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after this [gestures at the deadline task] Thing is done i have to draw a cute pride icon with voli and chemi... its essential to my wellbeing as a skills fan hkjhg
#chemi chats#voli is an unlabelled gender Guy-Type-Thing and demiromantic/demisexual pan :] and echem is transmasc and i think bi? omni maybe??#guy likes all the genders forever. all of the skills are so ambiguous tbh lmaooo#react speed is genderfluid but REALLY FAST hkjg xis pronouns are ''any as long as you keep switching them throughout your sentence''#''he was supposed to do her job but they were too busy being distracted by its own wings :|''#suggestion's is ''oh what pronouns do /you/ think i use? :3'' and perception is a consistent it/its pronouns user#and halflit is she/he and composure is he/she. AND ALSO SHIVERS IS AROACE. interface is also aroace and aplatonic to boot#i could probably come up with othres but im really sleepy right now sooooo later#HOKD ON ideabefore i slep i gotta draw that hjhg#''itd pride month voli u know what that means'' ''what. ou want us to give gay skill checks.'' ok goodnight#concepts canvas
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Switch to Firefox.
#google chrome#chrome#chromium#webintegrity#wei#firefox#internet#web browsers#browser#fyi#psa#google ads#billions of google users warned over dangerous ‘info email’ – don’t let your bank be emptied#google warns billions over ‘money transfer’ attack that empties your bank – how to spot dangerous message#google#google workspace#google warns billions of android users to switch on important setting that could spare you from bank raiding disaster#google warns android owners to hit ‘hidden blue button’ that stops bank draining app mistake – you’ll need to act fast#google warns billions of gmail users their account could be deleted at the end of the year – how to protect yours#google warns android owners to delete apps right now – they silently ‘steal’ from you#google emoji kitchen#google earth#google en passant#google eyes#ausgov#politas#auspol#tasgov#taspol#neoliberal capitalism
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A general cane guide for writers and artists (from a cane user, writer, and artist!)
Disclaimer: Though I have been using a cane for 6 years, I am not a doctor, nor am I by any means an expert. This guide is true to my experience, but there are as many ways to use a cane as there are cane users!
This guide will not include: White canes for blindness, crutches, walkers, or wheelchairs as I have no personal experience with these.
This is meant to be a general guide to get you started and avoid some common mishaps/misconceptions in your writing, but you absolutely should continue to do your own research outside of this guide!
This is NOT a medical resource!!! And never tell a real person you think they're using a cane wrong!

The biggest recurring problem I've seen is using the cane on the wrong side. The cane goes on the opposite side of the pain! If your character has even-sided pain or needs it for balance/weakness, then use the cane in the non-dominant hand to keep the dominant hand free. Some cane users also switch sides to give their arm a rest!
A cane takes about 20% of your weight off the opposite leg. It should fit within your natural gait and become something of an extension of your body. If you need more weight off than 20%, then crutches, a walker, or a wheelchair is needed.
Putting more pressure on the cane, using it on the wrong side, or having it at the wrong height can make it less effective, and can cause long term damage to your body from improper pressure and posture. (Hugh Laurie genuinely hurt his body from years of using a cane wrong on House!)
(some people elect to use a cane wrong for their personal situation despite this, everyone is different!)
(an animated GIF of a cane matching the natural walking gait. It turns red when pressure is placed on it.)
When going up and down stairs, there is an ideal standard: You want to use the handrail and the cane at the same time, or prioritize the handrail if it's only on one side. When going up stairs you lead with your good leg and follow with the cane and hurt leg together. When going down stairs you lead with the cane and the bad leg and follow with the good leg!
Realistically though, many people don't move out of the way for cane users to access the railing, many stairs don't have railings, and many are wet, rusty, or generally not ideal to grip.
In these cases, if you have a friend nearby, holding on to them is a good idea. Or, take it one step at a time carefully if you're alone.
Now we come to a very common mistake I see... Using fashion canes for medical use!

(These are 4 broad shapes, but there is INCREDIBLE variation in cane handles. Research heavily what will be best for your character's specific needs!)
The handle is the contact point for all the weight you're putting on your cane, and that pressure is being put onto your hand, wrist, and shoulder. So the shape is very important for long term use!
Knob handles (and very decorative handles) are not used for medical use for this reason. It adds extra stress to the body and can damage your hand to put constant pressure onto these painful shapes.
The weight of a cane is also incredibly important, as a heavier cane will cause wear on your body much faster. When you're using it all day, it gets heavy fast! If your character struggles with weakness, then they won't want a heavy cane if they can help it!
This is also part of why sword canes aren't usually very viable for medical use (along with them usually being knob handles) is that swords are extra weight!
However, a small knife or perhaps a retractable blade hidden within the base might be viable even for weak characters.

Bases have a lot of variability as well, and the modern standard is generally adjustable bases. Adjustable canes are very handy if your character regularly changes shoe height, for instance (gotta keep the height at your hip!)
Canes help on most terrain with their standard base and structure. But for some terrain, you might want a different base, or to forego the cane entirely! This article covers it pretty well.
Many cane users decorate their canes! Stickers are incredibly common, and painting canes is relatively common as well! You'll also see people replacing the standard wrist strap with a personalized one, or even adding a small charm to the ring the strap connects to. (nothing too large, or it gets annoying as the cane is swinging around everywhere)
(my canes, for reference)
If your character uses a cane full time, then they might also have multiple canes that look different aesthetically to match their outfits!
When it comes to practical things outside of the cane, you reasonably only have one hand available while it's being used. Many people will hook their cane onto their arm or let it dangle on the strap (if they have one) while using their cane arm, but it's often significantly less convenient than 2 hands. But, if you need 2 hands, then it's either setting the cane down or letting it hang!
For this reason, optimizing one handed use is ideal! Keeping bags/items on the side of your free hand helps keep your items accessible.

When sitting, the cane either leans against a wall or table, goes under the chair, or hooks onto the back of the chair. (It often falls when hanging off of a chair, in my experience)
When getting up, the user will either use their cane to help them balance/support as they stand, or get up and then grab their cane. This depends on what it's being used for (balance vs pain when walking, for instance!)
That's everything I can think of for now. Thank you for reading my long-but-absolutely-not-comprehensive list of things to keep in mind when writing or drawing a cane user!
Happy disability pride month! Go forth and make more characters use canes!!!
#mobility aid#cane user#writing tips#writing advice#drawing tips#art tutorial#art tips#art reference#art resources#art help#my art#long post
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ok im done with the femblem engage game i think. (lying).
#duri vs fe#i dont think i can build a better team than i have rn which is why i stop#like i could switch up characters to use ig but i dont see the point#ie why use zelkov instead of yunaka when thieves in avoid tile can only be hit by mages and yunaka has higher res growth#yunaka has a crit bonus from avoid tile too#or why not to use diamant since he has decent spd and build so he can double with heavy/hard hitter axes#and he joins at a time when there is basically no fast and accurate axe users#halbediers are annoying to deal with you need an axe users to break them#or why goldmary instead of louis for generals when louis has the str necessary to one hit mages; their biggest threat#and gm's personal skill is irrelevant if u make her a general anyway#meanwhile you can stack 2 female units near louis and he can block his way anywhere#i want to try using lindon but his mag growth rate is disappointing#i could switch celine out ig but seeing a 9 dmg snip turned one hit crit kill is very funny i dont know.#AND she has decent speed and B staves and can hide in fog#so she can play support and kill when needed. just very versatile#meanwhile hortensia cant kill anything worth shit and im stingy with staves anyway so i cant find much use for her#ok so evidently. im done with the game. let me get out maybe 300 more posts. yeah that'll do it.
