#hit harder but not float for example

[originalartblog]

So can ada Chuuya and Dazai even touch each other any more. Like ada Chuuya’s ability is now amplification and Dazai’s nullification which lead to them creating a singularity if they touch right?

My boring answer is that No Longer Human cancels out any ability it comes in contact with, and wins, no exception. So Dazai touching Chuuya would just cancel his ability before it takes effect, preventing any funny reaction. No ability can affect Dazai after all.

After that there's the question of how this new ability works. I was thinking "always active" to match NLH, but it's true that the kid in the video seemed to activate it on demand. It's hard to say what the lab had done with him at that point though.

In any case, Chuuya keeps the gloves on because his ability works through touch, so it's easier to get used to it + not activate it by reflex during a fight and cause more chaos if he needs to take off the gloves first.

This isn't near the first ask or comment I have received about this specific topic, so if you have ideas for a fun singularity that could happen here, don't be shy! Let's all explore this together bring your ideas to the table

otherwise I said it before but the funny answer is that if Dazai touches Chuuya while he's using his ability they are subjected to the equivalent of a static shock and both start yelling and complaining about it

[vivantesopvles]

‘You must want something,’ Tom said, sidling up to Harry, who had donned an apron and was frying eggs at the hob. ‘Come on, I said I’d repay you for what you did at the Ministry. It’s not everyday that I’m in the mood for decency.’

Harry snorted. ‘Shocking, that.’

He did a little flourishing motion with his wand; in no time came the sound of espresso being made, and milk being steamed. He floated two slices of toast into the toaster, then checked the eggs.

He was doing a very good job at ignoring Tom, which was unacceptable – as much as Tom loved watching him go about his morning routine. So Tom drew close enough to press himself up against Harry’s back, hugging his waist, the way Harry liked it.

And Harry, unsurprisingly, turned red.

‘This, for example,’ Tom said softly. ‘You must know I can give you more. You won’t have to want for things ever again.’

‘And I suppose you’re doing this right now for reasons entirely selfless?’

Tom grinned down into Harry’s hair. Other than it being Harry’s birthday, which Harry himself seemed to have forgotten entirely, Tom also did intend to keep Harry sweet for his plans to work.

To Harry’s credit, he was a hard nut to crack. Tom can’t remember spending as much time wooing someone – not even to bed; Harry hardly trusted him with the weekly shopping. It was fortunate, perhaps, he knew just how to distract him.

‘Maybe … maybe not. But on a similar note,’ Tom continued, keeping his voice low and suggestive, ‘I’m told I give quite spectacular head.’

‘How’s that even relevant?’ Harry choked out. He squirmed a little in Tom’s arms, a token attempt to break himself free. ‘Riddle, are you trying to seduce me?’

‘Hmm … seduce would suggest an intention to lead astray, though.’ Tom chose to let his hands wander then, light and innocent down Harry’s stomach. ‘Is that what you want? An excuse to run away from everything whilst being thoroughly disavowed? Well, I can always kidnap you, if you ask nicely.’

He hadn’t expected it, but his words must’ve hit too close to home. Because Harry spun around, a curious mixture of anger and embarrassment on his face.

‘Is that a threat or a very bad attempt at psychoanalysis?’ he retorted, swatting off Tom’s hands and taking a step back. ‘You were doing such a good job just now, with the sweet-talking and whatnot. Pity you couldn’t keep up the act for more than five minutes.’

‘I suppose I’ll just have to try harder, then. It’s your birthday after all,’ Tom said placidly. He was enjoying this a bit too much, he realised; winding Harry up, watching him get defensive, or even better, flustered.

He went and plated Harry’s breakfast, slathering his toast with an absurd amount of butter, poured milk into his coffee and drew a little heart in the foam with magic. When he was done, he found Harry staring at him, visibly shaken.

Tom smiled. ‘We could start with holding hands if you’d like – it’d only just occurred to me that you might be a prude.’

08052024 | @microficmay | will

[boydepartment]

“i love you in every universe.” with enhypen

a/n: arggggggghhhhhhhhhg minecraft music started playing so i’m a lil soft rn i’m sorry

warnings- none maybe slight angst for the most part fluff

wc- 100 words at least per member

MASTERLIST

jungwon- living mice

you and jungwon have been dating for quite awhile now, definitely longer than anyone thought you would. it wasn’t a fault to either of you, you were both busy all the time. when you had quiet moments with him like this, you cherished it. every second with him felt like you were floating. every soft breath you heard next to you, every small chuckle that fell from his lips, this was your own personal heaven on earth. you watched him scroll through his phone, probably on tiktok. you watched his reactions and how his teeth would peek out sometimes when he found something funny. he felt your eyes on him and so jungwon looked up at you. “y/n?” “hmm?” you smiled at him, getting up to walk over and sit next to him. “do you think we love eachother in every universe?” jungwon’s voice was quiet, your heart was screaming. “i do… i really do….”

heeseung- wet hands

when you first met heeseung, you thought he was exactly like his stage presence. so safe to say you steered clear of him. for months… little did you know he was secretly pining after you. he’d ask around about you, try to befriend your friends, it was honestly scaring him how much he just wanted to talk to you. when he finally did, you realized that his stage persona was kinda bologna. heeseung was a grade A dork who didn’t know how to speak to someone at all. it was the perfect example of he fell first but she fell harder. you ended up falling hard for heeseung. everything about him, even his stage presence. you stood by the door of your abode, heeseung’s uber was here and he had to head back to the dorms. it would be the last night you’d see him for a month. heeseung walked up to you and buried his head in your neck as he hugged you. “i’m going to miss you…” he mumbled, you smiled into his shoulder. “i know… you’ll be back home soon though..” heeseung pulled away and put his hat on you, his favorite beanie. “i love you.” you smiled up at him, adjusting the hat. “i love you more.” he was stalling, he really didn’t want to leave “i love you in every universe.” that made heeseung’s jaw drop. then he smiled at you. softly leaning in he kissed you like he never wanted to leave your side.

jay- dry hands

yours and jay’s relationship was grounded pretty quickly. you both knew what you wanted in this relationship and you both communicated that very well. when he was off work, you’d dance late at night in the kitchen, go on shopping trips, everything. you both were practically married mentally. one thing that a lot of people were not aware of, was that you’d go with them to different countries. mostly everyone just saw you as staff. so you got to tag along. it was a night in france and everyone had gone to sleep, jet lag hit you both and neither of you could join your friends in slumber. you and jay sat on the balcony sipping wine and watched as the city wound down. “all those people have separate lives than us…” you spoke softly, people watching. jay sipped his glass and set it down, “it’s crazy to think huh?” you looked at him, “it really is… i just hope they find as great of love as we have. although that would be difficult wouldn’t it?” you we’re tipsy and were sure hard to understand but jay understood you. “it would… because i love you in every universe.”

jake- cat

ever since you were young you were infatuated with romance movies. you always wanted your life to be one, you yearned for it. yet as you were growing up, you had terrible luck. so at some point… you just stopped looking. you let life rule you, and it was mundane and almost depressing. that was until someone spilled his entire hot ramen on you at 2am on a curb. jake apologized profusely and even took you to an urgent care, just to make sure you weren’t burned too badly. you weren’t mad at all in the slightest. he was charming in a way, and in your mind, the universe threw someone at you finally. to you, it was love at first sight. unbeknownst to you, it was for jake aswell. you didn’t find out about his work until you asked for his instagram and saw this barren sketchy account, when you asked, he broke down and told you everything. expecting you to be mad and to never want to talk to him again. you just smiled, you weren’t mad at all. you were just thankful to be around him. one night, something really bad happened. it caused you to spiral and not pay attention to anything. you ended up getting hurt and taking another trip to urgent care, which they immediately sent you to a hospital. you spent the night there, exhausted and not thinking. when jake finally got back in the country he was made aware of what happened and immediately rushed to you. instead of talking to the doctors and asking your state, he immediately jumped to conclusions and thought you were in a coma or something. he ended up at your side professing everything he had been too scared to tell you. “y/n i’ve always been in love with you ever since i met you. anytime i’m around you it feels right like my soul is at peace. i think- no i know… im meant to love you in every universe…” you were starting to wake up and you looked at him, “when did you get back?” you were dazed and kind of drugged up. “Y/N!” jakes eyes lit up as he looked at you and your eyes that were now open.

