#i hate using power armor. i feel so bulky and huge

[bottlezap]

I don't know how 76 feels when you're playing it as a social multiplayer like its designed to be but I actually am having a great time playing it as a weird hermit who barely interacts with anyone,

it's like. I was the last one to leave the vault (I know technically the game starts the same way for everyone so we were all the last to leave but w/e ) and everyone else is out there building mansions of Stuff and tromping around in power armor together. I have a little strange cabin in the woods and I'm wearing a vault tec university jacket I found. I'm not invested in following the plot so I'm just kind of wandering the world and looking for interesting landmarks on my map and poking around abandoned buildings just to see whats there.

its kind of freeing to play a fallout game where I'm not the chosen one hero trying to change the world, I'm not tied to The Plot, I'm just a strange girl urban exploring and trying to stay alive

[twitchesandstitches]

A Gun For Tia

Walls shook and floors subtly bent as Tia ambled through, her expression the calm and benevolent blankness of someone who might as well have elevator music playing in her head. Today her pink hair-tentacles were short and soft lumps glowing around her head, her glasses bobbing faintly on a snout halfway between being fish-like and froggy (and very cute either way). Massive lips were slightly opened, as if framing a thought she’d lost hold of a while ago, and onward she moved, without any particular indication that she really cared where she was going.

The floor bent beneath her feet. For a while, her feet had remained fairly stable, so it was probably a configuration she was happy with. The basic structure was surprisingly birdlike, with considerations for her great weight and mass and the needs her feet needed to be to support her body; a broad foot, with three very wide and short webbed toes, arching into a high shin. For the moment, though, she was not walking on two legs, but on all fours.

It should have given her some trouble. Her gigantic breasts were so big, and billowed out in front of her and outwards, that they were smacking into the ground. They rolled beneath her, slick skin wobbling and jerking with a liquid heaviness, and it should have been uncomfortable. She didn’t look like she was walking, exactly, but dragging her expansive endowments beneath her.

She hummed contentedly to herself, giving no sign that it bothered her at all. Possibly she’d just forgotten to feel discomfort, right them.

Her massive tail flapping behind her (And today, many thick and fleshy flaps sailed out from the sides, many times larger than her actual tail, which would have been perfect for swimming), she paused and noticed something. She’d wandered somewhere she wasn’t entirely familiar with.

The walls were heavily dented here; to one side, a long passageway had been converted into a barebones shooting range, with holographic projectors rigged to display various monsters. Perhaps activated by her presence, one of them turned on and projected the moving image of a demonic-looking beast, snarling silently.

She regarded this calmly. Considering that her other general reaction to an apparent threat was to instantly lash out with overwhelming force, it was probably best for the integrity of the habitat that she felt more mellow than that.

A nearby door lay ajar, prone to a lot of attention. She paddled over to it. “Yo hoo?” She called out. No one answered her.

She entered into a small room, managing to squeeze her disturbingly flexible body through the comparatively tiny door. There, she was met by a number of lockers, hanging off the walls; locker was a bit of a technical term. They weren’t stationary metal boxes, but big containers like giant hamster wheels, large enough for a human to fit into comfortably; in the strange, fluid nature of local space, they seemed a lot bigger on the inside.

She came close to the nearest one. A counter-weight mechanism allowed them to rotate at a steady pace, and as she came close to one, light glinted off many implements of destruction. Sharp edges glinted just barely visible through their ports; plasma capacities hummed faintly, ready to draw the cosmic energies of the universe into a combat-ready form; gigantic miniguns rested, ready for their under-arm grips to be taken by anyone big enough to properly use them.

Tia studied them for some time.

She felt a little uncertain. On the one hand, she had an aversion to most things specifically designed to (and Nevnir and the other weaponsmiths hated it when she refused to play nice about this) kill people. That���s what a weapon was. They were for killing things.

She ran a huge webbed finger awkwardly across the hilts of swords and the integrated power sources that would, when activated, project a cutting field that would carve through whatever they touched. It was too easy to imagine those blades piercing flesh; her breath caught as some part of the back of her mind rifled through scabbed memories and she heard brief gasps that sputtered out, the echoes of blood splattering on the ground, and the distinctive smell of spilled… internal bits.

She stared at them for some time. Her expression was somewhere between grim fascination and a sort of existential revulsion. For someone who had been alive for so long that continued existence was just part of the way her life worked, the idea of a permanent ending, or a tool specifically created to hasten that, was… uncomfortable.

Her stomach turned. Additional pockets for digestion, accessible from pretty much any orifice of note, formed on the spot.

On the other hand, she felt limitless curiosity for pretty much anything, even if it was profoundly unsettling to her, and a bit of hard pragmatism hammered into her by grim necessity. Yes, she was immortal; her flesh repaired itself, she automatically adapted to most things that hurt her, and even if her body was destroyed, she’d eventually rematerialize soon enough. But the people around her wouldn’t.

It was a duty to stop the things that would hurt them. Even if it made her stomach churn.

The lockers spun underneath her hand, her fingers gently tapping it to apply just enough force to spin them around like a prayer wheel, a comparison that struck her as both amusingly ironic and kind of mean.

She wasn’t sure what she was looking for. But perhaps she’d know what it was, when she found it-

The wheel stopped, her finger pressing against it hard enough to lock it into place.

A-ha.

There, sitting there, was a gun. A firearm. It was one of the ones that drew its ammunition directly from the background energy of the multiverse; not something that blasted projectiles with tiny explosions or accelerated its payload with electromagnetic catapults. It spun cosmic essence into its ammunition, and she carefully lifted it out, studying what it could do.

It was… bulky. Bulky all over. It was a cross between a one-man minigun and a light machine gun; a big gun probably meant to be wielded with two hands and a mount if at all possible. She carefully maneuvered it around, noting that it was nearly as tall as the average man; anyone wielding would be nearly dwarfed by it. Much of this bulk was from the surprisingly simple machinery that would harness its cosmic ammunition, shaping it into projectiles based on the weapon’s settings.

Yes; she found a dial on the side. It went from 0 (STUN), a little higher at 1 (ZAP ZAP) all the way to Ten (ARMOR BUSTER)... and then a hastily scratched 11. She played with it a little, twisting the knob, and as it moved up, it rearranged itself, various mechanisms switching around on the fly. She felt them powering up, pumping more juice into increasingly destructive processes, little vents shuddering and releasing acrid steam, bolts of energy grounding themselves from larger capsules along the sides.

It started shaking around level 6; alarmingly, little spikes and ominous angry faces appeared on the screens, and she hurriedly put it back to zero. The gun sealed itself up, back to its more friendly original appearance.

The barrel was long and heavy; more like a cannon than a gun. She found a switch of sorts and clicked it; this setting was marked ‘SNIPER’ and the barrel extended considerably, various power-augmenting batteries visible within it. There were a few others: ‘ROCKETS’; ‘BOOMSTICK’ and, in tiny scratching so as to actually fit into the space: ‘DROWN THE WORLD IN GLOW’.

