#Power Bomber(OC)

[crossoverquest]

Wildfire: Y’know, you quite surprised me with your little form change into Cure Quick Draw back there, Red Ranger. I thought I had you on the run.

Troy: It’s a little trick I learned from Cure Earl; she’s a Precure friend of mine from Paris.

Wildfire: I should thank her. It’s been years since the last time I had a really challenging duel.

Emma: Was that against-

Wildfire: Your Super Sentai counterparts.

Emma: Yes, Eri and Ahim told me about that. Where was that again, in Tokyo?

Wildfire: Akihabara.

Emma: Yeah, Akihabara, that’s right. Y’know, I also remember the end of that story.

Wildfire: It’s an ending I have no intention of repeating today.

[magnetic-bros-n-bomber-kings]

Is the blog dead

Maybe on hiatus but plan to revive

[roobiedo]

Happy Pride Month and (very belated) Solarpunk Aesthetic Week! I wanted to redesign my longtime OCs, so I decided to give them a thematic twist!

Self-indulgent details about their designs under the cut:

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From left to right:

Mia Based on the romantic/cottagecore style, and incorporating aspects of Eastern/Central European folk dresses, such as the Czech kroj. Her vest is made from recycled overalls and excess fabric from her apron. Her natural motif is fungi -- her bow and earrings are amanita mushrooms (if you squint, her skirt looks like one too), and the frills on her collar + sleeves are chanterelles!

Clyde He's a bohemian kinda guy, so I kept his silhouette relaxed and unstructured + harem pants + accessories. The exception is his jacket, a union of 3 different garments made to loosely resemble traditional Indian clothing like the achkan. His natural motif is the sun - hence the warm tones, which is contrasted with splashes of teal, the colour of his aura (its a fictional superpower thing).

Glace His style is more preppy/academia - turtlenecks and sweaters are his type, so I gave him 3! Sewn together in a visible mending-esque style (inspired by tumblr solarpunks and their fashion projects)! His palette is taken from the mlm flag, and there's subtle elements of a Korean hanbok - his collar, sleeve shape, sash and tassel. Rips in his pants are covered by cloud patches (his motif), all dyed to match the aesthetic!

Simmer Her thing is streetwear with a cultural twist - her top combines a bomber jacket and a Chinese qipao/cheongsam. Her detachable sleeves are extended via sewn-on zippers (useful as her powers generate a lot of heat)! Her motif is the phoenix, with patterns on her shirt and collar, hand-decorated using the batik method. Her hair streaks are inspired by stripes on a tiger - Malaysia's national animal.

Axis She's all about the y2k aesthetic, with translucent tights and a hoodie stylishly revamped to form a super crop top + a figure-hugging bodysuit. Her design is inspired by indigenous Andean fashion, such as the Ecuadorian pollera, which her skirt might be repurposed from. Her motif is butterflies, as seen in her earrings, the shape of her bodysuit, and the wing-like curves of her skirt.

Piper Initially wanted a punk-ish vibe for him but he might be a bit too cute now oops! His jacket is a mashup of 3 different pieces, and his jeans are a patchwork of denim. He's got iconic looks from French fashion (beret and scarf), as well as some African designs (the vertical pattern I referenced looked like plant cells, but also like binary code? I thought it was so on theme)! His motif is obviously plants of all types!

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Thank you for checking this out (especially if you got this far)!!! ♡♡♡

[footprintsinthesxnd]

HBO WAR OC MASTERLIST

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Lois Drake

Lois, born and raised in London, England, joined the SOEs at Bletchley Circle to make a difference to the war effort. She had a good eduction and was already fluent in French and German. She is effective and methodical with her job but not always in her love life. She’s been hurt by men before and so had sworn off love until she met a certain Lieutenant Winters and then everything just seemed to fall into place. Working alongside Easy Company was never going to be an easy feet, especially with the love hate relationship she has going on with Lieutenant Nixon and her friend, Kate’s, relationship with a certain Private Malarkey.

Josephine Nixon (nee Wills)

Josephine Wills was born in Ramsbury and grew up in Littlecote House. She studied Literature at Oxford university until the war began and her parents called her home where they were later evicted from Littlecote House by the government to use their house as regimental HQ for the 506 PIR. Josie never expected to fall for an American, especially not Easy Company’s Intelligence Officer, Lewis Nixon. But love is strange and when Lewis is sent overseas Josie will do anything in her power to follow him. Josie joined the Voluntary Aid Detachment to play her part in the war, working alongside medics and nurses on the front line to make a difference and she loves her job, but loosing patients takes it toll on her.

Florence Lark

Florence had always had an exceptionally beautiful voice. She was working at the local factory when the war broke out and having seen signs for the ENSA she went for an audition. She loved signing for the troops, raising their morale. Her job incidentally took her to Aldbourne where she met David Webster after D-Day. The pair soon became close, bonding over books and art that they loved, and of course music. Florence never expected to fall in love with him but no one could resist his boyish good looks and ch arming personality. But while the war was still raging in Europe the couple had a lot of trails to get through before they can be happy together.

Hugh Armstrong

Hugh was training as an engineer before Pearl Harbour. He quickly answered the call and trained as a pilot joining the 100th Bomb Group flying B-17 Flying Fortress’ across Europe. He is a kindhearted man who had a deep love and admiration for his sister who flies alongside him. He’s very good at boosting morale and will always be ready to have a laugh and a joke. He also gets his fellow pilots involved in multiple baseball games because he’d always loved the sport and it really brings them all together.