sunghoon- mall

sunghoon felt doomed. everything he did he felt he had to be perfect at. everything was a test to him. everything that represented him HAD to be perfect. he was caught in a loop. until he met you you were the opposite, things didn’t have to be perfect for you. if things were perfect then they could get ruined at any second. why would anyone want that constant fear? definitely not you. when you worked at a retail store sunghoon frequented, he didn’t pay attention to you at all. that was until he needed help with a clothing opinion. after that day you both hit it off. which led to sunghoon falling for your laugh and your urge to be outside of the box weird. your first date was NOT perfect, but sunghoon loved it anyways... you looked at the spill in your kitchen and started laughing, coffee splattered the cabinets and dripped off the countertop. sunghoon hearing you immediately rushed in, your mug broke aswell. your favorite mug. “my love what happened?” you were holding your stomach in laughter, “i broke it! i wasn’t looking where i was setting it!” you died down a bit and looked at the pieces, “i should go make a new mug next week.” you crouched down and sunghoon followed your lead, helping you clean up. he felt his heart smile, you being clumsy, and not perfect in the slightest made him love you. you taught him that things don’t have to be perfect to love. all that mattered to him was you being yourself. “do you think i’m clumsy in every universe?” you nudged him after cleaning. sunghoon chuckled, “i don’t know… but i do know i love you in every universe.”

sunoo- mice on venus

you were never overly confident in yourself. always picking apart insecurities and sighing everytime you saw a mirror. your appearance and how people saw you stressed you out heavily. that only got worse when you met sunoo. sunoo was absolutely perfect in your eyes, even his “flaws” that other people said he had, you didn’t see. you loved him for who he was. his smile, the way he’d laugh. everything. when he confessed to you, safe to say you were in shock. it scared you a bit, as your confidence was being tested. you both had a couple months of dating and you still couldn’t help but ask him. “are you sure….?” sunoo looked at you funny and tilted his head to the side, “of course i’m sure. i’ve always liked you.” sunoo rolled over and pulled you closer to him, “i’ve always thought you were perfect for me. every part of you.” he whispered. your eyes welded up with tears and you covered your face, “i don’t know sometimes i just don’t feel like i’m deserving of that.” sunoo’s face dropped, “baby… you are… in fact in every universe you are deserving of love. i’m grateful that it’s my love to give you. if anything i don’t deserve that honor…” you looked up at him, “you promise?” he pecked your lips softly and nodded, “i promise.”

riki- subwoofer lullaby

the way you met riki was embarrassing, severely embarrassing. a few months prior you went to a fansign and then next thing you knew you were stood frozen in front of him at a bookstore. “i recognize you.” he chuckled to himself, then walked away. after that instance, your paths would cross more often than not. at some point he assumed you were stalking him, until he started showing up to places you were already at. then he felt weird because what if he was stalking you accidentally? “give me your phone… please…” he shuffled awkwardly in front of you. you handed it over almost instantly and that’s how you both started showing up to places together. instead of being freaked out by the other one. after that day you were inseparable. you would bring food and water to him during late night practices. and soon the relationship grew into more, and he would look forward to your visits to his workplace. he was proud to say his girlfriend was coming over to take care of him. one night you were headed over, you couldn’t sleep and riki gave you the okay to come over. your bag was filled with snacks and drinks for him. you knew he was always too hard on himself and sometimes it hurt your heart to see him like that. you can imagine the feeling in your stomach when you walked into the practice room to him with his head in his hands leaned against the wall. you shut the door quickly and rushed over. sliding to sit next to him. “hey…” you mumbled putting your hand on his shoulder. riki immediately caved and hugged you. trying to calm himself down. “stressed?” all he did was nod. you took a deep breath and rubbed his back softly, “i’m really proud of you yaknow… i think that what you’ve accomplished in such a short span of time is incredible….” you noticed his breathing started to become more normal so you continued, “i’m really proud to say i love you. and i’m really proud to say that i love you in every universe.” your hands went to his hair, once again trying to calm him down. “i love you too…” he mumbled, “also in every universe…”

[joelswritingmistress]

Camp Crystal Lake: Chapter 1

Requested by @yellowjacketsbuzzbuzz

Joel Miller x f!reader (romance/horror)

Setting: Camp Crystal Lake

The reader is taking on the position of a camp counselor at the infamous Camp Crystal Lake. While she begins to enjoy her summer, even crushing on the camp director Joel, a killer lurks in the woods unbeknownst to anyone. 

Every town in North America has a ghost story. Some are well kept secrets, and others are so notorious that the sins of those tales have spread far and wide, to every dark corner of the earth. Crystal Lake was a sterling example of such a place. It had a typical sounding name, really, for a fresh body of water in the middle of the New England woods. But the stories surrounding the area were anything but typical.

As a young child, I remember hearing his name being said on the playgrounds at school. Jason. It didn’t take me long to insert myself into conversations in an attempt to hear the details of whatever version of the story the older kids were spreading. Back then it didn’t matter if they were fact or fiction. I stayed up late, wide eyed staring at every dark corner of my bedroom after hearing tales of Jason Voorhees. Now, at 22 years old and about to enter the summer as a counselor at Camp Crystal Lake, those distant, childish memories made me grin; though when my rusty, Jeep Wrangler bounced down the uneven road past the wooden Camp Crystal Lake sign, the hairs rose just a bit on the back of my neck.

“I thought you outgrew superstition,” I said quietly to myself as a song ended on my playlist, leaving me in a few extra seconds of silence to take in the wooded surroundings.

Jason Voorhees. The name still creeped everyone out. Yes, there had been a tragedy that happened decades earlier. Jason Voorhees was real; but after several attacks on counselors and residents alike, a boy named Tommy Jarvis managed to put Jason to rest permanently.

I shuddered and reminded myself that that was decades ago. I wasn’t even alive when it all happened. And this new camp wasn’t anywhere near the original location of the attacks on that Friday the 13th back in the 80’s.

I saw a pale yellow VW Bug parked up ahead next to a blue Ford pickup truck. On the opposite side of the truck was a Bronco with about as much rust as my Jeep. I began to wonder what my coworkers would be like. Would they be my age? Younger? Older? Local? I was about to find out.

I parked in the clearing beside the VW and stared out at the lake a few hundred yards away. There was a small beach with a towering, white lifeguard stand in the center and a wooden raft floating too not far from the patch of sand. If nothing else, it would be a great summer gig with a view. The campers wouldn’t be here for several weeks and I knew getting the place ready would call for some physical labor. I never minded hands-on work, and I was sure it would give us all time to bond.

When I exited the vehicle, a breeze hit me from the water and I shuddered, despite the temperatures nearing eighty degrees on the late June afternoon. My eyes scanned the trees on all sides and I suddenly wondered where everyone was. I let farfetched ‘what-ifs’ filter through my mind for a second before smirking to myself.

Grow up, I scolded myself lightheartedly. The imaginative part of me still enjoyed the folklore, no matter how juvenile it felt.

I popped open the back of the Jeep and reached in to grab my suitcase, an oversized gym bag and a backpack that housed the majority of my clothes. I had a few stray boxes with makeup and hair products, among other toiletries, though I decided I’d come back for them later.

Again, I took in my surroundings. For some reason I half-expected to see a group of young people out-and-about in the immediate area upon arrival. The silence was beginning to hit my psyche harder than I’d like to admit, and so I stared up at an oversized cabin with wooden paneling and headed in that direction.

A hammock swung empty on a giant front porch that was littered with chairs and small tables in between. Above them hung metal lighting fixtures, some of which were swinging in the summer breeze.

And then I heard a sound I could only compare to clicking. It was like a clock, almost. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

I set my suitcase down near the bottom step and shrugged the gym bag off my shoulder so it rested beside it, leaving my backpack on. And then I followed the sound.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

What is that?

I swallowed hard as the noise grew louder. It stopped for a second and then there was a louder noise. A faint bang. And then a pause. Another bang.

What the hell is that?

I rounded the side of the two-story cabin and peeked my head around to see if I could get a glimpse of whatever, or whoever, was responsible for the sound. Visions of Jason Voorhees and his menacing hockey mask left my mind immediately when the truth revealed itself.

A muscular man in a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows swung an ax, connecting with a giant log of wood. It split into two, sending little shards flying into the air. He wiped his forehead with his arm and then reached for another.

I wasn’t sure if I should tiptoe back to the front porch or interrupt him, but my mind was made up by default when he slowly turned in my direction. When he smiled beneath a mustache, I blushed and glanced at the open area of his chest where a few buttons were undone.

“Hello.” He gave a wave and wiped sweat off his forehead again before removing a pair of work gloves.

I raised my hand and swallowed hard. “Hi.”

The man approached and extended an arm in my direction. I stared down at his hand for a second before joining mine to his in a handshake. Our eyes met and I felt my eyebrows raise unwillingly.

“I’m Joel Miller,” he introduced himself, slightly out of breath. “I did the phone interview with you back in March and a second one in April. (Y/N), right?”

“Yeah.” I nodded and cleared my throat with a smile.

“I’m the camp director,” he informed me with a nod.

“Nice to meet you.” My hand was still in his and finally they parted.

Joel nodded in agreement. “I’m just finishing up here. I think we have one more person to arrive today before the rest come in the middle of the week. You can get yourself settled in whatever room is still available and I’ll be in in a few minutes.”

“Okay.” I nodded, “Thank you.”

“Thank you.”

When he smiled again I might as well have turned to stone. Who knew my boss for the summer would be such a.. hunk.

