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punkscowardschampions · 8 months ago

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Ruster & Nancy

Rio: [Okay, we are in mid-late Feb of 2031 now, after the Christmas where y’all did the most to ignore each other and had a VERY tense time I am sure, baby Maggie was indeed conceived and Ali has excitedly done the rounds telling the fam]

Rio: When your parents tell you, expect you to think of something cleverer than an I told you so

Buster: I didn’t tell them so, we don’t talk about you

Rio: Definitely what I meant

Rio: but I’m glad the tea time chat isn’t that dire for you all

Buster: It’s obvious what you meant

Rio: You were off anyway, didn’t happen until Christmas

Buster: Within the acceptable margin for error, or in this case Eggnog and Snowballs

Rio: Sure but that’s not romantic and Mama makes everything a story

Buster: I’m not her target audience for a bedtime one, her hands are full

Rio: Should be

Rio: Even the twins think they’re too old for it though, you know how it is, Ava must be the same

Buster: Yeah, [her age rn] going on [a big age cos Ava is that bitch]

Rio: Exactly

Rio: even when it looks like they’re still playing dress-up

Buster: Nance does, though at what is anyone’s guess

Rio: [naming the brands we know Nancy likes] mannequin

Rio: she looks great though

Buster: She looks like everyone else here, she’s achieving her goal at least

Rio: Isn’t that something you have in common?

Buster: No, my friends wish they looked half as good as I do

Rio: Right 😏

Buster: It is, you’ve seen for yourself often enough

Rio: I can barely remember Christmas

Buster: Why would you want to?

Rio: What good is blocking it out?

Buster: A temporary reprieve still is

Rio: That’s what the 🥂 was for but not trying to make it a habit

Buster: You’ve got years to decide your unhealthy crutch of choice

Rio: Or years to work on not needing one

Buster: Either/or

Rio: You only have faith in yourself, is it

Buster: Your new daddy has all the faith, I don’t doubt he’ll keep you on the straight and narrow where your other nan never could

Rio: Shut up

Rio: I am actually too old for any parenting now and becoming a nun isn’t the 10-year plan

Buster: And any need for the costume is still months away

Rio: And Nance is liable to change her mind last minute so I know better than to get on theme too early, yeah

Buster: I could have equal say about the party planning bullshit if I wanted, bear that in mind

Rio: You think you look better than everyone all the time, you’ve no need to mastermind it

Buster: Less of an opinion more of a fact

Rio: There’s always enough guests for you to avoid me

Rio: no need to try to make me look bad

Buster: I couldn’t make you look any worse than [whatever Nancy’s worse theme has been in his opinion]

Rio: Or [the one you liked the least], that was rough

Rio: Don’t you ever want to have separate parties?

Buster: I will when she upsets me to the extent she deserves to realise how many of our friends prefer me, as of yet, she hasn’t

Rio: A sweet gesture wrapped up in an egotistical facade

Buster: Payback in the form of a guest list

Rio: The baby will be here by then

Buster: I look forward to seeing how you’ll use it as a prop

Rio: You think my new daddy is going to let it out of his sight

Buster: He doesn’t have eyes on any of his other kids

Rio: Not yet

Rio: She was never going to be thrilled when this day came but you can’t keep someone from their kids because you don’t like them

Buster: Of course you can, there’s an entire branch of law dedicated to the pursuit

Rio: Is that what you’re going to do

Buster: God no

Rio: The biggest ick

Buster: Other people’s kids and the endless discussions about them?

Rio: Subtle

Rio: it’s exciting news, there’s not been a baby for ages

Buster: There’s almost constant babies, you’re just desensitised at this point because most of them have come out of your mother

Rio: I’m not desensitised because babies are always a gift, psycho

Rio: you’re such a boy about it

Buster: Gifts are something you can return

Rio: Oh my God

Rio: how can you look at those chubby cheeks and little hands and not want to look after them?

Buster: Because I refuse to be tricked by biology, not to mention, most babies aren’t even cute

Rio: Yes they are!

Rio: ALL babies are cute

Rio: this is because you’ve not been raised with animals

Buster: Nancy and I weren’t, you’ve looked at the newborn pictures

Rio: You were, just a bit pink

Buster: The word is premature, but if you feel like colour coding us, I’d probably pick purple

Rio: You still had the tiny fingernails and the little pouty lips and button nose, like all babies

Rio: I’m not going to collude in this baby slander

Buster: Nor am I in propaganda that encourages your already inevitable underage pregnancy

Rio: Wow, never heard that one before 🙄

Rio: not gonna happen, thank you very much

Buster: You’re welcome for the reminder that isn’t romantic and you aren’t living in a story

Rio: My mama lost out on her childhood and teenage years, I don’t need you to tell me anything, I saw it

Buster: Good, you’d only accuse me of lecturing again

Rio: You love doing it

Buster: I loved your silent treatment more

Rio: I noticed

Buster: So why break it now?

Rio: Why be nice to you?

Buster: Because you can’t help yourself

Rio: Clearly I can

Rio: or I’d not be here now

Buster: You’re here expecting me to help you, the same as before

Rio: Help how, exactly?

Rio: I’m happy they’re having a baby, there’s nothing to be done about it

Buster: You tell me, it’s your expectation

Rio: You’ve made it clear you owe me nothing

Buster: Clearly I haven't, or you’d have nothing to say to me

Rio: You can try again

Buster: None of my effort is reserved for you

Rio: Then you can get over it

Buster: And you can take your happy news somewhere else, I’m sure some of the family share your excitement, play the odds

Rio: Fine, do you think that Edie is going to be okay with it, when the shock wears off?

Buster: By the time the shock wears off she’ll have another brother or sister, so, no, I don’t

Rio: I don’t understand why she’s so upset by it

Buster: She’s been raised on fairytales but robbed of her own, I’d feel cheated too if I was her

Rio: But she’s always known it was him, we all have

Rio: I used to feel upset by it too but her daddy wasn’t a much better match for mum than mine

Buster: I barely know her, but I grasp the concept of fighting something you don’t want to accept, even when everyone else has

Rio: Is there anything I can do, in the meantime

Rio: I can’t just sit and watch her wait for something that’s never going to happen now

Buster: There are always things you can do, both for her sanity and to protect yours

Rio: It’s like she wants nothing to do with any of us anymore

Buster: Building a wall gives the illusion of safety, and distance

Rio: Yeah

Rio: and if I could believe it then I could just leave her to it, I would but

Buster: It hurts to want shit you can’t have, whoever’s in your way becomes a target of your lashing out, someone to blame

Rio: I’d sooner be a punching bag than stonewalled

Rio: maybe if I can talk to Django, she would listen to him

Buster: She knows that, which is why she’s not letting you be

Rio: None of us asked for this

Buster: Your mum did

Rio: Okay but have the issue with her

Rio: I’m seen as picking a side when I just want everyone to be happy

Buster: Everyone isn’t and won’t be, by wanting that you’ve picked a side, you’re asking Edie to change her mind, what she wants

Rio: I can’t ask my mum to change hers

Buster: Meaning she has to be the one to compromise, in no world is she going to think that’s anything but unfair

Rio: Right now

Rio: I just have to wait then, for her to come ‘round in her own time

Buster: Putting a time limit on it is for you and everyone else

Rio: I just want it to be better, than it has been since last summer

Buster: She does too, but her definition of what would make her feel better isn’t the same as yours

Rio: We’re a family, we can’t get any more fractured, what we need to do is come closer together

Buster: You can’t force her, her deadbeat dad is her family as well, unfortunately

Rio: He’s never around

Buster: Which she’ll get the opportunity to blame Johnny for more than ever now

Rio: Ughhhhhh

Rio: you’re meant to be giving me some kind of hope here

Buster: You told me to keep my hope for myself, remember

Rio: Hm

Rio: Surprised you do

Buster: I wasn’t blackout until much later

Rio: You weren’t the only one making up for lost time there

Buster: Dry January isn’t very worthwhile otherwise

Rio: You love a challenge

Buster: I rarely actually get one though

Rio: I believe you

Rio: kind of

Buster: Your belief is irrelevant, it’s mine that matters

Rio: Your challenges are in your past, you want that the story, so it is

Buster: Past, present or future, I’ll overcome them regardless

Rio: Why would I root for anything else?

Buster: You can do whatever you want, your actions and feelings don’t affect me

Rio: Okay

Rio: you don’t need to give the speech again

Buster: Don’t I?

Rio: Nope

Rio: I know how irrelevant my existence is to you, that doesn’t change what I’m going to do or say

Buster: Evidently, something we have in common

Rio: I don’t believe you but I don’t have to

Rio: it is what it is

Buster: We are who we are

Rio: Like it or not, boy

Buster: I don’t need to like you, thankfully

Rio: It’d be a waste of your time to hate me

Buster: Indifference doesn’t waste any

Rio: Sure

Rio: if you’re capable of that sort of thing

Buster: There are no limits to what I’m capable of

Rio: It’s not a brag, indifference is the opposite

Buster: I’m not bragging about anything except being able to do whatever I want to

Rio: Anyone can do that, it’s the easiest thing in the world

Buster: If that was true more people would

Rio: People don’t because they’re trying to be better

Buster: Ideally, but usually they don’t because they’re scared

Rio: Why would you be scared of getting what you want?

