#magnets would probably be my best bet?

[malewifepeppino]

Oooh I’m thinking abt modifying my fangamer peppino plush to make his hat removable... I think I’ll practice with the bootleg I got first to make sure it even looks right. Will need to play with ways to make his hat still fastened at least somewhat too.

[fictionalreads]

This Was Never Meant to Be What It Feels Like

A/N: Hey y'all! I'm not really a writer so this is my first time posting any writing here on Tumblr, but I'm apparently incapable of not thinking about Armando (*Whatta Man by Salt-N-Pepa plays in my head) so this kind of...happened. I figured I'd share ☺️ Also, I know Armando thinks Aretas is his dad in the movies but I changed it a bit.

Title is from Satisfaction by SiR (if you haven't heard it do yourself a favor and go listen)

Pairing: Armando Aretas x Original Female Character

Fandom: Bad Boys Movies

Prompt: Shay (OC) wants to get to know Armando better and figures her best bet is to ask when he's...relaxed.

Warnings ⚠️: Uh...complicated parental relationships. Talk of smut, but no actual smut.

“Tell me something.”

“Hm?”

Shay kept her focus on drawing invisible shapes on Armando’s shoulder with her finger. Her blue stiletto shaped nails going down almost to his elbow before finding its way back up to his collar bone. It was something she did often after they had sex and she knew it calmed him much like it was now. His breathing had slowed into something calmer than the frantic breaths of ten minutes ago when he was trying to catch his breath. The open window blew in a decent ocean breeze, adding to the peaceful feeling in her bedroom. She tried to play it cool, like she wasn’t disturbing the moment, wasn’t asking him to do the one thing she knew he hated - opening up.

Shay had been seeing Armando for about three months now, and she knew next to nothing about the man. She knew it was a red flag, hell she knew he probably wasn’t a law abiding citizen, but she couldn’t help it. 

There was something so magnetizing, so sensual about his presence. He commanded attention even though she got the feeling he wanted nothing more than to blend in and be lowkey. She couldn’t help but notice the way he held himself, the way he spoke and moved with the confidence of a man who was sure of himself. Don’t get her started on the way he smelled - it was divine and pure man.

The point was basically this - he was a ten but he refused to tell her more about himself.

Shay was determined to get to know him better, because despite playing things close to his chest, she was in love with him. She didn’t know his last name, but she knew he would bring her flowers and food if she was having a bad day just to make her smile. She didn’t know what he did for a living - honestly, part of her was glad for this if it was illegal as she was imagining. Plausible deniability. - but she knew if she needed him to, he would fix anything she needed him to or at least find someone who could. She didn’t know what his crucible entailed that made him like this, but she knew he loved her like she was something precious.

So she was taking the risk that this would blow up in her face. “Tell me something about you that I don’t know.” She kissed his chest, like she was softening the blow of the question. Not that she needed to, it was an open ended question on purpose. The more freedom she gave about the topic, the more likely he was to answer.

He gently shifted her to the pillow as he lifted himself on his elbow, facing her with a suspicious look on his face. “Like what?” God, what she wouldn’t give to take whatever hurt that made him so distrustful of her just wanting to know him away. Who had betrayed him? Who took advantage of his trust and made him so wary of genuine love?

She thought over her answer, a million topics coming to mind but needing to pick one that wouldn’t have him shutting down immediately. Armando had let the conversation start but he could end it if she said the wrong thing.

“Your family.” She could feel him pulling away as if it was physically happening so she quickly explained her choice. “Did you grow up with siblings? Are your parents married?” Bare minimum. 

It seemed to have worked he looked at her as if debating what to say, if anything, before laying back down and staring at the ceiling. The relaxed man that was in her bed mere minutes ago, gone. Now he was tense, as if ready for a fight. She slowly and obviously resumed her previous position on his chest, giving him time to tell her no if he needed the space. Her nails went back to their drawings in the hopes of calming him enough to talk. He took a breath before, “I grew up an only child. My mom was my world, she taught me everything I knew.”

Her nails stopped moving. “Was?” It was the word that caught the most of her attention out of everything he just said.

“She passed away a few years ago.” His face was blank, as if he was just stating a fact of life rather than talking about the death of the person that raised him and whom he clearly loved.

Shay rubbed the shoulder she wasn’t laying on in an effort to comfort him.“I’m sorry to hear that.” Armando shrugged it off but she could tell it still hurt him. “What about your dad?”

“Our relationship is…complicated at best. He wasn’t around for most of my life. We were introduced a few months before my mom died. I didn’t even know who he was to me until my mom told me on her deathbed.” 

“You never asked your mom about him before?”

“If there was one thing I knew about my father growing up, it was that my mom hated him. She always told me that he left us behind and didn’t look back at all. As a kid I was curious but as I got older, I started to hate him too. I mean he was supposed to love my mom, and he turned on her and left me behind like I was trash. Fuck ‘im. Now I know it wasn’t so black and white.”

“How so?”

“The few times my mom spoke about him, she always heavily implied that he knew she was pregnant with me and left anyway. Looking back, she never said the words. When I confronted my father about it, he said they were a doomed couple that wasn’t ever going to last. They were both too selfish. Said he didn’t even know she had been pregnant until we met.”

“Sounds like he cares. I mean if he knew do you think he would have been around?”

“There’s no doubt in my mind he would have been there, raised me. I know he loves me, that he just wants what’s best for me, but I’m just having a hard time accepting it. I spent so much time hating him that reconciling this truth with this perception I’ve always had of him is hard.”

“Not to mention it means confronting that you didn’t know your mom as well as you thought you did. The woman she was to you isn’t the woman she was to others.”

“And she’s not here to explain it, which just makes me mad all over again. He’s usually the target of my anger.”

“Makes sense to me.” She shrugged in response to his questioning look. “He’s here. Add in the fact that he wasn’t there for so long its easy to blame him for a lot.”

“Yeah,” he agreed.

Like a flip had been switched, he once again moves her onto the bed and hovers over her.

“Enough about them. Talking is not exactly what I had in mind for us tonight,” he pleads. 

She could see the desperation and fear in his eyes. She had a feeling that being that honest with her scared him. He wasn’t exactly the vulnerable type and telling her all this put him on display in the most raw way, an unknown for him. It also meant he had to be honest with himself about he felt, something she didn’t think happened a lot. He wanted to escape the real hurt he was feeling about it all, he didn’t want to face what the truth might mean for his memory of his mother. If a reprieve is what he needed, she could do that for him. She would do that for him.

She bit her bottom lip, looking at him through her lashes, feeling herself get wet at his suggestive tone and slight touches. “What did you have in mind?”

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

The next morning she woke up alone, his side of the bed cold. This wasn’t an unusual occurrence as he often left before she woke. She was used to him leaving and coming back randomly, sometimes being gone for days. After their conversation and the way he seemed to just need her last night, she figured this was coming. Something told her him leaving was different this time, that she had pushed him too far. She had the sickening feeling that he wasn’t coming back.

Round two had been fast and rough, needy in a way. Round three had been teasing and playful, like he was apologizing for being so rough before. Round four was…slow and passionate, reverent almost.

It felt like a goodbye.

A/N: 🫣So how'd I do? Let me know in the comments. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated! OH AND HOW SHOULD I TAG THIS?! Anything I should add to get more people to see it?

Part 2 Part 3

[multi-fandoms-posts]

Logan's sister

X Men Masterlist

Logan stands at the edge of an abandoned factory site, the gloomy atmosphere matching his mood. This mission feels different. It’s more dangerous. That’s why he’s done something he would normally never do. He’s contacted someone he hasn’t seen in years. Someone no one knows exists.

“Are you sure this is the right place?” Scott asks, peering skeptically through his red glasses.

“Yes,” Logan growls. “She’ll come.”

Scott raises an eyebrow skeptically. “Who’s coming?”

“You’ll see.”

Before anyone can say more, a faint crackling sound fills the air. A bluish glow appears a few meters away, and suddenly a young woman stands there. She has long blonde hair, a confident smile on her lips, and wears a dark blue suit that fits her slender figure perfectly.

