#both. precious lil pixels

[yikessims]

The Santiago's farm.

Owned by Maxwell, under the care of the owner and son, Marcus. (RIP)

-Photo taken 11 years ago.

[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

Tfp Decepticons accidentally adopt a human teen graffiti artist, how do they interact with them?

EY FIRST POST LET’S GO

My max is 5 so I’ll do the main ones.

Megatron-

Doesn’t really care at first. What’s this damn fleshy doing on my ship anyway?

Tries to ignore them in the beginning, but during his walks around the ship he overhears some vehicons gushing to his friends about their artwork. Sooner or later little works of graffiti catch his eye as they pop up around the ship.

He won’t seek them out but will eventually round a corner and find them in the middle of spraying the decepticon symbol, but covered with intricate patterns all in different shades of purple. “Not bad fleshy, you’ve made a good choice of colours.”

He’ll accept your existence by giving you a lift on his servo from time to time. But only if he’s in a good mood.

Admires your art from a distance.

Found it funny if you ever sprayed any of the cons in their sleep. Until it happened to him.

‘Angry gladiator noises’

Starscream-

This screechy boi was the first to complain about your arrival, and the loudest.

However his curiosity got the best of him and he has the tendency to follow you around, he tries to be sneaky. He’s really not.

You pretended at first not to take notice but soon he approaches as he watches you work on one of the door to the vehicons habsuit, and the thumps of his pedes caused you to to jerk, but only a little bit.

Immediately he notices the tiny mistake and will blame it on how ‘too young and inexperienced’ you are. But you take no notice as you know your more talented at this than he’ll ever be.

Screamy will eventually stop mid sentence once he realises your not listening, but then starts another round of screeching of how he is second in command and that a mere fleshy like you should listen to him.

You don’t.

But he warms up to you like everyone else, just takes a little longer.

He’s like a cat whenever he watches you work, his optics never leaving your hand as it moves.

Soundwave-

Was the first to adopt accept you into the decepticons, since he’s so used to having to deal with young minicons, and you’re no different except for your fleshiness. (He likes you more if your naturally quiet)

Even though he’s silent, he’s the best at expressing his admiration for your art since you seem to be more motivated if he does. Likes it when you ask him first to observe your most recent artwork. Takes one look and there’s already a pixellated heart on his visor.

He’s your go-to if you find yourself in a situation where you’re graffitiing a wall or something, and the authorities are on your tail. He’ll literally just groundbridge you out of there. Why can’t people just appreciate your art?

It’s his favourite when he gets to help you work, his long ass arms will lift you up anywhere. Plus you pick him to do it more often since he’s quiet enough so you can concentrate. (And if he can’t do it because of his work, Laserbeak will be straight over there to do just that)

Is in love with your work so much, he asked if you could do something on him, and his flat arms are perfect. So you you do. Intricate and detailed swirls all over his arms, in shades of black and dark purple, but only the insides so they’re less noticeable and he can easily admire them when he works.

He’s your new dad now.

Knockout-

Doesn’t mind about your arrival. He’s too busy buffing his paint job.

Since he’s so goddAMN SMALL he’ll immediately start seeing your little additions of colour on the walls and sometimes the floor.

Prefers it when soundwave helps by lifting you up because he can now see your graffiti at eye level, because now he doesn’t have to bend down and possibly damage his precious paint.

If somebot brings you into the medical bay while he’s working and you decide to stay he’s interested to know how you developed your talent.

But knowing him he’ll use your ability to help top up his looks, but since you have feelings he’ll only ask if you’re happy to.

He’s immediately interested when he noticed soundwave’s arms patterns when he was fixing his visor because Wheeljack’s a lil’ shit.

Considers letting you do it but most likely when the war’s ended.

Loves giving you advice on colour schemes and palettes when your arting.

Breakdown-

Boyo loves you from the beginning.

Is the one who carries you round the most, and helps you if both Sounds and Laserbeak are away.

Compliments your talent verbally the most. Like he WONT stop praising you.

Is your chauffeur if you want to graffiti on walls in town outside the Nemasis and such.

SO proud of ANY achievements you do. By the end of the hour every con has heard of it.

Once you got taken by the autobots. Lemme emphasise in this: ONCE.

One night of them trying to get information out of you and in revenge you spray painting them overnight. They looked like gangstas with a shitload of tattoos. Took them days with ratchets special formula to remove. But you weren’t mean so you just put temporary tattoos on the kids, but no one knows how you had them handy on you in the first place.

Breakdown was practically sobbing with pride. They looked absolutely RIDICULOUS on the battlefield.

(They all love you in their own way💗)

Bonus

Megatron is confused when the vehicons start walking around covered in bright patterns. 5teve is having the time of his life.

[ladykeane]

More of my super lit LT lore

That’s right sweatys my Lazytown headcanons are not just headcanons they are straight-up LORE

These takes are so fresh that they made the dankest 4chan edgelords pee their pants

I hope you’re ready for these bc I would die to defend them and I am ready to throw hands at any time

First and most importantly: Sport’s full birth name is Spartacus Magnússon. SpArtacus. Magnússon. Did I stutter?

