#Multitool Mechanic

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ah Togami welcome back

[hellenhighwater]

Do you carry any other fun and whimsical things in your purse besides the brass measuring tools? can we see them??

"What do I carry in my purse" is actually a really long answer! Not very whimsical though.

I don't carry a very large purse but it is actually jam-packed with stuff. Obviously the usual—credit cards, ID, badge, money, car keys.

But the rest is taken up by a tidy little lineup of things that are useless 99% of the time and crucial 1% of the time. Some of it (most of the top row) floats loose in my purse; most of the bottom row packs into the little bag there. My sketchbook du jour is usually carried separately.

So: top row:

Sketchbook and the little brass drafting tools, which I carry inside the sketchbook, and also a little metal ruler that has honestly become redundant.

Then, a bunch of pens and marking tools: A ballpoint, some pencils, paint pen, permanent marker, white gel pens, white paint pen, white mechanical pencil, and eraser. This varies depending on what I'm working on and what I've absently left in the wrong place.

Some lip gloss, hand sanitizer, concealer, chapstick, nail polish, and heavy lotion (clay dries your hands out SO hard) and a hair pin. Usually there are several sword shaped hair pins also; I took them out while working on a project and they'll migrate back when I'm done.

Headphones, a couple knives, and a tiny foldable gerber multitool. A little flat card multitool, with a heavy needed shoved into its case also, and a pack of clear sticky notes.

A two-port USB brick; I usually also carry a power bank but it's charging in the car right now.

My change purse and my wallet, which is just the IDs; my actual cards are in a pocket in the purse that also has a little nail kit. My car keys, which have a bottle opener and a combined window breaker-seatbelt cutter, a 64 gig USB key, and keys to my studio, house, garage, and the courthouse.

The bag itself is metal mesh, which means it’s durable but also somewhat see-thru.

That little tin is a tiny first aid kit, which probably I should have unpacked, but it's got bandaids, bandages, skin tape, blistex; antiseptic, itch, and burn cream; eyedrops; several small packets of common meds (tylenol, advil, etc) and a little folded chart for meds, since I’m terrible at remembering which can be taken with which; a breath mask. There's also a razor and some safety pins tucked in there. It's held shut with a hair tie.

There's some single-use earplugs and some zip ties, some more eye drops, and a tiny vial of liquid breath mint.

A deck of mini playing cards.

A tiny sewing kit--needles, pins, earring backs and pin backs, some heavy black thread on a bobbin, a measuring tape, and some foldable scissors. There's a couple glasses screws in there from before I had Lasik.

Another little multitool, some binder clips, a tiny level, a 120 gig USB, and some bobby pins.

Matches and a lighter, a flat pen, and coils of 20 lb fishing line, picture wire, and monofilament, as well as two short USB cords.

A tide pen and a glasses screwdriver.

The bag contains cardboard strips with several yards of tape: Electrical, packing, scotch, duct, gaff, and skin tape. Superglue. A spare piece of heavy cardboard to use as a cutting surface if needed.

An Xacto knife with the blade reversed (learned my lesson after jamming my hand into my bag and taking a chunk out of a finger when a springloaded switchblade opened itself) and spare blades.

Some more clear sticky notes and a tiny lined notebook for when I just need scratch paper.

My car actually includes two slightly different emergency bags—one for regular roadside emergencies (including emergencies in blizzard weather) and one for camping emergencies, and a bit more of an extensive first aid kit.

[daycourtofficial]

Action!

Pairing: Azriel x Nesta x reader | WC: 3.4k | warnings: oral (f!receiving, m!receiving, everyone’s mouths are everywhere), piv, bondage, dildos, bossy Nesta, going to Paris

Summary: Having two mates is a dream come true for smutty book lover Nesta Archeron. There is nothing she enjoys more than having them reenact her favorite scenes, even if she is a picky audience.

Author’s note: um I don’t really know if the mechanics of the sex toy mentioned are possible but why can’t prythian have multitool dildos idk why not who cares anyway this is for you anon!!

“Azriel - take off her pants.”

Laying on your shared bed, Azriel’s warm body was on top of yours, his legs caging yours together. Hazel eyes full of desire looked down at you, debating if he should listen to the command or do as he wanted. A shadow slithered up to your elbow, sending goosebumps up your arms.

You recognized the moment in his eyes he decided to listen, groaning at the loss of his heat as he pulled off of you. His hands tugged at the waistband of your pants, sliding them down your legs as instructed, purple panties meeting the air.

Everything about this was at Nesta’s direction, even down to the clothes you wore. Azriel pinned you beneath him with his lusty gaze, waiting for further instructions, unphased by your whining.

“Now slowly slide your hands up her legs before settling your mouth on her.”

He did exactly as she instructed while you wiggled and whined beneath him. Pages rustled in the corner Nesta was occupying, a book laid out in front of her with a cover depicting a large orc and a swooning female. They all seemed the same to you, but she found great pleasure in having a live performance, and the two of you were keen to make her happy.

Azriel’s hands were cold as they slid up your legs, stretching the simple task out as long as he could. You couldn’t help the shivers that went up your spine, hopeful that Nesta didn’t notice your off script action.

“Hold her hips down and lick through her underwear, Az. I want her panting with need.” Her bossy tone nearly had you moaning already as Azriel’s hands did as she asked, pinning your hips in place. His tongue slid up your inner thigh, stopping contact with your skin at your panty line before resuming his crawl over your clothed cunt.

You bucked your hips up, desperate to wrap your legs around his face, but his hands kept you in place. His tongue moved expertly through your folds despite the cloth, knowing every spot that made your toes curl.

The shadowsinger was an eager actor, taking Nesta’s direction as if it were an assignment. He wasn’t always like this, his mood usually dominated what role he wanted to play.

It seemed today he was happy to indulge Nesta with whatever she wanted.

“Now take your pants off, Az. Dove, I want you to say, “you’re so big” when you see it.”

One of Nesta’s favorite bedroom activities was directing the two of you into a scene, telling you what to do and what to say. Depending on her whims of the day, sometimes she’d recreate scenes from books to what she thought should have happened or how she would insert herself.

One of her other favorites was tying up you or Azriel and acting out the scenes on the other one, forcing the tied up one to watch. She was always in control and it sent both of your heads spinning to hand it over to her.

Azriel’s pants slid down his hips, his large, hard cock popping out. You moaned at the sight, shutting your mouth quickly at Nesta’s disappointed sigh. You swallowed down her disappointment, trying for a lusty voice.

“You’re so big, Az,” you breathed out. No matter how many times you had seen it, it was still true. The sight of it still left you surprised you could fit all of it inside you.

“No - try again. More like a breathy virgin instead of whatever that was.” Nesta’s tone was annoyed, and you knew you only had one chance to fix it. She wasn’t exactly an accommodating director.

“You’re so big, Az,” you repeated, putting the emphasis on so. Nesta sat in silence, her mouth quirked as she watched, debating on if your performance was good enough. You couldn’t look at her, only watching Azriel stand over you, waiting for his next direction.

“Az, come sit in my chair. You may touch yourself.”

Your body ran cold at her words. You stilled as Azriel got off of you, half considering clinging to him to hold on. Whenever one of you failed her scenes, she was downright cruel.

“Nes, I’m sorry, we can do it again. I’ll be better.”

She tsked as she stood, making a big show of giving Azriel a big kiss before walking away. You were frozen on the bed, unsure what to do as she stopped at the chest at the end of your bed.

“Nesta, please? Let me be better.” You were squirming as she rifled through the chest, worried about what exactly she had planned for you. She made a big show of pulling out her purple harness, showing it off to you before laying it on the bed - a warning of what’s to come.

