#chained to the rythm

[niconoize]

favorite rush mv(s)?

mines mystic rythms and subdivisions!!

make a chain!!

[kraniumet]

i actually think katy is a 1000% more likely to do this than charli

[milkykittenchoco]

psssst

have a Project Sekai oc maker cuz im such a nice girlie(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

[fwoosheye]

When u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers

More than 5 songs in no particular order:

Jamie Berry & Octavia Rose — Lost in the Rythm

Or3o — Still Dancing

Wildstylez — Encore

Davon Cole — W.I.T.C.H.

Oublaire — History Hates Lovers

Colm R. McGuinness — The Last Length

Jax — Victoria's Secret

Rose Betts — Driving Myself Home

[rosieposey-torturedpoet]

Okay, so this is really random: but I see a lot of like 'inexperienced' Whumpees who are the weakest/youngest out of the group

But like what if the youngest is the one everyone fears, I mean they're in the group for a reason

Picture this very specific scenario: The team is captured by Whumper and they are all taken to the same room, chained up to keep them from running or trying anything: and here comes Whumpee (a teenager that's like half the size of everyone in the room) with these insanely complicated locks, maybe they're wearing a straight jacket, with multiple guards while the rest of the team got one or two

Because if you think about it, younger people would have to work harder to prove their strength and 'worth' to the team. There has to be a reason for them to stay on the team

However my personal favorite of this trope is that the youngest is just so unpredictable; not only are they talented/wise beyond their years but you truly never know what they'll do next with all the talent they harbor

Maybe Whumper hates them because at least he can fall into this rythme with the rest of the team and learn their habits: but he physically can't do that for youngest because there is no routine or habit to fall back onto

Maybe they mastered a rare magic form at a young age, or were trained as a soldier

Then think of the CARETAKING OPPROTUNITIES?? A parental Caretaker that shows Whumpee what it's like to be a kid, who worry about they're little reckless living death wish 24/7, and give them a mom/dad that they deserve

I just love young, anti-hero, vigilante Whumpees who have seen so much and learned so many things at such a young age, to the point where they are constantly on the verge of villain because of their genuine desensitization to it all

Which causes everyone to be at least a little afraid of youngest, in some sense of the word

[mifgirlcomics]

Spamton Pipis theory part #3 ( the last I think )

Link of the first and second parts

Yessss I have more to say about him and his shitty eggs !!! Even me I thought I couldn't !

I have several affirmations going with this theory and I will explain them . Before starting I'm basing all what I'm about to say on bird reproduction system . So now we can start .

1st : Spamton has periods

I see your confused face from here but let me explain ! This one is just logic. You see when a hen lays an egg unfertilized it's not really an egg , it's just an eggcell . That's how hens get ride of eggcells . For an human it's the equivalent of periods . THEN if Spamton can do Pipis without mating he does have periods !

2nd : I was false on the precedent anatomy diagram !

There are the old and the new one

You can see the differences

It works differently than I thought . I will try to explain you simply . One the top of the right diagram there's the ovarie , it produces the eggcell aka the yolk of the egg , when it will be enough big it goes down in the oviduct where it will wait for fertilization .

In the case of a hen and of Spamton, if it doesn't get fertilized , the eggcell is expelled . For that it at least needs to form .

The egg will go down and turn on itself in the magnum , it will accumulate the egg white here and accessory form specials protein chains but I'm not gonna talk about that detail it is not interesting .

When the white is fully done the egg drop in the uterus, when it will get water that will make the white thicker . And also the shell is formed like that . Calcium particules accumulate on the white and harden with the time until it's ready to come out . It's the same system with fertilized and unfertilized eggs , at the only difference that the non fertilized ones will not give spamlings ( or if Spamton doesn't do parthenogenesis, see the first part of the theory for explenations ) .

3rd : Spamton need to eat a lot of animals

To form yolk and white birds use the proteins and fat they find in their food , like worms , insects or seeds . For Spamton, seeing his pace of Pipis possibly production ( 1 every 72 seconds without breaks ) he needs a LOT of proteins and meat . And you lost them easily when you're tiny like him ( in my hc ) and have this egg laying rythme .

Calculs break !

Let's say that a Pipis is the equivalent of an egg in every points .

And egg is 155 calories

Let's calculate in one hour what Spamton is able to do ( see first theory part ) , then 110

155×110 = 17 050 calories !

It's 57,8 hamburgers !

57,8 hamburgers !!!

In one hour !!!!

He really need to eat all the time .

And an eggshell contains 5 grams of calcium . Then let's multiply !

5× 110 = 550 g

It's ... IT'S ENORMOUS !!

It doesn't look that huge but Spamton in my hc is 53 cm for 6kg . So he would lose 1/10 of his weight each hour ??? It sucks man ... And I'm not talking about the skeleton ! It's 1/10 at all ! His poor skeleton ... I think it's mostly empty .

Then Spamton needs a lot of calcium . And where can we find Calcium and proteins at the same time ? In meat of course ! He has to eat all in the meat . The meat the bones and the fat ( ew ) .

[buggyjuggie]

the skater punk is so cool i just read it !!. can you do the mk1 earthrealmers with a reader who does rythm/jam skating on roller skates? and they're like punk/metalhead and suped extroverted?

──★ ˙ ̟ Mk1 Earthrealms x GN! Rhythm/jam skating reader

「 ✦ Liu Kang ✦ 」

* He’s absolutely mesmerised by your skills, watches you with a love stricken look.

* Is down to give it a shot and long as your the one teaching.

* I feel like he’d have those rgb skates with the flashy lights.

* It doesn’t matter if he likes your taste in music he will listen to it regardless, wants to show that you are important to him.

* If people start talking about you negatively he’ll just give them a beaming death stare ( like in the mk1 story mode when he looked at Raiden and Kung lao)

* He doesn’t judge people by they’re looks, personality ect. He judges them by they’re actions. So when you started dating people we’re surprised that Liu kang would date someone with a style so opposite to yours, but he’s the happiest he’s ever been because he sees you have a pure and good intentioned heart.

「 ✦ Shang Tsung ✦ 」

* *In mc80sentertainment Shang Tsungs voice* „Mmm Liu kang look at what my partner can do isn’t it fantastic ? Much more impressive than your little farmer.”

* Tries to act dismissive and like it isn’t fun for him but in reality he REALLY likes it .

* Its calming for him to just be in a ring with you and spin, move your legs and just unwind, being a evil sorcerer is tiring.

* I feel like he’d get really creative with how we wants his rollerblades to look would probably add all sorts of little spikes, chains, maybe even use some magic so that green mist would follow him.

* Speaking of magic he sometimes messes with you by casting a spell on you roller skates (its his love language)

「 ✦ Johnny Cage ✦ 」

* Johnny is 50/50 when it comes to skating in general but because he loves to perform he tries to learn and practice as much possible.

* His flexibility comes in handy for certain dance moves.

* Sometimes he rents out the whole place just so you could have the whole ring to yourself. He makes specific playlists consisting of songs both of you enjoy.

* Absolutely LOVES your style and brags to everyone how cool you look.

* Both of you were made for each other: extroverts who perform match made in heaven.

* As always yes he post’s pics of you on his socials and you do the same back.

* When he sees you permofrming he gets struck with ideas for movie/scenes.

「 ✦ Kung lao ✦ 」

* If he ever sees someone judging you he’ll side eye them HARD.

* By the time both of you are done skating the ring will be full of cherry blossom leaves (they just sorta apear when Kung lao’s around)

* Helps you paint and customise your rollerblades as well as going shopping with you if they need repairing.

* Bring snacks for him even if he’s not roller blading he’s gonna be hungry and cranky and he never remembers to bring himself food.

* Shares the same taste in music so anything you put on he’ll like.

* Like Johnny both of you get along great thanks to your extroverted personalities.

「 ✦ Raiden ✦ 」

* He’s a natural at it he finds it really relaxing and fun to participate in your hobby.

* He sometimes invites his sister to join, it tightens your bond because he trusts you with important people in his life.

