Gen VI sure has a lot of alt forms that you kinda forget are alt forms, huh?
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about reconciling with not being liked. I try to be friendly, polite, and respectful with people, but the truth of the matter is that I’m not particularly well-liked, for a lot of valid reasons. I can’t force people to like me, and I don’t wanna be a creep by forcing someone who doesn’t like me to talk to me or spend time with me. I’m just not really sure how to accept that I live a life without any love in it.
Jump heavy: Þú ert dauður! – “You are dead!”
Deflect: Náði þér! – “Caught you!”
Shield stance: HORFÐU Á MIG! – “Look at me!”
Unblockable: ÉG RÍF ÞIG Í BITA! - “I’ll tear you to pieces!”
Leg sweep: ÉG DREP ÞIG! – “I’ll kill you!”
Shield charge: Dauðastund! - (Literally means the moment of death, but can be used as something glorious such as being killed whilst surrounded by your enemy.)
Nulla misericordia! – “No mercy!”
Shoulder bash: Miserum! – “Pitiful!”
Te secabo! – “I’ll cut you into pieces!”
Crushing Counterstrike: Incumbere! - “I fall upon you!”
Shield Stance: Te occidam! - “I’m going to kill you!”/ Te affligam! - “I’ll crush you!”
Stab: Peri! – “Die!”/“Perish!”
Morituro! – “You’re gonna die!”
Top unblockable: Ad mortem, inimicus! – “To death, my enemy!”
Pull: No superstes! – “No survivors!”
“Etaim!” - “Go on! ”/ “ Give me more!”/“Bring it on!”
Leap: “Infirmus!” - “Weakling!”/ “ You are weak!”
Punch: “Incrediblis!” - “I am incredible!”
Unblockable: “Incontinens!” - “I am unrestrained!”
All of them
When grabbed: Nani? (何) - “What?”
Top heavy finisher: Jinjyo ni shoubu (尋常に勝負) - “Let’s have an honorable showdown!”
Side heavy finisher: Korede shimaida (これで終いだ) - “This’ll be the end!”
Demon’s embrace: Isagiyoku shine (潔く死ね) - “Accept it and die!”
Charging heavy attack: Waga shuchuu ni ari (我が手中にあり) - “It’s in my hands.”
Riptide Strike: Nigashimasen (逃がしません) - “There is no escape!”
Riptide Strike (Male): Jinjyo ni shoubu (尋常に勝負) - “Let’s have an honorable showdown!”
Deflect: Shine (死ね) - “Die!”
Light finisher that bleeds: Sonata ni shi wo (其方に死を) “I give you death!”
Side cobra strike: Oshite mairu (推して参る) “Here we go!”
“Kakugo!” - “I am ready!”
“Au Kachuga!” - “I am prepared!”
“Osoi!” - “Too slow!”
(Disclaimer: I speak none of these languages fluently.)
Description: Living a double life was not a choice when one was the daughter of Alexander Pierce. Y/N was the youngest agents of SHIELD and one of the most respected threats within Hydra’s empire. No matter her allegiance, she was feared by both. Y/N Pierce would’ve tried to escape it all… if it hadn’t been for The Winter Soldier.
Pairing: Bucky x Fem/Reader
Word Count: 5,758
The first time Y/N met The Winter Soldier, it had been a terrible mistake. Her dad, Alexander Pierce, had sent him on a mission. Pierce thought his daughter and wife would be out of town for at least a week. But their flight got canceled and Y/N’s mother was too exhausted by the idea of rearranging all of their travel plans.
The field was dark, only the grass was lit by the moon and stars. Two figures slipped into the shadows to not be seen by any one lurking by. They stayed low, their breathing shallow and their voices hushed. It was a secret mission. No one from the outside knew about the threat that imposed on SHIELD. It was their mission to take down the threat and rid it from any possible means of danger.
Crouched high, just high enough to not be seen on eye level, was you. Sitting, waiting, scanning your area awaiting the two intruders who were looking for you. It was obvious that they’d be on the hunt. Ever since you made an appearance after New York. It wasn’t your fault, exactly. The Mind Stone just happened to fall into your lap. By accident, really. It wasn’t really clear how it happened. After you fled New York, staying low and issuing false identities, you managed to stay out of SHIELD’s line of sight.
That only worked for awhile, though. Now, as you were crouched in a tree, with who knows what kind of bugs flying around you, you awaited your attackers.
hey, do you happen to have anything interesting to read on sasha braus? meta? headcanons? character analysis? i went through your sasha tag and barely found anything. she's my favourite character! :D
I have very few meta posts about Sasha but I’m proud of two of them - her unbelievable bravery in chapter 36, and speculation about why she was chosen to stitch Levi’s shoulder during the uprising arc. The fandom focus on the latter was on Levi’s abs but it provides an interesting look at Sasha as well.
I’ll share my favorite character moment with you. I loved her shooting flaming arrows during uprising, but for me her best moment was in Return to Shiganshina during the attack on Reiner when shrapnel from the thunderspears came flying at her and Jean.