She hit that one. The gun extended and swelled out, into something that looked very much like a laser minigun.

Some part of her that was a little more enthusiastic about the prospect of lots of automatic shooting made very happy noises, in the back of her head.

Tia gave it a tap on the side, casting a spell, and abruptly the gun grew bigger, instantly fitting her hands and growing nearly as big as she was. “Well, if I GOTTA have a shooty stick, this one looks pretty nice,” she said to herself.

She turned around and headed off, to have a conversation with Cocoa and Nevnir. Maybe she could see about getting a few improvements to this weapon.

[tomiyeee]

finished the story quests for bl3 (but barely any of the side missions yet) and i got...Opinions(tm)

(sorry if this doesn’t cut on mobile! also if you want to hide spoilers i’m tagging all my bl3 posts as “bl3 spoilers” so ny’all can blacklist it)

in no particular order:

i honestly wanted to give gearbox some slack and try my best to like this game bc i know people had probably unfairly high expectations for this game given all the build up, but they really just kept letting me down in everything but the graphics

said this before but overall, the characters are all Quite lackluster

^^ tyreen and troy included. adding the word "bitch" to every sentence does not automatically make it funnier

that being said, i super love their backstory + relationship with typhon/nekofeyo-whatever

the character designs are equally boring. moxxi was the only one who got a real improvement imo. lilith and maya are okay. rhys...i dont think i have to explain. lia...i dislike her hair; the black felt like it balanced out her design better and the white streak was interesting and cool but full white just looks bad tbh. zer0 feels less sleek and more bulky which doesnt fit him much. tina lost her pretty color palette and cute outfit. where are all the bright pretty color palettes in general???? there are other colors besides brown and black???? use them?????

ending of pre-sequel: “you will need all the vault hunters you can get” me: “ooh does that mean all the vh’s from previous games are back? i can’t wait to see everyone meet each other! :D” bl3: only nine of them come back, 3 of them die, the rest are involved in maybe one mission at most

boss fights. super. boring. and tedious. i mean this could be partly because i was playing on ps4 which made it extra not fun but if the only reason the fight is difficult is because they have a lot of health...it's not fun or challenging. i want fights like handsome jack with interesting mechanics. i want fights like angel with emotional impact. i want fights like the pre-sequel final boss that i forgot the name of with variation that isnt just "now they have an attack that shines bright lights in ur eyes, covers the whole arena, and can knock you down in one hit im looking at you traunt and killavolt". tyreens fight was the only one that i somewhat enjoyed because of this. all the others were just like "ughhhh again?"

im really enjoying melee amara playstyle. taking out badass enemies in four hits is my jam. this is just my fallout 4 playthrough all over again babey heck yea

typhon just wanted to be a good dad!!! he called tyreen starlight which is adorable!!! he did the best he could and tyreen hated him for it!!! i don’t blame either of them for that tbh, it makes sense from both their perspectives. tyreen definitely should have been more understanding, but she’s a dick so :/ (not saying this is a writing flaw, just a character flaw)

hammerlock needs higher standards in men but i really appreciate the undeniably in-your-face "fuck you" to all gamer dudes

i really. hate. how little the player character seems to matter in the story. in pre-sequel the vh's all had unique dialogue AND npcs would respond, sometimes even with character-specific lines. even when it was the same across vh's, it still felt like the npcs were interacting and speaking directly to them. the player character felt like a character of their own, rather than just a vessel for the player to do quests and kill enemies with or an errand runner for the important characters. i thought that was the direction they were going in with bl3 too but this just feels like bl2 only worse. there’s a separation again between you and the story and it feels like you’re just watching things happen. now ur not just a silent protagonist, but instead your a speaking protagonist who gets completely ignored. whats the point of including unique dialogue if it's not even acknowledged beyond an "uh-huh, moving on"?

sometimes the logic just feels kinda dumb. the twins killed/disabled maya and lilith in a heartbeat, they can literally disintegrate the most powerful beings in the universe, but the vault hunters? absolutely not. they must fight them for 40 minutes and then die.

after the fight with troy, no one even touched tyreen. there's no way they could have thought "yup she's definitely dead, no need to shoot her in the head or anything just to make sure. we didn't do anything to even hurt her, we just assumed." turns out she's 100% alive and gets up to start the apocalypse. who'da thunk! i know they wanted the end to seem more dramatic but it just seems stupid that they could have stopped tyreen like 5 missions earlier had they even the slightest bit of common sense.

lilith was one of the biggest threats to tyreen and troy's whole plan. of course they should leave her alive and simply steal her powers. let's kill the monk siren instead.

i know they didn't include this to give all players a fair experience instead of favoring sirens, but it kinda sucks playing a siren character and it's just completely ignored outside of ur action skill. tyreen and troy are sapping siren powers left and right, but they choose to leave you with yours. when you enter the eridian place with typhon tannis starts glowing because it has "something to do with sirens". what about the one standing right next to her? this applies to bl2 as well...jack i would willingly charge ur vault key for u pls why do u take lilith instead :'(

oh yeah speaking of tannis! i LOVE that she got angels powers. for some reason it just makes me really happy. maybe it's bc i think it's sweet that part of angel survived. maybe it's because it makes for cool fanart. maybe it's just cool. idk. also like that we got a solid explanation of what angel's powers were (influence over technology). i always thought her having control over it in bl2 might've been cuz it was hyperion tech and she had access to it same as she had access to the satellite from bl1. it wasn't super clear since it seemed like she could also materialize things like the ammo during her fight.

that also reminds me: all the dramatic reveals in this game felt kinda badly done.

the very first one with zer0/katagawa. like the whole time i was walking around looking for him i was trying to think why he might've turned/something must have happened to him or rhys. everyone was saying it was undeniably zer0. i finally meet him and take one look at his bright ass maliwan armor and its like. really. you couldnt have made it anymore obvious that thats not zer0. and then his helmet gets knocked off and surprise! it's not him. i totally didnt already figure that out with one glance 10 seconds ago. (maybe even earlier when you got glimpses of him around the building but i always missed it cuz i was looking at the fish tanks n shit)

also the tannis reveal. she was speaking to me in the same way that only known siren characters could. weird unexplained things were happening and seemed to be related to tannis. i wonder if she's a siren? surprise! she's a siren.

tyreen and troy knew about the great vault through some unknown means. typhon was talking about having a son and a daughter who he told stories about the great vault. typhon calls tyreen his daughter a while later and lilith acts surprised like honey ur a little slow, i figured that out several lines ago.

basically i'm not saying they were so obvious that i knew from the beginning of the game; i only figured them out a little before they were outright stated. but it was enough that it kinda ruined the effect and the characters acting surprised only when it was blatantly spelled out for them just made it annoying.

i feel like most of this is pretty negative, but i don’t mean that i hate the game and was miserable playing it. it was honestly okay...like i said i wanted to like it, but gearbox hates me specifically and killed/ruined all my faves just to spite me sooo...*waves hand back and forth in a sort of “ehhh” gesture*. i think my opinion on bl games from most to least fav would be: tftbl, bltps, bl2, bl3, and bl1. so it’s not the worst, but deeefinitely not one of my faves. i mean jack’s not in it (or if he is he doesn’t have a big role) so it’s already at a huge disadvantage. the ending was ok, it was all dramatic n stuff and it kinda makes sense i guess, but it was just about as okay as the rest of the game really. i don’t hate it but it’s not great either yknow?