Elves do not have the same concept of sexual identity as humans. They don’t have the terminology for it, but they kinda just assume everyone’s pan by default. Functionally Sport’s probably pan with a strong preference for the menfolk, but after Robbie grouchily attempts to explain human concepts of sexual identity to him, he suddenly blurts out ‘I’m gay lol’ since he’s so smitten with Robbie

I see you all with your trans!Sport HCs, and my friends, I raise you trans!Bessie. Perhaps she was a big city girl originally, and before/just after her transition she got a lot of flack from the trashy people around her. She moved to Lazytown to make a fresh start and it turned out to be the best desicion of her life. Maybe she just comes out to Milford first, and then slowly the others, and she has the world’s best support network of crazy elves and overenthusiastic dancing kids.

She probably also came out to Robbie fairly early on, as her LGBT+ spidey senses detected a GNC person. While she is not afraid to kick his ass when needed, I can’t help but feel that she’s a little maternal towards him and they have a lowkey friendship that the kids don’t notice.

And yeah, I could easily see Robbie as genderfluid. When asked, Robbie says his gender is just ‘villain’.

Milford is Stephanie’s maternal uncle. Her name has to be alliterative damnit! and Stephanie Meanswell is not alliterative! It’s probably smth like Swanson. Like Swan -> Swan Lake -> Dancing -> Steph. And her dad was a dancer or gymnast or w/e.

STEPHANIE 👏 IS  👏 ELEVEN  👏 And once she takes the title, Sport adopts her. He insists that she must be his daughter because of the familial legacy of the Íþróttaálfar, nut nah it’s just cuz he loves and is so proud of his lil pink babby. Lucky Steph, once an orphan, ends up with two dads and a doting aunt and uncle.

Robbie is short for Robert. I will die for this. You know why? Because Robert Smith. Robbie is an iconic Gen X goth queen and loves The Cure.

He is also a ride-or-die Madonna fan. If anyone comes for his beloved Madge over her fake London accent/attempts to rap/etc, Robbie is totes prepared to cut a bitch.

While Sport and Robbie are still dancing around their UST, they do dabble in other trysts (namely Sport/Pablo and Robbie/Genie). And honestly I cannot stop thinking about a Sport/Pablo plotbunny (with a side of jealous!Robbie) where Sport gets in too deep and ends up getting his poor softe heart broken and Robbie saves the day. Why yes hello my name is trash

ONE THING I CANNOT DECIDE is which kids end up pairing up when they grow up. Trixie seems to have a girlhood crush on both Stingy (S1 & 2) and Steph (S3 & 4) and honestly that is so adorable and I love that for her. I mean kids can totally know who they are from an early age in terms of identity, but I have no idea what ships I actually side with? Trixanie? PixelSteph? Trixie Stingy and Ziggy as a thruple? Pixel on the ace spectrum but like gay for Stingy? Meh it’s all good.

Once they get married, Robbie and Sport build a house by the billboard (and Sport tethers the airship in the backyard). Steph has her own room there obvs. In order to keep Sport occupied while Robbie and Steph watch TV, they stick a treadmill next to the couch, and the sight of Sportacus jogging away while he’s intoduced to the pair’s favourite movies and TV inspires the nickname ‘the hamster wheel’. Like: ROB, STEPH, AND SPORT: *Watching Legally Blonde* SPORT’S FEET ON THE TREADMILL: *Scamper scamper scamper* It’s like a constant soundtrack to their screen time and is it weird that I find that hilarious?

Milford Meanswell: precious cupcake and bi disaster. I see the looks he gives Sport.

[youcanfindthisone]

I made this blog feeling calm, hopeful, and like. at peace. I feel like a kid, I have memories of being happy again (six flags, going to friends houses, being outside in the backyard) and I don't want to let it go, its so fleeting and it scares me. I feel happy. like. more like at peace AND content? If they're ... not the same thing. but this is so surreal almost. Like last time I felt this way, this significantly, was when I was high on mushrooms.

im also trying pepc*d as a pmdd help. I feel clarity for the first time in g-d knows how long. my brother sounded concerned bc of ulcers. so I don't know what to do about that but I don't want to suffer anymore, so.......

I'm enjoying this. I'm feeling really grateful. I'm feeling so good. ? so strange. so so so strange

