#*exf

[lovebvffys]

The X Files | 1x01 - Pilot

"The Truth? I think those kids have been abducted.”

“By who?”

“By what.”

[suorgummiis]

Ok im done neglecting ef for now . here is his new reference sheet lul

click 4 quality || to read his litol facts

hes doing that wierd heel thing . Freak

[pwrfs]

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[suorgummiis]

OH MY GAHHH YOU MADE HIM LOOK SO CUTE ACCKKKKK THANK YOUUU THANK YOUU I LOVE ITTT!!!! THANK YOU FOR DRAWING HIM ♡💖 HAPPY YOU LIKE HIMM

My son is standing on a stool.. Dont let him fool you

HERES TJEM INTERACTING!!!

Drawing him while doing homework is something different

Jsjdjd I love his desing, I'll probably do more when I have time

Ef by @suorgummiis :>

[the-stars-are-warring]

Delta Squad Week Day 1

Yippee! Finished a thing for an event and I even met the (alt) prompt! (You're Hurt)

Today its Scorch and Fixer cause they're not presented as a duo very often.

Scorch pops the seal on his helmet and inhales. The LAARTI's engines hum and he relishes the sound. "You know? I don't think I'm going to miss this planet." Sev snorts and Boss's helmet twitches like he's rolling his eyes.

"Put your shab'la helmet back on." Fixer snaps and Scorch groans.

"Would you relax Fixer. Mission accomplished we're on exf-" Something explodes behind them and Scorch shuts up and goes to pull his helmet back on but then the floor bucks under him and Scorch grabs for the wall (floor? Ceiling?) with the image of Boss mid-stagger with Sev falling into him as the last thing he remembers seeing before he wraps his arms over his head and bounces off of something as they hit the ground.

Then the next thing Scorch knows his ears are ringing and his teeth ache like he's been clenching them.

"Shab." He unfolds himself carefully. There's blood on his upper arm- and he can feel it running down the side of his face when he moves.

He can still feel his extremities though and his legs and arms listen when he rolls over and scrambles towards the daylight visible through the buckled metal of the hull.

"Six-two? Scorch!!"

He glances up in time to see Fixer's helmet as he grabs Scorch's arm and hauls him the rest of the way out of the wreckage. There's a gouge mark across Fixer's chest. Shrapnel probably.

"All good here." Scorch reports as Fixer hauls him upright.

"You're bleeding. Di'kut." Fixer snaps, pulling him away from the wreck. Scorch glances back at the Laarti. The pilot did a damn-fine job of setting them down, it's almost upright, and they didn't even snap off the wing that wasn't hit by a shab'la missile.

"Scorch!" There's unmistakable relief in Sev's voice as he darts over to them. Scorch eyes Sev critically.

"Many more of these landings and you're gonna look like Omega with their nice stealth armour." Scorch comments indicating the burn mark along the right side of Sev's armour.

"big talk for a man with half a face." Sev snaps back.

"Scorch - Fixer?" Boss is here too.

"Squad accounted for." Fixer reports.

"I'm good." Scorch agrees.

Boss looks at him, tilt of the helmet skeptical.

"Pilot is pinned in the cockpit." Sev reports - "I think he's OK too." Boss nods sharply.

"Ok, Sev, and I will get the pilot, Fourty - "

"Pull tracking data out of the cockpit if you can." Fixer interrupts. "I'll get the bleeding stopped here."

Boss nods and grabs Sev's shoulder. The two of them head back towards the downed laarti as Fixer turns to Scorch.

"Hold Still."

"Aw come on, Fixer I'm fine."

"You're hurt." Fixer says, unmoved. "And probably concussed."

Scorch rolls his eyes. "And it's Taunsday."

Fixer grunts and grabs Scorch's slightly longer than regulation hair, tilting the demolition expert's head to one side. Scorch flinches.

"Shab that stings!"

"Because you've got a piece of shrapnel in your neck." Fixer says.