[cat-the-dragon]

JayTim week Day 6: Bed Sharing

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When you were a hero, safe-houses was something you learned by heart. Heroes not Bats made a point to learn all of their groups' affiliated ones in the geographic sector they were in, and brush up on the new place's each time they had to take a mission out of their comfort zone.

When you were a Bat, you learned all of them, by heart. You just knew them all, JLA, JSA, Teen Titans, Titans, Outsiders, then add all of the Bat-bunkers, and then any one you managed to squirrel away from the Family, Nightwing, Black Bat, Red Robin, Red Hood, Batgirl, Oracle, Robin... As well as some other heroes' personal setups. All over the world. And all their access overrides. Sometimes they were polite, asked for permission, or at least informed the people you were hijacking from that you'd been in, sometimes, especially amongst themselves, not even that.

So it was like that, stowed away in their over-trained memories. A string of coordinates, GPS and civilian, access maps known by heart, pass-codes and traps, and whose it nominally was. Like a neat excel chart.

Because they were kind of assholes, but tried not to cause inter-heroic frictions, and also because they could be a bit snobbish about other people's setups, they did tend to head to the closest Bat-bunker whenever it was possible.

Add to that that a few of them hated to keep the rest of the Family abreast of their whereabouts, and really, it explained why Red Hood and Red Robin both found themselves stumbling into the same room within hours of one another.

Because really, Florida wasn't the place where there were the fewest Bat-places, but it wasn't teeming with them either.

And of course the both of them would have chosen to drop by right after the hurricane and run from place to place, performing all manners of public services in the most critical moment.

Rounding up the most vulnerable people and carting them to solid ground to get evacuated by airlifts with the lest possible strain on helicopters' pilots. Pulling people from wreckage. Stopping looters. Delivering life rafts, water, rations, chemical heat-packs and these new synthetic almost blood tablet substitutes for hospitals...

But also of course, there was only so long any of them could run all around before they were running on fumes and needed to sleep six hours before they could dive headlong in it again. About forty hours, actually. They had all been known to go for more, seventy hours of near constant effort wasn't that uncommon, but that was in Gotham, when they could touch down in any base around every ten hours, doze for forty minutes and run back out again.

Without the smattering of safe places to take a bit of a power nap, they had to actually pull out, find a bed, and sleep for real. And for that, they tended to require the assured security that came with knowing that this bunker had been set up by the Bat himself and was near nuclear proof. Otherwise, no way they could sleep.

There were three such bunkers in Florida, and only one of them in the thickest of the disaster zone. So really, it made sense that Jason stumbled in a couple of hours after Tim crawled in the bed.

Even though Tim could tell himself all that, it didn't stop him from tensing in preparation for a battle should Jason decide he took offense to Red Robin sleeping where he intended to.

Apparently Red Hood still had enough wits about him not to take Tim's presence as a personal slight against him, since he didn't attack, instead swaying lightly in place and narrowing his eyes. "Pretender. I didn't know you were here, didn't see you or hear you on the coms out there."

Tim could have taken that as a personal slight against him, but really, he'd come to accept that everyone in the Family seemed to think he was never competent at anything he tried. "Ah work'd a feu milthouth." He mumbled, then blinked, yawned, and tried again. "I worked a few miles south from here. Didn't use the coms, no one to coordinate with. Used satellite phone to hail the relief effort."

Jason nodded, and closed the door at his back, then started removing his helmet and gear. Tim watched dazedly as gun harnesses and jacket, then almost civilian clothes and bulky body armor came off. So Jason had chosen to trust him and disarm himself in his presence. Tim never knew with him. He didn't even know if he should be happy that Jason recognized him as trustworthy or offended that he dismissed him as not a threat.

But really, Tim was too tired to chose, so he laid his head back down and yawned, still keeping an eye on his new roommate because not doing so would be pretty stupid considering their past history.

Thankfully, Jason seemed not to feel murdery, and to be honest, he hadn't been for over a year, so Tim probably was in the safe zone. At least in a purely physical plane, because Jason had decided that he also needed to remove his under-armoring clothing layer as well, and Tim had not been mentally prepared to be in a room with an almost naked Jason Todd and all the visible muscle that it entailed.

There was no bi panic or anything, though, Tim had been aware that he could find male form enticing since before Kon changed his superboy uniform (but while Kon could have been enough to make teenage Tim's head turn on the physical plan, he had been incredibly obnoxious and very in-your-face straight, so the idea of even asking him anything had died a swift and quiet death before it even managed to get fully formulated).

There was a bit of regular panic though, when Jason finished unclothing to his satisfaction and walked up to Tim, or to the bad Tim was in. There was only one bed in the bunker. It was an unconventional size because they had sized it to fit Bruce on his back with just a bit of space to spare, so it was longer but a bit narrower than a standard twin bed. And Jason was a similar size to Bruce.

Tim narrowed his eyes and hissed. "I am not sleeping on the floor for you."

Jason raised a brow and shook his head. "I wasn't going to ask you to, but seeing as we're both there, I'm taking half of the bed."

Tim tried to narrow his eyes more for dramatic effect, but ended up sighing and scooting closer to the wall. "You don't get half of my covers, though. Go get your own."

Jason laughed, and went to get himself some covers from the closet. With half of the reason for nightly frictions removed, Tim made himself comfortable again and closed his weary eyes. Only humming at the slight dip of the mattress and movement in front of him. The movements stopped, then there was another shift, and he could feel just how close Jason was to him before he spoke. "What the hell, Timmy? Did you go to sleep in your uniform?"

Tim slit an eye open and pouted. "Why does it matter to you?"

Jason groaned. "It's pinching my skin by sympathy. Get out of it before you get armor imprints!"

Tim knew, just by hearing some gossip that Jason became more grumpy and single-minded when tired, so chances were that he would not be sleeping for as long as his clothing situation personally offended the Red Hood. So he made a huge effort of will, rolled over, and slid his covers off his back, then slid a hand over the back of his head to keep his hair from jamming in the zipper.

Jason got the message and unzipped the suit, then since Tim apparently wasn't going fast enough for his tastes, helped the armored fabric off by sliding his hands up over Tim's bare shoulders, easing the uniform halfway down his biceps before Tim could even react.

Tim tried his best to not jump, yelp, or do anything to betray the tingle of his skin beneath Jason's hand, Just tugging at the end of his sleeves to get his arms out, then slipping out of the pants, not knowing if he wanted or dreaded to have Jason help him slide them off with a hand on his skin too.