Buster: I’m not

Buster: actions have consequences and other people don’t like facing up to them, that’s all

Rio: Getting what you want isn’t a consequence, it makes you soft

Buster: Not if you work hard every day for it, the negative consequences are for those who don’t get what they want because you did

Buster: like in the example of your mum and Edie, everything has a knock-on effect

Rio: We can all get what we need

Buster: Tell that to Junior’s dad, but you’ll have to find him first

Rio: If he knew what he needed we’d not be in this situation

Buster: You’d be in another, different fuck up of your mum’s making

Rio: It’s not her fault

Buster: Why isn’t it her responsibility to do better? You’re quick to point my apparent flaws out and how I should

Rio: She did better by leaving him, which happened years ago

Buster: She would’ve by leaving him alone in the first place

Rio: What a useless thing to say

Rio: Give up on love and isolate, even if this wasn’t retroactive advice, it still sucks

Buster: It wasn’t love, pretending is what’s useless

Rio: You don’t know that

Rio: If she couldn’t be with Johnny then she deserved to find 2nd best

Buster: We both do

Buster: she’s with him about to have a kid, whatever stopped her then isn’t now, the excuse of can’t is null and void

Rio: You’re bringing up the past

Buster: What do you want me to say, it doesn’t matter?

Rio: Of course it fucking matters but he’s the nutcase kidnapping a child to get revenge, you don’t need to agree with him and blame my ma

Buster: I don’t agree with him, but she isn’t blameless, nothing works like that

Rio: I don’t care about loopholes, there’s right and there’s wrong

Rio: none of us but you claim to be perfect but her wrongs don’t excuse his now

Buster: Fine, I don’t care about coming to his defence

Rio: No shit, you’re doing it to be an arsehole to me as per

Buster: Take a hint and I wouldn’t have to

Rio: You have to problem with me that you claim to, you should be able to keep on subject

Rio: but you never do

Buster: You never listen to me on any subject

Rio: You stopped being interesting and started this charade

Buster: You’re interested exclusively in coming crying to me about shit that isn’t none of my business

Rio: That’s all you’d reply to, I’m not naive

Buster: Stop being desperate for my replies

Rio: I need someone to talk to about this

Buster: That someone isn’t me

Rio: Yeah, it is

Rio: you know all the players but you’re not involved

Rio: you can be objective and you’re not an adult so you won’t blab

Buster: I’m involved if you insist on involving me, babe

Rio: You’re not here

Rio: and it could be mutual but you never have any problems so that’s your only

Buster: You aren’t giving me an incentive

Rio: Then I’ll give you a problem

Rio: the oppression points are sorely needed for your UCAS app

Buster: You’ve got the wrong twin if you think I’m going to make yours mine and force myself front and centre

Rio: That’s why I can’t go to Nance, obviously

Rio: I can tell her when my friends or boyfriends are pissing me off but not for this

Buster: I wouldn’t go to her for that if I were you, but that’s your prerogative and mistake to make

Rio: It’s not that deep

Buster: Naturally, she has no depth

Rio: Okay as long as it’s stated you’re the one making the comments right now, we can agree

Buster: Unless I’m really off my face and all bets are off too, I’m not going to tell her

Rio: Me either

Rio: plus I’ve heard you say worse to her face so even if I was that sort of bitch, hardly worth it

Buster: Exactly, she’s my sister, I can say it

Buster: even if I have to threaten anyone else who does

Rio: She has her own friend and boyfriend dramas, for sure

Buster: Don’t start me on either subject

Rio: She’s not going to sleep with any of your friends either, ick doesn’t cover the terrible reputations they have

Buster: She will when the time’s right, like me and my separate birthdays

Rio: Maybe but right now she doesn’t trust any of them

Buster: Like I said, she isn’t that stupid

Rio: I think it would weird me out, if I had to share friends with any of my siblings

Buster: None of my friendships are that deep

Rio: I guess you’re just unlucky the separation isn’t easy

Rio: Edie was never going to try to hang with me and mine

Buster: It’s easy to keep tabs on her when we do, I can’t trust her either, not for the sake of our blood tie you claim is super important

Rio: You’d be mortified if she was, admit it

Buster: I’m mortified by her as is, cheers

Rio: You just expect better

Rio: you should probably teach law, you’d love to get paid to lecture people who will listen

Buster: Haven’t you heard, teaching’s for cunts that can’t do

Rio: Allegedly but Rocky became a cop and I think we hate them even more

Rio: he still gets invited to things

Buster: His loss

Rio: Are you going to be a defense lawyer?

Buster: What do you think?

Rio: Almost definitely but it’s been a while since you told me

Buster: I’m not looking for someone to confide in, you are

Rio: But you can

Buster: I don’t want to

Rio: You could need to

Buster: I don’t need anything from you

Rio: Alright

Buster: You throw me off balance

Rio: How?

Buster: You just always have

Rio: Your world is too small

Buster: It’s a bubble, I’m counting down to the pop, you already know that

Buster: [speaking of, give her a new updated countdown to uni cos it’s been months since the first]

Rio: It’s so long away

Rio: I’m so sick of not being 18

Buster: When you are you’ll wish you’re 21

Rio: You will, being in the states

Buster: Yeah

Buster: I’m going with school [whenever he is, because we said that and why not bring it back at whatever point suits us, hence I won’t commit us now to whether it’s before y’all get together or after or for how long he’s going yet either cos again tbd]

Rio: Then you’ll know for sure

Rio: that’s cool, you’ve got a shorter countdown until that goal

Buster: [give that countdown in days or whatever you’re doing for your unit of measurement, however long away it is]

Rio: Why do you get to go try out being a lawyer and everything I want to do I can’t until I’m an adult

Rio: talk about unfair

Buster: Privilege, [the name of his school] likes to at least pretend they give a shit about my future

Rio: Sure, they can list you in the notable alumni then

Buster: [a list], it’s on their website

Rio: [picking out the only famous in a celebrity way person because it’s usually politicians and other bores] 😍

Buster: Obama and his wife both went to Harvard Law

Rio: There you go, you can meet your Michelle

Buster: As long as she’s an international student as well, I can’t marry an American

Rio: Never live that down

Buster: My standards are too high to live with that accent for the rest of my life

Rio: You’re one to talk

Buster: What’s wrong with the way I talk?

Rio: Wrong is a harsh way to put it

Buster: You implied it

Rio: You’ve heard that craic off grandad forever

Buster: Well yeah, but I like him more than I like you, so I’m willing to let it slide

Rio: How rude

Buster: I am, according to you

Rio: If I say you’re putting it on, you tell me you’re not

Buster: I’ve been putting on a fake accent for ages, if I am

Rio: An accent that goes well with the rudeness

Buster: Precisely, I fit in

Rio: I know

Rio: you’d ensure you did whatever, I don’t blame you

Buster: I know how the game is played

Rio: You’re not stupid

Buster: I don’t lose, never will

Rio: Good

Rio: I think you’d be a sore loser

Buster: What kind of pussy accepts defeat graciously?

Rio: Exactly

Buster: [an anecdote that’s from when they were little like remember when we did such and such and you lost and you were so mad/upset/whichever because he remembers all these moments vividly]

Rio: Your memory is so selective because I remember when [throwing it back at him like remember when you did this because you didn’t win]

Buster: You don’t, that didn’t happen

Rio: Yes it did, we all got into trouble

Buster: [a retelling of this story which is twisted to fit his narrative, like we got in trouble because xyz, blatantly implying it’s her fault cos she made him mad about something, cos always]

Rio: You’ve always been full of it

Buster: You always make me angry

Rio: Everything makes you angry, not just me

Buster: I have self-control when you’re not around

Rio: You just take it out in different ways

Buster: More productive ways, you just like getting me into trouble

Rio: Nonsense, I’m never in trouble

Buster: Because I am instead, the direct comparison makes you look good

Rio: Yeah, it’s all part of my evil plan

Rio: because this family really values being saintly

Buster: Shame it isn’t, you’d be more interesting

Rio: Why would I be trying to interest you

Buster: You can’t help yourself again, babe

Rio: You can’t help being interested

Buster: I don’t deny wishing you were less boring, I just said so

Rio: I know how this works

Buster: Congrats on managing to keep up for once

Rio: There’s nothing more desperate than an attempt to prove otherwise, you can find that entertainment anywhere else

Buster: True, I’m used to your lack of

Rio: You’re not used to my anything

Buster: You wish

Rio: Last I hear, we’re strangers

Buster: Not yet, you keep finding your way back into contact

Rio: You unblocked me, honey

Buster: Nance probably did, she can’t remember her own phone pin to save her life, she’s constantly locked out and has to borrow mine

Rio: You’re making yourself sound so dumb right now

Rio: as if you let her near your phone, please

Buster: Why wouldn’t I?

Rio: Because she famously cannot be trusted

Buster: I don’t have anything to hide, the worst she could do is leak nudes I’m unconcerned if people see

Rio: Then you’re boring, if you really have nothing you’d keep private on your phone

Buster: I’m not ashamed of anything on there, she can’t use what doesn’t upset me against me

Rio: It’s not about upsetting or shame though

Buster: Her motives are

Rio: If you don’t get wanting to have things said between just you and the person you’re talking to then I don’t know what to tell you

Buster: I make my feelings known to whoever I’m talking to

Rio: And your sister, not weird at all

Buster: You’re turning it into something weird with whatever imaginary phone conversations you think I’m having

Rio: You’ve invented this whole fake scenario so you don’t have to admit you unblocked me at some point so

Buster: I don’t remember unblocking you, there’s hardly a conspiracy

Rio: but Nancy is constantly on your phone and you don’t care if she’s seen your nudes, cool

Buster: If she’s looking at or for them that’s her future therapy bill, I’m not showing her

Rio: Well that’s something

Buster: What secrets do you want me to have?