"And lucky me, you've still got half an ear. Not that you'll use it to listen to regulations. Like keeping your Shabla bucket on." Scorch winces as Fixer releases him and fishes in one of his pockets for supplies, retrieving some topical bacta gel, pliers, disinfectant. It was stupid to pull off his helmet - but now Fixer is acting worried.

"Will I die?" Scorch asks brightly and Fixer exhales through his nose, the sound hissing through the voice projector in his helmet.

"Pretty sure your brain died in the incubation chamber and the rest of you just hasn't noticed yet Mir'sheb."

Scorch cackles. then hisses as Fixer grabs his head again.

"Hey! You don't have to hold on to me you know?"

"I told you to sit still and you didn't" Fixer retorts, cocking his head and spreading some of the bacta gel over the side of Scorch's skull.

"Ow." Scorch complains but his brother just tilts his head the other direction turning his attention to Scorch's neck.

"You're a pain in my Shebs you know that? Stop moving."

"Aw you say the nicest thi-" Scorch breaks off with a yelp as something is pulled from his neck. Before he can really react though, Fixer stuffs a bacta dressing into the wound.

"Fierfek" Scorch manages once he's gotten his breath back hand pressed to his neck regardless of the fact Fixer is already holding the dressing in place. "It didn't shabla hurt before you started poking me."

"I could put some of it back in if you want." Fixer offers, deadpan lifting a piece of metal as wide as his thumb and nearly twice as long with the pliers. Scorch leans away.

"Your bedside manner is Osik. Be a miracle if I ever set foot in a hospital ever again."

"You wearing your damn buy'ce that' be the miracle." Fixer snaps back, pulling his hand free, leaving Scorch to hold the dressing in place.

"Think it'll scar?" Scorch asks as Fixer circles him, looking for more shrapnel. "Apparently ladies like scars." Fixer pauses to stare at him for a second. Scorch wonders if now is a bad time to go for his record of 'most times I made Fixer sigh loudly in ten minutes' and then remembers he doesn't have his bucket or HUD to track the time.

"Well if we ever end up on triple zero again you let me know how it goes testing that theory." Fixer says finally, He leans in again using the small set of pliers to pull a few more slivers of metal out of Scorch's neck and jaw.

Scorch flinches again and Fixer grunts in frustration grabbing the demolition expert's hair again to hold his head still.

"Ow" Scorch emphasizes. "You did that on purpose."

Again the strange - tinney sound the helmet vocoder makes when Fixer sighs. "If you'd worn your shabla helmet we wouldn't be doing this at all." He pulls another few pieces of metal from Scorch's skin.

"Alright alright I get it." Scorch tries to inch away but Fixer's fingers just tighten in his hair. "OWCH, I'm sorry ok? And I swear from now on I'll never take off my helmet unless we're safe in a base or on a Venerator."

"Alright. Alright." Fixer releases Scorch and throws his hands up. "The rest can wait till we get back and a med-droid can look after you." The two of them lapse into silence for a moment as Fixer passes Scorch a bit of bacta gel to smear on his neck.

Fixer is done cleaning the pliers and is tucking things methodically back into his belt when Boss and Sev reappear.

"Got the pilot." Boss reports, walking a half-step behind the other clone like he half expects to have to catch him.

"And some discarded junk." Sev tosses a helmet and Scorch catches it, turning it over to inspect it.

"Check it out Fixer, new scratch!" Fixer's helmet jerks as he rolls his eyes.

"Dik'ut"

[reader-lola]

********DAY 3 ADVENTED CALENDAR********

Taste | Chris Sturniolo x exf!reader

Explanations: Where the singer dedicates a song to his ex and remembers moments together

Warnings: Sex mention

Oh, I leave quite an impression Five feet to be exact

“You're too short”

“Chris, I'm five foot six, I'm not that short. Maybe the problem is that you're too tall”

“That's never a problem, honey”

You're wonderin' why half his clothes went missin' My body's where they're at "Chris, can I borrow that sweatshirt?"

"You can keep it, princess."

"But I already have a t-shirt of yours."