Hope Armstrong

She joined up shortly after her brother, training as a flight nurse to help evacuate wounded soldiers from combat zones and provide them with medical care until they reached a hospital. She worked as an orderly in a hospital before the war and dreamed of training as a nurse. She would often fly the Douglas C-47, as well as working in the back with the wounded soldiers. Although her squadron, the Ninth Air Force 806th Medical Evacuation Squadron is based in Berkshire they often land at airfields around England which is incidentally how she finds herself landing in Dickleburgh one day and running into her brother Hugh and the 100th Bomb Group.

Julian Owens

Julian was original born in Wales but he moved to Aldbourne with his parents when he was a teenager. He soon became fast friends with Josie and Jess and the three were inseparable. However, when Julian was a teenager his family moved to New England in the States but he often visited his friend during his summer breaks. Living in the States incidentally cause him to join the 101st Airborne and become a member of Easy Company so when his unit were stationed in Aldbourne Julian was reunited with his childhood friends and their adventures continue throughout the war.

William Beaumont

William Beaumont is a Lancaster Bomber pilot in the RAF. He grew up in Ramsbury and his family were very close to the Wills family. Both William and Josephine’s parents think they would make a good match and William is rather sweet on Josie but despite William’s charm and charisma Josie’s heart belongs to another. But in a world riddled with death and destruction who will come out on top.

Violet Elwood

Violet was born in Morgan City, Louisiana in 1923. She first meets Eugene Roe when he stumbles into her families shop with his sisters and from there their story begins. But Violet has a devastating secret that she’s keeping and it’s sure to break Eugene’s heart. They can only hope their love endures and it doesn’t die as a summer romance.

Maggie Reid

Born and bred in Dorset, England, Maggie plays her part in the war effort joining the Women’s Auxillary Air Force as a mechanic for the RAF Lancaster bombers sharing Thrope Abbott with the 100th Bomb Group. Her best friend and RAF pilot likes to play match maker between Maggie, a certain ground crew member Ken Lemmons, and Navigator Harry Crosby. The question is, which one will she choose?

[ttrpgbrackets]

Propaganda Below

Survivor Final Ability

With 20 bullets on your person: if you bury your bullets in a place of adequate size, your old community comes back to you in full, provided you never touch another bullet. This only works once.

What makes it cool?

i adore this as a conclusion to the Survivor's arc. you watch your community be destroyed, you venture out into the cruel world that did it, you fight and bleed and barely survive, and only by collecting an unimaginable treasure trove of violence can you win back what was lost forever. most players will not gather 20 bullets. 10 is already a tall ask for a desolate apocalypse, not to mention that the more you have the bigger a target is painted on your back. you'll die in the dust, and as you're bleeding out you'll look down at that spot on your character sheet, taunting you. you could have saved them. you could have gotten it all back. alas.

Castigate the Enemies of the Godhead

When you rest or perform a Full Repair, you can push the Manticore into an unstable Castigation State (or bring it out of one). In this state, the Manticore explodes immediately when destroyed due to damage or reactor meltdown, vaporizing it and instantly killing you and any other passengers. Characters within burst 2 must succeed on an Agility save or take 8d6 explosive. On a success, they take half damage. This only takes place if you are physically present in the Manticore.

What makes it cool?

First off, you should understand that most mechs in Lancer have fairly mundane technological abilities. Stuff like Assault Cannon, Deck-sweeper Automatic Shotgun, and LB/OC Cloaking Field. Generally utilitarian gadgets that sound like they could exist. So, all the weirdness I'm about to describe is happening against a backdrop of otherwise fairly grounded military sci fi.

CASTIGATE THE ENEMIES OF THE GODHEAD sounds nothing like a normal sci-fi gadget.

The Manticore, the mech, with the castigate ability is basically an unstable nuclear reactor that is also an unstable religious fanatic. It is covered in a field of radioactive lightning and/or the barely contained wrath of an ancient god. It is constantly on the verge of exploding both literally and figuratively.

Basically, between battles, you can decide that you're about to go out in a blaze of glory. and then, when you die, you explode with enough power to vaporize any enemy in the core book twice over, as well as any party members standing too close. There's no way to cheat it, either. You have to be in that cockpit, and blow up along with your mech. It makes you a suicide bomber.

Lancer consistently blurs the line between mundane advanced technology and genuinely divine blessings. Is this a walking bomb spewing fragments of old data, or is it a righteous weapon of God's fury? In a sense, Ra is the sun, and the sun is a sustained fusion reaction, so maybe a fusion reactor really is literally a small piece of God.

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

Chapter 1

Summary: After the attack on Piccadilly Circus, Sgt. Rory Sinclair hopes to get back in the fight, seeking justice for what happened in London at the hands of Al-Qatala. An OC POV on the events of the first COD: MW reboot game

Warnings: Minors DNI - canon typical violence, referenced terrorism, swearing, military inaccuracies

Pairing: Captain John Price x Fem!OC (3rd person POV) *they are in a secret relationship as she is an enlisted soldier, not an officer*

Word count: 1.4 k

A/N: A continuation of Rory's story, highly suggest reading "All Along the Watchtower" first to understand her character. Follows the canon events of the game, but told from Rory's POV as she gets dragged into things. The first few chapters follow her emotional turmoil after the attack on Piccadilly Circus.

[AO3]

October 25, 2019 - SRR HQ, Stirling Lines, Credenhill, Herefordshire UK

Chaos.

Sheer and unbridled.

Total calamity. 

Phones rang non-stop like sirens and alarm bells wailing, information passed along like a piss poor game of tag. Nothing solid. Fragments. Bits and pieces scrounged together as more radio calls came in from ground zero. 

Piccadilly Circus. London. 

Home . 