Well shit. It’s thirty seconds into the summer and I’m already crushing on my boss. I added, what a lovely predicament.

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@cattt777 @gissellec1

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

The wishing well redux part 2

Eric woke up sweating like a pig in the hot trailer room. BO pouring off him and making the whole film smell like an filthy animal. It had been a week since he was given the chance to make a wish. And a week that he had taken To get used to feeling the love and attention of his father that he so desperately wanted. He just didn’t realize that the wish would change everything. His father had to cater to him now for most stuff. He was in special classes on up till high when he dropped out from just not being smart enough. At least in this reality. He was no longer the smart college guy he once was but now someone that struggled to read simple sentences. His father had told him that it was alright. He knew when Eric was young that Eric was special and there was nothing wrong with that. It made Eric feel so proud. He heard his father call him from the kitchen with the usual “come on big guy I got breakfast cooked !” He loved getting to eat with his father every morning. It was one of his favorite times of the day.

Eric got some boxers from the dirty pile of clothing and piled them as he could feel them stretch and struggle to cover to his massive bulky thigh and butt. He still had on some of his dirty socks from the day before. He found a pair of his dirty work pants and pulled them up. The dirty tight sleeveless shirt his father gave him earlier in the week finished his dumb dirty trailer trash look. He thundered to the kitchen. Everything shaking in his path. He was no longer graceful. Not walking like a big fun. Animal as the curse made him. When he got to the kitchen his father was smoking and smiled at him. “Eat up big guy we have to get to work !” Eric began to eat his breakfast shoveling the food his father made him into his bearded face. Taking swigs of his beer every to often. That’s when he heard it. Some pebbles hitting the window. He looked out and he seen the guys that lived around them tossing rocks at the window and pointing at laughing at him. He had traded friendship for the love of his father. And these guys picked on him a lot. Calling his names like the big dumb brute. Gorilla. Anything they could thing of. His father slammed his hand down on the table and jolted out the door. The men ran but his father got the leader of them. A college boy that Eric used to be friends with. He heard his father screaming at him as he picked up up from his feet but the collar of his shirt. The guy laughed at him until he heard the boy bagging. He looked at out the window and seen his father was thrusting his thick cock into the 21 years old mouth. “You make fun of my boy again and I really stretch your hole !” His father thrust harder and harder right there on the front yard for all the other college guys to see. Making an example of the one he caught. And with a light grunt his father unloaded in the mouth shooting an extra thick load down his stomach. When he pulled out more cum shot on the mans face. His father dripped up and he pointed at the others. “I’ll do that to all of you if you mess with my boy again!” Taking s big boot foot he kicked the man over who was gagging over what just happened. His father came back to the trailer and slammed the am door. “You ok big guy ? They won’t be messing you anymore”.

Eric got into the work truck and was happy to be along for the ride. That cabin of the truck stunk worse than normal. “Big guy have you been forgetting to shower ?” His dad laughed and gave him a playful jab in the arbs. Eric dumbly laughed and said “ughh daddy I don’t know”. It seemed that Eric was giving up more and more of himself just to be happy and feel loved. He fell asleep in the truck on his way to the dumb for trash picking with his dad. In his dream he was back in the same forest. Dark. Only this time he didn’t have to walk. He was sucked directly to the well floating above the ground. And when he got there the same shadow monster was there. In a raspy whisper “choose now boy. The life of intelligence and wealth or the life of poor and stupid . You’ve felt what it like living the life of your wish. Now choose ! Which will you live the rest of your life as ?” There was a mirror in front of him. Showing him the body of the burly man he had become. Just looking at him dumbly. He looked down at himself and he was his old self. He could even feel the clouds fog lifted from his head. The first time he had been able to actually think since his first wish was made. He kept looking at the mirror. And then back down at himself. He looked at the shadow monster and said “I’ve made my decision …”

Grieves was a simple man who only ever wanted one thing. A family. His wife had passed away years before and left him alone to his mansion and fortune. But he was lonely. He had seen a show the other morning with a man on his front yard. Claiming a college jock as his own. Grieves sought the man out. And hired him to come work for him. The only catch was the big dumb son he catered to hand and literal foot. When he seen the white truck pull into his parking lot he smiled. Seeing such big men get out of the truck. He knew this next chapter in his life was going to be fun. Wishes really did come true. He knew this when he seen one of the men. Obviously dumber than dumb get out and stretch his massive body. Eric has made his wish. And he would for ever now be a dumb hairy day laborer. But he would be loved.

April 18th, 2021 4:45pm wishing well

[kusanagihaku]

Hey! I’ve been following your blog for a while now but I think I’m missing something. Your two most recent(?) posts about Taiga were about reading is 五格 and 地格/总格 (10,31) but I don’t really understand what these are or where it is that your finding them in the game. I figure it might be hard to explain what they are to someone who doesn’t understand Japanese culture or anything but could you try to elaborate in any way? Thanks!

五格 (five elements?) is a type of onomancy first written about by kumazaki keno. it’s a type of name divination that people use to choose a name for their children, company or stage/pen name.

because it works by calculating the number of strokes in a name, it’s used mostly to decide between kanji options when coming up with a name. depending on the total number of strokes, the luck that the name predicts you will have can be good or bad.

you calculate each number based on the kanji then combine them for interpretation, so you can't find it in the game! it's more of looking at the individual characters in their actual name. let's use alan's name as an example!

① 天格 (24) refers to his 'inherited luck', ② 人格 (18) refers to his 'main luck', ③ 地格 (19) refers to his 'early luck' (before he hits middle age), ④ 外格 (25) is his 'support luck' (from friends or partner) and ⑤ 总格 (43) refers to his 'later luck' (after he hits middle age). these numbers are derived by adding up the strokes of the kanji.

the resulting numbers correspond to an interpretation (there's a full list of 1 to 81 floating around somewhere), but the interpretation is usually read in relation to other numbers. i usually can't be bothered to count the strokes and scroll up and down to put all the numbers together lmao, so i use sites like this to help me add everything up!

1 天格 and 2 人格 can be interpreted together to read his relationship with his parents/mentors. for alan, his parents might be more old-school. at work, it might be hard for him to get approval or validation from his mentors... which sounds really vagastrom / tracks with what dante has expressed about vagastrom...

2 人格 and 3 地格 can be interpreted together to read his character. honestly i gasped cried a little when i read it??? he takes good care of his children/juniors - even though he may be overly protective (!!), he thinks about them all the time and can easily be negotiated with. his sense of responsibility is very strong, will care for others and he will work hard (!!!!!) which to me makes the mortkranken chapter even more lovely… the members of vagastrom will follow and defend their captain to the end and there’s good cause for that… (captain of my heart……..)

2 人格 and 4 外格 can be interpreted together to read his relationship with others. when he's in trouble he may have a lot of friends willing to come forward to offer him support (especially financial... certain vice-captain i'm looking at u!!!!). if he remains kind and down-to-earth, he will see success. (i am once again begging the universe to give alan a safe and normal life i love him)

2 人格 and 5 总格 can be interpreted together to read his work/financial outlook. things won't go his way easily; he will need to work harder than most to succeed. (i am once again begging the universe–)

3 地格 and 5 总格 can be interpreted together to read his relationship with his future family. he might be not be good at communication (!!) and may be stubborn (!!!). he might end up quite pessimistic, but this can be changed if he puts in effort to change his mindset. (i am ONCE AGAIN begging the universe PLEASE to give alan love–)

obviously i read names very much for fun and you can take it as seriously or as lightly as you want, but i think all the readings i've done so far for all the characters track very much with how they're presented in-story... which makes me wonder if some writer in the tkdb character design room has all their 五格 numbers and interpretations mapped out...

anyway, hope this is clear enough!! if I explained anything unclearly I found this site that explains it the most simply (web translate available)!

[wibble-wobbegong]

Mike vs Selfishness

The sheer number of people who misunderstand Mike as a character, even as fans of his, face one major flaw; they root his actions in self interest. They believe he is selfish. Even with positive connotation, this is wrong.

For some reason, it seems that the world has decided we must have balance between selfishness and selflessness between characters— if Will is selfless, then Mike must be selfish. This is the very trap that the writers set in S4. Their intention was to mislead and misconstrue. Will is shown to be giving up many things over and over and over for Mike, so he’s painted as the selfless hero (which he is). Mike? We mostly see him from others’ perspectives, meaning we only see him take. He isn’t aware of the sacrifices being made for him, but the show is producing the image of him never sacrificing in turn. Your mind will naturally lead you to view him as selfish because of the lack of reciprocity being shown. They want you to go blind to Mike’s sacrifice so the reveal hits that much harder.

But we aren’t blind. Mike is a character so inherently good that even stripping him of any sympathetic connection with the audience cannot hide the love and kindness inside him. The writers are true to their characters, so no amount of hiding will keep Mike’s true nature repressed— you just have to look, and look we have.

