hold as the burn in his valve worsened with every harsh thrust. “Like it or not, I should get to choose how it goes.”

“I should let you make decisions to your own detriment?” Megatronus growled, the next snap of his hips particularly punishing.

Sunstreaker’s claws dug into the wall, but he held his ground. “Yes. They’re my mistakes to make and my consequences to live with.”

“Don’t you see I only want to protect you?”

“Well, don’t. It’s—hngh—my right to live and make mistakes. You won’t take that away from me.”

“Stubborn you are, my dear,” Megatronus snarled at him. Sunstreaker’s back arched from fresh hell when his love angled his thrusts differently, and sped his pace up.

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“You scheduled goddamn frame edits for us?”

Megatronus barely bothered to glance up from whatever he was writing and the blatant dismissal only made Sunstreaker angrier. “There are improvements that can be made to your frames,” was all the answer he got before Megatronus went right back to whatever he was working on.

Sunstreaker stalked up to his desk and slammed his servo down over his lover’s datapad hard enough that the screen splintered. “I never agreed to this. Some of them are external edits. You fragging bastard, I already like how I look.”

The look Megatronus gave him was chilly to say the least, but true to form, Sunstreaker wasn’t cowed one bit. “As I said, improvements can be made,” Megatronus simply said.

“And who defines what’s an improvement?” Sunstreaker grit out, shoving at Megatronus’ shoulder. “You? They’re my fragging frames.”

“Did you even have a look at the order?” Megatronus asked from him, aggravated. Good for him, Sunstreaker was pretty damn aggravated himself. That made two of them.

“I did, but that’s entirely beside the point.”

“Is it? Did you not like them?”

“I don’t like that you’re trying to dictate what the pit I look like!” Sunstreaker straightened to his full height and crossed his arms across his chassis, but even so he didn’t exactly manage to be taller than Megatronus. Didn’t matter. “My life, my frames, my looks. I choose them, and you’re not fragging going to play my damn owner, trying to tell me what I am or am not to look like.”

“Did you not like them?” Megatronus demanded more firmly, his glare as intense as Sunstreaker’s. Their staring contest was true, neither backing down.

“That’s beside the point. You didn’t have permission.”

Before Megatronus could answer to that, there was a ping at his door. Sunstreaker glanced over his shoulder to see it slide aside to reveal… Soundwave. That probably meant there was some important rebellion business to be discussed. Just when were Megatronus and his supporters planning to make their big move, anyway? Sunstreaker couldn’t remember, and in the moment, couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Cancel them,” he growled at Megatronus before he turned on his heel and marched to the door, “I’m not showing up anyway,” then past Megatronus’ second who moved to the side to let him through.

Frame edits his fragging ass… Not while his spark still pulsed.

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“No. I’m fragging well going, and that’s final. Slag you.”

“I will not have who knows what manner of filthy servos pawing you,” Megatron snarled at him. His fist slamming into the wall next to him would have been more of a deterrent if Sunstreaker wasn’t able to simply slip under it. Something good out of their size difference…

But they’d been here before and Megatron made a grab at him when he tried to escape the revolutionist’s clutches—successfully escape, despite that. He danced out of Megatron’s reach, glaring the whole way, twice as hard when Megatron began to stalk towards him, angling just right to block his exit.

“It’s a party. That’s part of the drill. I won’t frag anyone as you slagging well know, and some groping? If I can live with it, you can live with it too. They’re my slagging frames.”

Megatron’s optics darkened with sheer anger, and this was one argument where it was unlikely either of them would just give, wasn’t it? The brothers wanted to go out and enjoy a nice evening with some fragging friends—let the high grade flow and music pound—and Megatron was intent on being the possessive bitch he always was. They never reached an agreement in these matters.

“Do you not find my attention enough?” Megatron asked from him, constantly advancing, and Sunstreaker constantly retreating. “Do you need to go seek the approval of strangers on top of it?”

“Pits, I don’t need anyone telling me I’m fragging beautiful, thanks. All I want is to go drink and dance. That is not too much to ask. No, wait. I’m not asking. I’m going.”

They glared at each other, but he managed to stay ahead of Megatron enough that he wasn’t grabbed and most likely ‘faced through the floor or something of equal pleasantness.

“Why is it so hard to understand I don’t want something of mine tainted?” Megatron demanded from him, his face and his field speaking of his fury. How dare Sunstreaker disobey him so, yada yada. It was the same old song and dance.

“I’d listen to that argument if I was about to ‘face someone, but some groping isn’t going to do a damn thing,” Sunstreaker growled. His optics didn’t flick to the door, he didn’t project his plan before he’d already set it in motion—dashing past Megatron when the opening was big enough, before his lover could physically stop him as he was so damn eager to do.

He made it to the door, and he made it through the door before he turned back just enough to snarl his final, vicious, “And you’ll just have to live with it, love.”

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Mob Psycho Characters Playing Minecraft (Headcanons)

Shigeo

He starts with creative mode, just to get the gist of it, before finally heading into survival but on peaceful. Then he’ll do survival easy mode and just stay on that tier forever, until he feels more confident to up his game a little higher.

Only played because Telepathy club was playing and he heard the word “Mob” and was like; “Did you call me?” and the club goes “nah fam, it Minecraft.” “what’s Minecraft.” Boom he plays.

Most likely to have a farm with a lot of cows

Has a dirt house/villager’s house on the first night and stops at just that.

Not much of a great builder

Takes forever to get diamonds

Dies often, but not too much. Just often enough for him to lose a few good iron pickaxes.

Always goes to bed once it’s night.

Most likely to have a pet cat

He just plays for fun, when he’s bored and stuff. So he doesn’t go as far as to defeating the ender dragon. He’ll travel to the nether though, just for potion making

But he does play a heck more when Teru’s around, or when the Telepathy club invites him.

He awaits for a frog update

Reigen

Jumps into survival hardcore right off the bat after watching one play through

Most likely to have a villager colony and farm

Makes a wooden house with windows and stuff on the first night with a furnace and a crafting table and a bed. The essentials. But he won’t stay in one house often and will move a lot

He can build, but he’s pretty amateur at it, he’s a fast learner though so he could easily replicate houses he see online

He’s the type of guy that never stops mining until he finds diamonds, which means he makes sure he’s at 13-11y in coordinates, has a shit ton of extra pickaxes, and stacks upon stacks of torches. Once he finds them goodies, he heads on home and repeats the cycle

He’ll defeat the ender dragon if he’s bored enough or when someone challenges/pays him to.

Same goes with The Wither

Will skip Minecraft sleep very often and will only go to bed when the phantom starts attacking

Most likely to have many many pet dogs, each one of them have name tags.

When he dies, he gets mad for a few hours, then jumps right back in. He doesn’t die all that often though, so he won’t rage quit.

He gets the minecraft books later on and you can see him reading it under his table time to time

Ritsu

He starts off with easy or normal without much knowledge on the game, probably only played because Shigeo introduced him to or Shou bugged him about it.

He’ll have a farm, but just for resources. Won't have much animals, mostly crops. He’ll live next to a village if there is one.

His first house will also be a dirt house, he’ll improve it overtime and add more levels and decorations. It can get very pretty in the end and he’ll be content to just stay and keep adding more to his house.

Not the best builder, but good enough for people to compliment it. He feels especially proud when Shigeo likes them, so he’s keen on building better and more.

He plans before he mines, calculates how many torches he needs and plans out what he’s exactly looking for, even calculates how many hunger bars each food item will fill before taking it with him.

If he gets really into the game, he’ll defeat the ender dragon, wither and head on into the nether. Not in that order though.

Will sleep if he doesn’t need to do anything

Most likely to have pets, perhaps a cat, or a dog, or a parrot. Only one though.

When he dies, he accepts it and moves on. Though, that would rarely happen.

Recently got into a forced Minecraft marriage with Shou. Is it forced if he enjoyed it though?

Teru

This bitch really just gonna jump right into survival just to flex on Shigeo.

Duh, of course he’ll have a farm. Will probably talk to the animals.

His first house is either borrowed from a villager or built with wood, but it’ll definitely not be a simple ass wooden house. It will be a nice fucking mansion, just watch him, he will. He’ll fight all the mobs he needs to just to built this mansion right off the bat, doesn’t even care if the first night he sleeps roofless.

Really good at building, because he wants to compete with Ritsu for fun and boast about it to Shigeo. Shigeo would just clap and be like “Wow so cool.”

“Thanks, made it myself, I can make one for you.” Shigeo declines, he’s an independent man, which makes Teru a mixture of disappointment and oh-my-god-you’re-adorable???

He doesn't plan when he mines, he just estimates and half ass some stuff before he struts into the cave. Sometimes he gets lost, but that’s perfectly fine.

Will defeat every mob boss and mob ever to show Shigeo he’s very powerful.

Doesn’t sleep, fights the phantom instead. Will sleep if Shigeo asks him to.

Most likely to have a pet cat, but he doesn’t mind dogs.

When he dies, he’s an angry baby and makes up some excuse as to why he’s dead. “I was distracted, didn’t see the lava. Whoops I guess ha ha no big deal.” But it is a big deal, he lost his diamonds, he wants to give it to his boyfriend but he cannot. Because he died.

Has yet to marry Shigeo in Minecraft.

Shou

Plays because he is a gamer. Survival hardcore ftw. He only plays multiplayer with Ritsu these days, never single player because he has been playing Minecraft his whole childhood and it gets boring on his own.

What’s a fucking farm? I take my food from my Minecraft husband.

Sleeps in a cave, but if Ritsu’s done with the house, he joins his bed with him and sleeps under a roof.

But he’s really really good at building, probably the best next to Serizawa. If you gave him the resources and time, he can recreate Seasoning City.

A concerning miner, jumps in with just torches and a pickaxe and somehow still survives (mostly because Ritsu always goes looking for him)

Could probably easily defeat the bosses because he has already done it so many times

Will only sleep when Ritsu is, which is almost all the time.

He owns every kind of animal.

He dies too many times because he really doesn’t mind, it makes Ritsu mad and that’s what keeps him going.

Shou was suffocated in sand.

“S H O U.” Ritsu yells at the boy next to him.

Was the one that proposed to Ritsu, invited everyone to the wedding; including Serizawa and Reigen.

Serizawa

Played while he was still hiding in his home, so he knows everything about the game when he finally played it with Reigen or the kids.

He loves farming, even the animals, it’s oddly calming to take care of something that won’t die unless he hits em.

He always collects resources first before he actually starts building a home, so he always sleeps in a cave or a villager’s house.

After years of experience, he became really good at building, he use to spend time recreating maps from other games. But he says Shou is better than him, the boy disagrees.

Yeah he mines, but he’s wary of dying when he heads into the cave, so he always brings too many torches.

Makes sure he is very very prepared before defeating bosses

Always sleeps in time, because Reigen said so. Well, because Reigen advised it, what a hypocrite am I right?

Doesn’t have pets, and even if he does, he always make them stay put at one place.

Doesn’t die all that often, almost not at all.

He pretends to not be good at the game when Reigen’s around, he mostly lets the other do what they wanna do because he loves watching his husband play.

“Serizawa! Look, I made the zombie villager back into a villager!” Reigen pointed, Serizawa smiles and nods. He already knew how to do that, but Reigen’s discovery makes it feel he discovered something new himself.

Tome

Bro this woman is so experienced to a point everyone consults her for tips.

She’s building up to find aliens in minecraft, even though they don’t exist, but she’s convinced they’re an easter egg or something.

