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[technovillain]

my d.e. fanskills set

these are based on my own personality. so just allow me to be nerdy and vaguely vulnerable for a second.

INTELLECT

SCAFFOLD: call back to past solutions to problems. You are a seasoned professional who can make a Venn diagram of any two situations. This is always appropriate. Cool for: Architects, Think-Tankers, Technical Support

IDEOLOGY: apply your truths. Bring those Philosophy 101 facts to the forefront and show everyone you know how the system works. Fuck the man. Fight the power. Cool for: Soapboxers, Revolutionaries, Activists

REFERENCE: recall previous facts and information you have stored in your head. Cool for: Scholars, Expert Witnesses, Archivists

THREAD: tie unrelated things together to form new concepts or truths. Easily led astray by distraction. Cool for: Conspiracists, Investigators, Crossword Champions

RACONTEUR: tell a story, be it true or false. Is the web you weave convincing? More importantly, does it baffle and dazzle the mind? Cool for: Authors, Compulsive Liars, Dungeon Masters

EVERGREEN: your childlike, everlasting hunger to learn more, and to learn everything. A potted plant frustrated by its root space. Cool for: Finger-Painters, Those Who Pine, Renaissance Men

PSYCHE

APRÉS MOI: look forward to the consequences of the future. See yourself return to the clay and find what remains. Cool for: Dark Poets, Forensic Scientists, Prognosticators

MOTLEY: a fool from a fantasy world. Thinks nothing of the mortal realm and encourages escapism through imagination. Cool for: Spiraling Entertainers, the Absent-Minded, Nincompoops

SOLICITUDE: show compassion and understanding to those around you. You've been there before, reassure them. Cool for: Village Elders, Veterinarians, the Lonely

MATRYOSHKA: connect with versions of yourself long gone. Different names, the shunned, the dearly missed, hold court with them all. Cool for: Introspects, Therapists, Those with Identity Disorders

L'APPEL DU VIDE: think of all the ways it could go wrong. Usually unnecessary and distressing, occasionally enlightening. Occasionally allows you to get into the mindset of a lunatic. Cool for: People on the Edge, Paranoiacs, Health & Safety Inspectors

BREECHES: you're a big boy, you're a grown up, these are facts that you can believe all the time. People take you seriously. You are confident. Cool for: Fragile Egos, Self-Proclaimed Big Boys, Younger Siblings

PHYSIQUE

GUTS: something is stirring in your stomach. Can you handle it? Cool for: Daredevils, the Honest, Dumpster-Divers

SWIVEL: scope out the room. Locate danger and emergency exits. Trust no one. You aren't paranoid, you're just being more cautious than everyone else. Cool for: Bodyguards, Runaways & Fugitives, Petty Criminals

FLOODGATES: Hold it in. Don't cry, don't emote, don't let them know what you're thinking. Cool for: Feeling-Bottlers, Chronic Tough-Guys, Judiciaries

MULTI-TOOL: be resourceful with your tools. Use everything for multiple purposes, get all the juice out of every fruit in your basket. Cool for: The Frugal, Those Who Hate Doing the Dishes, Tailors

ITCH: encompasses most primal desires. Destruction, feasting, sexual gratification, violence. Cool for: Vandals, Hedonists, Party Animals

VIGOR: the overall state of your immune system and physical health. Your body is a well oiled machine. Cool for: Health Nuts, Olympians, Hypochondriacs

MOTORICS

FLOAT: sneak around, light as a feather. Leave the environment undisturbed. You are a gentle breeze. Cool for: Jewel Thieves, Eavesdroppers, the Forgotten

IGNITION: the adrenaline-fed movements of a maniac. How scared are you? How badly do you want to run away? Cool for: Prey Animals, the Guilty, Cowards

FLUIDITY: loosen your jaw and unclench your fists. You're in control of the situation, and none of this will matter a year from now. Cool for: Yogis, Enlightened Monks, Trusted Leaders

PANACHE: move your body in all the right ways. You are unthinkingly perfect at knowing where to put your hands and feet. Cool for: Masters of Charisma, Dancers, Impressive Show-Offs

CROSSHAIRS: make precise and accurate motions with your body and the tools that you wield. Cool for: Court Stenographers, Sharpshooters, Sign Interpreters

BRUNT: bear a heavy load. You don't need any help with this. Your muscles and joints are forged of steel. Cool for: Heroes of the Working Class, Shot-Putters, Powerlifters

[revelboo]

Hello Happy new year.