“You were waiting for me?” she says, winking at Logan.

“Y/N,” Logan murmurs, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly. “You’re late.”

“Come on, dear brother,” Y/N replies, crossing her arms. “I had to warm up a bit. Besides…” She lets her eyes roam over the team, especially over Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr. “I didn’t realize the mission would be so… attractive.”

Charles gives Logan a confused look. “Dear brother?”

“Yes,” Logan growls. “My sister. No one knew because it was nobody’s business.”

“Logan, you have a sister?” Jean asks in surprise.

“Yes,” he replies tersely.

Y/N gives a mischievous smile and teleports right next to Charles. “That’s right,” she says softly in his ear. “I can go anywhere I want.”

Charles flinches slightly, obviously surprised. “That’s impressive,” he says politely.

Y/N throws a cheeky glance at Erik, who studies her with a cool but curious look. “And who’s the handsome man with the magnetism?”

Erik smiles faintly, his eyes twinkling. “Erik Lehnsherr. Magneto, if you prefer.”

“Oh, I prefer Magneto,” Y/N says, playfully leaning closer to him. “I like men who can move things.”

Logan grunts and rolls his eyes. “Can you stop making suggestive comments and focus on the mission instead?”

“Come on, Logan,” she replies with a wink. “We can have some fun, can’t we? Besides…” She looks back at Charles. “I’ve heard you’re a genius, Professor Xavier. Does intelligence make you… hot too?”

Charles, used to being treated with respect, looks momentarily flustered before he smiles gently. “I try to make the best of my abilities.”

“I bet you do,” Y/N replies, swaying on her toes. “Maybe you could show me your… library.”

Logan interrupts with a growl. “Y/N!”

“Yes, yes,” she says, rolling her eyes. “I’ll focus. But honestly, Logan, you didn’t tell me the team would be so… attractive.” She lets her gaze wander between Erik and Charles again before teleporting with a dramatic sigh and reappearing next to Jean.

“So, what’s the plan?” she asks, now a bit more serious.

Logan explains the mission. “We need to infiltrate the base, gather information, and get out before we’re detected. It’s going to be dangerous, so I called you. Your teleportation powers might save us.”

Y/N nods. “Alright. But you know I offer my rescue only under certain conditions, right?” She winks again at Charles and Erik.

“Just do your job,” Logan grumbles.

As they approach the base, the mood becomes more serious. Scott gives the signal, and the team sneaks through the narrow corridors. There are security cameras everywhere, but Y/N teleports skillfully from corner to corner, deactivating alarms and opening doors with a smile.

“You’re really good,” Jean murmurs as they slip through a particularly secured area.

“I know,” Y/N whispers back. “But you probably already knew that, didn’t you?”

“What are you implying?” Jean asks.

“Oh, nothing,” Y/N says innocently. “I’m just surprised you’re staying so calm with two such impressive men around.” She glances at Charles and Erik.

“This isn’t the time for games,” Jean says with a smile. “But here’s a tip: Charles may be a gentleman, but Erik… he definitely has a dark side.”

Y/N laughs softly. “Dark sides are just my thing.”

Suddenly, they hear footsteps in the distance. “Guards are coming,” Scott whispers. “Y/N, can you get us out of here?”

Y/N nods and concentrates. “Hold on.”

Moments later, everyone feels the familiar tingle of her teleportation, and in an instant, they are outside the base, safe and undetected.

“Perfect landing,” Y/N says self-satisfied, giving one last glance at the destroyed base. “You can thank me later.”

“Thanks,” Logan says grimly.

“Oh, Logan, you know I enjoy it.” She looks back at Charles and Erik. “But if either of you wants to thank me later, I wouldn’t mind.”

Charles smiles gently. “I think you’ve more than proven yourself, Y/N. It was a pleasure meeting you.”

Erik, on the other hand, smiles with a darker undertone. “Perhaps we’ll see each other again soon,” he says quietly.

Y/N winks at him. “Oh, I’m sure we will.”

[one-squash-one-end]

speculate about Noah Czerny's sexuality with me

Hello fellow cool kids (age neutral), it's been a while. I'll try to wrap up the character parts of my giant trc analysis soon so I can get into the cool metaphors that would make my English teacher proud (or not, considering I overshare and use gen z/internet lingo a lot) and maybe have the full thing up eventually.

Today it's Noah time, and he's honestly kind of a hard character to do this for, since well, he isn't alive, but I tried my best to form a headcanon and would love to hear from you all!

Click to read and, as always, beware of spoilers for the entire raven cycle series <3

e) Noah Czerny

Starting where I left off, gender again. Alive Noah would absolutely identify as cis, which is what I’d somehow associate with him in general, but arguably he is trans as he does not have a gender.

‘Why does he not have a gender?’, you ask. He’s dead! Gender is a social construct; it does not transcend into death! But at the same time, he still has an identity as long as he is able to keep his ghost form, personality and free will in life. He chose his name himself, or well, not directly, but he chooses to still be called that, chooses to have a gender when he doesn’t have one, you know? I know, I’ve probably contradicted myself about three times so far already, but it’s just very complicated because there is a lot going on. What speaks out to me though is Blue and what she has to say about the matter. “She would keep calling whatever this was Noah for as long as it wanted to be called Noah.” Trans rights.

It is important to note that Whelk, the man who killed him, his ex best friend, is also just his ex boyfriend. Whelk does not seem entirely straight to me, and neither does his whole relationship with Noah. Noah probably also pulled a lot of girls when he was still alive, I bet that red Mustang was a real chick magnet back in 2005.

Then again, he does not express sexual desires or anything like that too much in the books, but at the same time he is not around too often. While he does seem interested in Blue at one point, saying he’d ask her out if he was alive, the line between friendship and romance is blurred a lot in the books, so presumably it’s the case with their make-out session as well, not platonic, not romantic, but a secret third thing (alterous). Maybe it’s also like how I would absolutely be in love with that one friend of mine if I wasn’t aro-ace, like a right person, wrong circumstance moment.

During Gangsey time I would call him panromantic demisexual, he just gives me the vibes as I’ve sort of explained, but alive!Noah seems like the sort of homophobic but sort of fruity status quo straight guy I’d be scared of.

Lastly, Blue could absolutely get him to wear a crop top, but once again, ghost Noah is very much different to me than alive Noah, and only ghost Noah would possess the crop top swag.

[drawnaghht]

btw, if you liked my post analysing just the magnet "holsters" in Samurai Rabbit: The Usagi Chronicles, I'm eventually gonna post more outfit description/analysis! just cuz I've already been writing some longer descriptions for a while now - that's one of my fave things to research and write about, since it can be good art reference for my own drawings, and especially since I can go through the episodes looking for anything new to write down or connect :)

Also, thank you so much for the replies on my post! LOVING the reactions I'm seeing on it, I didn't expect this to do numbers at all but I'm pleased people enjoy reading me ramble about details in a show I like haha xD I don't usually get replies on my other fandom posts, so this is very surprising, even here. I'm touched!

Replies below! :)

@ranarenee - I already replied to you on the original post, but I genuinely just wanted to feature this comment cuz I'm glad ppl are having a positive reaction to this post xD

I also think it was probably a bit easier to animate them! in addition, because it provides an interesting change of technology in the world of Usagi Chronicles, it means that it might have become more interesting to design this hypothetical descendant-world. I'm sure they might have also just thought it was an interesting and unique element of what they were making, but from Art Director Khang Le and Stan Sakai's CBCC interview, and the SDCC@ Home 2021 panel I remember it was mentioned a few times how many clever things they found to make the production spending smaller on the more trivial things.... so the magnetic holsters feels like a thing that might have hit many birds with one stone, so-to-speak. You have the easier drawing of boards and maybe a few things made lighter for the 3D crew (no extra models or rope to animate, for example), but you also have a pleasing design element to give the main fighters in the cast - Usagi, Gen and Chizu - as well as other characters who would happen to wear weapons on their person aside from Karasu-Tengu. Like mentioned in the post, Kitsune is an interesting exception here, because of course, she's based on UY Kitsune who is also not a direct fighter or anything, but also, the world of SR appears to be at peace of some sort, and it's mentioned several times that there were wars at some point, so not many ordinary citizens of Neo would even have these unless they wanted to use or carry weapons every day. Kitsune wants to blend in with this ordinary citizenry and does so quite well.

