#company eight

[keepthetension]

it's been days since wandee goodday episode 05 but i keep thinking about how this guy?

ended up finding someone who cares in the same way

[suddenly-frankenstein]

im feeling kinda shitty recently but just did a little self-indulgent scribble with morning clervalsteins from my highly random and undeveloped modern_university_AU! yaaay

[bridoesotherjunk]

doesn't bowser have 8 kids

Yes and no.

Original canon? ? All 7 Koopalings plus Junior are Bowser’s kids.

Post 2012-2013 canon? ? Only Junior is Bowser’s child. Miyamoto retconned the original canon and made it so the Koopalings are just 'underlings'

---- everyone ignores this new canon because it fucking sucks and we all want Bowser to still have 8 kids.

[megamidevice]

Tachibana Hibiki (Angel ver.) • Senki Zesshou Symphogear GX 1/7 Scale Figure by Easy Eight & Good Smile Company

[timetravelingcourtney]

Confession

I’ve not been posting because of serious stuff.

When Felicity arrived home from the hospital, I thought it was time to share with the community.

In mid June, I felt a lump in my breast. By mid July, I saw my primary care physician who assured me it was probably nothing but sent me to get a mammogram. That mammogram turned into a biopsy and that biopsy turned into a breast cancer diagnosis.

I am so lucky. I caught it early. I have employer sponsored health insurance. I have a support system. I am gonna be ok.

I had surgery in August and will have radiation in the next few weeks. My prognosis is excellent.

As my amazingly candid anesthesiologist said, “cancer don’t care”.

If you are a person with breasts, do your self checks, if you find anything, go to your doctor. 1 of 8 people with breasts will get breast cancer but treatment is not only effective, it is far less devastating than it once was.

Take care of yourselves my friends 💕 Felicity and I send love, hope and joy.

[afklancelot]

i dont play limbus company anymore cuz i dont vibe with the gameplay but i do keep up with the story and i am Thinking about heathcliff and ishmael. how they are consistent in bickering with each other. their association with water and storms. how both of their stories deal with revenge and how the former is usually the brute and the latter is the ‘sane’ one but during their respective cantos ishmael is the unhinged one while heathcliff was going to be rational in his revenge plan. how ishmael’s story focuses on obsession and heathcliff’s seems to be about identity and how you’re perceived can lock one in a cage.

and then i think about when ishmael’s art first came out and she had a jacket with the number seven. which is heathcliff’s designated sinner number. and how heathcliff don’t got a jacket. they’re foils, your honor

[eighthwholove]

So over a year ago, I had the pleasure of finding the TARDIS Tin that was made to promote the TV Movie back in 1996. Some of the contents weren't the original versions- the screening tickets are replicas, as well as the jelly babies.

(Plus a Fox promotion card, seen on the far left of the bottom photo.)

The set of photos (first seen in 2022) were extras to go with the listing. However, the two other photos (on the right) are legit, actually from the original kit.

The press notes are also the og copy as well. I do believe the VHS is the real version, but the case was remade.

Ah, love little, rare treasures from the TV Movie. Little bits of Who history that make my heart squeal.

If you want closer photos of any of the items, feel free to ask!

[alexblue29]

The fact that Hush Hush is a Be:First song featuring Ateez and that the lines are more evenly distributed than when it's only an Ateez song says a whole damn lot about Edenary.

Just saying.

[chronotopes]

ive had to email my boss "hey can i have a project to work on" like twice in the past week and if i don't get something new in the next fifteen minutes i'm going to have to do it again. what is going ON at this company. it is humiliating every time, like being a student reminding the teacher that there is homework, but i do not want to risk getting in trouble for not working so like. i guess the alternative is being annoying.

[ari-zonia]

If I tried replicating the official style any further than the sketch my hand would have walked away

[next-autopsy]

A/N: Well, hi there! Sorry in advance, this chapter gets awkward (why is it so weird writing about periods?) and then dark/sad. Get ready to say good bye to someone….

Based on the actors portrayal/hbo show and written with no disrespect to the real life veterans. Also all images found on Pinterest.