No, she doesn’t farm. She takes em from the villagers, but she has a few beehives here and there.

She’s only mining to find diamonds as a peace offering to minecraft aliens.

One time she thought the Wither was an alien.

One time, she thought the phantom was an alien.

One time she thought the ghast was an alien.

Has died multiple times because she is careless, but she is never upset about it. Always jumps right back into the game immediately.

Parrots are her pets, because they f l y and d a n c e.

One time she thought the creepers were aliens.

She has this summoning circle made of redstone and torches in case there really are aliens.

She believes in herobrine and sometimes tries to summon him.

She thinks the aliens made the temples in minecraft.

Other Characters

Minegishi has so many bees and flowers and crops it’s almost covering the whole map.

Takenaka plays because it’s very quiet and calming

Shimazaki cannot play. He is blind.

Shou’s old resistance team use to play with him, now they sometimes play together as a trio when Shou is playing with Ritsu.

Mukai and Tsuchi play because Mukai wanted to, she has a lot of armor stands in her house.

Tsubomi does not play, she played once and didn’t enjoy it all that much, but she’s perfectly happy watching her friends play.

Emi roleplays in minecraft.

Mezato doesn’t play, but she likes watching minecraft videos on youtube, mostly the theories.

Everyone in the awakening lab plays, Kurosaki is fantastic at mining because she always knows which way are the mobs and which way are the diamonds. Asahi is an arsonist.

Minori once got invited by Shigeo to play, then she proceeded to buy minecraft and everything in it to impress him. Shigeo only congratulated her once. Contemplating buying the whole of Mojang, but she’s a good girl now so she won’t.

Hoshida plays to impress Tome. Too bad, son, she’s not into you.

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Tilt The Hourglass Ch. 8

Maul eyed the water on the planet they had found themselves stranded on with no small amount of distaste.

There was no Kilindi here to make the ocean enjoyable, only encroaching danger. Maul could already see where the tide lifted towards the caves high above them. It left a thin line of a sediment where what little vegetation that existed here did not grow.

They would have to abandon the ship and take everything they could carry up to shelter. The water was drinkable, with only small amounts of saline. The Arconan’s would have to rely on water from the ship.

No one else seemed to have noticed the lines that marked the ocean tide, but then again most of them were busy repairing the hull or didn’t have the same kind of low-light vision and Nightbrother and darksider were afforded. He needed no light to see by at all, though it helped with finer details.

Maul kept a careful eye on the draigon’s that circled overhead.

He was still mad that he’d slept through a Force-damned pirate attack.

Slept! Him!

Perhaps he had poured too much of himself into crafting his crystals, but whatever the case was this was one past event he could not change. He’d only woken up hours after everything was over, to discover that they had crash landed on this no-name planet.

Jango kept shooting him worried looks that Maul studiously ignored.

If he was truly pressed, Maul would say that he had pushed himself too hard after being so badly injured, no matter the wound it would leave on his pride. It was better than the truth.

‘Yes, by the way the master I was escaping is a sith apprentice and I’m a time travelling assassin sorta-sith-lord hellbent on vengeance for a literal lifetime of torture he inflicted on me. I was hiding in the vents to make super rare crystals with my mind undisturbed and that's why I slept through a pirate attack. By the way Kenobi is going to become one of the best jedi ever if Jinn will just get his head out of his ass. Do you know why he’s not taking apprentices?’

Yeah, that would go well.

Maul left the crewmen to keep trying to patch up the hull before the water could rise so he could help Jango get their supplies from their rooms, but something in the force lead him to the medical bay.

He stopped in the doorway, the automatic doors cracked open and broken. They made sad, pathetic hissing sounds when they tried to open or close but had no luck with either. He arrived just as the medical droid and Clat’Ha were leaving.

Maul passed them by. While he was here he might as well get a wrap for the wrist he’d twisted when he’d been thrown from his bed onto the floor during the landing. It was the pain that finally woke him.

Qui Gon spared him a glance when he slunk in, a small shadow, and opened drawers until he found what he was looking for. While Maul found long strips of compression fabric Qui Gon studied him and Kenobi intermittently.

Finally, he spoke.

“Obi-Wan, when you accelerated the ship, what thoughts did you have?”

Maul paused. Kenobi had crashed the ship? Why had he even been flying it? Maul would have bet money he’d never flown anything larger than a land speeder.

“Thoughts?” Kenobi asked doubtfully. “I wasn‘t thinking about much of anything. I was afraid of the pirates, and I just knew I had to get away fast.

“So you didn‘t think about the fact that you would tear the ships from the docking bays and kill hundreds of pirates in the process?” Jinn asked in a neutral tone. Neutral, but Maul had been tested enough by Sidious, whose sabacc face was far better than Jinns. There was a trap in his words. A test in his mind. Maul turned to study the Jedi Master. What was he up to?

“I didn‘t think about what I was doing,” Obi-Wan replied. “The Force led me.”

“Were you frightened? Angry?”

There it was. Two strikes against the jedi tenant. Didn’t they understand that anger could be used to make them stronger? Didn’t they understand that fear kept one alive?

“Both,” Kenobi admitted, startling Maul. “I . . . fired on the pirates. I killed, but I didn‘t do it in anger. I did it to save lives.”

How very righteous. How very like Kenobi.

Qui-Gon nodded, just the smallest of movements. “I see.”

Maul could feel it in the Force. Something settling. The prickling on the back of his neck lessened. The test was over and passed, Kenobi had answered correctly. And not been punished for it. Still, Maul felt, Jinn found Kenobi wanting of something.

He was missing pieces here, and the only ones who had those pieces were the two jedi in front of him. Kenobi clearly knew some of it, but he was nearly swaying in his boots and that last time Maul had asked him directly the boy had nearly started crying. Maul did not want a repeat of that.

The Force told him before Si Treemba rushed in. The Arconan was out of breath, panting, and utterly off color.

“What‘s wrong?” Qui-Gon asked. He stood and tenderly stretched his shoulder. He’d been wounded in the fighting, and his arm had nearly been severed.

“Please come quickly!” Si Treemba panted. “Jemba the Hutt has stolen our dactyl!”

Maul rolled his eyes. Of course he did. There wasn’t a dull moment of this Force forsaken vessel, was there?

The three Force wielders followed Si Treemba out of medical and into the dawning light of the planet. The draigons were still sleeping, some floating on harsh drafts of wing above their heads and some nesting in the cliffs near the caves they would no doubt have to shelter in come true day break.

Maul and Kenobi stood between Jango and Jinn facing the massive hutts. They were outnumbered by their whiphid’s, but Maul knew that they could win in a fight if it was down to just the four of them. But it wasn’t.

The Arconan’s weren’t fighters. Si Treemba was the only one among them with any guts at all. They would get caught in the cross fires and die, and Jango was here to protect them. It was meant that they were playing a stupid game of space chicken, and no one was willing to flinch first.

Maul contemplated shooting both hutts in the head and then claiming control over the whiphids.

“You won‘t get away with this,” Jinn warned Jemba the Hutt. He spoke calmly, for all this was a life or death situation for the Arconans who stood silent behind him. It would have been more effective if Jinn didn’t look ready to collapse. His skin was pale and his hand, folded into his long jedi robes, shook faintly.

Jemba shook in amusement like a giant grey worm.

“What can you do, puny Jedi?” he boomed gleefully. “No one can stop the great Jemba! You Arconans were too frightened to face the pirates. They hid, while my men fought and died. Soon these cowards will be my slaves!”

Maul sneered at him. He didn’t disagree. They were cowards, and the whiphids had died for it, but he wasn’t interested in the hutts little corporate games. If anything the arconans owed the whiphids for their help, not the hutts who kept them just as enslaved as anyone else. Maul could see the thin line of collars under their long fur from where he stood.

Jemba and his men had taken over the Arconans‘ lounge. A wall of Offworld miners backed Jemba. The Offworlders stood ready for battle. Maul’s group stared down the barrels of at least thirty blasters. Some of the Offworld thugs also held shields and wore armor. Jemba‘s men obviously held more than just the Arconans‘ dactyl.

They held most of the ship‘s weapons.

Maul would feel Kenobi’s outrage at the injustice and the threat to his little friends. Beside him, Clat‘Ha pulsed with lividity. She held her hands down loosely, ready to draw her weapon. But she and the Arconans were greatly outgunned.

“Be ready,” Maul told Kenobi quietly, taking careful stock of the situation. Space in the room, number of combattants, number of blasters, and who wielded them.

Maul glanced at Jango. The mandalorian seemed oddly calm, but he could feel his anger through the Force and see the tension under his pauldrons.

“It is not justice you seek, Jemba,” Jinn tried to reason, his voice echoing faintly with the Force “You hope only to satisfy your greed. Nothing will be solved this way. Put down your weapons.”

Jemba waved a hand, as if testing the air. “Ooh, is that your powerful Force I feel? Ha!” he spat. “Your Jedi tricks are so puny, they make me laugh. They cannot work on the great Jemba. And look at you, Jedi. You‘d don‘t have the sense to stay out of the way of a vibro-ax. Anyone can see you are too frail to fight. There is nothing you can do to stop me.”

Fury pulsed off Kenobi at the Hutt‘s taunting, startling Maul. Had he ever felt Kenobi’s anger so clearly before? He leaped past Jinn, directly in front of Jemba. Maul quietly vanished among the arconans and made his way around back, slipping past the whiphids, droids, and humans that made up the Offworld company.

“I can stop you!” Kenobi shouted. He brought up his lightsaber. What foolish, excellent distraction.

Jemba‘s huge eyes narrowed in anger. The thugs who surrounded him stood their ground. They weren‘t afraid of a mere boy.

“What, Jedi?” Jemba said contemptuously to Jinn. “You send a child to fight me? Is this some insult?” Jemba looked to his right and left, and raised a huge fist high enough Maul could see it over the crowd. He made eye contact with Jango and raised his blaster where the Mandalorian could see.

Jango inclined his head, just barely.

Maul grinned and levelled the weapon at the back of Jemba’s head.

Jinn saw Maul too. He reached out and touched Obi-Wan‘s elbow. “Put your weapons away,” he said calmly, his voice carrying easily to Maul as well. “You can‘t win like this. If he opens fire, people will die needlessly. A Jedi must know his true enemies.”

Kenobi was shaking with confusion. Maul scowled. He was not taking orders from a jedi!

He tilted his blaster to make sure he hit Jemba directly in the head.

“What do you mean?” Kenobi asked. Sweat streamed down his pale, freckled face. “Which one of them is our enemy?” His eyes darted briefly to Maul.

“Anger is our enemy,” Qui-Gon said reasonably. He shot a glare across the room to Jemba, and at Maul as well. “Greed and fear are also our enemies. The Arconans can live without dactyl for awhile. You do not need to fight now. Haste is another enemy.”

“A wise move, little one,” Jemba said with a deep laugh. At his prompting the rest of the Offworlders lowered their weapons.

There.

Maul pulled the trigger twice.

Jemba and Grelb, the hutt who had attacked Kenobi at the start of the voyage, fell dead to the ground. Holes smoked out the back of their great, slimy heads.

In the time it took the whiphids, strong but slow, to turn around and raise their blasters Maul had already blasted the heads off of all the droids. Jango drew his own blasters, as did Clat’Ha, and a very irritated looking Jinn ignited his lightsaber.

