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Mojang needs to add backpacks. I LOVE gathering a bunch of things, flowers, different stones, and a bunch of wood. And while I've got all my tools and food, plus a boat or whatever else it doesn't make it easy.

I know we have shulker boxes, but those aren't until LATE in the game most of the time. So I think that'd be a good alternative with not AS much room as a shulker, it could take up the slot you'd use for a chest plate for the slight disadvantage as well.

So another idea that i come up with

I was thinking about giving a headcanon of Chaotique being a hard age bot. Giving the fact that she knew who skullman is, it isn't hard for me to materialize some hard age theory.

We all know that beside Megaman and Namagem, there are other robots that fought in the hard age but only a few that are introduced in the show, and comic book only introduces two other veterans just for plot.

I was planning to make a whole fanfiction of Chaotique about her born at the hard age and put some new robot masters for the story purpose. Not only I wanna make her backstory, I want to add new robot from other megaman franchises to get back potentials the show missed.

Let's say my headcanon start with Megaman doing his duty in the city and Chaotique wanna mess with him again.

She asked him if he wanna ditch his job for one day but Mega reply that he would never abandon his duty to protect the city no matter what. Chaotique begin to ask if that program of his just wont let him rest as she openly tease about the hard age.

Conversation;

Chaotique: "Come on, it wont fry your circuits for just a little fun and one day off."

Megaman: "I know your tricks Chaotique, you just say all those stuff so you can do your pranks while I'm gone. That a no for you."

C: "Dude, you can't chill wont you. You act like .... some kind of bot that can't break out of their system.... (long pause)

Do you have PTSD or stuff like that ?

You just help people more often nowadays and I can tell you feel tired. Do you even take care of yourself ?

Kinda odd if you work 24/7 all the time without getting paid ?"

M: "What are you saying, I do this for the city doesn't matter if I get paid or not. That what heroes do, helping people out kindness. And you can't fool me with your fake concern, you're will strike me down if I'm weak anyway, so why would care ?"

C: " you're kind to other but not you ? That's a red flag ? Also those goody guild are here, why over clock your self ?"

M: "None. Of. Your. Concern. We're enemies anyway, so why pretend ?"

C: "Fine but one last thing, you're not only a helper nor a weapon, you could be more. War is over, get over it."

*Chaotique gone in a flash leaving a questioning Megaman*

Megaman: "Mini, who is she to say that, didn't she know she almost triggered another war ?"

Mini: "we can't trust her but her word, but those words, that's something. "

Apparently in the Fully Charged universe, there's war and the show just reference the whole thing just like "oh, back then is very terrible" "noone survive" it's all very depressing and such but they never truly say what actually happened until we got the comic book where the conflict revolves around the past, the hard age, yada yada yada.... and so on.

But really it felt like the war was never over, it was just a truce. Call it what you guys want.

Do I complain again about the story writing ?

Nah

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Showing the Good of/Redeeming the Horde, Several Pieces at a time

Lady Liadrin: After the Fall of Quel'thalas, Liadrin was forced to kill her now Scourge adoptive father, Vandellor (seen in Bastion). This, combined with the already present stress of the Fall itself, causes her to fall into survivors guilt and bloodlust. If you had watched your friends die painfully and then been forced to murder the man who you would have died alone without, wouldn't you do the same? She is abandoned by the Light in her moment of need and, because of this, lashes out at M'uru, draining the Naaru of it's power and taking Astalor's offer. She does this in anger, and regrets it immensely. She has since rejoined the real Light, being forgiven by the main thing she has wronged. If it can forgive her, so can you.

Grand Magister Rommath: I could go on for days about Rommath, and I probably will. If you've ever been in an abusive relationship, be it romantic, platonic, queerplatonic, familial or any other kind, you know how incredibly difficult it is to get out. You think what you're doing is right. I mean, they can't be that bad, they're your partner in crime! The one you rely on! They're your friend! But they aren't your friend. You're being lied to. For you, it could have been them making you drink more alcohol until you depended on it and they were your best supplier. For me, he (my online best friend) cut me off from most real life socialization, isolating me and making me dependent on him for any social stimulation. For Rommath, it was the Fel. We know that Fel magic is highly addictive. We know that most Sin'dorei are getting a highly filtered version of it that is considerably safer to consume than raw Fel magic. We know that Rommath and Kael'thas are two of the only exceptions. We know that it quite literally drove Kael'thas to going insane and harming his friends.

Imagine being in Rommath's situation. Completely dependent on the now somewhat insane Kael for Fel magic, which you would die without, seeing Kael fall apart. You've been friends (maybe more) for more than most mortals are even alive. You stick around because you can help him. In this action, you throw yourself right into Sargeras' line of fire. You're no longer just dependent on magic, no no no. You're dependent on Fel magic. The edges of your razor sharp psyche begin to break apart, remaining sharp enough to cut diamond, but no longer in the way that a knife is. It's more like the violently shattered glass of the mirror you punched when you realized that your once blue eyes were blazing lime green and brighter than fire. You can see that you're not ok. You can see that it's slowly starting to change you. It changes your mind, bringing the rage further up. It changes your body. You look pale and tired in those shards of mirror on the floor.