TW: Period talk (it’s awkward), implied assault (not detailed),….. lmk if there’s something I should add here

Made of Glass

Chapter eight: Unrequitable Generosity

The next few weeks started to merge together. The daily routine was set and unmoving with little to no time for much other than PT and lectures. Birdie is yet to experience a weekend pass as her CO finds every excuse to revoke hers week after week.

She had walked into the mess hall the day after Sobel’s failed attempt at starving her and took note of the lack of chalk circle. It had been smudged out and Sobel never explained himself or told her to stand in that spot again, he just glared at her as she stood in line. He still threw the occasionally comment at her but was mostly back to ignoring her presence.

She and the other women were finally allowed to shoot their weapons on the rifle range and while Birdie wasn’t bad at shooting she wasn’t great either.

Not like Shifty Powers. He was promoted to sharpshooter and eased through target practice. Birdie asked him one day how he got so good at shooting and he told her about his father. He had taught Shifty how to aim as soon as he was big enough to pick up a rifle. They often went hunting together, it’s how he spent most weekends back home in Virginia.

He gave her some tips like hand placement and how to brace for the recoil properly and it honestly helped her more than the advice from the actual instructor. Pretty soon she was hitting the target every time and getting more bullseyes than half of the men.

Shifty and Birdie spoke frequently, he was one of the men who joined the designated ‘Birdie table’ at meal times, along with Toye and Bill. Her latest collection of friends was growing; George Luz was almost always found alongside the woman, cracking jokes like it was his job.

Bull Randleman had become close with her too, they had many inside jokes and sayings that only the two of them seemed to understand, it was like they spoke another language. By extension; Johnny Martin, who had begun to stare down any one who whispered about Birdie, whether she was present or not.

Don Malarkey, Skip Muck and Alex Penkala were never separate and adopted the female into their exclusive trio. Skip kept trying to convince her to help him with practical jokes and pranks aimed at the other two but she never gave in, aiming to avoid offending her fellow second platoon men.

After bonding with Toye and Guarnere, the men of Easy company embraced Bernadette quickly. They knew she could handle herself, they had seen it first hand but many opted to treat her like their younger sister, some light teasing and vicious protection.

Birdie had noticed the decrease of catcalling or whistles thrown her way by non-Easy guys but made no comments, even though she knew someone had said something to cease that behaviour.

She had witnessed some Fox guy staring at her in her PT uniform one morning, he had opened his mouth wide, grinning like the Cheshire cat before quickly dropping the look of glee, closing his mouth and leaving. Birdie's eyes followed him in confusion as he left the area, she whipped her head around to look behind her and caught the tail-end of the multitude of death stares he was receiving from her friends. She wanted to laugh at them and playfully scold them but she settled on sending an appreciative smile and resumed the stretches Winters had set for them.

Birdie was scheduled to be on (what should've been her first) guard duty that night and the day was dragging on. She struggled up Currahee that morning, her legs ached more than usual.

During lunch, her appetite was non-existent, she picked at her food but eventually offered her plate to Toye and Guarnere who flanked her. Toye gave her a pointed look but accepted the food.

Birdie stood up too quickly and a wave of woozy light-headedness hit her, she braced onto the table in front of her for a moment before she was ready to move on.

A dull discomfort ached in her lower stomach and she finally clicked onto what was happening. She had been off all day and wondering why but now she understood, her monthly had arrived.

Easy had lectures that afternoon, Thank God, so when Bernadette excused herself to use the bathroom finding crimson leaking into her undergarments was exactly what she'd expected. She hurried off to retrieve a health sponge and headed back into the lecture hall after cleaning up and applying it.

The pain only seemed to worsen and pool in her head as she sat and listened to the droning tone the lecturer used. For the rest of the day her skull hurt as much as, if not more than her stomach.

“You okay, Bernadette?” Eugene Roe had spoken up at dinner, he had seen her pale over the course of the day and noticed her avoidance of food increase since that morning. Toye and Guarnere stiffened beside her, waiting for her answer.

Birdie nodded with a weak smile on her face, she didn't want to worry her friends, she could pull through. It wasn't usually this bad but today her womanly time had hit her hard and all at once and now the only thing on her mind was her night shift and how she would rather run up Currahee ten times than wake up at one in the morning.