"Just one? Well, keep this one too, it's a little too small for me now."

Now I'm gone, but you're still layin' Next to me, one degree of separation

I can't sleep without you, I feel your presence all the time in bed like you're with me, but I turn around to hug you and you're not there”

“Honey, I only slept out one day”

“But I don't care, it's not the same without you”

I heard you're back together and if that's true You'll just have to taste me when he's kissin' you

Chris, you never told me about your ex.”

“About (any name)? Don’t worry, mom, it’s not important.”

“But how long ago did you break up with her? Do you know that it takes six months for saliva to leave a person’s mouth? I hope I don’t have her saliva in my mouth.”

“Relax, love, it’s been a year and a half, you can breathe.”

If you want forever, and I bet you do Just know you'll taste me too

"Why didn't you ever tell me you got back together with your ex twice?"

"We were just kids, plus I didn't think it was important to mention it."

He pins you down on the carpet Makes paintings with his tongue (La-la-la-la-la-la-la)

“Lie down on the rug, Mom”

“I'm coming, but why?”

“We're home alone, I have to teach you that children don't just paint with their hands”

Every time you close your eyes And feel his lips, you're feeling mine And every time you breathe his air Just know I was already there You can have him if you like

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𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐞 ✯ 𝐊.𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚

"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙢𝙚"

PAIRING. Ex!Tsukishima Kei x Exf!Reader

CONTENT. Angst, unrequited love, ex lovers

A young couple's love story takes an unexpected turn when Tsukishima's ends his relationship for his career aspirations and his inability to fully commit. Years later, fate brings them back together, only for Y/N to discover that he is now married.

WC. 2.5k

A/N. My fav oneshot in this series so far. This one kind of happy ending but its like reader finally gets closure but no relationship el oh el. no happy endings from me ever.

Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

Y/N's heart raced as she approached the bustling volleyball court. She had always been drawn to the vibrant energy of the game, the way the players moved with grace and determination. Little did she know that this court would be the stage where her life would change forever.

As the winter frost melted away, leaving behind a faint chill in the air, signs of spring began to emerge. Delicate blossoms burst forth on the cherry trees, their pale pink petals unfurling like the promise of new beginnings. Y/N, feeling the gentle caress of the warm breeze against their skin, sensed that change was on the horizon.

In the heart of the small prefecture of Miyagi, the local volleyball tournament was about to commence. Y/N had been persuaded by her friends to attend, even though she wasn't particularly sporty. The entire community buzzed with anticipation, eager to witness the fierce competition and display of skill. 

As she watched the players, her eyes were drawn to a young man with pale blonde hair. It contrasted with his sharp, piercing eyes. 

That young man was Tsukishima. His skill on the court was matched only by the fire in his eyes. With each powerful spike and agile blocks, he commanded attention, his presence almost magnetic. Y/N couldn't help but be captivated by his talent and the intensity with which he played.

Curiosity got the better of her, and she mustered the courage to approach Tsukishima during a break between matches. With sweaty palms and a nervous smile, she introduced herself.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. I've been watching you play, and you're incredible!"

Tsukishima turned to face her. "Hey, Y/N. Thanks for the compliment, I'm Tsukishima, you're in my class. Didn't know you were into volleyball.”

Y/N chuckled softly, feeling a warmth spreading through her chest. "I wouldn't say I'm into it exactly, but I've always been fascinated by the game. It's impressive to watch."

And so, their connection began on that volleyball court. As the tournament continued, Y/N and Tsukishima spent more time together, talking, laughing, and gradually falling for each other. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring them together, two souls destined to collide.

Their relationship flourished throughout their high school years. They shared countless adventures, whispered dreams of the future into each other's ears, and promised an everlasting love. But as they reached the pinnacle of their first year in university, reality came crashing down.

Tsukishima's decision to pursue his volleyball career tore their world apart. The weight of their ambitions and the fear of holding each other back became too much to bear. With tears streaming down her face, they made the painful choice to end their relationship, hoping it would pave the way for their individual journeys.