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y'shtola: good but mean driver. refuses to let people merge. goes 90 on the freeway. if you spill something in her car you have to get the wet wipes from the trunk and clean it up. public radio, the classical station, or science podcasts and will not share the aux. does not make you pay for gas unless you're thancred. has a really nice sedan that smells good. don't ask about her insurance premium.
urianger: genuinely hates driving and only barely got a license at age 18 because moenbryda's parents wanted them to have some form of ID that isn't their passport. passenger seat princess bc they get carsick easily, but also isn't a very good navigator. if they have to drive they go 10 miles under the speed limit and will only take surface streets, no freeways, and will pray to the crystals they keep in their tote bag for protection against malicious forces. will play weird music that isn't great for driving if you let them have the aux.
alphinaud: very good driver, assiduous turn signal user, but drives his dad's tesla (he will eventually get his own prius). always listening to some podcast but will share the aux if you ask (and if there isn't a new episode of pod save eorzea). wants you to pay your share of the gas money.
alisaie: got herself an old used jeep and loves it to death. loves going fast on the freeway. lets you eat in her car and shares her car snacks. has been burning CDs of her playlists so she can play her music in the car. would share the aux with certain friends but nobody carries around CDs. pretty decent driver but can get distracted occasionally, but also probably the most fun to be driven by. wants you to talk with her if you're carpooling with her.
thancred: drives like a dad. will let you have the aux, which you should take because he just puts on whatever rock/alt station he can find and doesn't switch off it if imagine dragons starts playing. has a dented dusty SUV so he's always the one hauling stuff. should probably vacuum it. yells at people when they cut him off.
ryne: still learning how to drive and is extremely anxious about it, but does kind of enjoy it. she gets nervous about driving a big SUV and has been getting some of her hours in with y'shtola since her car is smaller and her corrections make her less anxious than thancred's. a good navigator/copilot. is going to put a beanie baby up on the front dash when she gets her own car.
#chirps#robffxiv#ffxiv#i say all that about yshtola with love.#and i say all that about urianger with love.
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DP X Marvel #9
It was supposed to be a normal Tuesday. Well, as normal as it got when you were the ghost king of a supernatural hell dimension that casually brushed shoulders with every known reality in the multiverse. Danny Fenton, age 19, high school graduate, part-time fast food cashier, full-time eldritch entity, had long since learned that “normal” was a concept best left to sitcoms and people who didn’t accidentally blow up space-time during puberty.
And yet, even with the sheer absurdity of his afterlife-afterlife job description, Danny had not signed up for this.
Somehow—somehow—when he officially accepted the Crown of Fire and Frost and Bones and Whatever, the Infinite Realms had offered him a dowry. Not money. Not knowledge. Not a magical vacuum to clean the endless ghost slime dripping from the ceiling. No. It gave him the Infinity Stones.
Not knockoff ones. Not replicas. Not the “Earth-199999” post-snap pebbles Thanos crushed into ghost glitter. The original Infinity Stones. And now he wore them.
Not in a gauntlet. Because, quote, “That’s been done, and frankly, gauche,” according to the Reality Stone, which had rewritten itself into a choker necklace that constantly tried to re-style his outfit into something out of a Victoria’s Secret Angel runway. Today, it had settled on a see-through green silk robe with ghost fire embroidery, and Danny had to physically fight it to let him wear jeans. He won. Barely.
The Power Stone, a chunky magenta ring on his left thumb, liked to hum. Not dramatically or ominously, no. It hummed “Barbie Girl” during tense conversations. It buzzed like a vibrator when Danny was trying to intimidate enemy ghosts. It yodeled during peace treaties. Vlad Masters once tried to monologue at him and the stone responded with a chorus of flatulent noises at full volume. Danny hadn’t stopped laughing for ten minutes. Vlad has refused to visit the castle since.
The Time Stone dangled from a chain bracelet on his right wrist. Sometimes it glowed. Sometimes it whispered. Sometimes it sounded exactly like Clockwork and said stuff like, “Oh, I wouldn’t eat that sandwich, Daniel. You’ll get food poisoning in three hours and twenty-two minutes. It won’t kill you, but the diarrhea will haunt you.” It also had a deeply annoying habit of flashing forward into the future and spoiling every plot twist in the books he was reading. Danny tried to switch to manga, but the damn thing kept spoiling those too.
The Space Stone was an earring. A single, glowing, cerulean stud in his left lobe. It gave him migraines. Not just regular migraines. Cosmic, black-hole-level migraines that bent reality around him. Once, while sneezing mid-headache, he created a baby star in his bedroom. Another time, it opened a portal in the ceiling of his shower mid-rinse and sucked him naked into a Skrull pirate ship orbiting Saturn. He beat them with a loofah and threatened to scrub their insides out unless they sent him back. They now call him “Emperor Cleans-the-Flesh.”
Then there was the Soul Stone. It had attitude. It was a sulky little thing, disguised as a glowing orange knuckle ring he wore on his middle finger, which felt very appropriate. It didn’t talk much, but when it did, it sounded like a sad Tumblr user from 2013. Constantly making vague threats like, “What if I just… killed everyone you loved… just to feel something.” Danny once told it to go touch grass and it responded by manifesting a field of sentient grass that sang MCR lyrics at full blast. Sam loved it. Tucker was traumatized. Jazz refuses to discuss it.
And the Mind Stone.
God.
The Mind Stone.
A dainty gold earring that hung from his right ear and gave the impression of class. It had developed a voice that was part Morgan Freeman, part drunk Hannibal Lecter, and it spoke in Jazz’s cadence. So, essentially: it psychoanalyzed Danny nonstop with the world-weary patience of an overachieving older sibling with access to the DSM-5 and a deep, personal vendetta.
“Ah, yes. Classic deflection, Daniel. You’re not mad at the Time Stone for spoiling your anime. You’re mad at yourself for never learning to regulate your own expectations. Also, you are projecting unresolved paternal trauma onto that sandwich. Seek therapy.”
“I can’t seek therapy, I’m the Ghost King!”
“That’s exactly what someone with a savior complex and intimacy issues would say.”
Every time he thought it was quiet, it whispered new insults into his subconscious. Once, in the middle of a UN meeting about ghost-human diplomacy, it started narrating his intrusive thoughts. Danny had to teleport out before he screamed about his fear of turning into his dad mid-poop.
Now, normally? He could live with it. Ish. He’d learned to tune them out, like roommates you couldn’t evict because they were the literal embodiment of creation. But then SHIELD, or what was left of it, showed up.
Apparently, the multiverse was cracking. Again. Something-something-Kang, something-something-fracture points. Wong came in first, looked at Danny floating sideways in a gravity-less realm throne room while eating hot Cheetos, and just sighed like a man who knew he was underpaid.
“You’re the new anchor of the multiverse.”
Danny blinked. “I’m the what?”
“The stones chose you. Probably because you’re already tethered to the Infinite Realms. You’re their new keeper. Like… janitor of reality.”
“I didn’t ask to be the multiverse’s janitor.”
“Too bad. Put on pants. You’re meeting the Avengers.”
Spoiler: he did not put on pants. Reality Stone put him in tight leather shorts. Tony Stark showed up mid-briefing, took one look at Danny, and said, “Are we summoning ghosts or attending Coachella?”
“I am literally containing the building blocks of existence inside my earlobes, old man.”
Tony raised a brow. “Sassy.”
Steve Rogers had a panic attack. Bruce Banner tried to talk quantum containment strategy, but the Mind Stone insulted his PhD and called him “Emotionally repressed Dr. Jekyll.” Wanda Maximoff muttered something in Sokovian about chaos recognizing chaos. Peter Parker asked for a selfie. Thor offered to arm wrestle. The Space Stone teleported his arm off mid-match. Thor thought it was hilarious.
Then came Loki.
“Oh,” the trickster said, slinking into the realm uninvited. “You’re the one they gave the toys to.”
Danny narrowed his eyes. “Do not call them toys.”
The Soul Stone hissed. The Mind Stone said, “He has severe middle child energy. Classic narcissist. Avoid eye contact.”
Loki smiled wider. “I like you.”
“I hate you already.”
And then Deadpool showed up.
No one invited him. No one wanted him. He just… wandered in through a swirling green portal, wearing bunny slippers, sipping a Ghost Zone smoothie, and immediately licked the Time Stone.
“MMM. Tastes like trauma and Chrono-Cinnamon. Delicious.”
Danny screamed. Deadpool winked.
The next few weeks were a blur of chaos. Danny accidentally rebooted a dead star, causing an entire Kree fleet to bow to him as their sun god. The Reality Stone made his socks sentient. The Mind Stone helped him file ghostly taxes, then charged him emotional interest. Doctor Strange tried to exorcise the stones. Danny coughed up an entire timeline onto the Sanctum’s carpet. Wong still hasn’t forgiven him.