“Just tired. Thanks, Doc.” Birdie mumbled, resting her head on her folded arms that lay on the table and closing her eyes. Nausea rolled over her body causing her to sit up in a flash and excuse herself. Her friends watched her go, troubled by her abnormal behaviour, Toye mentally reminded himself to check up on her the next day.

Bernadette rushed to the dedicated women's bathroom and dry heaved into the trash can, not having enough time to make it to a toilet. She had a thin sheen of sweat covering her forehead, reaching her arm up she wiped it away.

“Birdie?” A melodious voice echoed into the lavatories. “Are you alright? I saw you run in here.”

“Yeah....” Her tone wasn't very convincing. She stood and adjusted her clothes once she had caught her breath, Harriet watched her splash water on her face and regain her bearings.

“Oh, honey.” Harriet sympathised with the brunette, she didn't look well, it was either some sort of illness or a really agonizing period. When Birdie clutched at her lower stomach Harriet knew which one.

“Come on, you need to rest up. I bet Sobel will have you running Currahee tomorrow.” The blonde held onto Birdie's arm and guided her to their shared barracks. No doubt the woman needed to lie down.

“Here.” She offered her poorly friend some water, Birdie gulped it down happily and the sick feeling that racked her body began to mute. The southerner changed into her sleeping clothes and crawled face down into her sheets, which were held open by the angel of How company.

“A full nights sleep will do you some good, I'll tell the other girls to keep it quiet tonight.” She rubbed small circles onto her friends back, attempting to help her aching body feel better.

“Except I have fourth shift tonight.” She mumbled, eyes closed and ready to pass out.

“I'll cover for you.” Her brown eyes blinked open, she pushed her body up onto her elbows and stared blankly at the blonde woman sat on the edge of her bed.

“I can't ask you to do that.” Bernadette was dumbstruck by the offer, touched by the kindness of her fellow woman.

“You're not asking, I'm offering.” Harriet put slight pressure on Birdie's shoulders, signalling for her to lay down flat on the bed.

“Really? You sure?” Birdie's muscles ached and she felt her body begin to shut down out of sheer exhaustion.

“Of course I'm sure.”

“Okay, but only if I cover your next shift in return.” Birdie mumbled out, sinking into her pillow and mattress fully.

“Deal. It's next week.”

“Thanks, Harri.” Birdie's voice was barely a whisper, she shut her eyes once more and dozed off soundly. Harriet smiled warmly at the Easy company girl and tugged her blanket up around her shoulders.

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Everyone knew something was wrong the second they woke up.

Loud bangs sounded from the door of the women’s barracks instead of the usual trumpet that roused them from their sleep. Birdie sat up in her cot, startled and looked around the room in confusion. Most of the others were sitting up now too, just as dazed and confused as her.

The blaring knocks came again and this time Lucy, who was closest to the door stood up to answer it. By now, the ladies were getting out of their beds and pulling on jackets to keep decent in front of their unexpected visitors.

Bernadette looked over to her right, the sight of Harriet's empty, unused cot made her uneasy. She should have been back and curled up in her blankets by now but her presence was lacking and it worried Birdie greatly.

Her mind was still catching up with what was going on when three men entered the room. As the door swung shut she got a glimpse of several more uniformed men lurking outside the steps of the barracks, talking amongst themselves.

“Ladies.” Colonel Sink's unmistakable drawl rung in Birdie's ear and she turned her head to see him stand with Major Strayer and a Lieutenant she'd not yet met. They had grim looks strewn upon their faces and Birdie felt like she could vomit. Her intuition was screaming at her that something bad had happened.

Something really bad.

“Where's Harriet?” She couldn't stop her thoughts from falling out of her mouth. Sink's eyes went straight to her, he grimaced before explaining the events that had brought him to the barracks so early in the morning.

The room went deadly silent.

Connie gasped, slapping her hand to her mouth in shock, Blythe and Charlotte hung their heads. Several jaws were dropped but nobody said anything, really allowing the news to be comprehended.

“Can we see her?” It was Lucy who asked the question, her hands fidgeted in attempts to distract herself.

“I'm afraid that's not possible. Private Huntington was transferred to Atlanta City hospital an hour ago. She's elected an honourable discharge....She will not be returning.”