Nesta rifled through her chest some more, leaning over so you got the perfect view of her breasts. You could ignore how good she looked while in her chair, focusing your energy on Azriel, but you swallowed hard trying to tampen down your arousal. Now she stood before you in all her glory, not hidden behind pages of a book. She wore a deep black lingerie set, black lace doing little to cover her.

Nesta said nothing as she stepped into her harness, taking her time dragging the fabric up her toned legs. She attached her biggest strap to it - a bright blue glassy thing that was longer than Azriel’s cock. Nearly the size of your forearm, you had never been able to fit all of it inside of you before. You weren’t sure anyone could.

Nesta had bought it as a joke a few years ago, something the three of you drank a lot of wine while testing out, none of you able to fit more than three quarters of it inside.

Nesta crawled up the bed, your pleas of how you’ll do better falling on deaf ears as she approached you. You parted your legs automatically for her, Nesta stopping when she was right in between your thighs, her weight terrifying and thrilling above you.

Nesta was happiest when bossing the two of you around. Sometimes you and Az unintentionally took turns on who acted out, other days Nesta picked one of you as a scapegoat, wanting to get off on the power she held over you.

It made your heart race and your cunt throb.

She held your knees apart as she moved the cock through your folds, a whine coming from you at how cold it was.

“Say it.”

If you were feeling really bratty and wanted to be thrown over her knee, you could have responded with ‘it’. But today, today you wanted to be on your best behavior.

“You’re so big, Nesta.” You tried again, looking down at the cock as it picked up your arousal. You weren’t sure how she even had the thing made it was so big.

“Are you going to take all of it?”

She looked at you expectantly, but you didn’t know how far this script went. You hadn’t read the book, weren’t sure what to say.

“Yes, I will,” you nodded a bit too much, the movements of her cock dizzying. Despite its size, you wanted so badly to sink down onto it and take as much of it as you could.

“Do you really want to waste our time, hm? Look at Azriel.” Her hand grabbed your jaw, turning your head to look at the shadowsinger. His hand was slowly stroking his cock, enjoying his two mates from a distance. His face was impassive, waiting to hear what you’d say. “He was doing so well with someone who can’t take direction.”

You babbled out another apology as Nesta threw your legs over her shoulder, gently nudging the cock in. The stretch stung ever so lightly, dissipating into pleasure with each roll of her hips. Slowly she would push a bit before pulling back out, each attempt letting her go in deeper.

“You said you’d take it all.” It was stretching you out so well, you could feel yourself dripping onto the sheets. Nesta’s arousal was so strong it clung to your nose, acting as an aphrodisiac.

“If you’re a liar,” she said, thrusting in again, making it to halfway before pulling out, “you’ll just have to sit in the chair with this between your legs until you can prove it.”

Your thrusts grew more erratic at her words, despite knowing you were close to how much you could take. Her cock was filling you up and there really was no more room.

“And what will you do?”

She laughed at your question and if you weren’t so lost in your neediness you might have shrank back.

“Oh, Azriel and I will have a very fun time in this bed while you watch.” You thrashed beneath her, but she pinned your hips down, the fill of the cock almost too much and you weren’t even three quarters of the way.

“You’ll just have to sit and watch Azriel get rewarded time and time again while you struggle to fit it in.”

“I can do it,” your voice was strained, struggling as Nesta thrusted in again, her hips halting at your words.

“Let’s see where you are.” Her hand slowly slid down your thigh, stopping when she reached your clit. Her finger moved through your folds as she held the strap in place. You whined, grinding up and down on the cock to create more friction, growing frustrated with each second she didn’t move. Her fingers trailed down, wrapping around the visible part of her cock.

“There’s still about four more inches.”

You whined at her words, certain she must be wrong. You couldn’t handle even one more inch, let alone four - something she knew by the glint in her eye.

“Azriel, come collect her.” She slipped her cock out of you, ignoring your whine before sliding off the bed to pull her cock off the harness and exchanging the base of it for something that will suction.

“No, no, Nesta please.” You begged, hoping she’d come back. You were so close, you needed her to come back. Azriel stood from the chair, his hard cock up against his stomach as he made his way to you, wrapping his arms around you and picking you up from the bed with ease. You were wild with need and desperate to please her, but nothing you said was making its way through to her.

“I’ve changed my mind.” You perked up in Azriel’s arms, waiting to hear the rest, too lost in your lustful haze to pick up on her wicked smile. “You’ll be on the floor instead of the chair.”

You whined in Azriel’s arms, your mate not letting go as she suctioned the cock to the floor, testing it to make sure it’d stay in place. Azriel began to deposit you on the floor above the cock, stopping at Nesta’s raised hand.

“Wait a minute.” Nesta held up a hand before curling it around your throat as she stood behind you. “Lick it. Taste yourself on it.”

The shadowsinger put you on the floor, your knees thudding on the hard floor. You slowly bent down and stuck your tongue out, tasting yourself on the cock as they watched you. You felt their eyes on you, felt their arousal through the bonds in your chest.

Nesta’s nails dug into your hips, lifting them up into the air, giving both of them the perfect view of the slick arousal down your thighs. Nesta took the opportunity to press her hand against your cunt, her flat palm reigniting the heat in your belly as you stroked the cock with your tongue. You grinded against her hand, desperate for any kind of stimulation, but she only kept it in place.

“Put it in your mouth.”

You did as she said, wrapping your mouth around the toy. At your obedience, she stuck a finger between your folds, eliciting a low moan from you. You pushed back against her fingers, begging for more friction she surprisingly gave to you. You moaned around the cock as she sped up and slipped one of her fingers inside of you.

“I don’t think you can handle the whole thing.”

You put your mouth down further on the cock as if to prove to her you could take it. She stuck a second finger inside you, the other gently squeezing your hips back onto her hand.

Her fingers were magic, pushing in just the right spot. You knew she was getting off on watching you taste herself on her cock, but you didn’t care. It felt too good to stop.

You felt your orgasm coiling in your belly, just another minute of her touch would be all you needed. Before you could finish, she pulled her hand away, leaving you humping the air, desperate for her touch. She laughed, something cruel that had you tingling with embarrassment and arousal.

“Azriel, she’s going to sit on that cock while I ride you. Once she gets settled on it, can you use your shadows to keep her there?”

You pouted until one of the shadows pinched your left breast. It seemed even they listened to Nesta’s demanding bedroom tones.

You did as she said and sat onto the cock, the stretch a bit easier, but still coming up short. Your ankles locked into place as shadows held you down, a few twining around your wrists and holding them behind your back. Nesta looked at you approvingly as she climbed onto the bed, a wicked grin on her face.

“Perfect.”

You whined and ground down onto the cock, trying to bite down the moan fighting its way up your throat. Nesta oriented their bodies so their heads were facing you, able to watch you struggle while they fucked.

It was torture watching Nesta kiss him, her nails lightly digging into his neck as she ground onto his hips. The two together were so perfect, you had gotten off on just watching them on several occasions.

Held in place, you moved up and down on the cock, enjoying the show your mates were putting on. The shadows held you in place, but a few helped move your hips up and down and one even began nipping at your neck.

You glared at Azriel, the both of you aware of what he was doing, but he kept his eyes on Nesta. Azriel’s hands were gripping Nesta’s ass, slamming down onto his cock, thrusting up to meet her. The pair ignored you, too lost in each other to pay your moans any mind. You didn’t know how long it had been until Nesta finally peeled her lips off of his, raising her face just enough for you to see her eyes.