Rio: I wasn’t hinting at a body or anything sinister

Rio: why are you making it out to be a big thing?

Buster: Why are you hinting that me and Nance have something fucked up going on?

Rio: You can make calls without unlocking your phone, I’m pointing out that you’re not being real

Buster: Who calls anyone? Except granddad on my birthday

Rio: Because you need to do emergency texting when you’re out of it

Rio: you’d just book the uber for her, why bother with this performance

Buster: My parents aren’t blood related, you know, wanting my sister isn’t in my DNA

Rio: Christ, no one said that

Buster: You’re practically saying it right now

Rio: I’m really not

Buster: Don’t

Rio: I say things to people I’m interested in that I’d not risk my siblings reading, that’s it

Buster: And I have face-to-face conversations with girls I’m interested in, allegedly a novel concept to you

Rio: Who doesn’t sext these days?

Buster: I knew your boyfriends were all talk without you needing to point it out

Rio: 🙄 Very mature

Buster: We’ve established you’ve got more of an interest in people than I do

Rio: You’ve already said you think I’ll be a teen mum, which is laughable

Buster: Proving me wrong by not having to raise a kid while you still are will be its own reward, I won’t need to pat you on the back

Rio: I’ve nothing to prove to you

Buster: Don’t then

Rio: I don’t care what you think, you just bullshit anyway

Buster: When?

Rio: I’m not going to sit here and parrot it all back to you, you know you’re not being honest and you know when you’re distorting what could be

Rio: do as you please but don’t expect me to buy it

Buster: I honestly don’t remember unblocking you, you wanting a different truth doesn’t mean I’m lying

Rio: It isn’t about that

Rio: forget it

Buster: What’s it about?

Rio: Yeah, right

Buster: Tell me

Rio: No, Buster

Rio: because you get to deny everything

Buster: Do you seriously want me to admit everything?

Rio: You’re right that there’s no point us talking if it’s going to be like this

Buster: I told you so, here the phrase finally is

Rio: Better late than never

Buster: You’re the one who’s full of it if you genuinely believe things can be different, that there’s another way for us to talk

Rio: You’ve not tried, because then you’d have to admit you were wrong

Buster: You have no fucking idea how hard I’m trying

Rio: You think I’m not?

Buster: You think we can be friends or something

Buster: that’s bullshit

Rio: And you think you can ignore me forever

Buster: If you agreed to do the same, I could

Rio: I’m immature for thinking we could be friends but you pretending none of us exist is the bigger thing to do, why

Buster: Because I can’t control what’ll happen if I don’t

Rio: You can’t control it anyway but you’re obsessed with the illusion

Buster: I have to try

Rio: I can’t stop you

Buster: You shouldn’t want to

Rio: You don’t care what I want, or think, you’ve made it clear

Rio: you don’t get to actually change my mind though

Buster: Back at you, babe

Rio: Don’t come back in March

Rio: limit it to the ones you’re not allowed to miss

Buster: Fine by me

Rio: Great

Buster: [Okay so on the eve of St Paddy’s sometime, catch him coming at his sister]

Buster: I’m staying, don’t go

Nancy: What, why?

Buster: Because we can have our own celebrations

Nancy: You do remember no one does it here

Buster: Exactly, don’t you want to show them all how it’s done?

Nancy: Why don’t you want to go, it’s like your favourite holiday

Buster: Come on, Nance, you have to agree it’s getting boring, the same bullshit year after year

Nancy: I don’t know, it’s not like we’d be doing anything else here on a [whatever random day the 17th has fallen on this year]

Buster: You love throwing a party with a theme

Nancy: Like any of them need an excuse to mock our heritage ever, I’m not throwing a party for them to do it

Buster: You can mock how [whoever she’s beefing with rn] looks in green

Buster: especially if you make their outfit clash with their skin tone post shots

Nancy: What are you actually up to?

Buster: I could be up to lots of things given the ideal atmosphere

Nancy: Ew, disgusting

Buster: Blame [a girl we’re pretending this is all for the benefit of, even though it absolutely isn’t], I think she should get to know me better, that’s all

Nancy: Why on earth would I want to be around that

Buster: You’ll get to be around [boys he normally doesn’t let her hang around with aka his footie or boxing pals he’s throwing under the bus atm lol] too

Nancy: 🤨

Buster: What now?

Nancy: You’re perfectly aware I don’t trust you, you’re a very untrustworthy person

Buster: So are you, that doesn’t mean we can’t mutually benefit from plans I’m making for my own

Nancy: I’m not interested in your sweaty friends

Buster: Fine, don’t be

Buster: I’ll host by myself

Nancy: Okay, freak

Nancy: make us both a laughing stock in the process because you’re on one

Buster: Says you, what’s your problem?

Nancy: You’re far too keen it’s giving loser energy

Buster: Perhaps I was just trying to appeal to yours

Nancy: HILARIOUS

Nancy: [this girl] is literally a generous 6, you’re going to ruin my social life for that?

Buster: Obviously she isn’t my real target, I’m not stupid enough to tell you which of the friends that she’d bring with her is

Nancy: Bold of you to imagine I’d care

Nancy: the thought of it sickens me

Buster: Very dramatic, are you done yet?

Nancy: If you were banking on us being seen as more reliable together than alone then you’ve obviously suffered a brain injury

Nancy: they’ll either let you alone or they won’t

Buster: I was banking on you organising the party so I didn’t have to

Nancy: No thank you, absolutely no one looks good in green

Buster: An absolute lie

Nancy: It’s not a lie that I’ve done my best to lose any hint of an accent, not for you to spoil it all in a manic episode

Buster: We’ve never had any hint of an accent

Nancy: You’re ignorant to criticism, you always have been

Buster: Stop criticising me then, you’re wasting your breath

Nancy: I don’t want any part in your humiliation

Nancy: but I’ll see who is available to go out, perhaps

Buster: [whatever the drug of choice is at this age at this era, using the kinda silly posh slang he mocked because trying to get her on side] is going to be available, that much organisation I have already done

Nancy: We both get the same allowance, what makes you think I can’t get my own

Buster: Why wouldn’t you use mine and save yours?

Buster: Don’t be an idiot, flattering shades of green aren’t going to shop for themselves

Nancy: I’ve spent this month’s already

Buster: That’s a shame, I’d offer to lend you some but you’d only call my mental health further into question

Nancy: You can give me some to look the other way to whatever nonsense you’re pulling that requires you to be in town instead of in Dublin

Buster: Yeah, potentially

Nancy: Do or don’t, girls literally never have to pay, I can get whatever drugs I want from anyone

Buster: You do that, Nance

Nancy: This has been deeply weird and unpleasant

Buster: I just don’t want to go, why can’t you just not be a bitch about it?

Nancy: Have we met?

Buster: Regrettably

Nancy: What’s wrong with you, did you get an A- on a test or something

Buster: I wouldn’t open up to you now if I had

Nancy: Rightly so, do get a grip

Buster: Forget I said anything, use your dyslexic brain fog to someone’s advantage for once

Nancy: I don’t even think that’s a thing

Buster: You’re the expert

Nancy: Not really but they have to give me what I want to not discriminate so worth it

Buster: Enjoy Dublin’s nonsense, I personally can’t wait to hear who else is having a baby next

Nancy: I’ve not decided what I’m doing

Buster: Of course you haven’t

Nancy: And who else would be having a baby?

Nancy: Maybe Tommy and his mrs, if they can

Buster: More to the point, who cares?

Nancy: Grouchy

Nancy: it’s not as if mum and dad will get the bug, way too risky

Buster: You think I’m your humiliating relative having a breakdown, look around when you get to the pub

Nancy: Why are you taking such a stance?

Buster: Why aren’t you?

Nancy: Because I couldn’t care less, it’s fun and entertaining

Nancy: no one’s family here has any interesting problems, it’s all the usual, gambling, affairs, drugs, blah blah blah

Buster: None of it is interesting to me

Nancy: Clearly

Buster: But you’re right, you’re a liability rather than a help

Nancy: Ooh, reverse psychology, very clever 🙄

Nancy: I’m going to do what I want, as are you, there’s no need to collaborate

Buster: You need a brain to study for those tactics to work

Nancy: You’re in such a mood, oh my GOD

Nancy: is one of the parentals cheating, have you found out?

Buster: I’ll make sure you’re the last to know

Nancy: That’s not fair, they’re my parents too

Buster: Why would I play fair?