Jango lifted his blasters but didn’t fire. Maul stood in front of the ensembled Offworld crowd, still but unafraid. He pulled their aggression towards himself, stealing it straight from them. The whiphids looked confused, and the humans shook their heads as their anger started to fade, but no one fired at him. They were at least that smart

“Now that that’s settled,” Jango said, his voice cutting through the crowd, “we’ll be taking the dactyl back. Anyone have a problem with that?”

“He just killed the boss,” one of the humans spun to face Jango, and got a blaster pointed at his face.

“Yeah, he did. Do you really have a problem with that?” Jango asked steadily.

The human eyed the blaster before he looked down at the bodies of the hutts. Finally, he holstered his own blaster and spat on their corpses.

“They died in the crash,” the human said at last, and squared his shoulders. He looked back over the other Offworlders. “Guess that puts me in charge until we get to Bandoneer. Give ‘em the dactyl. I’d like to live long enough to at least see Bandomeer. “

The others grumbled, but no one put up a fight. Someone turned over one of the big crates of dactyl over to Clat’Ha.

Maul strode through the whiphids until he was standing in front of Jango. The Mandalorians head tilted. Maul got the impression of irritation, but he couldn't tell what it was aimed at.

Slowly, the group dispersed.

Maul put his blaster away while Clat’Ha watched him. He couldn't quite read what was in her eyes, but the concern was unmistakable. Concern, and fear perhaps? So be it.

Clat’Ha turned to Jango, a question unspoken, and he just shrugged.

“Kid nearly broke my neck the first time I found him. And he didn’t even have a blaster then.”

Maul scowled at him. “I should have finished what I started, old man.”

Nevermind that Maul had lived longer than Jango ever would. Ever had? Fuck it.

“Now you’re just being rude, ad’ika.”

“I am not a child!”

“You shot them.”

The trio broke out of their ‘discussion’ to find the two jedi were watching them still. Kenobi kept his eyes on Maul. They were bright.

“Well your master wasn’t doing kriff all,” Maul said pointedly, eying Jinn.

Jinn’s mouth thinned into a line. “It was dangerous to engage in combat. What you did was reckless and foolish. You could have gotten yourself and others killed. The arconan’s could survive without dactyl for a while. As I said.”

Maul looked him up and down. Jinn was nearly twice as tall as Maul was now, and the grey in his long hair and bear was gone. Younger and stronger.

“So you would have asked them to suffer while you puttered around and tried to find a ‘diplomatic’ solution?” Maul sneered before his expression morphed into an epiphany. “Or was the jedi going to steal the dactyl back?”

“Master Jinn would never!” Kenobi argued, looking horrified.

Jinn’s cheek twitched. Maul grinned viciously.

“What you did-”

“Worked,” Maul cut in. “And last I checked, no jedi ever came to take me to your sparkly little temple. You have no place to lecture me, Qui Gon Jinn. You are not my master, nor my father, and I owe you less than nothing.”

Jango’s hand landed on Maul’s shoulder, bringing him up short.

“What’s done is done. Maul’s strategy worked. The dactyl will be returned, and only the hutts and a few droids died.”

“Perhaps it was the Will of the Force,” Maul offered, relishing the way Jinn’s hand folded into his robe to hide how tightly his fists had clenched.

Needling Jedi was almost better than killing them, Maul decided.

“What’s done is done,” Jinn repeated, his jaw working under his beard. “I must retire, then, and see my wounds.”

Kenobi looked hesitantly between Maul and Jinn before he finally made to help Jinn to his room. Clat’Ha followed after them.

Once they were alone, Jango tilted his visored face towards Maul.

“As much as I hate to admit it, the jetii wasn’t wrong. That was very dangerous. You made a target of yourself there.”

“I was fine,” Maul shook his head. “I have been in much worse situations.”

Jango was sad, again, and angry. Maul was becoming much more attuned with his emotions.

“That’s not- Maul’ika, that’s not a good thing. You shouldn’t have had to be in those situation. Someone should have protected you.”

Maul bristled, anger flashing in his eyes. He wanted to snarl at Jango that he didn’t need such things but-

But Jango was right.

Sidious’ rearing had made him powerful, it was true, but he would always begrudge the jedi for never coming for him. He would always taste bile when he remembered that time and again he had had to save himself.

“... Some did. Some tried.” Savage had guarded his back. Rook Kast and Gar Saxxon had come for him. Kilindi would have tried even if it killed her, and Daleen too. DeeNine had protected him as best as he could, and in the end saved him from Sidious.

Wasn’t that a strange thought? Almost as bizarre as the idea that he had three whole friends.

Jango’s anger eased.

“That’s something, at least. Come, there’s still much to be done. You did good work today. We’ll need to get you some armor, if you’re going to take risks like that.”

Jango touched his shoulder and guided Maul away. He tried not to be pleased. He didn’t need praise to know he had done well.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Obi Wan carefully helped Master Jinn lower himself onto his sleeping couch in his small quarters. The two jedi had been afforded their own rooms on the ship, unlike most of the workers. Maul, too, shared a bunk with Jango Fett.

Master Jinn’s quarters were scant and bare, as a proper Jedi’s should have been. There was nothing sentimental in it. Master Jin rubbed his wounded shoulder gingerly.

Obi Wan fiddled with his sleeve cuffs and shuffled his feet. Master Jinn finally looked up at him.

“Yes, young one?” he asked, sounding faintly amused. Obi Wan felt his neck heat up. He’d been caught.

“What you were saying to Maul. Was it really wrong, to kill Jemba?”

It had made perfect sense to Obi Wan. With Jemba and Grelb gone, the dactyl had been returned to Si Treemba and the other’s, and tension with Offworld had lessened enough for the entire ship to work on repairs at the same time. Was it really wrong to kill them? Maul hadn’t seemed to do it because he hated them, even though he always felt at least a little angry. It was such a foreign sensation to Obi Wan, who had been raised in the serenity of the Jedi Temple.

“Nothing has changed,” he said at last. “Obi-Wan, can‘t you see? Killing Jemba was not the answer. Jemba was but one Hutt, as was Grelb. There are always more, just as evil and greedy as he. Even if he is dead, it won‘t stop his plan from going forward. Another like him, perhaps someone worse, will take his place. What we must do is try to teach these people that -”

“But he is evil, isn‘t he?” Obi-Wan asked. He didn’t understand. Yes, there could be others worse than Jemba, but the arconan’s had been saved. Wasn’t one small act of good better than none? Or was the simple act of killing alone evil? Obi Wan had killed the pirates, and Master Jinn and Clat’Ha had fought them too.

“What Jemba was trying to do was wrong,” Master Jinn answered carefully.

“I‘ve never seen anyone who was so evil,” Obi-Wan burst out. He couldn’t keep it to himself any more. He had felt Jemba’s greed, slimy and viscous against his skin every time the hutt spoke.

A sad smile touched Qui-Gon‘s lips.

“And have you been so many places, young Obi Wan?”

Obi Wan fell silent. He had much to learn. His heart cried out that Jemba was evil, and that evil had spread to enslave innocent victims. If anyone deserved to meet a bitter fate, it was the Hutt. But he would listen to Master Jinn. He was not even a Padawan. It was not his place to question a Master.

“I‘ve seen far worse. If you think of killing in anger, you must know such thoughts come from the dark side.”

“Then how could we make him give the dactyl back? He wouldn’t have done it willingly, not unless they agreed to be his slaves!” Obi Wan didn’t understand. How could Master Jinn not act upon the injustice? How much could he see that was beyond Obi Wan’s reach?

“You can‘t,” Master Jinn said gravely. Obi Wan’s heart sunk. “You can‘t force people to be just and decent. Such qualities arise from within. They cannot be forced from without. For

now, I had chosen to wait. Perhaps Jemba would have a change of heart. Or perhaps some darker fate awaited him. In either case, killing was not the solution. It is not our place to pass these judgements.”

“But . . . you‘ve killed before,” Obi Wan said hesitantly. The pirates. Their bodies were being laid outside as people came across them. Several had light saber burns across their corpses.

“I have,” Master Jinn admitted, “when there was no other choice. But when I kill, I only win a fight. It‘s a small, small victory. There are greater battles to be won. Battles of the heart. Sometimes, with

patience and reason and by setting a good example, I have won more than a fight. I have turned my adversary into a friend.”

Obi Wan considered this. Despite his pain and weakness Master Jinn was taking the time to explain his thoughts to Obi Wan. Only yesterday, the Jedi most likely would have issued a stern order, then dismissed him. Something had changed between them.

“You‘re testing me, aren‘t you,” Obi Wan guessed, hope rising in his chest. “You‘ve changed

your mind! You are considering me for your Padawan.”

He tried to keep the eagerness out of his voice.

Master Jinn shook his head.

“No,” he said firmly. “I‘m not testing you, Obi Wan.nLife tests you! Every day it brings you new chances for triumph or defeat. And if you pass the test, it doesn‘t make you a Jedi. It makes you human.”

Obi Wan stepped back, as if he’d slapped him. With a rush of sorrow and hurt, he saw into his own heart. He had been fooling himself. He had told himself that he had accepted Qui-Gon‘s decision, that all he wanted was his respect. But somewhere deep inside, he had hoped that if he acted bravely and well on this mission, Master Jinn would change his mind.

Now he saw the truth.

There was no hope for his future. Master Jinn had truly made his decision and he could not be swayed. Obi Wan was too full of anger, and too impulsive.

He would have killed Jemba if he could have. Did he really think it was right, or was that just the lure of the Darkside?

Obi Wan felt like he was choking. His eyes stung and he turned quickly to hide himself from Master Jinn. He would not let the Master see his deep shame. He’d been such a fool.

No wonder no one wanted him. He didn’t even know himself. How could he know the Will of the Force?

He could never be a jedi.

All his anger flowed out of him, but not into the Force like it should have if he was a real Jedi. It left him like air in his lungs, and he felt light and shaky with its disappearance, for all that came back was hollow grief and guilt.

Grief for the life he would never live. Guilt for wasting the time of so many Masters in his desperate quest to be allowed to stay with the Jedi. How could he?

Obi Wan swallowed twice to clear his dry throat and wiped the tears and sweat from his face before he faced Master Jinn and bowed swiftly.

“I’ll let you rest, then,” he said quietly. His voice didn’t shake. He wouldn't let it.

He left the cabin in a daze. He needed rest, but he could not seem to find it anywhere. He tried his cabin, then the lounge. At last he wandered the hall aimlessly. He ended up near the engine rooms, staring out at the wasteland of the unnamed planet. It felt strange there. Hot and bitter and dry. Like a desert, or what Obi Wan assumed they felt like. He had never been to one.

Here there was the remnants of a great anger. Had their been a battle in the engine room?

Whatever there was, he found solace in the quiet. The engines had been turned off while the teams worked to repair the ship, the lights were left off, and through the hatch they’d opened to have access he could see the sky. Five moons, in shades of red and blue, hung like ripe fruits out over a silent ocean. A flight of draigons hovered high in the air, asleep on the wing. The island shore was nothing more than a treacherous bit of wave carved rock, with smatterings of sand.

Farther inland, dark volcanic peaks vented steam, and there draigons perched by the hundreds. A door hissed open behind him.

A moment later, Maul appeared by his side. The smaller boy had most of his head covered by his hood, as was his norm, but from Obi Wan’s vantage point on the floor he could see the dark red and black patterns on his skin.

“What are you doing here, little Jedi? It’s too dark in here for you.” Maul’s voice was gruff. Obi Wan wondered where he had been during the fight. Had he killed, with the deadly aim he used on the hutts? He hadn’t hesitated at all, and he talked back to Master Jinn without hesitation.