“What do you think, Az? Think we should let her join us?” The shadowsinger moaned, lifting up to kiss Nesta’s neck and down to her chest. One of the shadows hid in the valley beneath your breast, tugging at you like Azriel was doing to Nesta. “Or once we’re finished, I can keep playing with her.”

One of Azriel’s hands moved between them, fingers circling Nesta’s clit. The extra pressure made her grinding faster and sloppier, and she threw her head back in pleasure. You matched her pace, keeping the same rhythm she was, and you weren’t certain where your desire began and hers ended.

“Pin her hips down.” Azriel listened to Nesta’s command, his shadows wrapping around your hips holding you in place. You strained against them, desperate for friction, too turned on by your mates to think straight.

The shadows kept you in place as her moans grew louder. She was putting on a show, but you twitched with anticipation for each moan. You pushed against the shadows as your mate finished on top of Azriel, his hips still bucking seeking his own pleasure. Her heavy breaths filled the air but she was quick to stop Azriel’s movements.

It seemed her favor for him had run out.

She said nothing as she climbed off of him, the obscene sound of his cock falling out of her nearly making your eyes roll back. She made quick work of stepping off the bed before pointing at you, silently telling Azriel to collect you.

The shadows loosened their hold only as their master came to get you, picking you up as if you weighed nothing before waiting for Nesta’s order. You pressed your thighs together, unable to stop yourself from indulging in the scent of him.

Nesta put a new cock on, this one smaller and much more manageable. The wait was excruciating as Azriel held you in place. This had to be just as torturous for the shadowsinger, his cock hard and twitching beneath you.

Nesta pointed to the bed, eventually orienting you and Azriel back to a similar position from earlier, except you were on your hands and knees as he sat up on his knees.

Nesta’s fingers were wrapped in your hair, holding your face inches from his cock. You nearly reached out to lick the tip, just for a taste of the beads of cum leaking from him. Nesta stood behind you, holding your back to her front, not giving you any wiggle room.

“Now, tell him it’s big.”

Nesta slowly slid back inside you, the smaller cock attached to her harness making your knees weak. Your mouth parted, trying to think through the pleasure, trying to remember what she said. It was so hard when all your thoughts revolved around both of them and how badly you wanted to finish.

“It’s so big, Azriel.”

Nesta pulled back out before slowly sliding back in a little deeper.

“Good. Now take him in your mouth.”

You opened for him as his cock pressed into your mouth, the sweet taste of his and Nesta’s arousal still coating it. Your grip on the sheets tightened, unsure how long you’ll last.

“Good girl.”

Nesta dug her nails into your ass, clutching at your hips, sure to leave bruises. Her praise went straight to your head, your mating bond practically singing under her praise.

“Are you going to be a good actress next time?”

Your mouth still around Azriel, your nose pressed up to his stomach, all you could say was ‘mhm.”

It was good enough for Nesta.

“Az, move with me.” The two coordinated their strokes, Azriel pushing into your mouth as Nesta pulled back. It was dizzying how good it felt. Azriel had a firm hold on your head while Nesta kept your hips in place.

“You’re taking us so well.” Their thrusts were speeding up and you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold out. Waves of pleasure kept riding inside you, and you were so close you could almost taste it.

Azriel’s thrusts grew out of time with Nesta’s growing faster as his orgasm approached. Nesta wrapped one of her hands around your hips, her long finger rubbing at your clit the extra pressure you needed.

Azriel held the back of your head to his cock as he finished, his warm semen shooting down your throat. The feeling of his orgasm in your chest, along with all of Nesta’s touching, sent you over the edge, moaning around his emptying cock.

Nesta held her strap deep inside you, heightening your waves of pleasure until you tapped Azriel’s thigh with your hand. They both quickly removed themselves from you, Azriel’s hands cradling your head as you collapsed onto the bed.

You had fallen half on Azriel, both of you gasping for breath, coherent thought an untenable concept at the moment.

“Shh.” Nesta rubbed your head, gently stroking your hair as you breathed hard. Her voice was softer now, the demanding tone replaced with one full of warmth.

“I’m going to run a bath. Do you want to be alone or want us to join you?” You raised up two fingers, too tired to say anything. Nesta ran a hand up Azriel’s side, one of his wings shuddering from the action. She quickly collected you in her arms, lifting the two of you up before carrying you to the bathroom, gently rubbing your back.

“We wore her out, Az.” Azriel didn’t answer as Nesta stepped into the bath, cradling you to her chest. She strained her ears, listening for her other mate, only to hear soft breathing coming from their room. Nesta chuckled to the house as she nestled into the tub, water sloshing with her.

“I think I wore them both out.”

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[a-cat-in-toffee]

okay you are making a lot of good points actually. you've swayed me. I was just overcome with such a wave of queer emotion thinking about vyncent watching william fix something I think I hauve couvid

pd scifi racing au. "randy what the fuck does this mean?" I wish I could tell you

[tari-stories]

Interplanar Tool of Stars Prologue

Prologue

With a thunderclap the glittering building above them topples into another but luckily rests, arrows of material swinging down from the heavens into the street below, crushing a nearby evac train and causing it to explode in red like a fruit drink, lives cut short in an instant.

An anthro corvid and cat, Maren and her wife Loret, dash through the burning metropolis. Feather and fur hid and ran through twisted metal. They just need to get to one of the evacs.

“Holy shit! How far are we!?” Maren slams the broken multitool into a building door, its various mechanisms whining at the barbaric use.

“Uh- I believe two kilometers!? Though, a beast seems to be that direction” Loret peers through the floating looking-glass as she manipulates a map with her hands, a small scroll containing the screen. The beast surely there, considering the mass destruction and buildings toppling, although their flesh was not visible on this plane the chaos was.

“Alright, we’ll go through the buildings, any trains still active?” Maren breaks open the door, bringing up a flashlight to reveal the hastily abandoned jewelry store. “...Want a ring?”

Loret filed in after Maren, looking around with an amused smile. “Maren, dear, you’ve already gotten me five since the Flickering Beasts arrived on-planet.”

“Another wouldn’t hurt! You can show the kiddos when they arrive after this hell’s frozen!”

“Fine.” Loret laughed at her wife’s grim antics, maybe this mini-apocalypse wasn’t too bad with Maren.

#

The fighter rockets through the buildings as Styli tunes the multi-planar radar system desperately hoping to get a reading from one of the radar towers nearby, the half-satyr half-harpy pilot’s first actual deployment just had to be a complete disaster. Over the last five hours seven city-sectors were devastated, an entire pack of Flickering Beasts had found their way into Ring’s Landing and downtown was already eviscerated. Most of them were giant-sized though, so radar pings were relatively common… the issue was hitting the godsforsaken beasts.

- Planar disruption located at sector J9K2. Size: giant - 

They found one

Escaping to the top of the city, Styli gazes out at the burning surroundings. Familiar streets and buildings wrecked, countless kith and kin gone. The evac shuttles were just barely hanging on, evac trains going offline one after another.

- Evac train I-3, its here! Requesting cove!—

- Does anyone have a visual on any secure routes!? We’re stuck on the east edge of downtown with half a tank of energy left for our train. -

- This is a message requesting immediate assistance at Farnan’s Bank, we’ve got twelve survivors holed up with us in the vault and!—

- Has anyone seen a blue and orange personal shuttle!? Please my partners are in there! -

- I don’t know where to go I don’t know where to go I don’t knowwheretogoIdon’tknowwhereto–-

- Where the fuck are they!? My radio malfunctioned and I’m flying through these streets blin—

- Do we have any reinforcements!? Commander Erane, please tell me there’s more fucking people coming. -

- Argent-9, I’m attempting to route additional squadrons but- the situation is fucked- I can’t I can’t. How many do we have evacuated!? -

It was a mistake to keep long range communications on… but Styli feels like they have to, flying over the inferno of a home they need to hear its last words… maybe it could be saved, if they could just kill those fucking beasts.