But you can't leave. If you leave, he'll die. It'll be all your fault. You keep going. Further away from the light. Further away from the Arcane magic you held so dear. All you have is Kael. All you have is Kael and pure, unadulterated fury.

Can they really blame you for using that fury to try and save your people?

a walk in october ~ n.k x reader part 1

“apocalypse ~ cigarettes after sex”

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warnings: cursing? just nanami being cute :3

word count: 2.3k

part 2 here!

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Your converse cladded feet kicked the tiny pebbles adorning the sidewalk, a soft sigh leaving your lips. Lifting your gaze up from the ground taking in the breathtaking scenery. The leaves had reached their full autumn bloom. Shades of orange and brown coating every inch of the park. There were plenty of people enjoying the cool weather, their chatter heard in passing as you made your way further into the park.

The only other sound you took notice of were the rustling of the leaves, your eyes gazing up at the sky.

You could swear up and down that fall skies looked different. There was a certain hue to them that you couldn’t find in summer skies.

Summer skies were bright.

Baby blue.

Fluffy white clouds coating the sky. Everything was the perfect shade of green. The scenery just looked clean.

But fall skies-

That’s where it truly is.

Fall skies… they were brown. They were comforting. Everything about fall made you feel so warm inside. Maybe it was the ever changing shades in the leaves. The earthy tones coating the ground.

It was breathtaking..

And you look forward to it every year.

Your train of thought came to an abrupt stop as you had arrived at your usual spot. Setting your bag onto the wooden park bench, a soft thud followed shortly after. Taking a seat on the worn wood tugging your lunch out of the brown bag, humming a soft tune. Another gust of wind rustled the leaves above you, a few stray ones dancing their way down to the ground.

This place you had considered your spot wasn’t entirely hidden. Anybody could take it. But, no one ever did.

It was a lone wooden table barely holding it together with benches. The wood was beyond worn. Outlines of where people had loved it before. It was further into the park, near the outskirts of it, under a giant tree.

The tree looked over hundreds of years old. It’s roots sticking every which way. But it was thick, it could be hit with a bulldozer and knock the machine right back. The way the branches were positioned made it look like you were sitting under a mushroom. It was perfect.

It gave you just the right amount of shade.

A gorgeous view.

You could stay there for hours.

For days.

The sound of someone calling your name broke you out of your trance, lifting your head up from your sandwich, a smile tugging at your lips. The sight of Gojo waving erratically with unamused familiar faces in tow.

The white haired man practically sprinted over to you, helping himself to a bite of your sandwich making himself comfortable on the seat beside you.

A scoff left your lips, “Soturu. Wow, how lovely to see you. Yes, of course you can have a bite. Thanks for asking!” Offering him a fake smile pinching his cheeks, a little harder than usual an odd sound leaving his mouth. He just grinned at your actions, resting his arm around your shoulder tugging you closer to him.

“Soturu, behave. You’ve barely been here 2 seconds and you already managed to piss her off.” Suguru mused, sitting across from Gojo, his bangs blowing across his face. Shoko snickered at his words, opting for sitting on the edge of the table. You beamed up at the girl attempting to shrug off Gojo’s arm, but he didn’t falter. He tightened his grip on you, popping a few of your grapes into his mouth, pretending to not hear you struggle beside him.

“Shoko! My love, please save me.” Begging the brunette, reaching for her with both of your hands, Suguru sighed audibly while Nanami rolled his eyes at Soturu’s antics. The tall boy just wrapped another arm around you, squeezing you tighter.

“Soturu, do you remember that time last december when we went on a mission and the curse’s power had the power to shrink-”

Almost as if he had been struck by lightning, the blue eyed man released his hold on you instantly, red dusting his pale skin. Snickers left Geto’s lips clearly knowing the backstory, a satisfied hum left Shoko sending a wink your way. You tugged the brunette toward you peppering her face in kisses, loud smacks leaving both of your lips as you giggled to one another.

Shoko had been your best friend since diapers.

You had been through every stage of your life with that girl.

When you had turned 12, you had moved due to your father passing. You had begged and pleaded to not leave, offering any of your possessions but nothing helped.

Your mothers mind was made up.

Having to tell Ieiri that you were leaving was the worst moment of your life. You still remember everything that was said. All of the tears wept between the two of you.

Knowing her temper, the girl had no one to yell at but you. She blamed you at first, out of anger, but deep down she knew she was just trying to protect herself from getting hurt.