If we’re to look at Mike and know he is not what we perceive, how is it that so many people fail to understand that he is as selfless as any other character? Mike is not a boy with a monster hidden under his skin waiting to take what it wants despite how often we see this description of him floating around. This idea is in omnipresent in so many analysis posts or by those who say they’re fans of his imperfect characterization when that isn’t what makes him imperfect.

For example, it seems to be commonplace to believe that Mike is dating El to hide to some degree— not necessarily as a beard, but as an excuse for his behavior; his prioritization if her; his avoidance of Will. Rather than using El as an excuse, it’s much more plausible that Mike legitimately puts El above other people sometimes. When you look at Mike’s story with El it is so very blatant that he wants to do things for her and help her and make her happy. The very beginning of their friendship in S1 had been Mike seeing El and wanting to help. He rescued her and let her stay and took care of her when he first found her— sending her back to Pennhurst was not malicious or uncaring. He genuinely thought it was best for her at the time.

As Mike gets to know her he learns of her tragic past and comes to admire her as a person for her strength and sense of justice. El has lived a life of anger and sadness and abuse and Mike knows this. He sees a good person who has known nothing but suffering and wants to help her live the happiest life she can lead and Mike believes part of her happiness comes from being with him. Of course he’ll do it. He may not love her romantically, but he loves her so strongly in other ways that he’s willing to pretend for her sake. He’s been pretending since the end of S2. She moves to kiss him and he freezes, but they end up at the Snowball together anyway.

He’s giving too much of himself. He takes it too far and abandons intrinsic parts of himself for her happiness— this includes movies, hanging out with friends, music, and more than anything else, Will. Not Will himself but the part of him that belongs to Will. The part that loves him.

Mike’s selflessness reaches the furthest extremes. He’s willing to kill himself for Dustin with zero hesitation. He’s willing to abandon his personhood in hopes El is happy. He’ll shoulder the blame in fights with Will and hide the truth when he realizes Will never meant to hurt him. In fact, he tries to prevent Will from ever realizing he’s angry with him and continues to push him away during the fight at Rink-o-Mania. Mike consistently backs away from any confrontation where he has to address himself and his wants and his feelings when they aren’t there to help others. With Lucas at the beginning of the season, he backs down the second Lucas explains himself. During the rain fight, he’s calm and apologetic until Will brings El into it. Mike will always try to redirect things away from himself and Will is the only person who wont let him.

Normally, selflessness doesn’t take such intense and demanding forms. It doesn’t hurt others. Selflessness is usually shown as positive altruism or as an isolated punishment upon the self. Mike falls into the end of self punishment.

Self punishment always leads to unintentionally hurting others. Usually, se’d see this displayed from the perspective of the punisher. We don’t have Mike’s perspective. The punishments he imposes on himself are not visible to us.

Mike is a good, selfless person. He’s so sacrificial and feels so inferior that he doesn’t value his side of the story and acts as a servant to the happiness of the people around him. He’s rarely confrontational about issues that center around his wants and his feelings. When I say Mike is the prime example of a character who is a victim of themself I mean that he will destroy himself to hand out the pieces to people who he thinks need them.

There is nothing about him that is selfish or holds expectations that can’t be broken down. Mike’s rare selfish acts crumble like worn towers and his sacrifice will never be enough in his eyes. It’s all self imposed, but self imposition does not equate to selfishness. That’s what people miss about his character.

Mike is selfless in the most destructive, dangerous way positive. He has lost any sense of self importance, and that’s pretty clearly reflected in his monologue in the van (which happens to be the only time he really opens up and immediately calls himself stupid for it).

BASICALLY: mike’s not selfish he’s just selfless to the point of destruction and hurts people. hurting people is not inherent to selfishness . bro is big stupid and lives to please lmao

[rwde-rewrites]

This might be a controversial opinion, but I personally like the idea of magic existing alongside Aura and Semblances. I think the idea of a story having multiple distinct magic systems, especially if one is more powerful and mysterious than the other, is really neat.

But the key word here is "Distinct". In order for this idea to work, the differences between magic and Aura need to be clear. But, there are no rules for what semblances can do (Except not turning you into a bird. That is the sole rule of semblances), and there are no rules for what magic can do either. In fact, it seems like semblances can actually do more than magic in RWBY.

Semblances let people:

Enhance their physical and mental capabilities

Manipulate Luck

Create all different kinds of Illusions

Summon eidolons

Shrink objects

Turn objects into gold (Yes, really)

Telekinetically manipulate objects

Shapeshift into rose petals or iron (Only bird related shapeshifting is banned, apparently)

Absorb various types of energy to become stronger

Teleport

Turn invincible for 60 seconds (This is the weirdest one to me)

Fly

Mess with people's minds in various ways

Steal or copy other people's Semblances

And other stuff I'm probably forgetting

Meanwhile, magic lets you:

Fly

Shapeshift into birds (and presumably other forms, but we literally never see that)

Manipulate the weather

Shoot fire, lightning, and ice.

Create, lock, and unlock weird doors

Obviously, this is doesn't work. Semblances can do practically everything magic can and more. Meaning that magic doesn't feel different or special in any way.

So, what would need to be changed? The most obvious route would be to restrict Semblances.

One way to do this is just create a list of things Semblances cannot do. Such as:

Semblances cannot physically change their user's body. While we're at it, let's also add that Semblances cannot physically transmute other objects either so no shrinking or turning shit into gold.

Semblances cannot create fire, earth, ice, lightning, etc., only Dust can do that (God, I haven't brought up Dust yet). And anything that a Semblance does create is just an Aura construct that will vanish like Weiss's Summons or Sun's Clones.

Semblances cannot grant flight. A bit pedantic, but the scene of Amber first using her Maiden powers by floating into the air would hit harder if flying isn't something normally attainable in RWBY.

While I would like to add more stuff to the list of cannots, when defining a power system based on what is can't do, it's best to keep the list of restrictions short.

Another way to limit Semblances create specific categories that Semblances fall into and have each Semblance be some variation based on their category. For example:

Enhancement: These Semblances enhance the user's pre-existing capabilities in some way when used. This would cover stuff like Harriet's, Neon's, and Ruby's speed (And Ruby's would stay speed, none of that pseudo-teleport stuff), Ironwood's super willpower, Maria's preflexes, Hazel's pain tolerance or fast Aura regeneration (Pick one), and maybe Tock's 60 seconds of invincibility (though I still think that's dumb).

Absorption: These Semblances can absorb damage to make the user stronger. This would cover stuff like Yang taking damage and then getting a limit break, Nora absorbing specifically electricity, and Adam storing damage in his weapon and then returning it.

Manipulation: These Semblances allow their users to manipulate objects around them. This would cover Pyrrha's polarity, Glynda's telekinesis, and Neptune's hydrokinesis (which only exists in the books).

Constructs: These Semblances allow for the creation of constructs made of Aura. These constructs aren't permanent and disappear after time or if the user's Aura breaks. This would cover Weiss's glyphs and summons (though, I personally think these two powers are too different to be a single Semblance), Sun and Flynt's clones, Neo's illusions, Blake's after images, Vine's whips, and Elm's sticky feet.

Mind: These Semblances allow for the manipulation of the minds of other beings. This would cover Emerald's illusions, Ren's emotion suppression (In canon, it only masks your negative emotions from Grimm, but here, it would actually dampen your feelings while used), Fox's telepathy, Yatsuhashi's memory erasure, Marrow's freeze (here, it would be mental manipulation, rather than however the hell it works in canon), and Robyn's handshake of truth.

Any other Semblances in the show would be altered to fit one of these categories or cut entirely.

Finally, another option would be to cut Semblances completely. Instead, have Aura techniques that characters can use by manipulating their Aura in special ways:

Sending out sword beams of condensed Aura from their weapon swings to attack from a distance. THIS IS A CANON TECHINQUE. I want to stress this, Aura techniques are already a thing. Blake shots a sword beam at Roman in V2, and Qrow does the same to Winter in V3.

Leaving behind a physical shadow made of Aura to take a hit. At higher skill levels, these clones can even more and attack on their own, like what Adam did with his shadow clones in the fight against Yang in V6 (Which means that this is also a canon Aura technique, I guess?)

By expending a some Aura, people can temporarily increase their speed or strength in short bursts. Stuff like Ruby's speed would be handled with this.

Aura normally covers the body like, well, an aura, but it can be extended and manipulated. This allows for the creation of Aura whips from the hand or Aura anchors from the feat to duplicate affects similar to Vine's and Elm's Semblances in canon.

Aura can be used to activate dust (this comes from the Dust WoR video, which seems to be noncanon now) and manipulate its effects. This allows for technics like Weiss's Glyphs or that funky glass stuff that Cinder used in V2.

And finally, a secret technique passed down through the Schnee family allows the creation of an Aura construct that mimics a foe the summoner has bested (A mental requirement more than anything). While powerful, it is incredibly taxing on the summoner's Aura.