I just thought of this today and I guess my post sort of mentioned it, but this existence of the magnets also seems to imply some hierarchy of income or money flow. Kitsune doesn't have any because she doesn't need them and she wouldn't spend money she doesn't have on them anyway. Chizu is Lady Fuwa's favourite student despite how she treats her - and gets the best undercover gear, so like Gen and Usagi, custom magnets. I suspect also that Chizu deliberately somehow got herself assigned to the temple-job (headcanon for now), or perhaps hoped it would be something like that, because she didn't want to get any of the more victim-heavy missions the Neko Ninja do. Gen obviously has spent his own money on the holsters and they are there out of pure practicality - can't be a bounty-hunter without wepons, can you? So the magnets seem more like they're ordinary but custom for the outfit. And Usagi, as discussed before, possibly inherited them because of the clan mon adorning the inlay of the magnet.

@kinokothere - thank you!! I will probably continue making posts like this even if I have no audience! why I made this blog at first was to collect my SRTUC fandom theories and drawings under a more organized platform compared to twitter, where this specific fan-account started. I now write almost explusively about SRTUC so you can bet I have way fewer notes than if I wrote about shipping or something else popular for example xD

Thank you @0yasumi-0-ya-su-mi! it's a fun little world-building detail that I really liked when I started wtaching and I hope other fans also include it more in their work x3

@umhuhwellthen x3 thank you!! i love seeing reactiong tags like this one!

[dirtbra1n]

WAIT I FORGOT ABOUT KRISNIX VS WRIGHTWORTH

HI SUNNFISH it’s been eight days and I’m not getting any work done right now anyway. Ha ha ha ha. I’m gonna go dig up some of my nutjob krisnix hashtag #Posts

okay that done I’m actually gonna talk about wrightworth first. baby’s first yaoi probably It makes sense and it compels me.

really really beautiful thing about wrightworth is how many people go into the first ace attorney thinking that the prevalence of attorney yaoi is a result of typical fandom behavior and get blasted with the concentrated blast of shu takumi’s vision of how chronically strange normal guy phoenix wright decided to completely change the trajectory of his life for one of his boy best friends from the 4th grade. unnecessary feelings and its ramifications. miles edgeworth choosing death gate. the ugly ways phoenix does not cope with this, on account of his many issues. redacted hospital scene. sundry textual instances of phoenix’s well-adjustment re: edgeworth shot at the player point blank. miles edgworth That man… gate. wrightworth is so fucking much you guys……..

I do not see either of these two biting the bullet to establish a formally romantic relationship in any capacity until they are well into their thirties. they need to be extraordinarily strange at and about one another for decades on end and then elope on a thursday afternoon, which will not ease up the strangeness but will grant them various legal benefits. love wins! Longer post would talk about how and why they’re weird. but I need to talk ab

sunnfish when I tried the media tab first for collected krisnix miscellany I passed this and it made me cry laugh

I need to talk about krisnix

trying to pin down my deepest rooted beliefs is like pulling teeth. You know there was a time where apparently I saw nothing interesting about kristoph. I’ve become a better and weirder person in the meantime. it makes sense. it compels me. ha ha ha ha.

^ 2dirt2brain krisnix breakdown of december ’23. of which we’re all very aware I’m sure. kristoph wants control of the world around him and is as incapable of fulfilling that desire as any mortal man. phoenix has a lot more free time nowadays. regular dinners together. seven years. play hooky, get hooked. unkillable phoenix wright. you can’t fake an affection that long—seven years. come on, now. get back to the office after they take him in and slump a little. you ought to say, now or never, that you kinda like the guy.

you’ve (🫵 not him) got to know that phoenix wright is a hard as hell guy to know We’ve compared him to tashiro before sunnfish I know this. he doesn’t open up. clam shut tight of course I think we should give kristoph a paring knife to try and crack him open. just can’t trust him with knives bigger than that one.

like of course the psychosexual warfare is the main thing. but seven years together and zero reason to believe that the guy who cost you your attorneys badge would murder anyone means seven years of some of the heartiest insane appealing-directly-to-me Situation the world has ever, ever seen. some of this is psychosexual warfare. everything else is a secret worse thing.

I think flawed attorney and devastatingly loyal man phoenix wright should try to save kristoph’s life. bet you never thought you’d care this much about capital punishment, huh, phoenix?

also kristoph should be time looped

now considering the VS. statistically I trust more people with wrightworth because the sheer numbers go crazy. I trust myself and my friends with krisnix more however because krisnix is fundamentally custom built for me to chew on and bite into. two cakes. we should put edgeworth and kristoph in a cage match. I think they just WOULD NOT get along, separate from phoenix entirely. tear each other’s dicks off!!!!!

as a bonus here is a short list of things that remind me of krisnix

boris by lo-fang

that myth about a dog locking its jaws as it bites into you

magnet poem I spent actual hours laboriously stitching together whilst listening to kristoph’s solitary confinement theme

Also munchausen by proxy have I said that already

and of course the second bonus:

[tallowandport]

https://www.tumblr.com/tallowandport/742177476402446337/the-mlp-infection-au-brainrot-has-gotten-to-me?source=share

Your au seems so intresting so far but gotta ask and sorry if this is spoilers for the story...just excited to see more and so curious:

Why would Celestia release such a devastating plague? Did the pony population get too big and she needed to kill some off in order to prevent overpopulation? If that guess is right, I'm curious if this will turn into a situation where Celestia is like "yes...yes the plan is working perfectly....ok maybe a little too perfectly...oh dear me, ok maybe I made this plague a little TOO strong because at this rate, ponies are going to go extinct...what have I done!?!?!"

Or was it originally intended to kill off an enemy of equestria buuuut it accidently reached ponies instead of the enemies and Celestia doesn't want to admit it was her because she knows it news that she caused a devastating virus and had planned to basically do virus warfare, the ponies would be VERY upset?

Or...those are just some guesses on my end on why Celestia would make such a horrifying virus and decide to release it. (Hopefully she was smart enough to make a cure so in the middle of the pandemic, she could pretend to be a savior and cure the ponies...if not or if the virus had evolved into a new strain that the cure doesn't work on due to the amount of hosts it had gone through, equestia is screwed.)

Also...two questions I wonder if Celestia thought about if she infected the ponies on purpose and not some accident happening when trying to attack an enemy...who is she suppose to rule if she had noone to rule over? How does she rule an empty kingdom? Bet she didn't think that tiny tibit through.

Still sorry for so many questions and stuff, just so invested in the story and curious about it and can't wait to see what happens!

Lol, no worries! I do actually have a rough draft of an evil monologue Celestia goes on about why she does this.

It is still a rough draft though, so I might change some details later, but here it is for now! I think this should answer all your questions.

Here's a transcript for accessibility:

[transcript]

This whole thing is Celestias evil monologue:

"Do you know how many times I've remade the world, Twilight? Of course not. Because this world is the only one you've ever known."

"I've done this so many times. At first, it was merely out of necessity. The first few worlds were destroyed by sheer accident and freak chance. Diseases, natural disasters, that sort of thing. And then it was War."

"I must've snapped at some point, maybe I lost hope? It's been so long that I've forgotten."

"The wars and conflicts got to me. I began destroying and remaking the world in order to get a fresh start, clear my head, make it perfect 'next time'"

"This world has probably been my best one yet. I even thought it could be the last one I'd ever need to make."

"But... Lunas rebellion a thousand years ago was the first worrying sign."

"I almost destroyed everything then and there, but then I thought... 'well, what world wouldn't benefic from a little interesting history?' so I held off."

Then, you came along, and it felt like my wish for conflict resulution could finally be solved... for the first few disasters."

"but then, conflicts just Kept Popping Up."

"You would solve one, and then an entirely new, unrelated, issue would present itself!"