You never thought you would see her again but almost as if you guys were meant to be with one another. The pair of you didn’t meet again until you ran into each other at Jujutsu High.

You had never been more thankful in your entire life that you could see all of these awful curses, as long as it meant you could be with your best friend again.

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“And over here is where your dorm will be. You have one neighboring roommate. She’s nice. I’ll introduce you to her… yeah, right through here. ” The tall blonde spoke gently, unlocking your new dorm room giving you a chance to walk in first.

The room was much bigger than you had expected. It was bare. But you didn’t mind. You had plenty of belongings to make it feel like home in no time. Sighing softly as you kicked your slippers off at the entrance, your sock clad feet padding across the wooden floor. Making your way over to the window in the corner of your room. Peeking out the window, a soft gasp leaving your lips.

“Nanami! You never told me I had such a gorgeous view.”

“I wasn’t sure you even had a window.”

“C’mere. Look! You can see all the trees from here,” You mused to the tall man, motioning him over. He gingerly made his way over, bending way down to see the cherry blossom trees coating your windows view. You could see a creek from your room as well, a soft hum left his lips.

With the little space between you, your senses were overwhelmed with what you assumed was his natural scent. Smelling of fresh laundry and… was that cinnamon?

“… all I got was the view of a brick wall.” A snort left your lips snapping you out of your trance, nudging the blonde playfully. An unfamiliar look flashed across his face quickly clearing his throat, maneuvering around you to go towards your dorm door. “I-.. did you have any further questions?”

“Yes actually,” Anyone from a while away could see the nervous wreck that was Nanami Kento, a small part of you only meaning to poke fun at the 2nd year who was standing before you. “Is your dorm also in this hall?”

“Em- since girls and guys have to be in separate halls… I am- I am not.”

“Hm.. what a shame.” Uttering under your breath, knowing full well he could hear it. A rush of pink flooded his face, parting his lips at your words. The blonde fringe covering his eyes partially made you realize how cute his eyes truly were, a soft giggle leaving your lips.

“Nanami… we still have the rest of the tour to go on.”

“Right!- if you follow me…”

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A loud heaving noise to your left made you release Shoko, giving the giggling boy a glare as he looked proud at himself. Both you and the brunette gave him an amused look, gesturing towards him and the dark haired boy beside him.

“I didn’t think you of all people would be against same sex couples considering you have a whole ass boyfriend-”

“That’s not true. Whatsoever. He’s my husband-”

A wave of groans left your group's lips as his long limbs reached across the table to take ahold of Geto’s clasped hands, a look of feigned disgust coated his face. Nanami just rolled his eyes but you took notice of how he had moved his hands under the table. Holding back a chuckle catching his eyes, a faint blush creeped up his neck.

“You haven’t been here long have you?”

“No, not too long. I was bored and the weather was lovely, so I figured why not have my lunch here rather than at the school.” You shrugged your shoulders, finally taking a bite of your sandwich, looking up at the young girl whose lips had already been captured by yet another cigarette. “Shoko… tell me that’s your first one today. It’s barely 11.”

The girl stiffened her hand with the lighter stopping right before her mouth, avoiding your stare. Setting down the sandwich, leaning forward so your face was right under her gaze. She just sighed.

“I don’t want to lie to you…”

“Sho! I thought you were trying to quit.”

“I know, I know! But being around this dumbass makes it incredibly difficult. ” Tilting her head back towards the tall white haired man who was currently trying to balance a glass container on the top of his head, a goofy grin spread across his face.

Hold on.. that’s my glass container.

At the mention of Shoko’s insult he snapped his head toward the two of you. A stream of words began leaving his lips catching sight of your container tumbling off his head. A soft gasp left your lips as you scrambled to reach the glass container, a pair of hands reaching it before it touched the ground.

Nanami looked unamused by Gojo’s actions, setting the container into your awaiting hands, fingers brushing slightly, offering you a smile. A smile graced your lips before quickly turning into a frown, facing the white haired boy.

“Gojo.”

A beat passed, the boy turning his head around to face the tree trunk.

“I’m going to beat your ass.”

“You wish you could touch me.”

“You know I’m one of the only ones who can. That’s why you're not facing me right now.”

Another beat.

He started whistling to himself, his head moving side to side as he pretended to not hear you. A sigh left Geto’s lips, rising from his position on the bench. Shoko hesitated to move but she knew it best if she did, tossing her cigarette under her boot smothering it.

“Soturu. Let’s go before she ends up having to explain to Yaga where you went.”

Soft grumbles left his lips, begrudgingly standing up giving you a quick peek at you over his sunglasses. You pretended to cup your hands together, making him huff and begin to fast walk ahead of your friends. A giggle left your lips, watching him stumble over a rock.