At one point, the Power Stone got bored and vaporized a celestial. Danny was grounded by the Living Tribunal for three days and had to sit in a corner of conceptual space thinking about what he did.
“Why me?” Danny whined to no one in particular.
“Because,” the Mind Stone whispered gently. “You are chronically self-sacrificing, catastrophically powerful, and an absolute sucker for lost causes. Also, you taste like ectoplasm and cinnamon toast. Reality finds that comforting.”
Danny covered his face with his hands. “I’m going to scream.”
“Do it,” the Soul Stone said. “Scream into the void. Feed me.”
“I hate you.”
“We love you, Daniel,” Time Stone whispered ominously.
“No you don’t!”
But they kind of did. In their own horrible, unholy, unhinged way.
And Danny? Danny was starting to get used to it.
He wore godhood like a teenager wears a secondhand hoodie—awkwardly, chaotically, and with a deep sense of “please don’t ask me to take responsibility for this.” But deep down, across realms and dimensions and timelines, Danny Phantom was no longer just a boy with ghost powers. He was the Keeper of Infinity, the King of the In-Between, and possibly the most dangerously unqualified celestial babysitter the multiverse had ever known.
God help them all.
#danny fenton#danny phantom#dp x marvel#danny phantom fanfiction#marvel#marvel mcu#mcu#mcu fandom#crossover#danny phantom fandom#mcu loki#loki odinson#loki#loki laufeyson#mcu thor#thor#thor odinson#tony stark#iron man#dr strange#captain america#stephen strange#steven universe#the avengers#infinity stones#infinite realms#ghost king danny#ghost king phantom#peter parker#spider man
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Hey, Americans - you need to start learning foreign languages.
why? At this point - if you are staying in the US you need to have access to not just American news sources, ideally in a language that is not a primary concern of local censors. If you are leaving the US, you will have an easier time adjusting to a new environment by speaking with people in their native language. And while thanks to colonialism there are plenty of english speaking countries, you are limiting the places you can go if you are not able to communicate in another language other than English. Another aspect is your potential access to a different citizenship. Naturalisation may require knowing the language of the country you want to live in on a higher level. Fluency is not easily achieved and most people require years of practice. If you start now, there is a good chance you can do it. But if you never start, you never will. At last, if you are learning languages you will gain not just practical abilities and access. Learning languages requires learning about other cultures and norms other than your own. It can be an act of solidarity and deconstruction hegemony. It also requires emotional growth by learning how to deal with frustration over not learning as fast as expected and rediscovering your confidence in a different language. It will help you as a person.
I am aware that i sound like a duolingo advertisement. But you have everything to gain if you start today. not having options and being forced to stay where you are and rely on the limited sources that you have now, makes you extremely vulnerable. Do the linguistic education equivalent of tiktok users switching to xiaohongshu/Red note and give yourself the power to choose where you can be and what you can learn by picking up a language.
#trump#grimmwriting#elon musk#USA#donald trump#broligarchy#language#tiktok#rednote#xiaohongshu#tiktok migration#us politics#us presidents#united states#us elections
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Random headcanons: You set their wallpaper of a spicy picture of you
Featuring: Task force 141
Warnings: suggestive, NSFW
Captain John Price:
He rarely unlocks his phone during the day, so you assume it is safe to set his wallpaper to you wearing nothing but his hat, sitting on the bed, legs spread, hands tied in the front with a silky ribbon and one of his cigars between your lips.
You did not account for the fact that sometimes Price shows memes to his team or fact checks stuff in front of others, so you can imagine the shock on his face when he unlocked his phone to show Soap something.
Soap: Sir? Is this-
Price: Yes, it is
The conversation ended there, with the Scotsman leaving the room in a subtle, yet fast manner, trying to hide the forming buldge from his captain, who, on his side noticed everything, but decided not to comment on it, in order not to make the situation more uncomfortable than it already was.
Yes, Soap avoided Price for the entire day and they have never spoke about the incident again. Even though the captain notices his Sergent hungrily eyeing you from time to time, which makes his mind wonder of certain possibilities. (If you are into it)
As for you, you did get your punishment, after you spent 20 minutes laughing at your husband story.
Y/N: Poor Soap
Price: What about me? I had to avoid unlocking my phone all day.
Y/N: You never unlock your phone.
Price: There was not a reason for it, luv.
Simon "Ghost" Riley
This man is phone rotting, whenever he is away from others and has some free time. Whether it is Reddit, Tiktok, or texting you - obsessively, he is on his phone - period.
For his picture you wear a sexy black lingerie, barely covering you and his balaclava. You are sitting on the sofa, with your elbows on your knees, leaning into the front camera, his dog tags hanging from your neck.
Simon goes feral.
He is immediately finding a quiet place from where he can call you and jerk off, while staring at your picture.
He will beg you to praise him, order him around and guide him in what to do and you can say anything - and I mean, anything.
This man is a slut for you. He is a huge switch. When he turns submissive he is completely at your mercy. Just, please, tell this man what to do and how you want him to do it.
Bonus points if you video chat and touch yourself, while edging him. He will try to hold himself back, but if you push him enough, he will cum within minutes.
This is how much power you have over him. Use it wisely.
And yes, Simon will absolutely fuck you stupid the moment he gets home. And will insist on taking pictures together, so he can keep something while on deployment.
Johnny "Soap" Mactavish
He will open his phone in front of Ghost and get lost, staring at the photo of you, hand mindlessly grabbing Simon's tight.
For his picture, you are laying face on the bed, back arched, wearing nothing but tight blue panties with the scottish flag on them. Side boob is slightly showing.
Soap doesn't even register Simon or where his hand is, who is shifting from side to side, but not peeling his eyes off of you, nor removing Soap's hand from his tight.
When the Scottsman finally snap from his trance, he is texting you every spicy thing he can think of and sending you pictures of his, and Simon's buldges with the caprion:
"Look what you did, darling. LT wants to stop for some dinner tonight, now too. Make sure to recreate the picture once we get home. We are gonna put some English in you too."
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Another chronic phone user. Gaz is on his phone 23/19. He is obsessed with animal videos and staring at ya'll pictures. Editing and candid photo stuff is his drug.
You warn him in advance that you will send him something, as he has the habit of showing off his editing skills*ahem* your cutesy couple photos *ahem* to either Price, or Laswell.
The last thing you want is to flash his superiors.
So, you tell him to unlock his phone at a specific time and make sure he is alone.
The picture for him is you wearing his sunglasses, naked, on the balcony. You are sat on a chair, legs crossed. The picture is taken at sunrise, right when the sun is softly highlighting your chest.
Somehow Gaz didn't time this right, he expected a attachment, not a wallpaper - in his defense, and he opened his phone in the middle of a briefing.
The sergeant dropped his phone on the ground while trying to catch it, creating the (trying to hold a hot stone effect). Price shot him a questioning look, but kept talking, pretending not to notice how Gaz picked his phone face down and put it in his pocket.
For the entire briefing Gaz couldn't focus on anything but your picture. He tried so hard, not to get a boner, but knowing you took the said photograph while he was sleeping, maybe 15 minutes before he got up for work - got him wild.
He went radio silent the entire day and when he got home, he didn't bother talking, or greeting you - Gaz just lifted you up from the couch and smashed his lips into yours.
#call of duty#cod headcanons#cod ghost#call of duty mw2#cod men#cod captain price#cod gaz#simon ghost riley#captain john price#cod soap#john soap mactavish#gaz garrick#kyle gaz garrick#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty mw3#cod#cod mw2#cod mw3#task force 141#t141#t141 x reader
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Grave mistakes
Gotham City is full of a lot of characters, criminals, creepy clowns, man eating plants, eccentric billionaires. But all that rolled into one household?
Warning: contains mentions of blood, witches, general spooky stuff, it's an Addams reader they're gonna be freaky,
Part 7: call the nursing home, and maybe a priest…
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“who knew an old woman could disappear from a lobby so quickly.”
The lady officer scratches the back of her head confusedly while looking through the security tapes over and over again, trying to figure out what happened to the ancient woman that was just here not even twenty minutes ago.
You, who's still covered in dried blood, lean against the counter interestedly as the lady switches cameras to watch the woman hurriedly hobble out of the parking lot onto the streets.