"As if you were not a cure, but a magnet!"

"I can't let this go on. I am sick and tired of something always coming along to ruin my world."

"But I am also sick and tired of destroying the world like I usually do."

"So I decided on something different this time around... I thought releasing somethingslow and agonising onto the populace, something that'd make them destroy the world on their own, would be entertaining to watch... And you know what?"

"It has been the most fun I've had in AEONS."

[End of transcript]

Tldr: Celestias actually some sort of perfectionist God that's been destroying and recreating the world whenever something doesn't go exactly as she planned, and this time she decided to have fun with the destruction.

Ah, and as for why Luna, Discord, Cadence, and all them aren't mentioned is (for now, this is still a rough draft, this could change in the future) the fact they aren't actually gods, Celestia created them, too. And gave them the pretence that they had power.

Part 1, part 2

[dogtoling]

1. Can Inkfish breath in while swimming (or sitting still) in their ink?

2. So we know that Inkfish don’t have bones, but I heard they have cartilage or something instead. That true? If so, how does that work?

3. Ok while writing this question I realized the answer, but… How do Agent Neo and the rest of the NSS get out of Alterna? (Realized they just super jump)

4. How do Inkfish super jump so accurately and onto moving objects like the Tower?

5. Why did ORCA create puzzles for the Inkfish? Like, not generic puzzles, puzzles specifically designed for Inkfish? Last I checked, all ORCA is is just a storage system with an AI.

6. So… Deep Cut. Wth did they think those random pieces of metal were going to do? I doubt that’s very valuable (unless humans mined all the ore and there’s basically none left, so melting it down gets a lot of money) so like… why fight over pointless junk when there are literal HUMAN ARTIFACTS probably just sitting around Alterna?

7. For a timespan of 12k years, the buildings in Alterna seem quite well preserved… explain.

8. How is Grizz so big and furry? Like, bears aren’t that big. Also the guy can survive in space. Like what.

9. How did Smallfry change like that in the final fight?

10. I keep seeing how Splatoon confirmed magic and now I’m confused.

Lotta questions about Alterna, I bet most can be just chalked up as bad planning regarding the story but like… I wanna hear what you think.

Assuming they're not literally inside the ink but rather on top of it, yes they can breathe

Inklings having cartilage is entirely fanon, they are confirmed not to have bones but they're not confirmed to not have some other type of support structure. People default to cartilage because Inklings are big enough to where SOME kind of support structure would be required, and we do see details of "bones" on the models (especially captain cuttlefish) although i think those are only there because the game's artists still wanted the inklings to have human anatomy. hence why they have kneecaps

yeah they probably super jump.

Game logic. But also Inklings are implied to use (and even need) signals to track when they super jump, so it's likely that they are able to sense magnetic fields and signals that they use to fine tune their trajectory, which is how they're able to super jump so accurately when they don't actually see where they're jumping. (It tracks when you take into accounts spawn points, squid beakons, the huge antenna on the Grizzco boat.. i DON'T know how the hell teammates function in this scenario but alas)

there's no good reason for this one chief the story writers just wanted to reuse octo expansion level design. ardnin has a good theory surrounding this but other than that canon does not have our back here

again the story writers didnt know what the hell to do but corporate quota probably says the new idols of the game HAVE TO be in the main story for marketability reasons so they needed to be in there being the weakest links of any story mode to date. this plot point is made worse by the fact that in the story mode, Agent 3 ISN'T EVEN AFTER THE OBJECTS. you just kind of wander into the boss areas with the thing just lying there abandoned and deep cut shows up like OH MY GODDDDD YOU CANT TAKE THATTTTT like girl, ok! you had 5 hours to take that yourself and leave! the player was never asked to retrieve the things to begin with, we just kinda take it in the end.

this has bothered the hell out of me too and it did the entire time i played through the story mode. Not to mention EVERYTHING looks extremely well-preserved taking into account the, uh... you know, the entire major plot point about the caverns COLLAPSING? lol. Not going to nitpick too much about this but basically the best explanation is that Alterna doesn't experience weather or anything, so it's semi-functional as a type of time capsule.

all but confirmed in the new art book, but Grizz is mutated to ALL HELL. His skeleton doesnt even resemble a bear at this point. Basically, he is insanely mutated. yeah i got nothing on the surviving in space part, i hate the story

i hate the story (the answer is magic i guess)

Related to the previous point, this is WHY people are saying splatoon confirmed magic. I mean there is zero explanation to a smallfry (JUVENILE SALMONID) turning into a 15 meter giant floating fish in rapid 5 second metamorphosis because of Ocean Creature Hopes and Dreams, in SPACE, then going nuts for a while and just............. turning back into a juvenile salmonid. Honest to god I would be more okay with this happening if Smallfry had STAYED as a giant fish, because we know salmonids come in a lot of different forms and whatever they turn into is highly influenced by their life and battles up to that point. So hell, it would've made sense that Smallfry's adventure in Alterna and finally going up against what is basically the Salmonids' arch nemesis would've been a good arc for them to mature, but to pull that magic anime transformation and then just REVERSE IT is just.... You could say it's the salmon equivalent to what the Kraken is for inkfish, but that makes NO SENSE because whereas transformations like that are sensible for inklings which are creatures known to be able to do rapid metamorphosis and alter their body shape, A SALMONID IS A FISH. WITH MUSCLES AND FLESH AND BONES AND STUFF. what HAPPENED HERE bro

anyway thanks for this ask and yes, as you predicted, i believe that 90% of the plot holes in the alterna story are just because they did not have time or interest to make the story cohesive - because of the art book we now know that the Splatoon 3 story mode's first concept was COMPLETELY DIFFERENT (although we know next to nothing aside from that), there's barely ANY concept art for fuzzy octarians, barely any concept art for Mr. Grizz, and literally zero mention of O.R.C.A. So at this time I fully believe that for one reason or another the dev team wasn't able to make the story they actually wanted to make, so the story we got was either rushed or just didn't have a lot of effort put into it and that's why everything about it feels so weird and quickly smacked together and it tries way too hard to have a cool climax to the point where it achieves nothing but confusion

[its-a-ittle-bit-cold]

thomas tmr x reader

two bestfriends pinning over eachother

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Hi! Thanks for requesting, it really means a lot! <3

here it is!

Nothing (Everything)

Thomas Tmr x reader

summary: A day spent with Thomas is a day well spent

Warnings: Afab!reader, semi nude?? like swimming, blood (a little)

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Thomas is my best friend.

This isn’t the first time you’ve thought it, but it’s definitely the first you’ve thought it to prove that he can’t be anything more. 

Thomas is in fact, your best friend. He’s the one you find yourself gravitating towards, there’s just a certain magnetism about him that makes him completely comfortable to be around. He’s whip smart and loyal almost to a fault, something that you admire. 

You know him, and he knows you the same way. He knows your favorite star in the sky, that you absolutely hate sitting still, and that you, unlike all the other shanks in the Glade, will take a break when you’re down. In turn, you know that he’s content with sitting together atop the watchtower, looking out on the glade, and that when he’s tired, the only thing that brightens his face is you - or a bucket of ice water, but that’s hard to come by, nowadays.

Sometimes, you’ll spend nights in the meadow, shoulder to shoulder, sometimes laying on his chest, because that’s what friends do. 

Friends.

So what if you and Minho have a bet going that Thomas is in love with you.

(“Tell you what, Minho.”

“What, sweetheart?” Minho, another one of your close friends, crosses his arms and gives you a look that says, I can’t wait to hear this.

“If Thomas confesses his love to me in the next two months, I’ll give you my dessert for a week.”

“No, Tommy wouldn’t do that.”

“Fine. A kiss. But don’t expect me to tell you if you’re not there. I need me my Frypan desserts!”)

Thomas is strictly your best friend, and he’s never seen you other than that. 

He’s my best friend.

It’s the runners’ off day, so Thomas is sort of drifting around the glade, doing odd jobs for you in the medjacks building. He’s been acting a little weird, almost saying something and then pausing, turning away a little too quickly.

