#Hexa Blade

[kaiserouo]

i play maplestory for the plot /j

[mxalexwhat]

DropOut cast members who've guest starred on Hello from the Magic Tavern

Sam Reich - King Gunthir Mossback

Brennan Lee Mulligan - Death Knight Kalahaxorus the Grim, Hammer of the Eldathri and Foe of the Dindwariel, Guardian of the Shroud of Nazur, High Commander of the Blades of Zath, sworn champion of the Red Queen Merzia of Sthrix (played by Janet Varney)

Zac Oyama - Duncan Potatogrease, Guy Who Knows Some Magic

Ify Nwadiwe - Five Finger Flint Gunston Scoop Poopy

Ross Bryant - Soul Walker; Soul Walker Hexas Ranger; Crispix Versin Generix,

Erika Ishii - Kelvaxostrasymor Ebonwing

Vic Michaelis - Garli the Giant

Jacob Wysocki - Bone Mage

Bryan Murphy - Balgor the Unclean

Rehka Shankar - Coach Broth Moonwalker the centaur basketball coach

Anna Garcia - Winthrop McRottibotti the Corpse Collector

Greg Hess - Skullson Bastard, possible bastard of Skullmaster

Oscar Montoya - Inventory Imp

Zac Reino & Jessica McKenna - Snaken & Schnenessa; Azure & Cerulean, two of the three Great Blue Tigers; Tormaline the Dragon Teen & Wizla the Wind Sprite of the Wishing Well; Tormaline Wagon Teen & Wizla Applesnatch, girl who fell in the well; Twirl Squirrel & Girl Squirrel

(probably more, but I don't know if Paul F Tompkins or Hank Green are on Dropout that consistently to be considered Dropout cast)

[toons-inkwell]

SSKKKSSSTTT—We interrupt your usual Finding "Frankie" AU fic programming to present this star-crossed lovers Lucky Contestant X Monster Frankie fic titled:

LUCK-STRUCK

WARNINGS: Death, (somewhat) graphic violence, suicide talk/themes, and a good deal of cussing

Summary: Monster Frankie and Lucky are at the end of the line. The audience has grown bored of the same thing every season but neither are ready to say goodbye. With the uncertainty of what will happen, who will live, and what will come after, they take a second to look back on what they had before stepping out and giving the audience one final grand finale before finally understanding what went unspoken. (Author's notes in reblogs)

Slow, long strides were matched with short small steps down the waxed floor of a corridor. The long and spacious hallway was occupied by two different creatures, both of vastly different origins. One was a vicious temperamental killer, this bloodthirsty attitude dwelled within the mascot of the very area they were in, Frankie. Frankie wasn't just any mascot though, although he did represent the place with his imagery plastered just about everywhere, he was also responsible for its closure and current condition. Season after season, he was the sadist responsible for the death of hundreds as he remained undefeated in a twisted game show started by people lusting for money. Countless poor souls tempted by greed stepped inside only to have their dreams crushed by this monstrous rabbit, sometimes it was more than their dreams being crushed. Gutted, squished, decapitated, torn to bits, if you could imagine a gruesome demise there was a good chance Frankie was the one to give it to someone just for the fun of it. Oh god did he have fun with it. He was the star, the namesake of the entire thing with his role being the ruthless monster people tuned in or betted on to end lives. A beast created to kill with not one escaping his springy clutches.

Or at least, he was.

Besides him was the small masked human who was almost a victim to Frankie's bloodlust. Running, jumping, sliding, rail grinding, they did everything in their power to live once they made it to the parkour palace. They had expected to be chased by killer mascots but what they never anticipated was how good it would feel. Although they found themselves winded, scared, with the hairs on their body on edge each time something ran after them, they found it exhilarating. Initially coming for a reason they now looked back on and thought silly, the lucky contestant found something so much better in the twisted show.

It was them living that infuriated Frankie, even looking down at the human they could remember the day the contestant showed up. They were told to wait to kill them and holy fuck was it hard. He had the perfect opportunity to snag them in a vent, he could have so easily shoved their face into the rotating blades of a fan making a fine red mist out of the fragile human. Instead the *other* Frankie gave him specific instructions to keep the contestant alive, to let them go to at least boost ratings a bit before ending them. It was aggravating, it was his show, he shouldn't have had to share it with anyone and he made his opinion quickly apparent by disobeying orders. If that smiley bastard didn't interfere when he wasn't looking he would have succeeded in crushing that pest under his foot too, instead the contestant got by using sheer luck to escape. When that fucking prick showed his face again and tried to help the contestant once more, Frankie was quick to put an end to it. They had reached the end and he—unwillingly—went along with the plan. The contestant was at Hexa-Havoc meaning they werr all his, his to kill, his to rip apart in front of the cameras, it was his right to make them a martyr by displaying their organs across brightly colored hexagons to teach any future contestants what would happen if they dare FUCKED with HIS gameshow!

Instead the reverse happened. He was made a god damn fool in front of over 20,000 people with that audience count only rising each second. Thousands witnessed that costumed weirdo who randomly appeared dash back and forth, dodging him as the timer ticked down. Eventually once the lever lock timer was up the contestant lunged for it, barely any ground to stand on left. From the sky rained the sentient time bombs that were the little noob-noobs and then it was all over. Frankie's life flashed before his eyes, each and every human he killed and the different ways they screamed under their mask embedded into his memory. Their fearful eyes that were once such a delight now mocking him as he descended into a burning inferno that was in the pit of the parkour palace. His transmitted screams rang out from above, the TVs showing the screaming face of a cartoon variant of him as his body began to superheat and melt, and it was all because of that one contestant who had luck on his side. As he watched the contestant get saved from the same fate, them lucky enough to cling onto one of the precariously placed rails above the incinerator, he vowed to not only get his revenge but to take back all that he lost.

And next season, sure enough, he had the chance. It was a surprise to the rabbit but the contestant came back, this time with a whole lot less uncertainty in their actions much to his displeasure. Frankie never did get the chance to enact his revenge, the contestant once more proved to be more than capable of outplaying him. Season after season it repeated, a game with both parties trying to one-up the other and make it so the other would end up losing. Frankie had won for so long that after each loss he felt emotions surface he didn't even know he had, anger, bitterness, hate, it all brewed next to the constant humiliation in front of the audience that once applauded him and screamed his name as he eviscerated all those in his sight. Simultaneously, he also felt something else. Just like the pain he felt upon burning for the first time, the contestant's slowly shifting attitude and actions after the seasons intrigued him as it was all so new. He had plenty of chances to kill the person that proved to be a thorn in his side when off camera, but at the same time he didn't wish to. It was odd but actually trying to win stirred something in him, it was the same feeling the contestant got when being chased. It was a sort of unique thrill they shared with each other, their disdain and hatred slowly changing while the game did too. New obstacles were installed, parts of the parkour palace were renovated, the game was kept fresh with their rivalry enticing people to watch. What started off as a simple game to Frankie and as nothing more than a chance at something else to the contestant became something truly special to the two. Frankie found someone to actually challenge him and the contestant found a new identity as the people's champ. *Lucky* is what they called him, it's what Frankie—both of them—called him. It was something that the contestant embraced and a name Frankie soon found himself thinking about, even when the cameras stopped rolling.