* Raiden is more introverted so if there’s a lot of people in the ring he’ll just sit on the benches and admire you.

* If you make him a playlist of your favourite songs even if he doesn’t like all of them he’ll still give it a shot.

* You mess with Raiden while skating by going behind him and taking out his hair tie (i wanna see him with long hair SUE ME)

*Uses his lighting powers to make little particles that just zab the ground, or makes mini fireworks to elevate your performances.

「 ✦ Kenshi Takahashi ✦ 」

* I feel like Kenshi would not be into roller blading not because he can’t but it’s just not his thing he prefers to just watch you.

* He enjoys the music you listen to but the side effect of that is when he can’t fall asleep he’ll blast it really loudly trough his headphones.

* He’s very supportive of the things you can do ,brings you water and snacks.

* At first Kenshi’s ancestors weren’t on board with him dating you until they saw how happy he was.

* You sometimes steal his red coat because its suits your style and you even customised it.

* He ended up buying a new one, if he ever catches you napping he’ll put his coat over you to make sure you don’t get cold.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Im so sorry this took so long to post but it’s here. I might start posting a bit slower because im already behind schedule (i was in another city for a concert) and winter break is ending so I’ll be busy but I’ll still try my best to put something out at least one or two request a week.

Thank you for reading :3

[nilefreemans]

HI KAYLA! continuing a positivity chain started by @thatmexisaurusrex! what are five cute headcanons you have about BuckTommy or Tommy (or buddietommy or teddie hehe)?

1. you know Eddie and Tommy get into addrenaline fueled related shenanigans? like these two do those ridiculous sports like the ones that involve those human bubbles on water and they're exhuasted and a little bruised up and they certainly feel it in the morning but their smiles light up a room

2. Tommy does NOT care for horror movies, but when Chris goes through that phase? every movie night he is there, he is gripping at a pillow and trying very hard to focus on the corner of the screen but he still likes to spend time with Chris and he can't help but smile even if Chris laughs every time he jumps

3. on date nights Tommy can be pursuaded to wear earings again

4. Tommy is a city boy he has no idea how to ride a horse but both Buck and Eddie do and they're very patient teachers

5. Tommy, sweet man, can land a helicopter in a huricane on a capsized ship, has no rythm, he still enthusiastically learns to line dance when Eddie tries to teach him

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

More Pebble and Alpha being possessive dumbasses because I love them.

It's a stupid, petty game they're playing, Pebble is aware, and yet he can't resist engaging in it. Sitting in Ifrit's lap, leaning against his chest with his third glass of the night nonchalently dangling from his fingers, the earth ghoul chances a glance at Alpha, who's standing right up in Ivy's space, speaking low in his ear with a little smirk.

For a second, his yellow eyes find Pebble's, before going back to a half-flustered, half-exasperated Ivy.

Ifrit chuckles, drumming his fingers on Pebble's thigh.

"You two are ridiculous, you know that ?"

Pebble rolls his eyes, jabbing his elbow at Ifrit's ribs.

"No idea what your talking about."

To his credit, the fire ghoul takes it like a champ, barely wincing. Before Pebble can protest, Ifrit snatches his glass and downs the rest of it, then nudges the earth ghoul's hip.

"C'mon, if i'm to be used as a mean to make your hate-boyfriend jealous, we might as well dance, that's what parties are for, and Alpha's going to hate it."

Really, saying no to that isn't even an option, with Ifrit's puppy dog eyes and the prospect of riling Alpha up even more.

"My what now ?" Pebble bristles as he let himself be led to what the ghouls decided would be the dancefloor tonight, a rather large part of the common room freed of its usual countless seats and carpets.

Instead of answering, Ifrit shrugs and laughs noncommittally, hands settling on Pebble's waist.

The earth ghoul isn't much of a dancer, but with Ifrit leading, he can appreciate the pull and push of bodies following the music's rythm, the happy giggles and hushed comments weaving a second, intricate melody in the late night air.

Pebble catches glimpses of other couples moving around him and Ifrit ; Cumulus swaying with Cirrus, Chain, probably too drunk for this, hanging from Lake's neck, Mountain twirling Sunshine, Omega dipping Air with a deep laugh. Without Pebble realizing it, it brings a smile to his lips.

One that fades when Ifrit shifts them and like a compass always find north, Pebble's eyes focus on Alpha, holding Ivy close, hands far too low on his back to be polite. The fire ghoul's gaze flick up. His mouth is against Ivy's ear, trailing down his neck, his hands are just shy of gropping Ivy's ass, his thigh slotted between Ivy's legs, and yet Alpha's eyes stay steady on nothing but Pebble.

The earth ghoul has to supress a shudder. Alpha is too good at this, and Pebble is not sure what he could do to return the favor.

As if reading his mind, Ifrit bends down to whisper :

"Want me to bite you ? It'll drive him up the walls."

Pebble raises an eyebrow.

"Why are you so willing to piss Alpha off ?"

Ifrit gives him a sparkling grin.

"You forget he used to be my mentor. Nothing better than getting on his nerves now that he doesn't hold any authority over me anymore."

With a scoff, Pebble throws him an unimpressed stare.

"Right. You're acting like you couldn't just wip out your best kicked puppy face to have him folding, you hypocrite."

Unapologetic, Ifrit shurgs. Pebble thinks his offer over for about ten seconds, before catching a glimpse of Alpha slipping his hands under Ivy's shirt while still fucking staring at Pebble, and his mind is made up.

"Go on," the earth ghoul hisses, tilting his head to the side, "make sure he sees it."

And oh does Ifrit understand the assignement. Fisting a hand in Pebble's hair, baring his neck to the air, angling them so that Alpha can have a perfect view of Ifrit's fangs sinking into his skin, just hard enough to leave a mark and make pinpricks of blood well up.

Pebble makes a show of rolling his head back with a sigh, peering at Alpha through half-lidded eyes. In the dim light, the fire ghoul's face contorts in a possessive scowl.

Before he can brace himself, Pebble is grabbed by the collar of his shirt, Ifrit shoved out of the way. Alpha is not looking at him in the eyes anymore, locked in on the mark Ifrit left, a growl rumbling in his throat. The younger fire ghoul opens his mouth, but his ex mentor snaps his jaws at him in a clear warning.

"Stay out of this if you know what's good for you," Alpha seethes, before tugging Pebble out of the room. The earth ghoul gets a glimpse of Ivy, shaking his head in their direction with a laugh, before he's whisked away by a very horny, very frustrated fire ghoul.

Alpha's grip is unyielding, his voice charged like a cloud before a storm when he slips a hand under Pebble's jaw, tilting his head to inspect his neck.

"I'll fucking carve his mark out."

The blood rushes to Pebble's dick so fast his knees nearly give out.

(When Pebble cums, it's with Alpha's fangs plunged deep, deep in his flesh, entirely remaking the bite mark into his.)

[aotopmha]

More Cosmic Exploration/gathering thoughts:

- Reached level 70(+) for Botanist, the timed node quests sucked, but I'm done with them forever (unless I want to level BTN on alt, which might be a possibility far, far in the future at most, crafting/gathering will probably stay on my main).

- Finally used Cordials. What I didn't realise is that they also have a cooldown (logically, like all potions do), so while I already wanted it before, now I definitely 100% want faster GP recovery in Cosmic Exploration. It's just unfun to wait on what is now straight up two cooldowns.

- Another awkward element I noticed was the Mission timer running out while using a node and not even giving you a window to finish it. It lead to some frustrating close losses.

- I actually think the animation lock for gathering (and also Collectibles) might also be an issue. I feel like making the animation alone faster would avoid the frustration of the close calls much better because it would put failure and success further in your hands. This issue can also compound with ping issues and as a result close calls can feel absolutely dreadful because of that lack of control on your part.

- I've had an unreasonable amount of luck with getting in the mech earlier in the day. Very obviously when there are fewer people around, you indeed seem to have a much bigger chance to be chosen.

- The C level Stellar Mission to build gathering chains became kind of a cheese moment for me because it was so easy to get gold on and it was so commonly on the list of missions.