feeling very. early combo of brown, light "baby" green, yellow-y beige, and baby pink. like arcade games. pixel-y images and bright colors (nothing vibrant, just glow-y?) like hamtaro ham ham heartbreak when they're at the beach or a tropical place. like point pleasant when its early in the morning, foggy, and cold enough for a hoodie walking around the new construction of these huge apartment complexes a little too far from the place we were renting ((and they were so grey. so huge and grey and beautiful with everything else going on around it). I always thought that time made me so happy (i do remember feeling one of the lowest feelings in my life there, at around 12-13 y/o. something about an eyebrow pencil? (not related to being at one of my lowest). and like... that time in my life felt so good, because I didn't care about too much and my interest in hurting myself/feeling good in the process of neglecting myself blossomed beautifully into something that still tugs at my heart strings, and still feels very much like a ingrained and complete, very confident in it, part of me - and something I can never ever fully communicate. I'm trying because I'm scared I'll forget about these memories and feelings and catalysts (?) and everything is just. blending together so beautifully and the feeling is so fleeting that I had to describe it. It's so precious and such a huge, important chunk of my life for me. I remember when I was beginning to get sad for a second, at the boardwalk i was almost unfamiliar with, but we've been there plenty of times when I was so so so much younger than I was at the time. I felt like, a strange mix of yearning and jealousy, and like. not to be dramatic, but despair. and with that came a ("well, this is such a pleasant place that I think I'd wanna die here") which, thinking further back, now feels like a direct tie to my suic*de plans I made when like, I was 15 probably. and to this day it sounds perfect, it makes my heart flutter a little bit bc I get excited. I wish I didn't get excited thinking about the suic*de plans I was mapping out and scheduling when I was a KID

i can't stop thinking about all these places and thoughts and daydreaming I had as a kid. And tomorrow I will wake up and not remember how I fell asleep, or this contentedness with little details of some of the happiest places I've been to as a kid - or the majority of my day, now that I try to recall it. That scares me. That's very scary, it feels very different than normal "I'm out of it" memory loss. I hope writing helps me with this a lil. If I remember this tomorrow without being reminded, then I'll be super happy! if not, I'm celebrating this now. either way I'm feeling a lotta gratitude still!

I need something to change. I stress drastically and soon - but I don't mean that, I'm hardy and know i will be fine most of the time, but like.. I'm so tired. I don't know how long I can deal with these feelings I can't handle. I don't know how to deal with me being scared ill just lose my mind one day and never be lucid again. i feel so sensitive sometimes. I wish K held me, I wish K WANTED to hug me, to touch me, to hold me and just lay with me. she's never tender with me. I wonder if that's why I have a lotta s*x nerves. I don't wanna unpack that tonight, I'm a little tired now. But surprisingly, even though it LOOKS like i spiraled, I feel so comforted by typing all this out even though I worry about it not making sense and then being embarrassed. I'll get better at this. maybe I won't give up this time (memories of the hospital that I think my grandma was in when we were so much younger. "flashes" of her room that she shared with someone and the discomfort that came w that and wondering about death. I remember looking out onto the grey white roof and also maybe begining to like/be comforted by industrial (?) aesthetic. I remember being very scared and also feeling like we were doing something wrong bc we just walked in. and also feeling like my mom or maybe dad or maybe both were mad at me, and rushing, esp in the lobby walking to the left big hallway. and feeling lots of dread bc I thought mom was mad at me. there was a cafe. There was a store with crackle nail polish that I wanted. Now I feel like I'm mixing up hospital visits, but it feels like the same hospital. Idk)

That's all I can do for tonight! good night, thanks.

[sweetcatmintea]

Sacrifices

It’s flash fiction Friday again(ish)! (Timezones are hard for Australians) I’ve been thinking a lot about space since hanging out with @snobbysnekboi at the NASA museum exhibit so let’s try a space story! This is part one of a bigger story that should hopefully be uploaded later tonight. I’ll link it when it’s done (it’s supposed to get horror-y so, don’t read the second part if you’re not into that)

As always, a big thanks to @cawolters for organising Flash Fiction Friday and to @pen-for-sword for hosting this week!

Prompt: Living Sacrifice 

Words: 770

Part two: Here

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          The Blue Danube Waltz crackled over the stereo as Toby ambled into the eating quarters. There was no need for the grain to the audio – technology had come much further than that – but the constructed imperfections made it all the more human. A little less empty. His appearance was met with playful groans from fellow station members. They never appreciated his situational jokes. Not even giving them time to wear out their novelty when they’d first left the Earth’s orbit. Or, at least, that’s what they claimed. Toby saw the hidden smiles when they rolled their eyes at his Alien movie poster, quoting the famous line ‘In Space, No One Can Hear You Scream’. One piece of his vast collection. Thousands of kilometres from Earth and full access to media, who wouldn’t take the opportunity to make as many references as possible? Jules gave him a Look which he deflected with a lazy shrug, a grin, and a ‘mornin’’. They should have scheduled their own music before him if they wanted to listen to something else. Making use of the time his spaghettios took rehydrating, Toby arched his back, listening for the satisfying Pop! of his spine. Holly joined him, rifling through the various packets for the ever-precious coffee powder.

          “We’re nearly out.” She murmured, carefully spooning the coffee into her cup, mindful to keep enough for a better-than-terrible cup tomorrow as well. “Remind me to ask Hasley to print more later. That machine hates me, I swear…”

          Toby hummed in acknowledgement. “Where is Hasley anyway? Isn’t her sleep cycle pretty much the same as ours?”

          “It was, but she’s working with Miguel on something now. I think they’re on Russian time until it’s done.” Holly looked to Jules for confirmation.

          “Yeah. They’re working with scientists from the Magadan time zone. For the most part, we’re not going to be spending many hours with them for a while.”