I really wanted to thank you for all your transformers writing. Humans meeting Cybertronians will always make me happy, especially when it's followed with several angs and misunderstanding shenanigans.

I love how cybertronias either get their humans by picking them randomly (Autobots and Decepticons on earth) or the humans literally appear in front of them (Lost Light crew). Its like the universe is telling them "now bond" in the most awkward get alone T-shirt (*cough* transformers one au).

Also, where are you storing all the souls people are offering you? I would like to sacrifice mine for more of the sweet Murder Machine Tarn or (but just if you can and would like to) some Sunder.

Gotta save the Cybertronian race somehow- scenarios with the three least okay Cybertronians

Obsessive Cybertronians Scenarios 18+ 🌶️

Sunder x Reader, Tarn x Reader, Vortex x Reader

Sunder

• “Where were you?” That husky, low voice strokes over you as the inner door seals behind you. Can hear the shivery sound of his chains sliding as he strains against them. You know he can’t get loose, that he’s trapped, but the fine hair at your nape still prickles with a combination of fear and excitement. Unlike the Cybertronians on the ship, Sunder can feed off your memories but can’t shred them and destroy your mind. Understand that, but you can still feel it when he gets in your head and sometimes it goes both ways. His twisted thoughts and emotions spilling over into you. Spreading like poison through you. “I need you.” Eyes closing as he shifts restlessly, you gather your strength and remind yourself that you’re in charge here. Starting up the scaffolding that had been erected to give you access to his berth, your breath comes quicker. Fear and need. “I missed you, little love.”

• Head turning, he watches you, glossa sliding over his denta. They’d forced him to mass displace to make him manageable and bound him, giving him you thinking he can’t manipulate you. Fools. Though he’s enjoyed playing with you, dabbling in your memories. Finding all sorts of lovely insecurities. Like the fact that you’re surrounded by Cybertronians, but so lonely. “You’re just hungry,” you mutter, drifting closer anyway. Because you’re as hungry as he is. Afraid of what the crew will think of you if they find out what you do with him. To him.

• “Starving.” Hands bound at his sides, he flexes his servos. “What has you troubled? Come here.” Those blue optics stare at you, his lips parted as his hips lift as much as they can. Taunting you. “Let me taste.” Know he means your memories, but as he slides that glossa over his denta you shiver. Because you don’t trust him, know exactly what he is, how awful and ruined he is.

• “Not happening,” you say as you toe off your boots and strip off your lower coverings, leaving the rest on. Hips lifting again when you lay a soft hand on his chassis and shift over him. That little touch sparking through him, letting him in. Clever fingers finding the panel and releasing his erect spike. Optics shuttering and lips parting as you grip him and guide him to you. Letting you believe you’re in control as you take his spike deep into your wet heat. Taking your pleasure as he uses the contact to delve into you, feeding off of your memories. Living through them as you brace your palms on him and undulate against him.

• Is It how wrong it is that makes it so good? Or is his corruption spreading to you, making you as twisted as he is. Head tossed back as you bounce on him, your breath catches. Feeling him in your head, spreading like smoke through you. Whimpering as you remember the last victim. Hunting another Cybertronian, so hungry. Eager for the kill, his hunger twisting through you as you devour their memories. Under you, he’s whispering in that silken, terrible voice. Crooning to you as you ride his spike. “Let me go, little love. We could be free,” he groans as you move faster against him. “Take such good care of you.” Hear his chains rattle as his hips rock up against you, voice growing strained. Know he’s lying to you, but you want it a little more every time. Want him even as you fear someone checking on you and finding you on his spike.

Tarn

• Servos tightening on your hips as he kneels behind you, you whimper as he buries his spike inside you. “Weak,” he snarls, hips moving urgently against you to stroke deep. “Blasphemous.” Cheek resting on your outstretched arm, hips up as he ruts against you with deep, hard strokes, his optics glint at you from behind his mask. Because no matter how much he insists this is wrong, he doesn’t stop. Sneering at humanity and weakness in front of the rest of the DJD, but when it’s just the two of you, he can’t seem to stop reaching for you.