Nancy: I know who I’ll live with anyway, I worked that all out yonks ago

Buster: They’d hardly fight over you, you’re the least favourite

Nancy: 💔💔💔💔

Nancy: You’re the one intent on crying, dear brother

Buster: No I’m not, I’ve already made my intentions as clear as possible

Nancy: It’s unfortunate that Ava will insist on being buffeted back and forth but at least we can part ways

Buster: You wish

Nancy: You’d obviously go with mum

Buster: I’d split my time, they both have merits to their parenting

Nancy: 🥱

Buster: Yeah, your Parent Trap fantasy is predictably tedious

Nancy: As is your Gatsby party

Buster: If only [someone we’re shading] would drown in the pool

Nancy: If you’re going to kill someone, please do some homework first, write the manifesto, make it interesting

Nancy: not going to get a Netflix doc for any old run-of-the-mill thing

Buster: I’ve done all my homework

Nancy: Going to have to replace the hot tub but I suppose I’ll survive in the interim

Buster: The cockroach comparison writes itself

Nancy: Wowwww

Buster: The least you could do is aspire to be a green insect, but alas

Nancy: So bitchy 🐈

Nancy: You’re obviously going to have the damn party regardless of my valid protestations so who fucking cares

Buster: Maybe I fucking care, Nance

Nancy: Why?

Buster: Because you’re my sister, other people give a shit about their siblings, allegedly

Nancy: Are you already pissed?

Nancy: Lordy, if you want to be this sentimental you can go terrify the child, she’s your sister too

Buster: I know, she acts like it

Nancy: Because she’s 8, she knows no better

Buster: Because she’s better than you, at 8

Nancy: So I’ve been told

Buster: Rightly so

Nancy: How predictable of you

Buster: I wouldn’t waste my time on originality for your sake

Nancy: You would prefer the company of a people-pleasing child, you’ve described your whole circle

Buster: Your circle defying description isn’t the flex you think it is

Nancy: Neither is your plea for being a family, we’re not

Buster: You’re not, because this family doesn’t have the appropriate lineage for you

Nancy: They don’t care about us, they never have, you’re actually delusional if you think they do

Buster: You’re delusional claiming they don’t

Nancy: Get real, Buster, you’re not 8 now

Buster: And you’re not 18 yet, get a grip

Buster: you won’t be able to take care of yourself even when you are

Nancy: When are they ever here, what do they even do

Nancy: We’ve looked after ourselves since we were [whatever ludicrous age you are claiming ‘cos you’ve never been left alone lol]

Buster: Check the calendar

Buster: not to mention your selective memory

Nancy: They’re off on a jaunt so dad can get blackout and you’re actively having a meltdown, they should give a fuck, that’s their jobs, allegedly

Buster: Not wanting to go to Dublin isn’t having a meltdown it’s possessing common sense

Nancy: Whatever you say

Buster: Rio’s been crying to me since before Christmas, constantly telling me how terrible her life is, I’ve had my fill of the misery without needing to catch a flight

Nancy: Oh God, just avoid her

Buster: I blocked her for ages, she still won’t take the hint

Nancy: I’ll talk to her instead, I want to know all the gossip

Buster: Which is the reason she avoids you

Nancy: She doesn’t avoid me

Buster: She hasn’t told you any of it

Nancy: I don’t know, tell me what she’s told you, maybe she has

Buster: She told me she can’t confide in you

Nancy: Really?

Buster: Unsurprisingly, no-one can

Nancy: I don’t know why she would say that, we talk all the time

Buster: Because it’s true, she only talks to you about her boyfriends and her friend drama, yeah? That’s what she said

Nancy: I can’t believe she said that to you, of all people

Buster: She’s desperate to speak to someone who isn’t waiting for their chance to talk and pass the gossip on

Nancy: Ha, WOW

Nancy: well now I definitely want to go

Buster: You’re welcome

Nancy: You’re such a prick for not telling me ‘til now

Buster: You refuse to do me any favours

Nancy: No duh, because you’re such a little rat

Buster: You’re too preoccupied with your own manufactured drama to notice she can’t stand you, you dropped the ball, Nance

Nancy: She’s just upset about her family drama, lashing out, which is way uncalled for but hey

Buster: She’s upset you’re selfish and untrustworthy, which is ridiculous considering you always have been, but nevertheless

Nancy: How can I be there for her if she’s not telling me the story? How is that MY fault, oh my gosh

Buster: You can’t, she knows that

Nancy: Everyone in this supposed family has such an agenda against me

Buster: I’m not entertaining your victim complex

Nancy: Why would you ever acknowledge the truth when you want to play happy families

Buster: Her opinion’s justified, you’ve proven time and again you can’t be relied on for anything, none of that is anyone’s fault but yours

Nancy: Never mind the fact no one is ever here for me

Nancy: but no, I have to be for all of you and do it perfectly or so help me

Buster: Your selective memory strikes again, I used to be here for you

Nancy: Oh please, your one and only concern is yourself, I don’t know why you’d fake otherwise to the child

Buster: The amount you don’t know is staggering

Nancy: Ha ha

Nancy: just be honest about who you are, I don’t want you to try and be some protective, affectionate brother type, it’s so weird and disingenuous

Buster: I am being honest, brutally I’ve been told

Nancy: Let’s keep it that way, your business is yours and mine is mine

Buster: Consider it done

Nancy: Toodles

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generic-goe · 2 years ago

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Here’s chapter 2.

Obligatory spoilers for the regular and “other” ending for chapter 2.

Same rules as before. Your max health is divided by 2 (originally it was gonna be 10, then 5, but 2 was more reasonable), save points no longer heal, and dropping into the dark world halves your current health. All bullets move 10% faster, deal 30% more damage, and invincibility frames are halved. Oh, and healing items and other heal sources only deal 25% health back (to fit with the half health). All battles give half money (rounded down). All the enemies have double health and ACTs give half spare percentage. Enemies also never get tired normally. You can also interact with Ralsei’s Cooking Cauldron™ to fully heal all party members.

Starts as normal, except if you talked to Noelle chapter 1 and get the Light Candy, it’ll only heal 10% of its normal amount instead of 25%.

I’m the fight dojo, the life earnings win is -1 D$ (You lose a dollar), the graze battle takes way more time and only gives 50 D$, and the clover fight, attack and defense is tripled (for clover) because of how much clover loves the number 3. Also, you get a Clover Sandwich instead of a Clubs sandwich. It’s the same healing as Clubs sandwich, but only 1 party member.

In the new dark world, overworld stuff is basically the same. The first werewire fight is replaced with a werewerewire battle (you’ll see something worse later). Other werwerewires will show up before the castle too, but they will be rare or optional.

In the musical trio battle, the bullet speed is increased by 25%, and Kris going down won’t progress the battle. Oh, and when you’re able to S and R action, the trio won’t stop attacking, so no chance to heal with Ralsei.

In the first Burghley fight, his bullets go 30% faster and ignore defense, though they’re a lot weaker than normal bullets.

Falling from the coasters reduces your max hp by 25%. All the trash cans with items only have garbage in them. One has grabage though (it steals one random item).

The rest of the following area is pretty normal. In the burghley fight 2, the werewerewires that come in will get tired (of burghley) and can be pacified. Or you can also ACT and tell them you won’t be mad if they just run away, which they do (burghley is a certified wire abuser). Burghley will summon more of them every 5 rounds. Also, “Act Smart” won’t increase Noelle’s magic.

In the mansion, the Tasque Manage questionnaire is different, as the original was just left down left. In the room after the following room, the Chainmail is removed.

In the Rouxls battle, he will only ever take one house at a time (prolonging the battle). He also has tripled health instead of doubled.

In front of Noelle’s room, there is a Werestwire. I don’t really care much what they look like, but if I had to choose, I’d just make a red werewerewire (I’m uncreative). Same process of werewerewire, massively stronger than the other one. This once can only be spared at 10% HP or less. If you seem to be doing a pacifist route by this point (no losing anyone, spare at least one enemy), beating it though fighting will also count as a spare because it REALLY loves fighting. On a route where you’ve lost anyone, beating it with fighting will just count as losing it.

Queen battle is pretty normal, but the “Throw” act is always at the hardest difficulty. Dual heal only heals two party members at random, red buster is replaced with muscle rush, courage gives you one free hit.

In the GIGA Queen fight, HP is halved as normal, but the combined HP boost of all your recruited darkners will only grant 30% of the normal boost (rounded down). Also, each battle gets harder than normal as if you’re doing a no-hit (if you don’t get hit on a round in GIGA Queen battle, the next round 2 or 3 will get harder than normal).

When you go to the room to enter the basement, there’s no lock. You can go right in. The chests in the basement have 10 D$ each as a joke. The teacup in the basement is 30% faster, including movement speed.

When you go to the body of NEO, you can turn it on with a warning of (You will regret this.). If you turn it on anyways, the Spamton NEO fight will ensue.

He is always in his specil Bluight form, except without the damage cap of 10. His heart is always out, making all of his attacks have diamonds constantly thrown at you. All his attacks are armor piercing too. Finally, the wires are tougher, requiring you to cut twice to increase mercy percentage. Upon defeat, he will give you the dealmaker and a Gun.

The gun is a weapon only Ralsei will equip (Susie doesn’t know what it is, and Kris doesn’t seem to like it). It adds a magic for Ralsei.

Gun - 100% TP.

Use Ralsei’s Neutral Specil. Deals large piercing damage. Makes Ralsei feel bad. [6] shots left.

The spell will deal around triple the damage of rude buster with the excuse that darkners have different rules. It’s describes as a revolver with 6 bullets, though you can get Malius to make you a shotgun shell with some extremely rare and good armors or weapons from later chapters. The shotgun shell will count as the final shot, and will deal triple damage. When Gun is used, all of Ralsei’s stats will permanently go down by 1.

Time for Snowgrave.