“Oh that's no surprise to me at all, it's how she's avoided being committed.” You sigh wistfully and pull a handkerchief out of your pocket to wipe at your brow as if that'll cleanse the long-dried scarlet mess of you.
“Committed to what? A retirement home?” Alfred grunts in offense at Bruce's remark, both men share a look when you sigh even louder and dramatically toss your handkerchief down.
“No, the sanitarium.” You turn away from the desk and start to head towards the glass double-doors leading in and out of the police station, marching like a soldier training for war. “I'll be needing to find the ol thing, who knows what that witch will get into in this city.”
Bruce rolls his eyes and follows after you rather quickly, your pace is surprisingly fast. “Witch? I take it you don't get on with her then?” He murmurs a bit hesitantly, unsure if family affairs are off limits with you. Then again he doesn't think anything is really considered off limits in your books.
Your shoes practically squeak as you spin around to face the man, eyes creepily wide as you shake your head quickly. “Oh no! Me and grandmama get along like a house and fire, or like maggots on a carcass, or like- you get the point. That's just simply what she is.”
Bruce feels like this entire day is setting up to already be awful, call it a gut feeling or intuition, he just knows he's going to regret getting out of bed this morning.
“…. She's a witch.” He doesn't even bother to act polite in the moment, he'd rather deal with aliens in Gotham than a magic user. Please don't be serious, please don't be serious-
“Mhmm! The best of the best! You should see the old purse get going when she's had a bit of Googie juice, she'll predict futures, look at your past lives, and contact the forgotten things in the cold dimension. She also likes magic mud wrestling.” You again turn on your heel and head for the door after dropping that on Bruce and Alfred, clearly not caring for the impact you've created.
“Oh my God…. Wait, wait a minute.” Bruce scrubs a hand down his face and quickly grabs at your arm before you get too far, what the hell is wrong with you?
Alfred steps in front of you as well, effectively cutting off your path. “Mx Addams, don't you think you should get yourself cleaned up right now? I'm certain it'll make looking for your grandmother…. Easier on the public.”
Him and Bruce share a relieved look over your shoulder when you glance down at yourself and frown, surely you're going to agree- “I see no issue here, I'm sure the blood of the wicked will attract her to me, like catnip!”
“Can you please do this one thing? Make my life just the tiniest bit easier today?” Does Bruce feel pathetic begging? Yes, yes he does. He doesn't like things deviating away from his ideals, even in his public persona he doesn't plead outside of something playful with non-acquaintance's. He's just glad Alfred doesn't look at him.
“i don’t usually make a habit of making things easy for people, but i suppose i could do this for my very good friend!” you don’t get what the big deal everyone is so focused on, but you’ll play ball. you wanna see if your roomies made it home all right anyways.
alfred and bruce both share a sigh of relief and start pulling you away from the main lobby to try and get you out a side door so you’re less likely to scare the general public. “wonderful, i’m sure your grandmother is fine….and the police will be keeping an eye out for her besides.”
you hum uncertainly as alfred speaks, yet still let the men guide you outside and towards their car. “i believe you my good friend, but i’m not sure they’ll want to find her. grandmama doesn’t like the authorities all that much.”
both men look at you questioningly as they usher you into their vehicle, bruce is the one to question you once you’re all seated. “is it a…witch thing?”
“hmm? oh, no. grandmama was arrested at stonewall.” at that bruce actually chuckles quietly in relief while alfred starts up the car.
“that sounds better than what i was imagining honestly…”
“really? now you’ve got me curious! she was casting fireballs at the police and nearly managed to catch one for a sacrifice but now i want to know what you were imagining, i want ideas!”
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after the awkward car ride back to your neighborhood you’re quick to say goodbye to the men and trot up the long driveway to your own manor, dodging around snapping carnivorous plants and aggressive vines, you don’t have time to be slowly eaten right now after all!
your hearse is parked in the driveway so clearly the dames made it home last night most likely in one piece, that man wasn’t very good with his knife after all, poor ladies. the angry screaming you can barely hear from in the manor confuses you though, it’s past tea time isn’t it? you check your pocket watch just to make sure you’re not mistaken.
“get out you big freak! get out of our house!” that sounds like pamela? surely the swamp rats didn’t get in again! when you open the front door you see what’s going on.
“you heard the redhead! get lost before we smash ya head open zombie!”
harley’s hanging off the moose head waving around one of your swords while pamela has plants wrapped around her arms and legs defensively, both women yelling at the top of their lungs at the statuesque figure standing stock still in your front room….
“(Name)? Watch out there's a big freak here-” Harley starts to yell but the words die out as you quickly shut the front door and dart in the room.
“lurch? oh is that really you my friend? i’m so happy to see you!” you quickly run over to the giant of a man and throw yourself at him while the two women fall silent at your sudden appearance, their expressions twisted in horrified confusion while the giant turns and wraps you in a bone-crushing hug, his face still as expressionless as when he first entered the home. “hello, master addams.”
the strange mans extremely deep voice makes the two confused women flinch, but you just laugh heartily while he squeezes the life out of you.
“you sneaky devil! did you come down with grandmama just to see me incarcerated? oh you should’ve told me! i would’ve thrown extra itching powder in a couple of the guest rooms!”
pamela sighs loudly and walks over to you, interrupting your reunion while her plants retreat to her arms like little green kittens. “hang on, hang on a second. this is one of your relatives?”
you glance over at her, still being held off the ground by the giant. “well, he has the heart of an addams so yes!”
harley quickly scrambles off the moose head and trots over to push pamela aside to question you. “forget about all that! how’re you home? i thought you was in the slammer?”
“i got bailed out!” lurch drops you like a potato sack and you land on your face, causing both women to wince before you leap back to your feet to continue on like nothing happened.
pamela looks confused though and quickly pushes harley out of her way to properly scowl at you with crossed arms. “i’m pretty sure you need to go through court and have a judge set your bail before you can-” “that’s not important right now, cousin venom! i’m home and i need to get cleaned up so i can go find grandmama…..she’s not here right?”
you quickly turn on your heel to stare up at lurch questioningly, he slowly shakes his head in response. “grandmama is in the city, master addams.”
you quickly whirl back around to face the two women again while dramatically gesturing at yourself. “so then i need to find her! i’m getting cleaned up and ready to go back out on the town before grandmama does something crazy, i’d like to watch it happen after all!”
“well have fun with that i guess, i’m laying low for a while…” pamela turns around and strolls off towards the direction of the library, leaving you with harley and lurch.
“welp, looks like it’s just us three then!”
“nuh-uh, nope. i’m staying here with my woman today…sorry kooky spooky.” harley shrugs and then quickly darts away before you can start lamenting at her or something. undeterred, you just grin up at the giant butler and turn towards the door. “looks like it’s just us two! come along mr lurch!”
he grabs the back of your coat and firmly stops you in your tracks before you can even take three steps. “master addams, aren’t you forgetting something.”
“um….i didn’t forget grandmama? she ran away so it’s a technicality my good friend.”
“master addams, you were saying you wished to bathe first?”
startled, you look down at your blood-covered self as if you’d completely forgotten why you went home in the first place.
“oh right!”
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This has to be a meta, there's no other explanation in Jason's mind when he's looking up at an elderly woman on top of a three story building that doesn't have any ladders or fire escapes on it, maybe it's a cruel, cruel prank someone's pulling on the old bat. For her part she looks rather comfortable nestled in between air conditioning vents and old satellite stands, a falling-apart shawl covers her moth chewed dress and slippers, and…..a lantern sits in the crook of her elbow? Jason doesn't wanna ask. and the poor things bone white hair is a total birds nest around her shoulders. Jason's certain this is a woman who needs a caretaker. Hopefully she's not hurt…
“uh, miss?…. Ma'am can you hear me up there?”
she doesn't so much as twitch at Jason's voice, she's just staring straight ahead with a vacant expression on her wrinkled face like she hasn't a care in the whole world. either she's hard of hearing or she's having a medical event, the thought is enough to spur Jason into action and he quickly starts looking for a way up there.
He circles the building and sees that the only doors in are securely locked and there's no windows on the first floor for him to climb on or break through, so he goes to the neighboring building and climbs the fire escape.
It's an easy jump, though he really doubts the elder managed something like that herself judging by the look of her. She's still sitting when Jason lands with a thump and carefully walks over to her, she could be startled and slip after all.