• Running a palm up your spine as he thrusts against you, lost in the feel of you gripping his spike, he hates it even as he needs it. Needs you. “Tarn,” you moan and his optics shutter, hips pumping frantically as you tremble under him. Every single time he claims you, he swears it’s the last time. That he won’t succumb to this weakness. This shame. And then he finds himself bearing you down, mounting you again. Wishing he was stronger. That he could just break you and be free of this addiction, but never able to. How many times has he wrapped his servos around that delicate throat while you rest against him, thinking how easily he can end this? But never following through. Unable to lose you.

Vortex

• “Do it,” he groans, mask retracted and denta bared as you press that little blade, the one he’d given you, to the mesh of his neck under his chin. Hands on your hips, he rocks himself against you. Feeling the way you tighten on his spike. “Is that what you want? Me to beg? Please.” Laughing, he lifts his hips and throws you off balance. Feels the little bite of pain of the blade cutting him, before you yank it away from his throat, eyes wide. “Frag, a bit harder. Deeper.” Not sure if he means the blade or his spike stroking inside you. Servos tightening on your hips as he rolls. Hears you swear as the little blade goes clattering and that lovely coppery scent fills his senses.

• Back hitting the floor as his hips surge against yours, you hook your legs around his waist. Feel the wetness running down your wrist where you cut yourself. Spike pounding deep, he catches your arm and drags your hand to his mouth. Latching onto you, the side of your hand gripped in his denta as his glossa slides over the shallow cut to make you squirm. Pain and pleasure spangling together as you dig your thumb into his neck, finding that little nick and pressing against it until he shudders against you, biting hard enough to make you cry out as he releases. Hips surging against you, as he runs his glossa against the inside of your wrist and stares down at you, venting raggedly. Slipping free of you long enough to flip you onto your belly, then he’s inside you again, hips pumping as his mouth brushes your neck and shoulder and he bites again. Gripping you in his denta as he ruts against you and you scream, coming apart. Trembling as he keeps moving against you, both of you unable to find pleasure without pain. The same kind of broken.

If they fully bond to him, he could, but they’re refusing to give in completely so far

[lady-quen]

A list of some of my sylvari headcanons and interpretations of canon, but delivered in extreme hodgepodge style:

- they have human-analogous internal anatomy, meaning that they are plant matter mimicking animal functionalities, inside and out. This is further supported by Mordrem possessing specialized organs such as brains or kidneys (Mordrem Researcher quests) Since the Pale Tree grew on the graves of Ronan's family, she grew her roots into what remained of the bodies, taking nutrients while also learning their anatomy and establishing a scaffolding for the future sylvari. You know how if you bury a body under a tree and later dig up the soil, the roots are shaped like a human? Something similar happened here.

As such, sylvari hardwood skeletal systems are very accurate copies of human skeletons, but soft tissues are more their own thing due to the Pale Tree having less of an accurate frame of reference (since the bodies would have begun to rot) and going with a mix of her knowledge of human anatomy and "instinctive" Mordrem anatomy.

- The wiki states they don't have hearts and a pulse, but relying on purely osmotic gradients for circulation in an ambulatory creature that is stated to have high energy needs and therefore is even unable to rely solely on photosynthesis and other typical plant processes seems implausible, so I changed it to give them some sort of pump organ, positioned more or less in the center of the chest.

- The sylvari don't really have names for their own organs, so they approximate using human vocabulary.

- Sylvari tend to sleep deeper, but can train themselves to have a lighter sleep if required (such as, in dangerous field jobs.) The extra deep sleep sometimes causes nearby sylvari to synchronize their dreams and even "meet" in a hazy dreamscape, a faint remnant of the actual Dream.

- Sylvari sap does not contain platelets, but injury stimulates phloem cells and/or skin cells to swell and constrict, then release a substrate which reacts with certain substances contained within the sap to create a clot-like resin.

- Given enough time, sylvari resin exposed to outside conditions could potentially turn into amber?

- The fact sylvari breathe with their lungs (since they are unable to rely solely on diffusion) implies they possess blood cells and some sort of chromoprotein to carry oxygen? Further supported by the existence of the Mordrem Spleen. Alternatively, they utilize natural magic to speed up diffusion..?