Things are pretty normal up until the final bit.

Buying the Ring of Thorns will take all your D$.

In the Burghley fight, the TP bar will be “frosty”, which makes it go up at half speed. Burghley will permanently summon a werewerewire, and he will use two of his attacks at once. Once you cast snowgrave, the TP bar will become “frozen”, stopping it from going up at all until you get back to Castle Town.

The Castle will play out as normal until Snowgrave NEO. His attacks are all 30% faster, he uses different moves, his attacks are armor piercing, and you don’t get X-slash or FriedPipis. Upon beating him up, he will enter his Bluelight form. He can’t be hurt, but his attacks deal far less damage (regular attacks though). You have to call out to Susie and Ralsei three times, along with calling out to Burghley 3 times before calling out to Noelle.

Back in the lightworld, your LV will have gone up by 1. Yeah, seems killing Burghley did something. Susie also stays in the dark world this time, saying she wants to chill with lancer for a bit: With this 1 extra LV, if you talk to Sans, you’re able to fight him. Battle is different from Undertale. He’ll have a mop, and use cleaning supplies, like toilet grenades, or a kitchen gun. If you’re able to cut down his mop (he uses it to defend himself), he’ll be surprised you cut it with a pencil. He goes all out (uses a regular gun). You call out to Noelle again and Noelle will join you at this point and cast snowgrave, killing sans along with everyone in the store. You and Noelle leave, upon which she will freeze the door shut. She leaves without saying a word.

When you go to Kris’s house, Susie will appear saying you left her behind, and then saying she guesses you have to go now. Things will proceed as normal.

If any one of you decides to code my insane ramblings into existence, just give me a little credit and let me play the mod, cause I love suffering.

#deltarune #text post #toby fox #snowgrave #deltarune spoilers #spoilers #going insane

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300iqprower · 2 years ago

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I mean, I think the Salter Strengthening is actually pretty good because it allows her to black grail buster loop AND do more damage than Artoria while looping

Look i get what you're trying to say but...."oh boy, another farming saber with Ignore Invincible. How exciting."

Salter is one of the characters you have the most to work with in terms of potential flavor and niches they could fill given their canonical abilities. Half the reason I initially struggled to come up with Rankups for her is because I was trying to cram everything in when even just focusing on one aspect ended up leaving me with a potential kit almost overflowing with effects.

Just making them the umpteenth fcking farming saber is such a disservice to the character....

#and I say that as an extremely outspoken Heaven's Feel Hater so what does that say about the devs #fgo #never thought i'd get an ask #fgo meta #salter #saber alter #dont play gachas kids

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marauderundercover · 4 years ago

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Taking Chances Chapter Five: Paris Revealed (Stories/Memories)

AO3

Marinette flinches back as the room erupts in shouting. The younger boy, who was definitely younger than her and yet almost (if not definitely) taller than her, was fiercely glaring while he screamed at Mr. Wayne in….was that Arabic? The man that walked in with him was waving around the knife in his hand while Dick yelled at Mr. Wayne, his face filled with confusion instead of fury. Glancing around for a way out, Marinette makes eye contact with Alfred who nods behind him. Sneaking away from the group of angry men, Marinette follows Alfred into the kitchen and instantly feels at home. And much calmer.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbles, breathing deeply to avoid spiraling again. Alfred simply hands her a cookie before turning around and putting water in a kettle.

“There is no need to apologize, Miss Marinette. It seems Master Bruce has forgotten all sense today and is instead insistent on acting like a fool. It was wrong of him to announce you like that, without preparing you or the boys beforehand. I do hope that his atrocious display of proper manners doesn’t make you want to leave.” Alfred says, and Marinette’s eyebrows shoot upwards. Was he? Was Alfred actually blaming this situation on Mr. Wayne? Was it Mr. Wayne’s fault? Did he not actually hate her? Did he just make a mistake?

“I- what?” Marinette says, unsure of herself.

“You, my dear, are not at fault. Your father didn’t tell any of his sons that you were coming to the manor today, or that you existed in general. And judging by your face, you weren’t prepared for the boys to be here either.” Alfred clarifies.

“Oh. No, I wasn’t. Mr. Wayne just said that he wanted to get to know me, and he knew I wanted to get to know him. I- my birth mother passed away. But my Maman knew her, so I can find out from her how I’m similar to Bridgette. But neither of my parents knew Mr. Wayne, and I just wanted to know if I was like him, I guess. I didn’t even know who he was until two days ago.” Marinette admits.

“As in you found out Bruce Wayne was your birth father two days ago or-” Alfred trails off, waiting for her to clarify.

“Oh no. I found out the name of my birth father awhile ago. It’s just- I really don’t pay attention to celebrities. The only ones I really know are designers. So I didn’t put two and two together, and I didn’t even know about Bruce Wayne and Wayne Enterprises until a few days ago. My friend Adrien made me google him and that’s when I found out about...the boys.” She says, stopping herself from saying her brothers as she was still unsure if Mr. Wayne actually wanted her like he wanted the others.

“Well I’m certain that things will start to calm down shortly. In the meantime, would you care for some tea?” Alfred asks, holding up the kettle. Marinette nods gratefully, trying hard to stop her inner spiral from drowning her.

---

“What do you mean daughter?” Damian snarls, finally switching to English. Bruce blinks at the boy before sighing.

“I mean, you have a biological sister.” He says, tired and wishing he had been able to convince Marinette to go somewhere else. Not that he didn’t want her to meet her siblings. But it definitely wasn’t the laid back first meeting that he wanted.

“You mean half-sister.” Damian spits out, crossing his arms and sticking his nose into the air.

“Shut up, Demon Spawn. She’s our sister, get over it. Where’d the kid come from? Her mom drop her off?” Jason asks, obviously trying to actually understand the situation.

“No. I first met her at the Museum and had my suspicions. She’s in Gotham on a class trip, and before you ask, yes. We had a DNA test done and yes, I am her father.” Bruce says, frowning when he sees Dick’s hurt expression morph into one of excitement.

“Wait, wait, wait! Was she the girl who was sassing the Joker?” He asks quietly, practically buzzing with excitement. When Bruce nods, Dick cheers and runs from the room. Okay then.

“Wait, she met the Joker?” Jason asks, his expression turning dark. Bruce watches his son’s face morph into one of disgust when he puts it together. “She’s the French kid he had at gunpoint, isn’t she?”

“Yes. Which is one of the reasons why we both thought the manor would be a more appropriate meeting place rather than somewhere public.” Bruce says, sighing as Damian once again starts screaming. This was not what he had planned.

---

After just a few minutes with Alfred, Marinette already felt calmer. Calm enough to giggle at another story about something that one of the boys- one of her brothers- did. Calm enough to let her guard down. And mess up.

“If you wanna see something ridiculous, you should look up the 26th time Monsieur Ramier was akumatized into Monsieur Pigeon. He made all the buildings turn into bird cages and all the food turned into bird seed. Luckily it didn’t last long, but seeing the Mayor of Paris stuck inside a giant bird cage was kind of hilarious.” Marinette rambles, giggling at the memory. It was definitely a needed akuma, situated right between two super destructive akumas. Monsieur Pigeon was, while a nuisance, always a breath of fresh air. His akumatized form was brought on by his fierce protectiveness of the pigeons, which luckily never led to death for civilians.

“Pardon me, Miss Marinette, but could I ask what you mean by ‘akumatized’?” Alfred asks, his posture suddenly stiff. Marinette’s eyes widen as she realizes what she just did. She told someone outside of Paris about the situation happening in Paris. Well crap. Normal Parisians didn’t know about the media block that she had set up with the help of the Mayor and Max. But after her calls to the Justice League were ignored, and she realized how disastrous it would be for a member of the League to be akumatized, the media block was the best choice. Time to act clueless.

“Akumatized, as in, a person is possessed by an akuma? Surely you’ve heard of it. It’s been happening in Paris for almost two years.” She says, hoping he doesn’t ask to see any evidence. This isn’t good, this is awful, this-

“And what is an akuma?” Alfred asks. Okay, this isn’t too bad.

“It’s an evil butterfly sent out by the villain, Hawkmoth.” Marinette says, giving out more information than she’s really comfortable with. Okay, time to change the subject, no more questions about heroes or villains or-

“Marinette!” A new voice calls, sliding into the kitchen, almost immediately falling over.

“Master Dick, have you forgotten about your ban on the kitchen?” Alfred asks, his lips quirking up in amusement.

“Awww, Alfred, I just wanted to talk to Marinette. I feel bad for all of us overwhelming her back there.” Dick says with a pout that somehow doesn’t look ridiculous on him. Despite obviously being at least ten years older than her.

“Don’t feel bad. It was just...a lot all at once.” Marinette says with a small smile.

“So I have to ask, are you the one who sassed the Joker at the Museum the other day?” He asks, a wide grin on his face as he sits on one of the stools. Marinette’s eyes widen and she blinks. How?