A/N: And then there were eight.

~ next-autopsy ~

Chapter nine

[navyhyuck]

i will forever be mad at sm for failing ridiculously with nct. especially 127 because how are you telling me that a third gen group that debuted nearly eight years ago isn’t able to perform on some of the world’s largest stages when other groups of similar background are. i truly just don’t understand why sm would make it so their own artists don’t seem as big as they actually are. why are you trying to convince me that nct can’t sell out. and why are you deliberately sabotaging them so that they purposely can’t make it!!!

[kosmicpowers]

Once I saw a YouTube community post that said something like "Reshare for Rockstar Games ignore for LGBT!" And not only do I obviously think you should keep stuff like that to yourself and not be ass to random strangers over their identity. You coulda chose anything other than a bad game studio that abuses employees

[mechazushi]

Meet Mizu Ashiro. Also Known as Kaiju n. 24

(I am aware this is the BLURRIEST f*cking shot of my art, but I don't have access to technology where I can scan my art directly into my laptop that I work out of.)

See kids, this is what happens when a writer tried to branch out from their norm and try something they're not good at. You get shitty proportions, half the art is off the page, and your art style looks like a pre-middle schooler's attempt at a f*ckin' Mary Sue lookin' *ss OC. The worst part about this is I was also planning on drawing out her boyfriend as well, only to re-realize my drawing skills are sh*t and go back to waiting for izfaish to finish the Kn8 Pic crew that I'm assuming is still being worked on (which is FINE. That sh*t takes forever because you have to be meticulous with it due to compound layers and uploading it all. I'm sure it's a headache.)

I was even going to draw out a meme! Only having to sacrifice the space for it for the side profile. Doesn't matter. Back to having my artist skills hibernate until I can't take it anymore.

Anyway, onto the loooooorrrreeee!

So the universe where I picture this happening is the same one where I headcanon Mina being ace-sexual. (I don't apply this to ALL my Kn8 universe headcanons, just the ones that have Mizu in them.) Mina and Kafka reunite, all the Kn9 sh*t goes down, things settle out and something happens that makes Mina consider dating Kafka. She's not really sure it will work due to her sexuality, but Kafka manages to talk it out with her and he's fine with it. They date for a couple months, have one hot and heavy drunken night out, only for Kafka to die about a week later by stray rebar on a mission while saving people.

No, I don't hate the guy, he's actually my favorite. I don't know why I wanted him dead in this AU, it just happened. I am well aware that due to Kafka's Main Character Energy, this is something he should be surviving from, but I like the morbid irony that comes with him living through all those previous moments, only to die by something mundane as Random Debris. And, I mean, I didn't completely disrespect his death, he died doing what he loved which was saving people!

So Mina catches on pretty quickly that she's pregnant and voices the concern with Hoshina (Who I also see as ace-sexual in this world.) They talk it out a lot, both of them listing pros and cons of having this baby, and eventually Mina decides to check out a support group for Widowed Wives and talks it out some more with them. She comes to the conclusion that she's going to raise the thing, but will make a serious attempt NOT to raise it to think that there is pressure to be something great and that it needs to follow in it's father's footsteps due to said father being a hero. In fact, Mina hardly ever talks about Kafka. If she does, she only mentions that they were friends, some stories she remembered that he told her about his time in the monster sweepers, and very rarely, talks about the two of them working in the Defense Force. Never once mentions that he was a Kaiju due to not wanting to cause her daughter to think that she was also a monster and hate herself and also, to be honest, no one had any idea what was going to happen to the kid biologically in a few years.

Mina keeps the pregnancy on the down low for as long as possible until delivery. The entire Third Division shows up for the delivery and congratulates her on the new daughter. There, she reveals who the father is and makes everyone depressed for a moment. They all agree to help her out any way they can, with Hoshina personally stating that he'll act as the Main Father Figure in Mizu's life.

So Mizu gets community raised by the Third Division for a few years and it's great, now calling and considering all of the division to be her Aunts and Uncles. She grows up with an unspecified heart condition that makes her heart beat really weird and causes her to lose her breath a lot and is prone to fainting spells (this is due to her developing her own kaiju core). She goes to school and it kinda goes downhill for a moment due to the other students bullying her because she (unfortunately) developed her father's heavy weight stature. It's not all doom and gloom as she makes a friend in the school's Manga Drawing club.