- Sylvari most likely do not possess adaptive immune systems and rely on innate tissue-level strategies to fend off pathogens, like other plants.

- Sylvari awaken with shaper magic, as in the ability to magically and empathically influence other plants. Some specialized Shapers train this ability to use in plant sculpting and architecture, and creating various purposed species such as turret plants. Wardens find it useful to train themselves to read and use other plants as early warning signs for incoming danger. Very rarely, certain sylvari, particularly necromancers, can awaken with little to no shaper magic.

Shaper abilities can be used to alter one's own body, to the point of completely changing one's appearance and even gender if desired, though such a process takes some time. (Perhaps months?)

- Mordremoth, possessing vast amounts of control over plant shaping, can rearrange a sylvari body completely in a matter of hours to days.

- Considering real-life plants rely predominantly on hydraulics rather than electric signaling, logic-ing out an internally consistent and plausible anatomy for ambulatory plants is very difficult (impossible?) thus sylvari must at least possess predominantly electric pathways, essentially mimicking a human nervous system. Many processes would also likely require "it's magic" as an explanation, which makes sense if we consider they are dragon minions, which were probably originally meant to help process and store magic energy at least to some degree.

- Science of sapient walking plants, what the fuck.

- Thank you Tree Mom 🙏

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Model Barbara Mullen on a construction scaffold overlooking rooftops in midtown, February 15, 1946. She is wearing a yellow fleece coat over a gray worsted suit by Vincent Coppola with gray shoes, gloves, and a plumed cloche hat.

Photo: Erwin Blumenfeld for Vogue via the Condé Nast Store

[catsoupki]

now, at twenty five, you see the ghost of your past haunting you. when you pass by the sandbox, you hear the blooming noises of explosions. you hear the stifling tears from fighting bullies and you smell the stench of nitroglycerin. the last time you had seen katsuki bakugou was this morning, when you were making breakfast in your kitchenette with the television turned on. the bleed of morning sun flutters into your studio apartment, inundating your belongings with warmth. the news channel broadcasted an accident from a previous night, in which pro hero dynamight was able to catch and arrest two villains by himself during his night patrol, but still left destruction in his wake.

it’s the collapse of scaffolding, the uprooting of walkways, with soot and burn scars scalded into the walls of concrete. it’s the name of your childhood love plastered over every single surface that exists.

the last time you had seen katsuki bakugou, you were fifteen. wearing a graduation cap too heavy for your dipped head, donning a robe too large for your then small and sickly thin body.

katsuki bakugou had looked at you with something in the guise of disgust. head held high with a kind of dignity you’re unfamiliar with, the dignity that comes with being the best at what you do, the dignity that encompasses his self-assurance. or perhaps it was betrayal, a shattering unbeknownst to you.

a dream too good to be true— two tickets that would allow you to step foot into the heroes’ world, only to have one fall short, in the name of illness.

he had never visited you during your chronic stay at the hospital. but at twenty five, perhaps now you recall the nameless cards that were littered onto your bed-side table before you had even awoken, at the glimpse of dawn.

a promise broken by betrayal— he looks at you, from a pedestal unto the commoners, he looks at you with his head tilted high and leaned back, as if he’s too afraid to get too close. maybe he is. he was never good at deceiving you.

since the day of your graduation, you see the ghost of your past everywhere. when you walk past the convenience store on the way to work, only to be greeted by the face of dynamight on the package of onigiris. and when you go shopping with friends, you'll be reminded of his face on the commercial district billboard for calvin klein.

he is everything you’re not, and likewise, vice versa. you’re everything he’s not. your contact is left to collect dust in his phone but he’s sure you would’ve forgotten him by now. it’s the doing of his teenage self, to push you and your illness away until you recover, until you move on with life, onto normalcy. you won’t ever realise the years that he had used his birthday wishes and new years fortune to pray for your recovery. for you to make it out of the hospital, alive and well, because what is there to being a hero if not for you? what is there to protect when you’re not even there?

but he also won’t ever know the times you’ve knelt in front of the television in your childhood home, when you were sixteen, bowing your head and praying to god that even if he doesn’t show you mercy, he should at least use that to keep bakugou safe, alive and well.

it’s been over a decade. the last time he saw you, you had pale cheeks and barely made it to the graduation ceremony without fainting. your body was sticks and bones, remnants of an unhealed sickness that stole your dreams away.

he sees you now in the flowers he receives. he sees you in the eyes of students in the schools that he gives talks at. a childlike wonder that never got to grow up, a kindness that was killed over and over again until you became a tinder without a fire.

he tells himself: he’s moved on. and perhaps except for izuku, no one will ever notice just how ugly the scar on his heart is. you’re no hero, you’re no villain, you’re something of the in-between, but still, you leave destruction in your wake.