“Oh, uh, yeah, I guess. It wasn’t a big deal though. He thought I was a Wayne- well, I guess he figured it out before I did- but I think he just wanted to scare my class.” She says, waving her hand to brush off the topic. She really didn’t want to talk about the Joker. Because she was sure it would turn into-

“I apologize for asking, but have you been caught up in the villain attacks in Paris before?” Alfred asks, Marinette instantly panicking. Sure, she’d been caught up in almost every single akuma battle as Ladybug. But there were a few on record where she was targeted as Marinette, and even a few battles that she assisted as Marinette. And then there was Kwami Buster…

“Well, a few. But basically everyone in Paris has dealt with it at some point. That’s just what happens when there’s an attack so often, you know? And my school seems to be a hotspot but that makes sense because teenagers are full of negative emotions and-” Marinette cuts off her rambling, cursing herself on the inside. Great job, Mari. Now they’re going to be worried or they’re going to think you’re a freak or-

“What do you mean negative emotions? Why would that matter?” Dick asks, his previous cheerful smile replaced with a look that clearly meant business.

“That’s how the villain chooses his targets. Negative emotion. If someone is having a bad enough day, he can take control of them and give them powers and basically destroy the city trying to get to Ladybug and Chat Noir, who are our heroes. I only know what’s been posted on official sites like the Ladyblog or miraculousparis.org.” Marinette says, smiling apologetically and hoping that this conversation can be over.

“Have you ever been akumatized?” Dick asks, tension suddenly filling the room.

“No, thankfully. I’ve found ways to manage my negative emotions so that they can’t take me over. I don’t blame anyone who has been akumatized, it’s hard not to be. But, I also don’t think I’d be able to forgive myself if I was akumatized.” Because then her family would be a target. Because Hawkmoth would know her identity. And if Hawkmoth’s insistence on her being akumatized was anything to go on, she’d be a devastating akuma. And if Ladybug wasn’t fighting in the battle….would the cure even work?

“That is a lot of pressure, Miss Marinette.” Alfred says softly after a moment of tense silence. Marinette grins brightly.

“I can handle it, don’t worry!” She says, hoping no one can tell how hard it actually is. How hard it is constantly being strong. Never truly feeling a negative emotion.

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Bruce winces at the faux cheerfulness in his daughter’s voice. He had only found out about the Paris situation a few days ago, but he was determined to fix it. Find a solution. Do something to help the city and by extension, his daughter. She’d be going back there soon. Back to a city that was being held hostage by an emotional terrorist. Bruce would fix this. He had to.

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tigertaurus22 · 3 years ago

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For those who are interested, here is the prologue for MegaMan ZX Advent: Prismatic Kingdom

His heartbeat thundered in his ears as he raced against the clock through the halls of the Ouroborus, hoping that he and his compatriots could escape before the self-destruct countdown ended.

Aeolus could hear the footsteps of the other three Mega Men not far behind him, clutching the offline green Biometal in his hand like it was a protective talisman used in an age long ago.

His Shadow counterpart, Sairnaq, ran a few steps behind the Flame and Ice Megamen; Thetis gripping Atlas’ hand in a desperate attempt to not be left behind as they jumped over cracks and small ledges and dodged large chunks of the dark grey plated ceiling shaken loose by mighty tremors. Although none of the four could remember much of the events that lead up to this moment, most of it a blur of voices, colors and emotions, something told them that whatever they experienced was unpleasant at best.

Now was not the time to think too hard about that anyway.

A spot of lavender caught the sole female’s eye as they rounded a corner and she grit her teeth, her male companions noticing it too.

“Fuck!” Atlas growled as the spot grew closer, revealed as a humanoid machine with a buster gun attached to its arm. It was a Galleon, one of many footsoldier mechaloids used by the government. Wonderful.

“How are those things still online!?”

“Just run past it, we can’t deal with it right now!” Said the green haired man at the front, ushering his fellows in a mad dash down the hall past the still-active Galleon. Luckily, it didn’t seem to notice them as it was preoccupied with freeing its foot from a pile of rubble.

It’s buster seemed to be damaged too.

Another tremor shook the ship as the quartet sprinted further down the hall, causing them all to stumble a little. “At this rate, the whole damn thing is going to cave in on us before it blows up!” Atlas’ grip tightened on her younger friend’s hand as he whined in fear, trying to be reassuring as his ocean blue eyes threatened to spill tears.

“Just keep going! I think we’re almost to the hangar!”

“And then what? We jump for it!?” Atlas yelled as sounds of destruction from above grew louder, her burnt orange eyes glaring at the group’s de facto leader.

“THERE ARE VEHICLES WE CAN USE”. Siarnaq monotoned, his own dusky violet eyes glancing back at the redhead as if to reassure her. His mask had slipped off his face at some point since de-merging and in the heat of the moment he hadn’t bothered to pull it back up. This gave the other three the rare opportunity to see his entire face, the lower half of which was marred with scars. Atlas chose to ignore those as she nodded to him.

“He’s right! Just keep going!”

Aeolus willed his legs to move faster as another explosion erupted just above them.

‘I hope those fools make it out alive.’ He thought to himself. Freed from Model W’s influence thanks to Model Z, however the heck it did that, the Wind MegaMan could suddenly think a lot more clearly than he could for several months.

The first thing he had noticed upon waking from that nightmare was that his and the others’ eyes had changed back to their original colors.

Instead of the crimson associated with Mavericks, the young aristocrat’s eyes were now a similar shade of green to his own BioMetal.

The second thing he noticed was that the voices in his head were gone. Since he could finally think straight he determined that the two Guardian Commanders and the two Hunters, who went on ahead to challenge the man behind everything, were not his enemies.

The third thing was that he needed to get the heck out of dodge. Right now. The others had come to similar conclusions.

He didn’t know what had happened to Model Z before the self-destruct started counting down, but he hoped it would make it out mostly unscathed.

After what felt like an hour of running, when really it could’ve been five minutes, the colorful quartet found the door to the hangar bay. Just as they approached, a large piece of the ceiling gave way in front of them. They came to a screeching halt as the debris fell, almost crushing them, and effectively blocking their escape route.

“Now what do we do!?” Thetis wailed.

Before anyone could come up with an answer, explosions louder than the others erupted from behind them, within the circular aircraft.

Suddenly, the foursome were knocked off their feet as the ship rocked violently. Aeolus immediately recognized the feeling of being in the air, realizing to his horror that they were in freefall!

Atlas and Thetis hung onto each other for dear life as fire engulfed the other sections of the Ouroboros, the smell of smoke and heat quickly approaching. Siarnaq shared a look with the silently panicking greenette, before nodding his head and closing his eyes as if in acceptance of what was to come.

Aeolus looked down at the still silent Model H, cradling it in his hands as his emerald eyes began to spill. If he could only MegaMerge again, he’d be able to fly everyone to safety. But with everything he’d done, abusing his power to fight a war that wasn’t even his, had he earned the right to use Model H’s power at all? Had any of them earned the right to use the power of the fabled Generals of Neo Arcadia? Guardians to the Father of All Reploids himself?

In a bout of curiosity and frustration at being left in the dark, Aeolus did his research a while back. He didn’t regret hacking into the Masters’ computer to get the information he wanted, even if it got him a stern lecture and a history lesson from Master Mikhail.

He would miss him.

Before Aeolus could mentally prepare himself for the inevitable, fully expecting to be ripped apart by flames, shrapnel and wind friction, everything went black.

Had anyone on the outside been watching at that moment, they would have seen a bright golden light suddenly engulf the falling Ouroboros, and perhaps they would have noticed that the light took on a peculiar shape, like that of a triangle with wings.

What a peculiar symbol…

Please read the rest of the story on AO3

#megaman zx #megaman zxa #breath of the wild #ouroboros #aeolus #thetis #atlas #siarnaq #prologue #legend of zelda

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masterjedilenawrites · 4 years ago

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What about a reader that is drunk, going to do some nonsense, so both Tech and Crosshair stop her, and in the next day there’s a climate btween them? Pretty please 🥺

I wasn't sure what you meant by the last part of your request so I just let the scene play out in what felt like a natural direction, I hope that's okay! I'm happy to write something else if you'd like!

Tech & Crosshair & Reader | 1.8k words

You tried to hold back your giggles as you gathered up as many helmets as you possibly could. This was going to be great. You couldn't believe you hadn't thought of this before, it was probably one of the best ideas you'd ever had in your life. Your whole body seemed to shake with excitement. Or maybe that was just the alcohol. Nah... you hadn't had that much to drink. This was a genuinely good, smart idea.

You stumbled out of the closet and down the hallway, dropping a few helmets along the way but not even noticing. It was like the edges of your vision were out of focus but surely that was just the dim lighting of 79's. It'd always been hard to see in here.

"What are doing?"

The voice came out of no where, even thought its owner was practically standing right in front of you. Arms crossed, scowl on his face, eyes studying you as you juggled a half dozen clone trooper helmets in your arms for seemingly no reason.

"Back off, Crosshair," you slurred, trying to push past him quickly. Why was he always in your business?

The sniper was too quick for you even on your good days. He took hold of your arm and pulled you back before you entered the main bar area, keeping you in the relative privacy of the hallway.

"Why are you stealing the 501st's helmets?" he rephrased his question.

"It's not stealing, it's a prank," you protested, trying and failing to get your arm out of his grasp. Another helmet tumbled to the floor in the effort.

"Oh there you are," came a new voice. It was almost as if you were moving in slow motion as you tore your gaze from Crosshair and over at the newcomer.

"Tech, tell this jerk to get out of my way," you thought you said. But whatever actually came out was apparently not as understandable. Tech looked between you and Crosshair, confused.

"Um, okay. Why are you stealing the 501st's helmets?" he asked the same question as his brother.