The two came to a halt, both stopping to sit in the dead center of the hallway, neither wanting to go through giant doors with a sign above reading "season finale". No cameras were placed around, just powered off TVs allowing them a small shred of privacy and break. They wouldn't want to be caught dead this close to each other and not in their game of chase, but as it stood neither wished to run. Like the oncoming freeze of winter they both could sense something different in the air, something that neither had a good feeling about. The silence was deafening and both acted out of the norm of their usual circumstances, both predator and prey having a moment of respite.

With a nervous twitch Frankie eventually made the first move, his head turning to look over at a powered off TV mounted on a wall behind him. With less than a thought given he projected his consciousness to it, the much cuter cartoon version of the body he wore manifesting on it drawing Lucky's attention. Unlike the first time they saw the cartoon Frankie on screen, he held no madness in his eyes, instead it was just a somber gaze that shared the sentiment of worry.

["So... This is it huh?"]

Lucky looked downwards, breaking eye contact and nodding "guess so..."

Frankie grimaced, the one on the screen showing emotions whilst his physical body remained in that permanent grin. The silence filled the air once more and it became discomforting, neither wishing to be alone with their thoughts. If there wasn't something to focus on both Frankie and Lucky started to think about what would come next, the thought of after being scarier than the toothy rabbit with a thirst for blood. It was Frankie himself who was scared most by it, quick to speak just to pad time.

["... You think there's a god?"]

Lucky perked up, the question catching them off guard "what?"

["Ya know, god? You believe in one"]

"Uhh... Not really?..." Lucky trailed off and looked at the TV screen, Frankie seemingly wishing for a genuine response which prompted him to continue "I mean... Maybe? I can't say there's definitely not a god but there's no also no proof saying there is...why do you ask?"

["Ehh, I dunno"] Frankie shrugged, his physical body mirroring his movements on screen ["just a thought I suppose, as an AI I really don't think I should have a say on whether a god or not exists, but I know you humans pray to them and I've heard a whole lotta prayers while I–" he made a ripping gesture with his hands ["–ya know?"]

"mmm... Yeah, I hear you" Lucky fiddled with the costume they wore, the fabric sticking to their sweat laced skin underneath "I gotta wonder, do... Do you, uhh... Ever feel bad or anything?" He paused, unsure how to word it without sounding harsh or antagonistic "ya know...for the people you kill?"

["No... Well–not exactly? I mean, I certainly don't feel bad, I just wonder why they risked their lives in the first place?”] Frankie rubbed his chin, the sound his metal finger made making Lucky grimace under the mask ["It just doesn't make"]

"What doesn't make sense?"

["well if the people I kill risk their lives for a measly 5 million then come ooonnn~! They either gotta be a crook, stupid, or suicidal!"] Frankie counted on his fingers each adjective before he rolled his eyes ["I don't care about you humans that much but even I am smart enough to know 5 million dollars isn't going make the average person think they can avoid death where no one else could!"]

"Well, what if they have a family? Being desperate is a reason why a lot of people do things for cash"

["Well that makes even less sense! Why would you attempt to lose your life if you got people relying on you? It'd make more sense to kill someone else before trying to kill yourself for money"] Frankie's spring neck slowly started to extend towards the contestant ["which makes me wonder...]" Now looming over the human, Frankie lowered his face close to Lucky, the smell of rotten flesh still fresh ["which are you?..."]

Lucky squinted their eyes and glared at the rabbit, unphased by the familiar smell and sight "what are you getting at?"

["Well it's just you don't take ANY of the money!"] Frankie's head snapped back to its original position, bobbing ever so slightly on its spring ["If you had a family to feed you'd take it without a second thought and leave, if you were suicidal you'd just let me kill you, that just leaves you either being some criminal on the run with this being your only safety, or plain stupid"]

Lucky chuckled and gave a dismissive wave "heh, well I know I'm stupid for staying but as for why I found this place in the first place?..." They looked towards the big door awaiting them both, it's presence making any humor vanish "... It really was because I couldn't think of any better way to go out, after all dying live in front of thousands is a whole lot better than tying a noose around my neck"

["So why is it that you ran? Why didn't you just let me kill you, I don't know if you could tell but I wasn't really keen on listening to the asshole watching the cameras"]

"Yeah... I could tell real fast you didn't care if I made it to the end..." Lucky grumbled before registering the question. With a small bit of thought they answered, their voice cracking from a small bit of uncertainty in their own words "I suppose it was just instinct? I did think the money would be nice but I didn't really think I'd last long... When I heard about–" the gestured to the surroundings "–this I watched a few clips online to see what exactly I was getting into, upon finding out barely anybody made it past the lobby let alone the first obstacle course I just said fuck it, blew a few grand on your crap cereal, and when I actually got here I got ready to die..."

Frankie's ears twitched, by his cartoon version's face filled with intrigue ["...And then?"]

Lucky took a second to recuperate their scattered thoughts. The fear they felt, the hopeless knowledge of what would happen when they walked in through those doors and put on the suit was still so fresh even after years. With a sigh they began to speak again, their words holding the same confidence that grew in them overtime.

"I found it... Fun" they met Frankie's gaze, the blue lights of the rabbit's eyes a lot easier to look at than the headache inducing fluorescent lights above "I know I'm crazy but when you were chasing me it felt like I actually had a purpose, obviously my body just wanted to not die, basic science behind survival and all that, but after the initial fear started to fade and I could begin to think clearly I wanted more, it's why I kept going, it's why I didn't stop and give up, it's why I kept trying to get to the end and managing to outrun you"

["Atatata!"] Frankie sputtered ["let's get the story straight here, I "LET you live, reminder that the other called me back when I was so capable of killing you"]

"Oh of course, it's not like after when Henry was close to killing me you just couldn't let your fragile ego be broken so you tried to catch me when he was attempting to kill me as well" Lucky stood up, a snort was given as they recounted the past "oh! Oh! Can't forget 'STOP MESSING UP MY FUCKING GAMESHOW!' can we!?"

Frankie sat back, watching the human he could so easily crush begin to laugh. Way back when if anyone dared to mock him in such a way he would be quick to put them in their place, not even the other wouldn't be safe if they acted in such a manner. Frankie couldn't help but feel different when Lucky did it, like he actually liked getting mocked? It was strange, but it was sort of nice knowing his little outburst was memorable, that Lucky still recalled their first interaction. It gave him a sense of nostalgia that he had never had before.

["... You know, I actually liked it when you ran"]

Lucky's laughter was cut short, the words making him sputter and cough "CUGH! ugh! Wh-what!?"

Frankie covered his mouth and snickered ["I said: I actually liked it when you ran"] he shrugged ["you're the first little fucker who ever gave me a run for my money, well— I guess the company's money, but my point still stands, you were the first to make the game a bit more interesting and made me think about actually winning rather than just coming up with new execution strategies"]

"Ahh yes, I'm sooooo~ grateful I made you think about killing me rather than coming up with whatever sick shit you thought about before"

["You should be, you should also be grateful I never caught you because if I did I would of found out real fast if my springs were durable enough to be used as guillotine"] Frankie flicked the spring that acted as his arm ["there's a good chance they would of just painfully dug into your skin and strangled you, but I believe anything can be used to cut if you try hard enough"]

As grim as it sounded, and as genuine of a threat as it was, both cracked up laughing. It was dark, but to them it was playful. Death was really always how they played, it was the foundation of what they built and what kept their interactions interesting. As the time ticked by, and the laughter subsided, both knew the borrowed time they ran on had to be given back. If they spent too long out of the camera's view they knew the other would creep in with a camera to catch their bonding moment. Both would rather be caught dead than having the audience know of them. It was a bit more than fondness of course, although neither wanted to admit it. Instead they looked towards the glaring pink elephant in the room. A pressing issue that only grew more pressing by the moment, the one that spurred them to stop and talk in the first place, the aforementioned end. It was a bitter truth neither wanted to face, but an unavoidable one that Frankie spoke about, the warmth in his voice vanishing.