[dailyadventureprompts]

So lately I've been running games that give players a lot of power when it comes to world building, encouraging them to make up facts about the world or npcs whole cloth as a regular part of play. Thing is, I play with a good number of people who don't consider themselves storytellers and tend to be quite intimidated by the idea of improv.

Some people (like myself and a few others I know) are endless fonts of ideas, eager to scribble in the margins of someone else's work, but for other folks it can be a real challenge to come up with things on the spot or work up the confidence required to be that kind of collaberator. As such, I've been working on techniques to help my more reticent players get accustomed to their own creative agency:

Give them a Scaffold: Often it's as simple as giving players an emotion they can tap into along with the prompt to make something up, whether it be funny or nostalgic or gross. I can say " This person who you need to get past to talk to your contact is annoying and doesn't want to let you through. What's pissing you off about them?" or " we open the sarcophagus looking for the amulet and we find something awful inside, what is it?" and the player will add the requisite detail with something they find relevant or horrifying. BOOM, instant engagement. Other times I'll have them describe something from their own past or a work of fiction they like, which most people can recall details about just fine when they'd struggle with making something "new".

Give them Homework: Making up stuff on the spot is HARD, so give them time to work on it ahead of time. Say I was prepping an adventure that happened at a mall, I might ask my players to make up 5 stores or NPCs each and give them a little ingame reward for posting them in the groupchat. Things like this can especially help if you're prepping an adventure in a region/town that's more focused on exploration and so requires more material than average.

[sumire-no-nikki]

An old favorite, a new find: cupcakes from my go-to bakery in London and an interestingly curated bookshop. It occurred to me while browsing that bookstores are like people. The books featured, authors recommended, even the lighting inside the store—they are all choices that scaffold a bookshop’s personality. And through time you get to watch the changes, learn about its strengths and limitations. Bookshops are dear friends and I'm thankful to have gotten acquainted with a new one on this day.

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Benefits of Planks in Construction

In the ever-changing world of building and remodelling, materials selection is critical to a project's success and endurance. Among the various materials available, Aluminium planking scaffolding is gaining popularity due to its versatility, durability, and wide range of applications.

Aluminium planks, which were previously only used in construction, are now being used in both interior and outdoor projects. In this blog, we go deeper into the world of aluminium planks, analysing what they are and revealing the myriad benefits they provide to the construction industry.

What are Aluminium Planks?

Aluminium planks, as the name implies, are plank-like structures made of aluminium. These planks have swiftly become necessary equipment for a wide range of remodelling and construction tasks. Their appeal originates from a unique set of properties that render them important in a variety of industries.

Benefits of Aluminium Planks

With a firm grasp of what aluminium planks are, it's time to look into the several benefits that make them the favoured choice among construction professionals.

Durability Exceeds Expectations

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Unlike typical wood planks, aluminium does not require regular treatments or sealants.

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This low-maintenance feature contributes to its popularity in the building industry.

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Aluminium planks stand out as an environmentally beneficial construction material in an era where sustainability is crucial.

Aluminium is 100% recyclable, thus the planks can be repurposed or recycled when they reach the end of their useful life.

This not only minimises trash but also promotes a more sustainable construction sector.

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One of the most notable features of aluminium planks is their adaptability.

They are widely used as scaffolding or working platforms due to their remarkable strength-to-weight ratio.

This feature makes them incredibly easy to carry and set up, providing unparalleled ease on job sites of all sizes.

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Aluminium planks are available in a variety of sizes, allowing for versatility in design and construction.

They are easily assembled, resulting in bespoke working environments tailored to the individual requirements of a project.