          “Hmmm. I guess it’s a good thing to get a lil… space from each other every once in a while.” Toby laughed at his own joke. Shameless. In one fell swoop, he was alone with just the hisses and hums of the station to keep him company. A ding and breakfast was ready.

          The food was okay. It was always okay. All of it was half-decent at best. It wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t great either. It was lacking, a microwave meal after home cooking. Toby was probably the only one who didn’t really mind. He’d liked tinned foods and packet meals since as long as he could remember. Miguel struggled through the first few months. Good food was good life. It was a part of his culture and his being. Now, they were all used to the mild disappointment at each first bite. It was just a sacrifice that had to be made. A counterbalance both for furthering the reaches of knowledge and to experience the majesty of a place that makes playthings of the universal laws the Earth holds so dear.

          Space travel, he had learned, came from sacrifice. It was the scaffolding of the achievement. From the animals that tested equipment where rescue was never part of the plan, to the lives of men forfeit to miscalculations, to the long stretches of isolation that a screen alone could never really quell. He was incredibly lucky to be able to make video calls, talking to his earth-bound friends and family in real time, he knew that well. But, as comforting as their voices may be, pixels could never replace the warm comfort of soft skin. Birthdays and anniversaries celebrated for an hour before the call timed out. Before work had to be continued. Before life got in the way. This was the longest mission yet. The furthest distance travelled. The truth they tried to hide in the back of their minds was that, even if they return home one day, their loved ones would not all be there to greet them. Sometimes, after a long chat with her parents, Holly would tuck herself away and cry. Their youth faded a little more each time she spoke to them.

          Toby mulled over his unusually heavy thoughts as he ate, staring out of the clear, thick panel window. He made constellations of the connect the dot stars. Creating stories they might have been given if they had danced across inhabited lands. It was different, but it was exciting. Everything around him, it was all untouched, unseen, unexplored. Flashes of pinks and greens swirled into nebulas in the distance. The road to space was paved with sacrifice but, honestly, he couldn’t deny the pay-off.

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Stay tuned for part two!

@cawolters, @pen-for-sword, @inkovert, @snobbysnekboi, @kainablue, and @i-rove-rock-n-roll

[bambi-sims-blog1]

I was tagged by the phenomenal and wonderful @cowplant-pizza

rules: 1. pick one of your OC’s. 2. fill in the questions/statements as if you were your OCs. 3. tag at least four people to do this meme!

questions under the cut:

1.)  what’s your name? Devon Lin

2.)  do you know why you were named that? My parents didn’t like gendered names and they liked the name Devon??

3.) single or taken? single because have you even seen people?

4.)  any powers or abilities? Weather, unlimited money, super strength-

5.) i’m gonna stop you there. stop being a mary sue. oh- i see

6.) ok, on to the next. what’s your eye color? Green and brown!

7.) right and how about your hair color? Black!

8.) tell me about your family members. I have three sisters, both of which are vampires (they fell in with a bad crowd smdh) and I have my beautiful daughter, Zora Eloise!

9.) they sound great. what about pets? I have three, Frank, Karen, and Micro

10. that’s cool, i guess. now tell me something you don’t like. People, generally

11.) do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do? Working out!

12.) have you ever hurt anyone before? nah boi im a precious lil sunflower

13.) how about killed someone. many people through the mob duh

14.) what kind of animal are you? Greenland Shark

15.) any bad habits? Biting my nails

16.) do you look up to anyone? My daughter!

17.) gay straight or what? Asexual my DUUUUUDES

18.) do you go to school? nah 

19.) ever wanna settle down? get married and have kids. i have a lil bby and that’s all i’ll ever want!

20.) do you have fanboys/fan girls? nope!

21.) what are you most afraid of? being forgotten

22.) what do you usually wear? Colourful clothes!

23.) what’s a food that tempts you? all food

24.) am i annoying you? cause it’s not over. WOOO BOI LETSA GO

25.well, its not over! WOOO BOI LETSA GO

26.what class are you (low class, middle class, high class)? Lower, we live a humble life

27.how many friends do you have? four. my daughter and my dogs

28. what are your thoughts on pie? Crumble is better

29.favorite drink? Coffee martini 

30. what’s your favorite place? the gym

31.are you interested in anyone? Nope!

32.that was a stupid question. … Yep!

33. would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean? Ocean :)

34.what’s your type? Rocky road is my favourite type of icecream, is that what you were asking?

35.any fetishes? Good human beings

36. seme or uke?

37.camping or indoors? Indoor camping? :D

I’m tagging; @a-kind-red @mellocakes @monets-pixels @zenzinger 

(If you’ve been tagged no need to do this!)

[rhotdornn]

FFXIV Writing Entry: [11] -- [AU]Mercy versus Justice

Decrepit alleys lay awash with the first, autumnal drizzle. Faint flickers tickle the bulbs within the forsaken lamp posts, once-neatly planted along the pavement. Color-bled rectangles shape the course, width and berth of these alleys... And whatever else took to breeding within these hoods, too.

The pounding of the truck’s exhaust leaves little space for thought. It isn’t like for anyone to stroll through these quarters unattended at night... Or, at the very least, sporting desirable attention.