Of course, it was as Maul said. He wasn’t a Jedi, and Master Jinn had no say in his actions.

Master Jinn didn’t seem fond of Maul or his caretaker, Jango. Obi Wan couldn’t tell if the Mandalorian was his father, or relative, or just his caretaker.

“I needed to think,” Obi Wan answered. He was glad to see his friend. Maul didn’t mince words, and he was abrasive in some ways. Anger always radiated off of him faintly, but Obi Wan had gotten used to that. Maul wasn’t a Jedi, so he was allowed his emotions.

“And what has your thinking done, besides turn your face red?”

Obi Wan startled. Maul could see him that well in the dark?

His eyes did glow, faint gold in the shadow of his hood. It reminded Obi Wan of the lightsabers that the Temple Guard wielded.

“I thought that my time in the Temple was hard in many ways,” Obi Wan said slowly, picking his words. It felt odd to say his thoughts out loud. “The days were filled with study and effort. The very best was expected of us. I respected my teachers so much, and I thought I knew what I needed not only to survive, but to excel.”

Obi Wan took a breath. His hands were shaking.

“Now I see that I had no idea what kind of evil the universe could show me. I‘ve never seen real greed before, not like the greed of the pirates or Jemba. It sickens me.”

Maul grunted at him, so Obi Wan continued.

“Now I am wondering . . . do I have the seeds of the same greed?” Master Jinn must have seen some in him. It had to have been greed that drove him to try, over and over, to find a Master to take him even when he knew he was being assigned to the Agri-Corps. Greed, for status and knowledge. And fear. Obi Wan didn’t want to be sent away. He didn’t want to say goodbye to all his friends!

Maul stared at him in the dark. Obi Wan got the distinct impression that he was unimpressed. Of course he would be. Obi wan had seen the scars on his hands, when they’d eaten together and he’d taken his gloves off. He knew that he’d been injured recently when pangs of pain came through the Force if he moved certain ways. Maul had had a hard life, and here Obi Wan was, crying because he did not get what he wanted.

He couldn’t seem to stop talking.

“All my life, I‘ve wanted to be a Jedi. I craved it so much. I was willing to fight for the honor, and I became angry when others stood in my way.”

“And this is a bad thing,” Maul said slowly.

Obi-Wan nodded, still looking out at the dark sea.

He felt a deep longing to be home, back at the Temple, where things had clarity and purpose. Here, he felt lost.

“It will be light in a few hours. You have done so much for me already. You helped us with the thermocom. You fought for us with Jemba. But will you help me one last time?”

Maul eyed him wearily.

“That would depend on what you require of me.”

“Help me overcome my anger,” Obi Wan said. His fingers were curled into fists. He looked down at them and uncurled them. Maul always seemed so angry, but when he acted it was not impulsive or brash. Obi Wan had seem him watch the room where the brief fight with the hutts went down. He’d been perfectly calm the entire time.

Maul choked beside him, and wide yellow eyes snapped to Obi Wan. He struggled to explain himself quickly.

“I feel such rage toward Jemba, even now that he is dead. He wanted to use other people for his own game, and I wanted to kill him for that. But I don‘t like the way I feel right now,” Obi Wan’s voice cracked. “Master Jinn was right. If I had tried to stop Jemba, I would be doing so only to satisfy my own rage.”

“... What brought this on?” Maul asked at last. His voice sounded tight.

“Something has just happened,” Obi wan told him quietly. “I just realized something. Master Jinn will never take me as a Padawan. He feels I am unworthy, and perhaps he is right. Maybe I wouldn‘t be good at it.”

“This is not what you’re angry about. You are not angry with Qui Gon Jinn,” Maul observed. He must truly have good night vision, to see that on Obi Wan’s face. Maul was preceptive.

Obi Wan shook his head.

“I feel… light. And lost, too. It‘s as if a burden has been lifted from me, and someone has thrown me into that ocean. Perhaps I could be a good farmer. And to be good . . . to be a good person is more important than being a Jedi.”

“I don’t see why you can’t be both,” Maul said slowly, “There is nothing wrong with anger.”

“Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to the Darkside.” Obi Wan paused. Maul was no Jedi. “The Darkside is a different part of the Force, what we- what Jedi use for our powers,” he clarified. “Jedi use the Lightside. To use the Darkside is a grave offense. So we must let go of our anger, lest it control us and lead us down that path.”

For some reason, Maul laughed. It was a starling, grating sound, like it wasn’t used often.

“Little Jedi,” Maul said with a shake of his head. “You could never use the Darkside, no matter how angry you got. Trust me on this.”

Obi Wan opened his mouth to ask what he meant, but Maul held up a hand, shadowy and vague in the darkness.

“I cannot help you let go of your anger. That is a Jedi trick. I always have anger inside of me, but I do not let it control me. My anger, my rage, my hate. It does not use me to do its bidding. I use it to sharpen my senses and make me stronger, faster, and more durable if I must. On sheer spite I have fought with shattered ribs and a dislocated hip, and still come out on top.”

“But, you’re so young!” Obi Wan was horrified. He knew Maul had had a difficult life, but that-

“I’m not as young as I look,” Maul scowled at him. “And you are the one who asked. I can’t help you over come anything. Do you want to learn to use it? To make yourself stronger? That I can teach you.”

Obi Wan bowed his head.

Maul had looked perfectly at ease in the brief battle. He’d seemed utterly unafraid with a dozen blasters trained on him. In some ways, Obi Wan did want that. He wanted to be able to do what was right, and he still thought that Maul had done that, even if Master Jinn disagreed.

Still.

To hold onto anger, and use it to make yourself stronger… Obi Wan didn’t know that he could do that. His temper had already gotten the best of him so many times. It was what had landed him on this ship in the first place.

So lightly Obi Wan thought he was imagining it, Maul’s hand touched his shoulder.

“Think on it. I’ll be with Jango.”

Something brushed against Obi Wan’s shields. A phantom touch, barely there and gone so fast Obi Wan thought he’d imagined it.

His head snapped around to watch Maul disappear through the doors again, no more than a shadow in the dark.

#Darth Maul #Maul #darth maul time travel #time travel #star wars time travel #jango fett #obi wan kenobi #qui gon jinn #clat'ha

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suumekoi · 3 years

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One of my friends showed me one of your posts and I never realised Fantasy Life still had a living fandom! I've not touched the game in a long time, but seeing the posts my friend showed me, reminded me why I sunk 1500 hours into the game and made me pick it up again and so I've started up a new save to get back into the game before hopping on my trying to get 100% in everything save (and due to bad luck with farming (and also set my own extra challenge of not being allowed to buy any materials and resources so everything has to be farmed, and having to complete all challenges physically possible before ranking up (and in the case of crafting lives, crafting every recipe and getting every recipe to auto+ before ranking up) and mostly playing casually, that save is about 900 hours in and I'm only master in all combat lives, hero in miner and woodcutter, master in angler, hero in tailor, master in blacksmith, carpenter, and alchemist, and expert in cook (the absolute worst life to try and 100% because it requires so many more materials than any other crafting life and even more rare materials)

And currently, on my 100% save I'm trying to catch 130 sea breams of love (because the way I do crafting is 7 one at a time, then do x10 batches 5 times which brings me up 80 which unlocks auto+, so I need 67 per ingredient. I could make life easier and only require 40 but I've learnt that playing the crafting minigame more than 20 times in a row is painful for my brain).

But until I finish the story on the new save, I don't have to worry about all that farming yet. But anyway sorry for the ramble but thank you for reminding me why I love this game so much and thank you for getting me back into it!

Ahah don't worry, I like hearing people ramble about FL ❤️ I'm glad I can bring back the love you had for the game, despite the pain in the farming xD

but srsly THAT'S REALLY AMAZING!! I'm amazed you managed to make it in that far and still continuing 😳

good luck with the cooking life.. Even with the prides, the grind is still painful.. Especially when you can't buy the ingredients... Mad respect for you 👍

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oneofthemillionarmy · 4 years

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The Impossible Order | Ch.2

Summary line: Mr. Min is a stoic boss who will never outwardly show appreciation for you. Not until you’re gone does he recognize how much you do. And what you do matters to him.

ceo!Yoongi | best.friend!Hoseok | romance, fluff, angst, and stuff

Loosely inspired by Secretary Kim and this third bullet point of the prompt list

Last chapter

~•~

Last night, one of the Peruvian suppliers was able to promise 250 ct worth of tourmaline, but it would be delivered in two weeks rather than the originally intended week and a half. Knowing your boss is one for deadlines and punctuality, you believe he’d prefer Hestia Sourcing. Despite your own gut telling you that Peruvian Treasures will pay off in the long run. Regardless of the turnaround time from your main supplier, the 200 ct in two weeks will keep the remaining four projects afloat before the regular shipment. However, you still report the remaining two supplier response and quotes, also providing your own input. Mr. Min says he prefers Hestia; as expected.

“How goes the status on our tourmaline crisis?” Mr. Min asks as he sips on his third cup of coffee this morning.

“Hestia Sourcing has already been officially contacted for their shipment of tourmaline to arrive in a week and a half. Jimin is currently working with Kim Taehyung on the new design for the frame. Seokjin has already crafted two other designs for you to look at today before he meets with Yoo Jae Suk tomorrow. Beyoncé loves alexandrite, but the tourmaline was intended to match with her costumer designer’s vision for the Met Gala, so he’s unwilling to make changes. Your father had already ok’d the change for your parent’s anniversary gift, so we can switch their gemstones with alexandrite instead. The JP team has already started working on the mold for the Jubilee. And marketing just emailed me the final draft for the letter to the customers and PR is still working with marketing for the ethically sourced advertisement. They are utilizing internet ad platforms, both short clip video ads and on social media.” You handed him your tablet for him to read over the final draft letter and Seokjin’s designs.

“Tell marketing to go ahead with the letter. Also, tell Seokjin that I would also like to see his first design with silver instead of rose gold.”

“Yes, Mr. Min.”

“Today I’m meeting with Jasper and Jester Industries over Zoom at 12:30. Tell the tech team I want to use the hologram projector during this meeting because we’re showing them the prototype today. Speaking of prototype, I need to see the prototype from the TP team by 10. Go to L’Orange today for lunch today; I want the lamb chops. James and Soobin will be coming at 1:30 to go over the purchasing of the mine sites for the cobalt mining. Check back in with me at 2 on the Kim Taehyung project and the marketing strategy. I want to see Seokjin’s new designs by 3. And check with our supply team if we’re maintaining our upkeep of inventory. If not, I need a list before 11 this morning along with suppliers’ response for turnaround time and quotes.”

“Yes, Mr. Min.” You had your hands clasped behind your back the entire time.

“Another coffee please.”

“Yes, Mr. Min.” Without another word, you step out and take out your recorder. You play back his directives as you get the coffee.

~•~

“Hey, Hoseok.” You sigh as you pour hot water into your instant noodle bowl for lunch.

“Hey, Sunshine.” You chuckle. If the either of you were the sunshine, it’d be him.

“How’s Yeontan?”

“He’s fine. The vet says that he’s a little underfed, but otherwise, he’s still the most adorable Yeontan-ie that has ever lived.” Hoseok gushes at the puppy in his lap as he drives on his way back to his home. Hoseok will be holding onto Yeontan until the weekend.

“Ok. That’s good news. Was he good at the vet?”