Bodies rushed around the pool of cubicles, raised voices barking. They had run drills regarding this sort of circumstance, but it could never truly prepare them for the real thing – a terrorist attack on home ground. They were meant to be safe, complacency having set in, all to keep the image of protected borders at the forefront of everyone’s minds. These types of things didn’t happen here, certainly not in England, attacks like this happened on foreign soil and the war machine could keep running, chugging forward to flatten its enemies and make someone, anyone pay for what happened. But not now, not today. All sense of control had been utterly thrown out the window. 

Rory’s breath froze, held in her chest and burning her lungs, that same imprisoned breath she would take before firing her weapon, held hostage but with no sign of the exhale coming any time soon. In a situation like this she couldn’t step away from her desk and catch it, getting fresh air and a cigarette. Time was of the essence. She had to grit her teeth and carry on, pushing her way through it, forcing the emotions that wanted to rise to the surface into the background, even as her brain tried to drift into a total fog. She had to separate her own personal anxieties from the work at hand, collecting and navigating the intel, sorting out what was conjecture and what was fact – the only thing that held absolute was that this was the work of Al-Qatala. 

Filtering the radio chatter from the police on site, reports of men screaming about ‘The Wolf’ made her stomach twist. Stabbed by a dozen stinging blades, the flaming hot heat of a bullet cutting through the body and the blood that would bloom forth from the seeping wound. Searing . She saw this coming, knew an act of aggression like this was a certainty. A shot fired to start a war for so-called independence , revenge for a nation that had been ravaged by “civil war” for twenty years, an attack on one of the foreign powers that had stepped foot into Urzikstan years ago as an ally. She had put in the work to prevent it from happening. Two years . Two years of her life focused on AQ and it had mattered for naught. 

CCTV footage played on the monitors in front of her, drones sent in to track enemy movements – but it was too late. It was all too late . Sitting there from the safety of her desk, Rory was forced to watch images of terrified people freeze or drop to the ground, while others ran, all of them forced to take part in the evolutionary reaction to fear at the first sight of a suicide bomber stepping out of a van, strapped into his vest. It should have been a normal Friday night, people traveling home from work, the bustling streets full of pedestrians, the lights and sounds of the West End. Alive . Instead, it was a war zone, blood and bodies. Her heart squeezed, crawling up into her throat in a lump as she reviewed the feed of the first moments of the attack, working with facial recognition software. Witnessing the faces of men, women and children caught in their final moments – the looks of desperation, fear, regret – lives both long and short flashing before their eyes. Civilians trapped in the middle of it all – the casualties in such a populated area would be immense.

Casualties . Such a dehumanizing word. A term she had come to both loathe and make a constant in her lexicon. Numbers and names added to a list, made into statistics rather than face the real cost of war: the families left behind, the suffering they would face in the aftermath. Mothers, fathers, husbands, wives, children – some of them wouldn’t be coming home that night. Despite having learned to cut the emotion out of things as a soldier, a death toll like this, having to watch the footage and see the faces of those actually affected, seeing their names and information appear on her screen from the database, the detachment simply wasn’t possible. She knew better than to make this a personal responsibility, to carry the burden of lost lives, her mind could only take so much, and yet that need to find justice coursed through her. Justice , or was it closer to vengeance? The lines were blurring now, especially as she found herself checking the footage subconsciously for one person she knew was likely caught in the middle of it all. 

Dad – her father might have been counted amongst those numbers; he still took the time to walk from the office to the Tube each day. A flurry of images flashed across her mind’s eye, the worst horrors she could picture until she knew otherwise. Things that made her blood run cold. There would be no word as to whether he was alive or dead until the fighting was over and the threat dealt with. 

Even a soldier in her position got left in the dark.

Her thumb tapped against her desk, her leg jittering underneath it, her nerves firing at a mile a minute. She couldn’t think straight even if she wanted to, no amount of training helped to prepare her for this. Diving headfirst into a fire fight was less nerve wracking than the fear of the unknown. Not knowing whether – as of ten minutes ago and that first bomb going off – she was an orphan or not. 

She wouldn’t make it another minute without knowing. 

Slipping the mobile from her fatigue pants, she scrolled past the five missed call notifications from John and swiped through her directory to reach her father. Raking her hand through her hair as she rested her elbows on her desk, she squeezed her eyes shut in silent prayer to who-knew-what considering she had never once been religious in her life. The phone held to her ear rang, each one feeling like an eternity in between. Once. Twice. Three times. Voicemail .

Fuck. 

Biting at the sore hangnails that hung on the side of her fingers, red and raw. She had been on high alert since the message was passed through SRR HQ by MI6 about the Russian gas that had gotten into terrorist hands a day prior, leaking the info to Price the moment she heard. It was all she could think to do on such short notice, and it still wasn’t enough. It hadn’t stopped a damn thing. She’d been left to flounder while everyone else in command seemed to have their heads shoved up their arse about the threat – they couldn’t bury themselves any longer. 

Her mobile dinged, and a text popped up in her notifications: Know ur busy with shit hitting fan. Heading in. 

Rubbing her hands down her face, her chest tightened further. She knew Price could handle himself, he had entered the fray often in the two years they had been together and yet, every time, it still caused a cold sweat to overtake her. A part of her wished she could be there with him. More complications added into the mix, more fear of the unknown settling in like a bony, clawed hand sending chills down her spine. There was something to be said for soldier’s superstitions however, he had never skipped texting her before heading into an op, he also never added a note about loving her, and as far as they were both concerned that was enough to make sure he kept coming back home. The sentiment was always implied anyhow in the simple fact that he had sent the message to her in the first place – thinking of her as he faced constant danger. 

That didn’t stop her from texting back with her heart on her sleeve, however. Come back home to me in one piece, love. That, or call her in for the fight. Having to sit at her desk, unable to serve the way she knew she could best – it made her anger swell like a venom coursing through her constricted veins. 