Y/N felt as if the ground had been yanked from beneath her feet. The girl who had once radiated joy and optimism was swallowed by darkness. A suffocating cloud of sadness enveloped her, and she sank into the depths of depression.

The room fell into an eerie silence as Y/N stared at Tsukishima, her heart sinking with every passing moment. The warmth that once emanated from their love seemed to dissipate, replaced by a chilling coldness that enveloped the space between them.

Tsukishima's features remained hardened, his eyes distant and unyielding. There was a callousness in his tone as he responded to Y/N's pleading questions.

"Y/N, you have to understand," he began, his voice devoid of the tenderness it once held. "My dreams, my ambitions, they're important to me. More important than anything else."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, disbelief etching itself into her expression. She had hoped for a glimmer of remorse, a trace of the love they had shared. Instead, she found herself facing a version of Tsukishima she barely recognized.

"How can you say that?" she managed to utter, her voice trembling. "What about us? What about the promises we made, the plans we had?"

Tsukishima's response was cutting, his words laced with indifference. "Those promises were made in a different time, Y/N. People change, priorities shift. My dreams have always been my driving force, and I can't let anything or anyone hold me back, even if it means you and this high school relationship."

The shock of his callousness turned to anger within Y/N, fueling her determination to make him understand. "Love is about compromise, Tsukishima. It's about supporting each other's dreams, not discarding them. I thought we had something worth fighting for, but it seems I was mistaken."

A mocking smile played on Tsukishima's lips, as if he found amusement in Y/N's pain. "You're too idealistic, Y/N. Life doesn't always work out the way we want it to. Dreams require sacrifices, and unfortunately, you're one of them."

Y/N felt the sting of his words pierce her heart, tears welling in her eyes. The man she once knew, the one who cherished their love, had become a stranger consumed by his own desires. In the depths of her mind, she recognized the undeniable truth in his words, though the anguish it caused sliced through her heart like a merciless blade.

With a mix of sorrow and anger, she finally spoke her truth. "If you think your dreams are more important than the love we shared, then go. Pursue your ambitions and leave me behind. But know that one day, you may look back and realise the cost of losing someone who loved you unconditionally."

Without waiting for a response, Y/N turned away, her heart heavy with the weight of disappointment and betrayal. She knew that this fracture in their relationship had become an insurmountable divide, one that would forever shape their futures.

As she walked out of the room, the chilling coldness lingered, searing itself into her memory. Y/N vowed to find solace in her own resilience, determined to rebuild her life and rediscover her own dreams, free from the frost of Tsukishima's indifference.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Her days became a monotonous cycle of waking up, going through the motions, and retreating back into the safety of her bed.

The once-vibrant colours of life dulled into shades of grey, and the laughter that once filled her home was replaced by a haunting silence. Memories of Tsukishima invaded her thoughts, replaying like a broken record, tormenting her with what could have been.

The small prefecture of Miyagi was bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun as Y/N sat alone at a corner table in the cozy restaurant. It had been ten years since she had last been here, and everything felt eerily familiar. This was the very place where she and Tsukishima had shared their first date, their hearts filled with youthful excitement and endless possibilities.

The cozy ambiance of the restaurant enveloped her, and memories flooded back with each glance around the room. It was as if the ghosts of her past were there, whispering in the air. 

Y/N's mind drifted back to their high school days, where she and Tsukishima were inseparable. They were the epitome of the high school sweethearts, promising each other forever. Their love was pure, and their dreams seemed intertwined. But life had a way of throwing curveballs, and their story took an unexpected turn.

Tsukishima had always been passionate about volleyball. He dreamed of playing at the professional level, and that dream had fueled him for as long as Y/N could remember. It was a difficult decision for both of them, but Tsukishima couldn't let go of his dreams, and Y/N couldn't bear to hold him back.

Y/N, on the other hand, decided to stay in Miyagi. She found solace in the familiarity of the town and the memories it held. She poured her heart into her career, finding success and fulfilment, but deep down, a part of her always wondered what could have been.