“He hates the vet. You should know that better than I do. I was a dog catcher for 30 minutes. And he caused a whole waiting room full of dogs into a frenzy. Did you know that one of the people there brought their snake? I hate those. Yeontan almost fought a snake! You have no idea how hard it was for me to finally grab Yeontan before anything drastic happened.” You laugh as he goes on about his heroic deed of saving your pup from a snake.

“You did very well. Thank you, Hoseok.”

“Never mind that, Blessings. Hey. Are you coming over today after work?”

“I might. My boss has been very extra today. Every ten minutes, his chat bubble pops up adding 3 more things to do. But honestly, with the amount of things going on today, he shouldn’t have anything else left to do tonight. I might actually get off work on time.

“Good. Good. ‘Cause I was thinking –“ before Hoseok can finish his words, you hear the sound of a car swerve.

“Hoseok? You ok?”

“Yeah. Some idiot w-“ and the line cut off.

~•~

At 12:15, you were nowhere to be found. You left a message to Yoongi that you had to take the day off. Everything you were requested to do was already set in motion like a Rube Goldberg machine. You texted him saying that there are cups and cups of coffee in the fridge ready for him. If he wants hot, he’ll have to wait another day. And as promised, everything Yoongi needed was here. He had everything he needed. You just weren’t there to provide it.

“Where’s Y/N?” Seokjin asks as he comes in at 3pm like clockwork, “I would’ve thought she’d give me that 20-minute warning like she always does when I have a meeting with you.” She does that?

“I don’t know. She took a half day. I haven’t seen her since 11 or something.” Yoongi says nonchalantly as he looks over the Seokjin’s work. Seokjin just blinks at that before he starts slowly, “That’s not like her. Is everything ok? Do you know what happened?”

“No.”

“It’s just not like her to –“

“I like it better in silver this way.” Yoongi cuts him off, gesturing to the new designs.

“Heh. Yeah, Y/N said you would. I wanted to show you the rose gold one first anyway.” Seokjin chuckles as he sits down across the table from him, “Speaking of Y/N,” I wasn’t speaking about her…, “You got the supplies list for JP, TP, and HP, right? She told me you were working with the cobalt mine sites today. She told me to tell you that since cobalt is one of the supplies on the list, and the mine site wouldn’t be ready just yet, she contacted 3 different cobalt miners and selected Arrows for the cobalt supply.”

“She should’ve come to me first about the different miners. We have our upcoming product from HP –“

“The ceramic tiles for Ms. James’ bathroom. Yeah. She contacted HP. They require 300 g and Arrows is the only one with the adequate amount of supply. It will be here in 5 days.” Seokjin stands up and walks over to Yoongi’s kitchen, “All the other suppliers have been contacted. She sent me the list and wants me to report it to you.”

“You’re just a designer for the jewelry department,” Yoongi says as he looks through his email to see if you sent him any recent emails. Nothing.

“Give me some credit. I’ve got a brain and it’s used for more than just designing. Don’t forget, before I was a designer, I was also your assistant too.”

“Yeah, a pretty bad one.” Yoongi snorts. It’s why he needed you.

“We were just a startup! We literally just graduated then.” Seokjin protests as he come back over and sets down a steaming hot cup of coffee in front of Yoongi.

“I thought Y/N only had iced ones left.”

“She did, but she instructed me to heat up one for you before we go over the list with you.” Seokjin scoots his chair closer as he whips out his tablet to bring up the supplies list, “And one for after.”

~•~

“Mr. Jung has suffered a serious blow to the head and is currently unconscious. We don’t know when he will wake at this point. His left arm has scarring from the glass shatters from the window when the car was impacted. His left leg has a hairline fracture and the patella was dislocated but has already been set back. Luckily, his left leg is the worst of the limbs. There’s bruising on the right thigh and right elbow also has bruising. The bruises are likely from holding on to the dog during impact. His right arm has some muscle tears do to strain.

“Right now, our biggest concern is when he will wake up. He had internal bleeding in the brain but the blood has been removed and there’s no clotting, in his brain or anywhere near his spine. Everything is where it needs to be, and there’s nothing that indicated long term brain damage or trauma. But we won’t know for sure until he wakes up.” The doctor nods his head and leaves.

You sniff as you cross your arms, staring at your best friend lying in the hospital bed. His head is wrapped as well as his left arm. His left leg is currently suspended in its cast. By his left eyes and cheeks, are massive bruises that still look sticky and gooey.

If only I didn’t let him take Yeontan…

“How’s my dog?”

“We checked in with the vet hospital nearby. Your dog has no extreme injuries, only mild bruising. The doctor wants him to stay overnight for observation.” The nurse reports to you. You shiver from the lonely air of the hospital.

“You can go in and see the patient right now, but please do not touch him. And visiting hours will be over in 40 minutes.” The nurse gently reminds you before you nod, thanking the nurse and heading in.

Walking towards Hoseok, your nose feels the burn as tears well up in your eyes. Before you even reach Hoseok’s bed, the tears already overflow out.

“I’m so sorry Hoseok. This is my fault.” And he’s a dancer too…oh my God, he’s a dancer….his limbs…

Your tears quickly turn into hysterical sobs, thinking too many things at once. Your greatest prayer is that he wakes up and he is completely healed. You start hyperventilating so you sit down and take deep breaths.

Although you were instructed not to touch him, you couldn’t resist to at least clutch to the hospital blankets next to his right hand, your knuckles touching each other’s.

“Please wake up, Hoseok. I’ll never have you do anything else for me. I’m sorry if I ever took advantage of you. Please know that I never once took you for granted. You are my dearest friend and I don’t want anyone else for a best friend. I promise to hug you more. I promise to cook for you. I’ll do it at your house. You don’t have to come to mine. I’ll clean up my mess after too. I’m here for you, I promise. I really am. I’m not leaving you, I swear to God. Please just wake up and be ok. You’re gonna be ok. I promise.” You turn to look to the hospital window to make sure no one sees you. You grab his right hand and lean down to kiss it, “Please wake up.”

Your phone in your pocket vibrates and you take it out.

The board members meeting is tomorrow at 8am. Please gather the data and reports from the teams ready by 6am. I will look over it before the meeting.

“Fuck you. No. Not now.” You grit your teeth and put the phone back in the pocket.

Your tears are both sad and angry now, but you know you need to calm down. Nothing drastic.

You take a couple deep breaths before you wipe your tears and take your phone out again to write an email. You look up as you think for a moment. Make that three.

Next chapter

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sirjustice897 · 4 years

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How some necessities made

Disturb me again not, what u want i have told ya with everything even charcoal, liquor or soda made as bellow u can change grass with any veggies or fruit then hurl something down on something or chop something or brush paint brush on something and the environment as well u can change if results not out or to stop wasting ya time take all veggies and fruits around ya and drop at once on each if not interested which one that makes it and if so try the same on one many people with different veggies and fruits until u get who gets it dude

News paper made in the boom process when few or a samples placed grass then drop pumpkin on floor full of water or dust or chop pumpkin or break sticks or carrot or brush bare ground with little grass with paint brush dude

text books few sample or a sample in grass then drop cabbage on grass on the floor or use an axe to divide wood and with other books not out try dropping any veggie or fruit as well as berries on floor with any liquid or chemical, grass, hay or any leaf until u get it dude, not necessarily on bare floor dude

Biro pen a few in grass then fall carrot on paraffin or chop kale 4 transparent common 1 but with others try the many methods of dropping and cutting while pencil is a sample in grass then banana on the floor or chop waru and with exercise books, a sample in grass then chop avocado or fall hay on water and much more dude

Black and white liquor is paw paw in hay u drop tangerine and boom ya liquor on the floor dude and most i have placed three things the last to be added can not be added but dropped in any fluid on the floor or leaves or veggies or berries as much as fruits and still the results out or chopped dude.

sometime if u Rab shoulders 2 people is the end process of making jets and rubbing ya dick on a woman pussy not inserting makes air craft carrier vessels and lean on 1 back both standing makes big air planes and houses as well as rubbing ya hands rolling something round inside the palm or grinned and dried anything as u give it just a trial make other machines.

Mathematical sets made when a sample placed in grass then drop avocado on grass or charcoal or black beans on sewer water or chop paw paw or tamarind or chop tangerine dude

Banana made when few samples placed in grass then cut to chop corpse with machete or drop passion fruit on tea leaves dude while sweet made when sample placed in grass then u chop carrots or drop guava in hay dude

Leave kids all alone to co exist not with them always as u leave ya toothbrush after brushing though u need it the most or even soap, u don't always walk with it, in such situation where people love kids so much means they are frightened dude of the future of such kids so wants best and easy 4 them and even give birth to much to conquer next lands which now cant happen dude and u know that bro. Kikuyu blooded stop that with kids even disturbing others with, it means not u hate kids and also u, u think along bro and once u know the end where we go after death, then just obey the state laws not to land u in jail as ya tradition will not secure u a place in heaven or hell dude cause were made bro as other have not such and they do more than ya bro, like having an affair in ya fathers house, provided aint known wont land ya in hell and that's it according to some whites friends writing on my Instagram in Norway. Stop being 1st of ya traditions yet how gadgets made more absurd than that dude

When u lack tetanus then u hate machines even owning personal cars and u come to love commuting and that's it dude and many such nations making such wants people to have tetanus to long 4 their finished machine parts and dude get it period bro

passion fruit made when samples placed in grass then drop like medicine white bottles on the floor with much water or chop sweet potato while avocado fruit made when sample placed in grass then u drop shirt buttons on floor or drop lemon or brush paint brush on clothes dude or play drum sets dude. Pixie fruit few sample in grass then hammer paw paw seed with hammer or divide polythene bag as tortilla with knife or touch one on the back shoulder while charcoal made when few samples place in grass in the watery valley then u chop peas or banana or u fall paw paw in floor or watery ground dude

Pixie fruit in grass then pour out fanta or citrus acid on water and boom much such fruits formed while with sun flower seed u chop paw paw after placing in grass or drop eraser or rubber on the floor or tomato dude

Few samples placed in kale then chop mango seed or drop hay or placed in guava and then chop grass or drop pumpkin and that’s how much grapes made dude

Bible revised standard sample placed in hay then u hammer orange seed with hammer and boom ya book or hurl cold water down the floor when placed in grass or folded photo in kale and chop break carrots or hurl cold water with basin unto the heap

Golden bells a piece in grass heap then run with horse or chop fruits as avocado or eat banana or folded photo in hay drop kale or chop mango dude as 1 in the link below

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.worldbooksandrecords.com%2Fimages%2Fproducts%2Flarge_52_GoldenBells4.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.worldbooksandrecords.com%2Findex.php%3Fl%3Dproduct_detail%26p%3D52&tbnid=9AyDZLcX2PsZhM&vet=12ahUKEwjJ68Gw96nsAhUJlBoKHV0sApEQMygAegUIARCUAQ..i&docid=gBe7TVZGgHfsaM&w=516&h=387&q=golden%20bells%20songs%20book%20images&client=firefox-b-e&ved=2ahUKEwjJ68Gw96nsAhUJlBoKHV0sApEQMygAegUIARCUAQ

Christmas lights made when a piece placed in kale then chop onion or drop or place in kale drop or break sticks or carrot as in the link below dude on hillside or folded photo in guava chop kale or a piece in sweet potato drop many waru

https://www.jumia.co.ke/festive-christmas-5meters-led-snake-lights-for-decoration-generic-mpg146455.html

https://www.jumia.co.ke/generic-10m-3528-smd-rgb-flexible-led-light-strip-600leds-44-key-ir-remote-controller-multicolor-27019185.html

X-mas tree is folded photo in grass cut chop avocado or lemon or drop cabbage or a piece in grass play soccer like with kids or fight kinda or folded photo in grass then then cut hay like with machete or hurl with cold or hot water mixed with thinner chemical as in the link below

https://www.jumia.co.ke/6ft-christmas-tree-luxurious-encryption-christmas-tree-generic-mpg126359.html

https://www.jumia.co.ke/generic-needle-christmas-tree-26459859.html

Another way to make gadgets and machines even other necessities as clothes is place that photo on the computer and let the light of computer screen illuminate the heap which can be grass, leaves, veggies, fruit or berries or old clothes and even scrap metal then change the environment as can be a hillside, slopes, depression, hole, basement or alter then employ all the boom process described in following tumblrs of sirjustice390 and boom ya machine given out and with anything dude and even with fruits and veggies dude. This produces the most best machines in life and even with TV that can pause or laptops dude and even makes fab house and sky-scrapers, road and bridges.