["... They didn't bother making a new suit for me this time around..."]

Lucky joined the rabbit in his unease "The other one told me already, turns out seeing me win is getting boring" They sighed and began to raise their voice "How could they take it out on you though? Why wouldn't they just kill me instead of replacing you?"

["Hell if I know"] Frankie shrugged and got to his feet, with a huff he shook his head ["that fake bastard nearly got scrapped by the higher-ups and he barely gets a say in how the show goes, my best guess is the reason why they don't just get rid of you is the same reason this entire show started in the first place, humans being the greedy fuckers they are are willing to find the cheapest solution to any problem"] a deep rumbling growl came out from Frankie's physical body, one of the few noises he was capable of making ["hay, maybe you'll find it fun getting chased by whatever new horrifying fuck takes my place, I'm sure the higher-ups will think of something, like maybe a person with a etch-a-sketch for a head"]

Both looked at each other before chuckling. The very idea that anything could replace Frankie and his brutal ways was hilarious. After all, what would this show be without Frankie? Sure Deputy Duck and Henry were there, but Deputy Duck wasn't really an obstacle and Henry could be easily avoided if you didn't irritate him with his telephones. The show was centered around the rabbit mascot, it was named Finding Frankie. Without Frankie it wouldn't be the same no matter what and with the way the rabbit spoke about the future off-put Lucky. It caught him off guard"

"Heh... What uhh... What makes you assume you'll lose?"

["Hmm?"] Frankie's head twisted to look down at Lucky, his ears twitching as he wondered if he heard correctly ["what? Do you really think I'll win this time around?"] He scoffed ["you've been beating me since you first got here, why is this season gonna be any different? We'll do Hexa-Havoc, you'll beat me, I'll fall, you'll catch the rail, collect the money and keep playing, it always ends like that no matter what"]

"You don't know that" Lucky said quickly.

Looking back down from where they came from, the whirr of buzzsaws that were dangerously close to their being made Lucky think about just how close they were to death. They were still close to death, but they didn't fear it. Not now at least.

"Can't be flawless always right? I was bound to slip up eventually... Make a wrong step, maybe trip... It'd be so easy for me to just make one simple mistake and fall..."

Frankie glared at Lucky and crouched down to face him, even his cartoon version had its face zoomed in on to accentuate its attitude ["what are you saying?"]

"Nothing, nothing at all" Lucky began to walk forward, the sounds of their footsteps echoing off the walls "just that maybe this will be the time you actually get me"

Frankie's face dropped hearing the human's words. Although they didn't say it outright, he knew what they were insinuating. The talk about death, not having purpose and the inevitable end made it all too clear the message. He didn't expect for the human to try and sacrifice themselves, and as much as he would have loved to continue owning the show, he didn't want to. Never once would he expect a human of all things to pity him and he was quick to make his opinion known. He couldn't let Lucky give up, it didn't feel right to them and it certainly didn't feel right to be without them.

["You hold the fuck up!"] He snatched up the human, making sure not to crush them in his metal grasp but still make sure they couldn't squirm out ["You can't just lose on purpose!"]

"Who says I was gonna loseon purpose?"

["YOU WERE IMPLYING IT!"] Frankie stamped his foot on the ground, the cartoon version getting sudden flames in his eyes ["I'd rather be awake and have some fuck-head mechanics the company send dismantle me bit by bit than just let you throw away your spot in the show"]

"I DON'T WANT A SPOT IN THIS FUCKED UP SHOW!" Lucky felt themselves tear up under the mask, the material underneath becoming damp "the reason why I never took the money is because I never wanted it! I want to continue running! Continue playing, but it won't be the same without you!" They choked on a sob, their voice cracking as they pressed a hand to their pulsing heart "I won't be able to continue if you don't come back..."

Frankie didn't have a heart but those words pained his virtual feelings all the same. His grip faltered and Lucky dropped to the ground. The human turned away and removed their mask, beginning to wipe their tears off their unseen face. Whenever the rabbit saw any other cry he'd laugh, mock their pain before biting their head off. Instead he found himself also tearing up, or at least the virtual display which was a true depiction of how he felt. With a quick wipe of his own tears—his physical body wiping nothing—he placed his giant hand on Lucky's shoulder, the size difference would be comical in any circumstance other than the one they found themselves in.

["I don't think I'll be able to continue without you either..."] Frankie grumbled, trying his best to hold back any more emotions as he pulled away ["as much as it sucks, It's just how things gotta be..."]

Lucky sniffled and swallowed a ball of spit that built in their throat "I guess so..." They looked downwards at the mask in their hand, it felt more familiar than their real face "if... If this is the last time we see each other, than I guess I won't lose anything letting you see what I always hid"

Frankie's eyes widened as Lucky began to turn around ["ATATA! NO! NO!" He twirled his torso around, his feet staying in the same place as his springs twisted to make him face away [“keep the mask on! I don't wanna see it!"]

"..." Lucky raised an eyebrow before slowly placing the mask back on "you don't wanna see my face?"

["see your face!? Why the hell would I wanna see that!"] Frankie crossed his arms and let himself snap back around after he heard Lucky's mask be fastened ["If I never see your face I get to know that I look better than you"] he said with a smug grin as he adjusted his bowtie.

"Really?" Lucky snorted and placed a hand on the hip "I think it's safe to say there's not a deformity, defect, or skin condition that could make me look worse than you, and I ain't talking about what's actually standing here”

Frankie flinched back, his ears sagged as he looked at his cartoon appearance which he prided himself on ["wow... You REALLY know how to push my buttons don'tcha?"]

"It's what throws you off your game, makes ya sloppy during chases"

["Oh! Well, ain't you just a lovely cheating cunt!"] Frankie chuckled and let his neck drop his head, with a face that was now upside down he let out another growl and stared down Lucky ["let's not do that this time, capiche? I want a good clean game, none of your little cheating and riling me up, no goofing off or not taking it seriously, and certainly no going easy on me so you can fulfill a death wish"]

"Rules go two ways Frankie, I know for a doubt sometimes you don't run as fast as you could when chasing me, why don't you show everyone why it's called Finding Frankie instead of being just a sore loser"

Lucky pressed one of his gloved fingers to Frankie's nose. Much to their surprise a distinct robotic voice line came from his body, a giddly little chuckle that rang out to both their shock. Lucky couldn't believe such a thing was built into the toothy monster and Frankie didn't think anyone would find out.

["Oh.... Okay!"] His head slingshotted back to its original position and he began to march off ["I'm gonna have so much FUN killing you!"]

"not if I send your sorry ass into the fire!" Lucky yelled after them.

"hay moron! Look at the screen!"

Lucky looked upwards, he usually looked at the rabbit themselves rather than the avatar they used to speak. Although their body was out of sight, their cartoon appearance could more than aptly send a message. With his little rabbit toon body bouncing, Frankie made a cranking gesture with one hand as the other slowly flipped them the bird. Once the gesture was fully given Frankie gave a mock face of shock before vanishing.