“Ma'am?….I mean you no harm, I'm just here to check on you…” he speaks slowly and loudly, trying to approach her from the side with raised hands so she might see him without getting scared or something.
She blinks and looks over at him unconcerned, barely even sparing him a glance before looking back over the narrows like it's the most interesting place to be. “Hmm, there you are boy. I was starting to wander when you'd show up, help your grandmama up now.”
She holds her unoccupied arm up expectantly, so Jason carefully pulls her to her feet and steadies her while pulling her away from the buildings ledge, this must be a dementia situation or something, the thought makes his chest ache just a bit but he pushes it down to focus on the woman. “I'm here, let's get you down and get you some help…”
The old lady scoffs and gestures at him with her lantern while he leads her. “don't rush me! I'm still listening!”
She tugs on his arm while gesturing at her ears, which Jason is certain don't work properly, he has a feeling she's maybe stuck in a memory or something since Gothams rather quiet at the moment, unless she's listening to the traffic? He has doubts.
“…oh yeah? Can you sit on this vent and listen? I should make a call real quick…” he's not quite sure how to get her down without doing something that'll jostle and possibly hurt her. So he's got no choice but to call in some backup. Maybe someone with a pole truck with a built in wheel chair?
“Shhh, they're talking about you…” she loudly shushes him, fingers pressed against her thin lips while her unfocused eyes seem to stare through him rather than at him. Jason tries not to shiver.
“all good things I hope, now just sit tight-” he's interrupted by her again shushing him, it's a bit of a struggle to not roll his eyes at her antics now, Jason has to remind himself that she's probably unwell at the moment.
“Shhh….ahh, I see. I see…I'll tell him. Boy, it's not your fault.” The old lady huffs out while dropping down on the vent with a soft thump, her thinning white brows pinch together while her lips pull down into a grimace and she keeps tilting her head around like she's listening to something. It's creeping Jason out, but he ignores it to pull his phone out.
“What's not my fault.” he mutters gruffer than he intended while unlocking his phone, god he needs to get a lid on things.
“Your death.”
Her simple spoken words knock all the thoughts right out of his head though, the tiny thing is just gaping up at him unblinkingly like she's waiting for him to react. Is this a joke? Surely it's not fuck with Jason week just yet. “I-excuse me?”
What the fuck is he supposed to say to that?
She continues on with the same tone of voice like it's nothing. “It's not your fault you died, you weren't ever the bad one out of the bunch, boy. No matter what the living said about it after the fact. The voices know for a fact and they never lie, except when they want to of course.”
She nods her head with some finality before again looking away from him and starting to leer at some pigeons flying above them.
It feels like someone just dumped cold water on his head and slapped the shit out of him, Jason nearly drops his cellphone in what can only be described as animalistic panic, he can feel every hair on his body standing on edge, every breath feels like he's pulling it through a tube, his eyes and mouth feel as dry as sand. He doesn't know what to do for a moment as he hears his heartbeat pounding up in his ears.
“…. What are you-” she again shushes him and points around the empty rooftop. “Don't question it, you'll never be able to decipher their words if you don't listen to them first.”
“What the fuck.”
The old lady cackles at his vulgar words and she honest to God sounds like a stereotypical witch, Jason doesn't know what to do with himself besides backing away from her slowly, what has he walked himself into here!??
“You younguns and your swearing, back in my day we used proper curses when we had the need. Now no one even learns Latin.” She cackles again and slowly pushes herself onto unsteady feet, and then promptly runs away from Jason.
“Wait-oh shit.” Jason follows after her albeit reluctantly, she's probably a mind reader or maybe a magic user? But some part of him is still kinda worried about her popping a hip or something…
“Damn it…come back here ma'am!” He didn't even get her name so he can check if a home is missing some Eldritch horror granny from their care.
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Was Alfred pleased to see the Addams blood free and not smelling like pennies? Yes, but he doesn't appreciate being jump-scared by their very tall friend…
He was just opening the door to the excessive loud knocking when a very large hand landed roughly on his shoulder and nearly knocked him over, he thought he was being attacked before he heard that familiar chipper voice. “Alfred! I've done as asked and look who i brought to meet you!”
He reels back in alarm while you throw both your hands at the tall man, like a celebrity showing off their date to the cameras. The blank stare and dull eyes creep him out far more than he'd care to admit.
“….I see, hello there mister…?” Alfred reluctantly sticks a hand out for a handshake, trying not to grimace at the pair on the front stoop. He's quite relieved when the large man doesn't squeeze him too much.
“Lurch.”
“ah…. Hello master lurch.”
“it's just lurch.”
Alfred just nods mutely before turning away to go find Bruce, preferably quickly. He's not going to argue over titles with the man.
Assuming the open door is an invitation, you stroll right in and follow after Alfred while lurch trails after you dutifully, the place is much too clean and bright for your taste but hey, as Harley says you shan't yuck someone else's yum.
“Ahem, You keep a very…. Nice place here, Alfred.” You say politely while dragging a finger along the underside of a random display table, checking for grime or maybe cobwebs, but alas there isn't even any spiders in here! Lurch steadies a vase you nearly bump over and pulls you away from the table.
To his credit Alfred looks completely composed again despite how you and your companion startled him earlier, he manages to chuckle weakly at the obviously forced compliment as he walks further down the halls, you're like a gothic little duckling that quickly follows after his step. “Thank you, I take great pride in my work for the Wayne's.”
You grin broadly and quickly move up beside him so you can walk backwards to chat with the man. “So does our sweet lurch! You two have so much in common already I think you'd make the best of friends!”
With a quick glance over his shoulder Alfred watches as the stone faced man follows the both of you with a scowl frozen on his odd face, Alfred quickly looks ahead before they make eye contact.
“…. That's lovely, master Addams…” he mutters dryly.
“Alfred, is that the new freak across the hill?” Damian peeks his head around a doorframe with a frown on his face, glaring at the two guests like he already hates them, Alfred doesn't even have time to scold the boy before dick's already on it. The man popping around the same doorframe to frown at the preteen.
“Damian be nice, that's not how you talk to Bruce's neighbor.” he smiles awkwardly at you while eyeing lurch warily, tugging on his gym shirt half self-consciously before he casually steps around Damian to greet you.
“sorry about him, you know how kids are…”
“What, honest? I am the freak across the hill so I don't see an issue, what's your name young gentleman?”
Damian steps around dick, who was trying to subtly signal him to back off, to stand in front of you with that scowl still firmly in place. He refuses your offered handshake and instead looks you up and down judgingly.
“Damian Wayne, why are you in my house, freak?”
You just grin wider at the boys attitude. “Oh you're delightful, my niece Wednesday would love you….Actually, why am I in here?” you glance at Alfred real quick while the older man let's out a long suffering sigh.
“I was going to go fetch master Bruce so we could discuss your grandmother's disappearance.”
Dick looks over at you with a raised eyebrow in question. “Your Granny's missing?”
“Mhmm, she's somewhere in Gotham allegedly. Though she could've finally keeled over somewhere so I can't say for sure.”
The three Wayne's stare at you in silence before lurch leans down to speak to you. “Mistress frump would've started haunting you by now if she were deceased.”
You hum considerably and stroke your chin as you consider your cousins butler's words. “Hmm, good point lurch. Well since she's probably still alive I plan to go find her before she gets into trouble.”
Dick manages to snap back first and tries to force a casual air when he speaks. “You're worried about her, huh. I'm sure she's be going to be okay.”
You blink confusedly and slowly shake your head at that, what an odd question! “No, not at all. I'd like to watch grandmama get into some kind of perilous situation, it's practically an Addams tradition!”
Damian's scowl deepens as he follows after you, his tone even more venomous than before. “Father was right, you really are a horrible creature.”
“Damian!” Both Alfred and dick say scoldingly, Alfred shaking his head exasperatedly while dick tries to keep a polite smile on his face as he looks at you, it looks painful at this point.
You spin around and slap a hand over your heart dramatically. “He said that about me?….”
“I'm sure it was a joke-” dick tries to comfort you but you quickly cut him off with an odd giggle. “…I didn't realize Mr Wade was so sweet! I've not been called a creature in so long…”
Dick drags a palm down his face while muttering a “I should've expected that…” to himself, turning away from you to stroll down the hallway, Alfred and Damian follow after him so of course so do you and lurch. You're curious if the Wayne manor has any interesting rooms in it or if everything is just clean marble.