The world seemed to be moving on, while Y/N felt stuck in a stagnant loop of unrequited dreams. Time moved forward, as it always does, and life in Miyagi continued its steady rhythm. Y/N watched as her friends, one by one, found love and announced their engagements. Social media feeds were filled with sparkling rings, heartfelt captions, and promises of forever. 

Wedding invitations arrived in her mailbox, each one a painful reminder of the life she had envisioned for herself. She put on a brave face, attending the celebrations, smiling through the toasts, and offering her congratulations. But inside, her heart twisted with a mixture of joy for her friends and a deep ache for what she had lost.

Y/N couldn't help but wonder why she couldn't move on like everyone else. She had rebuilt her life, pursued her career, and embraced new experiences. Yet, the ghost of her past still lingered, clutching at her heartstrings.

With each engagement announcement, doubts crept into her mind. Why hadn't she found someone new? Why couldn't she let go of the love she had once held so dear? Was there something wrong with her? These questions taunted her, chipping away at her confidence and self-worth.

Y/N's journey to healing was not a linear one. There were days when she felt strong and empowered, ready to face the world with resilience. But there were also nights when loneliness wrapped around her like a suffocating blanket, leaving her feeling hollow and empty.

As the door to the restaurant swung open, Y/N's heart skipped a beat. There, standing before her, was Tsukishima. Time had treated him well. His once-boyish face now carried the mark of maturity, but his eyes still held the same spark that had captivated her all those years ago.

"Tsukishima," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and nostalgia.

He walked over to the table, a hesitant smile on his face. "Y/N, it's been so long."

Y/N managed a smile, her heart pounding in her chest. "It's good to see you too."

They sat across from each other, the air heavy with unspoken words. Tsukishima fidgeted with his glass, struggling to find the right words.

"I wanted to tell you that I met someone and got engaged," he finally said, his voice tinged with a hint of regret.

Y/N felt a lump forming in her throat, but she managed to maintain her composure. "That's wonderful, Tsukishima. I'm happy for you."

A flicker of sadness flashed in his eyes. "She's amazing and sweet, Y/N, I’m settling down with her in Miyagi."

The words pierced Y/N's heart. She couldn't help but wonder why he couldn't see himself settling down with her. They had shared so much, their dreams, their fears, their firsts. How could all those memories and promises fade into oblivion?

Y/N mustered the courage to break the silence, her voice trembling with a mix of hope and apprehension. "Tsukishima, how were you able to settle down and marry someone else? Why wasn't it me? Why couldn't you see yourself settling down with me?" she blurted out, the pain and confusion resonating in her voice.

Tsukishima's gaze dropped to the table, his fingers nervously tracing invisible patterns on the surface. His eyes betrayed a deep sense of regret and longing, as if every word he was about to utter carried the weight of a decade's worth of unspoken emotions.

With a voice laced with vulnerability, he began, "Y/N, I've asked myself that same question countless times. The truth is, even though I thought about you often, there was always this lingering doubt within me. A feeling that I couldn't ignore."

Confusion washed over Y/N's face, her brows furrowing. "What do you mean, Tsukishima? What doubt?"

Tsukishima took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "It's hard to explain, but... when we were together, there was an intensity, a passionate flame that burned brightly. But deep down, I couldn't shake off this nagging uncertainty about our long-term compatibility. I couldn't envision a future with the same clarity that I could with someone else."

Y/N's heart sank, her mind struggling to grasp the magnitude of Tsukishima's words. The realisation that their connection, once so profound, had carried an underlying hesitancy left her feeling vulnerable and exposed.

Tsukishima’s eyes gazed into the distance, as if searching for the right words to convey the intricacies of his heart. His voice, soft and filled with a hint of nostalgia, finally broke through the stillness of the moment. "Y/N, it's hard to explain, but when I met this new girl... I woke up one day, and it hit me. I finally knew."

Y/N’s brows furrowed, her eyes fixed on him, desperate for understanding. "Knew what? What eluded you with me?"