Lucky quickly yelled back down the hallway "FUCK YOU TOO! GET READY TO EAT SHIT DUMBASS!"

With their respective taunts spurring them on, both raced to the arena. Lucky wasted no time in kicking down the doors to the season finale and sprinting down the familiar corridor to the final game, Hexa-Havoc. It was a path they had walked before, but never once ran. Just as the show was about to change, so did their attitude towards everything, no longer somber, they eagerly jumped down onto the colorful hexagons to get into the ring. With an unseen smile on their face they witnessed Frankie join them, hurling himself into the ring with a lunge intent on already killing. It was a game they had played countless times, the showrunners incapable of thinking anything more climatic. It was fine, it just meant they had seasons worth of experience to play to the best of their abilities.

And played they did.

Methodical, careful, deliberate in each and every movement they moved. What once was a sloppy frantic chase with falling platforms became a graceful rehearsed dance of two parties in a game with the odds stacked against both. Lucky and Frankie both made it apparent they weren't going easy, Lucky was careful to jump on every other platform conserving as much space as possible within each level. Frankie's jumps which were once used to merely catch up were now used to eliminate and were made with deadly accuracy. Each time the giant rabbit hopped up Lucky had to slide away else they'd be as flat as the platforms they ran on. It was refreshing and even with the intial diminishing views the sheer skill both displayed began to attract new watchers. Numbers rose as the time fell, more and more people tuned in to see what was once a chase become something so much more. The chat, unseen to both, exploded with new people wondering if this was the constant quality, meanwhile old viewers were astonished at how both acted. It was something they had never seen from either, old and new watchers alike were left starstruck as they witnessed time the climax to the show they mindlessly tuned into on the dark web.

["our show just reached a world record for death shows across the world! It's at a million views!"] The other Frankie yelled over the intercom ["the lever is now unlocked! With this many viewers the prize money may QUADRU–"]

SSSSKKKSSSTTT

Frankie hacked both the intercom and televisions scattered around the arena. His cartoon appearance held a familiar flame in his eyes but unlike the past it held no rage or crazed desire for death. Instead his gaze fixated on Lucky and the way they ran. The human locked eyes with the screen and knew it was a fire of passion.

["SHUT IT DIPSHIT! THIS IS OUR SHOW! WE SAY WHEN IT ENDS!"]

Wait—Our show?

It didn't matter if Lucky heard correctly or not, the show carried on with both not even finishing with the second level of platforms. Lucky didn't even give the noob-noob release a glance, instead their attention was given in full to Frankie and their reaching hands. The rabbit repeatedly swiped as they marched towards what they once considered a victim. Now with both near the end, their fates currently uncertain, they felt that same something that only Lucky managed to give them. When he finally managed to corner them only to be met with them slipping between his legs and keep running did he have a rough idea of what it was. It was a feeling Lucky too shared, it was one that made their blood pump and heart pound louder than any scream that could be given by the million people cheering them both on at once. Some of the viewers wanted Lucky to die, finally have the champ meet his end and descend down into hell, meanwhile some rooted for the fragile human to best the monstrous rabbit that was responsible for murdering a large portion of people. Neither really cared what the audience wanted, both were having the time of their life and it only got better once 0 platforms remained on the second level.

Down to the third and final level, both could barely feel the heat looming below as they continued. Even if machine, Frankie's body started to overheat in the same manner Lucky's began to exhaust. Movements became a lot less graceful as they became literally one step closer to the end each moment. Raw and tired, Frankie stopped jumping and instead focused solely on grabbing and Lucky stopped sliding, it was too damn effort and with no safety net it was too damn dangerous. The desperate huff of a masked individual and the creak of mechanical rabbit's joints replaced the dubstep track that played during the finale. The soundtrack wasn't intended to be played this long, but considering Frankie and Lucky never intended to feel such deep things about each other it was safe to say life was full of surprises. It certainly was a surprise to both how much they thoroughly enjoyed it. Each step ignited past memories of doing this very thing, only with a lot less of a rush this time around. It was these memories that flashed before them as the game eventually came to a complete stop. The show reached its peak with both Lucky and Frankie on their final platform, both had given it their all yet it didn't change their fate.

["Game over... Goodbye, Lucky"]

Lucky was left speechless as he looked to see Frankie on the screen shed a tear through grit teeth. Just like their very first encounter and subsequent encounters they fell down into the incinerator below. Useless merchandise, bits of garbage, and the old clothes and remains of past contestants were piled around the hellish flames that were at the center of the parkour palace. The smell of burnt flesh filled Lucky's nostrils, the past 3 contestants who didn't make it as far as him invading his senses. Frankie knew this was his end and couldn't accept anything less than what he got. Initially wishing for nothing more than to remain the top dog who racked up views as they killed Frankie was happy he was dethroned. Not only happy but overjoyed he could play with his lucky little contestant one last time before he would die. The grind rail couldn't support his weight and from past attempts trying to claw out only extended the pain, it was futile but he was okay with it. The smile on his body's face would be genuine as he watched his contestant above grab onto the rail. Saving themselves just as they had saved themselves countless times before.

Only this time they didn't.

In a shocking display that made chat and the other watching erupt into screams Lucky actually missed the railing. They themselves didn't know if it was on purpose, after all just as they said you can't go so many seasons and not make a misplay. But was it really a misplay? They meant it when they said they wouldn't be able to go on with Frankie, but would it really mean they would accept death with him? They didn't know. All that they did know was that no end could have been better.

Even with Frankie holding them against his metal body, the flames only making it hotter, they didn't regret a second. No screams were made as they gazed into each other's eyes, Frankie's bright blue piercing the surrounding red and staring deep into the masked covered one's of Lucky's. Metal melded into flesh that was seared black, the pain of which would make any scream out or writhe in pain. Instead Lucky just kept their vision focused forward towards Frankie, the rabbit doing the same as he fought with his circuits which wanted to shut off. It hurt, it hurt like hell, but it would pale in comparison for either to live another second without seeing the other. Memories of all the fun they had, even if it was built in the foundation of death, were looked down upon fondly as the end came by the millisecond. Tears which were almost immediately evaporated tried to roll down burnt flesh, and if he was capable Frankie would return the human gesture if not limited by his metallic body. The rabbit's tears were in the same vein as the human's, he wasn't sad but rather was overjoyed he wouldn't be alone. He *did* wish for Lucky to survive, move on, continue living without him. But maybe this was their fates. Their true fates. It took so long for both to finally realize what they was truly special and would never again happen, but maybe it was for the best. Hatred that sprouted into fondness, fondness which grew into care, care which bloomed into love was now fully understood by both. Frankie, happy he managed to find such a silly human emotion in his life filled with death and Lucky, grateful they were ironically saved from their depressing life by the very thing that wanted to kill them, closed their eyes. They embraced each other for what would be the first and last time in their lives as the fire covered them, shielding their love from prying eyes. It was an end, but one both could accept. Even as Lucky's brain began to melt they still thought about the name given to them and how each time Frankie called them that—even out of anger—it made their hate race in a way no chase could. It repeated, stuck on loop as their life came to an end.

Lucky

...

"Lucky"

...?

"Lucky!"

...?!

"LUCKY!"

!