Jean saw the debris and instinctively took a protective stance, shielding himself from the worst of it. It’s what most of us would do. But Sasha didn’t. She barely flinched. She saw it coming and kept going. She made the conscious choice not to let it slow her down. I love how Isayama chose to show this parallel. All of these characters in SnK are brave, but Sasha has a little something extra special.
I’ve loved this seasons anime, and I appreciate the efforts WIT has made to include her. But it does make me a little sad that they are using her for comic relief, much like they did with Hange in season one. I hate seeing her reduced to a trope. Hopefully you are in the camp of “any Sasha is good Sasha” and those moments are delighting you!
Thank you for the ask, anon! She’s a fun character to think about. I need that reminder.
(and please, if anyone has good meta about Sasha, add it to the comments for this anon. I’d be interested in reading as well)
So has any recruit accidentally called Hanin 'Dad'? If yes, how much did that recruit want to throw themselves off the ramparts in embarrassment afterwards?
Hanin: Yes, recruits have called me that. And… yes, some were… rather humiliated by the ordeal…
(Longer answer: approx 800 words, most under the cut)
Hanin strode the length of the training grounds, his hands
clasped behind his back as he cast a discerning eye along the rows of sparring
recruits. Occasionally he paused, altering postures, nudging feet into the
appropriate position, making all the slight adjustments that needed to become
muscle memory if they wanted to survive in a real battle. There isn’t enough time, Hanin thought for what felt like the
hundredth time. They’re not going to be
He paused, an errant movement at the corner of his vision snagging
“Connors - feet flat.
You’re in shield stance. Hold your ground!”
One of the recruits nodded fervently, lowering down from the
balls of her feet, repositioning her weight behind her shield with a look of
fierce determination. Satisfied, Hanin continued on, dust and loose pebbles
shifting beneath his feet, reminding him that he needed to have a new layer of
sand put down before the proper duelling started. Right now it wasn’t so
important, but once he had recruits being knocked on their rears on a frequent
basis the extra padding would be necessary.
A pair of sparring men caught Hanin’s eye. He knew them both
well enough – Cyrus and Darren. They were the better among this particular
group, exchanging blows and parries with precision, predicting when their
opponent would strike and how they would approach the attack, then countering
intuitively. A slight twinge of pride tickled the inside of Hanin’s chest and
he nodded towards them, impressed.
“Good work. Keep it up you two.”
“Y-Yeah. Sure thing,” Cyrus panted as he fended off a powerful
blow, skipping back a few steps to lessen its impact. It was a good strike – two-handed
and commanding, designed to force one’s opponent to reposition. Darren had used
it well. Hanin raised his brows in surprise at the display.
“Excellent form, Darren.”
The recruit, red cheeked from exertion, his pale hair a mess
of sweat, glanced up and flashed a wide, breathless grin.
Characters in this part: reader, Steve, Bucky Summary: The reader accidentally leaves a doodle tucked into the couch. The next day, she finds someone else has continued it…. Genres: fluff Word Count: ~650
A/N: Ahh I started this series at 4am last night and am not super happy with this part…but…welp.
You gaped at the picture. But, seeing that no one had barged into your room this morning to confront you about the notebook, it was safe to say that no one suspected it was yours. You brought it back to your room, ever curious about the mystery artist, but too afraid to ask anyone about it. You forgot about it for the rest of the week, caught up in work and the stress that came along with it.
Secretary Ross had come down pretty hard on everyone this week. Tony had warned you, tried to get the team to be more careful on missions. But during the most recent one Hydra had targeted Bucky. And Steve, the self-sacrificing friend he always was, had barely gotten everyone out unscathed. The result had been successful, Steve had argued, but Ross still wanted him suspended for at least a month as punishment, and Bucky permanently for being an conflict of interest.
Featuring: The Dawn Squad, Hanin “Overprotective Dad” Lavellan, Maraas Adaar. (Approx 7000 words, most under the cut).
CW: blood, graphic violence, swearing, major character injury.
This wasn’t how this
was supposed to go.
Hanin grunted, shoving away a bandit with his boot and only just
managing to regain his balance in time to block a mace-swing from another. Claim the fort, the missive said. It’s abandoned, it said.
As the grizzled man Hanin had kicked staggered back,
wheezing from the force of the heel that had been driven into his gut, Hanin
couldn’t help but feel like someone
had overlooked a very important thing. Namely the bandit nest nestled at the heart of their conquest. Like angry hornets, they had buzzed to life the second the Inquisition soldiers crested the
nearby hill, banners raised and flapping in the wind.
Unfortunately, Hanin did not have
time to dwell on his frustration; his mace-wielding opponent readjusted his grip, growled, then swung
again, arm muscles rippling, aiming for the dead-center of Hanin’s chest. The
mace’s massive metal head was designed to crush armour and shatter bones like
the back-kick of a mule, and Hanin treated it with worthy caution. With barely a second to think, Hanin danced back and
away from the blow, the snarling bandit too close for him to manoeuvre his
greatsword to parry. By the grace of Mythal, he had chosen wisely when he began
the fight in leaf-stance. Outnumbered as the Inquisition soldiers were, he knew he would be required to move whenever one of the many bandits managed to get within his
reach. In this instance, Hanin needed the mobility more than he needed brute force behind his swings.