Thankfully, he was much too tired to get an erection, so he slid his uniform down his legs, and kicked it out of the bed without a hint of how he'd been affected by the brief touch or the view, wrapped back into his covers, and laid back down.

He did feel a lot better out of his uniform, but he wasn't going to say it out loud, instead he turned his back to Jason, and arranged his covers so he was laying on one end of it, making them unstealable, and closed his eyes again.

Jason apparently wasn't affected, as Tim felt him loosely curl himself around his back. Even with the covers between them, it made Tim's mind swirl with more or less sexual thoughts, but even those weren't enough to keep him awake for very long, and he fell back asleep with a sigh.

Tim woke up slowly. He was warm and comfortable, and the he felt a bit restrained, but in a good way, like when he slept under the weighted blanket he'd caved in and bought for his Gotham apartment’s bed. He sighed happily at how well-rested he felt, then froze when a deep hum answered.

What.

He took stock of the situation.

He had come to Florida to help hurricane relief effort. When he had felt like he was starting to make a lot of mistakes out of exhaustion, he had headed for the closest Bunker, which, as far as Tim knew, didn't have weighted blankets (it might be an oversight, maybe Tim would bring up stocking them too, they could prove useful for more than his anxiety and insomnia), then he had been woken up again when Jason came in.

Well, the weight that was anchoring him down did feel a bit like someone had climbed half on top of him, now that he remembered that he had company. And also, Tim was pretty sure he had had a fairly racy dream, but even without that, he did have the traditional morning wood.

Fortunately, the individual covers meant that he couldn't tell if Jason had one too, without it, he was sure it would be pressed somewhere on his person. Which, okay, maybe it wasn't that fortunate, but at least they shouldn't have to deal with any awkward.

Or so he thought.

Jason apparently didn't share his opinion because he jumped back like Tim was on fire and fell from the bed about ten seconds later, when his brain apparently caught up with the fact that he'd draped himself almost all the way over him.

Tim just couldn't help the mean little snicker that bubbled up at Jason's exclamation of surprise and pain.

"Oh, I see how it is!" Jason grunted. And Tim turned around to be able to snicker in his face because it really wouldn't convey the full force of his mockery with his back turned.

Jason huffed and puffed, but even with his limited familiarity, Tim could tell he was pretty amused too.

The interlude at least gave Tim some time to calm down so by the time he threw his cover off, his boner had gone away.

A look at his watch told him that he'd slept for ten hours, a lot more than he had set out to do, but he had been working from a bit of a sleep debt before he came over to help, and Jason had shown up two hours in and apparently Tim trusted him enough that his presence had soothed him into oversleeping. Jason for his part had slept like eight hours, which was probably less than he should, but still a respectable amount.

They slipped back into their gear, and ate a meal that could maybe be called breakfast since they took it after sleeping, but not according to the hour. They discussed what they were going to be doing for the next however many hours, and ran back out into the fray as they were used to. Back into the thick of things, flinging themselves at the wall of human suffering like they had been taught to.

Now that Tim knew that he wasn't alone in the geographic sector, he did chatter and banter over the coms, which made all the hard and tedious work of keeping the death count of the hurricane the lowest he could a bit lighter.

(Nothing could ever make excavating the body of a child out of their home's ruins painless, but having Jason in his ear at least helped him push the grief into a corner and push through to go help people who were still alive.)

About thirty five hours after, five days after the hurricane hit the coastal line, they found themselves meeting back in the bunker. Tim shouldn't have been surprised to get pulled into a hug right as the door closed on them and the security was engaged. Jason might have a pretty distant attitude, but he still was a full person, with a heart of gold and deep compassion, and maybe he needed some comfort too after seeing his own share of pain on his side.

Tim allowed himself to let go and start crying, and Jason pulled him across the room to sit on the bed and rubbed his back silently, then, when Tim's sobs morphed into silent crying, he pulled him closer and squeezed his arms around Tim tight enough that it felt like it had a shot at keeping Tim's soul from floating out of his body. Tim did his best to return it.

He didn't know how long they stayed like that, just hugging, taking comfort in each-others presence. They did detach eventually, and started getting out of their gear.

There was a washing machine in the bunker that could handle their uniforms, it ran on a non-drinkable water tank and the bunker's own generator, so they ran a cycle for them. Jason tried to do some actual cooking from the non-perishables stocked in the pseudo-kitchen area, and grumbled about the quality of his result, but they both ate it eagerly like it was the most delicious thing they would ever eat.

"So. What are you doing next? Going back out?" Jason asked, snatching Tim's bowl and doing the dishes despite the exhaustion he was probably feeling too.

Tim sighed. "I think we're about to stop being needed. Civilian and military disaster response are starting to hit their stride. I'll probably do more good helping the Wayne Foundation gather the funds to send in material goods."

Jason hummed and stretched. "Not going to fly over to Puerto Rico to help them?"

"What Puerto Rico really needs are a few five hundred gallons tanks of drinkable water, medicine, blankets and maybe a few dozen of these cruise ships with decent passenger cabins so the citizens have somewhere to sleep until the reconstruction can start, not Red Robin. It is time for Timothy Wayne to get back home and help Bruce spearhead the civilian solidarity part of disaster relief."

Jason nodded and put the dishes to air-dry, then came closer to the bed again. "It can wait until you have rested a bit, though, can't it?"

Tim yawned and scooted over on the bed. "Probably not, but I'll be more help if I don't crash my plane on the way home. What are you going to do?"

Jason shrugged. "I mean, you have a point about drinkable water, blankets and shelter... I'll see if I can get a cargo plane or a spaceship and hit the poorest Atlantic islands. International help will probably get around to them at some point, but in the meantime they are in pretty deep shit."

All true. "Good plan. Anyone owe you favors of that kind?"

"Not quite, but there are a few heroes I can think of that don't need favors called in to lend their vehicles, or even pilot them here themselves."

Tim nodded. There were plenty of those to go around. Even without counting the heroes who would lend their pilot abilities and one of their mentor's hijacked aircraft.

This time, when they set down in the bunker's only bed, Tim didn't insist on the separate covers.

If anyone asked, it was because they had taken the time to slip some sweatpants and shirts on.

[radramblog]

Pokemon Singles Meme Draft

Among certain parts of my friend group, plans get made and end up falling through more often than you’d expect. I’m sure it happens to a lot of people, but it always kinda sucks when it does, and you come up with all these ideas and they just don’t get to come to fruition. Especially when people are getting hammered with university and work and the grim reality of living in 2021.

An example of this is a friendly Pokemon Draft League conducted by myself and some friends, with the express purpose of memes and dreams only. What that meant was only using the bottom few tiers of mons, and encouraging extremely silly sets with them all the time.

We got through the actual draft, and I built some sets, so that’s what I’m going to discuss today. I have no fear of my secrets being spilled, because at this point I don’t really think it matters.