Here, Aura itself becomes the main power system akin to something like Ki from Dragon Ball or Hamon from JoJo. After awhile, the audience would get a feel for what it can do, but the writers would still have some freedom to introduce new techniques so long as they aren't too out of line with what's already been shown. Obviously, this would limit the collective abilities of Hunters more than any other option (and require the most changes to canon), but in doing so, it would could magic even more notable.

[dappersautismcreature]

some of the Minecraft like mechanic rules/fanon parts I follow in fics/art(sort of a record for me but also maybe some ideas for you!):

(long post)

RESPAWN MECHANICS: 

quick deaths like being killed by a mob in five hits or less/far fall/explosion will make it easier to respawn quickly AKA get back up and walk it off. Those deaths caused the body less prolonged stress/pain and that is why they are easier to recover from.

longer deaths like slowly burning to death/being stabbed like fifty times in order to be killed/getting punched to death/drowning/suffocating/poisoned/withered etc is harder to immediately get back up from and may require some medical care afterwards to be at full health.

kids and animals (if they can respawn as they are generally npcs and have one life) take longer to recover.

if the death comes with physical or mental stress, such as dying alongside a loved one, dying while afraid, dying under torture, dying slowly, or dying repeatedly may cause someone to pass out immediately after respawning due to physical/mental exhaustion. these deaths may also cause scarring, trauma, or long term injuries, it’s a bit of a universal mystery, almost like the chaos in the universe itself decides which deaths cause that, as well as the state of the player themselves.

TOTEMS:

when a totem cracks, it infuses the players heart with a mixture of adrenaline and like, secret lifesaving juice(the totem’s blood). totems can be used one after the other but if you use more than 5 within about 20 minutes, your blood can start to get tainted. more than 10 within 20 minutes? you’re getting close to sepsis. 20 in 20 minutes? you are actively dying of sepsis, which is a slow and lasting death. blood poisoning basically. if you get really intense and start just repeatedly popping totems every second, after about 50 you’re insta-dead, and might even die again upon respawning.

CREATIVE MODE/ADMIN PERMS:

players in creative mode are immortal demigods that can only be struck down by admins (/kill commands), admins can be both mortal or immortal gods. Admins can affect the world around them with commands, and can alter the physics and rules of the world around them. Creatives are demigods with immortality and can only become mortal or vice versa with an admin’s help. (example c!Xisuma of Hermitcraft is a mortal admin, while c!Drista of DSMP is an immortal creative, and c!Callahan of DSMP is an immortal admin)

Admin’s can be trained by past admin’s but any player can technically be one, they just might not be a very powerful one, and people might not join their server. Admin’s can only affect their server, so if they entered another they might be more knowledgable on server mechanics, but cannot access them without hacking or that server admin’s permission. 

If a server is very big and popular, their admin is usually very experienced and powerful and old. That admin may even be able to travel through the void unbothered, thought to be because they are connected to Minecraft’s root code.

MINECRAFT CREATORS:

the creators of Minecraft are dimension hopping, reality bending, incomprehensible gods. they are responsible for general spawning conditions, communicator designs(will come up later), the vanilla Minecraft items, and the very source code of this universe. 

SERVERS AND THE VOID AND THE INTERNET:

servers are kind of like planets, each planet floats in the void, has an atmosphere, etc. but they are more like dimensions in that while you could theoretically physically travel between them, it is much much safer to teleport. and also each server operates with its own rules and physics sometimes. So view server/planets as something like dimensions with dark void in between them that warps time and space. don’t view it visually as the same kind of universe as ours, more like each server is the meat in a sandwich where the bread is the void? so below and above each server is the void, and that void is the same as every other void? like wormholes.

its much easier to just use your communicator to teleport between servers, your ability to do so depends on the admin’s imposed rules for the server.

servers like Hypixel or other multiplayer game servers like it are seen as hub servers where players can meet up. MCC is a sporting event server where people can watch the more famous players compete. 

famous players usually become famous through word of mouth, or posting clips or videos of their collaborations or moments or feats. these videos can be viewed on communicators. streaming doesn’t exist as the void could not permit streaming between servers. but there are big systems on big servers for downloading new videos, and famous players upload their videos on bigger servers.

TIME AND YEARS:

minutes, hours, days, months, and years all operate the same as irl. because irl its been about 11 years since Minecraft was created, I say that its been about 1100 years since the universe was created. servers age will start from the moment of their creation. but most servers will hold true to the date on the communicators expressed for example as 1/1/1143, and every 365 days it is a new year. Unless time is said to have been passed I say in a meta way that each stream/day of filming a video is a day. Some servers can be stuck in time, but this is usually either an admin twisting code illegally, or a glitch. 

COMMUNICATORS:

when a player spawns into a new world or server they spawn in with nothing except clothing and the latest edition of the communicator. it is updated with each new mc update so as of writing this players in new worlds get communicator version 1.20. all communicators usually have the time, world chat, coordinates, light level reader, and depending on the mods in the world or the permissions, and the status of the player as player, admin, or creative, it can have things like a world map, access to code, camera features, etc etc. 

PLAYERS AND HYBRIDS:

players can be born from parents but they can also just kind of, spawn into existence. a lot of player families are found families, but these are treated as close to biological as possible. players can spawn in at any age but most are spawned in as 6-16 year olds. when players spawn in without any player family, they spawn into single-player worlds. but can figure out how to get to other worlds due to being spawned in with a communicator. often the first few years of a player’s life are lonely, so they get very attached to their found families.

the ratio of born/spawned in players is changing every day as more players are having children, but as of around 1100 the ratio is about 40/60, the ratio of non-hybrid to hybrid is about 50/50

hybrids do not have to be vanilla Minecraft mobs, though those were most common in the early years. only in the past couple centuries have demon, angel, and more bizarre hybrids begun to show up, though it is believed most of them are quite old and just remained hidden. the most common hybrids are avian, pet-hybrids like dogs and cats, goat/horse/sheep, and piglin, creeper, or enderman hybrids. hybrids do not necessarily have to be created by procreation, oftentimes they are not, and are simply spawned in. it has been this way since the beginning. 

certain dimension exclusive hybrid players will be born/spawned in their dimensions, but can travel to the Overworld.

THE NETHER AND THE END AND THE OVERWORLD:

the nether has many civilizations that are very very wary of players, however they will usually let hybrids stay with them. if they have a kind community, these players may naturally choose to stay in the nether, but usually their communities outcast them and they are driven to the overworld. to do so they will create a nether portal. the nether is close to the bottom layer of the void.

the end has the endermen civilization, who look after the dragon on each server.  hybrids can usually get by ok in these civilizations, but similarly to the nether they sometimes escape to the overworld. to do so they sneak past the ender dragon and her guards, and spawn in at world spawn. the end is close to the top layer of the void.

WATCHERS:

watchers are the only beings able to traverse the void completely safely. thought to have long ago escaped the outer edges of the end, they now live in the void somewhere. there are no known records of them, just heard about through word of mouth and legends. it is thought they can control chance, luck, and things that not even admins can influence. it is rumored they destroy servers for fun, but those reports have been proven false, it is more likely that they have motives we do not yet know. the legends surrounding them report many pairs of wings, a lot of eyes, and glowing purple magic. 

MAGIC:

like stated previously, depending on the admin’s choices, the very physics of a server can be changed, and so, some servers can be very very technical and some very magic dependent. however magic cannot be brought over onto other servers with some very specific exceptions. if a player is cursed or blessed by a particularly ancient and powerful admin or a creator. if a player is conceived and born from two players on a magical server. and lastly if a player has managed to either hack through to the code of the server, been glitched, or hacked their own player code to allow for it. it is possible for them to be able to use that specific magic even on a server that doesn’t include that possibility in its code. however this can, as you could imagine, cause chaos and/or glitches as the server fails to comprehend what is happening, so admins can add magic-blockers to their server code. 

HACKERS:

hackers are usually ex admins, the most experienced being centuries old. it is important for them to keep their PlayerName hidden as that is one of the easiest way an admin or even creator could track them down, so they usually go by alias’. they frequent anarchy servers mostly, but some occasionally search for easy targets in the hub servers. going after kids is seen as cheap and highly unethical by most hackers. 

THE CANON-ICITY OF PAST LIVES ON OTHER SERVERS:

to clarify this section is referring to situations such as YHS being canon to hc!Grian’s backstory for example, or DSMP being canon to q!Bad’s backstory etc etc. and honestly? whatever the story calls for, but I love me some cross servers backstory, I love me some backstory that includes other servers. 

that being said, sometimes a story on a server will straight up say ‘hey this isn’t a characters backstory actually’ so hell, there are other dimensions where server’s work differently. yeah.

CONCLUSION:

I probably missed a few things as my mcyt experience has been Dantdm, Popularmmos, DSMP, Hermitcraft, Life Series, and now QSMP, and I am only an English speaker. 

feel free to tell me ur Minecraft mechanic head canons in the tags <3

[reddie-fangirl24]

Walking into their bedroom, Eddie heard the shower running in the other room. Listening closely, the water pounding was louder than usual, like it was just hitting the floor. Peering into the slightly open door, Richie was sitting on the side of the tub dressed in his shower robe, his shoulders shaking. Noticing Richie's tear-streaked face, concern filled his heart and Eddie went into the bathroom.