As if on queue, another helmet slipped out of your grasp, though you hadn't moved. At least, you didn't think you did. You huffed and ignored Tech's question, turning back to Crosshair with pleading eyes. Both men were standing between you and your chance to pull one over on the 501st, a battalion infamous for their clever pranks. And you were not going to be stopped.

"Come on Cross," you drawled. "I'm pranking the regs, you should be proud."

Even through your crazed senses, you were still able to pick up the amused twitch of his lips. But he quickly suppressed it and turned back to his usual grouchy grimace.

"Normally I would," he said, "but not like this. Not tonight."

He took a pair of helmets from you and handed them over to Tech, ignoring your whiny sounds of protest.

"He's right," said Tech, placing the helmets on the floor in the corner. "Wrecker already upset some of them tonight, I don't think they'd find this very humorous. Besides, in your drunken state..."

"I'm not drunk!" you exclaimed, probably louder than you intended judging by the flinch both men gave in response.

"Your cheeks are flushed and your eyes are bloodshot," said Tech matter-of-factly.

"And I saw exactly how many drinks you had," added Crosshair.

Tech nodded at him. "Yes, we could go on, but that should be indication enough that..."

You cut him off again, this time with tears. You couldn't help it. The whine that had almost been perpetually eking out of you during this whole conversation grew into actual cries and whimpers. Before you knew it, your cheeks were wet and your lips trembled uncontrollably.

"You're both so mean, you never let me have fun, the one time I come up with a great idea and you shoot it down like I'm an idiot, it's not fair, all I wanted was to show you that I belong here with you guys, but none of you let me, you don't care about me at all, you're such fun-busters..."

You babbled on and on, only barely making any sense to the two men who'd now freed you from your armful of stolen helmets and were gently guiding you out of the bar. You clunked along between them like a baby learning to walk for the first time, unaware of where you were going or what was happening. You could only focus on your emotional speech, and then after a few minutes, your focus was redirected to the queasy feeling in your stomach.

Thankfully the boys got you back onto the Havoc and into the refresher before you spilled your guts. Crosshair held your hair back and rubbed a hand soothingly along your spine until the worst of it passed. You fell limp next to the toilet, unable to form any coherent thoughts in the aftermath.

"Come on," Crosshair said softly by your ear. He tried pulling you up, but when it was clear you weren't going to stand on your own, he picked you up altogether and carried you over the to bunks.

Tech had pulled out one of the cots, the one everyone on the ship agreed was more comfortable than the others and thus fought over the right for almost every night. He had it set up with blankets and pillows, and he stood nearby holding a bottle of water as Crosshair laid you down.

"Just small sips for now," Tech said, holding the bottle up to your lips and helping you get down a few quick swallows, enough to calm the burning in the back of your throat. You were vaguely aware of his thumbs wiping away the remnants of your earlier tantrum from your eyes.

"Fun-busters," you muttered before curling up on your side.

Tech looked over at his brother, who only rolled his eyes at your stubbornness.

"Good-night to you, too," he said just before you lost consciousness.

* * *

The next morning was... rough, to say the least. You'd been tipsy a few times in your life, but never full-on drunk, which meant you'd also never had to deal with a full-on hangover.

Your head was splitting open, you were sure of it. Every turn of your neck made you feel sick. There was a pressure behind your eyes and a lightness to your stomach. You wanted to stay in bed forever. But even more painful than your hangover symptoms were the memories of your behavior the night before, and the urge to make amends eventually propelled you to get up.

You found Tech first, fiddling with his holopad in the cockpit. He eyed you as you carefully lowered yourself in the chair next to his, keeping a hand up to shield your eyes from the rays of morning sunlight that crept through the windows.

"I'm sorry," you said in a low, raspy voice, getting right to the point. You knew Tech appreciated when people did that. He wasn't a fan of small talk and segues, not when there was clearly something important to discuss. "I was kind of a dumbass last night, wasn't I?"

Tech set down his holopad with a shrug. "You had too much to drink. You weren't in control of your mental faculties."

You smiled at his uncomplicated way of viewing things. But then came a cough from behind, from a particularly unamused sniper leaning against the doorway.

"You were a dumbass," he said just as plainly as his brother. Well, at least they were both honest, even if it was in contrast to each other.

"I'm surprised you remember," said Tech, quickly trying to move past his brother's more negative comment. "From what I've read, memory loss is common after heavy intoxication...."

You shook your head, immediately regretting the action as it made your head ring. "I don't remember a lot, just enough to be embarrassed. If I said anything nasty to either of you, I really didn't mean it, I swear. I was just...."

You trailed off, not sure what it was you were really trying to do. You'd wanted to pull a prank, but there'd been something else driving you forward, some other motive to want to do something so stupid.

"You called us fun-busters and cried because you didn't think we cared about you," said Crosshair through the customary toothpick in his mouth.

You looked at Tech, who gave you an apologetic look that confirmed his brother's words were true. You let out a little groan and slumped into the chair. A part of you was glad you didn't fully remember.

"Do you really think that?" Tech asked. "That you don't belong here?"

You shrugged. You still weren't sure about your feelings.

"I dunno... I guess, maybe sometimes... it does feel like you treat me the way you do the regs." You spoke slowly, discovering your own thoughts as you said the words. "Like I'm just along for the ride. Just a normal person who doesn't matter. I thought if I did something to them, you'd see I wasn't part of them. At least, that's what my drunk alter ego thought, anyway."

You gave another shrug and tried for a laugh but it didn't feel quite right.

Tech looked thoughtful for a moment. "You do realize most of the regs in that club were inebriated, too. But we didn't carry any of them to bed for the night."

"Or watch as they puked their guts out," added Crosshair with a slight wrinkling of his nose.

"Yes," Tech nodded at you. "We knew you've been feeling down lately, that's why Hunter suggested we all go to that bar in the first place, to give you a chance to have some fun. Crosshair and I kept an eye on you, and Hunter and Wrecker made sure those regs didn't get upset over your, ah, attempt at a prank."

Tech let his words linger for a moment as you finally raised your throbbing eyes up to meet his.

"You belong here. And we do care. We care because, well..."

He looked over at his brother and you followed his gaze. Crosshair took out his toothpick and pointed it at you.

"Because we're your family."

He put the toothpick back in his mouth with a wink and then turned to leave, showing that that was the final word on the subject. Tech looked at you with a soft smile, one that made you finally feel at peace. You hummed as you laid back against the chair and let the feeling really take hold within you.

You belonged with the Bad Batch. They were your family.

It was a very nice feeling.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #the clone wars #the bad batch #tech #crosshair #tech & crosshair #tech & reader #crosshair & reader #my easy breezy beautiful nerd boy #my emotional support grumpy toothpick man #cw: alcohol

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kaasknot · 3 years ago

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tagged by @trillgutterbug ty!!

name: kaasknot, short for kaa's knot. yes i am a freak—but let it be known i picked this name well before a/b/o existed. call me kaa

star sign: JIF natural crunchy peanut butter is best, but i'll accept skippy as a substitute if, for example, there is a salmonella recall,

height: 5'10.5". the half inch is very important to me.

time: is an artificial construct of industrialization and i wish it didn't exist

birthday: labor day

favorite bands/artists: i hate these questions. currently listening to duke ellington, johnny cash, lord huron, indila, and a variety of movie soundtracks. honorable mention to batushka, ethel cain, and four fists.

last movie: buster keaton's Go West, which is heart-warming and absurd beyond belief. with a surprise helping of shockingly racist! but at least that was short-lived, and not entirely unexpected for a movie made in 1925. do watch if you want to see a lonely man befriend an outcast cow, that same man run through the streets of los angeles wearing a devil gimp suit, and can turn off your brain for approximately 1 minute during the organ grinder sequence.

last show: last one i remember clearly was Bridgerton, but that absolutely wasn't the last show i watched. star trek, probably

when did i create this blog: 2012, riding the wave of loki thirst

what i post: mostly reblogs, specializing in memes, shitposts, and whatever fixation du jour i happen to be snorting. currently, that's buster keaton, with flourishes of star trek, supernatural, and band of brothers. burned out on star wars and marvel, you probs won't see any of either for a while

last thing i googled: jake shimabukuro's ukulele cover of "while my guitar gently weeps"

other blogs: ehhh they exist but i don't actually use them. everything i post online goes on this blog

do i get asks?: occasionally. i don't usually know how to answer them, so i ignore them and feel awkward about it

following: smth like 400 blogs, most of which are inactive

average hours of sleep: 7.5 if my cat cooperates

instruments: singing, whistling, very rudimentary piano, even more rudimentary ukulele

what i’m wearing: clothes

dream job: i simply do not dream of labor.

dream trip: i don't go places unless i have good reason. family obligations, to see friends, and/or to go to a convention are usually why i travel

nationality: american

favorite songs: idek i'm just gonna name songs i've played a lot in the last few days. "have you checked your butthole" by tom cardy, jakub józef orliński singing "vedrò con mio diletto" (basically on repeat), "hell's comin' with me" by poor man's poison

last book i’ve read: last book i actually finished was Camera Man, by dana stevens. it was a biography of buster keaton. currently i'm in the middle of reading Buster Keaton: A Filmmaker's Life by james curtis, Keaton by rudi blesh, and Buster Keaton's Sherlock Jr., ed. andrew horton, an essay collection analyzing one of his movies (i know i have a condition, it's terminal). other books i'm reading are Madam: The Biography of Polly Adler by debby applegate (1920s prostitution), Rank Ladies: Gender and Cultural Hierarchy in American Vaudeville by m. alison kibler (what it says on the tin), The Myth of Prison Rape: Sexual Culture in American Prisons by mark fleisher and jessie krienert (basically saying that rape exists, but not using the definitions of civilian society; extremely interesting read), and The Ukulele Handbook by gavin pretor-pinney and tom hodgkinson. i am actually reading all of them, but it's going pretty slowly.

top 3 fictional universes i’d like to live in: star trek for sure. i read a lot of crapsack world scifi, tho, so that's it.

lowkey tagging @spokir @countessofbiscuit @kweh-not-wark @cabezadeperro @even-subtext-is-canon @nottonyharrison

#memes

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grailfinders · 4 years ago

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Fate and Phantasms #Gudako: Gudako

Happy April Fools! We were going to do Scathach today, but this thing crawled into my home and it won’t go away until I make a build of it. So here’s Gudako.