Finally finding the trail of the beast, Styli dives down and opens fire on the imperceivable monster. Lead and plasma sink into the invisible horror and briefly show the vivid skin of the beast at the impact points, a shrieking cry echoing from it. The Flickering Beast takes down another building as it seemingly turns on the jet, yet Styli already pulled up and prepared for another attack.

#

Monoma’ch jumps off the roof, spinning the meteor hammer and chanting incantations. The end of the weapon glimmers to life and fire as they bring the meteor around them then into an elbow shot. True to its name the meteor hammer slammed down upon the Flickering Beast’s head below, Monoma’ch’s interplanar eye piercing its veils and seeing the beast for what it is in another plane. With a crack the rope goes taut, the Flickering Beast’s cranium careening down into the alley below. Monoma’ch pulls back the meteor then kicks it down again into the monster’s skull, shattering it into a normally unseeable mush.

They land on another roof, feeling it destabilize so quickly running to the next.

“One down! For your second true outing, five beasts slain isn’t that bad Mono, the air corps have only gotten seven so far. Say, why don’t we beat them out in this competition?” Their tail, Ach, flicked, scanning the surroundings for more prey.

“Ach, please don’t make this a damn game. Real people are dying–” Mono caught sight of another beast, barreling towards the evac ships “Shit!”

Ach swings around to look at the scene, letting out a hiss. “Ough, that’s going to be a fucking mess.”

Monoma’ch launched towards the horror, chasing after it like the rope of their meteor followed it.

Eventually overtaking the massacrer, Monoma’ch spins the meteor hammer around its neck, arm, and finally elbow. The meteor rebounding around and punching the beast in the side on Monoma’ch’s behalf, the beast turning like a bull to the left.

“Civvies heading to the shuttles from that way Mon! Ready to give them a good fucking show!?” Ach flicked again, helping to stabilize Monoma mid-air.

#

Loret hears the beast heading to them first, having gotten a small hoverbike she and Maren had lurched down towards the evac shuttles. “Maren, beast on its way here!”

“Oh shit! Turn turn turn! Maren grabs Loret’s waist, holding on as her beloved swings into an alleyway.

A crack resounds through the streets as a small figure whips the invisible creature just before they enter the alley, its terrible chaos turning away from the couple. Loret spins around back onto a road, weaving the bike through ruins as the two look up towards the lithe being above. It hops from roof to roof, seemingly felling the beast after a few more swings.

“Who the fuck is that!?” Loret turns back to the street, focusing on the rapidly approaching shuttles.

“Maybe that Monothingy!? The one on the news last week?”

“Hopefully, that person’s a fucking beast with that meteor!-” Loret nearly spins out trying to avoid a fallen sign. “Gods, Maren, we may need to go back on foot.”

“Alright, let’s hurry though, the beasts are getting awfully close to the shuttles.”

#

Styli pants, having pulled five strafes their ammo was running low, they need to kill it on this one.

- Sector R4 is gone! I repeat it’s all just fucking gone! -

The plane spun around, Styli feeling its movement like a limb. They refocused the guns’ targeting on the beast’s last location and pulled the trigger. Every lead and plasma projectile spun towards the horror with the cries of the entire city. No. An entire planet, Styli channels the grief from watching their planet crumble into the package, desperately hoping to buy time for reinforcements to help bring back the situation.

- More evac shuttles have landed! They’re in sector A2, please direct civilians there and guard them! Avoid T3 and Y6 as there are Flickering Beasts located there! -

The bullets hit their mark, tearing the imperceptible creature’s hide and causing it to apparently crash onto the floor, the revealed spots from the impacts not hiding again. As Styli pulled up they sighed, it was dead.

- Did Centaur-5 just kill a beast on their own!? Bloody good job Centaur-5! -

Looking upon the city, Styli realizes just how much was gone, and there were still thirteen beasts in the city according to the radars... they needed to save their home.

- I… I’m calling a retreat, we can’t manage this, we’ve lost all the helicopters I sent; ground troops are in shambles; and the beasts are getting closer to the evacs… All units and evacs retreat, please- I- I can’t. -

What?... No no nonono

#

Monoma’ch wraps the meteor hammer around the beast's neck and tugs, they couldn’t suffocate the creature but star could…

Crack

Snap the neck.

Mono looks around, spotting the corvin and felin couple running to the evacs, they were alright… good.

As Mono pulls back the rope Ach stares down at the creature, sneering. “Pitiful thing, I mean really they only have the fact that they’re not visible on regular planes going for them.”

- Monoma’ch, this is a direct order from Commander Erane and the planetary governance council. Retreat. I repeat. Retreat. -

The voice echoes through both their heads, causing body and tail alike to wince a bit.

“Buzzkills.” Ach sighs and begins to scan for a route out. “Let’s get going Mon, no use disobeying.”

“...” Mono turns and begins hopping from building to building, taking a look around at the city they just failed.

#

The shuttles are meters away, Maren hears the frantic directions of the crew as they appear to be all leaving. Plasma and lead shot up into the sky at an unknown threat behind a row of buildings.

“Why are they leaving so soon!? Wasn’t there two hours left on the evac schedule!?” Loret tugs on her wife’s arm, speeding up to catch the evacs.

“Is the situation that bad?”

“Must be–”

With a thunderclap an invisible creature falls upon the evacs. Metal, bone, and flesh melding together under an unseeable horror as at least  hundreds of sparks of life go out. Blood sprays out in an unnatural pattern, being courted around the body of the beast as it squeezed out the liquid of life from the evacs.

Maren looks on at the scene, pupils as small as the stars in the sky as she puts a hand on her mouth.

“Love, we need to go, we need to go.” Loret shakingly grabs her wife and begins to scramble to some sort of shelter, anything as the air raid sirens begin to sing a song of atomic fire.

#

Styli flies over the city, comms screaming. Their hands felt frigid, looking over their home as it is condemned to evisceration.

- What the fuck!? Why is there a nuclear warning!? -

- Commander Erane! Commander Erane!! Please tell us what’s going on! -

- Gods, please, does anyone know where the warhead is going!? -

- We’re in the subway, I’ve got thirty civilians with me, please does anyone know what to do!? Please we have elderly and children! -

- I-, gods. Where is the commander!? Uh- everyone try to get as far from the center of the city as possible, just run! -

Faint sobs echo from the radio. The commander’s.

Styli contributes their voice to the chaos, the small green rectangle confirming outward broadcasting. “Fuck… no no no nononono. What the fuck!?”

They see a distant yellow stream over the horizon line, death incarnate. Pulling on the stick and willing the plane to move they begin to veer away from the center of Ring’s Landing. Looking down at the ruined shops and apartments, occasionally seeing the small shapes of people running for their lives.

Tears fall down the hybrid’s face, metaphorical arms of the dead and condemned tugging them back but the seat refuses to let Styli be dragged out of the plane. The pain thrashes through their heart as if their pockets are filled with stones in the seas of Europa.

[gftimelordstwin]

Hey there!

Name’s Stanley Pines, though you can just call me Stan. Figured it’s about time I give this Internet thing a shot— after all, everyone’s on it these days, right?