"Richie, what's wrong?" Eddie asked, placing a comforting hand on Richie's shoulder.

Richie managed to silence his cries so he could explain himself to his boyfriend. "It's... it's my career, Eddie. It's been eating me alive lately. The stress is overwhelming."

Eddie squeezed Richie's shoulder gently. "Hey, hey, it's okay. Tell me what's been going on."

Richie took a deep breath, attempting to steady himself. He leaned against the crook of Eddie’s neck. "I've been struggling with the pressure. My career has been skyrocketing!” He emphasized with his arm, nearly smacking Eddie in the face. Talk about a role reversal. He put his hands at his sides for time-being and looked into Eddie’s caring eyes. 

“And while it's amazing, it’s been pulling at my ass... I feel like I'm constantly trying to keep up with everyone's expectations.”

“Do you think David is pushing too much publicity for you?” Eddie asked, referring to Richie’s new agent. While they were still in Derry during Eddie’s recovery, Richie quit working with Steve because of creative differences. It took a while to find a new agent, but once he did, Richie immediately hit it off with David, having the liberty to write his own comedy and not have to censor anything.

“No, David is amazing. This is the publicity that I want instead of having to play that I’m straight!” Richie cringed at that whole thing. It’s what made coming to terms with his sexuality harder. When he first performed his whole coming out act, he was so happy, practically floating above the ground. And glowing.

“So, what’s bothering you? Are you just overwhelmed?” Eddie asked him.

Richie took a deep breath. He held Eddie’s hand in his, rubbing small circles around it. “And... I’m scared that I might lose myself in all this. Like, what if I become this big tight-shot Hollywood star who's too blind to see anything in front of him?"

Not expecting that answer, Eddie stared into his boyfriend’s eyes. “Richie, you are never going to turn into that.”

“You really think so?”

“Richie, and I’m going to regret saying this, but you are the most compassionate man. Even when we were kids you were never afraid to be yourself. You are so silly and unlike other comedians, you want to make people laugh. And you want to make people feel good about themselves like you do with me,” Eddie smiled.

“Wait, I really make you laugh? I thought you were being sarcastic whenever I tried to make you laugh.” Richie raised an eyebrow, though he was teasing him.

Eddie rolled his eyes, twirling his fingers through Richie’s curly hair. “Look beyond the sarcasm and annoyance, dumbass!” Richie burst out laughing. “You make me laugh. You create your own jokes instead of copying someone else. For example, you don’t copy Jim Carrey.”

“Jim Carrey?” Richie questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t know many comedians, Richie! The point I am trying to make is that you don’t copy anyone else. You want to be you. A big shot Hollywood star goes after somebody else’s work, turns his back on others, and then fails to make original content.”

A glimmer of gratitude shone through Richie's tear-filled eyes. "Thanks, Eds. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Eddie's grip tightened on Richie's shoulder, his voice filled with reassurance. "It's okay to feel overwhelmed,” he smiled before his voice turned serious. “But I don’t want you hiding any of this from me. Come to me when you’re feeling down or stressed, or even happy about something. Please, don’t beat yourself up. I want to be here.”

Richie nodded, feeling better, but still worn out. Turning off the shower, Eddie had an idea. "Let's take a bath, Richie. It might help you unwind a bit."

Filling the bathtub with warm water and soothing bubbles, Eddie helped Richie step in. As Richie soaked in the bathtub, Eddie massaged his shoulders and neck, working to ease the tension that had built up from the stress. He leaned back into Eddie’s calming touch. When was the last time he let himself relax like this?

After a while, Eddie helped Richie out of the bath, wrapping him in another soft towel. He guided him to sit on the bed and fetched a fresh set of clothes for him. As Richie dressed, Eddie knelt in front of him, taking the time to brush his boyfriend's hair.

"How do you feel now?" Eddie asked, his voice gentle as he looked up into Richie's eyes.

Richie managed a small smile, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. "Better. Thank you, Eddie.”

Eddie smiled back, his eyes warm with compassion. "We’re all here for you no matter what, Richie.” And they shared a sweet romantic kiss that made their insides burn with passion.

[cerastes]

Any recommendations for dealing with TLK's freeze effect? Can it be silenced at all? Or should I just take low ASPD operators?

Last Knight is immune to Silence, but can be afflicted by every other Status Effect in the game. Stun, Float, Bind, you name it. Use control effects on him as much as you can.

Have a healthy mix of Area of Effect damage and high Single Target damage. The AoE will help with the trash mobs he brings, so the Single Target can more quickly refocus on him. Low ASPD Operators can work initially but his Freeze windows after he's below 50% HP is 4 seconds instead of 2, so worry less about getting Frozen and worry more about Big Single Hits, regardless of their speed. W is good, for example, because she does Physical damage, AoE, strong hits on her skills, and Stuns. Oh yeah, bring Physical Damage, he has 70 RES baseline, lol.

If you have her, Ch'ung the Hung is pretty much perfect for this since she's got Slow, Def Down, and massive hits AoE hits.

Mudrock can hold his pretty fine for a bit, though not for long. He hits VERY hard if the target is Frozen, and she will be Frozen.

Sources of True Damage work wonders. Nearl Radiant and Kal'tsit are very good. Amiya Caster S3 can help.

Texas Omertosa S3 is a good way to control him since the Sword Stuns go on even if Taxes is Frozen.

Try to spam Encounters on the way to the Knight to get the event in which you can get The Knight's Corpus. It reduces his Def by 80%, making him harder to escort but MUCH easier to kill. His Def goes from an absurd 4000 to a paltry 800 base.

I can't stress the importance of way to control him. When he dies for the first time, he will heal 25% of his HP over a period of time, mount Rocinante, and then become unblockable with a few seconds of invulnerability. Being able to slow him, bind him, etc makes your life MUCH easier on Phase 2.

[quirkwizard]

Cloud and Comic Quirk Marriage please?

New Quirk Name: Speech Balloon

This Emitter type Quirk allows the user to spew out white, cloudy speech balloons from their mouth with a Japanese-style onomatopoeia in them. When these speech balloons hit something, they unleash the effect of the word inside of them. For example, the word for burning would unleash a small flame. The user has soft control over these, being able to direct them through the air. This gives the user a versatile power, the inherent variety of their words helped on by the method of delivery. They can batter foes with various effects, apply them as floating shields, hide balloons around as traps, utilize the balloons together for greater effects, or simply use them as moving shade. Though making the speech balloons do hamper the user's throat, making it harder to create them,  they can still be destroyed by enemies. The user's lack of control can make it difficult to apply, and may end up targeting the wrong thing, and the clouds can run of juice, as shown by the words draining.

[strawberries-and-creame]

hhhnnnnggggg i love your blog its wonderful youre doing gods work ekdjdhdjdn

anyways i have a fun little scenario id like to see :v

Chahut and Amisia visit their friend, a human who's just trying to survive on Alternia, to make sure they're doing ok. They find them fighting off a group of trolls outside of an abandoned hive the human has set up shop in, clearly losing to the offenders. (human has glovekind, if you wanna know)

Some graphic detail in this since it's Alternia and a violent place. Just wanting to let anyone know if that's not something they wanna read.

Weakness is frowned upon on the planet of Alternia. You could get culled for less but nothing gets you killed quicker than being unable to defend yourself.

It's often why lower castes gets so easily erased into nothing. Their color painting the walls and areas around them as usually higher caste trolls made their end as a either a example or just for kicks. It's the brutal reality for the inhabitants there.

So for little ol you, a human, neither highblood, or even lowblood stood even less of a chance. Your delicate colored skin nothing in comparison to the local inhabitants harder more rougher skin.

With fists already bruised and tender under your gloves, chest heaving with trying to send oxygen to your starved lungs, you braced yourself for another whack from the group of trolls that had surrounded you.

This assault seemed to have lasted for what seemed like forever, it may have been only a few minuets or so but the way that pain emitted through out your entire core insisted differently.

You were fishing earlier for some much needed protein or whatever the hell Alternian fish had in comparison, it wasn't grubcake for the fifth time this week, so you weren't being picky, when trouble started.

This fishing net had apparently floated more downstream that you planned it doing and got snagged on another group of trolls' fishing spot, making their net become tangled with yours. This in turn infuriated some other trolls of different varying castes over the now useless fishing net of both theirs and yours.

You had apologized a multitude of times to them and even offered to give them the remaining bait and fish that you'd gathered earlier, but it might as well have fallen on deaf ears.

That first punch to the gut had been the most painful since you couldn't flex your abdomen muscles to soften the blow. The nausea hit you almost immediately after and you felt the sharp pain centralize there.

You cringed outwardly and held a arm up to deflect more kicks and punches towards your body while the other clenched around your stomach.