The clock’s long-since struck past the grand, ol’ midnight hour. Wishful thinking, for the city to be asleep... Yet, despite the slithering, ghastly fog and the spectral clouds clogging the heavens above, it never is. Always watching, ne’er resting.

The tires of my pick-up truck flare up in an abrupt burnout--the brakes are locked into place, hindering further movement. Loyal thing, this black beast--served its debt long past what I took for expected. Doesn’t show signs of givin’ in any time soon, either.

The door is the first to unclasp, and swing open. The soles of my boots are met with the watery rancor, hurrying down the tilted, broken tiles of cement paving the alley. A better life for the citizens, healthcare for all, poverty out-the-win’ow...! All those promises, an’ look the squalor an’ what else these people got from ‘em. I pound the heavy door back, offering a firm pat to the hood of the freshly-sprayed truck.

After the key’s secured the hinges of the door, I stuff my palms within the sanctity of my jacket. The winds were, for a blessing, not as tantalizing tonight--making the choice of a long, ebony leather jacket all the more appealing... Not that I wore much else on the side, anyhow. Black, fingerless gloves promised some succor of warmth to my palms... Not that I intended to stay outside overlong.

The back-end to some shoddy, run-down store was to be my rendezvous point, eh... Rightfully so--for deep it lay nestled within the abandoned hood, and gods would know how many stinkin’ mutts piss their territory ‘round here. The tapestry greets one in no kinder spirits--rotting off the wall, exposing solid, cracked brick from what I can only assume t’ be the nineties... And naught more is there, save for one archaic, wooden door to bar--or permit--passage. Try your luck. Or so it goes.

The back of my knuckles soon kissed the hind end of the doorway. I can feel the dense breathing ‘hind it shortly thereafter... Aye, the anxiety seeps from it like vitriol.

“Brought the milk.” I calmly mutter out, stowing my palm away, back into the confinement of my deep pocket.

“...”

I recollect my breath calmly, closing my lids as I make purchase of a lofty inhale.

“Whi’er than white, organic an’ so forth.”

The door creaks open, and I accept it as an invitation--or a death passage. Guess I’ll be made acquainted with either soon enough.

Darkness spills throughout the windowless abode--and swiftly does the door seal behind me, the moment I accommodated enough space. So much for decency, and one’s respect for privacy bubbles.

“You’ll ne’er get the code right, eh...?” the opposing voice calls out--some might find it surprising, painted just a few decibels and textures above mine own, with a lighter accent to boot.

“You make ‘em too long.” I retort swiftly, pressing on--idly nudging an empty pizza box out of my path with the aid of my boot. “Can’t be arsed t’ remember ‘em.”

“We’ve gotta be on the same page, bro--communication’s e’erythin’ these days!”

Lots of enthusiasm for someone barely leaving the precious comfort bubble of his makeshift basement... 

...Or whatever this slump was.

Three computer screens illuminated a far-stranded corner of the solitary room. You’d barely make out the riled, unkempt bed from the scarce light, a pile of littering, wasted ramen cups, fast-food delicacies and god-forfend what-else scattered beside it.

“Wasn’t kiddin’, though. Got you some actual food, kid. Now, to try this ‘gain sans useless passcodes,” As we both emerge before the blinding rays of the monitors, the pictures of blueprints come into eyesight. I shove the paper bag into the resident’s own paws, thinking no better of it. “Yo. Let’s see what you’ve got for me.”

A rather burly, pale hand curls around the helm of the bag nearly suspiciously. I quirk a brow upwards, but again, think no better of the matter.

“Awh, c’mon--won’t let me eat first?”

“First we work, then we eat.”

“Ye’re more of a Sea Donkey than a Wolf...”

“An’ whyssat?”

“It’d gimme an ‘scuse t’ call ye Sea Ass.”

I shake my head near-whimsically, choosing to opt out of the conversation. I really hope the selfsame humor did not run in the family.

I lay the balls of my palms against the desk, leaning onwards to inspect the screen. Lots of print, in blue. Go figure where it got its name from.

“Right’en, partykiller--what I’ve got fer ye t’day is a proper treat, aye. Witness an’ feast upon the greatest find o’ the century, hacked exclusively byyyy~ yours truly~!”

God, the enthusiasm in his narcissistic voice is difficult to weather down. Here’s to hoping that didn’t run in the family, either.

“So... Dhem, I’m lookin’ at...?”

I squint harder, once more, asserting sheer will against floating, glowing pixels on the monitor. They ain’t something you’d encounter in architecture 101, per se.

“The greatest of all finds, Dornn! Sittin’ on yer ears o’ermuch, bro?” He joins the fray, presenting quite... Eagerly to the monitors with his greasy palm. Ask me not whence from that grease came.

Minus the enthusiasm and eyebags-doubling-as-eyeshadow, he ain’t a far fetch from me in appearance. Go figure, having shared the same cradle, as twins no less.