While I could probably go back and get all the pick orders from several months ago, I frankly cannot be arsed whatsoever. Instead I’m going to go by tiers, where we got 3 tier 3s, 4 tier 4s, and 4 tier 5s. Tiers 1 and 2 were banned entirely, to make sure we weren’t going to see any actually good Pokemon. Memes only, after all.

Tier 3:

Lapras: I’m 90% certain this was my first pick anyway, as Lapras being available at all felt like a steal- it’s Gigantamax form wasn’t banned because we aren’t cowards, and Lapras can take absurd advantage of such. It’s got a great typing and dummy thick defenses, along with solid enough offenses, not to mention the nonsense movepool it has access to.

I ended up building 3 different Lapras sets as tests.

The first was the Perish-Trap set, taking advantage of all those juicy support moves along with Perish Song to actually secure the KO. I…don’t know what I was thinking not putting Leftovers on this set, especially since I already had Protect and didn’t have access to a good recovery move (Rest or Life Dew aren’t going to cut it). But this set would likely just be incredibly rude. It has also just occurred to me that this is a Lapras-Gmax that can’t actually use G-Max Resonance, and that’s a bit of an oopsie.

Set 2 was a pretty vanilla Dragon Dance set, because people apparently forget two things- Lapras gets Dragon Dance, and Lapras’s Physical and Special Attack are the same, at 85 base apiece. As beefy as Lapras is, 85 often not enough to secure KOs, so DDance is a good way to mitigate this. The coverage it gets is also surprisingly decent, and I could adapt this depending on what my opponent’s options are looking like.

The final Lapras set I made is what I called “Blindpras”, or, the Lapras with a bunch of very inaccurate moves. I’ll get into it later, but I did have the ability to use Baton Pass to give some Accuracy boosts to it, but unsupported, this set would be a meme at best. Hella status though, between Sing and Zap Cannon. If it hit them. Frustratingly, Wide Lens is a 1.1x accuracy boost rather than the flat 10% I thought it was, so it’s actually only adding 5% to, say, Zap Cannon.

 Mienshao: I don’t know that much about Singles, but I do know two things are good: Regnerator and U-Turn effects. And this bad boy gets both, so I took it. It also added a Fighting type to my list, which I felt was needed.

I only made two Mienshao sets, but one of them was just Life Orb, so who cares.

This one is the real sauce. It’s not clear there, but this Mienshao has 0IVs in HP, Defense, and Special Defense- the intent being to get near-OHKO’d to pop the sash, and then shred things with Acrobatics. Alternatively, it can Baton Pass off a 2x Attack or 2x Speed, or both if they assume it’s an offensive threat and switch out. This is probably one of the sillier sets, but I would have loved to see it go off- Acrobatics hasn’t been as good ever since Flying Gem went away.

Guzzlord: I wish I had a copy of the rant I went off on for the Guzzlord pick, because it is truly the edgiest, vilest shit I’ve ever written. I was thinking about it at work, so. Guzzlord was the Dragon for the Dragon/Steel/Fairy core I was working on, and it’s also a giant idiot who I really like, so.

Much like Mienshao, I made two sets, but one’s just boring Assault Vest, so.

Spice only. The thing with Guzzlord is that it’s HP is huge, but it’s actual defenses are a meagre 53, so if you want to do builk you put them all in those stats. But it’s still an Attack boosting nature, because that still gives the most raw stats. This set is basically here to take a hit and crack back, with a monstrous Gyro Ball due to the rather sad Speed on this thing, a disruptive Knock Off or Dragon Tail, or just a 130 base power Fling. It could also Dynamax for even more bulk off of Max Steelspike. It’s just a beefy boi.

Tier 4:

Unfezant: After enjoying it in a Nuzlocke, the Love Dove was back in action. It has access to Super Luck, which is probably all it needs, right? Well, not quite, because it doesn’t get any STAB high crit rate moves save the mediocre Air Cutter and Razor Wind, and those both also come off it’s rather shite Special Attack. But we make do around here.

Crit Bird still gets Night Slash as useful coverage, and Dual Wingbeat doesn’t have a high crit ratio, but it does hit twice, and that’s still twice the chance to crit. Feather Dance is also here because everyone underrates it, and U-Turn is just nutty as always. Velocity is good, and that’s what the Love Dove has in spades. At least in this mediocre environment.

 Magneton: A former powerhouse, Magneton was the Steel in the Steel/Dragon/Fairy core and either a tank with Eviolite or a hard-hitter with something else

Or both, as it happens, because Analytic is a cool and good ability. This was definitely an unfinished set, I think, because it feels kind of confused. Like, why Rain Dance? I’m not really abusing that anywhere? Very confused. Anyway.

 Shiinotic: One of the fairies for that core, and the Grass for the Fire/Water/Grass core. Shiinotic was the only thing in Gen VIII that got Spore until the DLCs came out, but that didn’t necessarily make it great. It’s still slow as fuck and not super bulky. And it doesn’t hit super hard.

But, it can be the ULTRASUCC. Big Root works for Shiinotic either on an offensive set via Giga Drain and Draining Kiss, or defensively via Leech Seed or Strength Sap. And Spore is still here because, you know, it’s bonkers nutso if you can take a hit to set it up. And then Big Root helps you get that HP back afterwards. It’s decent enough, I think. If you don’t invest in HP, you can can get relatively more back!

 Mr. Mime: Here as an alternate Fairy and also because I wanted a Psychic type. I didn’t realise how awkward this creepy fuck was until after I actually drafted it. It gets Technician but barely anything to use it with, it gets much less useful support options than I had assumed, and it’s best defensive ability, Soundproof, makes it also immune to my own Lapras’s Heal Bell.

This was some of the best I could come up with. Trick in case Mime needs to neuter a support thing, otherwise just spam Psychic or Charge Beam. Or Magical Leaf, I guess. If you’re into that. I dunno, we were kind of getting to the dregs at this point. Shoulda taken Claydol.

 Tier 5:

Oricorio: I have a penchant for Versatility in my drafts, and since I couldn’t get Silvally, Oricorio had to do. Except…it kind of sucks ass, as it turns out. This was a National Dex league, meaning that we could use Pokemon that didn’t make the Dexit cut into Galar, which unfortunately means they don’t get the expanded movesets that came with the addition of TRs and the Isle of Armor tutor moves. And Oricorio is no exception, having been mercilessly slashed, leaving it very lacking for moves. At least it can be 4 types…?

I actually came up with 4 sets for Oricorio, because it has 4 types, and it is once again a thing that gets Baton Pass, so it has some decent enough options. This one is the Hateful set- the type basically doesn’t matter, but I put it as Pa’u and it would probably actually be best as Sensu for the immunities. Either way, this one is the troll fucker that passes Double Teams, in case I want someone to dislike me. Or it’ll just die, like this things stats are Not Good.

