OKAY! so I got some news. I’m gonna have to delete this blog. Before you all get sad or excited, I am remaking it and coming back! The reason for the deletion is actually because Tumblr is such a broken hellsite that it’s been blocking some of my blogs made from before the Probation Era of shitty programming and most of them don’t appear in the tags anymore. BAD NEWS is the only way to fix this is to delete them all. GOOD NEWS is that I’m still coming back, along with the other four sideblogs attached to this one, and will be flooding the tags again to reinstate all the media I made over the past ….. four or five years. It will be a flood the bible can only hope it witnessed, since once more, there is at least four years worth of STUFF I made for not only the Slugterra franchise, but also Dargon Boster [hurhur] and Storm Hawks. It will take some time to set back up, but with finals season finally on its last dying legs, I’ll have time to rewrite some info and add what needs to be added and maybe redo some visuals while I’m at this. It won’t be very soon, but some time after Christmas, for sure. Be Prepared, the resurgence is upon you all.
So I finally found a way to describe why War can’t even be in a kitchen.
She’s constantly covered in metal and was born in/lives[d] in a giant magnet. If you’ve left something metal on a magnet for a while, you’ll know it too becomes magnetic. So basically, because War cannot shed a lot of her metal for various purposes [the big one being that she can’t walk without her braces, which are conductive metal], she is a walking magnet.
Very likely, kitchens are where the devastation is seen most because everyone eats, but I’m also willing to bet she cancels out unmodded Blasters and basic-build mecha-beasts to boot. Also why the magnet itself affects her mind more than the others, and the mental instability it took to break her to become War manifests it as something tangible in her perception.
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01. What does your character’s name mean? Did you pick it for the symbolism, or did you just like the way it sounded?
02. What is one of your character’s biggest insecurities? Are they able to hide it easily or can others easily exploit this weakness? 03. What would be their favorite physical trait about themselves? 04. What are their favorite traits about their lover? (one psychological and one physical) 05. Are they sexually confident or more of the shy type?
06. Do they have any hobbies that their lover finds unusual, odd, or otherwise annoying? 07. Is there a catchphrase or sound that they tend to make a lot (likely without being aware of it)? 08. What is, perhaps, their biggest flaw? Are they aware of this or oblivious to it? 09. Do they have a favorite season? What about a favorite holiday? 10. Is your character more feminine or masculine?
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14. Do they live alone or with family? How do they feel about their family/roommates? 15. Is there a certain person in this world that they cannot stand? The very mention of this person’s name makes them tremble with anger or fear.
16. Is your character the athletic type or more of a couch potato? What are some sports/games that they like?
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22. What kind of tattoos, piercings, birthmarks, freckles, and other such unique physical features do they have?
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24. In their own words, how would your character describe what their lover is like?
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30. When it comes to the arts (music, film, theater, etc), what does your character like?
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32. If your character’s lover offered to take them out on a dream date, what would they want to do?
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35. Is your character afraid of death? If they got to choose how to die, how would they want to go?
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His hands shift small cut-stone cubes through his fingers. Across his palms. Little pits cut in each side, stained a darker color to accentuate them against the polished white marble.
It isn’t so much that he aimed for them specifically. Rolling things through his hands helps him think. The pair of dice happened to be in reach, the first things that greeted his probing hand while he was distracted by the blueprints for a new engine. Neville will be happy he hasn’t tilted and started pushing his ashtray around. Again.
He sees numbers in his head as he stares at the lines, not paying much mind to the ones changing and shifting in his grip. A pause in his fingers’ undulations as his brow furrows, looking at one of the equations curiously. The numbers are wrong, but the convoluted mathematics involved make it difficult to tell which one is the culprit. His free hand pulls the big page of carbon paper back over, straightening it out to try to match numbers, turning the dice over and over in his hand as he moves the page back and forth, everything needs to be perfect.
clikclak
The polished white marble cubes bounce off an invisible floor. Slowly, they turn, changing numbers in the void of his mind, grey and blue. They strike again, crimson ripplings in their little imaginary space, the sound of ringing drowning out the thump of contact. A mentally audial transition from the silence of his headspace to the realtime sound of the appointed representative of this cavern pleading for the livelihood of their people.
Another turn of the mental dice, his eyes roll in an all-too-familiar expression of annoyance. He reads the numbers, sees them change, turns around to face his quarry as any proper businessman should. The coat flares behind him, the mantle takes a moment to catch up, a flash of crimson red with the embroidered logo on one side in black thread. A gloved hand is held up for silence, the whimpering finally ceases and the brewing headache caused by it begins to subside.
“Tell me. Do you see the symbol here, on my scarf?”
“Yes. Yessir…”
Another turn, another bounce…
“Tell me. What does it mean to you. What does it stand for.”
“…B…Blakk Industries…”
The dice finally settle in his mind and he has to hold control over the devilish giddiness at the numbers he has so randomly decided.
“Yes. Blakk. Blakk like my heart is black. I’m afraid the dice have betrayed you. Be prepared to leave, immediately. Negotiations are over.”
A wave of his hand is all that needs to be expressed, his personal Vanguard covering his exit as he makes his way toward his private train, blocking out the frantic pleas rending the air. A sleek yet heavily-armored beast of finely-wrought steel idling with hardly a noise. Even without the thunderous idle his father’s old engines gave, it makes a fine entrance and an even better statement.
He allows the upward curl of the corners of his mouth. A satisfied grin to match the upbeat marching step in his gait. “I should use that more often. Makes these things go faster than haggling…”
The Western 99 are a considerably cooler climate than they’re used to. The warmth that permeated their being back home on the Eastern Wall is all but gone now, though they try not to show it. Horsemen are inhuman, so they have been taught, hardly avatars behind a ceramic mask. To the outside world, they do not feel something as seemingly insignificant as temperature change.
It gets colder by night at this time of the year, more things they aren’t used to. There is risk of the hydraulic fluids and specialty greases for their antique mechs to freeze overnight, so they help Famine with blankets and heavy insulation, wrapping them around joints and limbs and necks. It will save time in the warmer mornings, so they don’t have to thaw and change out the liquids necessary to run the warhorses.
Even with a fire in a partially enclosed space, they can see their breath, lightweight uniforms traded out for something a little heavier. Even their Slugs are snuggling into the warmer garments, either to keep their handlers warm or because they themselves are cold as well. It is hard to tell the intent of the little creatures, but either way, it is appreciated all the same.
They all huddle together, taking mind of War’s comfort; her ankles are aching and bothering her, a common issue when the weather turns. She says nothing on it, but the four of them have spent their entire lives with one another. They know the nuances of each other and how they express themselves, it’s never hard to tell for them to know what the others think or feel.
They spend their first winter like this. It is a constant reminder that though their people believe them immortal and unfeeling, they are all still capable of reception and comfort.
this is me, back on my bullshit let’s get this shindig restarted aye!