“These are the prints of M’s Onument Tower! An’ funny story there, too.” He began, that acidic pride back within his voice. “I stumbled quite... Peacefully while lookin’ into an operation of “borrowing” cash from one’a their lesser banks... Especially ‘fter last week, when they’ve conquered an’ cashed in from no less than freakin’ 49 whoppin’ percent of the stock market--oddly enough, the competition rose t’ the same amount ‘swell, leavin’ only a measly 2 percent fer the rest’a the workin’ folk.”

“Huh... Guess they did grow big. Yet, you do realize that such a heist might be just a bit o’er our heads, eh? They ain’t one o’ the competin’, biggest Corps’ fer nothin’ these days.” The response came naturally to me--I’m not too eager to go knocking on the vault of M-Corp’s lesser banks, littlealone their main door. Word has it the mayor’s bent to their will... An’ that’s a word I don’t mean to challenge...

...Yet.

“A’ight, but get this--our lil’ un’erground hacker friends--”

“Your.”

“Aye, fine, my lil’ un’erground hacker friends would delight in this lil’ bit of info. Who knows what they could do with this? Per’aps finally expose the lyin’ whoresons fer what they really are?”

“Ye’re not givin’ that t’ them.” I cut in sharply, and a visage befit of crushed dreams dawns on him--irritation swift to follow by the twitching of his brow.

“An’ what’d ye have t’ say we ought’a do then, huh!? Let ‘em puppet-string the cops at their e’ery whim, roll an’ rile up new gangs t’ get the drug flow steady an’ goin’ around the streets, kidnappin’, slavery, human traffickin’--they’re worse than yer common mafia! Consider ‘em forgiven, eh...? Or did’ja forget who put ye in jail in the first place, eh Dornn?”

He’s got this flair in his eyes... The talk of justice often gets him riled up. Always does it manage to ignite his heart, like it once had done to mine own.

I rise my right hand out of my pocket, planting it atop my collar. There, I fiddle with a dogtag slung ‘round me neck, twirling it around me digits. A final exhale follows, as my own heartbeat descends into a chaotic beat.

“Mask yer address, send M-Corps a lil’ worm, a warnin’--posin’ as yer lil’ hacker friends. Keep the tension ‘tween ‘em still hot, can’t ‘ave it grow stale. While they fight it out, we’ll find ‘nother backdoor in their system. Send a copy t’ Big-B, but keep the o’her siblings outta it... ‘Specially Rally.”

“Not like she’d pay attention, or has e’ersince she got that shiny, new job who-knows-where...”

“That’s a matter fer ‘nother time. Get off yer ass, grab yer guns’n’rifle, we’re “goin’ the distance” this time ‘round.” At this, that spark within his crimson hues is embellished with a brilliant glint, as his hand dives underneath the desk, and then behind it--not the most practical spot to store a sniper rifle, but it’d suffice. It kept him alive to this day, so it had to, I’d imagine.

With a few flicks of the wrist, a smack on the Enter button, and an ungodly burp did the tick confirm the message sent. Soon we set out for the door--two guns holstered at the inner flank of mine own trousers, deftly concealed beneath the coat--and one of his own guns following suit on his person, with his rifle strapped across his broad, towering back. Comes with the Roegadyn package.

Within his other palm, a platinum laptop was held hostage--a quirky alien caricature with its tongue out slapped like a sticker across its front.

As the door unlocks, locks and we make for the car, Dhem sets loose a pent-up yawn.

“By the by, how’s the lil’ snake doin’ in ‘er lil’ lair?” He butts in, earning him a upright-bending brow as I climb into the truck.

“By all ‘ccounts, she’s farin’ well. Rivs can ‘andle ‘erself jus’ fine--an’ we’ll pay ‘er a visit to make good on that ourselves. She’ll be... Thrilled t’ hear the next plan, aye.”

“Right, Dornn. Well, plan’s secured, fake-message’s sent an’--” he pauses, a thousand clouds figuratively beginning to pour down on his mood.

“...What now?” I ask, as the engine roars to life--my gaze fixated briefly upon him.

“...I forgot the food.”

The last thing those alleys saw and heard right then and there was the tension of my truck’s tires against the uneven puzzle of a pavement, complimented by their burnout’s smoke--all the while in the meantime, hundreds of laptops and personal device assistants played witness to yet a new scheme of our own make, unfolding at their isolated screens.

[Involves]: @ladyrivienne

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ANYWAY! I’mma gonna talk about my playthru of Digimon World Next Order, to distract me from the fact i’m rapidly approaching the ending and have to wait to sate my JRPG tastes on Persona 5 afterwards...

* it is really really REALLY REALLY really REALLy great to finally be able to play a game in the DW series as a female character. Holy SHIT, man this is overdue! And it isnt handled awfully like in Cyber Sleuth where everyone constantly calls you male and the character design is really oversexualized and doing weirdass poses for everything. There’s still a lil bit of ‘cliche girly option traits’ but seriously she’s like the least stereotyped design we’ve had in the games since Dusk and Dawn! She gets to wear SHORTS and A HOODIE! A hoodie that has an inexplicable hole in the back for some reason, but whatever! xD Also I actually like her version of the Protagonist Hair better, even tho I think its lame they colour coded them in the ol cliche genderedness. Boy character just has one streak of coloured hair at the front, but girl has a spiralling streak on the end of her ponytail that looks like a punk poison sort of fashion~! And it leaks pixels when she runs, and has a really nice glow effect that kinda makes it draw patterns as you swing her model around. Makes me wanna run in circlesssss~ Her dubbed voice is a bit boring cliche anime love interest tho, a bit squeaky after you’ve been hearing it for hours. But the dude is Like Every Shonen Hero Voice Ever, so i think its meant to be intentionally generic for both of them. I could swear he’s voiced by a bad Tai impersonator! XD Also I’m just kinda thankful cos every other girl in the plot gets a REALLY squeaky unbearable english voice, thank god protagonist is spared...