Wolves were territorial beasts and her home, her family, had been threatened.

tagging @efingart

[stinger-shot]

OFC HEADCANNONS ARE YUMMYY!! UDZAL IS LIKE, HES TALL, HES A BIG BULKY (jesus christ hes strong) HE KINDA HAS wait i have this copied somewhere OK HERE WE GO tall mech, green eyes showing he was a Mercenary, metal/armor was a matte black, mixed with darker greys, spikes on the side of his arms and behind my legs, clawed hands, and he is quite stealthy and quiet AND HIS ALT MODE IS THAT BEAUTIFUL B2 SPIRIT BOMBER

(SORRY FOR REPLYING LATE TUMBLR DOESNT LIKE TO GIVE ME NOTIFS SOMETIMES)

Udzal [oc] X [AOE] Lockdown

Disclaimer - 16+ only, Suggestive

❥Udzal is the top of the relationship. Lockdown is bottom.

❥Lockdown secretly likes the power dynamic of him being topped by his hunk of a man!

❥Also Lockdown loves to touch the spikes on the sides of Udzal's arms finds them attractive in a way? And especially Udzal's main spike. *wink wink*

❥Udzal has definitely "borrowed" some of the chains Lockdown has in his ship, for some interfacing... Lockdown did complain about it but it was forgotten about after a while.

❥Lockdown has been top once. And that ended well..

❥Lockdown couldn't walk for three weeks.. thanks Udzal.

[ Sorry for this taking a few days! I got a bit busy with life and stuff so i could only post random stuff for a bit. But anyway.. here's the headcannons of Udzal and Lockdown! Sorry that it was rushed.. and maybe a little off character? But im not super familiar with AOE Lockdown. Thanks for being my first request!

I'll also happily make a part 2! Just because this was a bit short. ]

[atlasofsalt]

i’m sick lmao i’ve thrown up 3 times while writing this. idk if i’ll make more rn it’s kinda at an open ending- anyway hope ya enjoy it! sorry if mammon seems kinda ooc, i’m still trying to get used to writing someone that isn’t an oc

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his smile was so tempting. his blue eyes shimmered in the dim lighting, gold reflecting in them. one hand held out in front of him, extended to you- waiting patiently. it was a stupid idea. all your life you were warned away from this. but you were desperate, and he was right there. your options were limited, time running out. you had to make a choice soon, if you didn’t this opportunity would be wasted.

“well human? we got a deal?” his voice seemed to have some sort of soft echo, it wrapped around your head and made you feel warm. nothing seemed to matter anymore, only him. your hand started to extend itself to the demon in front of you. with his help you could finally get the strength you needed to escape this shit hole of a body. so with very little hesitation, your hand met his.

his smile turned wicked and his eyes darkened every so slightly. that warm feeling was turning to an icy grip. your body felt cold, your vision blurred, pain erupted throughout your body. it felt like an eternity, yet it was only a matter of seconds that passed. once the feeling started to fade you were alone in the room. everything seemed to be tossed around and torn up- like some kind of tornado went through.

a heavy sigh passed your lips as you started to work on cleaning things up. nothing felt any different, and it pissed you off some. you felt like the damn demon cheated you out of your soul and left you with nothing. weeks went by with no noticeable change. you still felt weak, and growing weaker with each passing day. the sickness that inhabited your body was winning the fight.

walking down the clothing isle your eyes scanned the racks. nothing was seeming of interest and at this point you thought about just going home. your cart was bare and your pockets were empty anyways. moving along you noticed a pretty necklace on display. the silver chain fastened around the mannequin, a pretty little white stone dangled from it. your fingers seemed to have a very persistent itching as your eyes traced the accessory. it would look so nice with that dress shirt you had.

‘you should take it’ a voice echoed in your head. ‘you deserve nice things here and there.’ the voice sounded eerily familiar, but you couldn’t think of who. that was until you turned around and locked eyes with him.

there stood the second born ruler of hell, lord mammon. demons were taller than humans, you remember that much. he looked different without the horns and wings, he seemed smaller as well. but his aura was far too large, too powerful, to think of him as anything less than superior. he was leaning against a supporting bean within the store. his white hair was slightly messy and swooshed to the side of his head. piercings lined both ears; gold chains and pretty stones shimmered brightly. the bomber jacket he wore was clearly some kind of designer, but the name was written in an unfamiliar language. as was all his clothing and accessories he wore.

his eyes bore into your body with a dangerous glint, yet a playful smirk was on his face. his lips turned upwards, his snake bites caught the light and glistened. he was handsome; that much was known. you shivered lightly under his stare and looked away back towards the neckless. yet you couldn’t seem to escape him. ‘go on now, take it.’ he taunted. ‘i can feel the greed rolling off of you’ he cooed, ‘i wonder what the metal would feel like.’

you couldn’t control yourself. your body moved to the chain and brushed your finger tips against it. the cool texture sent goosebumps down your arm. that itchy feeling returned and you watched in horror as your body moved on its own accord. the necklace slipped off of the display and into your bag. a rush of adrenaline coursed through your veins. the hairs on the back of your neck stood up as anxiety filled you.

‘go on’ his voice whispered gently, ‘go home little lamb. you got what you wanted.’ your legs felt heavy yet they continued to move. your whole body was numb and tingly. the cart was shoved back into its spot as you grabbed your bag. the automatic doors slid open, allowing you to swiftly exit the store. your feet carried you to your car, then you drove to your apartment. it felt like everything was on autopilot.

by the time you got home the feeling was fading. you realized however, that instead of feeling weak and sore like you normally did. you felt energized, awake, and ready to take on anything. nothing was making any sense and that damn necklace was still in your bag! with a frustrated huff you grabbed the old summoning book and started to draw the circle again. you wanted answers, and you’d be damned if you didn’t get any.