Unfortunately everything's clean and not at all disgusting or odd, there's not even a play room from what you've seen! No torture racks or even any poison set out for guests, the place honestly feels a bit unwelcoming.
“so why’d you stab that guy, freak? do you think you can do what you want in this city just because you’re rich?” damian glares back at you as you follow him, the kids eyes full of distrust and caution, he watches you like you’re a fox in the coop, it’s so endearing! “not at all! I would've stabbed the man if I didn't have a penny to my name, in fact a was surprised I was bailed out, I was under the impression I was going to prison or perhaps that lovely little institution in town.”
Dick gives you a confused look. “Institution? You mean Arkham asylum?”
Just as you nod Bruce rounds a doorway and pauses upon seeing the group in front of him, his brows furrowing while you excitedly wave at him. “…. Is something wrong with Arkham?
Alfred and dick both quickly shake their heads. “No, just a little…. Conversation with your neighbor here.”
Dick jabs his thumb over his shoulder in your direction, Bruce tries not to stare at lurch as you again wave enthusiastically at him.
“I see….. Well Addams I was just going to call you, it's about your grandmother…”
“really!?” You immediately perk up and dart closer to Bruce, Damian jumps in front of the man though and points at you aggressively. “watch it! No sudden moves in our home, freak.”
Bruce is quick to correct Damian before anything can escalate, he gently grabs his shoulder while gesturing at you. “Damian, mind your manners. Sorry about him, now your granny is…”
He trails off with pursed lips, his face tense in such a way that you and everyone else start to think the worst, or best depending on who you ask. Bruce sighs and releases Damian to grab his phone to show you something.
“…is this her?” The man already sounds resigned before he even presses play, you watch a news reel of an elderly woman wrestling with a…. Scary monster? It's huge, scaly skinned with long curled dark claws and yellowed worn fangs to match, the crocodilian tail lashes wildly as it tries in vain to wrestle off the elderly woman in the shawl. You replay the short clip a few times just to try and get a better look at everything…
“that's definitely grandmama…. Who is that….. That Handsome crocodile man?”
When you look up you see four separate looks of disappointment directed at you, clearly the Wayne's have no taste.
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A/n: wow this is a long chapter 😐 I didn't even get to Grandmama yet but this was getting out of hand! Anyways I hope y'all are having a lovely day/night and remember to take care of yourselves! 😚🖤💜🖤
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I've been tracking this down for a while now and I've finally found confirmation of what I suspected: Google Maps imagery for Piha Beach in Aotearoa New Zealand captured the setup for filming of Our Flag Means Death's Season 2, Episode 8!
[EDIT 25 June: the north end current imagery is sadly no longer this version, but I've captured it for posterity here, and it's still visible in the free Google Maps Pro app- read on for more info].
On the left is the north end of Piha Beach with the inn set. On the right is the south end carpark with the film crew base.
Why is that cool to me? Because it truly was a fleeting moment in time, no more than a handful of days of possibility, and yet it was captured as the image on the map, at least for a period of time. As an archaeologist I love a moment preserved in time, and in this one you can even see the OFMD production crew on the beach and on the path. It's places and people caught in the flashbulb of this aerial image.
The specifics of how I pinned down the imagery and the date are in this Twitter thread, but the short version is, I was hunting for a better visual on the area immediately surrounding the inn while writing Full Fathom Five, and noticed that the carpark in particular seemed to line up exactly with images from the final day of filming.
The final day of filming overall was 13 December 2022, filming at Piha was on 12 December 2022, and this aerial image was taken on 11 December 2022.

I had already been through the first image to make a comparison to the aerial map and it looked like a match, but Google Maps had 2024 in their attribution. [Noting that I'd put 13 Dec on my image notes, but I'd got that tangled with the last day of filming in the Kumeū studio the next day, and it was 12 Dec on location].


Thankfully Google Earth came through with the actual date.
And I just took a further dig into Google Earth Pro, which allows you to switch between previous satellite images, and it confirms a date of 11 December 2022 for the north end image as well.
[EDIT 9 September 2024- thinking about this again and suddenly realised... you know what, very often things will put the date it was in the US when a picture was taken, even when that picture was taken on the other side of the world, in a different timezone. Which made me realise that actually, if this was taken on the 11th of December in the US, that was on the 12th of December in AoNZ. A quick search shows that Google Maps confirms the date can be one day out, so- odds increasing that we're seeing the actual filming of Ep8 here!]
You can also compare this to a few months earlier in March 2022, right around the premiere of OFMD S1 (everything moved so fast in hindsight!) when there was no inn in that spot.
Which means we now know that for now, if you hop onto Google Maps (not Google Earth, because they have a different image for the north end that does come from 2024) and zing on down to Piha Beach, you can take a look at a preserved moment in time from the filming of S2Ep8.
[EDIT 25 June: the north end image has now been updated to the 2024 version across all of Google Maps and Google Earth, but the south end is for now still from the filming day. You can find the previous version for the north end on Google Earth Pro].
You can hop straight to the inn here.
And straight to the parking lot here.
And remember to put the layers into Satellite mode to view the aerial imagery.
Everything that was/is shown at the north end lines up with what we've seen both in the show and in behind the scenes content, all of which I delved into in this Twitter thread last month. That goes into a lot more detail about specifics, but the evidence is solid across the board.
The sandy path that runs beside the inn is a distinct feature seen in the show.


The peak that sits behind it, likewise (from Google Maps user uploads here and here).



The inn itself, and the way the path gives way to an unseen carpark, from Simone Nathan's TikTok video.


Based on all of that, it's easy to see that we've got our inn right here circled in red, preserved in that moment in time, even though it was no doubt taken down as soon as filming was done.

Prep looks like it took a couple of days before filming; filming was pretty much done in a day, according to an article at the time.
So, there you have it- it's a minor little thing and it won't be up forever, but for now you can hop into Google Maps and see an aerial view adjacent to the filming of S2Ep8 at Piha. The other beach scenes from Eps 1, 3 and 8 were filmed at Te Henga/ Bethells Beach.
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Basic Pathologic 3: Quarantine Cheats
To use any cheats, toggle open the developer overlay with Ctrl+Shift+`. This view will default to the Info menu, which displays information about your hardware and performance. Use the dropdown in the top left to switch between menus.
From the Settings menu, you can toggle on and off several useful cheats as well as in-game settings. Here are the most useful options:
Debugs:
UIVisible: Turning the entire user interface off is basically “photo mode” – useful to take pretty screenshots. You’ll need to turn it back on to access the map or menus.
DebugMove: Get around quickly! Enables jumping, and boosts your running and jumping speed. This allows you to go out of bounds.
DevMenu:
DebugVisible: Enables a submenu of the Main Menu from which you can load saved games, and another that lets you load into any scene in the game. If you try to load a scene that doesn’t exist (like Grief’s lair), the game will hang while loading.
From the Console menu, you can enter commands to affect the game state. Type “?” to view the list of all commands.
camera: Use “camera Fly” and “camera FirstPerson” to toggle a fast fly camera mode which does not move the player entity.
game_save: Use this command to save your game. You can add a second argument to specify the save file name.
item_add: Type “item_add ?” to view the list of all items, then “item_add item_name.def” to add them to your inventory.
player_parameter: View and modify various player setting values.
time_set: Sets the time of day. For example, “time_set 13h 30m 2s” for 1:30:02 pm. This appears to only affect the skybox.
weather_set: Sets the current weather (type “weather_set ?” for the list). For example,
“weather_set Empty 0” disables all clouds.
“weather_set Clouds 0” makes the skies entirely overcast.
"weather_set "Rain 0.8" 0" makes it overcast and furiously raining.
“weather_set MainMenu 0” changes the weather to localized rain, while small clouds quickly blow past.
#The rest are either not super useful or we're still figuring them out :-)#quarantine#pathologic#console
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Brief summary: The tree roots suck the gray water. Raon's group descend to help Cale's group. Cale grows a gray forest.
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The glutton priestess really went all out today. The roots of the four giant trees in the canyon descended, and began sucking the gray water. Even though some roots burst, new roots continued to devour the gray water.