* its a lil bit of funnyness tho that for some reason the skill list is the only place where the translators forgot about the protagonist options. Like.. a LOT of Tamer Skills are weirdly gendered when it would have taken five seconds to change that. Why does it have to be stuff like ‘Cooking Boy’ and ‘Cooking Man’ instead of basic and advanced cooking? Especially cos the other one in between is called Gourmet Cooking...

* I love forever that so many of the virus type recruitable digimon are sweethearts of hugs and joy. Now THAT reminds me of the original Digimon World! Seriously I am SO GLAD that Literally The Same Myotismon has a sidequest about rescuing his precious myobrella so he won’t faint in the sun. or like.. if its not the same Myotismon then MAN he would totally be a great ship with the other equally helpless one in the first game XD He has a nice new function as a townsperson, instead of just being ‘a manager’ in the colloseum and never even being a fight. (That annoyed me as a kid! He just stands there!) Now he runs the card gallery, cos you collect ‘antique cards’ in this game and he restores them with his painting skillz. its a nice lil in-joke cos they’re all the original first trading card artworks from waaaaay back in the first season! And Piedmon is in this one too, yay! He’s actually like the only morally dubious virus type AT ALL, he talks like a cliche mwahaha mad scientist even as he does nothing particularly evil. His sidequest is a funny thing of playing hide and seek and he sucks at it. While yelling hammily about being an evil genius! And then he has quite a useful function in the town, he does a random effect on you once per day with his evil science, and it could be good or it could be bad, but if its bad he actually pays you compensation money for it! EVEN THE EVIL GUY IS TOO KIND And OH MAN I am so happy and sad for Skullgreymon! A good guy skullgreymon was always one of my ideas for a DW fangame, im so happy it happened for real! In this game Skullgreymon is a fashion designer with low self confidence, and you recruit them by finding weregarurumon who’s their biggest fan and becomes their first friend. Its so sweet! They never actually interact once you recruit them both tho, cos they work at different parts of the town. But im still gonna assume they keep in touch! Its also a shame skullgreymon doesnt actually run a fashion shop, cos there actually WAS a fashion shop in Digimon World Redigitize aka the one damn game we’ll never see dubbed T_T Instead skullgreymon gets this kinda depressing role of just standing around outside the entertainment area saying ‘i wish i could work with children but they’re always scared of me’, and then if you bring a newly hatched digimon to see them then they gain bonus stats from being terrified somehow?? NOOO WHERE IS THE OPTION TO TEACH MY CHILDREN THAT SKULLY IS A FRIEND

* Anyway, my main digimon are (still) Hershey and Zephyr, and I love them! I’m still working on hoping to eventually get the full terriermon and lopmon canon digivolution lines with them, wow its hard. But I adore them no matter what form they take at the moment! I ended up loving them so much that i never raised any other digimon ever. i just rename them the same name every time they reincarnate, and pick the same eggs! I’ve gotten close to unlocking every single variation of the bunno brothers evo lines!! But it IS getting really annoying that you have to type the name manually every time, why no option to just stick with the previous name? DW1 had that and it was on way worse hardware! Oh, and its funny that I started off calling them the bunny brothers cos thats what they were in adventure 02, but then after playing the game for ages I’ve settled on headcanoning hershey as female and zephyr as nonbinary. And also I started off with the cliche personalities of sassy rebel terriermon and stoic lopmon like in Tamers, but Hershey ended up being the rebel instead and Zephyr is like a shonen hero cinnamon roll! They’re both equally sassy and eccentric tho XD I’m not quite sure yet what would be their ‘canon’ final mega forms that I wanna keep them in for the final boss and stuff. But hershey’s made me regain my appreciation of Ladydevimon after I stopped liking her as soon as I grew old enough to understand that most of her fans only liked her for being ‘a stripper’ :P Like.. she’s a really damn good design even without the fanservice?? I like her way more than devimon, myotismon and etc, I wish she’d gotten to be a major villain! i mean it sucks that devimon got to be one when she’s literally his evolved form. (And yes I am happy that it continues to be canon that ladydevimon can digivolve from devimon and the same for angewomon and angemon. DIGIMON AINT RESTRAINED BY HUMAN GENDER ROLES YO) So yeah anyway, I kinda headcanon Hershey as a hypothetical less skimpy redesign of LadyDevimon? or like.. if she got her own unique Mega form that kept a similar design, rather than just being retconned into lilithmon and rosemon’s evo lines. I just don’t think the skimpyness fits with Hershey’s personality but the rest of the design just has such a cool piratey thiefy type look?? And she’s like THE BEST monster girl in the franchise, she’s the only one who really gets to be monstery looking, even if she’s still an hourglass figure sex object. i mean i always thought it was meant to be a subversion of that?? She has that giant monster claw hand and is really vicious and powerful in battle! All her animations in the game are her shredding things with it and doing the classic dracula rise-from-the-grave when she’s knocked out, and just... ITS REALLY BADASS!! I didnt know how cool a fight with her could be, cos she just got that stupid ass fanservice joke slap fight in the anime... ANYWAY Ladydevimon is good I appreciate her I like her even though she’s in the general genre of fanservice digimon that I dislike. She’s like the one single one I dont hate! (Tho I still wish we had more than like.. two un-fanservice female digimon in the entire damn series) Buuuut I dont think her design quite fits Hershey even though she’s the digivolution I keep using ingame. Maybe if I can find a different Mega that I prefer, and make up a fanmade digivolution line? or I could do a fanart variation of the digimon...