Quiet, which isn’t something you normally get from Thomas, especially on days when it’s just the two of you hanging out. 

His bronze eyes flick away from you as you turn around to tell him that you’re finally done organizing the tools for Clint, and that now you two can go out into the glade.

“Honestly, Thomas, I don’t see why you don’t just go bother Newt. He’s your friend, too.”

Thomas gives you that adorable puppy face. 

“Maybe I like you better than Newt.”

“That’s reasonable, I am better.”

He laughs at that, a little harder than you would’ve thought your stupid joke would have merited. You grin.

His laugh is the best.

You could probably listen to it on repeat for a week and not get tired of his laugh. 

“C’mon, Tommy. Let’s get some vitamin d.”

He follows you out into the sunny Glade. Newt waves at you from the gardens, and, shielding your eyes, you wave back. Deciding to go see what he’s up to, you and Thomas jog over to the gardens, where Newt tosses you a shovel. You miss it, and i smacks thomas right in the face.

***

“Y/n, I’m fine, really.” Thomas pushes against your grip, trying to sit up. You push him right back down onto the cot, still patching up the bloody stripe the shovel cut on his cheekbone. 

“Thomas, you took a shovel to the face. You’re fine when I say you’re fine.”

He smiles that perfect smile, then grimaces, clenching his jaw. You pause, momentarily distracted by his chiseled jaw and cheekbones, before stringing up a needle.

“I’m going to stitch it, then you’ll be done, okay?” 

Thomas rolls his eyes, but complies, only flinching slightly as you begin to suture the wound.

Poor Newt, who was so guilty for cutting Thomas with a rogue shovel that he followed the two of you here, Thomas shaking with laughter, and you biting your lip to keep your face straight. You’d had to kick him out because of his fussing over Thomas.

You tie off the stitch and admire your handiwork, meeting Thomas’s eyes. He raises his eyebrows and you sigh, letting him sit up.

“Thanks, Y/n. Really.”

“Couldn’t have you running around with that gash on your face, could I? That’s what friend are for.”

Is your mind playing tricks on you, or do you see a flicker of disappointment on Thomas’s face?

He’s my best friend.

“Except Newt,” He says, after a beat of strangely awkward silence. “The only thing he’s good for his hitting you in the face with a shovel.”

You snort.

“Yep, Newts my right hand man solely because he beats the sexist greenies with his shovels.”

“Hey, those things could be lethal.”

***

It’s a hot day, so you’ve finally got a reason to put the pool to work. 

It’s not actually a pool, but a blocked off part of the stream at the edge of the glade, more like a water hole, but It’s a great cool off for the days when the suns beating down on you. Because you and Thomas technically have a free day today, You and him go and change into swim clothes- you into shorts and one of your sports bras, him into his athletic shorts. 

He strips his shirt off and jumps in from the ledge off of a bank. 

The water hole is half open to the sun, and half shrouded by trees. A couple years back, someone decided to put up a rope on one of the lower hanging trees to be able to swing in. Newt, ever the cautious one, led a seminar on how to swing into the water hole without breaking your neck, to which about none of the boys listened to, competing between each other who could get the highest jump, or the most flips.

You swing in off the rope, vaulting over the water and landing with a splash in the cool water. You dunk your head so your hair falls back behind your back. You glance around, looking for Thomas, thinking he might have climbed out to swing in the rope. 

A soft wave of movement around your feet has you looking down, just in time to be hoisted into the air by the boy you’d been looking for. You yelp and squirm in his grasp, laughing loudly  before being tossed in the air and landing with another splash.

When you resurface, Thomas is crouched so that you can only see his shoulders, lazily carding his hands through the water. You’re behind him, and he doesn’t bother to turn, so you get a great view of his spectacular back and arm muscles.

“Whose idea was the water hole?” He asks, finally turning to you. God, his chest and shoulders are even better to look at than his back. “I’m thinking Minho, but something tells me Gally has a fun side hidden behind that grouchy façade.”

You giggle. 

“You did not just say grouchy.”

“so what if I did?” he crosses his arms. “Whatcha gonna do about it, princess?”

He’s called you princess before, but this time feels different. Today feels different.

“Nothing, It’s just funny.”

You smile, but he doesn’t say anything, just staring at you.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Something stirs in your stomach, a fluttery feeling, not something you’ve felt before. Thomas is still staring at you. Any other guy, even Newt or Alby, or even Minho, would make you uncomfortable, staring at you this long. But Thomas… he makes you feel seen.

He’s my best friend, you remind yourself.

You walk towards him, poking him in the side. He scoots away.

“What, Tommy? And don’t say nothing, because we both know that that’s a lie.” Thomas finally breaks his stare and looks past you, contemplating. 

God, he’s gorgeous.

He’s my best friend.

“Thomas?”

He meets your eyes.

“Nothing.” His voice is strained. 

Your heart sinks.

 “Nothing, except that every time I look at you my head goes fuzzy. Nothing, except lately, all you’ve done is drive me absolutely insane. Nothing, except that I shucking convinced you that cuddling annd sharing clothes was normal best friend behavior, and that I almost quit the runners because I wanted to spend more time with you, and I have to tell you because if I don’t I swear it’ll kill me.”

… and fills with helium and you’re soaring in he clouds.

And you’re on him and you’re kissing him. His lips are soft and perfect and surprised at first, but they respond to yours, fervently kissing you back.

He breaks from you, eyes wide.

“Y/n.”

You kiss him again.

Because he’s your best friend.

Because he’s so much more.

bonus:

“Yeah! Woohoo!”

Minho’s cheers echo through the glade.

“Oh, Shuck off, Mean hoe!” you scream back, still wrapped in Thomas’s arms.

“I win, Bitch!”

Minho sticks his tongue out, on his merry way to go get your sweets from Fry.

[blueboyluca]

@wyrddogs made a good observation about my walking to the startline and not making it fun enough for Marcie in that little distance. I think this is probably why Marsh is disconnecting. I forgot to use a transport! I remembered to use transports between training loops, but I've dropped the ball connecting these routine pieces together.

For those that haven't heard of transports, they're tools to help fill the little gaps between activities in a training loop. Utilising them is what makes the loop a connected loop. As described in Agility Right from the Start by Eva Bertilsson and Emelie Johnson Vegh:

If we could teleport the dog from one spot to another, making him vanish and reappear when and where we wanted to (without him noticing the lapses), we would! But since that isn’t possible, we do the next best thing and make sure the dog is occupied whenever we need to bridge gaps in time and/or space. It all boils down to Good Agility Practices: To build and maintain your dog’s focus and intensity and to avoid “gaps” in your training session, you need to help your dog stay “in the bubble” the whole time. We use the term transport as a collective name for all the different activities we use to bridge such gaps in time and/or space.

Examples of transports are:

Leashing the dog

Treat magnet

Send to station/recall from station

Tugging

Connected walking

Nose target

Guide by collar

It's up to your dog what the best method is. For Marceline I use tug between runs, as I can tug her all the way back to the beginning. But I've missed an opportunity to use a transport between our warm up and heading to the startline. I think a treat magnet is probably our best bet here. I will try that at our next session and see if it improves this little spot of disengagement.

[semi-sketchy]

Have you seen the PAW Patrol movies? If you haven't, I think that you'd like them (since you like backstories).

Yes indeed! I have seen both.

I already spoke about them on my DA, here and here, but I'll copy-paste it in this post for convenience. Maybe in the future when I see the films again I'll write more about them, especially seeing as I mostly talked about my OCs in relation to the first movie rather than the movie itself.

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Spoilers for the entire [first] movie ahead! If you have not seen it/wanna go in blind, DO NOT READ PAST THIS POINT

The movie was amazing, I've already seen it 3 times. A nice climax and honestly Humdinger being so cringe almost works in the favor of the film. He's essentially a diet Trump, because racism in a kids movie is a no-no. The hat jokes though? Mm, could've done without, they weren't really funny. What was funny was the elevator shaft scene. From Ryder using Humdinger as a ladder, completely disregarding all elevator safety mechanisms to drop the shaft as fast as possible, to the cats when they reached the bottom. Absolutely amazing facial expression.