And if not gold, I got at least a silver almost every time I did it (I think I only failed it once) and most of the time I didn't even need any GP to complete it. Got a level in like 10 minutes just spamming it.

So, I kind of got in a rythm of doing some easy golds/silvers between the big gold attempts for missions that were harder and I didn't have a gold medal on yet. I don't know how efficent leveling it was, but it felt rewarding.

- You absolutely don't "need" the golds, but they are also really rewarding to achieve when you do get them.

- In terms of rewards, so far I've gotten the Micro Rover, some dyes and the Parasol.

I got the cheap dyes though, so I suspect I've been missing the new ones.

I generally only use the Big Bang tickets because the difference of odds really does feel pretty big.

I think the junk options like prisms really need to go though and as before, I definitely continue to agree with having more pity options.

(Apparently we do have a deterministic version of the mount, which is locked behind a massive grind at that. I'm all for a few options like this. Gives reason to stay around longer for those who want something to chip away at for bit by bit.)

Or if they really want to keep the wheel, even just halving the ticket price or giving other ways to get the better tickets seems somewhat of a solution.

- Collectibles are an interesting system that took me a bit of time to understand, but I like it for variety between all of the regular gathering.

- Looking at CE in the bigger picture, I really feel like this could be the foundation for future zones in general because one criticism of the game's zones for me has been that there's been barely anything to do in them once they're done in terms of story. I feel like adding similarly urgent goals, bigger variety and more substance to FATEs would automatically give the zones more longevity.

We already have the gemstones for a reward structure, too. Shared FATEs are a start, but they wear on you really bad because they're so basic and similar to each other.

- One big element I didn't mention in my first post was that you can queue and use PF in Cosmic Exploration, so you can effectively work on something while waiting, which also ties to my point of this being essentially a possible prototype for new zones.

Making the overworld elements more substantial would effectively make entire zones something to still actively engage with long after MSQ is done and just give you something to do even while just waiting for a queue to pop or your party to fill. It'd fill the "dead air", if you had the wish to fill it, of course.

- Finally, reiterating that the big FATEs that transform the base should probably have a smaller solo version that triggers when someone who missed a previous step enters the content and plays out in intervals when they missed multiple because not everyone can be there for it.

The "story" has been really minor and I'd say the big FATE is probably my least favourite bit of content in terms of gameplay, but on the other hand, it is also a cool moment to evolve the base you've been working on by putting in that final bit of effort to get it done.

In a general sense, I really have been enjoying Cosmic Exploration and gathering. CE came out at the right time because I've been in the mood for grindy content (and I've also been looking for something to do while waiting for the party to fill in PF or for my queue to pop).

With Occult Crescent also coming out next month, I think I'll have enough of it for quite a bit of time.

[obsessedwithlarkin]

CLUB DANCE @ JUMP PHOENIX:

CLUB DANCE X2 ( Strut & Pre-Co):

•Elodie Olson- Spanish Rose

• Kambria Merrill- Halleluiah

• Elodie Gardiner - Broadway Baby

• Charlotte Seals - Yellow

• Kendall Lovrant- My Boyfriend's Back

• Scarlett Bernard - Skinny Love

• Audrie Sing - Come Into My Arms

• Robert Lancester - If I Ain't Got You

• Brylin Drummond - Bluebirds

• Lucy Curtis - These Boots Are Made For Walking

• Finley Adcox- Landslide

• Aria Chaidez- That's My Boy

• Everly Goldsmith- Roxie

• Hannah Slater- Snowing

• Moon River - Mini Lyrical Line

• I Have A Dream - Mini Contemporary Group

• Don't Worry About Me - Mini Lyrical Group

• Good To Go - Mini Jazz Extended Line

• Ladies Room - Mini Jazz Extended Line

• Avery Palacios- Off With Their Heads

• Angels Standing By - Mini Lyrical Extended Line

• Can't Turn Me Loose - Mini Jazz Extended Line

• 9 to 5 - Mini MT Extended Line

• Ballroom Blitz - Mini Specialty Extended Line

• Dreams - Mini Lyrical Extended Line

• Rythm Nation - Teen Ballroom Extended Line

• What I Like About You - Teen Jazz Extended Line

• Distortion - Teen Jazz Extended Line

• Goodbye Forever - Teen Lyrical Extended Line

• Shine - Teen MT Line

• Empty Note - Teen Contemporary Line

• House Party - Teen Hip-Hop Production

• Rinse And Repeat - Teen Jazz Group

• Anything I Do - Teen Jazz Extended Line

• Wild - JUMPStart Specialty Extended Line

• Jet Set - JUMPStart MT Extended Line

• One Jump - JUMPStart MT Extended Line

• Walk The Dinosaur - Open Jazz Production

• Pink Cadillac- JUMPStart Jazz Extended Line

• Mambo N 5 - JUMPStart Jazz Extended Line

• Remember Me- JUMPStart Lyrical Line

• Baby I'm A Star - JUMPStart Jazz Extended Line

CLUB DANCE COMPANY:

• River Sergerman- Body Language

• Claire Pistor- Bad Dreams

• Sophia Schiano - Dynamite

• Emma Scott- Forsaken

• Kortlynn Rosenbaugh- Retrace

• Hannah Bozer- End Scene

• Alexis Alvarez- Light Bodied

• Zoe Laird - Yea

• Lily Knopps- I Dreamed A Dream

• Delaney Poulson - Once Upon Another Time

• Jolene Serna- Lipstick

• Presley Ortiz- Glamourous

• Kaia Erby- Something's Got A Hold On Me

• Bella Linman- Black Swan

• Kennedy Marble- Bitter Earth

• Harlow Hilmo- Let You Go

• Harper Schwalb - The Night

• Makayla Jackman- La Flor

• Hadlie Scott- Shallow Water

• Brooklyn Besch- A Dream Discarded

• Kendyl Miller- Compassion

• Kynzlie Plote- Reminisence

• Elsie Sandall- Love Forgotten

• Mali Photnetrakhom- Powershift

• Lucia Piedrahita- I Wish To Tell You

• Tatum Self- The Poet

• Mikayla Isler- How Come You Don't Call Me

• Isla Gardner- Waiting Game

• Sam Martineu - Ten Hearts

• Amaya Weeks- All I Am

• Julia Chavez - Where Memories Lie

• Chloe Slone - Pushing Past

• Cara Hart- Take My Love

• Kinley Palmer- Let Yourself Go

• Mariah Bland- Danny's Allstar Joint

• Cambrie O'Haver- Winter

• Finley Nielsen- Remember Me

• Jaxon Adamson- Workin' Day And Night

• Sleeping Beauty Waltz - Mini Ballet Line

• Nixie Vance- I Am A Woman

• Jailhouse Rock- Mini MT Extended Line

• Faye Cunnigham- Sweet Old Fashioned Girl

• These Boots - Mini Jazz Line

• Clear Blue Morning - Mini Lyrical Extended Line

• Emma Kleve - Walkin' After Midnight

• Ya Ya- Mini Jazz Group

• River Robbins- Wild And Reckless

• I Saw Him Standing There - Mini Jazz Extended Line

• Kinley Martz- Respect

• Navy Forrest- I Love You

• Bluebirds - Mini Contemporary Line

• Aspen Brandt- Black Velvet

• Send In The Clowns - Mini Lyrical Line

• Kensington Ferrin- Evil Gal Blues

• Stand By Me - Lyrical Line

• Be Italian - Mini MT Extended Line

• Save Me Not - Mini Contemporary Group

• Werk It - Mini Jazz Group

• Emersyn Varker- These Boots

• Eastyn Vose- Eternity

• Bryn Spears - Youth

• Fragments - Teen Ballet Line

• Somebody That I Used To Know - Teen Tap Extended Line

• Petrichor - Teen Contemporary Extended Line

• Maneater - Senior Jazz Extended Line

• Breathe - Teen Specialty Line

• Fragile Humanity - Senior Contemporary Group

• The Chain - Teen Jazz Group

• Pump Up The Jam - Teen Jazz Extended Line

• Who Lights The Sun - Teen Contemporary Line

• Torn - Teen Lyrical Line

• Life In Plastic - Teen MT Production

• Grand March - Junior Ballet Line

• Dolls - JUMPStart Ballet Extended Line

• Microphone - JUMPStart Jazz Extended Line

• Pon De Replay - Junior Specialty Line

• Footloose - JUMPStart Tap Extended Line

• Another Day Of Sun - Junior Tap Extended Line

• I Will Always Love You- JUMPStart Lyrical Line

• Chasing Cars - Junior Lyrical Line

• You Raise Me Up - JUMPStart Lyrical Extended Line

• The Masks We Wear - Junior Contemporary Line

• On The Beach - JUMPStart MT Extended Line

• Before We Were Yours - Junior Contemporary Extended Line

• Songbird - JUMPStart Contemporary Group

• Memories Fade - Junior Lyrical Extended Line

• Hot, Hot, Hot - JUMPStart Ballroom Production

• Sway - Junior Jazz Group

• Love, Love, Love - JUMPStart MT Group

• Human Rights - Junior Contemporary Group

• Motown - Junior Ballroom Production

• Hit Me With Your Best Shot - JUMPStart Jazz Line

• Black Cat - Junior Jazz Extended Line

• Pitbulls - JUMPStart Hip-Hop Production

• My Dogg - Junior Hip-Hop Production

[thephonemenarentreal]

Found this gem that I finished but never edited and posted while shifting through fic files 83;; This is the story about how Civic busted up his leg completely.

Takes place during the attack the camera faction base!

Title: It Will be All Right

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Claustrophobia, life and death situation, panic, injury, and disaster situation and a thick Pittsburgh Accent

Summary: Being a chief engineer meant being the pillar of the team, remaining calm in the worse of situations, and making sure that all lives were accounted for, no matter what happened.

Civic just wished it didn’t have to be rather literal in this case.

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Repairs on building during war was filled with its own dangers. At any given time there could be attacks or sabotage to the foundations of the base, a system backed up until it reached critical levels, or the front line being close enough that the civil engineer teams were working while shots and bullets were whizzing around them to prop up towers to keep the larger guns stable enough to get their shots off.

They were the ones building defenses, digging the trenches, repairing the base, and expanding it outwards to make sure the fortress was locked down more securely. While others ran out to engage the skibidi one on one, it was the civil engineers, working steadily, heads down, concentrated on their work, ensuring that they would have a base to come back to defend.

It was a dangerous job.

There was never telling what could happen at any given moment.

No one knew that more than Civic. He had seen enough of the war to know just how quickly the tides could change.

The heavy thunder of the base canons were a rythme that the civil engineering team was working to on the far side of the base. A skibidi zapper team had manage to suicide run right into the base of the cameraman base which was causing the left wing to start to crack under the pressure. The damn toilets came in and slammed their bombs along the walls, blasting through the walls and into major support pillars and key walls. It also meant the electrical system was starting to give. The water systems were flashing critical and there were fires now threatening to spread towards the interior of the base. To say the least, the Civil Engineer team was working to try and get a miracle going and save the core structures of the base and the titan hangar at all costs.

Civic kept his focus on the task at hand as he rushed through fire and rubble, a beam on one shoulder, head down as debris toppled from above. There was fear. Hell, if he wasn’t mechanical, he wouldn’t even be able to survive how bad things were at this point, but a chief engineer couldn’t show that fear. In the firestorm and skitter of toilets and combat units, Civic moved with his team, keeping together, heads down, blast shields up on the sides to keep themselves safe as they moved from sector to sector, working to secure the structure as the battle raged on outside.

Civil Engineer team Alpha moved like a huddled turtle, working to get the fires under control while pushing up new temporary beams to keep the ceiling up. Welding the temporary supports into place. Along the outskirts of the building, the team was working to help evacuate combat units out as there were calls that the Titan was nearly ready to be deployed, that the titan engineer just needed a little more time and a little more power.

And that was a high call given the power grid was a damn zombie unless Civic and his team could reroute everything left to the hangar.

Not could, Civic reminded himself. Had to.

“Git that brace up now agin that wall! Jennings, git that damn fahr put aht and start welding up da intake pipes. We don’t need a chain reaction blast to take aht da hangar bay ,” Civic’s voice was loud over the din as rushed forward, a large steel beam on one shoulder, “Let da combat units hanle da perimeter wit teams beta and epsilon! We focus on keeping da base from dropping aht da dupa and making sure we git da pahr rerouted to da hangar immediately!”

“Yes sir!”

He could see Jennings blasting at a fire with the extinguisher and stamping down on other ones, cursing up a storm while behind him, three more of the crew were moving to shove a beam up into the ceiling. Civic moved up to push the beam he had up, camera quickly looking over the damage before he was stepping back, letting out a sharp blast of an alarm klaxon.

“Git more braces agin da load-bearing wall! We can’t let it buckle!”

There was a rush of movement as more crews rushed in, using what they could get their hands on to push up against the wall, working to keep the central wall from buckling. If it went, the building above, the whole quarters of the cameraman base was going to be collapsed into rubble. If they could save the building fine, but what was important was the intake pipes and the power grid.

“How is the grid looking!” Civic called out, moving to pick up his own device.

“We’ve got about two quarters rerouted to generators. Got two more sections to go!”

Civic looked at the cracked screen of his reader, smacking it to get a clearer picture. Two quarters wasn’t good enough. The Titan Hangar and defenses together were sucking up a lot of power and with time of the essence and the need to get the titan cleared for combat, they had to pick up the pace.

“Flan! Jasper! Git on da fourth pahr nod wit Yuri! Brute ferce da system manually and git da pahr gowen to da hangar, now!”

“Sir!”

There was flashes of sparks as Jennings was now welding shut the intake pipes to keep the heat and fire from getting into the internal systems of the base and cause a chain combustion that could severely damage the hangar. Last thing they all needed was to have the titan blow an arm off before it was released for combat. Booms rumbled above their heads from the big guns firing, although Civic was noting less shots going off and the rumble of another structure collapsing.

“Forward battery tower has fallen! We only got three more!”

“Not our problem right now. We’ll fix it after we win this damn siege,” Civic hollered back, “Git da grid rerouted! Weld up da intake pipes and wrap dem up! If da building goes, we need to keep dem from being crushed !”

The situation outside was getting worse, but that didn’t matter. Their job was to keep the hangar powered on and running smooth while the titan engineers worked to get the titan out as soon as possible. If the titan got out, that would change the tides and give them all room to breath again.

Everything could be fixed, but losing the base, all the lives already lost fighting to keep the base from falling, that would be a blow to morale.

“Intake pipes fixed and wrapped!” Jennings yelled, sliding down the ladder, “Working on water pipes now!”

“Rerouting power to the hangar,” Another member of the crew called out from where they were moving over the rubble, a wheel of cable in hand as they ran new electrical systems to reroute the power back to the main base directly, “Cable nearly laid for point C and D!”

“Hogan, help Cali git da cable dahn and secured. Brian, gitda welding dese beams together to protect plating da load-bearing wall. Jennings and allsison, start pooshing da rubble up arahnd da beams and git access dahna water pipes. We need to make sure dere is no leaks along -“

A loud cracking groan filled the air and Civic looked up. An explosion echoed across the base with a fireball making its way through the upper levels, smashing through the upper floors. The building was buckling as more weight and collapsing floors piled down from above.

Civic wasted little time in throwing himself forward, pressing himself up against the load-bearing wall he was nearest to, “everyone! git dahn in cover! Shields up now!”

His crew reacted quickly, ducking down against piles of rubble or other more stable structures as they raised the metal blast shields up. Jennings was pulling Hogan and Cali down with him, an arm around both as they tucked themselves into a corner. Allison was rushing over to dive under a few raised shields, hands over her head as the rubble started to pour down.