Check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

We’ll then return to our regularly scheduled Scathach.

Race and Background

Ritsuka Fujimaru is a human, but you’re an awful little gremlin with a penchant for lechery. In other words, a Lightfoot Halfling. That gets you +2 Dexterity, +1 Charisma, and makes you Lucky, Brave, Nimble, and Naturally Stealthy. This means you can re-roll ones on attacks, checks, and saves, have advantage against being frightened, can move through larger creatures, and can hide behind them as well.

We’re also making up a Gambler background for you, giving you proficiency in Deception and Insight.

Ability Scores

Even if you’re a weird awful version of FGO’s master, you’re still FGO’s master, so your Charisma is pretty freaking good. After that is Constitution- I don’t know how you survived the end of that last book but you did, so that’s probably con based. After that is Dexterity. It might just be the art style, but you’re kind of noodly, and incredibly fast. Your Strength isn’t amazing just yet, you’re still kind of a nerd. After that is Intelligence, then Wisdom. You play a gacha game. Enough said.

Class Levels

1. Sorcerer 1: Mages in the Nasuverse are kind of a weird mix between sorcerers and wizards, but since you never really learned about magic that means you’re 100% the former!

Thankfully, being a sorcerer opens us up to the gacha of the magic world, Wild Magic! At first level you can cast Spells using your charisma, and first level or higher spells can activate your Wild Magic Surge. After casting such a spell, you roll a d20, and on a 1 you then roll on the big ol’ table and get weird magic stuff. If you’d rather roll more often, your Tides of Chaos can force the issue. You can spend it to gain advantage on an attack, check, or save once per long rest. That being said, you can speed things up at your DM’s discretion, recharging the tides with a mandatory roll on the wild magic surge table.

Speaking of spells, you get a bunch of cantrips here. Friends and Mage Hand will improve your relationship with Mash, Prestidigitation takes care of all of that “actual magic” stuff, and Message lets you use your phone like a phone. Weird, I thought this was a gacha console?

For first level spells, Chaos Bolt brings the gacha into your combat, with the spell’s damage type based on the damage roll you make. It also has a chance of bouncing off and hitting another target for theoretically infinite damage. Expeditious Retreat will give you that gremlin speed you’re known for.

Finally, you get proficiency with Constitution and Charisma saves, as well as the Arcana and Intimidation skills. You just kinda give off this aura, y’know?

2. Sorcerer 2: Second level sorcerers become a Font of Magic, giving them sorcery points equal to their level that they can spend to make new spell slots. You can also do the reverse, but that won’t be useful until next level. You also learn how to bring out a creature’s hidden desires with Id Insinuation, which forces a wisdom save (DC 8+chr mod+ proficiency) or the target is incapacitated and takes psychic damage. There’s a reason your little eggplant has trouble fighting you off.

3. Sorcerer 3: Third level sorcerers get Metamagic, ways to use your sorcery points to enhance your magic. You strike me as a buster meta player, so Empowered Spell will let you get the most damage out of your spells (and also let you cheat a bit on Chaos Bolt). You also learn how to skip the casting animations on your spells thanks to Quickened Spell, turning an action casting spell into a bonus action.

On top of that, Hold Person lets you hold a person down while you have your way with them. By that I mean attack them, duh. Get your mind out of the gutter.

4. Sorcerer 4: Use your first Ability Score Improvement to bump up your Strength. Trust me, it’ll help out later.

You can also cast Create Bonfire for the survivalist in you, or you can Mind Thrust on the people you’re holding. It’s still nothing lewd, it just deals psychic damage, and if a creature fails the intelligence save it can’t take reactions until the end of its next turn and has to choose between moving, taking an action, or a bonus action next turn.

5. Sorcerer 5: Fifth level sorcerers get third level spells, and Conjure Lesser Demon lets you summon Mephistopheles to the battlefield! Actually it’s just eight manes or dretches, but it sounds like it would summon Mephistopheles. Those demons are just as loyal as Mephy though, so... keep your distance.

6. Sorcerer 6: Sixth level wild mages can Bend Luck as a reaction, adding or subtracting 1d4 from any check, save, or attack you wish near you. Now you really have protagonist powers! You can also cast Haste now for additional gudaspeed.

7. Sorcerer 7: Seventh level sorcerers get fourth level spells, and Conjure Shadow Demon does exactly what you think it does. You can conjure a shadow demon- I think Cursed Arm would probably count for this? Also, this demon’s slightly more cooperative, but it will probably turn on you after the fight’s over.

8. Sorcerer 8: Use this ASI for more Charisma. You can also Conjure Barlgura, which also does exactly what you think it does; conjures a barlgura. What, you don’t know what a barlgura is? Yeah right, everyone knows barlguras! They’re so iconic I don’t even have to tell you which servant they’re like!

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What the hell? It’s been eight levels already and we haven’t even summoned a four star yet! I’m so salty I’m gonna....

9. Barbarian 1: Going into barbarian lets you turn your gacha salt into Rage, giving you extra bonus damage on attacks, getting advantage on strength saves and checks, and you get resistance to physical damage types. You also get an Unarmored Defense, letting you continue your fight even in the nude.

10. Barbarian 2: You can now make Reckless Attacks, gaining advantage on all attacks for the turn at the cost of taking attacks at advantage for the round. Your Danger Sense also gives you advantage on dexterity saves that you can see coming. You might think that’ll help when Berserker of Learning with Manga turns on you. You’d be wrong.

11. Barbarian 3: Did you think the gacha was over just because of a class change? Hah! Thanks to Tasha’s, you can set down the Path of Wild Magic at third level, giving you Magic Awareness, an action to sense magic within 60′ of you proficiency times per long rest.

More gachaly, you get a new Wild Surge when you rage. It’s a smaller table than your sorcerer surges, but it’s more consistent. It’s the friend point gacha to the other’s quartz gacha.

You also get Athletics proficiency from your Primal Knowledge, for better sprints.

12. Barbarian 4: Bring your Strength even higher so hitting people is actually a good idea.

13. Barbarian 5: You get an Extra Attack each action now, and your Fast Movement adds 10′ to your movement speed, making you not the slowest person in the party any more!

14. Barbarian 6: At sixth level, your Bolstering Magic lets you spend an action to either A) add a d3 to a creature’s attacks or checks for 10 minutes, or B) regain a creature’s spell slot, with the level based on the roll of a d3. You can use the second one once per creature per long rest, but your total number of uses is equal to your proficiency bonus each long rest.

15. Barbarian 7: Seventh level barbarians let their Feral Instinct take hold, gaining advantage on initiative rolls. You also can ignore surprise by raging. Your Instinctive Pounce lets you move up to half your speed when you rage. You like pouncing.

16. Barbarian 8: Use this ASI to bump up your Constitution for more health, more AC, and stronger rage spells.

17. Barbarian 9: Your Brutal Critical gives you an extra die of damage when you deal a critical hit, as you rub gacha salt in the enemy’s wounds.

18. Barbarian 10: Your last wild magic goody is the Unstable Backlash- when you take damage or fail a save while raging, you can roll on the wild magic table and replace your current effect. More gacha, MORE GACHA!

You also get more Primal Knowledge for Survival proficiency. I think you kinda ended society as we know it in at least one timeline, so you’ll need it.

19. Barbarian 11: Your Relentless Rage gives you a guts skill of your very own! When you would normally drop to 0 hp you can make a constitution save to say at 1 hp instead. The DC increases each time, but resets on short rests.

20. Barbarian 12: Your final level is another ASI for more Strength. Hit people, it’s real simple.

Pros:

You are just so random, which makes it hard to strategize against you. Your enemy can’t know what you’re gonna do if you don’t!

You’re pretty beefy, but you can also send in a demon squad to cause chaos in your stead when you’re feeling lazy.

Halfling’s lucky is so useful it honestly deserves its own pros spot. Nat 1s are for nerds!

Cons:

Mixing conjuration and rages is never going to end well, especially when those conjurations want you dead.

You’re so random that you can’t really strategize for anything. Yeah, it won’t be boring, but you can’t be as precise as other builds.

For a lot of this build, your shortness can be an issue when it comes to mobility. Being the slowest person in the party when running from demons (that you may or may not have summoned) is a serious problem.

#FGO #Fate Grand Order #D&D 5e #Gudako #Fate and Phantasms #Barbarian #Sorcerer

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