Mineral water place piece of such bottles like in cabbage then chop chilies or drop guava or brush paint brush on the wall and boom ya bottled water and even with any liquor, toys, fruit juice and even soda. U can maintain the placed in as above is cabbage but change the end done thing or change it as the end thing with mineral water in cabbage can make soda in hay or some fruit heaps as mango for example dude

eggs few samples placed in guava the brush polish brush on grass and boom ya eggs or placed in avocado brush it on wood surface or on kale brush it on bare ground surface when the heap under water on the hillside or alter dude and with match box place in cabbage and brush it on melons bro or drop kale dude

Cassava in hay place guava chop paw paw makes hunters choice liquor or drop or guava in grass place cabbage and chop kale gives ya the same while with soaps place in grass and brush it on wall boards or ceiling dude or on bare ground or drop bottle tops or sewer water in juala or dark beans, Euphorbia or passion fruit.

Negro made some machines in the song link below and still more songs dude

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-sJp1FfG7Q

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpkRH4sAilg

we will drop nuclear bomb made in SA google using e-supersonic jet if u relent not dude, in Moscow or Paris, or London or Beijing, or Tokyo or Rio or Rome, stop your shit dude in the middle of the night even in Nairobi and Lagos. stop ya shit dude and even in Delhi and u will do nothing cause we remain anonymous dude. my tumblr a/c is sirjustice700 or 900 how machine parts are made read dude

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KEBEst2hRrs

If what they championed in buying in other lands could be made another way like sugar and cooking oil, game was played on them dude, u see, kinda, their corpse, those who have refused they ways are hurled into the ROADS and even Russians as Atomic bomb placed under hyper-sonic jets and hurled reasons some dignitaries get to Russia in pretense dude and unscrupulous Kenyans in the USA have learnt to make the same to hurl in the dark night in G20 nation cities. If 1 is mad then one is mad without realizing placing the enemy close than those ready to help them and relent not even after explanation dude. That’s why in a haste i hasten and say how such are made with folded photos in the boom process dude by either chopping a fruit, veggies or dropping the same even monies made that way bro. Kikuyu a bad man and their blooded, should be all eliminated using kinda, capsizing ground theorem dude and Italians knowing they are jew yet saying its another tribe to bring about all the above without further proof as they claim they will use alliances as stipulated in the bible dude

Any veggie in grass or any leave or berries or fruit or animals, rodents in grass and u drop any 1 of the above or chop or do 1 of the boom process changing the environment makes these machines u longed to make previously in the boom process dude

Gold sample placed in paw paw then chop cabbage or break carrot or sticks on top of a hill or folded photo in kale peel cabbage or drop orange dude

Cashless payment option to eliminate hard cash link below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3vrTGKTU46I

https://www.newvision.co.ug/news/1314188/uganda-launch-space-observer

https://nilepost.co.ug/2018/05/16/kenya-steps-into-space-with-first-satellite-launch/

https://www.aa.com.tr/en/energy/energy-security/spacex-in-bid-to-launch-first-turkish-built-satellite/25403

https://www.presstv.com/Detail/2020/04/19/623396/Iran-radar-systems

folded photo in guava heap drop pumpkin or chop tomato or coconut on hillside plateau makes the house in the link below in daylight looking the other-side dude

https://redshift.autodesk.com/affordable-modular-homes/

Rwanda made fabricated houses in the link below at Safintra dude

https://safintrarwanda.com/prefab-structure/

https://www.google.com/search?q=safintra+made+in+rwanda+houses+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjYkuLk_6bsAhVO0IUKHQ2wDXsQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=safintra+made+in+rwanda+houses+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1DhhAZY-MAGYOLIBmgAcAB4AIABzgKIAfIikgEHMC45LjUuNZgBAKABAaoBC2d3cy13aXotaW1nwAEB&sclient=img&ei=phKAX9inLM6glwSN4LbYBw&bih=882&biw=1280&client=ms-google-coop

https://twitter.com/hashtag/Quikmovers?src=hash

https://constructionreviewonline.com/2017/05/rwanda-urged-to-engage-private-developers-to-fix-housing-challenge/

https://guardian.ng/property/2020-offers-new-opportunities-for-lagos-home-ownership/

https://www.mininfra.gov.rw/fileadmin/user_upload/1.Affordable_housing_initiatives_by_Leopord.pdf

E-stoves from Ethiopia link below

file:///C:/Users/Acxian/AppData/Local/Temp/PD_Locally%20Manufactured%20Electric%20Stoves_23Jan2017-2.pdf

Boom made sky-scrappers in the link below dude and fabricated housing in the link below

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http%3A%2F%2Fmeqasa.com%2Fblog%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2019%2F04%2FAccra-Buildings-2018.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fblog.meqasa.com%2Faccra-skyline-buildings%2F&tbnid=2Us-2he2vU1MaM&vet=12ahUKEwiyxK3H_ansAhXNwYUKHaFQCpUQMygDegUIARCoAQ..i&docid=gTx7SlnfKl-I9M&w=1200&h=630&q=sky%20scrappers%20made%20in%20ghana%20images&client=firefox-b-e&ved=2ahUKEwiyxK3H_ansAhXNwYUKHaFQCpUQMygDegUIARCoAQ

http://www.cbmprefabricatedhouse.com/prefab-house-in-kenya/#comment-2336

Kebi Minaj chali outside their house in Kisumu where creative minds are nurtured by just staying close when he is around or just being within that radius bro

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fmiro.medium.com%2Fmax%2F2400%2F1*pm_Sm8OXC0QAQVPc0i4-bQ.jpeg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fmedium.com%2Fcofundie%2Fwant-to-build-a-house-in-west-africa-here-are-5-alternative-materials-you-can-use-c05c50f7f06f&tbnid=VUpAyNMPJ_vgdM&vet=10CNUBEDMoygFqFwoTCKDdx8v-qewCFQAAAAAdAAAAABAC..i&docid=-zn_Clasg3rQ5M&w=1200&h=664&q=fabricated%20houses%20in%20Ghana%20images&client=firefox-b-e&ved=0CNUBEDMoygFqFwoTCKDdx8v-qewCFQAAAAAdAAAAABAC

https://www.prefabricated-houses.com/prefab-schools.html

Copper wires place few in green grass then chop paw paw or drop kunde or folded photo in green grass drop avocado or perform any boom process 4 more while aluminum is few pieces in hay chop guava or drop pumpkin in hole or alter with shower on and grass around or folded photo in hay chop mango or drop coconut to break its shell dude

Titanium is made when folded photo in guava chop avocado or drop water from a bucket in the floor or few sample in cabbage chop corpse hand or drop to chop apple dude

Car tire few in garbage chop lemon or drop cassava or folded photo in garbage cut grass or play with kids and even with every car spare part employing another method of dropping or chopping another something altogether dude

With rims is folded photo in hay drop kale or chop euphorbia or a sample in hay chop to break coconut or eggs shell or fall melons dude.

Cassava when still raw grinned in blender then mixed with water or starchy foods as well as bougainvillea garden flower leaves when hurled into snakes kill such snakes as break their bones in one way or another and its utility dude.

When Kikuyu knows business let them still know as we got over 100 nations without such tribes and still doing good and most formed earlier than kikuyu tribe states, just like walking though u walk fast or slow the bottom line we have all arrived in time and all got the day. That’s their gimmicks they are good in business to stay afloat while most got money online to delude the public their business collapse not yet they aint bothered if their is a loss or profit cause they got online free sauces dude and that’s the gimmicks homey

cocoa berries made when few samples placed in kale drop cabbage or chop carrot or banana and with coffee is few sample in millet drop avocado seed or brush tree back with polish brash or chop onion and with tea leaves is few sample in cabbage chop kale or avocado seed or drop hay or brush shoe soul with polish brush

POP CORN maize few in cabbage chop green grams or grass or drop spinach or 4 white maize is few sample in cabbage drop guava or chop kale dude

Burundi Rwanda made light rail in the link below dude

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LiVAmzXyuO8

Daku nyalo waaaaaa, bas nyaluhuru un yawyoyi, donge, sophy Gi sam. Whitemen sermons are MLK things or writings and not any1 and still on the net and no debate 4 such and u know that, lest it will be war if u heap such on one 4 people to disturb, think u will bring us your minute minds, dude u r on the wrong side of history. Mago gik mlk betuhuru kung’eyo hamano, nonno to thao or goyo um rasingwa

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cosmicbloos · 5 years

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me: makes ocs

me: instantly redesigns ocs

EDIT: bios added!!

Staring from the left

Name: Boo

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Age: Young Adult(roughly i guess... 23-28)

Likes: berries, wildflowers, sewing, gardening, singing, dancing, rhubarb pie, Too-Ticky, mushrooms, the sea

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Boo left home with her father after her baby brother was born, completely by accident. She used to sleep in her dad’s knapsack and when he ran off, he accidentally took her with him. Not much of a family man or fan of taking care of something, Boo had to basically raise herself. The creeps outside her father’s farm became her friends and home schooled her. She taught herself to sew, cook, bake, do farm work. Everything, because her father wouldn’t.

He honestly made her feel like garbage and like she was nothing, so she ends up loosing herself; turning invisible and loosing her voice. Just as she’s about to completely disappear she has one of her little friends send a message to someone, anyone who could help her. That’s how she ends up in Moominvalley and starts to get better! her anxiety is always pretty bad, but she does learn to speak and fight for herself. She’s also secretly a witch and has a cute umbrella instead of a broomstick!

Name: Soot

Pronouns: He/They

Sexuality: GAY

Age: Young Adult(spitball like....21-23)

Likes: baking, steamboats, fireflies, sailing, Cosmo, all sorts of insects, lemon cakes, bonfires

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Soot grew up in a busy household in a sort of city. His parents had a stingy land owner who overpriced their home so his mother and father were constantly working. His mother is a miner and his father builds different types of steam powered machines. Him and his father are close, they worked together to make Soot his very own steamboat that he now uses for his bakery and home. He travels all over the place and usually comes to Moominvalley around late spring and summer. He hates the cold, it makes him instantly go to sleep so he’s always going to where the sun is. He also sleeps by hanging from his tail btw!!!!