Now, I’m not the brains of the operation, that’s my brother Ford. He’s the one with all the fancy titles nowadays, but I’m the guy who gets things done. We travel through dimensions pretty regularly. Y’know, fighting off whatever weird alien or monster decides to show its ugly face. Nothing we can’t handle, of course!

PINES! PINES! PINES!

Anyway, I’m not one for long speeches. Just thought I’d introduce myself. Stick around, who knows what might happen next.

See ya around! - Stanley Pines

OOC: OH WOW THIS BLOG WAS LONG OVERDUE- anyway here's the companion blog for Stanley to my other blog @gftimelord because I actually couldn't help myself HAHAHA! My main blog is @matrixbearer2024! Lee is mostly still same old same old, he's just a hidden genius and dubbed 'carer' to Doc. In terms of the Doctor Who franchise, he's similar to any timelord's companion(e.g. Bill, Clara, Donna, etc.) I'll mostly have him set post-weirdmageddon but I'm open to shifting whichever point in time for questions or RPs, have fun everyone! P.S. Down below are insights to his character and inventory for anyone interested or planning to interact with him!

Lee's inventory:

Multitool:

Lock Picking: Designed to pick locks of all kinds, from standard doors to more advanced mechanisms.

Electronic Fiddling: Can be used to tinker with small electronics and gadgets, though Lee prefers more practical solutions over technology when he can.

Simple Mechanical Fixes: Handy for quick mechanical repairs, Lee uses this when brute force isn’t the best option.

The Doctor(AU Stanford)’s Old Blaster:

Energy Weapon: A basic blaster for ranged combat, though Lee doesn’t often use it unless necessary. He prefers the physical satisfaction of a fistfight but keeps it for emergencies.

Adjustable Power: The blaster has multiple settings for stunning, damaging, or disabling targets, though Lee usually keeps it simple.

Brass Knuckles:

Close-Combat Weapon: Lee’s weapon of choice in most situations. He’s skilled at hand-to-hand combat and uses these to pack an extra punch in a fight.

Durability: Built to withstand multiple hits and heavy use, these knuckles are well-worn and reliable.

Zygon Forcefield:

Personal Shield: A protective barrier which protects him from the worst injuries in dangerous situations. Lee often uses this out of caution which makes him ridiculously hard to kill and all the more dangerous in close-combat situations.

Camouflage: For a temporary time, the advanced zygon technology refracts and manipulates light to turn Lee invisible to the naked eye. This can be activated and disabled manually.

Energy Absorption: The shield absorbs incoming energy-based attacks but has a limited capacity before needing to recharge.

Repair Box:

Immortality: A set of nanobots that constantly repairs and heals injuries on Lee’s body, making him functionally immortal. Age and illness won’t kill him, but fatal injuries still pose a threat.

Healing Factor: Non-fatal wounds heal rapidly, allowing Lee to recover quickly from injuries that would incapacitate others.

Autonomy: Lee made Ford promise never to bring him back once he chooses to end it, granting him control over his immortality.

Watch/Log Recorder:

Travel Logs: Keeps track of multiverse coordinates and records short, practical notes on their journeys.

Dimensional Awareness: Helps Lee keep track of which dimension he's in, providing useful information about their location and any notable anomalies.

Communicator: Think like how a smart-watch can send and recieve calls and messages, his watch functions the same way with it's other added functions.

Coin:

Fidget Tool: Lee keeps this coin as a simple distraction, flipping it when he’s thinking or waiting. It’s a grounding tool for him during tense moments.

Memory Keepsake: While he never talks about it, the coin holds sentimental value for Lee(Soos gave it to him).

Stack of Cards:

Games: Used to pass the time or engage in games of skill, these cards are always on hand. Lee’s excellent at card games and has a natural sleight of hand.

Distraction: In tight spots, Lee’s been known to use the cards to distract or mislead enemies.

Satchel (Hidden Under His Blazer):

Storage for Small Gadgets: This satchel contains his coin, cards, and other small items. Lee keeps it concealed under his blazer for easy access.

Minimalist: True to Lee’s practical nature, he carries only what he needs, keeping the satchel lightweight and easy to hide.

Bigger On The Inside: The bag functions like a small bag of holding without the weight restraint, Lee can fit a surprising amount of items in it thanks to how it functions.

Lee's Appearance:

Lee wears a dark brown blazer mostly to keep himself warm, also having more layers on adventures when clothes are prone to tearing is generally a bonus!

He also sports a red beanie with his signature icon(the oyster) on it since it reminds him of home, also because Mabel gave it to him.

Started wearing gloves to protect his hands more since his knuckles and palms constantly get scratched up from all his roughousing(and fighting).

His sachel is always tucked under his blazer out of precaution(to avoid being pickpocketed or it being stolen off him), his pockets are more for his hands than anything.

Wears boots under his trousers since he thinks they're just more practical.

Key Quotes About Lee:

"If it's stupid but it works, it ain't stupid."

"Work hard, play hard."

"Rule number one: The Doctor lies."

"Good men don’t need rules."

"Never be cruel, never be cowardly. Hate? That’s just dumb. Love’s a whole lot wiser. Be kind, even when it’s hard."

"I do what I do ‘cause it’s right. It’s decent. And above all, it’s kind. If I run today, good people are gonna die. But if I stand and fight, some might make it. Maybe not all, maybe not long, but that’s good enough for me."

"Brains and cruelty don’t mix, never have, never will."

"Sure, a straight line’s faster, but c’mon, where’s the fun in that?"

"Don’t go flexin’ muscle for no reason. You’ll just embarrass yourself. But if you’re mad? Yeah, go ahead, throw a punch."

"You know when folks tell you everything’s gonna be fine, but you don’t buy it? Well, I’m telling you— everything’s gonna be fine."

"This is me, right here, right now. What matters is who I am, not who I used to be."

"In all my time across the multiverse, I ain’t met a single person who wasn’t important. Not once."

"There’s no point in bein' grown up if you can’t be a kid sometimes."

"You don’t just quit. You don’t let stuff happen. You stand up and say, 'No!' You do what’s right, even when everyone else runs for the hills."

"I’m not runnin’ away from anything, I’m runnin’ to it. Before it fades out forever."

"Great men are made in fire. Sometimes, it’s the ones who light the match that never get the credit."

"My back’s killin’ me. Guess it’s ‘cause I’m stuck carryin' the weight of all these deadbeats who crush everyone else’s dreams."

"Call me by my full name again, and I’ll remove your organs in alphabetical order. Got it?"

"There’s better stuff to do today. Dying? That can wait."

"Letting things get to you? That’s called bein' alive. Best part of it, really. If you’re alive right now, you’re doin' fine."

"I’m always gonna be the optimist. The guy hopin' for the impossible, dreamin’ about what comes next."

"We’re all stories, y’know? So let’s make this one a good one."

"Everything’s gotta end at some point. If it didn’t, nothin’ would ever start."

"Life’s a mix of good and bad. The bad doesn’t ruin the good, and the good doesn’t fix the bad. It’s all just... there."

"The more we learn about each other, the more we learn about ourselves."

"Yellin’ at the world ain’t gonna make it better."

"Somethin’ doesn’t add up? Well, let’s go poke it with a stick!"

"We all change, all the time. That’s how it is. And it’s okay. Just remember who you used to be, and keep movin'."

"Funny thing about stories… feels like you don’t make ‘em up. More like you stumble across ‘em. You keep diggin’ and writin’, knowin’ that somewhere out there, there’s that one perfect ending that you never saw comin’, but was always meant to be. It’s like you’ve been headed for that spot the whole time, without even knowin’ it."