I'll admit, I've been thinking about how my OCs would've been in the movie for days now, so I'll just stick all that here. Nami would be so good in that environment. She was a street kid and grew up in a small city, so this type of place would be like second nature to her, hence one reason I think her and Liberty would go together like peas and carrots. The two would be an unstoppable amount of sass and thrills, no one could keep up. Their banter would be classic. With the missions, her quick movements but impulsive nature would really help in the rescues. At the end with that giant storm, you bet she would've immediately taken charge. I can see her using her hydraulic arm to move debris and push open doors, and her hook shots to keep from getting blown away or swing around to grab someone. At the end where Humdinger is running, you bet she would be chasing him. Don't doubt corgis, they're fast. She would totally catch up.

Tara would probably do okay in the city, her specialty wouldn't really be catered to, but neither was Zuma's and he was still useful. She might help Marshall put out the fires and use her grappling hook to grab things in the storm. I mostly see her using her large build to their advantage, for instance holding the doors closed in the wind. She'd probably like Liberty alright, but no one can replace Byte as her closest friend.

Byte...would have issues. He's claustrophobic and I imagine sometimes it would get to be a little much for him. He'd be able to stop, take a breath and work through it, but you can bet he would not sleep in one of those hexagonal cubbies like the other pups. He'd take the floor, thank you very much. He'd be worried about Chase though. I already knew the two were good friends, but the movie really cemented it for me. They share a very similar pain; both being left behind and alone. He'd be trying his best to look out for him, I can only imagine Byte hearing his angsty scream and seeing the jump just to go "oh no". Also, the wind? He'd be an absolute puff ball by the end. Boy might need the knots shaved out. With the trauma though, Byte is more in control of his emotions. He's usually the calmer, voice of reason. His heart aches for Chase, knowing exactly how that feels, but ultimately you can't help someone who doesn't want it. If they're not ready to get better or admit there is a problem, you can't do anything. 

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Well, I finally saw The Mighty Movie.

Despite my disinterest in Mighty Pups as a whole, this movie was another surprisingly good one. We got Skye's origin story and the powers were handled shockingly well. They reworked a lot of them, so like Zuma can turn INTO water now (I might've squealed seeing him pop up out of the sink) and Rocky can basically become a magnet, which is just so much more useful. (Also they 100% gave the villain Byte's super powers lol)

That's another thing: it balances the use of the pups better than the first movie. Like everyone actually HAS something to do. Will say, the Junior Patrollers were hyped so much in marketing, I thought they'd be super annoying, but they're not actually in the movie that much. Again, a good balance.

Gonna go into some general spoilers now.

Complaint: yeah Ryder is...mm. Kinda a dick. Everyone grieving their headquarters being destroyed, losing all their vehicles and tools, when Ryder just HAD new ones sitting on the Sea Patroller (oh yeah that shows up). "We have to end this program where kids hang out at our place because it's become too dangerous" buddy. Please tell me how them staying with Liberty while y'all run out on missions puts them in danger. Explain. "Oh you can't go on a mission without super powers" bro did you forget what you were doing last week?

He acts like Skye is totally useless after she loses her crystal and like...her tools have been destroyed, but she can still fly her vehicle. So she can't fly on her own anymore, but if it's that huge of a deal, maybe just borrow Liberty's crystal since you don't even know what her power is? Oh yeah they also spend half the movie being like "what's Liberty do" and...I love my girl but that's a mood.

And, this is a general bother, but like cockapoos are not teeny tiny dogs. They act like Skye is smaller than Liberty and...honey dachshunds aren't even a foot tall. The only way she could be the same size as Liberty is if she was a teacup cockapoo. Not a big deal, I suppose, just I always assumed she was a standard, or at least a mini because it's not like the rest of the members are THAT much bigger.

The overall storyline is about how Skye feels like she needs to compensate for her size and the super powers make her feel like the strong one for the first time in her life. Ryder just telling her she can't help get her crystal back because she doesn't have powers completely cements this need to prove herself because Ryder doesn't even believe her capable without powers. (seriously. Ryder why were you mean. Why did you cause the plot of the movie.) Although, I do have to say it was cute how they decided to make Chase the one that offers her some comfort and sees if she's okay.

Plus, Skye got her really big moment to prove herself. It wasn't ever that she doubted her ability, it's that she didn't think anyone else saw it. She's a bit of a daredevil and I think they handled her need to be validated well.

The movie was enjoyable! There were good stakes and while Skye messed up, you can completely understand why she did it (because Ryder was being a total ass). I like what they're doing with expanding the backstories of these pups individually. If they make another movie, I'd be interested to see what deep-seated trauma they give the next pup.

[mysmorgasbordoffantabulosa]

What makes taekook different from jikook? I'm trying to get an actual answer from people, but no one wants to answer it or the refuse to give a real answer.

as a casual kpop shipper, i see a lot of moments between tk, but a lot of moments from jikook as well. jikookers always mention the ear biting incident, how jk picks him up a lot, etc. i don't really know how to explain those moments. and taekook has a lot of chemistry too.

are there some main points that are different between the two ships? physical touch is in both and name-dropping is in both. sometimes jungkook will do things with jimin that would be weird if he was with taehyung. that's what confuses me.

Probably the reason why no-one what to give you an answer is that the bearest mention of that ship or even JM in their blog/account will bring forth a flurry of hate towards them.

I will normally tell people that no one can tell you to love one ship over others but you need to find out for yourself.

If you want Taekookers to give you some reasons why its more real YouTube is probably your best bet:

Alternatively, look and my posts about why I think Taekook might be real...

My followers/other anons have thoughts on this to help you out:

This anon has their thoughts:

and another:

and another:

[itsdirector]

The New Species 2

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Chapter 2

Subject: Ship-Head Uleena

Species: Urakari

Description: Reptilian humanoid, no tail. 5'3" (1.6 m) avg height. 135 lbs (61 kg) avg weight. 105 year life expectancy.

Ship: RSV Lowelana {Fights with Honor}

Location: Sol

The bridge was silent as we all watched the holographic display of the massive ship that had come to our rescue. The armor plating of the ship gave it the shape of driftwood. Or something an artist would try to create with driftwood before they gave up part of the way through. Flat-semi round and very, very thick plates covered almost the entirety of the vessel with the exception of a few spots. It took me some time to realize that those spots were likely weapon ports. Or maybe even fighter bays.

There were four obvious weapons, two at the top and two at the bottom, pointing in separate directions. Judging from the shape, they had to be some sort of magnetically accelerated cannon. They were bigger than the Lowelana.

"Sir, part of the unknown vessel is opening up and something is detaching from the interior," Kriin informed me in a voice just above a whisper. "It looks like... it's another ship."

A ship that was a little larger than our own separated from the unknown vessel and positioned itself alongside the Lowelana. An even smaller ship then left that one and began a course for us.

"We're being hailed by the small vessel," Liwna croaked, struggling to find his voice.

I cleared my throat and said, "Put them through."

The speaker crackled to life and the voice on the other end said, "RSV Lowelana this is Lieutenant Sergey Babanin of the USSS Valor. Please respond."

"We're here, Lieutenant Sergey Babanin of the USSS Valor. I am ship-head Uleena and this is the RSV Lowelana. You have permission to come aboard," I said, trying to mask the tension in my voice.

This was the worst-case scenario for a first contact from a species outside of the Republic. Indebting ourselves at first contact is definitely going to have some political backlash, especially with some of the more xenophobic member species. You would think that going to war would be, but being indebted to someone you don't know is usually a lose-lose scenario. Either we're out something by repaying the debt, or we don't repay the debt and go to war anyway.

"Uh, well..." Lt. Babanin began hesitantly, "we're not quite ready for boarding yet. We're showing several hull breaches and your structural integrity is... well..."

"Our frame is damaged, we know."

"It's not just damaged, capt... er... ship-head. It's cracked. Your frame is being held together by your hull and your hull has holes in it. If we're not extremely precise with our docking maneuver you're going to fall to bits."