“I’ll see you at training, sweets.” Suguru leaned down to bring you into a warm embrace, rubbing his back as he started after Gojo who was sulking from afar. Suppressing the laugh that begged to be let out at the sight of an almost grown adult, pouting with his arms crossed over his chest. Shoko pressed a chaste kiss onto your cheek, waving goodbye at you.

A sigh left your lips pressing your head onto the wooden table.

“I visibly saw the weight leave your shoulders once he left.”

“I swear. He makes my head pound. How does he even manage that?”

Nanami just let out a soft chuckle, crossing his arms in front of him as he eyed your form. His eyes drifted over your tousled hair splayed on the table, catching sight of a fairly deep cut on the back of your hand. Almost on instinct, his hand reached out, stopping right before he could touch your skin.

“What happened to your hand?”

“Hm?,” Lifting your head up to look at your hands, just now taking notice of the gash on your hand. The blood around it had already dried, looking like it had already begun scabbing over. “That is… a good question. I’m not entirely sure. Sometimes I just get a bunch of random cuts and bruises and have absolutely no recollection of where they came from.”

“It’s truly a surprise you’ve made it this far as a sorcerer if that’s the case.” Nanami hummed a smile tugging at his lips, a laugh leaving your body as your eyes locked with his. A comforting silence washed over the two of you.

The only sound you could hear was the rustling of the leaves above and below you. The breeze was nice and cool on your skin, tugging your shirt hems over your hands.

“Nanami?”

A soft hum.

“Have you ever thought about getting a lip piercing?” The strangest sound left his mouth eyeing your face to see if you were being genuine. Tilting your head at him, quirking an eyebrow at the blonde.

“I- I don’t think it would suit me.”

“Are you kidding? I genuinely thought you were secretly tatted under that uniform. A lip piercing- scratch that, any piercings would 1000% look killer on you. I think it suits your face.”

“... do you truly?”

“I have no reason to lie to you, Kento. I swear.”

His heart soared at your words, a smile gracing his face. He untucked his ears, not a single word leaving his lips. You stared innocently up at him, eyes trailing to where his hair now uncovered. A small gasp left your lips, the sight of pure joy lighting your face up made him chuckle, feeling his face heat up at the look on your face.

“NANAMI KENTO. YOU- YOU HAVE PIERCED EARS.”

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a/n: hi lovelies! this is my first time writing for jjk, i just recently finished watching the series. and i completely fell in love. i have written well over 10k worth of words on this story. plz let me know how you guys feel about it. lots of love <3

Something like this is not uncommon among teachers. If you or a kiddo you're taking care of are struggling, it's alright to email their teachers (especially in high school) to ask that they are given an easier time. There definitely are teachers that will be more stubborn (usually the money focused ones), but you'd be surprised how important mental health is to many teachers.

What medium do you use to draw? Traditional, tablet, mouse, etc. of course this is if you don't mind me asking!

Uhm… mind if I turn this in a sorta… tutorial thingy? How I kinda like to draw? :”D

I had much problems with sketching digital up to now, so I prefer to draw with pencil on normal paper (the rubber cap on (1) is pretty handy). And that way I can doodle whenever I want and not have to wait until I get home.

I also lineart it along the way because that also works better with traditional for me. The pen in (2) is 0,1 cm and I have one for 0,3. (The one in (4) is just for fancy brush lines :”D ). (And the white gloss paint marker helps great for messed up parts. I love this pen.)

Next is scanning.

Then correcting the lineart and removing dirt.

Setting up the light and shadow values like this greatly helps removing lots of dirt and pencil lines that I forgot to edit. Then I smoothen the lines because over this they get a bit sharper.

And last I set it up in Photoshop for coloring and shading with mah graphic tablet.

Setting the white background to transparent is also pretty handy for colored lineart!

I hope this kinda answered your question! >u

Imagine coming along with one of you’re friends to their job as a makeup artist. You had no idea who they were working for in the kpop industry but you were excited nonetheless. When you showed up, you got a visitors pass for the TV station and your friend picked you up in the lobby. When you went inside the waiting room you saw Seventeen and nearly died. They were all surprised to see a foreigner, even more so to see one so shy and quiet. For the nearly the entirety of your visit you sat in the corner on your phone doing fuck shit. Idol!Hoshi kept stealing glances at you but you thought it was just cause you were a new face. After the recording they came back and Jesus almighty you would’ve imploded if you saw the fan site pics of them as they were when they came in. Your friend gave you a nudge and handed you a water bottle. “Listen I know he’s your bias wrecker lol but he’s literally only been looking at you since you walked through the door... give it to him...” you wanted die of embarrassment but he was right next to, you couldn’t pass up this chance. “This is for you...” you said. “Thank you umm this may sound blunt and uncalled for but may I have your number... I like the tiger pin on your back pack and wanted to ask you where you got it and maybe if you would show me where to get it sometime?” “Yeah I can totally do that!” His knees went weak at your response. Who knew things could work out so greatly?

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