"Y’know, for some people, it ain’t the big moments that matter. It’s the small, beautiful ones. That’s what life’s really about—those little sparks that make it worth all the trouble."

"We’re all capable of changin’ in ways we never imagined. But here’s the thing—ya don’t gotta lose who you are to do it. We grow, we evolve, and we still hold on to the parts of us that matter most. You get to choose who you wanna be next, and still respect who you’ve been."

[olive-pup]

Fuck it, toolposting time

This is my day to day kit, and with it I can fix just about anything in the plant. It's missing exactly one thing, and that's a pair of good pliers/multitool, but that's on its way (it'll be carried separately because I'm out of room in my small pouch and my big one is too big. Breakdown of all my tools below the cut

From left to right, we've got:

- LOTO locks. Safety is first so my locks are first. These are American Lock model H-6698 in blue. Very heafty aluminum lock, does exactly what it's supposed to; locks things out and keeps me safe

- next is my Wiha compact allen key sets. One for metric and one for standard. These ones in particular are nice because of their length, makes for extra leverage.

- after that is my modified Icon magnetic flashlight. I modified it so the longer LED bar faced in towards the battery so it can be used upside down or as a work light. USBc rechargeable and very handy

- taking center stage is my Klein Tools insulated screwdrivers in philips and slotted (flat head). They're well used so I don't use them for any work that would actually require insulated tools as the 1000V rating can't be trusted or verified. Probably my most used tools

-second to last is my trust adjustable hammer. It's a Craftsman model CMMT81623 and it's great at rounding off nuts and bolts or doing percussive maintenance. Has custom dog bone engraving (I did it by hand, don't judge)

-and finally, my trusty toughbuilt cliptech pouch. I love these because they have a quick release mechanism that means I don't have to fight it to take it off and I don't have to take off my belt either. Very convenient. I have a larger one that I use for big jobs, especially electrical jobs because it's been modified to hold my multimeter and some other useful tools.

That's all for edc except for my keys (not pictured for obvious reasons) and my radio, which isn't anything special. If this is something people are interested in, I can go into more detail or even do a full toolbox tour (at least, what I'm allowed to show, I do still work for a company haha)

[grassyneptune]

love alyx taping over dirty dancing like she hated it, but she could’ve carried media (movies or combine patrols) over to russell’s given his storage capacity, his place isn’t too far. she only has so many vhs tapes on hand

the intimacy of a mechanic doing field repairs on the very thing keeping you alive. she knows that suit more than you do. alyx memorizing hev alerts and keeping an eye out for suit batteries herself

she surely helped kleiner build the hev mk V, what if the flashlight is the one from hla?

starts calling her multitool iterations mk I, mk II because of it

alyx and judith dying hair together. gave her the red streaks :) the farthest step she could get judith to do on her own hair was bleach

torn between kleiner being behind all the klab doodles vs alyx drawing on his clipboard during their extensive talks

alyx struggling between "honesty is good and preferable" and not telling eli things that'd make him fall over

comfortable hugging the hev suit because her best friend is made of metal. every time its internals roar up she thinks of dog

alyx also deeply struggling with loss. cradling her mom’s necklace. had to have an emotional discussion with eli after olga left because she couldn’t stop crying on her own. dug through city rubble for days for a glimpse of that bright orange hazard suit despite every imminent threat demanding she run. ep2? god.

probably wept at a mirror over how much she looks like her mom

alyx not following into vents because she has both nyctophobia AND claustrophobia, leaves her inevitably sitting in the darkness by herself as she waits. gordon brings a flare back to her (fears known or not. it was a courtesy thing) and it sparks all her ep1 flirting

olga as unidentified deaf character doesn't mean alyx would’ve learned asl per se, given olga’s accent. alyx taking it upon herself to learn a second sign language for gordon because she's that stubborn. back to square one, dog!

alyx watching gordon’s body language, glancing in conversations to read his expressions, getting tells wrong. barney has to convince her she can't hack her way through this kind of code (been there, done that) (wants to see her try)

alyx and barney going through pre-war conspiracy books to poke fun at what they did and didn't get wrong

sharing weapons with alyx. swapping melees. alyx is a sniper!! let her use the crossbow! gordon would carry her ep1 shotgun for her if she'd ask

(also gordon using the alyxgun in the victory mine. gives it back fully reloaded and ready to go)

alyx and gordon sharing a wardrobe since clothes are so limited. gordon wearing something that's so obviously alyx's and vice versa. alyx thinks it's weird to point out, it’s not like it means anything. as if she wouldn't wear the nice jeans her guy found in a dusty, long abandoned building. this woman thrives off hand-me-downs

hoodie was a gift from magnusson. semi-embarrassed to ask if white forest happens to have a second one lying somewhere

never felt fleece before -> LOVES the texture of fleece. if it’s not her only jacket then every jacket she owns is fleece-lined

hla backpack evolves into her toolbelt in terms of inventory, rather than having both in hla or hl2. she mostly only lugs around her backpack for scavenging trips nowadays

can't get immersed in movies, the acting takes her out no matter how natural it seems. can't get past the fact it's fake. practical effects are her favorite though

little alyx climbing atop equally little dog to reach places she shouldn't. humble beginnings of her tenement-scaling career

eli made her wacky cake growing up because dairy? eggs? in this apocalypse?

those egg-flavored combine rations, however long they’ve been produced, never tasted the same after she had a real egg with real salt. the taste of a YOLK? the combine know nothing

alyx bypassing the ladder in kleiner's lab and just sitting on the loft with her legs dangled off the side

scavenging beyond scrap metal and parts. things she knows people will like. white forest’s tea collection grows an extra tin without a word

[elbiotipo]

Notes on gear in Campoestela, mostly spacesuits:

Spacesuits are cheap and widely produced compared to today, but they are also tailor-made, much like a VERY, very high-end business suit. Going to a spacesuit tailor is often expensive and a bit of a chore, as you have to tailor everything from the actual suit to atmospheric mixes, especially when it comes to different species. However, once they are done, they usually last for life.

The main kind of spacesuits are the "skintight" counter pressure suits (see here). They look remarkably like racing suits, and are rather easy to put it on and comfortable. Carbon nanotube and smart materials deal with most of the uncomfortable parts, but you WILL feel a certain Tingle in your more curvy parts. You've been warned.

You can, actually, wear your suit as everyday clothing. There's also zippers for when you have to go... The astronaut underwear, of course, still works as a diaper (dissolving *stuff* with genetically engineered bacteria for that purpose), and when missions get extensive, there's no other way. Because of the bad past reputation of astronauts who did it anywhere, they have gone all the other way now, and most spacers are meticulously clean and very touchy about that subject.

(the beforementioned bacteria, as well as atmospheric and pressure mixes, have to be customized for different species, which makes spacesuits a rather expensive lifetime investment)

Helmets are standarized, but by far, the most complex part of the suit. Equipped with radio, lights, a HUD controlled by eye movement and blinking (though many prefer wrist buttons), and even some little snacks and water in case you are stranded and have to wait hours or even days for rescue. They are very easy to put it on, seal automatically with the collars of all spacesuits, and unlike current ones, they allow you to move your neck inside.

(there's also a little stick to scratch your nose).

Astronauts love to put stickers on their helmets. In fact, spacesuits are very much personalized; a plain space white suit is frowned upon. Mission patches and flags, much like punk battle jackets, and very often the name is on big letters on the back, like a football jersey, for easier identification. Many spacers, especially those who like to stand out, go even further and decorate their suits with family heradly, or special artwork like tattoos, you can find some that look like an abstract or baroque painting and you can say "oh, it's This Guy" (and that's exactly the intention). Most of this of course applies to human spacer cultures, other cultures and species have different traditions. Some might look all the same, but in ultraviolet or infrared reveal all sorts of complex patterns.