I gave Liwna a bewildered look. He returned my stare with one of his own before looking back at his instrument panel.

"By the Suns, he's right. Apologies ship-head, the damage is much more severe than we originally assessed," he said.

"What can we do?" I asked, trying not to sound panicked. I don't want to lose any more of my crew.

"I... I don't know," Liwna said, nearly losing his composure.

"Don't worry too much ship-head, we're going to be able to extract you," Lt. Babanin interjected. "We are just going to need precision guidance. We're downloading the software required right now."

"Do you have compatible docking equipment? Clamps and such?" I asked.

"Well, we're currently waiting for the download to finish to solidify our plan of action, but I think our best bet is to use an umbilical. Looking at your ship's layout and the holes in it, we can probably attach to the hole in your... I think that's your living quarters? It's the room near your bridge."

I did some mental mapping, "Yes, that's right. That area's sealed off due to depressurization though."

"That won't be a problem," Lt. Babanin said cheerily. "We've brought enough gas to repressurize your entire ship. Once we're attached and the room is repressurized you'll be able to unseal it and exit through the umbilical."

The plan was solid but one thing bothered me, "If you're going to be using an umbilical then why do you need precision guidance software?"

"We're not familiar with your ship's construction methods or composition," he began. "For all we know just getting close to your ship can cause it to break apart due to the forces generated by our proximity. We'll need to be in a position far enough away that we won't be affecting you, aim and guide the umbilical to the proper position, and fire it gently enough that it won't send a shockwave that will shatter your ship."

"Understood," I said, satisfied by the explanation.

"Alright. Do you have pressure suits available?" he asked.

Liwna shook his head and said, "We don't have pressure suits but we do have respirators. They won't last long if we're exposed to vacuum, though."

"Well, that's better than nothing. I suggest you prep them. We'll be in touch when we're ready to begin."

"Acknowledged. Ship-head Uleena, out."

The comms light winked out as the connection was severed. The crew sat in silence for a time, unsure of what to say. Something was bothering me about that interaction, but I couldn't quite place it. It was Kriin who made it click into place.

"Their sensors must be much more advanced than ours," she said in a hushed tone.

"What do you mean?" asked Liwna.

I spoke up, "They were able to tell that our frame was fractured before we were. They were also able to determine our ship's layout to a degree that allowed them to formulate a rescue plan without consulting us. Not only that, but they were able to scan our databases well enough to be able to extrapolate and translate our language."

More silence. We hadn't just indebted ourselves in first contact with an unknown alien species. We'd indebted ourselves with a more advanced unknown alien species. I spent the next few minutes wondering what I should wear to my hearing. I took solace in the fact that what's left of my crew might live.

"We're being hailed, sir," Liwna informed me.

"Open a channel."

Lt. Babanin sounded more cheerful as he said, "We're ready to rescue you. Turns out my plan held up to scrutiny so we'll be proceeding with it. The only change is that we'll be sending some of our people aboard to assist with the evacuation, and I'll be joining the away team. Once everyone is safely off the ship, the USSS Thanatos will scoop it up so we can begin repairs."

Even though it was likely a very accurate description of what will happen, something deeply bothered me about the idea of a ship that can crew 50 people being 'scooped up'.

"Understood," I replied. "You have my permission to board. We'll begin evacuation preparation immediately. I'll see you on the bridge, Uleena out."

The comms light once again flashed off and the crew gathered around the holographic display in anticipation. We watched as the alien ship expertly maneuvered into a position far enough away that its magnetic fields and gravity wouldn't effect us enough to break us into pieces. We held our breath as the umbilical was fired and slowly traveled the distance between us. There was a time delay of half a second so we actually heard the ever-so-soft thud of the umbilical making contact before we saw it.

"The umbilical has hit its mark, and we're holding steady!" Kriin said joyfully.

The tension in the air evaporated as the crew allowed themselves a little celebration. For my part, I exhaled the breath I had been holding in. We're almost safe.

"Don't celebrate too heartily. We'll be having guests soon, and I want everyone on their best behavior. No staring," I said with a smile.

"Short-band signal coming in, sir," Kriin said, holding her hand to her ear, "it's the lieutenant. He and his team are proceeding through the umbilical."

"Okay everyone, respirators on. I want the injured evacuated first. Then the non-essentials. Kriin, Liwna, you'll be evacuating with me," I said with as much authority as I could muster.

"Yes, sir!" the remaining crew said unanimously.

"Sir, they're aboard. The lieutenant is headed this way," Kriin said.

I heard the thudding footsteps before I saw what they belonged to. The first one through the door was huge. I was fooled at first because it had to slump through the door, but then it rose to its full height. At least 6'5" {195 cm} and very wide. It was obviously wearing a pressure suit, but the suit looked more like body armor. The helmet was completely opaque, with what looked like lights and cameras installed. There were thick plates strategically placed on what looked like a rubbery weaved body suit. The body suit was black, but everything else was navy blue.

We were all staring in a shocked silence when the other two monstrosities crouched through the door. They were both 7' {216 cm} tall and wearing a similar pressure suit but in olive drab. Even under such seemingly cumbersome attire, it was obvious that their musculature would put our most avid body-builders to shame. I fought my fight-or-flight instincts as I briefly wondered if they were even organic at all.

"Air's safe, lieutenant," one of the green monsters said.

The one in blue took off his helmet to reveal soft, beige skin with golden high-cut hair. His piercing blue eyes scanned the room like a predator before he affixed his gaze to me. His lips curled in what could be mistaken for a snarl, showing four pointed teeth and several flat ones. This actually set me at ease because I recognized the expression as a smile. Several primate species have similar expressions. Even the Urakari have our own variation.

"You must be cap... ship-head Uleena," it said.

"Y-yes. And you must be lieutenant Babanin. W-welcome aboard," I said, trying my best not to stammer.

"I'm sorry if we look frightening. These are designed to do that, but they're all we had on hand."

"I understand. You're... uh... quite larger than we pictured," I said as I rubbed the back of my neck nervously.

One of the green monsters chuckled slightly. The other turned to look at him with what I assume was a glare.

"The suits add to our size by an inch or two. It doesn't sound like it makes a difference, but it definitely does," he gestured to his left, "This is Corporal Simmons," then he gestured to his right, "This is Lance-Corporal Johnson."

"Nice to meet you," Johnson said in a gruff voice. I nodded in acknowledgment, unable to speak.

"Well then, let's get you rescued, shall we?" Lt. Babanin said with another smile.

I was about to agree when the proximity alert chimed again. This time I definitely recognized the sound. I had been hearing it more and more lately, and the last time I heard it was right before we found ourselves in this situation. My hearts skipped a beat.

Kriin looked up from her station and shouted, "SIR! OMNI-UNION SHIPS!"

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[anemia-rp]

It's the same for me. I'm not sure whether I could trust a person fully. There were once two people I somewhat trusted, but there was always the possibility that they'll end up backstabbing me. Back in the other world people saw me as a bomb that could blow up any time. Maybe I would have some sides to show to special people as well, if I had someone I could consider special.

If someone agrees with me too much for too long I start to become suspicious. It could be a sign that they fear you and wait for a moment to attack you. Sure, it can be fun if someone follows you blindly so to speak and you can take advantage of that.

Just because you described me different than people did so far doesn't mean I will feel the need to show you a different side of me. But on the other hand it's more fun to let you keep wondering whether I put on an act or not. There are always different sides to everyone. Let's wait and see what your final opinion of me will be.

The human deep inside of me comes to the surface from time to time and then I think for a split second I might deserve something good. But life reminded me time and time again that I don't so I will make sure I deserve it even more to go to hell.

I guess never say never... but I don't think anything will change for me.

I'll for sure try to tickle things out of you. I wanna see what your softer side looks like. And who knows maybe at some point you will simply go ahead and show me one of those sides. Of course I'm still careful. I bet you are as well. You have a list, huh? How about you tell me what else is on that list.