{Cliche tragic backstory ahead, Final Warning}

Fast forward to late middle school (around 14 to 15) and her class is on a field trip to the local museum to check out the new exhibit that showcases the life and achievements of Kaiju Number Eight, Japan's Hero. Her friend called out sick that day, so now she's left to defend herself from the wolves, i.e her bullies. Cut to the front of the museum and an incident happens. Mizu gets tired of somebody's bullsh*t and yells at him to stop.... only to trigger her first Sonic Screech near point blank at someone's face. (Don't worry, the kid lived. She's not that powerful yet.) This however sets off the Kaiju alert system and her class runs to the nearest bunker. She gets kinda lost in the confusion for a moment, making her behind everyone else. Once she makes it to the bunker's entrance, the teacher of the class, who saw the whole thing, panics and closes the door in front of Mizu, leaving her there out in the open. Mizu is left standing there and cries in front of the Kaiju Number Eight statue as she hears choppers out in the distance. The Third Division shows up along with her mother and everyone is wondering why the hell Mizu isn't in the bunker and where the hell is the Kaiju? Through her tears, Mizu explains what happened and tries to apologize for it, only to be comforted by her mother and the rest of the division. They do however gain suspicions and MacGyver up a test. They slide on an arm of a defense force suit and have it connect up to a screen. When it reads back 0% aptitude, it confirms that Mizu is now a Kaiju like her father.

Having not told her about this because she thought she wouldn't have to, Mina decides to break it to her daughter gently that she's a Kaiju like her father by using the new exhibition. Mina, Mizu, and Hoshina get the whole museum to themselves since Mina commanded that her daughter's class stays in the bunker for a extra three hours. Ya know... for safety. There, the two of them break it to her gently about who her father was and what she might be now. Mizu doesn't take it well at first, but thanks to healthy communicating, she's not that angry about it afterwards.

This, however does bring up a problem with the higher ups. They say that Mizu can't be with regular students anymore due to being an untrained threat to the public. Mina somewhat agrees but wants to let Mizu keep as much of a normal childhood as she can before sh*t totally hits the fan that is her new life in a few years. The Higher Ups are trying to strong arm Mina into having her daughter register as an officer of the Defense Force so that they can keep an eye on her. Mina discusses it with Mizu and they come up with a plan. Mizu home-schools the rest of Middle School at the Division and goes on to Neutralization High School to finish out her degree. Mina gives her the speech about how she doesn't have to fill in her father's boots or think that she has to be someone important to the defense force because she's a Kaiju. Mina says that she can convince them to let Mizu out of service once she can demonstrate that she has control over her abilities.

Something happens (I haven't figured out what exactly) and Mizu decides to stay in the Defense Force. After a while, she's offered a special place on a new team. It's called (for the moment until I can come up with a good acronym for it) The International Division. Basically, Japan has decided to come up with an elite task force made out of other counties's misfits and gather them together for the explicit mission of taking out Kaiju invasions with unusual circumstances or unusual Daikaiju cases around the globe for countries that don't have the man power or are in desperate need of over-powered back-up.

On the team is:

A Swedish tactician/medic(in theory)/and mechanic that's anaphylactically allergic to Kaiju material (and because of this) is also severely hemophobic. (42% aptitude)

A blind, South East Asian Bomb expert with a special weapon / visor that helps her see and who's Code name is Pile Driver. (67%)

A German Mech suit driver (Who may or may not be a paraplegic from the waist down, I'm not set on the idea just yet) who's suit looks like a mixture of the Berserk armor and the Day Armor from the Castlevania Anime on Netflix. He also wields a claymore. (87%)

And an Australian man, born from a Texan Mother and a Floridian Father, who mains a trench sweeper shot gun (Look it up, its concept is terrifying) that can transform into an anti-tank rifle. His problem is that he's unruly, bloodthirsty, and possibly borderline insane. (72% as a sniper) AND THIS MAN GETS TO BE MIZU'S BOYFRIEND!

(Don't worry, he chill and has a thing for cats. He's just got ADHD.)