“no need for that, your desire to see me was enough for a summon; as per our contact.” you swing around to face him and his still human looking body. your eyes narrowed as you crossed your arms.

“what the fuck did you do?” you spat out, venom clear in your voice. he chuckled and took a few steps towards you.

“what do you mean?” he cocked his head in mock innocence. “you asked for some of my power, strength to help cure your sickness.” he stopped a foot from you and watched your reaction with interest.

“i didn’t ask for you to invade my mind and force me to steal!” you tried to keep quite for your neighbors sake, but that damn grin was getting on your nerves.

“what? you mean you excepted to have my magic for free?” he inquired, the grin slowly slipping away. he seemed to be a little irritated the longer you spoke.

“i thought my soul was payment enough.” you furrowed your brows in confusion at the man. he let out a sharp laugh before shaking his head.

“your soul is filled with sickness, and now it’s shining with sin.” he scoffed and stepped closer till your chests were inches apart. his aura was starting to become overwhelming all of a sudden. you felt faint. all that energy you had seemed to evaporate. he leaned towards your face. “you seriously thought i’d give my power to some sickly, weak, magicless human?” he sneered.

“i’m sorry, i-i misunderstood-“

“you think? your lucky im not like my brothers, or else i’d take huge offense to your attitude.” he pulled away and started off to your couch. he plopped down on it and looked at the tv in boredom. “look, until you die your stuck with me.” his gaze flickered to you briefly. “and i’m not supposed to really be here in the human word. i need a contract with a soul to be able to stay.”

“what’s this have to do with your basically mind controlling me?” you questioned. curiosity overtook most of your fear. you slowly made your way to the couch, and hesitated slightly before sitting beside him.

“simple.” he shrugged and turned his attention to you fully this time. “you needed magic to help fight off and cure your body. i needed someone to help me be able to stay here in this world.” his golden blue eyes slowly traveled your form, making you shift uncomfortably.

“look-“ mammon readjusted himself before continuing. “you have access to some of my magic, that’ll heal your body. but the magic that’s being used is coming directly from my soul.”

“what?” your state of confusion made him sigh irritated.

“my soul is pumping magic to your soul ‘kay?” you nodded. “so that means a sliver my soul is in yours right now.” he motions vaguely between you two. “i can’t control your body, but i can heavily influence your actions. only as long as they are coming from your greed.”

you blinked at him.

he blinked back.

you two sat in awkward silence for a few moments while the tv played in the background. slowly the words he said sunk in and you felt a little nauseous. “how come i can’t do that back?”

he snorted. “what? we don’t have a pact human, just a contract. they’re different.”

“what’s the difference?” you tilted your head at him and waited for his reply.

“wow- you really are stupid enough to summon a high ranking demon without knowing anything?” he sucked his bottom lip in and bit down on one of the piercings while he thought. “okay look- so contracts are when a human makes requests that a demon can fulfill, in return for that humans soul.” he started and scratched the back of his neck. “a pact is when both parties link their souls, they become one. that human gains power from the demon, and the demon can gain a soul based food source from the human.”

“so how come your magic is in my soul now if it’s just a contract?”

“oi! let me finish will ya?” he gave a light glare at your now flustered and embarrassed form. he huffed loudly while crossing his arms. “i don’t like explain’ shit the way it is- so don’t go interrupting me!” he puffed his cheeks out while narrowing his eyes.

it was then you noted just how attractive he really was. his platinum blond hair was straightened, but you could see the slight natural wave it had. his eyes were a mix of colors. dark blue swirled with sky blue- a touch of gold circled his iris. his body seemed to be in great shape if you remembered his demon form correctly. at the thought of his muscular, brownish orange, unclothed body made your face feel warm. his fingers had a variety of rings, different types of piercings trialed up and down both ears. his lips were plump with one small silver bulb pierced under both sides. small scares scattered his knuckles and even a few on his face.

your body felt even hotter, damn he was hot. are all demons this attractive? is it some sort of ethereal being thing? you started to feel slightly self conscious the longer you openly stare at the man in front of you. as you were deep in conflicted thoughts, mammon had stopped talking at watched you. he grimaced slightly and seemed to want to look anywhere else but at you. his raised his voice to try and get your attention.

“another thing, i can feel your greed- and any other stronger emotions that link to my brothers. including any sexual shit.”

you snap out of your trance and gasped slightly. you brought your arms up to hug yourself. “i’m so sorry i don’t know what’s gotten into me. i’m supposed to be upset at you for tricking me!” you breathed out and shuttered. different emotions started to swell inside of you. angry, envy, exhaustion, hunger- it was very confusing okay?

mammon rubbed his hand. “it’s been a long day, and it’s getting late. aren’t you humans needing like, sixteen hours of sleep or somethin?” he shuffled around before standing up and offering a hand. you remembered the last time you took it and felt that distant fear return. your eye locked onto his once more, but you couldn’t find that wicked glint. only concern.

“thanks.” you muttered quietly and took it. he pulled you up gently, and let you guide him to your room. once you arrived there he let go and shoved his hands into his pants pocket awkwardly. he looked around while grumbling under his breath.

“as long as our contract lasts, we’ll be connected.” he turned around to give you privacy to change. “but i’ll need you to give into that greed a little ‘kay? each time you do, you’ll feel more of my magic flowing through ya.”

after you gave him an okay to turn around you nodded at him in understanding. “okay, but how do i get a hold of you if i have more questions or need something?”