He has about five siblings. Cinder(baby sister), Ember(older sister), Ash(older brother, Char(brother) & Coal(sister, the eldest twins). Char and Coal are super awful tbh, since theyre the oldest they would pick on everyone else so Soot left home young. As soon as his boat was finished, he said goodbye to his family and took his bakery to the sea. He’s traveled all over to different islands and places! He’s a regular sailor<3 later on Cinder comes to live with him and help him out with the bakery! they get along very well.

Name: Cosmo

Pronouns: He/His

Sexuality: homosexual

Age: Young Adult(around 19-22)

Likes: storms, music, sunflowers, bone collecting, Soot, frogs, fresh bread with jam, sleeping

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Cosmo was born to a family of witches. His mother, Rosalinda taught him everything she could before he took off from home. (He had lived with her as well as his aunts, Patty and Saffy.) It’s tradition in his family for young witches to head off on their own to travel the world, learn their craft and eventually become a great witch. His family is what I like to call medical witches, they use their craft for good things like helping people and healing wounds. However, Cosmo hasn’t learned much of that yet, but he can water bend which comes in handy for fishing. He ended up in Moominvalley after hearing stories of what a nice place it was. Feeling like he was getting nowhere with his magic, he decided some downtime there would be just what he needed, which he was right! He makes friends with pretty much everyone, especially Stinky. Why? Cos cosmo would totally lurk around to keep Stinky from being a meanie and force him to apologize. But to go back to his travelling days, he has a habit of picking up different instruments and attempting to learn to play them. Everywhere he went he would pick up something new and end up shrinking it to fit into his bag. The only problem with this is that he never learned how to turn them back to normal, so he has a little sack of different instruments in his bag just waiting to be picked up again.

He’s also trans!! and yes!!! Boo is his secret big sis!! they dont know it yet tho

#spookys art #spookys ocs #moomin ocs #moomin oc #moomin #i mean tbh i wasnt happy with them before anyways so it was much needed #i know i said i was happy with them but i uh...lied

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soyousian · 5 years

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TNG Rewatch 1.09...2!!!

let's do this gang

re-rewatch of HIDE AND Q

8 episodes post-pilot and everyone's favorite queer-coded space god is back

Troi is gone!

oh no! not the miners! how will the federation craft now!

guess who’s back / back again

thank goodness Tasha's on the bridge, they’d be lost without a competent woman

SNORB!

I love the tacky gold trim on the admiral’s uniforms

why are you playing with q Riker? don’t do bits, the miners are dying!

oof. go off Picard!

oh no

new rule: no games on the enterprise

rip to the bridge crew

greenscreen planet!

rip to the whole crew ig

Picard doesn't know how to open doors

don’t drink it, Riker!

ajsda

power moves with Worf

so Picard just thinks about the ancient french military

q drags the crew for 40 minutes (NOW THAT’S A STAR TREK)

can we get an f in the chat for Tasha?

she's not dead she's just in the penalty box

“It sounds strange but it definitely isn't!” 😐 sure Tasha

this is an appropriate time to cry

NOOOO!

NO!