Tsukishima took a deep breath. "What I was never sure of with you. It was like a haze lifted, and suddenly, clarity washed over me. I couldn't ignore the truth any longer."

She searched his eyes, pleading for further explanation. "But Tsukishima, why didn't you tell me? Why did you let me believe there was a chance for us?"

Tsukishima's gaze met hers, his own eyes brimming with remorse. "Y/N, I was afraid. Afraid of hurting you, afraid of losing what we had altogether. I convinced myself that maybe, just maybe, my doubts would fade away. But they never did."

A single tear escaped Y/N's eye, tracing a path down her cheek. The weight of their unresolved past pressed upon her, and yet, a glimmer of understanding emerged amidst the pain.

"And now you're engaged," Y/N whispered, her voice laden with a mix of resignation and longing.

Tsukishima nodded, his expression filled with regret. "Yes, I found someone who made me feel certain, who quieted the doubts within me. But please know, Y/N, that the love we shared, though complicated, will forever hold a special place in my heart."

Their eyes locked, the unspoken words hanging in the air. The silence spoke volumes, the wounds of their shared history beginning to heal, even if the scars would always remain.

Silence settled between them as they sat in the same restaurant where their journey had started. The echoes of their past reverberated through the air, mingling with the present moment. It was a bittersweet reunion, a reminder of what could have been and what never was.

In that moment, Y/N found solace in the closure she had sought for so long.

As they said their goodbyes, Y/N watched Tsukishima walk away, disappearing into the night. She couldn't help but wonder if fate had played a cruel trick on them, leaving them right where they left each other. The ghosts of their past would forever haunt those familiar streets, but Y/N was ready to create a new story, one that belonged solely to her.

©Minarixx 2023 - please don't copy, repost or translate without my knowledge credit or permission.

[xpaintedladyx]

I don’t know if I need to say this for myself or for others. But I need to get it off my chest regardless.

I don’t multiship not in the sense that most people do. Yes I like different pairings but not ones that share the same person. Ex. I like the Ships AxB CxD ExF. But I don’t ship person A with other every other people in set world/show. I just can’t it’s not me, (also a firm believer of monogamy) it comes down to a few specific things. If two characters are already in a relationship in love, have established chemistry etc. why would I ship them with someone else? Someone they don’t know, you know they’d never be with or have a huge age gap.

When I do see other multi ships a lot it is just seeing the characters bang. But I’m not interested in that. I want a deep connection between two people. Is sex needed for a relationship no. Can you have it in a relationship. Absolutely. I’m just not of the mind set that sex is everything! Aroace autistic person here. That’s not to say I won’t acknowledge past relationships characters have had. I do. One of the biggest reasons I ship is because I love seeing the connection and growth of said characters. It’s why I love Jayvik, Garnet, Zelink, GhostSoap, Bumbleby and many others.

I can’t ship any of these characters with anyone else if I tried. If you multiship good for you but I can’t. I have nothing against you just don’t ask me about it, unless you want a list of ships I don’t like.

Also should mention this only applies to ships to fandoms I’m in. I can’t comment on ones I know nothing about.

[halflingcaravan]

If you’re looking for an easy to learn game system, something you could read and play through in a single evening… then try one of these.

You’ll have to get most of these in PDF (unless you’re an Aussie! Shipping it to you won’t be wildly high priced!!!) except Project 39 which you can get at Exalted Funeral.

Check out my Itch.io or head to ExF below.

[aviaposter]

Boeing 737-800 Ryanair

Registration: EI-EXF Type: 737-8AS Engines: 2 × CFMI CFM56-7B26E Serial Number: 40322 First flight: Nov 16, 2012

Ryanair is an Irish ultra low-cost carrier founded in 1984. It is headquartered in Swords, Dublin, Ireland, and has its primary operational bases at Dublin and London Stansted airports. It is Ireland's biggest airline, and the largest part of the Ryanair Holdings family of airlines and has Ryanair UK, Buzz, Lauda Europe, and Malta Air as sister airlines. Ryanair Group operates more than 500 planes. Ryanair's route network serves over 40 countries in Europe, North Africa (Morocco), and the Middle East (Israel and Jordan).