“i’m not your errand boy! if you really need to know something go find it out yourself. you’re the stupid human that did this all without looking into shit.” he snapped out. his foot tapped impatiently against the carpet. “just, think about wanting me okay? i’ll get the feeling and come around. just don’t do it a lot! last thing either of us need is my brothers snooping around, wonderin’ were in vanishin’ off to.”

you giggled and bid him a good night. he grumbled again before disappearing in a cloud of smoke. as you finished getting ready for bed you spent that time thinking over things. maybe this wasn’t a good idea. but you got to admit, the adrenaline rush from the store made your heart pound with excitement. it wouldn’t hurt to see where this goes, after all either way you’re already dying. the thought of that time limit ruined the mood. you were dying. how long will mammons’ magic delay that? would this be worth it in the end? you sighed and rolled onto your side. it wasn’t like you could go back now, you made a deal with a demon. this was just the price of your greed.

[bokatan]

33, 34, 38 for oc(s) of your choice!

[ fallout oc asks ] @buthappysoverrated

33. What is their fight-or-flight response?

Reed: Flight, fight, or freeze depending on the situation

Mercy: Fight

Delta: Flight or fawn depending on the situation

34. What armor / clothing do they typically wear?

Mercy's primary armor is the assassin suit with some personal accessories(duster, hat, bag, etc). She prefers light armor since she relies heavily on stealth & agility in combat. Outfit-wise, she has two main styles. Her everyday wasteland shenanigans type outfit is pretty standard western wear: utilitarian shirts, denim, chaps, boots, etc. Her typical 'home' clothes are more in line with prewar casualwear: blouses, dresses, skirts, trousers, shawls, more jewelry, etc etc. Her standard color palette for clothes is dark warm neutrals with a heavy focus on red.

Reed wears either light combat armor(BOS) or light metal armor(non-faction) & he typically wears partial armor(usually just chest/body + legs) rather than a full set. He mainly wears layers and jackets/coats so it just doesn't work great with upper body armor. He's also primarily a long range fighter so he's more concerned about being able to move around easily and not fucking up his knees from being on the ground rather than actually getting hit. His everyday style is very basic and utilitarian: t-shirts, sweatshirts, bomber jacket, jeans, boots, shooting gloves, BOS flight suit, scarf if it's cold, etc. He might opt for things like crop tops or shorts if it's really hot out and he's in a secure place, but either way he still has like no swag and doesn't really put any effort into it. His usual color palette is dark cool neutrals with a heavy focus on phthalo green.

Delta sometimes wears partial light leather armor but they typically prefer either no armor, or power armor if they're feeling spicy. They also rely a lot on their agility & small size in combat so little to no armor is their usual go-to. Their style is also pretty basic and utilitarian like Reed's, but minus the heavy layers: so t-shirts, tanks, shorts, jeans, boots or sneakers, etc. Their standard color palette is earth toned neutrals with a heavy focus on yellow & ochre.

38. What is their favorite radio station?

Reed's never actually been outside of the Commonwealth so the main one he's familiar with is Diamond City Radio. In general he doesn't really care what's playing on the radio as long as it's on and not on Radio Freedom.

Mercy probably has a lot of favorites just considering how much she's traveled. She did really like Radio New Vegas when they were in range of it, and she also likes a few of the radio stations from the Chicagoland region from @bury-me-standing's Diremall.(station playlists are here here and here- these are still WIPs and we haven't worked out station hosts yet)

Delta knows they really liked Galaxy News Radio but I don't know if they'd actually be able to recall anything about it. Aside from that, they like Diamond City Radio, The Cat's Meow, & Rummage Radio.

[aaronscalesonmain]

Villains when you fight them in game VS when you recruit them to your team This is my One piece OC, Green hair Aaron (Former Mr 6 from Baroque works) -Starting off as a lowly billion, Mr 2 Bon clay took him in as a mentor, teaching him out to fight and after he found a devil fruit, he rose through the ranks and became the agent Mr 6. He and his partner Miss Mother's day were mostly ran a ship just upwind of Alabasta, burning Dance powder to fuck up the weather. When the Strawhats came and ruins Crocodile's plan, Mr 2 (disguised as Miss All Sunday) came to the ship and effectively Fired both of them, and they were able to escape from navy capture. After parting ways with Mday, Aaron took to the seas to become a pirate and eventually joined on as the Bombardier of the Strawhat's crew. -His powers come from the Spark-spark fruit, allowing him to form bubbles of static electricity from the palms of his hands which can then be thrown as explosive projectiles or stick to things/each other with static cling. attacks include... Spark spark Bomber (throws a spark like a hand grenade) Spark spark Barrage (tossing out a bunch of sparks at once) Spark Spark Ballista (using two sparks in his hand, he explodes one to launch the other out like a bullet) Spark spark Whip/grapple (makes a long chain of sparks to use as a weapon or grappling hook) Spark spark Baton (Chains sparks together into a stick for melee attacks) Spark spark Cluster (making a bunch of sparks stick together to form something like a wall or a big fist) -While he naturally prefers long range, he is also rather skilled as Close combat using a fighting technique copied from Mr 2 but altered to suit his more masculine tastes in men (replacing Ballerina Kenpo with "Gangster fist" punches and "Punk shot" kicks) -Still learning Haki, he's mostly only mastered Armament haki right now, often using it to make his Sparks into hard armor-piercing bullets

[crossoverquest]

For @geckosquid, @bergeronprocess, @mag1cal-b0y, @faith3231, @hiya-im-mary, and @sparkingspider

Rusted Steeleto

The undead form of Steeleto, having taken on rust after having been dead for 11 years. He’s every bit of deadly as he was when he was alive, and he’s also a walking bioweapon; if you do survive his blade magic, you’re put at an increased risk of tetanus and diseases with similar symptoms on account of the aforementioned rust.