There were many advantages to the greatsword. Extreme
close-quarters combat was not one of them.
Was watching some gameplay videos on YouTube of Warzard (Red Earth) recently, and man… the animation is so gorgeous for its time (Leo has a really cool victory pose with his sword and shield stance)… CPS3 was a great arcade board for graphics!
If only Capcom stuck with that anime style instead of jumping on the muscle-head 3D space-marine fps bandwagon.
Warzard had some really cool mechanics besides, you could level up and use a Password to continue against bosses where you last left off. How many fighting games actually had something like that, seriously?
All the more reason why I’m so thankful for Guilty Gear and BlazBlue existing. 2D or 3D animation, or even just the “illusion” of 2D animation as GGXrd does… is really a brilliant format.
Imagine if, after Dragonball FighterZ is done and over (and long after Guilty Gear Xrd), ARCSys decided to do some amazing game tribute to classic Fantasy Anime: Record of Lodoss War, Legend of Crystania, Angel’s Egg, Vampire Hunter D, Scrapped Princess, Rune Soldier, Escaflowne…
Do you have ANY idea how awesome those would look in Cel-shaded 3D as a videogame!?!?
One lesson Percy learned in the most unexpected ways: it gets harder to keep in touch and stay friends with someone when you’re not forced to see them on a regular basis.
He probably should have figured that out after transferring high schools so many times, of course, but Percy’s closest friends had all been at Camp Half-Blood, and that part of his life never really went away, even after he went to college in New Rome.
What did go away was the Argo II crew. Sure, they were all still friends, but nothing like the closeness they’d developed after weeks on a magic ship that sailed and flew across half the world, from New Rome to Greece. It was easier with some of the crew than others: while Hazel and Frank lived in the same city as Percy, Annabeth had resolutely gone to a college in the mortal world, and Piper and Leo gravitated more around Camp Half-Blood. They were considering enrolling in college in New Rome the next year too, but Percy wasn’t sure they’d be anything beyond old friends by that point.
It was a dark and cloudy night. The light of the occasionally peeking moon fell upon the Silent Mary, giving the ghost ship an even more eerie atmosphere.
The mysterious woman assigned as the guardian of the ship was out patrolling the decks with the utmost diligence. So far, there had been no suspicious activity, but the woman knew that this could easily change, thus she never, ever let her guard down.
Suddenly, there was a noise below deck.
Like lightning, the woman bolted down to where she heard this strange din. She looked around the dark room, and saw a mysterious shape with eyes that glowed like fire. The woman’s heart raced as she took a defensive stance, her shield out before her and her double-edged sword pointed towards the unknown creature.
Personal Skill: Impulsive - At the start of every turn, +4 to one random stat and -2 to another. Resets at the start of every player phase.
A traveling mercenary-turned-author hailing from Notre Sagesse. They thrive on tales of heroism and valor and join the Avatar’s forces in the hopes of finding more inspiration for their own stories. While generally amicable, they have an explosive temper and impulsive personality that can get them in dangerous situations.
I HEARD FATESONAS ARE COMING BACK IN STYLE SO I DECIDED TO REVISE MY OLD FATES SELF INSERT (plus i figured i’d be better suited to a class where i can swing a sword with little actual precision, haha)
Imagine Steve Rogers playing or watching someone else play any of the Five Nights at Freddy's games
Imagine Steve Rogers playing/watching someone (Tony?) playing the Five Nights At Freddy’s games.
Steve hears a high
pitched scream coming from the rec room. Instinctually he grabs his shield and
runs to where the distress sound came from. “What’s going on?” he asks frantically,
skidding into the room.
“Huh?” asks Tony,
turning from the screen. He takes a moment to look Steve up and down – shield
and battle stance at the ready. “Jeez, Cap, I’m just playing a game. It’s
called Five Nights at Freddy’s.” He launches into an in depth description of
the game while Steve sets his shield down and pulls up a chair.
“Okay, so you have
to watch the security cameras and also not run out of power. Let me help. Maybe
two sets of eyes are better than one?” Steve asks, settling in.
Three hours later,
both Steve and Tony’s heart rates are considerably higher. They’re in the last
night. It’s only 3am and they have 20% power left.
“No Tony, stop
changing the camera view all the time. You’re wasting power. Let’s just keep
watch on the adjacent rooms.”
As Steve is
explaining his strategy, one of the animatronic figures pops up on the screen.
“Holy fuck!” yells
Tony, throwing the mouse across the room in surprise.
“What is going on in
here?” asks Natasha, ducking just in time to miss the rouge computer mouse.
“Playing Five Nights
at Freddy’s. Wanna play?” replies Steve, pulling over another chair.
They take turns
being in charge of the controls and eventually the whole gang is playing and
there’s so much shouting and cursing that everyone is distracted and they keep