The sound of a building coming down was deafening and Civic was sure few people would ever experience such a catastrophe. He hoped as hell as few people in life got to hear it from within the cracking structures. It roared louder than any speaker, mixed with the shrieks of steel and snapping crackle of cables. It came with a cracking and snarling rush, dust bursting up in huge billowing hisses as it rushed through any little spot, sending everything in its path flying. There was heat that came with the shock wave and debris that swallowed up everything. The roar and dust washed over Civic as the lights went out, plunging all of them into that darkness that was just sound, like an avalanche crashing around them all and all they could do was ride it out and pray to whatever damn deities still were left on earth that they would be spared. The wall at his back trembled and Civic threw all his weight back, hunching his shoulders as he widened his stance.

The wall held, the braces doing their part as the debris rained down. It felt like hours but it was it was all over in a few minutes. There was a deafening silence as the collapse finished. Only the trickle of smaller rubble settling and hiss of a broken water main somewhere. Civic shifted as he clicked on his flashlight and cast it around. The dust was still thick in the air and the beam of the flashlight barely cut through it.

For a moment he saw nothing, but there was relief as other muted lights began to cut through the dust, looking around now, like frantic little lightning bugs lost in a void. Voices were raised, calling out and already Civic could hear the panic rising. He squared his shoulders and made to move, but the wall groaned and thus he pushed back up again and locked his form into place.

“Oi! Everyone not dead, sound off!”

“Jennings here! I have Hogan and Cali, but Hogan’s arm is hurt,”

“Allison calling in with Brian and Nari,”

“Gavin and Trent reporting in. Valley is here, but she’s hurt bad,”

“Yuri reporting. Lost track of Flan and Jasper though when the collapse happened. Don’t know where they are,”

Civic nodded from where he stood, calm as he kept himself pressed to the wall, “wheres abahts djew see dem last?”

“Over by strut seven,” Yuri said, fear in his voice. They were running to get under the shield but-“ his voice cracked, “I don’t think-“

“Keep it together kid,” Civic said, voice even as he kept in place, “Right now I can’t move. Got my back bracing a wall, so need alls of yinz to listen up,”

He shifted his stance, hands flat against the wall behind him, “Dere is a water leak, so first tings first, looky to git any live wahrs grounded. Pin it up if yinz can and continue to reroute da pahr as best we can. If yinz find wheres abahts da leak is, weld it shut. Yuri and Trent, looky fer signs of Flan and Jasper towards strut seven and give a report on over alls structure stability dahn here,”

“Sir!”

“Da rest of you, secure wah tolls yinz can and continue bracing da wall and struts annan stockpile wah’s left fer tubeing,”

“Tunneling sir?” Jennings stuttered out.

Civic rolled his shoulders, “Rescue isn’t gowen to dig dahn this far, at least not fer a few weeks, and we don’t got a few weeks. We got to save ourselves and anyone we can find on our way aht and git da job done as always,” The chief Civil Engineer’s head turned to regard his team, raising his voice, “So, how many are yinz are ready to work ?”

“Sir!”

“I go, are yinz ready to work, civil engineer corps ?”

“Sir yes sir!”

His team was then moving, his orders guiding them to focus on what they were doing. There was a sense of trust after all between chief engineer and team. The dust made it hard to keep track of everyone, but Civic trusted them to do their jobs, just like they trusted him to know what to do.

“We found Jasper! He’s unconscious!”

“Git him over to Hogan and Valley and keep dem stabilized. If he wakes up, follow da usual protocol before yinz put him back in da filled ,”

“Sir!”

Light emerged in the dust as someone got one of the knocked over light towers to try get better visual. The dust still remained thick but Civic could at least see the forms of his team moving back and forward now. Out of the dust, Jennings emerged, covered in grime, his usually white colored camera head now a molted beige and a large beam over his shoulder. He paused, looking at Civic before he moved in quickly to get the brace up, Cali following after him. Both moved to press the beams up before Cali went to Civic and putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Sir, you all right?”

“Doing just fine,” Civic said with a chuckle, “Pretending a load bearing wall is alls. Kind of peaceful rilly, “

“Sir-“

“Don’t mind me, Cali. yinz and Jennings git back to yinzes work. Once we git that tube gowen and dig our way aht of her like a pack of moles, then yinz can drug me aht ,” He said, tone level, a tinge of humor to it, “Sound good?”

“Sir!”

The two were off like a flash back into the dust and he could hear the teams shouting to each other, back on task despite the danger they were in. All it would take is for the wall behind Civic to give or one of the struts and they would all be crushed. Time was of the essence now and if search parties started shifting debris above, it could cause them to end up in a worse situation although Civic wasn’t even sure if a team would happen as they had no idea what was going on outside now.

“Power reroute nearly complete! Getting to the last nod. One of the main cables is in tact enough we can keep going,” Hogan said from where he sat, trembling as he worked on his bad with his good arm, the other one a mangle mess at his side.

“Then we did wah we could fer da boys in da white wraps,” Civic said, “Up to dem to git da titan gowen,”

“What now sir?”

“Try to git as far to da edge of da collapse as possible and dig horizontal and up. Looky fer da place wheres abahts da rubble is less heavy and make sure to brace everything properly! Wir working safely !” Civic barked.

“Yes sir!”

“Found Flan! She’s got both legs busted out!”

“Git her to da other wounded and stabilized. If yinz got her legs, jest lay dem nice on top of her ,” Civic shifted to get comfortable, “Then focus onnat tube!”

He could hear the shifting of debris and then the tell-tale thunk of a hammer hitting against the wall. They didn’t have the tools to dig this out in a pretty fashion. The best way was to shove something in as a stake and start to chisel their way forward in hopes they could break the surface or into a pocket where they could evacuate. There was no telling how long everything would hold though. They were working against the clock with death one shift away. All of them knew that. Fear was thick in the air, but the team focused on the work, putting their trust in their chief engineer.

From where he was, all Civic could do was examine the wall he was bracing. It was holding, for now, although he could see cracks where it was threatening to buckle forward. His shoulders ached from taking such weight on them from fallen debris, but he knew well the moment he moved, the wall would start to give in.

Civic shifted, moving to wedge his left leg more securely into place and just waited. All he could do now was do his part while his team did theirs.

The process was slow going, but the lights in the dust were moving further away as they dragged the lamp along after them into the tunnel. The sound of feet could be heard as some ran back and forth to ferry out debris and others rushed in to continue to properly brace the tunnel as they went. The dark was closing in again save for the thin beam of his flashlight, but he didn’t think about that. Now was not the time to let a claustrophobia get to him. His team was depending on him to be the cool head holding the reigns, or rather, the wall that was keeping this pocket of safety up. Once they got out, he could admit how terrified he was that they were about to be pancaked.

For now, he kept his orders coming to his team as if he had no doubt they would get out and their survival was a guaranteed thing. That was the duty of a chief engineer in times of crisis.

It was grueling hours of work and Civic was proud of his team for keeping to task and not giving up. His entire frame was aching by now and he could feel the warping of struts in his legs and the popping of the joins. His shoulders were being pressed down hard enough that it felt like his head was going to be stretched right off. He really felt like the wall was just trying to make him a part of it and he could feel his energy waning even as he fought to keep awake. His systems were hollering that everything was not going well. The civil engineer cameras were made to be able to take heavier loads, his own frame one of a kind and could take more force than most, but he was pushing the very edges of what was possible.

Time was ticking and Civic stubbornly ignored every error alert as he kept there, just wedging his leg in further as if to spite it and the pain he was in.

Never let the crew know for a moment that he didn’t think he was going to be able to do this much longer. Let them think he could hold the goddamn base on his shoulders like a camera Atlas.

It was sudden loud, jubilant yelling off in the distance that had Civic perking back up, lurching to try and straighten up.

“We’re through! Sunlight!”

Civic let out a breath of relief, but was quick to start back to his orders, not about to celebrate too early.