Abilities:

Rusted Full Body Blades

A more powerful version of the Full Body Blades attack that also fires rust at you at the speed and range of shotgun pellets.

Rusted Blade Scatter Shot

The rusted blades Steeleto fires have a likely chance against its target of breaking apart into smaller pieces, increasing their area of effect.

Cure Hunter Technique - Full Body Restraint

A move that constricts and cuts its target with rusted blades.

Rustrang

A fast spinning attack; almost as fast as light.

Weaknesses:

Rusted Steeleto’s second life wasn’t resurrected, which takes away his ability to become a Mega Monster.

Battle Themes:

Bunk Bed Junction vs. Rusted Steeleto

Pyrus Arena - Bakugan Battle Brawlers for the Nintendo Wii

The whole of the Shiba Clan (Power Ranger and Super Sentai affiliated members alike) vs. Rusted Steeleto

Metalmancy by Danny Baranowsky

Any Pretty Cure from the Smile, Happiness Charge, Aloha, Bomber Girls, KiraKira A La Mode, Tropical Rouge, and Inaka Musume teams vs. Rusted Steeleto

Show No Tears by NemesisTheory

The Ex-Aid Kamen Riders vs. Rusted Steeleto

Journey to Silius: Stage 1 in the Sega Genesis style of Armored-Struggle-Wagon

[magnetic-bros-n-bomber-kings]

Lenny: Hey, Mafia boss! We'll be taking Magnet Bomber and Power Bomber and the Bomber Kings with us!

Big Bad: She's right. We're the Anti-Blasters. The most villainous team better than anyone else, especially the Hige Hige Bandits.

Stubby: We'll be taking them to brainwash them!

Lenny: Shut it, Stubby! Don't tell him that! Anyways, you better do it what we said or we will brainwash you!

Leenard: Sorry, Mafia mate. That's just business!

!!!!Transphobic warning!!!!

Solenoid Bomber bursts into laughter that sounds very sinister and more evil. He grabs a gun and aims at a hostile Magnet Bomber begging for mercy as Power Bomber is going to be dead.

"Say goodbye to your secretly a woman's BROTHER!"

......

"I need mommy..."

[sweetwolf05]

Gothic Bomberman Chapter 3 is available on Squidgeworld!

First Chapter (2023/07/12) - Link available

Chapter Two (2024/01/02) - Link available

Please read with caution

Link available! (2024/02/29)

[puntastic-artist]

Eddsworld and OCs but it's cookie run

Annnnnd here's their skills!!!

Main 4

Edd: Defense

Skill: Cola blast

When activated, Edd becomes periodically resistant to interrupting effects. He gains his superpowers and does AOE damage, blasting the enemies back. Causing knock back and a 3 second stun, as well as lowering their defense while raising the teams. If activated when the team has lots of debuffs, Edd provides a quick debuff resist.

Tom: Magic

Skill: Monster Smash

When his skill is activated, Tom transforms into his gummy monster form, jumping to the backline of the battle field, dealing more damage to the rear most enemies (targets cookies first), causing Max HP reduction, healing reduction, and a zapped effect for the enemies. When taken down he gets back up in his monster from as a summoned creature, moving to the front lines and attacking.

Matt: Support

Skill: Sweet, sweet, and more sweet!

Matt is a safeguard cookie who cannot be damaged. When his skill is activated he provides the team with periodic healing, a stun resistance, a max HP reduction resistance, a crit boost, and attack boost. When the team is below 40% total HP the crit and attack boost is stacked and the cookie with the highest attack is given an HP shield.

Tord: Ranged

Skill: Attack of the killer Robots

When the skill is activated, Tord summons a giant robot in his place that deals AOE damage, increases attack speed, and causes the opponent defense down, as Tord gets moved to the frontlines, he rapid fires his pistols and causes healing reduction as well as providing his team with an attack boost. The robot remains for 6 seconds until it explodes and Tord returns to his original placement. When the robot explodes it provides an HP shield to the team if it knocks down an enemy.

The Neighbors

Eduardo: Charge

Skill: Aluminum Destruction

When activated, Eduardo gains his powers back, and gives the team a major attack and crit boost. Sending out a green blast to the enemy for AOE damage, destroying HP shields, causing damage reduction, lower defense, and giving the shocked status effect for damage over time. Once the attack is over he returns to normal and the buffs remain for 5 extra seconds.

Mark: Bomber

Skill: Book smarts

When the skill is activated, Mark summons 1 of 3 different creatures from his book, a red velvet dragon, living licorice abyss, or a cookie from his team. When the dragon is summoned, it blasts a breath of fire, dealing healing reduction, defense reduction, and the burn status. The licorice abyss causes the licorice ocean to rise and temporarily stun the enemy, lowering defense, causing the poison status effect, and lowering attack speed. Finally when a fellow cookie is summoned, the skill from said summoned cookie is activated, giving the buffs and debuffs they cause.

Jon: Healing

Skill: ghastly ghosts

When activated Jon summons ghosts from beyond the grave to steal the HP from the opposing enemies. Causing max HP reduction and damage down. His team receives defense up and periodic healing as the ghost acts as an HP shield protecting his team. If destroyed before the ghosts disappesr, the ghost charges the cookie with the highest attack and disappears, giving them an attack speed reduction.

Ocs

Erica: Ambush

Skill: Wine about it

When the skill is activated, Erica uses her strange otherworldly abilities to move under the opposing enemies and draw them back into one group before bursting out of the ground and causing damage, giving her team attack up as well as an HP shield, and giving the enemy team the terror of the abyss debuff.