Furthermore, these planks have a non-slip surface, which provides a safe and solid platform even in wet or greasy situations.

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In conclusion, aluminium planks provide numerous benefits that make them the ideal choice for a wide range of construction projects. Their strength, durability, and lightweight nature make them ideal for construction projects of all sizes. Furthermore, their resistance to rust, corrosion, and the weather means they survive longer than many other materials, offering long-term value. However, keep in mind that the quality of your aluminium planks will have a big impact on the success of your project.

To get all of these benefits, it is critical to buy from a reputable supplier who can guarantee high-quality items. Scaffold Store is your go-to source for high-quality aluminium planks and other scaffolds like scaffold with wheels, scaffold towers, Diagonal Braces scaffolding etc. As a major supplier of scaffolding equipment and accessories in the United States, Scaffold Store provides a diverse selection of aluminium scaffold planks that are not only sturdy and durable but also reasonably priced.

With a team of experienced professionals, they can help you choose the best goods and provide expert advice on installation and safety. By selecting Scaffold Store as your supplier, you not only ensure the finest quality aluminium planks but also benefit from their experience and dedication to safety. Elevate your building projects with the unrivalled benefits of aluminium planks and the dependability of the Scaffold Store. Make the right choice now for a more efficient, long-lasting, and environmentally responsible construction experience.

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MOBILE SCAFFOLDS: A PRACTICAL CHOICE FOR PORTABILITY AND WORKING AT HEIGHT

There are many different types of scaffold choices on the market today, including fixed scaffolds, movable scaffolds, etc., which are frequently used in construction operations. Scaffold Store offers the premium and high quality of mobile scaffolds like Stairway Scaffolding, aluminium scaffolds etc at an affordable price. The movable scaffolding stands out among them thanks to a few key characteristics. An extra benefit of a mobile scaffold system is that it is portable and simple to move or relocate without incident, even if it performs the same purpose as any other scaffolding structure.

A movable scaffold is ideal for DIY projects, handyman work, and tradespeople:

Handymen can securely reach windows to replace, paint, or clean them without having to sway while climbing a ladder.

For tradespeople, a movable scaffold may streamline common tasks.

Be safe and finish the task quickly whether you want to tackle some little DIY projects around the house or want to make significant home changes before renting or selling your property. So in order to complete DIY projects, you need a safe, transportable, and trustworthy support platform.

Why Employ a Portable Scaffold?

Practical and simple to use 

For DIY projects in particular, mobile scaffolding is a more convenient and practical alternative to permanent scaffolding. Additionally, it is a safer solution for construction labour. However, it is your duty to guarantee the security of the scaffolding crew members. The scaffold system has safety components, however they must be put together before being used for construction.

Lightweight

A movable scaffold made of aluminium is portable, lightweight, and simple to move. The movable scaffold system is a favourite among contractors because of its lightweight design, which considerably reduces the risk of harm to the employees when they are moving or working on them.

Simple to Move

The manoeuvrable design of the movable scaffold is well-known. A movable scaffold system is equipped with wheels, which makes it simple to drag or push them around.

Spacious

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Conclusion

Aluminium scaffold tower that are robust and lightweight ensure that your employees may securely operate at heights. Additionally, mobile scaffold offers your employees safe and simple lock assembly, stable work platforms, and the flexibility to transport the scaffold system anywhere is necessary. Both DIY enthusiasts and tradespeople may benefit greatly from the mobile scaffolding system since it increases productivity, enables precise finishes, and allows users to move swiftly to the next work.

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✦ tambay tambay lang. | ft. fil! iwaizumi

m.list / wc ; 1.4k

-> synopsis: before you knew what love was, you knew this: the best things in life were only twenty five pesos each, and the best things in life had to be bought in pairs.

a.n. ; 90% of iwaizumi's dialogue is in tagalog. translations provided at the bottom because i couldnt figure out how to do hover text on ao3 so im not even gonna try coding on tumblr.. . ... . ... .

there’s a kind of softness to the air after a storm in your barangay. not quite silence, not quite stillness. the sun came out around four o’clock today, and the clouds started to pull apart like cotton candy in the sky. once the dogs started barking again and someone’s radio turned on, you knew the world was waking up.