“Git that entrance widened, git in contact wit search and rescues!” Civic yelled, “Git da wounded aht first, and once everyone is aht, I’ll make a move,”

Jennings voice echoed down, getting closer as he came running down the tunnel, “But sir, you are also-“

“I’m a damn load-bearing wall and if I move first, chances are this wall is gowen to come dahn,” Civic grunted, “Alls of yinz need to git aht first n'at’s an order ,”

“Chief engineer-“

“A chief engineer ain’t worth shit witout his team,” Civic barked, “verything that went on here, it was alls on yinz while I rested on my laurels. So don’t give me that crap that I’m somehow more important than any damn one of you. Follow my orders and keep moving,”

Jennings halted, hesitating a moment, before he was moving over to where the wounded members of the crew were, working with Trent to get Flan out on the stretchers while Allison moved to support Hogan against her shoulder to help him hobble out. Civic just watched each one of them go, making a mental checkoff of each name on the crew he had been working on.

“Crew is all clear!” he heard Yuri yell from down the tunnel, “Free to move!”

“On my way!”

Civic grunted as he lurched forward, nearly collapsing as pain shot through his leg. He cursed, clutching at it before he was forcing himself forward. He staggered along, hobbling in a half hop as he all but dragged his left leg around. The metal was all warped, crushed and pointed out of his pants. All his joints ached as he had taken on a weight his form hadn’t been made to handle. True the civil engineer corps cameras were made to be sturdy but holding up a pile of rubble and fighting gravity all the while wasn’t in the parameters.

He was halfway down the tunnel when he heard the groan of the wall finally giving out and the crash as more of the structure started to fall. He cursed, moving as fast as he could, heading towards that pinprick of light at the end.

“Sir!”

He saw a figure jump down, followed by another one, both racing down the tunnel.

“I told you idiots-“

“With all due respect sir, we wouldn’t be anything without you either!” Allison snapped, moving to slip one of his arms about her shoulder.

“We are a team from start to finish,” Yuri huffed, “We aren’t leaving anyone behind. We all get out of this!”

Civic let out a snort, but couldn’t help the swell of pride, “Fine. I won’t write yinz up fer this, not this time at least ,”

The two managed to pull him along faster and as they got closer, more of his crew was there, grasping onto them and pulling them out. The tunnel strained and buckled but held in parts, collapsing in other parts. Dust shot out up and out as Civic, Allison, and Yuri staggered out.

The sunlight had never seen so beautiful. All around were rescue units digging down, pulling out units that had gotten caught in the collapse. Civic’s head was on the swivel, looking around for the familiar bright orange and yellow of the civil engineer unit, counting heads to determine how many had gotten caught in the collapse outside the squad he had been with.

“We need to get you to medical sir,” Yuri grunted, “Your bleeding everywhere,”

“I’ll go, only if someone gits me a headcount on everyone immediately. I need to see who I got able to help git this mess cleared and start rebuilding,” Civic said, “And a list of allsa damage to da rest of da base,”

“I’ll do it,” Allison said, “And I’ll drag Jennings and Yuri into helping me,”

“Count on us sir,” Yuri said, offering a thumbs up, “We got this,”

Civic chuckled, “Of course yinz do. I made sure to train yinz able to hanle yinzesselves,”

Medical was a mess but Civic was just glad to have a spot to finally lay down, staring up at the ceiling as the medical personnel moved to fix him up. He could see the bulky jackets of EMCs coming in, carrying stretchers with combat units and working overtime to get the worse cases stabilized.

The chief engineer of the Civil Engineering division was just glad that he could lean back and get some shut lens for a moment.

His division didn’t lose anyone which was a damn miracle. They were already one of the smaller departments in the Cameraman faction with the biggest piece of the damn pie to handle. His senior engineers had done well in leading those survivors they found and keeping people safe and he couldn’t be prouder. The titan hangar had gotten out of the fray without a scratch and the titan himself had managed to get into the fray to beat back the invaders due to their efforts to keep the lights on and juice the whole engineer department with everything while keeping the water going. The victory though gave them room to breath at least and get everything cleaned up once more and look about bulking up the base defenses more.

Civic leaned against his table as he looked over the blueprints, favoring his right leg. The left was strapped with a brace and throbbed dully with pain. Removing the leg wasn’t an option as it was all twisted up and any cut would do too much damage, making it impossible to snap on a new leg. All the joints in the leg were pushed off kilter and without the brace he now wore, he wouldn’t be able to really stand.

It would take time to heal, although it wouldn’t ever be the same.

Still, a bum leg was better than losing a single one of his engineers.

“That was fine leadership out there. More than a little miraculous really,”

Civic didn’t lift his head to turn and address the speaker, continuing to work on calculating out how much concrete would be needed to fix the base, “It’s my job to keep dem in line,”

The figure who spoke moved, coming into sight, wearing the uniform of the highest authority of the cameraman faction, “Thanks to you, we managed to avoid the worse damage, but still, it was reckless of you to be out there,”

“I work wit my team in da filled. I can’t rilly direct a damn fix from behint a desk like da rest of da engineers, ” Civic said, “That’s da only reason they made it aht alive,”

“Civic-“

“Pull rank if yinz want, but I ain’t da type to smutz ass up to da brass whenever they are trying to tell me to do my job,” Civic finally straightened up, lens flexing in agitation, “Yinz either git yinzes nebby nose aht of my department and trust me to know wah da hell I’m doone, or I’ll take some other assignment. yinzes choice,”

His superior gave a huff of irritation, but did not press the issue, “The hangar bay needs to be expanded. More research for titan improvements are needed,”

“I’ll add it to the list,” Civic grunted, “Given I have a uge ass chunk of da base still missing,”

“This is-“

“Every part is important. I don’t git that structured fixed, da intakes to da titan hangar are exposed ,” Civic snapped, “So how's abaht yinz go find someone else to micromanage behint backhanded comments and yinz hit da bricks me to do mine, hm ?”

“Of course. I just wanted to impress upon you the importance of the expansion,” the tone of the higher up was clipped as they dipped their head and took their lead.

It took everything in Civic not to pick up his mug and splash hot coffee all over the bastard. He kept his cool though, grumbling under his breath.

Maybe after all this was cleared up, he should just transfer out.

Maybe he was getting a bit too jaded on all of this.

Civics sighed, giving a shake of his head.

“Jest ignore them Civ. Jest ignore them,” He murmured before returning to his work.

He had a job to do, and for now, he could focus on that. His teams were depending on him to figure out the mess and give them their directions.

Everything else could wait for a few weeks more.

[literallysimjaeyun]

leon kennedy headcanons bc i FUCKING LOVE LEON KENNEDY (ft other characters but mostly chris)

• some believe he smells like gun powder and alcohol which honestly, so fair he prob does. but TBH i think he used like axe body spray up until the end of re2 (ada said he smelt like cat piss and changes his ways to rizz up the ladies)

• but in all fairness, he smells like black coffee and peppermint gum

• does NOT understand brainrot humour at ALL

• chris will try and explain things to him bc tbh hes chronically online. but leon cant comprehend ANY OF IT

• deadass asked claire if she know the meaning of “fantum tax” and she laughed in his face hes HOPELESS chat🙏🙏🙏

• he likes sitcoms, his favourite is seinfeld and his favourite was obviously jerry bc IT MAKES SENSE BSFR

• lowk, given like the timeline, my man was an AVID likin park enjoyer

• played the trumpet and was in school band

• used to want to be in the army but changed his mind bc bro was not down w sleeping on the dirt 😭😭

• didn’t own lip balm till the age of 13 and since then has never gone a day w out one in his pocket

• i feel like he would really like black liquorice for some reason

• has absolutely NO rythme whatsoever

• he and chris walk around the city acting super nonchalant n shii but as soon as these grown ahh men see a puppy, they lose their MINDSSSSS

• he wants a border collie and wants to name it like “printer” or “fax machine” 💀

• really likes boy bands and has seen the backstreet boys live 7 times (bros savings account is sobbing)

• hes like terrified of sweat stains. when hes out at events he always has to have deodorant and cologne on him so he doesnt smell bad and turn his pits piss yellow (it happened the day he was moved to special ops and chris took SO MANY PHOTOS)

• has abt zero chill when it comes to comebacks in an argument. he WILL make u check urself

• weighted blanket + fuzzy blanket combo

• is REALLLY good at monopoly… like SCARY good

• in now time, i feel like he would own nike tech but never wear it. my guy wears like jeans in which the bottoms r almost COMPLETELY destroyed bc they’re always under his heals when he walks. he def wears flannel and a leather jacket over that

• WALLET CHAIN 😍😍😍

• tried going ginger, he got beat up by all the neighbourhood kids for being a “fake leprechaun”

• lactose intolerant asl

HES MY WIFE!!