Lucky's name being screamed made them jump up and look around at their surroundings, their heart not stopping for a second. It scared the hell out of them and they couldn't understand, what just happened? Their head was pounding, their body was all warm—wait! Weren't they on fire and dying a second ago? No. Of course not, why the heck would they be on fire? The sun was shining down, it was warm, pleasant, like a comforting blanket. Where the hell would fire come from? In fact, where would dying even come from!?

"LUCKY!"

Lucky spun around, their floppy ears instinctively laying flat at the sound of a loud noise "huh!?"

There running through a flower filled meadow was a familiar sight. Robotic prosthetic limbs attached to the body of one small grayish furry rabbit with lop-ears, bowtie, and magician hat. It was Frankie, it was their Frankie.

"THERE YOU ARE!" The rabbit yelled as he wagged his finger at Lucky "where the hell were you! I was looking around for ages, I thought you fucking DIED!"

"Ugh... Sorry" Lucky groaned and pressed a paw to their forehead, the sight of their hand made them flinch for some reason but they shook it off "think I tripped and got knocked out or something... would explain why I feel like I got a whole lotta head trauma"

"Knocked out!?" Frankie repeated, their nose twitching as they inspected the other rabbit "oh god! I– I didn't know! Do you need to stop? Go to the ER?"

"ER!? And let YOU win!?" Lucky scoffed and shoved the other rabbit playfully, a smile playing on their lips "fat chance magic boy, round 2 is starting now!"

Frankie shrugged "eh, if you say you're alright I ain't gonna push the issue" the rabbit tapped his foot against the ground "so, you wanna be the tagger or tagee this time around? Pick the option that WON'T make you accidentally crack your skull open"

"I didn't crack my damn skull open!" Lucky said as they thumped his paw into the dirt. With a low growl they suddenly stopped and began to think of the game they played that had been interrupted by them falling unconscious "hmm... You know, I think I wanna go back to being it"

"Ughhh..." Frankie's limbs extended and limply laid on the ground, his entire body unraveling to express his disdain "you're **ALWAYS** it! That round was the first time I got to be it in forever!"

"Welp, I guess we can just go back home and sleep, you can take the couch or course–"

Frankie stood back up "You're a bitch ya know that?"

"A bitch who's your lover, may I remind you?" Lucky leaned in close, pressing their snout close to Frankie's.

Seeing that stupid smile on Lucky's face made Frankie roll his eyes "fine! You're it!, gimme a 30 second head start this time okay?"

"Fine–" Lucky quickly grabbed the rabbit and pulled him into a kiss.

Frankie's eyes went wide and tensed up, his body slowly melting into Lucky's grasp before realizing what they were doing "wait! No!"

"20 seconds left~"

"You can't fucking do that!" Frankie blushed, his cheek fur magically turning red as per toon rules "you're cheating!"

"19... 18..." They kept counting.

"AH!"

Frankie stumbled away and quickly began to break into a sprint. They would certainly get back at Lucky for the sly move but pushed revenge out of his mind. For now they would appreciate their rabbit partner, even if they were a dirty cheater.

Looking back Frankie locked eyes with Lucky. The smiling rabbit still counting as they watched him run. It was the start to another one of their games, a game that would eventually end like all things would. For now they wouldn't think about the end, for now they'd just be happy and enjoy what time they had.

[marvelshifter111]

𝑬ᴠ𝒆𝘳𝗒𝙙𝐚𝗒 𝐥𝙞𝘧𝒆 𝙞𝘯 𝑢𝘯𝙞ᴠ𝒆𝘳𝙨𝒆 𝟣9𝟴 – 𝙢𝗒 𝙨𝘱𝙞𝙙𝒆𝘳-ᴠ𝒆𝘳𝙨𝒆 𝘿𝘙

𝘍𝑜𝑜𝙙 & 𝙨𝑢𝘱𝘱𝐥𝒆𝙢𝒆𝘯𝘵𝙨

With pollution levels rising and natural food sources dwindling, people don’t eat the way they used to.

• 𝘕𝑢𝘵𝘳𝙞𝒆𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝐚𝘱𝙨𝑢𝐥𝒆𝙨 & 𝙨𝙢𝑜𝑜𝘵𝙝𝙞𝒆𝙨 – Instead of cooking, most people rely on pre-packaged liquid meals. The most popular brand is Nutrino Lab, which sells brightly colored bottles of protein-rich smoothies, meal bars, and even chewable tablets that contain a full day’s nutrition.

• 𝙎𝑢𝘱𝘱𝐥𝒆𝙢𝒆𝘯𝘵 𝙞𝘯𝙝𝐚𝐥𝒆𝘳𝙨 – Medicine, vitamins, and even stimulants are commonly taken through sleek, e-cigarette-style capsules. Since pollution and artificial living conditions have weakened immune systems, many rely on daily inhalers for essential nutrients, oxygen boosters, or even sleep regulators.

𝘊𝗒𝗯𝒆𝘳𝘯𝒆𝘵𝙞𝘤𝙨

𝘊𝗒𝗯𝒆𝘳𝘯𝒆𝘵𝙞𝘤𝙨 are as common as tattoos - an expression of wealth, necessity, or survival.

• 𝘛𝙝𝒆 𝘸𝒆𝐚𝐥𝘵𝙝 𝙙𝙞ᴠ𝙞𝙙𝒆:

The rich have internal implants - neural enhancers, bio-trackers, muscle augments, or even direct 𝐀𝙄 interfaces.

The poor, on the other hand, rely on external wearables - cybernetic gloves to enhance grip strength, earpieces that translate languages in real time, 𝙃𝑈𝘿 lenses for augmented reality overlays.

• 𝘊𝑜𝙢𝙢𝑜𝘯 𝘤𝗒𝗯𝒆𝘳𝘯𝒆𝘵𝙞𝘤𝙨:

𝑂𝘱𝘵𝙞𝘤 𝙢𝑜𝙙𝙨 – 𝘤𝗒𝗯𝒆𝘳𝘯𝒆𝘵𝙞𝘤 eyes with features like night vision, zoom capabilities, or built-in AR interfaces.

𝘕𝒆𝑢𝘳𝐚𝐥 𝘫𝐚𝘤𝗄𝙨 – Small ports on the head or neck that let people interface with computers, vehicles, or weapons.

𝙎𝗒𝘯𝘵𝙝𝒆𝘵𝙞𝘤 𝐥𝙞𝙢𝗯𝙨 – 𝘤𝗒𝗯𝒆𝘳𝘯𝒆𝘵𝙞𝘤 arms or legs with enhanced strength, flexibility, or hidden weapons.

𝘙𝒆𝘧𝐥𝒆𝘹 𝗯𝑜𝑜𝙨𝘵𝒆𝘳𝙨 – Spinal implants that enhance reaction time, popular among fighters and racers.

𝙎𝗄𝙞𝘯 𝘸𝒆𝐚ᴠ𝒆 – Subdermal plating that makes skin resistant to small arms fire and blades, though it still feels mostly organic.

𝐀𝑢𝙙𝙞𝑜 𝘵𝑢𝘯𝒆𝘳𝙨 – Enhanced hearing that can filter background noise, detect specific frequencies, or amplify sound.

𝗕𝙞𝑜-𝙞𝘯𝘵𝒆𝘳𝘧𝐚𝘤𝒆 𝘤𝙝𝙞𝘱𝙨 – Allow users to remotely control drones, vehicles, or personal tech with their thoughts.