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[lovebvffys]

The X Files | 1x02 - Deep throat

“When does the human cost become too high for the building of a better machine?”

[suorgummiis]

evil plans.......................

[pwrfs]

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[exfentertainment]

#MEET : MIDNIGHT RENEGADES

Midnight Renegades, also known as 자정배신자 or MR, is a 5-member fictional boy group under EXF Entertainment. The group consists of: BK, Yuze, Hakkun, Chiro, and c.hae.

MIDNIGHT RENEGADES Fandom Name: North Stars

MIDNIGHT RENEGADES Official Fan Colors: Ultramarine Blue & Starry Silver

MIDNIGHT RENEGADES has a cool, refreshing concept.

[over-the-time-flow]

Super Robot Rollcall

Raul Gureden

“We humans can get really angry and hateful when faced with a reflection of our true selves…”

Age: 20

Voice Actor: Gou Inoue

The male protagonist of SRW R. I won’t go too in-depth into what he’s like, as you’ll find that out for yourself as the LP goes on, but I like him quite a bit! He’s not the most complex character ever made, but I think he grows a lot throughout the story.

True to the title of protagonist, his statline is really good. Top-notch Melee and Skill, and respectable levels of everything else. Compared to Fiona, he has lower Ranged, Evasion and Accuracy, but they’re still far from being low.

As for spirit commands, right now his singular one is Focus (集中, raises this unit’s hit/evasion rate by 30% until your next turn). A more tanky command like Wall (鉄壁, reduces all incoming damage by 75% until your next turn) would probably be nicer to have in the long run, but there's quite a few situations in which he gets forcibly deployed in an evasion-oriented frame (such as the situation we’re in right now!), so it’ll come in handy regardless.

Finally, the one pilot skill he has right now is Potential (底力) at level 1. Potential is a skill I plan to make a proper post about later down the line, but the short of it is that the lower your HP is in relation to your max HP, the better your unit performs.

Fun Fact: In SRW OG, the SRW spinoff series that features the original casts of various SRW games, Raul and Fiona are adapted as twin siblings. Raul is the older twin!

Excellence Cosmodriver

Model Number: EXF-01C

Height: 30.2 meters

Power Source: Timeflow Engine

Real World Designer: Mitsuru Owa

This Excellence frame was designed for high-speed, high-scale outer-space combat. In other words, this thing’s made to fight alongside Mobile Suits. Aptly, it’s capable of All-Range Attacks thanks to its unmanned guided weapons, the funnels  LEGALLY DISTINCT Fairies!

Considering that in this game’s setting, the best alternative to funnels that oldtypes can rely on are still wire-guided, it’s quite strange that the federation personnel weren’t impressed by a wireless alternative.

I’m not a huge mark for this thing’s design, but I do have a soft spot for it since the funnel (which our LEGALLY DISTINCT Fairies share an animation with) animation in this game is really nice-looking.

With only average Mobility, paper-thin Armor, low HP, and low base EN, I find it to be one of the more underwhelming Excellence frames. 

Still, it’s not without its upsides; it has a sword, which will only become more useful as the game goes on, it has 10% EN regen per turn like every Excellence frame, and the Fairies pack serious firepower coupled with high range, which will be very useful once our protagonist gets their hands on the Support Attack skill. Still, their relatively high EN cost when compared to the frame’s low base EN means that even with EN regen, it's costly to rely on them too much, and the 120 Will requirement on them is really pesky when you realize that without them active, this frame has no moves with a range higher than 4.

In my experience, you use this frame when you have no choice but to use it.

Fun Fact: In SRW OGs, the Fairies' animation features some of the fairies reflecting each other’s beams, to increase the number of hits per beam shot fired, much like the Psyco Gundam Mk-II’s Reflector Bits. See for yourself below!