Spacesuits backpacks are very much miniaturized, also easy to connect to standarized helmets. Helmets themselves have limited air recycling capabilities, but you need a backpack for any EVA.

LISTEN UP, ASTRONAUTS! Here's what you need to have in your belt before heading off: a beeper (radar to check distances from objects), backup radio, sealing patches (if there's any puncture on the suit or helmet), intravenous iodine (for radiation), sedants and anti-nausea (not a good idea to go out with nausea or The Bends in an emergency, species dependant of course), signal flares and flashlight, multiknife (or facón if you're Esteloplatense), and don't DARE going out without a safety line.

On a planet, suit or not (what, are you going out with your suit planetside? are you from a movie or something?) you still have some gear on your belt all the time. Breather mask and goggles just in case, again, a multitool or knife, pills with nutrients for when the local food isn't enough (for Argentines, they look like La Yapa candy), iodine pills, a kind of smartphone for rugged terrain (like two months of battery and capable of being sunk in mud with no problem), advanced wristwatch (many carry a mechanical one for emergencies) and various other tools. If your belt doesn't do a jingle jangle when you're walking, are you even an astronaut?

Bullet or energy weapons are frowned upon in spaceports, obviously. Most spacers have some 'on the trunk' for emergency, but unlike most science fiction, they don't usually go carrying them around all the time. In fact, gunfights in remote spaceports are mostly a fiction from the equivalent of western movies.

Most spaceships also carry a lot of little bots that do all the maintainance that biologicals can't do, especially since these are ATOMIC ROCKETS we are talking about, and a human fixing a nuclear lightbulb engine would get their DNA chopped. These droids are ubiquitous in all spaceship garages and cargo bays, and usually you can adopt one for cheap, they're treated much like pets and are very hardy; they do need a lot of radiation cleaning though.

[dailycharacteroption]

Signature Item Envoy (Envoy Alternate Class Feature)

(art by ZenVanillaCoke on DeviantArt)

When it comes to most characters in any form of media, unless they’re always naked for whatever reason, they probably have possessions. Clothing, weapons, nice jewelry, and so on. Because of the way such items can help define not just a characters role or abilities, but also their distinctiveness, their silhouette, and their unique appearance.

Beyond a character design perspective though, people in real life also have iconic possessions, things that they are rarely ever seen without. A favorite hat or jacket, a lucky ring, the same adjustable multitool that they’ve been using forever and has personal significance, or even a relatively unique weapon they keep on their person. They might believe it’s lucky, love the way it looks and derive a confidence boost from it, or simply find it so reliable that it’s presence reassures them.

No matter the reason, it is these factors that form the basis for today’s subject: the signature item envoy, which gains confidence when they have their favorite item on their person, gaining slightly different benefits depending on the nature of the item!

As a baseline, the signature item helps determine what the first expertise the envoy has, and while such an item is fairly unique, they can replace it if it is lost, or if it needs to be upgraded.

Armor can either be literal armor or shield or other protective item, and is often either custom designed to look iconic, or has trinkets and memorabilia integrated into it. Wearers typically gain expertise in intimidation, reading others, or hiding their identity. Additionally, they are so familiar with their armor that they can better turn aside or absorb incoming attacks to reduce the harm that comes to them. Additionally, they find it much easier to use their expertise defensively to resist assaults on body and mind: both because they learn the technique earlier, and because their expertise rarely provides minimal benefit.

Their signature item might be non-defensive clothing instead, though. Anything from a favorite hat, jacket, pin, or any other form of outerwear. With this selection, they can learn two additional tricks associated with the social skills, and by adjusting their clothing, they can switch “modes”, gaining the benefit of one while not using the other and vice versa.

Others have a signature tool, which can either be mechanical or medical in nature. In the former case, it might be a hacking kit, a tool set, personal hand held computer, or the like, while the latter might be a surgeon’s kit, diagnostic tool, and so on. The former gains the benefits of being a mechanic’s custom rig, along with the ability to take mechanic tricks. Meanwhile, medical tools instead function as a biohacker’s toolkit, and allows the envoy to take theorems as well.

Finally, some choose to have a signature weapon, which might be a fairly unique weapon choice not usually seen, or it might be a customized tool of death with various enhancements and cosmetic options. Naturally, these envoys either start with the engineering smarts to mod their gun themselves, or the bluffing or intimidation to back up the threat of the weapon itself. What’s more, they practice with it regularly, sometimes performing tricks and flourishes, which gives them confidence to then fight a designated foe for a short while with the same lethal skill as more deadly career paths.

This archetype is super simple, but a great way to handle the idea of a character that is defined by their relationship with their equipment, both in mechanical and backstory terms. Naturally, depending on what sort of item they focus on, your build can vary from tanky or stealthy to social, technical, or even offensively-inclined, so build accordingly.

It should go without saying, but an archetype like this is just begging for lots of backstory and personal lore about why they value this one specific part of their ensemble so much. It might be an heirloom, a neat thing they picked up because they thought it was cool, or maybe just an item they purchased that spoke them aesthetically on such a level that they couldn’t help but get invested in it.

Having won it at their very first racing circuit, it’s safe to say that the starship pilot Elgan loves their custom aviator jacket, which is now covered in decorative patches and the marks of dozens of repair work. All the more bizarre when he suddenly abandons it like it were nothing, all because he became a victim of the infamous fungal bodysnatchers, the dycepskians.

Though definitely not a copaxi design, Pikganak really enjoys the look of their heavy vesk armor, going so far as to add their own touches, the powered suit seeming to resemble a walking coral reef at this point.

While out shopping, the party happens across a custom high-end cavitation pistol that catches their eye, but not because they’re interested in purchasing it. No, the custom-tooled emitter, the exotic finish, and event the charm on the grip from a defunct holovid program all point to this being the signature weapon of one of their mercenary buddies, something she would never willingly relinquish.

[sarsaparillaart]

"More useful than your own hand."

Swordtember 22nd - Mechanical

Sort of a Diyaran multitool/dolabra.

The ekkyed* is a common farming tool in most parts of Diyar. It is an ancient tool, having evolved from simple adzes over hundreds and hundreds of years. While it can still be used for its original purpose, the ekkyed has built up a reputation for its universal nature. The bladed end is most commonly used for cutting wood, but it doubles as a defensive tool for farmers travelling to and from major cities in order to sell goods. The pick end can be used as an adze, but also for entrenching and breaking rocks. It is a tool of the common folk in Diyar and its image has become synonymous with that of the worker. Many Henoites are depicted with an ekkyed, particularly those who stand to protect the poor.

In recent years, the tool has begun to pick up further symbolism. As Diyar transitions from a largely agrarian state towards a commercial power, the ekkyed has become a symbol of rebellion and protection of the peasantry. This is particularly true within the last few years as the influence of mainland trade consortiums has created sentiment for the repealing of anti-slavery laws. The workers and tradesmen of the Chain are invaluable; at times one must remind the city Ménages that the ekkyed has two ends.

*/'ɛ.xjɛd/

[krimsonkatt]

Jeht Von Gunglaive (Chronicles Meteorfall)

Finally, we get to talking about my OCs! With the advent of the final finished drawings of these characters, I can fully start talking about them in detail.