𝐀𝘵𝙢𝑜𝙨𝘱𝙝𝒆𝘳𝙞𝘤 𝐥𝑢𝘯𝑔𝙨 – 𝘤𝗒𝗯𝒆𝘳𝘯𝒆𝘵𝙞𝘤 lungs that filter toxins, useful in polluted areas.

𝑬𝘯𝘵𝒆𝘳𝘵𝐚𝙞𝘯𝙢𝒆𝘯𝘵 & 𝙨𝑜𝘤𝙞𝐚𝐥 𝘵𝘳𝒆𝘯𝙙𝙨

Life isn’t just about survival—people find ways to distract themselves.

• 𝙎𝘵𝘳𝒆𝒆𝘵 𝘳𝐚𝘤𝙞𝘯𝑔 & 𝙞𝐥𝐥𝒆𝑔𝐚𝐥 𝙙𝘳𝑜𝘯𝒆 𝘧𝙞𝑔𝙝𝘵𝙨 – Not everything is corporate-controlled. In the underground scene, illegal hover-bike races are a huge deal, while back alleys are filled with people gambling on drone fights - custom-built 𝐀𝙄 robots battling for entertainment.

• 𝘊𝗒𝗯𝒆𝘳𝘱𝑢𝘯𝗄 𝙨𝘵𝘳𝒆𝒆𝘵 𝘧𝐚𝙨𝙝𝙞𝑜𝘯 – Neon trench coats, sleek bodysuits with embedded LED strips, chrome jewelry that doubles as tech interfaces - fashion is a mix of utility and aesthetics. Some even have clothing that changes color or texture with a tap of their wrist.

𝘛𝙝𝒆 𝘊𝙞𝘵𝗒𝙨𝘤𝐚𝘱𝒆 & 𝘵𝘳𝐚𝘯𝙨𝘱𝑜𝘳𝘵𝐚𝘵𝙞𝑜𝘯

• 𝘍𝐥𝗒𝙞𝘯𝑔 𝘤𝐚𝘳𝙨 & 𝙢𝐚𝑔-𝘳𝐚𝙞𝐥𝙨 – The rich float above in sleek hover-cars while the working class relies on high-speed magnetic trains or rideshare drones - tiny 𝐀𝙄-piloted pods that weave through the city.

• 𝐀𝙄 𝐚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙨𝘵𝐚𝘯𝘵𝙨 – 𝐀𝙄 isn’t fully independent, but it’s everywhere - smart home assistants, customer service bots, and floating holograms that follow you, advertising the latest upgrades.

• 𝑈𝘯𝙙𝒆𝘳𝑔𝘳𝑜𝑢𝘯𝙙 ᴠ𝙨. 𝘤𝑜𝘳𝘱𝑜𝘳𝐚𝘵𝒆 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝘵𝘳𝙞𝘤𝘵𝙨 – The upper levels of the city are sleek and well-maintained, owned by mega-corporations like Hexa, while down below, the streets are more chaotic, filled with graffiti-covered neon signs, smog-choked alleyways, and people hustling to get by.

[speaksleazy]

⚠︎ ⟮ NPTs ⟯ ... Murder_drones.mp3 ⟩ Uzi Doorman

﹫ ❲ Requested by anonymous ❳

「 NAMES 」

Uzi¹, Uziel / Uzielle², Suzie / Suzi / Suzy, Ooze / Oozie, Yuri³, Uri, Nuri, Ezra, AK-47¹, M16¹, Bayonette¹, Shrapnelle, Railgunne, Cora, Blaidd, Vex / Vox, Crow, Corvid / Corvidae, Wolf / Wolfe / Wulf, Darknesse, Zomb / Zombie / Zombi, Avery, Jessi, Edgie, Nightcora / Nightcorie, Luna, Glitch, Vicky / Vickie, Mirrorre, Shatterre, Shard, Seventeen / 17 / 017, Darkexwolf, Synth, Misfortune, Six, Asher, Hexa, Batty, Renegade, Knives, Rave, Raven / Ravenne, Magnette, Maggie, Redacted / [REDACTED], Kandii, Axel / Axelle, Sid / Sidney, Jude, Terezi⁴, Vriska⁴, Ziggy, Angst / Angsty / Angstie, Yvonne, Nori, Mayday

¹ After firearms and weaponry. ² Hebrew. ³ Japanese. ⁴ After the characters from Homestuck.

「 PRONOUNS 」

Sh3/H3r, Crow/Crows, Caw/Caws, Sh_/H_r, Shx/Hxr, Dare/Dares, H_/H_m, Void/Voids, Shred/Shreds, H3/H1m, Rot/Rotz, Hx/Hxm, Th_y/Th_m, Violet/Violets, Glare/Glares, Blade/Blades, Th3y/Th3m, Xe/Xem, Rail/Gun, Shatter/Shard, Murder/Murders, Kandi/Kandis, Glitch/Glitches, ✘/✘s, :3/:3s, >:3/>:3s, !!/!!s, ?!/?!s, XD/XDs, ★/★s, ×/×s, ☠/☠s, 🧷/🧷s, 👾/👾s

「 TITLES 」

( Prn ) who shatters mirrors with ( prn ) gaze, ( Prn ) who walks among murder / disassembly drones, ( Prn ) with a purple / violet stare / glare, ( Prn ) with a kickass railgun, Darkxwolf17, ( Prn ) corvid form, ( Prn ) zombie / undead form, The coolest / sickest / angstiest worker drone, The daughter / son / child of Nori, ( Prn ) who is infected with absoluteSolver, ( Prn ) who is made of stainless steel

[c4lance]

Underrated Beyblade X Combo: Wizard Rod 1-60 Gear Needle

This innovative Wizard Rod 1-60 Gear Needle build is a fantastic example of finding synergy in unconventional setups within Beyblade X's competitive scene. Here’s a breakdown of why this unique combination works so well:

Key Components of the Build

Blade: Wizard Rod

Strengths: Known for its high weight and stamina, Wizard Rod is one of the most durable and stable options available. Its circular, five-sided design with slight bumps enhances its defensive and stamina qualities, making it resistant to bursts and KOs.

Attack VS Attack (AVA) Performance: Outlasts opponents by leveraging its weight and stamina, especially on parts like Rush, Point, and Taper.

Stamina and Defense: On defensive setups, Wizard Rod becomes even harder to KO. While it may be vulnerable on Ball setups, it shines with the Hexa bit and strong tilt launches, making it a reliable pick for stamina victories in most battles.

Ratchet: 1-60

Low Height: As one of the lowest Ratchets available, it allows for an aggressive stance, ideal for attack setups.

Single Contact Point: The 1-60 Ratchet’s design enables a single impactful hit, adding to its effectiveness in attack-focused builds. This ratchet is perfect for players looking to maintain a strong offensive edge while resisting KOs in high-intensity scenarios.

Bit: Gear Needle

Counter Movement and Xtreme Dash: Gear Needle’s design excels in counterattacks, using its gear shape to stabilize while navigating the Xtreme Line. When launched correctly, it uses the Xtreme Dash to gain speed and create counter-movements, destabilizing opponents.

Stability: Although it has low burst resistance, Gear Needle’s unique shape and Xtreme Dash capability allow for better control and stamina against aggressive opponents, and its resistance to wobbling makes it stand out from options like Needle or High Needle.