Aerodactyl: On the other hand, my 3rd flying type has actually very fucking good stats. Aerodactyl was OU for a few generations, and I don’t actually know why it wasn’t a higher tier. No complaints, though!

This set is literally one I lifted from Gen 4 Overused, updated with Unnerve because it’s less useless than Pressure here. Apparently OU back then was fucking wild, like, Power Herb Sky Attack on a support lead? I guess it’s fast enough that Sash isn’t something you really need, and if they pick wrong you do just nuke something. It’s a dedicated lead, from an era when that was still a relevant concept.

Camerupt: Another dex-cut species, which is a shame, because I love this idiot. It also lost its Mega, and as a result, is just kind of mediocre. But it was what I thought was the best option left for a Fire type, so.

An alternative lead for Stealth Rock, or just to Burn’n’Boom, Camerupt is here and ready to party. The camel that burns twice as bright burns half as long, except we don’t have a damaging Fire move, so………

Huntail: I considered this one kind of my masterstroke. I was so chuffed when I realised what this fucker could do, and that no-one could stop me- if they picked Huntail, I could just take Gorebyss! Easy money baby!

Huntail’s main purpose was as an opener for Baton Pass. Even though it didn’t make Gen VIII, it’s moveset was just good enough to make this work, with the ability to pass Shell Smash, Coil, or just Iron Defense and Double Team. And with Sucker Punch, it can surprise things or just sweep instead off Shell Smash. No one was going to look at this mans, nobody was going to see it coming.

Which is what set 2 was for. After I’d played my slippery, snakelike hand, I needed an alternative to catch people expecting the pass off-guard. Thus, the rudest set I could think of. Bulky, Toxic in more ways than one, Sticky and impolite.

 At the end of the day, I think I came up with more troll sets than I did actual meme sets. But that’s how it be sometimes, baby, can’t help what I’m made of.

I don’t know how to make actually good sets anyway.

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Execution

When I was sixteen, I wasn’t in a great place emotionally. I was told by a recruiter that all of my problems would be solved if I joined up with SPACE, the Scientific Planetary Alliance for Celestial Exploration, everything would be better. I wouldn’t say everything has been worse, but it hasn’t been better. If anything, it feels like I ran from one problem and ran into another one. Originally, the mission for SPACE was to locate extraterrestrial life. Then, we messed up Earth. The mission changed to finding a planet that we could inhabit with minimum issue. We were a bunch of scientists who had to learn to fight now. No longer were we on a fun trip around the solar system. We’ve been on the ship for almost two years. We’ve discovered several new planets. None of them have been livable. Some are inhabited by giant creatures that would be too much to tame. Beasts as tall as sky scrapers cannot be tamed. There are no giant robots like we were promised. They would shrug off anything we did to them. Other planets have had atmospheres that would kill us in minutes. Some didn’t have solid ground. The entire trip has been pointless. We had Earth; we shouldn’t have messed up. We had years to save the planet but we just kept kicking the can down the road and blaming each other. We haven’t made contact with any intelligent life. The only life we’ve run into wants us dead. It’s ridiculous. I thought there was some grand plan of systematically selecting which planets we visit. Maybe we had some prior knowledge of the ones we chose. Instead, it seems like we’re just aiming in the dark and stopping at every planet we come to. We’re just hoping to find something. Mom wanted me to be a doctor. Every day out here, I wonder if she was right. The constant nagging and hovering didn’t help her make a good point. Still, if I were a doctor I wouldn’t be floating through space. I’m glad she isn’t here to hear that. She would never let me forget it. She’s probably got an ear twitch somewhere down on Earth. Still, it might have been a better career choice than running to the stars instead of finding a solution to my problems. What’s done is done and I can’t change it now. Just, make the best of it. I’ve got two years left on this journey. We’ve learned to master warp speed by channeling the energy of black holes and here we are. Using it every day, and we still haven’t found anything. You’d think they would send out more than one ship. Maybe a smaller ship with less people. But here we are. They wanted a colony of people the moment we found a livable place. We’re just going stir crazy on this ship. More of the civilians are put into stasis due to increases in violence. They aren’t even fighting for anything serious, just looking at each other wrong. It’s ridiculous. I’ve been thinking that it may be more effective to just try to terraform some of the planets that are mostly suitable. It wouldn’t take much more in terms of resources than what we’re doing. Maybe we just go back to Earth and find a way to fix what we screwed up. “Did you hear? They found a radio signal, one that isn’t from Earth,” Jess pops into my cabin to inform me before rushing off. I rush to suit up and track her down. Radio signals is big news around here. The only radio signals we’ve found are ones that were shot from Earth over the years. If this one isn’t from Earth this is huge news. We may have discovered some other life in the universe. We could be on the verge of finally completing our mission after all this time. I make it to the briefing room and it seems like just about everyone is already there. The radio signal is already playing. I don’t understand a thing that they’re saying. Nobody in the room does. A group of translators are huddled in the corner attempting to decipher the language heard. They aren’t having any luck. I’m not sure why we brought translators. It isn’t like any language we encountered out here would be based on Earth languages. That’s just one of the things that doesn’t make sense about this mission. It was rushed and they didn’t think things through. One thing about the voice is that it sounds distressed. That’s universal, in any language the sound of fear carries over. You recognize it. Doesn’t matter if it’s human, animal or alien. You know fear when you hear it, and you know when you see it. A few people are excited about what comes next, but something has scared these aliens, or would we be the aliens here? Either way, there sin’t any time wasted in trying to track the signal down. I’m sure there are coordinates included in the message but we can’t understand them. We’ve instead chosen to track them to their original location. A section of space not far from here. Arriving we see a derelict ship floating out there. There’s no response to our signals. The ship looks damaged, and there may be no more life on board. Still we all vote to enter the ship without hesitation. Those higher up in command rush to suit up and decide that they’ll be the ones to enter the ship. A commotion starts and they give up on the idea. Many feel as if command should be left on the ship in the event of danger. A lie, but nobody wants to be stuck on this ship when this could be our first chance at some real action. When they ask for volunteers almost every hand shoots up. They try to give some speech about no rookies being allowed to partake in such a dangerous mission. One man speaks up and states we’re all rookies in this situation. He’s not wrong. None of us have seen anything like this before. They resort to the classic way of doing it. They draw names from a hate. Five people will enter the ship and do a quick sweep before clearing it for others to enter and find out what happened. I eagerly throw my name in hoping to be chosen, but not expecting it. When my name is actually called as the fifth and last member of the squad, I rush through the crowd pushing people to the side. I’m finally going to do something fun for once. We’re taken into a separate room by leadership and they give us the same standard speech they give any time we touch land on a planet. Be on our best behavior, try to keep the situation calm and all that. This is the first time that it might actually be useful but I’ve got it committed to memory by now. They don’t wait for questions this time, they send us off to suit up sensing our anxiousness. I put my red and white suit, on. Years of technology have changed these suits over the years. They’re essentially suits of armor now, yet nowhere near as bulky as the original space suits. I pull a standard issue laser rifle from the charging station and finish by grabbing my helmet. My heart is beating out of my chest as we’re led to the bridge. Our space bridge extends across to the other ship and makes contact. The magnets trap the ships together. Hooks extend into the hull of the derelict ship to ensure it doesn’t float away with us on board. After a few salutes, we make our way across the bridge. The woman running point uses her plasma torch to cut a hole into the ship. We arm ourselves and get ready for something as she kicks out the piece of ship she had just cut. Inside the ship lights flicker, but there seems to be no sign of life. Our sensors indicate the air is breathable but there is a separate poison floating in the air. The ship looks much smaller from the outside. Inside it is grand and elegantly designed. We focus on function over beauty in our designs, but they seem to have the opposite in mind. What I can only guess is a tree stands alone in the middle of the foyer we breached into. The bark appears to be purple and there don’t appear to be any leaves. However, a white fruit seems to be growing from the tree. There seems to be half eaten pieces near the bottom of the tree. It looks like there were people here for sure. But they all seemed to have left in a hurry. Probably something to do with the distress signal they sent us. With no one left to rescue, our first objective is complete. Our next objective is to find information. Information about the ship, where it came from, where it is going and who piloted it. We attempt to radio back to the hub that the ship seems empty. Our calls fall on deaf ears. Something in the ship is blocking our communications. Perhaps it is whatever the ship is made from. It wouldn’t be absurd to believe it was made from some material that we don’t have any knowledge of. Instead we agree to explore the ship more. We’ve come too far to turn back now that we’ve finally gotten somewhere with this space mission. We spray out an invisible aerosol from our suits. We’ll be able to use it to get back to this entrance should we get lost. Once we pass from the main lobby into the ship there is no power so we rely on our helmet lights to see our way through. The ship is built almost like a maze, with every hall splitting off into another hall. This is a science ship. Rooms filled with computers and microscopes. I suppose some things are universal. None of these things are of human design, but their uses are apparent right away. The keyboard is filled with symbols I don’t recognize. They don’t look like any language or set of numbers I’ve ever seen. I tap a few keys but get no response. I wasn’t expecting one, but if I had it would be a big help. There are cages but none seem to hold animals anymore. The cages are small, so I doubt there would be anything that could hurt us if it was running around free. Computer tablets of some sort, litter the room. I pick one up and it illuminates the screen. Someone had been taking notes. Again, the strange symbols cover the notes as I scroll through. A diagram of what looks to be some kind of cell structure is drawn halfway through with handwritten instead of typed labels. We make our way to the next room; this one seems to be a cafeteria of sorts. Large group seating in different sections of the room. It doesn’t look like the usual lunch tables we have but stools surround floating circles which seem to be tables. The kitchen is what gives it away. It seems to be a large industrial grill, somewhat similar to what you would find in a fast food restaurant. The food however seems to be a lot different. Meat obviously looks like meat, still has bone attached but the colors are different. Green meat would be a certain death on Earth but they’ve got plenty of the stuff in freezers. We regroup in the center of the room, only to notice that we’ve lost a member. Doug, he’s nowhere to be found. The tracker in Doug’s suit has gone dark and he doesn’t respond to our calls. Doug was never a prankster, so something had to happen to him. Perhaps it is time that we get out of the ship and return later with a real party to search for Doug. We follow the spray back but the trail vanishes.This can’t be right. It seems like the entire layout of the ship has changed in the few minutes that we’ve been here. It doesn’t make any sense. The lab was right You can read the rest on Patreon from 12 AM Fiction https://ift.tt/2n4Rvt1 via IFTTT