You groaned while trying to find an escape route when you saw through blurry vision two familiar figures.

_____________

"Do youu think this is enough stuuff for them, Chahuut?" The small troll asked while carrying the large box with ease.

The box was filled with various items of food, blankets, even a newly purchased hoofbeast plush sat on top, its stitched smile beaming at nothing.

The tall troll peered down with filling purple pupils, them landing on the plush. She stretched her arm out and gave the toy a pat that made it stretch down and spring back to life when she lifted her hand away. "I Think This will be good, yes."

The two of them were making their way to your hive..... house? House is what you had called it when you had invited them over previously.

The two highblooded trolls had cringed at the state of the place, it's cracked walls etching across the entirety of the hive, the floorboards seemed to cry loudly under even yours and Amisias weight.

Chahut had fallen through one of the weaker parts of the floor with a loud curse.

The hive was barren, with furniture from a previous olive blooded troll that had been shipped off planet, used and abused. The lights barely worked, and the air conditioning was non existent. Making the days when you slept terrible for rest.

You seemed so proud of the makeshift hammock you made out of old blankets and even placed flowers in a cracked vase you'd found under the sink.

They were poisonous of course and Amisia had chucked the arrangement into the yard with a concerned cry and a, "Are youu wanting to die?!"

They were real pretty though.

It was your home here on Alternia, and the two didn't have it in them to continue to trash talk the less than stellar state of it. You were their friend and they enjoyed your weirdness and optimism.

The two of them decided despite your protests to help furnish your hive at least, and get you something other than stupid grubcake.

Amisias ears perked up when she heard shouting coming from the direction of your hive.

"A alien like you shouldn't even be on this planet!" A olive troll shrieked, her metal padded bat raised high in the hair before it began it's descent, aimed for your protected head.

The bronze troll was reading a swift kick to your stomach when a flash of blue ran at him and threw him into the air before being practically skewered on a nearby lamp post.

You shrank in on yourself tighter, the adrenaline still pumping painfully through your veins. You peeked out from your tattered gloves before almost crying out in relief, the tears already filling your eyes. "You guys!"

Amisia dusted her small hands of the dust on them before beaming at you, a stark difference to the action she had just done. "Y/N... looks like youu got youurself into trouuble again." She began.

She straighted a piece of hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear then went to crack her knuckles. The noise deafening to the now still silence. "How abouut we show this troll a lesson in manners, Chahuut?"

The previous olive blood stood with wide eyes, her bat clattered to the riverbank soil below with a muffled thud. "W-What are a purple and an indigo doing here? This neighborhood is nowhere near a highblood area!"

Chahut swung her axe, the smirk on her face growing as the other troll mimicked your earlier action. "Sounds like a plan To me... They've done messed wiTh The wrong alien on This planet."

The purple blooded troll walked slowly to the both of you, piercing gaze on the troll beside you.

You scrambled to your feet and ran to hide behind them, gripping onto Chahut's pantleg. You could feel your core shake from the anxiety and fighting for your literal life mere moments ago.

Amisia took your hands and inspected them before tutting at you, her uneven eyebrows downwards. "I'm sorry Y/N... if we had known..."

You shook your head and flinched when you heard the sickening crunch of bones coming from the direction you had just been in.

The indigo didn't let you look, instead distracting you by feeling around your hands for the gnashes and bruises there. Her cold hands felt wonderful against your very warm ones.

"LiTTle blue... need any more olive?" Chahut asked as she turned her head over her shoulder, axe dripping the color previously mentioned.

She gave it a thought, looking upwards before shaking her head. "Nope, all youurs.~"

"RighTeous."

You paled and looked away. You could never get used to that.

[shyspider]

I’m not the same anon, but I love your headcanons and world building. Do your cybertronians need or require anything beyond energon? Or can they just eat them because it’s fun? Alloy or mineral supplements for example. Maybe they need “unrefined” energon because they’ve been injured and need the extra particulates?

For my main fic, I try to stay close to the '05 IDW universe with any worldbuilding and headcanons, but they leave a lot up for interpretation, and I tend to lean towards what I think is the most mecha-science-fiction I can come up with.

More under the cut because I didn't mean to write so much OR add picture references, but here we are...

The Cybes in my fic mainly require energon, BUT they are robot aliens that are incredibly versatile. Modifications can be installed where they can process different matters in their fuel tanks. Modifications that are harder to make and come by, since the war and the fall of Cybertron.

Roberts once answered a question about clothes, and I clung to the idea that during peacetime, Cybertronians indulged in luxury goods from other worlds, such as clothing, fancy furniture, art - so why not food? Why wouldn't these robot aliens be able to modify and alter themselves to taste and process certain kinds of metal, minerals, and even organic matter? Of course these kinds of mods were expensive and available for the wealthy.

For alloy and mineral supplements, to have a material-converter is not necessary, but incredibly handy. In my fic, most bots can only process certain energon-based 'foods' and when injured, go for repairs. But there are certain bots who have the mods to consume alloy, and go through an auto-repair process (nanites and whatever).

So with that in my head, and how matter-converter mods are a little harder to come by during the war, and how it seems to be a prevalent thing in IDW for bots to siphon fuel from others or to strip them for parts, it makes this scene where one of the Constructicons eating something hit a little differently.

As for the unrefined energon, I lean the way that anything can be floating in it, just like untreated water. Maybe there are beneficial particles that the nanites in Bot's fuel processors can use in repairs and fortifications (If they have the mod installed), but there is also a chance for bacteria, parasites, scraplet eggs. There could be particles that could gunk up fuel lines, or leave tears in fine mesh, or even have sediment that can settle and alter the effective flow of energon lines. Things that wouldn't affect them now could affect a Bot centuries later. I would like to imagine Scouts are trained survivalists, and can gamble safely whether to ingest pools of unrefined energon. Mostly, though, they would carry large clunky converters and avoid the risks.

I hope that answers your questions. Thank you for asking - this was kind of fun to answer and put together.

[doubleaspectrum]

Oldboy Hallway Fight Analysis

So, I recently watch Oldboy. The 2003 version, not the remake. Seriously, why do people even make those anyways? Remakes only make sense if the original creation sucks and you’re giving things another try to fix it. “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” Right? Well, OLDBOY AIN’T BROKE!

Sorry about the tangent, I just really don’t get why media outlets keep trying to improve on something that already worked. Most of the times they make things worse. Heck, if anyone can find an example that improved on a success, let me know.

Okay, I’m done this time. So, the reason I was pointed to Oldboy is because my eldest sibling showed me the famous hallway fight scene. At the time, I didn’t see how it ended, they stopped at the first moment Dae-su is knocked down and the gangsters start to crowd him.

So, of course, I figured the obvious answer, no matter how skilled Dae-su could be he’d lose the fight. Skill doesn’t account for much if you’re overwhelmed. Imagine my surprise when I was told that he wins. My jaw dropped. How could he win with those odds?! Only someone like John Wick could win and even then, he’d being using a gun! Well, when I saw the scene itself in its full glory I understood why, and my goodness I loved it!

Now, to go with the beginning parts I saw, they were good, but they were also rather par for the course when it comes to action movies.

There’s a degree of martial arts with Dae-su dancing his way into the crowd.

There’s a part where he fights pragmatically by taking a human shield.

And when he first gets crowded, he gets right back up and starts charging the crowd.

And while this is great, I’m sad to say this isn’t unique. Any other action movie character can do this. There’s no shortage of martial arts films, and we’ve seen heroes like John McClane and John Wick (there’s no shortage of Johns either) tank plenty of hits and manage to keep walking on both feet before the movie ends. So, what is it that makes Oldboy so unique? Don’t worry, I’m getting there.

The first part that really impressed me was Dae-su getting knocked down the second time. You know what he does?

He slams his hammer into his opponents’ feet!

Now this is a stroke of genius! From what I’ve seen of hydraulic press videos, everything likes to hold its shape before enough force makes the substance break in its weakest spot. This applies to the process of hammering a nail. Now, you may get those situations where the nail proves to be the weaker substance and you’ve got a bent nail, but ideally the wooden board is the weaker substance and it gives way when slammed. Now with these principles in mind, tell me what happens when a human foot is stuck between a swinging hammer and a concrete floor.

Now, if a hammer was hitting a floating limb, it would hurt but would go with the swing, but with the concrete floor as a brace, where does the force go but into the foot? It was at this point I realized that Daes-su wasn’t just fighting harder than a gang of thugs, he was outsmarting them!

On a slight side note, I have read a copy of Sun Tzu’s the Art of War, specifically without commentary. So, I remember the advice that you should know both the enemy and yourself to judge your capacity for victory. So, when I say that Dae-su was outsmarting his opponents, I made sure to judge their intelligence accordingly.

The next key part of the fight is that Dae-su gets stabbed in the back and collapses.