Anne: Bomber

Skill: Show time!

When activated, Anne tosses a bunch of fireworks towards the enemy team, causing MASSIVE damage, the burn affect, a stun, and HP reduction!

Jenn: Support

Skill: Nap Time

Jenn is a deep sleeper, and she never goes anywhere without a pillow. While she's asleep, she'll do periodic healing to her team. But when the skill is activated and she's rudely woken up, she tosses an alarm clock that causes an explosion, forcing the enemy to come closer. Once she falls back asleep she quickly does a big heal and falls back asleep.

Maya: ranged

Skill: Sour shots

Just like her Dad and uncles in a zombie apocalypse, Maya has a gummy rifle (NERF for younger, actual for older) at the ready. When activated, she jumps to the backlines and rapid fires gummy bullets to the enemy with the lowest defense (targets cookies first), causing knock back and a stun before coming back to the front and hitting the entire enemy line with a shovel, doing one final stun!

[tendo-the-lich]

The Officers

More OCs! *Panopticon* -Helmsbot- Alt Mode: Flying Saucer He/Him Panopticon never has his Optics fully closed. Mostly, this is due to the fact that Panopticon has many optics. His optics cover his arms, legs and even his back. It is impossible to approach him unseen. To many who meet Panopticon, this is very off putting, but to allies who need someone to watch their back, Panopticon is a valued friend. Panopticon cannot speak as his body has been modified by his former Qunitesson captors, despite this his eyes and powerful frame make him a force to be reckoned with.

Panopticon tends to remain on the Bridge of the Crew’s ship, the Eclipse and close to the other officers. He enjoys the company of Cipher who is often the only one who can communicate with him outside of text. Panopticon enjoys doing puzzles in his spare time, a hobby he uses to keep his mind sharp while his many other Optics process the panorama around him. *DarkStar* -Second in Command- Alt mode: Cybertronian Bomber She/Her Darkstar is a warrior. A true Decepticon warrior. While she never earned a spot in Megatron’s inner circle, she is a Veteran of the Great War, a fact made obvious by the scars on her chassis and faceplate. The tallest and strongest of the single cons in the crew, Darkstar is enough to make even Autobot Space Patrol think twice about engaging. Her Twin Nucleon Cannons, deployable turrets and her two handed greatsword make her a menace of battle. Serious and Dark, Darkstar is often difficult to approach by her fellow crew. Only Cosmowing can break through her hardened facade. The two have been maintaining a tryst for some time, though they aren’t open about their relationship. Darkstar enjoy’s Cosmowing’s optimistic demeanor and can’t help but get caught up in the bravado. Darkstar also feels the need to protect the younger cons in the crew from danger, throwing herself into dangerous situations to save them from their mistakes.

[ttrpgbrackets]

Propaganda below

Apotheosis

You become a terrifying fount of mystical power. Once per mystery, after you suffer loss or harm, you may enter a state where you have both immense power and zero interest in the well-being of other people. While in this state, you can fly, use +Weird to kick some ass instead of +Tough (using innate magic as a 3-harm weapon with whatever properties you choose), ignore the component costs of your rotes, ignore one requirement of every spell you cast with use magic, and you have +1 ongoing to do everything. On the other hand, you outright cannot use the protect someone move, you have all the Temptations, and you have to indulge them whenever a good opportunity presents itself. When you try to resist a temptation, roll +Cool. On a 10+, your apotheosis ends. On a 7-9, if ends with you doing something dangerous or cruel. On a miss, it ends only after you harm someone (or something) you love.

What makes it cool?

(this is from The Hex playbook, which can be found on their website, if you want to fact check or anything). Anyways literally every game that has wildly powerful magic users should have built in mechanics for “I’ve experienced some terrible pain and am going to go super sayan for a moment” but as far as I’m aware MOTW is the only one that does AND it fucks. So many opportunities for terrible horrible things to happen to you or your fellow party members in the best way possible!!!

Castigate the Enemies of the Godhead

When you rest or perform a Full Repair, you can push the Manticore into an unstable Castigation State (or bring it out of one). In this state, the Manticore explodes immediately when destroyed due to damage or reactor meltdown, vaporizing it and instantly killing you and any other passengers. Characters within burst 2 must succeed on an Agility save or take 8d6 explosive. On a success, they take half damage. This only takes place if you are physically present in the Manticore.

What makes it cool?

First off, you should understand that most mechs in Lancer have fairly mundane technological abilities. Stuff like Assault Cannon, Deck-sweeper Automatic Shotgun, and LB/OC Cloaking Field. Generally utilitarian gadgets that sound like they could exist. So, all the weirdness I'm about to describe is happening against a backdrop of otherwise fairly grounded military sci fi.

CASTIGATE THE ENEMIES OF THE GODHEAD sounds nothing like a normal sci-fi gadget.

The Manticore, the mech, with the castigate ability is basically an unstable nuclear reactor that is also an unstable religious fanatic. It is covered in a field of radioactive lightning and/or the barely contained wrath of an ancient god. It is constantly on the verge of exploding both literally and figuratively.

Basically, between battles, you can decide that you're about to go out in a blaze of glory. and then, when you die, you explode with enough power to vaporize any enemy in the core book twice over, as well as any party members standing too close. There's no way to cheat it, either. You have to be in that cockpit, and blow up along with your mech. It makes you a suicide bomber.

Lancer consistently blurs the line between mundane advanced technology and genuinely divine blessings. Is this a walking bomb spewing fragments of old data, or is it a righteous weapon of God's fury? In a sense, Ra is the sun, and the sun is a sustained fusion reaction, so maybe a fusion reactor really is literally a small piece of God.