I don't think you're that type of person, but you're free to proof me wrong. No, I never got an reward. Back then when I could be consider good nobody cared about it. Then life fucked me over and ever since then I didn't do anything to deserve a reward. Also no one ever called me a good boy, but it seems you are eager to change that.

So people considered you as unpredictable if they compared you to a bomb. If others think you're unpredictable they will always keep their distance. It's really something effective to push people away.

Yeah, I've got this paranoid thinking as well. I often don't even trust someone else's smile. They could act just friendly so you get closer and can backstab you more easily. A doormat in human form can be indeed fun and useful, but nothing else. This is not someone you could truly like. Guess many people don't even think about this.

Certainly not. But it could be open the door to show me more sides of you. If we're really that alike then it could be we push each other away like two magnets with the same pole. However, how close I get to someone depends a lot on how people see me and how much they wanna see about me. It can take long for me to form an opinion about someone. And even after a year it could be I can't because there's usually much about a person. So dunno about a 'final opinion' about you.

Guess that only shows you actually have a conscience. Maybe sometimes you should leave it to others to decide if you deserve something good or something bad. Probably you're harder on yourself than most other people would be. It's often like that. We're our hardest critics.

My softer side. It has different facets. Could be you'd see them yourself if you're around me. One thing is that I sometimes like to help people. Weaker people. Guess what tells a lot about someone is how they're around children, animals and women. So at least some of those things are on my list of what I wanna see of you. What you do when you're bored just as well. And to see all of your emotions for once.

Let's say that I sometimes like it to be against things, but usually I have reasons for it. I wouldn't mind changing this, yeah. It's nice to give people new experiences. Maybe even one of the best things.

[wow-cool-robot]

Episode 36: Big Zam's Last Stand

the large mobile suit on my television is so big! how did it get so large. it reminds me of my largest spacecraft

this part of the show is very pretty. space is easier to make pretty maybe

oh no. sleggar. however will we manage without you

bright, this is not the time for this

unsure what the show wants me to think here, but my guess is it's that mirai's falling in love with sleggar and bright is being noble about it, despite her last interaction with him being him slapping her and her clearly disliking him before that

so sleggar is supposed to be american, right? what with the hamburger and the face and everything

the romantic music playing whill he's eating a burger with crumbs on his face is funny enough to make up for this a little

dude you can't just leave the burger you had 2 bites of there! what a waste of food

boy do i hate being right all the time

giving her a ring? he's going to die and he knows it.

also the show realized it hadn't given anyone a reason to care about him (other than his name being sleggar law)

this is like the kittan/yoko scene towards the end of gurren lagann but worse

i will be honest, i'd forgotten m'quve was still alive

kai's really good at this, he just isn't a newtype (i assume)

the big zam is big strong

big zam looks very stupid though, which makes it not too bad

dozle, are you sure you're the best pilot for the job? i bet char thinks so

m'quve is still an asshole, but you're heading straight into the battlefield so maybe you guys should leave the pod to go elsewhere

mirrors probably not going to work anymore, but they're giving it a go

i think mirai should also have a romantic moment with sayla. fairs fair, and they've had more romantic tension tbh. sadly the showrunners are cowards

'it deflected the beam! that means missiles will work!' sure dude, whatever

"i never expected solomon to fall so easily." you ran the place! this is on you!

magnets deflect lasers. i gotta take notes

i thought missiles would need to be used? this type chart makes no sense

rip sleggar i guess. did his death accomplish anything? i think amuro could probably have managed that on his own

dozle getting out and shooting at amuro with a normal machine gun is i think supposed to be sad. it isn't

amuro getting attacked psychically by zeon now, and then a shot of him jumping away not in the gundam before the gundam jumps away. i like the visuals at least

this is a confusing episode, and i mean that in a bad way

this song is not earned at all

whatever, bad episode. sad that the cool space battle animation was blown on a boring confusing mess, but so it goes

[halt-kun]

Hunter x Hunter Chapter 132 - The Forty Spells

Okay I’ll probably do only one chapter today

OOOOH Ponytail girl again

probably my favourite with Abengane in this batch of people

I like the thin girl next to Abengane too, Puhat is cool too.

Then we got Beardy old man, Tall black guy with cool earrings and asian guy

Hello Terrorsandwich look alike

Cool panel

Too bad Togashi drew the faces only once

JISPAAAAAAAA

Coolest guy around, I would love to hang out with and play cards

TREEEEEEES

Kosofftro, your name is weird

And your get up too

I like the arrows and the hat

Is your power kinda like Medusa in Soul Eater or maybe Manipulation of some sort

You have a blade though

Only three cards and 10,000 J is around 100€ I think if it’s the same as yen

I like the forest

Anyway, Angel’s breath is definitely one of the hardest cards to own

You’d need to trade nearly all the free slots cards of one player, leaving them pretty much defenseless

List is useful

Spell cards are indeed hard to store up

I’m surprised nobody has ever played like I would which means nearly never using a spell card because I’d feel I would be wasting it like potions in rpg

NICE JOB

though it’s not surprising

I bet getting the last rare spell cards you needed was frustrating and long though

I think Fortress protects one page of the binder against anything

Well a cave is a good hideout but not the most comforting one I think

An important info

20 meters to count as meeting people and being in range for a spell to work

The info dumping will begin

OH YEEEEES

Togashi is really terrifying, let’s read all those spells (4 pages)

It’s the main reason I might sometime take breaks in-between chapters

Peek : very common and quite useful for preparing an attack I think

Fluoroscopy : Useful to know if there is anything worth stealing

Defensive wall : I’m surprised such a common spell can apparently protect against anyone

Reflect : UNO REVERSE card

Magnetic Force : Rarer but very useful

PickPocket : Common and random

Thief : rarer more useful

Trade : That’s the dumbest source of chaos I’ve ever seen

Return : Common too, very useful

Clone : VERY useful for monopolizing rare cards, rare itself

Second PAGE

Mimic : useful too

Relegate : fun source of chaos, basically yeeting anyone you don’t like it’s not even to a city, it can be in the middle of nowhere, would love to see it. Maybe it’s what happened to the random guy that appeared in front of Gon and Killua and seemed a bit confused about where he was. He quickly went on the offensive too

Origin : Useful (it could be this one too)

Leave : Not as rare as expected

Clairvoyance : Peek + Fluoroscopy

Drift : useful

Collision : random source of chaos too

Levy : cool one too, very effective to steal

Drawbridge : I don’t see the difference with defensive wall except the limitation to short range

Fake : Not useful like clone but good too fuck with people

Mug : useful and not that rare

Corruption :Useful to destroy cards but also to get low ranked cards you missed

Compromise : bitch move kinda

Dispel : Useful though needs to have some prior information

Blackout curtain : Useful too, I hope you get notified

Holy water : DAMN, very useful

Trace : stalker

Rock toss : okay, probably useful to lower the number of spell cards

Bullet : bitch move

Guidepost : useful too to know where to get a card

Final spell page

Analysis : Cool data info

Lottery : gambler thing

Cling : To keep in touch with your main rivals

Purify  oh god, thanks for this item

Fortress : Best defense around

Eye of god : nice name, useful

Recycle : There is a way to retransform into a card and it’s quite common, cool

List : Mentioned before

Accompany : DAMN useful though I’d like to see accompany accidentally taking one random person in a 20m radius

Contact : PHONES

Good to know Puhat !

We don’t have the info

but I think the conversion limit is 400 for G rank, 300 for F rank, 30 for B rank, 10 for A rank, 3 for S rank, Rank E and D must be  200 and 100 ?

Okay so getting a peek above, it’s ~150 for F rank, ~100 for E rank, ~80-50 for D rank, ~50-40 for C rank, B rank is correct, S rank is 10 and A is in-between

SS is 3 then ???

Puhat wanted to play at who’s smarter and lost, Abengane is definitely up there

Nice 

Best of five !

Gon finally LOST

HAIL THE NEW KING

Janken is now a sport with advanced techniques and high stakes between Gon and Killua

I LOVE IT

B rank is nice

Kinda useful but annoying to use

In french it says it turn to ashes like a Phoenix

Useful to use against people too

ANYWAY THE END