This lulls his opponents into a false sense of security, and they start to wonder if he’s dead. One important thing to mention, they don’t take the knife out. Now, if you have basic medical knowledge (or in my case, have read the Worst Aid page on TV Tropes) then you’ll know that what kills someone isn’t putting the knife into the body, it’s the blood loss when the knife is removed. So, when the thugs start wondering if they’ve killed a guy without removing the knife, you can assess how smart they are.

This actually plays into the greatest part of my analysis. You see, Dae-su takes everyone by surprise when he gets up and keeps fighting; from there the atmosphere changes. Suddenly, the gang doesn’t rush him all at once anymore.

They keep their distance, they back away more often, and push each other.

All around, they don’t want to get close to him. And that’s when I understand, none of them are particularly smart so as far as they can tell, some guy they just killed has come back to life and is still kicking their asses! To put it simply, they’re scared. And that makes all the difference. Suddenly this isn’t a simple fight anymore, Dae-su has engaged several opponents at once in psychological warfare, and he’s winning.

Thus, my question was answered. How did Dae-su win the fight? He wasn’t just a juggernaut or a martial artist like any other action hero; he won through tactical genius. He turned unfavorable situations into brutal counterattacks, he used his enemy’s lack of intelligence to catch them off guard, and most of all, he terrified the crap out of an entire group. Normally, we’d be worried about how much sense a fight scene can make, but when I saw this fight, it clicked together and I loved it all the more.

[scruffyplayssonic]

Are the ArchieSonic comics actually an 80's/90's syndicated cartoon? Episode 62: Stuck in an elevator (part 1)

Welcome back to my look at the ArchieSonic comic series, and how it shared a lot of the same story tropes as a typical ‘80s or ‘90s syndicated cartoon! The last few episodes have had a common theme - first the characters were stranded in the ocean, then they were stranded in the desert, and after that they were stranded in the snow. So what have we got this time?

Episode 62: Stuck in an elevator 

I mean, being stuck somewhere and being stranded somewhere are pretty much the same thing, aren’t they? But sadly there’s not really any great examples of this very specific topic in ArchieSonic. In fact the only times I can think of off the top of my head where an elevator was even shown was in the non-canon Sonic Colours adaptation in Sonic #219…

…and the times that Robotnik used a sneaky escape elevator to get away when Sonic had him cornered, such as in Sonic #38. 

So yeah, short one this week huh? If there’s any instances of being trapped in an elevator I missed, let me know in the comments! Next time-

Just kidding, I wouldn’t be doing my due diligence if I didn’t try a little harder to squeeze some blood from this metaphorical stone. So I went to TV Tropes to see what I could find on this topic. And sure enough, I hit paydirt:

So instead of shaking our heads and tutting at the lack of elevators in ArchieSonic, let’s broaden the topic to cover enemies and/or rivals being locked in a room together, which I feel is in the same spirit.

Our first example is one I’ve covered before: Sonic #24, when Snively, Robotnik, and the Freedom Fighters were all abducted by the alien collector, Carheem of Wheet. 

I don’t think there’s any need to retread this one, as I’ve brought it up a number of times for various episodes. Let’s move on. 

The next example is a very brief one from Sonic #48. Sonic had been arrested after being framed for the murder of Princess Sally, and was sentenced to life imprisonment in the Devil’s Gulag.

While he was being transported to the dreaded prison, Sonic found that he was not the only future inmate being taken there. Also along for the ride was Sleuth Dawgy Dawg (no, I’m not kidding on the name), a former intelligence operative who had worked for Uncle Chuck’s spy network but had betrayed the Freedom Fighters when Robotnik made him a better offer.

Mmmm, steak. …huh? Er no, I’m not tempted to go work for Robotnik, what are you even talking about? I think the better question is why was Sleuth still wearing a swatbot disguise when he was en route to the Gulag, considering he’d been arrested 6 issues prior? You’d think the Freedom Fighters would have had time to confiscate the tech and give him a change of clothes, for crying out loud. Anyway, the plane got shot down by swatbots before Sonic and Sleuth could say anything else to each other, so like I said, it was a pretty brief example.

Don't worry, Sonic was fine. He escaped went on to do his best Harrison Ford impression.

Next up is Knuckles #18, an issue in which we saw Knuckles also go to prison. But unlike Sonic he went there willingly, to interrogate Kragok of the Dark Legion. In the previous issue Knuckles had met Tobor, his several times removed great grandfather, a Guardian like himself. Tobor’s tenure as Guardian had been brief, as not long after he was charged with protecting Echidnaopolis, the Dark Legion had escaped the Twilight Zone they’d been imprisoned in and went on the attack.

During the battle Tobor and the then-current leader of the Dark Legion, Moritori Rex, had been transported to the Floating Island and were both buried in the rubble of a collapsing ruin (don’t ask why Echidnapolis wasn’t on the Floating Island at this time, it’s a long story). Not long afterwards Tobor’s father Hawking had arrived and accidentally rescued Moritori, mistaking him for Tobor due to him being badly injured and disfigured.

Tobor had eventually managed to dig his way out of the rubble and exiled himself from the Floating Island in shame. 

Did Tobor bother to let his family know that they’d been infiltrated by a leader of the Dark Legion? No, no he did not. Instead he just bummed around on the surface of Mobius for several hundred years until he one day spotted the Floating Island overhead and decided to go check it out, leading to him meeting Julie-Su and then Knuckles. After hearing Tobor’s story, Knuckles decided he wanted more information about it. So he went to interrogate Kragok, who had been incarcerated since Dimitri’s defeat back in Knuckles #9.

Indeed, Knuckles has a massive pair of b- …er, knuckles. Ahem. Anyway, Kragok didn’t want to cooperate, so Knuckles threw out the good guardian approach and switched to bad guardian instead.

…okay, putting aside the AGAB line for the moment to ask something a bit more disturbing - what the hell, Echidna Security Team? Why would a dangerous prisoner be allowed to keep a mechanical arm that can shoot lightning bolts? You would think that when he was arrested that his arm would have been removed and replaced with a non-lethal prosthetic instead, surely? Or hell, just let him manage with only one arm - it’s not like he’s going to need two arms that much inside a prison cell. Or maybe you could rig some sort of EMP field in the cell to disable the arm? I’m just spit-balling here, but anything seems better than letting a prisoner - who I might remind you was the leader of a terrorist organisation - keep a dangerous weapon in his cell.

Anyway, what happened next?

Buggered if I know. A non-specific thing happened and somehow Knuckles and Kragok found themselves trapped in the Twilight Zone - the Dark Legion's former prison. At least at this point Knuckles was able to overpower Kragok and forced him to talk, under the threat of having his face blown off with his own arm.

And what did Knuckles learn from this?

Honestly, not much that hadn’t already been said by Tobor. The main takeaway was that Tobor being replaced wasn’t a freak accident, but actually had been planned by Moritori Rex. This explains how Tobor’s family hadn’t been able to tell that Moritori was an imposter - Moritori had been able to learn everything about Tobor prior to their battle by spying on him for years. We also learned that Moritori was Kragok’s father, but this was later retconned to say that Moritori was actually Kragok’s grandfather instead. Or I guess you could argue that Kragok had just been lying to Knuckles about his parentage, that works too. Anyway, after the exposition dump Kragok and Knuckles managed to escape back to the real world through a portal, but Kragok was intercepted by Tobor (the real one), who yeeted both himself and Kragok right back into the Twilight Zone.

Our next two characters who were locked in an elevator room together are Grand Chief Lupe of the Wolfpack and Queen Hathor of the Felidae, leaders of rival Soumerican clans who had a long history of mistrust and violence caused by territory disputes and both tribes trying to claim ownership of a gemstone called the Ancient Onyx. Dr Eggman’s Dark Egg Legion had previously tried to get their tribes to go to war against each other by stealing the Ancient Onyx, but Sonic, Sally, and Big the Cat had helped to reveal the true villains and negotiate a peaceful co-existence for both tribes.

In Sonic #237 Dr Eggman sent Mecha Sally to abduct both leaders, hoping to undo Sally's efforts by causing each tribe to blame each other for their leader's disappearance and go to war.

Not long afterwards Team Fighters arrived in the Wolf Pack Nation and were informed of Lupe’s abduction by two of her former freedom fighters, Leeta and Lyco. They joined forces to investigate and soon came across Hathor in the jungle, fleeing for her life from Eggman’s forces.

“Emissary” Hathor then explained how she and Chief Lupe had been held captive together. 

So yeah, while Lupe and Hathor were still rivals and there was still a lot of mistrust between their two tribes, they were able to begrudgingly put their differences aside to work together on an escape plan. Team Fighters, Hathor, and Leeta and Lyco were able to rescue Lupe and “the Queen,” giving us one of my favourite lines in ArchieSonic:

Sorry, Drago. This queen did not slay. 🙁

Unfortunately Tumblr’s image posting limit means that I’m going to need to make a part two for this episode. I'm attempting to upload both parts at the same time, so if you don't see the other one then treat yourself to a little refresh. :)