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Tyrant rp's are now open~! )) coloring was hell~ let hulk this sheet up~! click the download button for bigger view)) BASIC INFO~ Full Name: tyrant anosov ruthless Nickname(s) or Alias: ty, rant, tyrannosaurus wreck, lil ty Gender: male Species: plush dinosaur sexual orientation: asexual Age: lived for quite awhile..lost count after hitting the triple digits medical history: tyrant was born with very thick leather fabric; making it hard to move when the plush was in his youth. was the runt of the liter. birthday: nov.19 city of birth: brawn town! home of the plush dinos current living arrangements: inside the ruthless manor in the hinterlands languages spoken: basic, plushy, demonic ((he's very fluent)) relationship status: n/a crush: doesnt really care for romance alignment: good moral, occupation: siegebreaker, handyman.

weapons and gear a giant crane it hangs in his room, but tyrant never uses it! and vows to never use it; because a weapon is a tool for the weak minded fixing tools and equipment he fixes things aroudn the manor tail duffle he carries alot of useful things in his tail duffle.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: 9.2 ft Weight: 200 heavy leathers Figure/Build: big, bulky Hair Color: n/a Hairstyle: n/a Eye Color: avacado gree Skin/Fur/Etc. green Tattoos: has a skull tattoo on his arm quotes; "anyone want tea?", "penguins ruin the gate" Piercings: n/a Scars/Distinguishing Marks: some stitches here and there Preferred Style of Clothing: armor and tan tops voice: n/a ((i am open to suggestions~))

PERSONALITY

Personality: tyrant is a very mellow, trusting, and friendly plush~! the living definition of the understand and lovable plushy race. at first tyrant might be a tad bit wary of strangers; but after a few hours he will grow to trust them and such. the plush has a knack in believing the potential good in everyone; and because of this flaw he can get easily heart broken but still hopeful. due to anger management and such tyrant isnt as quick to anger as he was before. but if he gets mad..boy he will get mad. tyrants heart is big enough for his family and others~ likes: meeting new people, cookies, food in general, \moneymoney, tea, being a good friend, his family, plants, believing in people, and exercise~!

Dislikes: jerks, bullies, sylas, people who are trying to hurt his family Fears/Phobias: losing everyone..a fear he copes with everyday Favourite Colour: magenta Hobbies: exercising, fixing, sweeping strengths/powers/skills: plushy strength plushy people are very very naturally strong despite of there fluffy stature. this is because of their strong will, this will is converted to physical strength by the plushies' soul. however how much they can lift depends entirely how much will a plushy has. tyrant has a tough leather hide~ making it even easier for tyrant to use his strength shock absorption due to a plush fluffy body they can absorb most physical blows making fighting a plushy with fisticuffs a bad idea in general lol. however this goes the same for the plushy, if a plush punches you it will just feel like a pillow hitting your face, UNLESS they have implants that would make there punches hurt. blunt object mastery corrupted transformation tyrannous opus when tyrant is emotionally compromised with pure unadulterated rage AND corrupted with a corrupt crystal. tyrant can assume this powerful form! more info at the end.   weakness; fire fabric+fire= ash water water can clean a plush BUT it will make him/her sluggish and slow until he/she dry. to much water can lead to fabric breaking apart and stitching moving out of place. negative emotions to much of it and a plush will start feeling drain and weak due to it draining his/her soul the nightosphere due to the chaotic energy in the nightosphere a plush can be drained to the point of death, the time it take depends on the plushy. a huge ego :U not really a weakness. anything that can destroy fabric really be creative lol if you give a ruthless some cash. he will spend everything in your bank account. five people used to live in the ice kingdom..now all the family resides in the mansion. with crest there, they are effectively spending less money when only five people lived in the household.