Raon's group helped Cale. Raon took care of Cale's group while CH attacked the strong GoC believers.
Choi Han only swung his sword with an indifferent face. In front of him, a cult leader of the God of Chaos shouted. “Do you dare think that a mere mortal can stop the God of Chaos from doing what they want to do!” At those words, Choi Han moved his sword and replied. “Yes.” He added. “We have a god, too.”
I laughed at this part. 😂 I know that CH was referring to the Sun God because the Sun God church NPCs were with him, but Caleism made me think he was referring to Cale. 🤣🤣🤣
Meanwhile, the twin wanderers were in awe and shock at Cale fighting back against a god's power. Ryeon even called Cale a "transcendent." 😂😂😂
Sun God Paladin Boltien recognized Cale despite the different hair color. And the Sun God saintess NPC noticed the unconscious Alberu and realized that he was the hero, and prayed to her god to help him. She summoned a ball of light that dispelled the chaos, which also inadvertently made the Sword of the Sun enter Fast Charging mode. 😂
The part about the two users was also funny:
The head that had been bowed stopped and turned in the direction where the sound was heard. Two people were seen coming down late, riding on the remaining giant roots. "Human, don't worry about them! They're good people!" Cale let his guard down at Raon's words. "Fucking awesome!" "Hey, are you filming this properly? This is supposed to get 10 billion views!" "Crazy, I'm crying! Look at our cute baby dragon!" "You crazy attention whore! Is this the time to see that? Who is that redhead? Is he a god?" Cale did not have time to worry about them. Of course, he regretted this decision very much later on. Very, very much.
Cale getting mistaken as a god by the users. 🤣🤣🤣 And that last line of Cale regretting his decision later. 🤣🤣🤣
The last part of the chapter was amazing. Cale raised the Knife of Chaos he was still holding with both hands, and said, "Grow up. Swallow them all." At his words, trees grew from the roots, creating a forest. But because the roots swallowed the gray water, the trees were all colored gray. And all the branches of the trees were pointing to one direction, towards the center where Cale was.
A GoC believer who witnessed the scene was so overwhelmed, and thought that the trees were protecting Cale and them believers too at Cale's command. He unconsciously muttered, "Oh my god-"... Wait, did he just get converted to Caleism? 🤣🤣🤣
Ending Remarks Cale was on the verge of fainting and Alberu was on the verge of waking up... So those two were going to switch roles, and thus fulfil that flag of Cale fainting and Alberu taking over? 😂😂😂 Next chapter would then be Alberu stepping up and becoming a hero.
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MDNI | Themetober: Contract
Warlock!Zayne x Frost Goddess!Reader
CW: DnD-ish setting, slight temperature play, soul binding via sex, squirting, reader is fucked on a throne, cowgirl at the end, creampie.
tags: @sweetchildcloud
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Coming from a family of highly respected warlocks, where each member had been born with their magical gifts, he was the only one who had not been born with magical talent. This led to a rather difficult upbringing, with countless trials and dangerous errors that were to see if he had simply been a late bloomer. However, the truth hung heavy over him—he was an outlier in the family—but it only drove him to seek alternatives. That ambition and desire for magic was what led him to you.
The many books and scrolls he scoured in his family’s extensive library did little with the description of you and your beauty. The man expected the frost goddess to be a creature made entirely of ice, or even something more along the lines of a half-decayed, frozen corpse. Not a beautiful woman draped in elegant furs, sitting atop her throne of ice. It was as if you had been waiting for him.
“Traveler, why do you tread upon my domain?” Gods above, even your voice caught him off-guard. So heavenly and sweet to his ears. He watched as you shifted in your seat, switching positions as one leg crossed over the other. “You seek something, do you not?”
Nodding slowly, he stepped forward, still keeping his gaze locked with yours. “Power,” the man answered. The light in your eyes was evident, as was the amused smile that graced your delicate lips. “I desire power.”
Your eyes squinted slightly as you slowly looked him up and down, assessing him a bit more now that he was closer. “Power?” You questioned. Silence followed shortly after as you continued staring at him, and he watched as your legs switched places with one another. “Then you must know that what you seek comes with a price.”
“I am aware,” Zayne replied. His readings into alternatives for harnessing magic was what led him to come across pacts. Making one with certain creatures would grant the user the magic they so desperately sought. However, choosing a creature to do that with was rather important. Many beings of the supernatural were cunning and no-good. If one did not think clearly, they could lose more than they desired to gain.
He was aware. A small hum fell from your lips in response as your body leaned forward a little, with your arms flat against the armrests of your icy throne. “A pact is what you seek.” Zayne watched as you rose from your seat and descended the small, snow-covered steps as you made your way down to him. “Then allow me to give you that which you so desperately desire.”
Most patrons sealed their pacts in simple ways: handshakes, substance consumption, a kiss, or even the simplicity of a worded agreement. The written word never detailed your means of enacting a pact, which he assumed was along the lines of either a handshake or a verbal agreement—but oh, how wrong he was about that.
You sat back on your throne, with your legs spread wide as he fucked into you. Zayne kept one hand gripping the armrest of the throne while the other cupped the underside of your thigh, angling your leg back slightly—just enough for him to reach deep into your cunt. Your velvety walls had his cock in an icy grip, and the sheer cold seeping from your body and into his not only made him shiver, but twitch at how much he liked the feeling. A deity of pure, raw ice—an element he admired since he was a child, and his reason for wanting you as his patron.
A moan snapped him from his thoughts as he focused on you now. Half-lidded eyes, parted lips that panted with every hard and fast thrust—it drove him wilder than he liked to believe. Your hands moved to cup his face, and the icy touch sent a wave of shivers down his spine while his cock throbbed inside your slick cunt.
“Faster,” you demanded.
His hips obeyed, smacking harshly against yours repeatedly while groaning at the way you clenched around him every so often. It was a heavenly feeling, and one he knew would never have been obtained if he had been born with magical talent. Zayne wasn’t too pious of a man, but he silently thanked whatever deity above stripped that gene from his genetic makeup when born.
Another moan fell from your lips, and he groaned a bit harshly when your nails dug into the warm flesh of his cheek, but he loved it. Your delicious noises and icy touch had him wrapped around you, and the contract hadn’t even been completed yet.
His body shifted forward a little as he moved his other hand beneath your thigh, gripping the plump flesh as he steadily leaned your legs back. This position was better, with your ankles at your ears, allowing his cock to penetrate you deeper and with more ease.
Zayne watched your head fall back, resting against the thick fur that lined the back of your shoulders. “So beautiful,” he whispered. His breaths came out in quick huffs, and his brows creased as a sudden thought formed in his mind. Without warning, his hands quickly and carefully—without slipping out of you—pulled you up, switching your positions so that you sat in his lap while he sat back in your throne.
A surprise, truly, but one you savored as his hips bucked up, ramming his dick up into you at a relentless pace. Your arms had to wrap around his neck to keep yourself steady as his hard length bullied your pussy. “Such boldness,” you whispered, only to let out a moan shortly afterward. The man groaned again, his hands roaming over your cold body before finding solace at your hips. “My power will be yours. Every ounce at your disposal.”
Your hips brushed forward as your chest pressed up against his, and he buried his face into the crook of your neck. The warmth of his skin was chilled at the touch, and his digits dug into your flesh as he began to slam you down onto him the at the same time in which he thrusted up into you. The added pleasure clawed at your core—a feeling you hadn’t experienced in centuries—and you craved more of it. You craved more of him.
Zayne’s hips sputtered slightly, his thrusts falling out of rhythm as he neared his release. He had never thought that one day he would fuck a goddess, let alone spilling himself inside of one—but he also never thought that he would make a pact with one, either. He soon came without warning, having slammed you down on him while he bucked up into you one final time, groaning as his white, hot seed spurted out against your awaiting walls.
Your arms tightened around his neck in response, and ice seeped from your body and onto his as you cried out in pure ecstasy while gushing around him. The crackling of the element only made him want to continue his movements, albeit slower now, until he finally pulled out, causing his cum and your juices to dribble from your cunt and down the curves of your ass.
He still held you in his lap, and his grip on your hips loosened when you shifted slightly. Zayne’s hazel green eyes locked onto your own, and the ice that had seeped onto his body earlier slowly retracted back into yours. “The pact has been made,” you told him.