you were eight, maybe nine. old enough to wander barefoot, careful of sharp gravel and frogs in the ditch. young enough to still believe the sun chased your car when you drove. and on days like this, the only thing you cared about was whether iwaizumi hajime from two houses down would come with you.

if you weren’t already side by side, it was easy; one whistle, or a small rock thrown against his gate. iwaizumi never admitted it, but he liked when you dragged him around. especially when you made him laugh hard enough to cover his mouth with both hands, like joy was something he had to hold in. 

you had a few pesos jangling in your fist that you had stolen from under the couch cushions, and you had every intention on spending every last centavo on a sweet treat. the sari-sari store was only a few streets over, its wooden counter still damp from the rain. candy sachets dangled like flags in the window, and the freezer hummed faintly from the back. 

it was run by an old couple who’d been around since before your were born. you and iwaizumi always went to them after school, so they knew you well, and they were never surprised to see you in the store, side by side.

you asked for two ice cream cups, standing up on your tip toes to see over the counter.  isang cheese, isang ube. twenty-five pesos each. and some for the road. you both sat on the curb beneath the flickering street lamp, the pavement slightly warm from the afternoon sun. your shoulders almost touched, his knee brushing yours. 

you finiyoud your ice cream quickly, turning your paper cup upside down and licking the last traces off the sides. your tongue was yellow, his purple. when you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, a streak of it was left on your forearm. iwaizumi snorted, then tried not to laugh at the mess you’d made.   

he always ate ice cream as if he had all the time in the world.  small bites first, then in little scoops from the middle to the edges of the walls; a spiral motion. counterclockwise, then back again.

“c’mon,” he said, already standing up. “daan tayo sa base.”

you didn’t have to say anything. your feet already knew the way. the ‘base’ wasn’t really a base—not in the way kids on cartoons had them, anyway—but it was yours. the half-built house near the bend, framed in rusted scaffolding and peeling cement. no windows, no doors, just the wide-open skeleton of someone else’s unfinished dream.

he picked up the trash, holding the sticky wrappers in one hand, and you followed behind barefoot, slapping puddles as you walked. the street shimmered gold in the dying light. your shadows stretched long behind you.

it wasn’t a secret. it wasn’t really a base either. just an abandoned squatter house with a caved-in roof and a family of stray calicos. vines crept along the ground, and even the chain-link fences were rusted and pulled into the ground.

there was something sort of magical about that place; the trees towered over your head, blocking out the hot sun. there weren't any proper parks around, or anywhere in the philippines for that matter, but this was close enough.

you and iwaizumi had discovered it when he was trying to find his ball, daring each otyour to go inside in hushed tones and giggles but since then, your secret base had become your special spot, even if you did little else than go inside to lay around. despite the time that had passed, the house still smells like mold and the earthy kind of wet. you’d cleaned out most of the debris, leaving a clear space on the middle of the floor. 

the inside was dim, the kind of light that filtered through cracks and slats in the roof, scattering into ribbons across the concrete. the walls were bare and grey, patched with moss and peeling paint, and the floor was still slick in places, puddles pooling where the rain had snuck through

a few months ago, you’d convinced iwaizumi to go dumpster diving and bring back some stuff to make the base feel more like a hideout and less like some abandoned wreck. you had a beaten up couch that smelled like smoke and damp, some throw pillows with questionable stains, and a coffee table propped up by a cinder block.

you dropped to your knees and started poking at a puddle in the far corner of the room. the water shimmered with the oil-slick colors of old rain, and little insects skated across the surface, their legs barely touching the water. iwaizumi joined your, pulling a stick from the floor and using it to swirl the water, careful not to splash.

they knelt side by side, dragging sticks through the puddles, watching ripples spread out like slow explosions. you dug a rock through the middle to make waves, then tried to catch a beetle that had crawled out from under a plank of wood. it curled into itself when you touched it.

they kept digging through the damp earth—finding worms, bottle caps, a zesto packet... each thing was a discovery. every flick of a finger unearthed a new secret. digging your hands deep into the soil, you pulled out a button, half-rusted, shaped like a star. you showed it to the girl next to your with wide eyes.

“this is magical,” you whispered, like they were both in on some ancient secret. “baka galing diwata.”