[kikker-oma]

incorrect quotes because I’m in this phase

___ Wild (after remembering card tricks): pick a card

Hyrule: *picks 7 hearts*

Wild: one sec Lemmie just look through the entire deck

____

Legend, at a restaurant: I’ll have the cheese board with no cheese

Waitress: So just a board?

Legend: no, I’m not planning on studying abroad.

____

Malon: I’m so bored waiting for link all day

Malon: *ressurects Ganon and kills him with a broom*

Warriors, adventuring with the chain: I sense a disruption in the timeline.

____ Me: oh Legend my sweet boy

Me: oh legend you’re so wonderful and sweet

Me: your character is written so beautifully

Legend: you’re gonna kill me again, aren’t you?

Me: yup. ____

Sky, at lumpy pumkin (forgot the name): Ok sure I’ll play the harp.

10 minutes later…

Sky: STOP WAVING YOUR ARMS IN A CONFUSING BEAT I NEVER LEARNED RYTHM ON SKYLOFT >:(

____

Wild, Wind, and Warriors enter (the three Ws lol)

*has a 10 hour musical that’s just cotton eye joe on repeat*

Time: What creatures have I raised…

____

Twilight: whatcha reading

Four: wheel of time.

5 minutes later

Twilight: HOW DID YOU ALREADY FINISH THE BOOK

Four: wdym I finished the series?

Twilight: …

Lol that first one with the cards🤣🤣 I might draw something for that LOLOL once the art paralysis ends

[kingdomfled]

isn’t that MALIK NIAMH FEINHALNAAR? i’ve seen them wearing the crest of VARLINNIS. i hear they’re 36, but they’re also a SORCERER. they’ve risen up the ranks to become THE SECOND OLDEST PRINCE OF THE VARLINNIS KINGDOM. they seem to be KIND & TALENTED, but also COWARDLY & INDECISIVE. if you look closely, you'll see their aesthetics include BODY WRAPPED IN FINEST SILKS, GOLDEN CHAINS AND JEWELRY, THE CALMING RUSTLE OF WATERFALLS.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: [ MALIK NIAMH FEINHALNAAR ] NICKNAME: [ MAL, NIA, PRINCE ] AGE: [ 36 ] GENDER: [ MALE ] TITLE: [ PRINCE ] PRONOUNS: [ HE/HIM ] SPECIES: [ SORCERER; MASTERED ELEMENT: WATER (OOP) ] KINGDOM + CASTLE: [ VARLINNIS + ATOGTHALNAAR] HOUSE WORDS: [ FROM CINDERS WE RECLAIM ] OCCUPATION: [ PRINCE, BEING PRETTY ] RELIGION: [ THE FLAMED BIRD ] LANGUAGE: [ COMMON TONGUE / MOST DIALECTS ] ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: [ HOMOROMANTIC ] SEXUAL ORIENTATION: [ HOMOSEXUAL ] SEXUAL TEMPERAMENT: [ SUB ] SEXUAL POSITION: [ BOTTOM ]

RELATIONSHIPS

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: [ TBA ] CHILDREN: [ NONE ...YET ] PARENTS: [ KING EAGAN FEINHALNAAR + QUEEN ADARA . ] SIBLINGS: [ RYKER FEINHALNAAR, TBA. ] FRIENDS: [ TBA. ]

PHYSICAL TRAITS

FACE CLAIM: [ OLIVER JACKSON COHEN ] EYE COLOUR: [ BLUE ] HAIR COLOUR: [ DARK BLONDE ] HEIGHT: [ 1.91 METRES / 6'3 FT ] BODY BUILD: [ TALL AND LEAN ] FACIAL HAIR: [ LIGHT BEARD CENTERED AROUND THE MOUTH, EXTENDING TO THE SIDE OF HIS FACE, SOMETIMES CLEAN-SHAVEN. ] TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: [ MANY EARRINGS ON BOTH SIDES, A SMALL PHOENIX (THE FAMILY SIGIL) INK BEHIND HIS LEFT EAR ] NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: [ UNBLEMISHED SMOOTH SKIN, OFTEN DRESSED IN LONG SILK ROBES - SOMETIMES WITH LEATHER ARMOR UNDERNEATH, BUT OFTEN WITHOUT, WEARS SANDALS ALL THE TIME, MANY MANY MANY GOLDEN CHAINS AROUND HIS NECK, HIS ANKLES, HIS WRISTS, RINGS. THIS MAN KNOWS HE IS PRETTY AND DRESSES LIKE IT. ]

PHOBIAS AND DISORDERS

PHOBIAS/FEARS: [ ARRANGED MARRIAGES FOR POLITICAL ADVANTAGE, LOSING HIS PRIVILEGES, LIVING A LOVELESS LIFE, PEOPLE READING HIM FOR THE INSECURE PUSHOVER HE IS. ] MENTAL DISORDERS: [ HE'S WEALTHY, ROYAL, TALL AND PRETTY WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE WRONG. ]

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: [ MEDIOCRE SMART LEVELS. ] LIKES: [ PRETTY THINGS, JEWELRY, FRUITS, EXPENSIVE WINES, MUSIC WITH A RYTHM, BOOKS, STORIES WITH HAPPY ENDINGS, NATURE (BUT ONLY WHEN HE CAN CONTROL IT; SO GOING SOMEPLACE TO ENJOY A WATERFALL OR SOMETHING, HE DOESN'T WANT TO LIVE IN IT), BEING DOTED ON/CARED FOR. ] DISLIKES: [ THEATRE, CHEAPSKATES, RULERS WITH IRON FISTS, HIS FATHER, SNAKES, BUGS, EGGPLANTS, DOING HOUSEWORK/CHORES. ] POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ KIND, TALENTED, SOFT-SPOKEN, LITERATE ] NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ COWARDLY, INDECISIVE, PUSHOVER, INSECURE ]

AESTHETICS

AESTHETICS: [ BODY WRAPPED IN FINEST SILKS, GOLDEN CHAINS AND JEWELRY, THE CALMING RUSTLE OF WATERFALLS, GENTLE TUNES PLAYING THROUGH THE NIGHT, DANCING UNDER THE STARS, THE SMELL OF BOOKS FILLING THE AIR, THE RUSTLING OF BOOK PAGES ON SUNNY AFTERNOONS, THE LITTLE JINGLE HIS CHAINS DO WHEN HE WALKS OR DANCES THROUGH THE VAST HALLS. ] INSPO: [ KINGS AND QUEENS AND VAGABONDS BY ELLEM, A DREAM IS A WISH YOUR HEART MAKES BY CINDERELLA, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL BY JAMES BLUNT, I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU BY THREE DAYS GRACE, PHOENIX BY CAILIN RUSSO, RUNAWAY PRINCESS BRIDE, 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU, THE PRINCE & ME, ]

KINKS

KINKS: [ MAKING LOVE. ;) AFFECTION. ROMANCE. MARKING. TEASING. BREEDING. COLLARS. VERBAL FEMINISATION. CHOKING. PRAISE!!! (TELL HIM HE'S PRETTY I DARE U). WORSHIP. HUMILIATION. DEGRADATION. SOMNOPHILIA. WATERSPORTS. FACE FUCKING. TOYS. ] ANTI-KINKS: [ VORE. SCAT. INFANTILISM. ]

BIOGRAPHY

Malik was never destined to be the heir to the throne of Varlinnis. From the moment he could walk, he knew he was the second-born prince, a position of little importance in the grand hierarchy of the kingdom. His older brother, the heir, was strong, imposing, a man made for war, while Malik was softer, more delicate. He preferred the arts, the beauty of the world rather than the clashing of swords or the weight of a crown.