SHORT BIOGRAPHY

bio: tyrant never liked talking about his childhood much; he only let out a few stories here and there. he was apparently the runt in a clutch of 6 dino plush. these brothers and sisters always liked to tease each other and such; tyrant liked living with his mother in brawn town. during the course of his life, under the strict guidance of the village elder, tyrant learned the art of the herbalist. tyrant was able to distinctly tell the difference between flowers, plants, and roots! not to mention eachs plants natural abilities and health benefits. over time, tyrant learned how to use his herb talents to brew teas! and thus his thirst for knowledge started when he sipped his first hand brewed tea. alas tyrant left home to study in the capital of the plushy kingdom! the castle city itself! sadly knowledge ISN'T cheap...but tyrants kind of plush was unnaturally strong. he looked for work in strong man competitions. it was a nice living..tyrant couldn't complain..but he much rather prefer flexing his brain muscles in a book store rather than his arms on the stage. however everyone has their bad day..and a dinos plush temper isnt something you want to see in the daily show...his earnings cut, his pride reduce to entertaining others, and sick of doing this instead of his dream; tyrant went on stage a didn't give much of a show. he was uninterested in lifting and often gave a poor display for a while...the crowd boo'ed and lost interest and thus his boss decided to take things into her own hands. during tyrants performance, she grabbed a wipe to 'motivate' tyrant..and let it loose during the show. she was trying to get her attraction angry so he could lift heavier things with ease..but this was the first time tyrant got hit by somebody who wasn't his brothers or sisters...back then it was play fighting..but this...tyrant got hit for real. that was the straw that broke the camels back! tryant went berserk and threw his weights into the crowd! he began to swing his tail widely and take down the other strongman trying to subdue him! tyrant loomed over his boss with the intention to harm. alas the ring master attempted to flee! but was quickly stop by tyrant, who threw a small weight at her legs; breaking them. however her screams was enough to snap tyrant back to reality..he quickly stopped and realized what he has done..but alas he was put down by authorities. tyrant awoke in prison! in a special cell made to keep his type of plush incarcerated. he spent a month in jail before meeting the plush who would give him a second chance. cyrag brown himself! and his elven companion, gunner von shotlock! at first tyrant paid no mind..he was trying to serve his sentence in peace. but alas as cyrag was inspecting the prisoners..one such prisoners tried to attack the prince! tyrant quickly responds by throwing his table at the attacker! knocking the prisoner out! unfortunately authorities subdue tyrant again..however cyrag quickly intervene! tyrant was the kind of person they were looking for; strong, quick witted, and a loyal man. of course the plush dino said yes! soon tyrant was introduced to the other members of cyrags special taskforce! they went on many missions together and continue to grow. tyrant soon found them all to be closer than team mates~ close enough that he could make tea for them. however something went horrible wrong and they were captured by the traitorous viper. as soon tyrant came to..he was surrounded by fire..and a ruined city..he quickly ran away to avoid capture by the guards. after a few months of being apart..the newly formed and exiled 'ruthless clan' found tyrant in the slums of undertown. the plush dino has taken a job in bum fighting! after a few events tyrant rejoined the ruthless clan~ and started to make tea once more~ infact! tyrant grew close to cyrag and gunners sister! he made special teas for her, once he figured out she was preggers with little racheal. tyrant even accompany cyrag, paw, and racheal senior into the winter lands in search of a new home. racheal senior died while cyrag carried racheal jr into the new prison shell home. after everything got resettled..tyrant became more protective of his makeshift family~ in present time..tyrant is benched due to his fight with sylas..and he opened his heart to new members in the family~ even forming a close best friend bond with cyrags new wife and the new twin babies in his life~ tyrant is working to get back into shape so he can protect racheal and those two new bundles of joy. _____

ADDITIONAL INFO

tyrant was a scholar tyrant was also a herblist thus allowed him to make awesome teas he is the only one that can take on sylas mano y mano and win. this is why sylas perfers to seperate tyrant from the family before engaging. if sylas were to ever fight tyrant while the ruthless family and helping, then he will definitely lose tyrant knows how to isolate his soul from his body

friends and family the ruthless family :iconrembourage: the royal embassy :iconrembourage: usha's extended family roxy's fellow alligators and hank

hoping to make more friends~! _____________________________________________________________ tyrannous opus! ((the crystal tyrant~)) when tyrant is emotionally compromised with pure unadulterated rage AND corrupted with a corrupt crystal. tyrant can assume this powerful form! his strength and size increase tremendously! light infomation: Height: 14ft Weight: a few tons Figure/Build: extremely bulk and crystal like strengths/ powers/ skills corrupted strength! his power and strength increase by not only his plush will but by his hate an rage! thus giving tyrant phenomenal physical strength, defense, and endurance. the more determine tyrant gets the more strength and power he has..enough that he was able to defeat sylas ocne he has absorbed the heart of crys'tals. corrupted size the corrupted crystal will amplify his size tp rival his strength. crystal defense have you tried punching a corrupted crystal before? not fun corrupted primal instinct! his instinct and senses are increased at the cost of his own intelligence and sensibilities. at first he will be focused on the adversary taht put him into this state..but after said adversary is defeated and tyrant isnt exhausted..well..lets just say your gonna have alot of needless destruction and innocent casualties. corrupted regeneration if tyrant gets injured in this state, the effected area instantly sets ablaze with green fire and slowly repairs itself. weakness tryant cannot control himself in this state! friend or foe! make sure tyrant is exhausted or else he will rampage after tyrant reverts back to normal form; he will be extremely fragile. it also depends on how much corruption he is exposed too. after the sylas event, tyrant was placed in medical support and benched from further missions until he recovers. an entire year has passed after sylas defeat! and he still not as powerful as he used to be. tyrant can be forced into a exhausted state a simple tranquilizer is enough..no matter how angry he is..gunner tends to keep alot of these just for this state the sheer emotional toll all that rage, all that hate, all that gulit..once tyrant comes too..he tends to get very depressed.

additional infomation believe or not, tyrannous opus is not tyrants strongest form. that title goes to the state viper forced him into; hours after the corruption of the ruthless family. while a corrupted cyrag fought brown..IT was tyrant who basically reduced the plushy kingdom into a pile of rubble. it was tyrant who got the ruthless family exiled and branded as criminals due to the sheer amount of destruction and death tyrant single handedly caused in that state of corruption. luckily only viper knows how to trigger this state BUT the snake will never turn tyrant into that state..due to fear that he might come after him for primal vengeance.   sylas also fears this state.. ((all oc's listed belong to their respective owners.))