He nodded, but still, there was a certain question that still nagged at his brain for an answer. “I’ve never read of a patron using this as a form of pact agreement.”
“Mortal writing is outdated,” you chuckled. Your hand cupped his face before giving it a slight squeeze. “Though fret not. Pacts with me do not come easily for those that desire it. I am a patron only to those who I deem worthy.” Your face inched closer to his. “And you, sweet mortal, have proved yourself to be fit enough to bestow my power unto you.” Zayne hummed softly in response. “Your soul is now tethered to mine. Consider this contract signed.”
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Your ring a ding hc post is genuinely so awesome I’m on my hands and knees thanking you for feeding us please give us any and all nsfw content you have of this beautiful man PLSSS YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD 😭😭😭
Awhh thank you, anon!! I have a small fanfic idea I've had in my skull, but I've never posted a fic on Tumblr!! Maybe one day! For now.. I have more headcanons!!
!! MR. RING-A-DING / LUX IMPERATOR !!
-- NSFW HEADCANONS!
! ⚠️ This post contains NSFW. You've been warned. MDNI. ⚠️ !
He has a very prominent side vein. But, he can switch it from one side to the next.
If he plays his cards right, he's able to mold into shapes, like they did in old cartoons. So.. Put an image in your head, sweet users...
Due to him being light, he loves the light being on during sex, as I said previously. Why would he want the light off when he can view your stunning face, and admire your beautiful body? Every curve, quirk, flaw.. Naturally human!
FOR FEMALE READERS - He likes sucking on your boobs. It's weird, but bending over for him when you're riding, he'll do it immediately. It's harsh and fast, and his movements speed up. Woah mama!
FOR MALE READERS - He likes tracing you inch by inch. His rubbery digit glides up your cock, doing a small tiptoe motion, sound effects included. He presses his thumb against the tip and all, a playful 'HONK!' Plays. Woah!
He's mainly a dom. But, he doesn't mind being submissive!
... He can change the taste of it. Yes. You heard me right. He can.. Weirdly enough. Change the taste of it.
You worked your mouth against the rubbery cock of the toon, your eyes shut as you felt his cock invade the warm surroundings of your mouth. He tasted... Alright. He wasn't a certain taste or anything just ... A taste.
You must've made a sort of sour face, because suddenly, a sad, violin played. Your eyes opened and looked up, his eyes wide, some big tears flooding the bottom.
"Awhh, darn! You don't like my taste..?" His pig nose sniffled out, his head gently tilting as the sound increased. When you went to pull away to answer, his hand suddenly grabbed the top of your head, pushing you onto it more. His tears seemed to dry immediately as his heart started to beat from his chest. Tacky, you must admit.
"HH-- Here! Try thisss-" He panted, as he snapped his fingers, and you watched him shiver. His skin suddenly gained stripes, that changed color, going down to his cock. Before the color went away.
And suddenly, all you tasted was sugar... It tasted so good. You started to try to taste as much as you could...
That seems to be what he wanted, his head tilting back as stars began to circle his head.
"WOOAAAHH, MAMA!!" He howled out, his heart beating out of his chest, his antenna curling up into a heart shape.
When going soft, he makes a sad little deflating sound.
His soundtrack? Yeah. It gets louder when he busts, and it starts going haywire.
When he's done, and you look at him, he has stars around his head, and heart-eyes.
During the act, he commonly has the same issue. Heart-eyes. All the time.
He's a drooler. If you're in doggy, you'll feel his drool dripping onto you.
He uses the pictures and video of you he has to get off when you're not around.
He isn't too greedy, thank Gods. But, he does get TOOOO into it.
Which means overstim.
When he wants something, he takes it. Trust.
He loves lipstick prints. That is all I'll say.
Yes...
You get some photos and videos of him too. Enjoy, 'sweetie-pie'!
Favorite positions are commonly spread-eagle and doggy-style! He likes the openness and the control! Plus, it's easier on his size!
He doesn't mind being ridden tho..
Be warned! Riding him means he will wrap his arms around your waist and hold onto you closely!
Pet-names galore. In and out of bed. 'Sweetie-pie', 'toots', 'baby', 'babes', etc!
He thoroughly believes you are his. He will make sure you know this. And he won't let you think otherwise.
He's a bit obsessive and possessive. It shows during sex, how he talks to you, 'all mine!', all of that.
Bleghh!! Thank you anon for asking for more, sorry it took so long and it's more short!
I'm glad you guys like my writing! Mwah!
As always, ignore any fuckups!
#reillyposts#mr ring a ding#mr ring-a-ding#mr. ring a ding#mr. ring-a-ding#lux imperator#reillys headcanons#mr. ring a ding headcanons#lux imperator headcanons
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Superman and Daredevil swap bodies for a day
I want to read a fic where Matt ends up in the DC universe in the body of a solar powered alien while Clark goes to Marvel in the body of a blind Lawyer. How does it happen? Dunno maybe Matt wishes he could have a chance to see again just for a day and Clark wishes to experience regular human aches and pains.
I just want the JL to hear this guy in Supes’ body say something absolutely devastating like “I have sight again but what’s the point if I’ll still never see my best friend’s face?”
And the Justice League, assuming this guy is from an alternate timeline or parallel universe say “Don’t cry!” (He was crying because the lights are so fucking bright) “We have a picture of Batman right here!” (Bats is unavailable so the League is left to be stupid on their own)
Matt’s just like, “Why would my best friend be called Batman? If anything I’m Batman.” (He’s making an echolocation joke)
And the League is just like whoah a blind Batman!
And he’s all yeah it happened when I was a kid what’s the big deal?
So now the Justice League think he’s Bruce Wayne from a timeline where he was blinded when he lost his parents.
And another misunderstanding happens when Matt asks if the Justice League is this world’s version of the Avengers. The JL instantly assume he’s referring to some kind of villainous or tyrannical group and that he’s from one of the bad timelines. (They have a bit of a point on this one given that literally there’s no need to avenge something that is all good.)
Anyway none of think to question why Matt is handling Superman’s powers and super hearing because duh Batman can adapt to anything.
Meanwhile Matt, who is not Batman is mostly freaking out on the inside because WTF is going on? He can see which is a whole bunch of information he doesn’t know how to deal with. His hearing is still good but his sense of touch is shot. Like seriously, Matt feels like he could shrug off being hit by a bus. What is up with that?
In another universe entirely, Clark gets punched in the face and OW that really hurts! Suddenly he’s fighting blind, literally, and his powers aren’t working! What’s going on? Kryptonite? Ugh, a kick to the stomach, how does Bats walk this stuff off?!?
Somehow he makes it out of that fight, stumbling to a place he can take a moment to think. A quick pat down reveals he’s not in his own body so retreat is definitely in order. But where? He doesn’t even know where or who he is!
Luckily it’s a Team Red team up and Spidey and Deadpool soon notice their Double D looking not so hot. Spider-Man panics because it’s gotta be bad if Daredevil is showing pain. He picks him up and leaps into the air to get him to Matt’s apartment. Anyway Clark now knows what it’s like to be carried by super strong and fast teammate and he’s not sure he likes it.
Deadpool meets them back at the apartment maybe through his fourth wall breaking powers knows what’s going on? Anyway he decides to be a troll and convinces Clark that Spider-Man is made out of spiders while Peter is in the bathroom. Then they tuck Clark in to bed and tell him to call out sick to work.
He does but since that would be out of character for Matt Foggy shows up demanding to know what is going on. Clark is in a world of hurt. Who knew getting beat up could feel this bad? And this guy keeps insisting that he’s always worked through it before, are you dying? And now Clark has a new appreciation for humans.
Don’t know how to wrap this up but once their 24 hours are up Matt and Clark switch back. Maybe logic users from both sides undo it or something.
I know this is a crazy premise but I kept reading fanfics that mention Superman’s hearing and the idea wouldn’t leave me.
#full disclosure#I know more about fanon than canon#so if any of this is wonky that’s why#this is so stupid#marvel x dc#dcxmcu#dc x mcu#daredevil#matt murdock#Superman#clark kent#team red#justice league#Batman#Spider-Man#deadpool#crossover prompt#I’m begging you to write this#someone please write this
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