As a child, Malik spent more time with the servants and tutors than with his brothers, often lost in books, his paints, and the melodies of distant lutes. He grew up surrounded by silks and jewels, beautiful things, all of which seemed to serve as a reminder that he was the one who did not belong to the hard and practical world of warriors. His father, King Eagan, often tried to mold him into something more—more like his brothers, more like the strong, reliable ruler he thought his kingdom needed. But Malik resisted every attempt, finding solace in his beauty, his music, and the peaceful world he so deeply treasured.

The King would often bring Malik into the training yard to watch his younger brother spar with soldiers. Eagan would call out to Malik, instructing him to stand straighter, pay attention, learn how to wield a sword, how to defend himself. But Malik was always hesitant, standing awkwardly on the sidelines. He had no interest in striking a blow, even if it was for honor or duty. He would rather listen to the birds sing from the palace gardens or practice his dance steps in his chambers. He loathed the violence, the posturing, the expectation that he would fight and hurt for something as intangible as pride.

It wasn't that Malik was weak—he was far from it. He was tall, graceful, and well-trained in his own right, but his training focused on beauty, grace, and artistry. His magic, water-based, was fluid, gentle, and powerful in ways his father couldn’t understand, though the fact the element that chose him was water only reinforced his feeling of being different. He wasn’t the type to raise a blade to defend his kingdom, but he could make the waters of a river rise in a gentle cascade or soothe the pain of a wounded heart with his calming touch. But none of this mattered to his father. All that mattered was strength, power, and dominance. Malik’s beauty was nothing more than a distraction in his father’s eyes, something to be molded into power.

At a young age, Malik’s gentle nature set him apart, even from his own family. His brothers were tough, both physically and mentally, but Malik was soft, introspective. His beauty was not just physical; it was in the way he moved, the way his voice held a song, the way his blue eyes stared out at the world with a quiet longing. He was born with a natural elegance that just felt effortless, unforced. He just was. But in the kingdom, where warriors were revered above all else, his beauty didn’t hold the same weight.

Eagan became increasingly frustrated with Malik's refusal to follow in his brothers’ footsteps. He pushed harder, forcing Malik into rigorous lessons in swordplay, in military strategy, in the art of leadership. But no matter how hard Malik tried, he could never fit into that mold. He found no joy in the sharpened edge of a blade, no satisfaction in the heavy weight of armor, no thrill in the command of troops. The more his father insisted, the more Malik withdrew into himself, seeking solace in the arts he loved. His mother, though often silent in her support, was a constant comfort during these turbulent times. Her warm embrace was his sanctuary, a place where the weight of his kingdom’s expectations lightened.

But even her quiet support wasn’t enough to shield him from his father’s persistent attempts to shape him into something he wasn’t. Eagan’s frustration grew as Malik’s reluctance to embrace the roles of warrior and leader became more evident. He found no pride in his son’s beauty, his gentle nature, his artistry. All Eagan saw was a wasted opportunity. Malik’s refusal to embrace the strength and stoicism of his brothers—qualities that were so valued in the kingdom—only served to alienate him further from the King’s affections.

As years passed, Eagan began to realize that he could never turn Malik into the warrior he envisioned. The boy simply wasn’t like his brothers. So, instead of continuing his efforts to change Malik, Eagan began to adjust his tactics, manipulating what he could to benefit the kingdom. He threw lavish festivities at the palace, where Malik’s presence would draw attention and admiration. The young prince’s beauty and charm became an asset in the royal court, and Eagan made use of the attention Malik garnered to further his own political alliances. Though it wasn’t the strong, militaristic power Eagan desired, he soon recognized that Malik’s allure and social standing could be just as useful in a different way.

He was less concerned with shaping Malik’s character and more concerned with using him to maintain his own grip on power. For the most part, Eagan ignored Malik, letting him live his life in relative peace at the palace, as long as he attended the events and fulfilled his role as the charming, gentle prince that others admired. But even though Malik was free to go about his days without the constant pressure of training, guards were always in tow, following him wherever he went, ensuring that his safety was never compromised.

Malik found his newfound freedom both comforting and stifling. He was allowed to focus on his passions—painting, dancing, the fleeting beauty of the world around him—but the constant presence of the guards reminded him of the expectations that still lingered. He was free, but never truly untethered.

It was during this time that Malik experienced his first real infatuation, though it was something he kept closely guarded within himself. He had met a young boy during one of the royal events—a noble from a neighboring kingdom, whose laugh was like music and whose smile made Malik’s heart race. They had shared little more than a few words of conversation, but for Malik, it was enough. His heart fluttered whenever their eyes met, but he kept his feelings buried deep within, unsure of how to express them or if they were even reciprocated. It was a fleeting feeling, one that he couldn’t act on, not in a world so focused on politics and duty. He never dared to confess or pursue it, and the boy soon faded from his life, leaving only the sweet memory of stolen glances and racing pulses.

Years passed....

Malik’s 39th birthday came and went like the rest, filled with celebrations that only reminded him of his position: second-born, unimportant, a mere afterthought. The rumors of an arranged marriage began to swirl soon after. His father had already begun discussing his future with suitors in far-off lands, all for the sake of his kingdom. Malik, however, couldn’t bring himself to accept the idea of marrying for duty, of being tied to someone he didn’t love. He was a romantic, a dreamer, longing for something far more than what his father offered him.

The weight of these pressures, the expectations to marry and fulfill his duty, grew heavier. Malik’s heart yearned for love, for a connection, for someone who would see him for who he truly was. He didn’t want to be a political pawn, to be married off to a stranger for the good of the kingdom. He longed for the love stories he read in his books, for the kind of passionate romance he danced to at the palace balls.

The final straw came when his father once again brought up the arranged marriage to a powerful noble family, this time one that would cement Varlinnis’ position among the other kingdoms. Malik knew there would be no escaping this one. His father was insistent, and the pressure was mounting. He couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t marry for duty, and he couldn’t be the man his father wanted him to be. Forevermore.

Late one night, he packed what little he could carry and fled the palace. His mother’s quiet approval, though unspoken, gave him the courage he needed. Malik wasn’t sure what the future held, but he knew he couldn’t stay in Varlinnis any longer, not when his heart cried out for something more. Something real.

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Bonus panel:

First time playing. As I was getting things done and understanding better the game's rythm I got this quest chain. The first part was weird enough, like... dude? o.o But ok, I couldn't afford to deny followers quests at that point so whatever. Just harmless stuff... right? (Fool me...)

And when I thought couldn't get worst.... BAM! Kill the poor soul we have been feeding poop and throwing into jail for no reason. One would say it was the best solution to free Tom from the twist pranks of that psycho, however, I got scared. What if it wasn't the end? What more could the quest chain have in for me? I didn't know, and decided to end things right there, and get rid of that crazy follower. Straight to our lord below you go you blood thristy bastard. Then I dealt with the faith loss for denying the quest, and keept taking care of my cult as normal. Knowing I did what was must to protect Tom, one of my most well behaved followers. So loyal... So sweet...

...

Then Tom, the so "poor soul" I protected from such a young departure from the living world, asked me to sacrifice him .-. That, my friends, was the moment I realise none of these followers are sane. In fact, they all test my sanity all together in their own stupid ways. Freaking daycare it is.

The One Who Waits tricked me bad, I was promised battle and glory, I got babysitting job and need for therapy. You devil.

Tom got what he wanted, for I was tired asf from dealing with this whole stuff, and I learned my lesson.

This game can be such a rollercoster of twisting ways and questionable behavior... That's why I fell in love with it ♡

Side note: I didn't quite remember the "follower's type", so I went with the looks I liked more to draw. But I do remember the names of these hellish imps: One was Tom, of coursem but the first one giving the quests was Astolfo.