Jeht is a mechanic in Morda Vael from a long line of inventors and one of the many noble houses of the empire. His dad, Gustav Von Gunglaive, worked on the Empire's massive super weapon, the Tower of Babel. However, upon learning that not only the so-called "radio tower" he was working on was actually an armed superweapon AND that it was going to be used as a beacon to summon the archon Baetylus and his crimson meteor at the behest of Trello, Prophet of Morda Vael, Gustav intentionally created a vulnerability in the weapon to exploit later.

However, one day that all changed. During the day of an important science fair, something went horribly wrong and Jeht and his father were put under investigation. Upon raiding Gustav's lab the black blades, Morda Vael's secret police, found that Gustav planned to betray the Babel Project and remotely self-destruct the tower. Gustav was indited and put under house arrest alongside the rest of his family under heavy supervision and surveillance. Jeht's life was practically ruined in an instant. And the funniest thing is this day, the day that ruined his life, Jeht can't even remember...

Jeht eventually helped Tayo, Zenith, and Stacy escape from the state-occupied city of Baetas with the help of the modified magitek armor he and his father were building. Gustav actually had a secret alternate way to shut down the tower of Babel, one he hid from everyone. He created a virus that could shut down the Tower of Babel's whole operation and self-defense systems, but needed a long distance transmitter to do send the virus to the tower. The only long distance transmitter in range of the Tower of Babel was within Castle Naughtmare, which just so happened to be the same place Tayo, Zenith, and Stacy were going in order to save Koros. So Jeht joined the team, becoming its temporary leader before Koros could rejoin them.

Jeht has a massive crush on Tayo, though he mostly keeps his feelings to himself. He only confesses to his true feelings to Stacy while them and Tayo+Zenith are separated within the Cavern of Torment, and Stacy pledges to keep it a secret on Jeht's request. Eventually Jeht confesses his feelings to Tayo before the final battle and Tayo politely turns him down, as Jeht expected. Jeht takes to this well as he just wanted to get his feelings out there.

His default class is Thief and his S-Class is Hexblade, a powerful speedster who specializes in inflicting status effects. His ultimate weapon is the Multitool MKII, an upgrade of his starting weapon Multitool and one of the strongest daggers in the game.

Jeht's S-Talents include "Toolbox" and "Dark Descent." Toolbox Jeht has at default while Dark Descent is learned by completing Jeht's EX quest. Toolbox is unique among S-Talents and even talents in general as it is the only Talent or S-Talent that can be spammed, using a certain rare item from your inventory as payment rather than TP. However, as a compromise the Toolbox S-Talent actually uses press turns, unlike regular Talent Arts and S-Talents which are free turn-wise. These special items that toolbox uses can only be crafted by using Jeht's inventor's table in Gustav's Laboratory and require rare materials to craft. However, these special item-using talent arts are incredibly powerful, their effects including fully filling everyone's TP, fully healing everyone's HP and AP while granting reraise, stealing any dropped item at an 100% chance, or instantly killing a single attacking enemy with a powerful counter.

Dark Descent is a much simpler move in practice, dealing colossal dark damage to one foe that pierces 75% of DEF while granting all allies the sidestep status. Like every other talent and s-talent it costs 100 TP to use.

[adventureshadows]

The road less traveled is rarely paved with perfect intentions. Bikepacking, like life, is a journey of discovery, and sometimes that discovery involves a healthy dose of "what-wases-I-thinking?" moments. But fret not, fellow adventurer! For these wobbles on the path are the very threads woven into the rich tapestry of experience.

Bikepacking is as personal as a fingerprint. Some find solace in the meticulous ritual of a morning coffee, cherishing the comforting weight of their favorite grinder. Others treat sleep like a sacred vow, their slumber a non-negotiable indulgence. Still others embrace minimalism, a testament to their ability to thrive on the bare essentials. There's no "right" way, only the way that resonates with your soul. This journey is about uncovering your own needs, your own rhythm against the wind.

With each expedition, the landscape shifts, demanding a unique approach. Packing becomes a dance between anticipation and restraint. Does the route offer laundry facilities? Three pairs of socks might be a luxury, not a necessity. Sharing gear with a fellow wanderer fosters camaraderie and lightens the load. Remember, your puffy jacket can be a loyal daytime companion and a nighttime bodyguard against the chill. Let your layers be adaptable, just like your spirit.

The thrill of the unknown beckons, but so does the responsibility of planning. While picturesque campsites and breathtaking sunrises may dominate your dreams, don't overlook the logistical backbone of your route. Where will you find water, supplies? How will you handle unexpected detours? A well-considered route is a safety net, a silent promise of peace amidst the adventure.

Be your own master mechanic, for self-reliance is a badge of honor in the wilds. A spare inner tube, a trusty repair kit, a chain link, and a multitool – these are the talismans of a prepared soul. Pack them with the same reverence you pack your sense of wonder. Tailor your gear list to the terrain you'll conquer. Remember, preparation is not a weight, but a pair of wings.

Distance is a relative concept. Don't underestimate the added heft of your fully loaded steed. Design your daily mileage with your fitness level in mind. Allow yourself ample time to arrive at camp before the sun dips low, gifting yourself precious moments to unwind and refuel beneath a canopy of stars.

Embrace the unexpected! Sometimes the greatest discoveries lie off the beaten path. Be flexible, a willow in the wind. A friendly local might reveal a hidden gem, a spontaneous detour leading you to a feast under a starlit sky. Perhaps after days of conquering miles, your body whispers for a day of rest, or a shorter ride. "Be like water, my friend," they say. Adapt, flow, and find your rhythm.

One final note, a whisper of caution: a helmet is your loyal guardian. Miles from civilization or nestled near the city's heart, a head injury is a souvenir you don't want to collect. Ride safe, and may your adventures be filled with the music of laughter and the whispers of the wind.

[ask-emoripals]

top ten list of all the knives that sunny owns

🔪: *Cracks knuckles* Ah hell yeah.

10: three-bladed knife. Outside of the novelty of a tri-bladed knife it really isn’t anything special, still a pretty cool knife though.

9: Recreation of Stone Age knife. Pretty damn badass recreation and a great way of seeing history, but there’s a reason they were phased out with bronze and other metal knives

8: My first knife. Just a steak knife with a small chip on its blade. Still nice to keep for nostalgia.

7: Workplace utility knife. High up primarily for it’s practicality for cutting into boxes and other containers… surprisingly effective in lockpicking into abandoned buildings.

6: Medieval dagger. (with sheath) Makes me feel like a badass assassin, and the sheathe is quite pretty and nice to stim with.

5: Serrated knife with foot long blade. Effectively a short sword. Almost never carry it in public but it’s great for cutting meat from the grocery store, and the serrated edges are good for opening cans. Can’t get higher due to people thinking I’m a serial killer for having this with me.

4: Butterfly knife. Badass appearance and opening mechanism. I use primarily for knife tricks, though it’s great for carving wood.

3: Aztec sacrificial knife. A birthday gift from Mari. Blade is so fucking sharp that I got a severe bleeding by merely brushing against it slightly. Fancy appearance especially with the obsidian blade.

2: Swiss Army knife. Nice appearance, cool and practical functionalities, and is usable in a lot of situations. Less of a knife as much as it it a multitool. But so very awesome.

1: Puukko. A damn beautiful knife, sheath is wood carved with cute kitties, blade has some nice runes, and the handle is made from birch and is so very pleasant to handle. Extremely practical, and can be used to cut meat, brush clearing, cutting tree branches and firewood.

And this is my list for my knife collection. Do ask me other questions involving knives or other weapons, and perhaps the jewelry and crafts I’ve made too.