Risk of KO: The shape of Gear Needle does increase KO susceptibility, making it important to master precise launching techniques to prevent knockouts.

Build Synergy and Game Plan

The Wizard Rod 1-60 Gear Needle combination provides remarkable balance:

Stamina and Defense: Wizard Rod’s weight and the low height of the 1-60 Ratchet provide stability, while Gear Needle’s unique movement pattern destabilizes opponents, making it well-rounded against stamina and attack types alike.

Burst Resistance: The weight distribution of Wizard Rod and the tight single-contact-point Ratchet in 1-60 minimize self-KO and burst risks, effectively countering the lower burst resistance of Gear Needle.

Optimal Launch Strategy: Use a strong, hard launch with a slight tilt angle to maximize Gear Needle’s counter movements, aiming for consistent Xtreme Dashes to outmaneuver and wear down opponents. This setup benefits from angled and aggressive launches, taking advantage of both stability and speed to secure stadium control.

Conclusion

This Wizard Rod 1-60 Gear Needle setup is a powerhouse in the current Beyblade X meta, offering a unique blend of stamina, burst resistance, and counterattacks. With its ability to perform well across both stamina and attack strategies, this build has proven itself as tournament-ready, and its unexpected combination of parts makes it a surprise weapon that can outlast and counter many popular setups.

[sporteurope]

Can Beginners Use Anders Lind Hexa Carbon Effectively?

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[sdvxyuriwarrior]

Irl stuff got busy so i haven't been able to do any of these for the past two weeks. Now that it's all dealt with, here's Kureha's profile! And to make up for the lack of content, I'll also be including two additional profiles. Look forward to reading Kureha's profile and Kureha's profile. Wait, what?

Kureha1

"I'll dismember you with my sword." While in class she's a quiet and earnest young girl. Due to being very shy, she struggles with looking into other's eyes while talking. Her grades are excellent, so people often ask to borrow her notes before tests. She rarely interacts with other girls so she feels fortunate whenever she gets the chance to.

However, whenever she holds onto a sword her personality changes completely. She becomes battlecrazed and bloodthirsty.

1 - Her name is written with the kanji 紅刃, meaning "crimson blade"

Kureha

Profile While in class she's a quiet and earnest young girl. Due to being very shy, she struggles with looking into other's eyes while talking. Because of a particular system bug, she took on the abilities of a wolf.1 When holding a sword, she turns into a bloodthirsty mad swordswoman.

School Volte Academy High School

Club Kenjutsu Club

Favorite Subject History

Liked Foods Rice crackers

Disliked Foods None

Hobbies Sword maintenance

Birthdate September 8th

Reason for Joining "When I woke up I was here... and you?"

1 - This refers to the events of the first Hexadiver "HEXA DIVER -幻想御伽篇-" (Fairy Tale Dream), where Kureha turns into a distorted version of Little Red Riding Hood.

Kureha

Oni Type Little Red Riding Hood

Rumors "It's said that she gets roused on the night of a full moon" "It's said that she can't help but enjoy butchering her victims."

Liked Foods Grape juice, dried meats

Disliked Foods Rocks

Hobbies Graffiti

Reason for Joining "Hehe... The Big Bad Wolf finds pleasure in slaughter. Doesn't it feel amazing?"

[tjlime]

Legitimately this is good advice.

Buying and building other kits not from Bandai will give you not only a different experience but also give you an appreciation for how bandai does their kits.

For example I've been on and off again putting together some Hexa Gear stuff from Koto. Now Kotobukiya has their gimmicks and unfortunately fine color details isn't one of them. (in my experience) If you want that kit to look like it does on the box you got to bust out the paints.

And another addition to my collection was a metal frame for my Blue Frame Astray, and it kicks ass. And both the plastic parts that came with the metal frame and the other Koto kits I've made gave me an insight on just how soft and buttery Bandai does their plastics as of late.

I use a single blade nipper (from USAGS) and a God Hand nipper, and boy howdy can you immediately tell the difference between plastic quality between the companies.

tl;dr: they are right and should say it

Stop being so close minded bud. Go buy another model that's not a Gundam.

[rudrabakshi]

Buy Double-Sided Hexa Blade in India | MVIKAS

Hexa Blade was originally used to cut metal. Using a Hexa to cut various materials without changing blades may ruin the blade. However, if you're willing to work slowly and carefully, you may cut the following materials using a hacksaw:

Aluminum and brass are examples of soft metals.

Steel, cast iron, and so on.

Wood

Plywood

Particle board and MDF

Crown moulding, for example.

It is important to use the proper tool for the job. This reduces the possibility of harming your equipment and workpieces, eliminates unneeded frustration, and provides you the highest chance of success.

[manishverma22]

Best Double-Sided Hexa Blade Suppliers in India | MVIKAS

Hand Hexa blades are often used for metal and nonmetal cutting. Applications are now being accepted for home improvement and craft programs. Carbon steel, high-speed steel, and bimetal composites are used to make the blades. Looking for Hexa Blade? MVIKAS is the most trusted B2B Online Platform in India.

[obesericewrites]

Imagine MCs mouse taking the ROs engagement ring right before they propose to MC😂🐭

Did Mr. Jaha enlist the mouses help with S’s ring?

I love ALL THESE ASKS 💜

When the malicious mouse flees from them, M nearly pulls the walls apart. The mouse screamed tauntingly at them, and they mistakenly believed they had an understanding with it. “Put. It. Down.” They snarl as they approach the mouse slowly. He briefly circles around in front of them before bursting into a space just beyond their reach. “Damn it.” M does get the ring back. After a few hours and some bribing.

As a mouse snatching a ring wouldn't typically worry most people, S hadn't taken Jahas threat seriously. They ought to have known better. “Drop it, or gods help me!” S snarls, looking down at the mouse while wielding a fairly hefty knife. He simply stares at them before sprinting into a nearby hole, screaming when their knife barely grazes them. “Bastard!” They are hammering at the wall as S thunders and tosses a few hexas through the gap. The only way S gets the ring back is to ask Jaha, who has it in his hand and the mouse on his shoulder.

B was aware that they always had a deep-seated animosity for this mouse. Their rage started to build as they observed the mouse holding their ring in his hands. “I'll give you as much cheese as you want if you drop the ring.” They say, with a fake grin, that was sharp as razor blades. The mouse tilts his head before it seems to scoff at them and run off, B nearly screams. They get the ring back when their mothers come in and put out a safe mouse trap.

[speedracer2008isart]

"Their cars will probably be equipped with secret weapons so we have modified the Mach 5 to try to counter their attacks. The 'A' button will operate your normal jump-jacks. 'B' will seal your cockpit, which we've fortified with a bulletproofed polymer. Should someone go after your tires with say, a hidden shank, or a shredder, the 'C' button will activate your tire shields. However in the event of any blowout, 'D' will inflate a Hexa-Dyno emergency spare. 'E' will activate these Zicron-Lipped saw blades. They'll cut through almost anything. Use with discretion. 'F' will project the tire crampons. And finally 'G' will launch a remote control homing bird that is capable of transmitting QTVR footage anywhere you are."

[sporteurope]

Mastering Table Tennis with Anders Lind Hexa Carbon & Donic Persson Jubilee 40

Sport Europe offers high-quality table tennis equipment, including the Anders Lind Hexa Carbon and Donic Persson Jubilee blades. The Anders Lind Hexa Carbon is a premium offensive blade designed for speed and precision, which is ideal for aggressive players. The Donic Persson Jubilee combines power and control, celebrating legendary player Jörgen Persson. Both options cater to competitive players seeking top-tier performance. Sport Europe ensures reliable availability and expert selection for serious table tennis enthusiasts.