DO NOT

DO NOT EVEN JOKE ABOUT FUCKING THE CAPTAIN

~~~~GROSS~~~~

Nasty, please act like human lesbian

Picard just tells q to fuck off

WHY IS WORF SCOUTING AHEAD IF GEORDI CAN SEE SUPER FAR AWAY ANYWAY?

AH! Bad prosthetics!

so much Shakespeare in tng

they’re phaser-muskets

those tv remotes pack quite the punch

NO!

that was a cool transition but I hate data!q

USE YOUR POWER

hes gay Picard he just wants a bf

I like that misdirect

you think it’s q laughing but no! it’s Riker!

he wants a BF

first mention of the continuum

there are 20 more minutes of this ep

do the q......do the q just......do they want Riker’s sex drive?

“Human need” this “human compulsion that”

combined with Riker being the galaxy’s horniest living being

WHY IS WESLEY HERE?

WHY IS PICARD SO ANTAGONISTIC

rip to Wesley and Worf

“DAMNIT ALL TO HELL”

“RIka! yOu did ThAT”

he’s standing so confidently now

“Will...how the hell do I advise you?”

funny my academic advisor said something similar during our first meeting

Riker promises not to use his power so you know he’s gonna have an internal conflict right after

DATA STRENGTH!

only 3 people survived

nvm there’s more

DATA STRENGTH!

rip to that obviously breathing little girl

Data PEER PRESSURE!

JEAN-LUC

WHY IS WESLEY HERE? WHY DID BEV BRING HER SON HERE?

AHHHH! A CATHOLIC MONK!

it’s just q

flim-flam!

when do you talk to Wesley?

Riker just steals 10 YEARS OF WESLEY’S LIFE

“no!” Data doesn’t want your flim-flam

this is so boring! THE NARC ENERGY OF THIS CREW!

If magical Johnathan Frakes offered me my greatest wish I would simply accept it. RIP to the bridge crew but I don’t care, I’m gonna go fly.

a lot of focus on Gerodi wanting to see “normally” in these early eps

Worf, my dear friend. Here’s a Klingon babe to fuck on the bridge in front of your boss and coworkers!

“Worf is this your idea of sex”

“THIS IS SEX!”

did they ADR Wil Wheaton’s voice onto this grown man?

akjdsgakj I love Picard and Q’s fight

there's the resolution theme

Rating: 5/10--the pacing is so strange and bad. could have been a good one if the writers knew what they were doing

#star trek #Star Trek TNG #star trek the next generation #next gen rewatch #hide and q

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berniesrevolution · 5 years

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When I ask people to picture a coder, they usually imagine someone like Mark Zuckerberg: a hoodied college dropout who builds an app in a feverish 72-hour programming jag—with the goal of getting insanely rich and, as they say, “changing the world.”

But this Silicon Valley stereotype isn’t even geographically accurate. The Valley employs only 8 percent of the nation’s coders. All the other millions? They’re more like Devon, a programmer I met who helps maintain a security-software service in Portland, Oregon. He isn’t going to get fabulously rich, but his job is stable and rewarding: It’s 40 hours a week, well paid, and intellectually challenging. “My dad was a blue-collar guy,” he tells me—and in many ways, Devon is too.

Politicians routinely bemoan the loss of good blue-collar jobs. Work like that is correctly seen as a pillar of civil middle-class society. And it may yet be again. What if the next big blue-collar job category is already here—and it’s programming? What if we regarded code not as a high-stakes, sexy affair, but the equivalent of skilled work at a Chrysler plant?

Among other things, it would change training for programming jobs—and who gets encouraged to pursue them. As my friend Anil Dash, a technology thinker and entrepreneur, notes, teachers and businesses would spend less time urging kids to do expensive four-year computer-science degrees and instead introduce more code at the vocational level in high school. You could learn how to do it at a community college; midcareer folks would attend intense months-long programs like Dev Bootcamp. There’d be less focus on the wunderkinds and more on the proletariat.

These sorts of coders won’t have the deep knowledge to craft wild new algorithms for flash trading or neural networks. Why would they need to? That level of expertise is rarely necessary at a job. But any blue-collar coder will be plenty qualified to sling JavaScript for their local bank. That’s a solidly middle-class job, and middle-class jobs are growing: The national average salary for IT jobs is about $81,000 (more than double the national average for all jobs), and the field is set to expand by 12 percent from 2014 to 2024, faster than most other occupations.

Across the country, people are seizing this opportunity, particularly in states hit hardest by deindustrialization. In Kentucky, mining veteran Rusty Justice decided that code could replace coal. He cofounded Bit Source, a code shop that builds its workforce by retraining coal miners as programmers. Enthusiasm is sky high: Justice got 950 applications for his first 11 positions. Miners, it turns out, are accustomed to deep focus, team play, and working with complex engineering tech. “Coal miners are really technology workers who get dirty,” Justice says.

(Continue Reading)

#politics #the left #wired #organized labor #silicon valley

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bloggerthannothing · 3 years

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KGAF Phase 2: Trade

Five: why just shells? Why limit yourself?

She sells seashells, sell oil as well!

Six: guns, sell stocks, sell diamonds, sell rocks

Sell water to a fish, sell the time to a clock

- Money Game Pt.2, Ren

(introduction)

Phase 1 was mostly normal gameplay with a weird focus on Academies, but now things get interesting. This phase, you'll be exploiting leader traits to boost your way to one of the most important upgrades in the game: Geodesy. This phase revolves around maximizing titanium and starcharts.

Upgrade a Merchant, Artisan, and Metallurgist to Rank 1. Take a moment to learn their names. Make up some backstory for them. These kittens are your new best friends - they are the reason this run is interesting in the first place.

The Merchant boosts resource gain from trading. Sadly, this doesn't apply to the zebras' ever-scarce titanium, but it does apply to their iron. Iron makes observatories for starcharts, and those are what you really need anyway.

The Artisan boosts all resource crafting. That means ~30x yields from anything you make in the workshop. The Metallurgist does the same thing, but specialized for metal products (plates, steel, gear, alloy). The Metallurgist's bonus for these products is 2x as strong as the Artisan's, but the Metallurgist provides no bonus to crafting other resources.

You will be doing a lot of switching between leaders. Whenever you craft something, swap to Artisan first. If it's a metal product, swap to Metallurgist. Before every trade, swap to Merchant.

(You might notice this is very annoying. Switch to village tab, scroll to census, select trait from dropdown, click star. It was this particular nuisance that motivated me to go through the effort of making the addon in the first place, just so I could make a hotkey to switch leaders. When I finally got it working, I felt like I was neurolinking directly to the game.)

The main activity of this phase is trading with zebras for iron and titanium. Use the iron to build observatories, steamworks, and magnetos. The steamworks and magnetos boost your gold production so that you can, you guessed it, trade more.

(This is one of the really interesting things about this run - normally, steamworks and magnetos would be way too expensive to be worth building at this point in the tech tree! But because they're made from crafted goods boosted by Metallurgist, because gold is worth more now due to Merchant, and because you have so much iron from Merchant, it's suddenly not only reasonable but a good idea to build them!)

Trade about half of your gold stockpile from Phase 1 to Griffins. Use the all iron on observatories, you'll end up with around 90. Once you have 25 starcharts, use Artisan to make a batch of ships and discover Zebras. Now you can use the rest of your gold for trading. Build a second batch of ships to round out your total to ~60, then save the rest of your starcharts for Geodesy.

The general trading technique is as follows: wait until you have enough gold for a significant amount of trades. Save the game and open a few new tabs. Trade in each tab, check which tab got the most titanium. Continue playing the game in that tab, and close all the others. Repeat every time you want to trade for titanium.

With your new iron income, bring your Lumber Mill count up to about 40. Reallocate about half your woodcutters to miners - you need to be building as many smelters as possible.

(Another interesting thing about this phase is you almost end up with two separate economies: the "gold -> iron/titanium -> observatories/SW/Magnetos -> gold" loop, and everything else: wood, minerals, etc. Because all your gold producing buildings are bottlenecked by iron/titanium, you actually have a great deal of freedom when deciding how to use your other resources (after the cost of Smelters is through the roof). Usually the best uses for them are housing and Academies.)

The first critical tech is Architecture -> Acoustics for Chapels, which can produce culture without costing your precious gold. Make a few chapels, then go Physics->Electricity to unlock Magnetos, Chemistry to unlock Alloy, and Geology to unlock Geologists. Lower priority but still important is Drama and Poetry for Festivals. The rest of the tech tree can wait until Phase 3.

Numeromancy causes Festivals to give bonus effects based on the current lunar cycle. A lunar cycle is a period of five in-game years, or about 66 minutes real time. Charon is the first cycle, and its festival effect is +50% wood and stone. This is a nice boost for building Smelters, but not critical - if you're hurting for culture, don't rush festivals before year 5.

But the second cycle, Umbra, has a downright amazing festival effect: +50% gold production. From year 5 to year 9, you really want festivals 24/7.

Don't worry about Zebra Relations: Appeasement yet, the RNG manipulation is already letting you avoid the relation penalties with Zebras.

The Artisan and Metallurgists allow you to pick up a lot of upgrades at a major discount, since you have tons of crafted resources. Get Steel Axes, Steel Saws, and Pyrolysis. Also get Reinforced Warehouses -> Ironwood Huts to boost population further.

Do not get Astrolabe or Titanium Reflectors, even after this phase. They cost starcharts and give nothing useful.

Don't build Calciners - the iron and titanium is terrible compared to trading. Don't build Mansions either - titanium is too valuable, and kittens aren't that useful right now.

Due to increasing iron costs, stop building SW/Magnetos around 25/20, respectively. (Make sure you have enough Oil Wells to support them - I've forgotten about this more than a couple times).

You'll have to eyeball your titanium and starchart income to decide when to stop spending titanium and start saving it. If you start saving titanium too early, you lose out on potential magnetos -> gold -> iron -> observatories -> starcharts, and could have gotten geodesy earlier. If you start saving titanium too late, then you wait and trade more before you can get Geodesy, even though you have enough starcharts.

Once you finally rack up 500 starcharts and 250 titanium, pick up Geodesy and enter Phase 3.

My personal record for Geodesy is 4/3/15, or 1:00:30 real-time.

#kittensgame #kittens game #number muncher #whomst likes playing games

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howtohero · 6 years

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#081 List of Handy Excuses (C)

It’s time for another installment of our highly popular list of handy excuses to use when you want to get out of doing something so you can go be a superhero (or like take a nap I guess, these excuses can be whipped out at any time, that’s how good they are) sorted in alphabetical order by job. (I’m sure you’ve all been waiting for this forever, the last one of these was over 40 posts ago. Many of you didn’t even exist 40 posts ago!)

A B D E

Cable Guy

I have to go now, I have an appointment to fix someone’s cable (bonus points if you actually did have an appointment that you’re ditching to fight crime. The more real appointments you miss the more legitimate of a cable guy you are anyway {git-r-done!}).

Caddie

Oh sorry sir looks like you were a little off the mark, I’ll go find your ball for you (and then disappear to go fight crime).

Cage Dancer

I saw on the news that a flash-mob had broken out in a zoo and that’s just relevant enough to me for me to get down there.

Cage Fighter

I saw on the news that a superhero fight had broken out in a zoo and that’s just relevant enough to me for me to get down there.

Cameraman

I’m going to try to get some video footage of those superheroes for my news agency.

I’m going to try to get some video footage of those superheroes, not for my news agency, but to sell online.

Camp Counselor

All right kids, tonight’s exciting night activity is a game called “everybody closes their eyes until you stop hearing the sounds of a giant space crab being beaten up.”

Campaign Manager

I need to go find out who those superheroes and villains are voting for. If any of those heroes are voting for my guy or if any of those space slugs are voting for the other guy it could make for a killer ad.

Candlemaker

I’m going to go begin an apprenticeship at the Safed Candle Factory so that I can truly become a master at my craft.

Honestly man, maybe you should give up the superhero business. It’s beginning to affect your candlemaking work. You’re overworked, overtired and overextending yourself. You can’t keep burning the candle at both ends.

Cantor

Allow me to dazzle these supervillains with the power of song!

Carnie

Beazye eazi’m leazeaveazing

Carpenter

I have to go star in an all carpenter version of Aladdin with musical numbers that include “Magic Carpent Ride” and “Joist Like Me”

Cartoonist

If I don’t provide my legions of fans four panels of comicy goodness they’ll riot

I Ii II I_

I just heard somebody refer to a cartoonist as somebody who makes animated cartoon and I must go correct them!

Cashier

Hey that masked bad guy just walked out of this store without paying for any of the snacks he wanted for his evil road trip, if I don’t stop him that money is going to come out of my paycheck and since he took three (3) bags of chips that’s the whole thing plus!

Catcher

I’m going to go stand behind the bad guy and call out plays for the superheroes.

I saw that there was a superhero wearing a domino-mask so I’m going to go and lend him my catcher’s mask because even that would do a better job of concealing his identity.

Catfisherman

I was catfishing this guy and it turned out that he wasn’t a regular guy but really he was a supervillain trying to catfish me and also he’s robbing a bank now so I’m going to go beat him up.

Cellist

I have to go hit the gym to build the muscle mass I need to actually lift my instrument of choice.

Remember FAO Schwarz? The toy store? With the giant piano on the floor? Yeah so I’ve been thinking a lot about that piano and… Do you think my cello would be like an in-scale violin with that piano? And I know they closed down a few years ago but that piano has to be somewhere right? Yeah so I’m going to go on an epic quest to go find it so I can see what my cello looks like next to it. (And then instead you go smack around a vampire or whatever with your cello, like a hero.)

CEO

I’m off to fly my golden helicopter to the golf course on the island that I own, nobody call me.

Honestly, CEOs mostly fight crime at night when they aren’t expected to be anywhere else so they don’t really need any excuses.

CFO

Just get fired for embezzling, then you can do whatever you want with your time.

Chairman

Just got a whole new shipment of chairs in. They’re gonna need some quality sitting in I mustn’t be disturbed for several hours. (I don’t know what chairmen do.)

Chauffeur

I have to go contemplate why “chauffer” is pronounced with an “sh” sound, if you need me I’ll be in my chateau.

I have to go sit in a car while my employer enjoys a very long, very lavish meal in a fancy restaurant. But don’t worry about me, I’ve got a bag of chips.

Cheerleader

I’m going to go spur on my favorite superheroes with the power of cheer!

Chef

I have to go contemplate why- oh, we did this one already.

Man I bet those superheroes are going to be super hungry after they fight off that inter-dimensional octoman. I’d better whip them up something that will take me a very long time to cook.

Chemist

I’m bored of this singles mixer so I’m going to go back to my lab and have a mixer of my own. (That’s when a chemist goes and mixes random chemicals together to see what’ll happen. Fun fact: several superhero origins involve this kind of mixer.)

Chess Master

If you were any good at your job you’d have set things into motion months ago to ensure that you could leave all your gatherings to fight crime. You don’t need our help.

Clarinetist

I’ve gotta go kick a sea-sponge’s ass.

Cleaner

Boy those super-folk are making quite the mess if I get down there now maybe someone’ll pay me to clean it.

Clerk

No no no, those super-people are engaging in fisticuffs in a public square without having first filled out forms 42G with the supplementary forms 2AB and 32H to account for the missile-launching mecha and the time-displaced stegosaurus.

Clockmaker

Time for justice (again you’re allowed to reveal that you’re a superhero if you can get a good pun out of it!)

Coach

This ragtag group of superheroes needs someone to whip them into shape! (Bonus points if you then actually act as a superhero mentor to that ragtag group of heroes.)

If you’re at an event with any referees you can just go yell at one of them until you get ejected, then you’re free to do whatever you want for the rest of the night.

Coal Miner

Well, I’m off to go deliver one tenth of all the coal I’ve mined this year to Santa so that he can then redistribute them to naughty children, as all coal miners do every year.

Codebreaker

All you need to is leave a coded message wherever you were supposed to be and by the time your non-codebreaker friends and family members manage to break it you’ll probably already be back (or have died saving the world from Fieron the Sentient Forest Fire).

Colorist (Comic Books)

Did you know that old-timey comic books were printed in black and white? This is an absolute travesty and I am going to single handedly go back and color every single one of them. This will require me to be unavailable for several long extended periods of time.

Colorist (Hair)

I just had this great idea to dye my hair a whole bunch of different colors. This way my own head can act as my resume and people can see how skilled I am at coloring hair. This will probably take a while, nobody need me.

Composer

Ah I wrote some music that would literally be perfect for this battle, I’ve gotta get down there and play it for them.

Comptroller

Just assign one of the many accountants that work under you the responsibility of accounting for your absence.

Computer Scientist

Just hack into whatever database or security system you need to make people think you never even left.

Construction Worker

Not one of those superheroes are wearing a yellow hardhat and that’s just an accident waiting to happen. I must go down there and hand some out.

I need to go catcall some people.

Conductor

This super-battle is filled with senseless chaos, clearly they need someone like me to step in and bring order to it.

Cook

Do we even need to do this? We have chef listed above. (You insolent buffoon there is a world of difference between a cook and a chef!)

Man I bet those superheroes are going to be super hungry after they fight off that inter-dimensional octoman. I’d better whip them up something that will take me a very long time to cook. Longer than it would take a chef to cook as I have less experience and education in culinary matters.

Copyrighter

I have to go protect some patents (and the city!)

Copywriter

I have to go write some copy (and the city!)

Councilman

Just stand up in the middle of a council meeting and shout “this meeting is adjourned!” ten bucks says nobody fights you on that. [If we are wrong we will not send you ten bucks, or any bucks for that matter.]

Count

Has there ever been a superheroic count? I don’t think so. All the ones I know of are supervillains or blood-sucking vampires… or math-loving vampires.

Crane Operator

I have to go make sure there are some unattended cranes near that superhero fight so some scrappy kids can take control of one and knock out or distract the evil monster at a decisive moment in the battle.

Oh my gosh Karen I swear to god if you make one more joke about me operating a marsh-dwelling, long-necked bird, I am going to leave! (And then just wait for Karen to make another joke, trust me, it’ll happen, she just can’t help herself.)

Cross-Country Skier

For today’s cross-country ski I have decided to cross-country ski where no man, woman or child has cross-country skied before. In fact, if my ski-calculations are correct, no species of animal has ever cross-country skied across this country before. Yes, you guessed it, my destination for today’s cross-country ski is Antarctica, this will take me a very long time. Don’t wait up. (Of course we in the super-community know that Antarctica is one of the top-five destinations for Yeti cross-country skiers but the common-folk don’t know that so shhh.)

Cryptozoologist

Somebody finally got a good picture of El Chupacabra! I have to go and interview them! For science! (The jig is up Chupacabra, we’re coming for you!)

Curator

I have to get down to this super-battle and pick out the best pieces of rubble and dismembered robot parts to showcase in this new exhibit on superheroes/cool rocks/robot parts (you get to choose) that I am curating.

Customer Service Representative

Hey I think that superhero was in here buying a grappling hook the other day. I’m going to go see if he’s happy with his purchase. (Obviously he won’t be because grappling hooks are garbage.)

Cymbal Player

I’ve got to get to marching band practice. Without the loud, yet melodic, cacophony that my instrument produces how will my band earn the attention and envy of marching bands everywhere.

Captain Patriot lost his giant star-spangled discus! If I quickly paint my cymbals do you think he’d like to use them instead?

Tune in next time when we tackle all of the “d” occupations. As always if you know of a job that isn’t represented here by all means contact us! (Or leave a comment, or just, y’know engage with this blog somehow, please, so I know you’re out there.) And don’t hit be all like “Hey! you forgot counselor!” That’s just a fancy term for lawyer so you all have to wait like three years for us to get to “L”. In the meantime just use generic excuses like “I don’t feel comfortable with you asking me all these questions about where I’m always going. I am an adult, I should be allowed to come and go as I please,” or “I am going to take a nap.”

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