“ha?” iwaizumi raised an eyebrow, but tyoure was a smile tugging at the edge of your lips. “sure ka hindi galing lang sa t-shirt mo?”

you shoved your with a huff. “shut up. it’s special.” you clutched it a little tighter before placing it on the coffee table like an offering. then you lay back on the mattress with your arms stretched wide, listening to the sound of the world breathing outside.

“ikaw yung special,” iwaizumi muttered under your breath. it was the kind of jab you made all the time, meant to be sarcastic, just to tease, but this time it was so soft that you almost thought you’d imagined it.

you lay back on the mattress with a sigh. you scooted closer, arms barely touching, heads tilted to the sky peeking through the slats. the light had gone gold. dust swirled like magic in the air.

in the hazy, half-light, iwaizumi’s face had lost all its sharp edges. your hair, soft-dark and curling over your forehead. you could see the purple and yellow from their ice cream had rubbed off on iwaizumi’s chin and lips, a streak of color against your dark skin.

neither of them were talking much. just laughing sometimes, leaning close, chasing after something invisible and gone before they could grab it. time didn’t move the same way inside the base. it slowed down. stretched, softened.

the street outside glowed amber, lit by old lamps and the last breath of sun. puddles caught pieces of sky. you walked slower now, feet bare again, slippers in hand, the concrete warm and soft beneath their soles. you walked side by side, iwaizumi on the side closest to the cars, even though they were both walking in the road.

they were walking the long way home for no reason except that neither of them were ready to say goodbye yet.

a beetle flailed near the edge of the sidewalk, flipped on its back. you paused, but iwaizumi was already crouched beside it, flipping it over with an unusual gentleness.

“kawawa,” you said, brushing your hands on your shorts. “probably got frightened in the rain.”

you looked at your—mud on your knees, hair curling from the humidity, lips stained a little purple—and something flickered in your chest, soft and golden.

“ano?”

“wala lang.”

iwaizumi started walking again, and you followed.

barangay ; neighbourhood

sari sari store ; local convenience store

isang cheese, isang ube ; one cheese, one ube [sweet purple yam]

daan taayo sa base ; let’s pass by the base.

zesto ; popular brand of orange juice

baka galing sa diwata ; it might be from a diwata [mythical creature, usually a nature spirit]

ha? sure ka hindi galing lang sa t-shirt mo? ; what? are you sure its not just from your t-shirt

ikaw yung special ; you’re the special one.

kawawa; poor/pitiful thing

ano ; what?

wala lang ; nothing.

[harveywritings92]

[l4d au: Price, Gaz and their civilian friends search a high end mall for supplies, whoever was there before hand was smart enough to leave an elevator code for the upper levels, (all the escalators were destroyed to try to keep the infect down in the lower levels). Gaz sees Price grabbing a few boxes of Cubans from a cigar shop.]

Gaz: You serious?

Price: I'll be damned if run through this apocalypse without a good cigar on me.

Gaz: Fair enough.

[R/n and Tasha come walking in.]

R/n: Good news! We found an army supply shop around the corner; fully stocked. It even has an exit to the roof where we can signal that helicopter we saw flying outside...

Price: What's the catch?

Tasha (she talks like a valley girl): It's, like, locked up tight, so when we open it an alarm thingy is, like, gonna go off, everything, that's like, trapped downstairs is gonna come up here, sooo we'd probably have 3 minutes to, like, grab what we need and get the hell out...

Price: Right...Let's go then.

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[Reader was a one of those security guards who gets money from stores and transports it to the banks in the armored trucks. She was waiting for her boss and coworker to secure the money at a hotel when hell broke lose.

And her teenage friend Tasha is a 16yr old pageant queen and she hated it, her step-mom and aunt would force her into the pageants.

Tasha was more interested in pyrotechnics and engineering. (Her dad made fireworks.) She's the one who makes the groups pipe-bombs. she was a pageant contestant at the same hotel as R/n when everything went to hell.

She (after getting her hands on a fire ax) ran into R/n in the lobby and the older woman got her to the armored truck outside and they drove off; With all the money falling out of the truck as they went but no one gave a crap cos they were trying not to die.

about a week later they ran into an overwhelmed Gaz and Price trapped on a scaffolding fighting off a horde of infected after most of their squad was wiped out.]