* ANYWAY I kinda ended up headcanoning Hershey as a former member of the broken apart pirate crew in Mod Cape. Cos like.. what if your digimon had backstories of what their life was like before they met you! like Gatomon in Adventure, they were chosen to be partners to a destined hero but had to wait so long they’d become disillusioned. Cos when you meet em at the start of the game they’re mega level and only get poofed back into eggs cos of machinedramon’s attack. WHAT LIFE DID YOU LEAD WITHOUT ME. I AM HERE TO PROTECT YOU NOW AAAAAAA!! So yeah it would be cool to headcanon Hershey as a former highway bandit type character who has trouble adjusting to living in a city surrounded by happy innocent people and hugs. I dont see her as grumpy tho.. like, she’s kind of a bombastic trickster archetype but she’s still super cynical and ‘I only care about myself, anything else gets you hurt’. I was thinking maybe if I designed a fanmade mega for her she could be like a magician pirate zombie demon??? Like.. yknow piedmon is a deck of cards clown guy with those four daggers? i actually got Piedmon as her digivolution when she was a Ladydevimon and I was thinking MAN it could be so cool if we had like a zany zombie digimon who attacks by stabbing a sword through her own back! Like ‘watch me saw a woman in half’ XD A design where she has a load of weapons stuck in her and uses them to fight with! like how mummymon is a mummy + soldier in a leg brace design, hypothetical zombiemon could be a zombie + actual tragic assassination victim. Plus a magician. Or a clown. And ladydevimon. And a pirate. LOOK I JUST HAVE A LOT OF MUTUALLY CONTRADICTORY HEADCANONS OKAY xD

* I don’t really have as much development ideas for Zephyr yet, aside from that they’re Hershey’s more cheerful and positive sibling. But I see them as also being kinda creepy and battle-hungry and stuff? Like.. both these twins are total virus types, clown type, typical final villain type of acrobatic doom! And both are good guys deep down. But Zephyr is a more cinnamon roll type of good and Hershey is grumpy unwillingly dragged into goodness. And like.. Zephyr is a bit dotty and only accidentally creepy, not really understanding how to socialize properly. And probably they would be like ‘NO BIG SISTER, STEALING IS BAD’ *currently stabbing a guy* I think maybe my headcanon for Zeph might be that they were for some reason left completely alone while waiting for the protagonist? Hershey at least found some companionship with the pirates, even if she became super bitter after the team broke up. I think Zeph maybe started off as a wild forest mon that’d even forgotten how to speak, until by pure chance they bumped into their long lost twin sister and then met the protagonist. So like an innocent angel who’s all new to the city and excited about everything, but also kinda fighty and dangerous because of the same stuff that makes them innocent. I dunno, I might make them an angewomon or ophanimon to match with Hershey? Tho I wanted to make them both good guy virus types, it could be an equally interesting contrast to have a vicious battle-obsessed angel who’s the absolute opposite of softspoken fancyness! And I also kinda associate them with the colour green even though I ended up picking a grey themed digivolution for Hershey instead. But all of Terriermon’s natural digivolutions are all machiney and don’t suit this personality as much... I dunno, maybe I could make up another headcanon/variant type thing? Cos after all lopmon’s line gets two champion level forms and two megas but terriermon only has two recolours for the same ultimate level. Maybe even it out, lol! Or like, I’m thinking like.. what if Terriermon had a mega that suited Henry more? i was reading someone’s review where they said it was weird that pacifistic Henry got a giant robot specializing in attack while Rika got the humanoid pacifist digimon. And yeah, that IS totally weird! And it got me imagining what if Terriermon got a humanoid digivolution that was like a martial artist?? or maybe like a speedy superhero lookin armour thing! Like just a more humanoid rapidmon! or I dunno maybe if puppetmon is in this game then zephyr could be puppetmon. I miss puppetmon. puppetmon never got to be in ANY games except dusk and dawn! I WANNA SEE A 3D PUPPETMON YO!!

* Man I just spent this entire post rambling my headcanons for silent protagonist characters instead of actually talking about the game... aaaa...