[olivia200312]

Deadly~ TFP! Optimus X Deadly! Quiet! Cybertronian! Reader *Request*

Requested by the lovely -ForlornSeer-

Plot: everyone saw Y/N as a quiet Cybertronian but however, they were shocked at Y/N for being deadly after she killed the Cons in the Energon cave.

Head area:

Brain: Processor / Brain Module

Head: Helm

Face: Face plate

Ears: Audio receptors / Receptor Orifice / Audials

Nose: Enstril / Olfactory Sensor

Eye brow: Optical Ridge

Eyes: Optics

Mouth: Intake

Lips: Dermas

Teeth: Denta/Dentas

Tongue: Glossa

Chest area:

Chest: Chassis / Thoraxal Cavity

Back: Hexa-Lateral Scapula

Spine: Bipedalism cord / Back Strut

Chest and back armour:

Chest plate

Back plate

Mid-section plating

Neck guard

Side plating

Arm area:

Arms: Arms / Restarlueus

Forearms: Bitarlueus

Hands: Servos

Fingers: Digits

Arm armour:

Gantlets

Shoulder pads

Arm guard

Lower area:

Pelvis: Pelvis

Butt: Aft / Skid-Plate

Thighs: Tibulen

Calves: Cadulen

Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.

Lower armour:

Skirt plates

Aft plate / Skid plate

Thigh guard

Ankle guard

General/Internal components:

Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question.

Veins: Fual lines

Stomach: Tanks

Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from over heating.

Heart: Spark

Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark

T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.

Bonus:

Penis: Spike

Vagina: Valve

Body: Frame

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Today, it was just a normal day at the Autobots base. The kids were busy with their things. Miko was being annoying because she's playing loud rock music, Jack was busy helping Arcee while Raf was on his computer. The Autobots settled here on Earth for months after their home planet, Cybertron, was fully destroyed and now a simply ruined planet. Their leader is Optimus Prime, known as Orion Pax, a long time ago. Feel free to search the history of how the planet was destroyed.

There was a quiet Cybertronian femme named Y/N. She's a young adult that was shy as well? She loved to read and help others. But what the Autobots and the humans didn't know, was that Y/N was a deadly Cybertronian. Don't ask how. She just was so strong and deadly that she can kill Cons in just 1 NANO-CYCLE (SECOND)! She obviously didn't tell anyone about it since she thought that she'll get kicked out from the Autobots. She wants to stay with the team, with her friends, and even with her crush, Optimus Prime.

"Optimus, there are Cons at the Energon mine!" Ratchet exclaimed.

Optimus' optics went wide open as he turned serious to Bumblebee Arcee, Bulkhead, and Y/N. "Autobots, transform and roll out! Ratchet, activate the groundbridge!"

"Oooh! Can I come?!" Miko asked with puppy eyes.

"No!" Bulkhead quickly said as he transformed and he rode through the groundbridge, following his teammates and his leader.

In the background, Miko grumbled as she crossed her arms. She's like one of the most troubled teens, I tell you. She caused enough troubles already in the past like one time following Bulkhead into the groundbridge (at the beginning of season 1).

At the Energon mine~

The groundbridge opened and the Autobots drove out. They all transformed, having their blasters or blades out. Y/N has a cool glowing sword with her:

The problem was that there were too many Cons and Y/N can't use her deadly attack at high speed like Sonic the Hedgehog. She's like a female version of him except she's a femme. She's being busy with some Cons while others were... getting in trouble. Y/N gasped when she saw Optimus and others being trapped. They were on their knees with their arms behind their backs. Y/N felt no control over herself. She killed the Cons that were busy with her in 1 nano-cycle and she ran at high speed at the other Cons.

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She raged and let out a battle cry as she destroyed the Cons. Others, especially Optimus, looked so shocked that their jaws dropped on the ground. Did she just... Wow. Y/N then destroyed the cuffs so that her team is free. She put her sword away and watched them stand up, some of them rubbing their wrists too.

Optimus didn't take his optics away from the deadly shy quiet Cybertronian femme. He's impressed and amazed. He opened his intake to speak and Y/N looked away shyly. That's when there's a massive explosion heard.

"We need to get out of here!"

Others nodded and the groundbridge quickly was activated. Wow, looks like Ratchet knew what was happening. He is a smart doctor after all. He is good in Cybertronian technology but not in human technology. Get it? There are differences, and so Ratchet gets pissed off easily so Raf is always to the rescue.

Everyone ran through the groundbridge as it closed and they entered the base. Some of them had their servos on their knees, panting. Y/N quickly went to her berthroom, ignoring some odd glances from others. She felt so screwed and embarrassed that she only wanted to stay hidden, away from others. Once she entered her room, she closed the door and just didn't came out...

At night~

Y/N stayed in her room all day, not coming out at all. She still felt embarrassed and she's scared to face others. But what she doesn't know was that everyone was very impressed and amazed, especially Optimus. Once the night arrived and everyone went to sleep, Optimus went to Y/N's berthroom. He gently knocked on the door and waited. Y/N was surprised once she saw her leader... her crush. She looked very nervous.

"Good evening, Y/N. May I come in?"

Y/N only nodded and stepped aside, opening the door wide. Optimus entered the room and the door closed behind him. They both sat down on Y/N's berth. The Prime saw Y/N not making optic contact with him. He gently lifted her chin up so that she was facing him. Y/N blushed and was slightly trembling. Optimus has a soft look. "Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you, Y/N. I just came here to speak with you."

Y/N nodded and calmed down slightly.

"I came here because I'm impressed and amazed by your sudden move back at the Energon mine. May I ask what happened?"

Y/N was quiet for a few seconds. She sighed before speaking. "It's just... one of the high-speed moves that I kept a secret from everyone. They saw me as a shy and quiet one, but no one knew that I was also deadly and fast."

Optimus hummed in understanding. "Why did you hid it from the team?"

"Because, I... Oh screw it! I was scared, ok?! I didn't want to be kicked out if I revealed my deadly attack!" Y/N looked away and covered her faceplate with her servos. She hoped that she didn't wake anyone up since she did shouted by accident.

Optimus was shocked by that answer. She was scared because if she revealed that deadly attack, that she would get kicked out? Banished? Oh no! Optimus would never allow that! He's in love with her! She isn't a traitor! He then took gently her servos in his large ones, showing a gentle, lovely smile on his dermas. "I would never kick you out. When you ran off, everyone was speaking about your attack. They are amazed and impressed, including me."

"R-Really?"

"Yes." He then looked nervous. "I also have something to confess. Ever since you arrived in the team, I laid my optics on you. You're just adorable, beautiful, cute and shy. But you proved me that you're more. You're also deadly and fast. I love you, my dear."

Y/N was blushing bright blue. Her crush confessed his love feelings towards her. She's so happy! Her spark was beating happily against her chassis. She showed an shy, yet adorable smile on her faceplate. She looked down shyly. "I love you too, Optimus."

Optimus then smiled brightly. He pulled her into his arms and held her. He felt her snuggle into him as she purred. He then lifted her chin and gently brushed his dermas against hers. "You're so full of surprises, my dear." He then kissed her.