So yeah... that's her story... here's a quick breakdown of her design because I know ya'll can't see that shit.

So I initially had a problem with coming up with her Kaiju design. Her whole thing is that she's the daughter of Kafka so her design should still look a little like Kn8 but with some more female connotations, right? How the f*ck does one do that? And it gets harder because all the kaijus in Kn8 either look completely alien or like a monster version of Unrealistic Peak Male Form. (I feel like there could be a really funny meta commentary about this, but I'm not going to get into that right now.)

Eventually, my brain came up with the thought of-

"What if we came up with some bullsh*t Kaiju science and said that because Bakko is a tiger AND a Kaiju, we say that there was some weird exposure/interference that changed some things for Mizu while in vitro."

So now I'm coming up with a tiger-like design for her (you probably can't tell, but to me the head looks more wolf-like than tiger but that's because my artist skills are sh*t) And for the most part, she just looked like an inverse-colored version of Bakko with a mane. At some point while drawing this out, I started to hate it because, like I said in a previous post, she just looked like a furry with a Kn8 style mask. Which led me to come up with some samurai like inspirations for her armor like what Kafka has on the lower half of his body. So yeah, now she has Shoulder Pauldrons, Upper Arm Bracers (I miscalculated her size so the lower half of her arms are off the page.), Rib/Thigh protection, and an armored snout.

She's mostly black with white stripes, most of the armor is dark gray with black borders, and all of the white areas glow Glacial Blue when she's powering up. And yes, the mane is white and glows as well. (She's my pretty little Magical Girl Kaiju ✨🫶✨)

I don't know if anyone can see this as well, but she also has these black little Horns? Attached to the outside of her ears. They don't really do anything, I just wanted to give the similar appearance of Kn8's horns without copying them directly.

As for Mizu Ashiro herself, I tried to split the difference and modeled her after both of her parents. She's got Mina's long hair and hair clips, but her father's spiky type of hair (Which is why it sticks straight out like that.) She's got her mother's eyes and ears, but her dad's eye shape and nose. It's also clear that she takes after her father in body type. (Gotta carry on the tradition of carrying them Tig Bitties in both Human and Kaiju👍)

She's a fairly bubbly and optimistic person, but definitely gets terrified very easily (especially around heights.) Thankfully, she works with a team that can talk her through it most of the time and is actively working on it.

She also grew up exhibiting a lot of Cat-like traits like making lap biscuits when nervous, murrping at someone when they catch her slightly off guard, and napping in the weirdest positions/places. Not even being in the defense force broke those habits out of her and her team likes to poke fun at them playfully when they happen.

[lu-is-not-ok]

Have you ever seen a Mind Whip so sad?

[candygalaxyyy]

I’ve haven’t been this infuriated with a show in a while. The eighth sense is putting me through it. I am appalled, enraged, aggravated, vexed, my blood is boiling and I’m ready to throw hands…

Jae won needs to get rid of all his friends IMMEDIATELY. You know what, yes even the club president girl. Because she sometimes calls people out, but it’s never directly and other times she is silent & complacent, which can be just as toxic. I hate his fake a$$, arrogant, Mr jealous of jae won, always disrespectfully up in his business and entitled ‘friend’ tae hyung. I hate his rude, obnoxious, no sense of self worth because why are you kissing and chasing after a man who has made it clear - ON MULTIPLE OCCASIONS- that he does not want you, self-absorbed funky a$$ ex. I WAS SO MAD WHENEVER THEY APPEARED ON THE SCREEN I WAS THIS 🤏TO THROWING MY LAPTOP ACROSS THE ROOM.

Our man jae won is literally nothing but a walking shell, no emotions or spirit left. And he continues to surround himself with trash because he fears that the genuine people in his life will suffer if he gets close to them. So he pushes our baby ji hyun away and hurts his feelings. HURT PEOPLE, HURT PEOPLE! And it’s worse because he has surrounded himself with people who don’t understand his pain and are not comforting or supporting him, they are just projecting whatever they expect from him onto him. From the dumb a$$ teacher using him to get a job with his farther, to his ex, the fake friend and those $h!tty surf club members who only care about their stupid little trip. F ALL OF THEM