the end is at hand

Here is another OC of mine. He’s called Trick.

He comes from a long line of magicians, although he doesn’t have any family left. A few generations ago, his direct ancestry split from the magicians, so he doesn’t even know where to find them if there are any left.

He’s not very good at doing many tricks although he can pull off a few. He is the type of person to only do what he is confident in and struggles to grow. He ends up following Bae for the length of the story. He looks up to her and is jealous of her strength and ability to take action. 

In the beginning, when he meets Bae, he acts as a sort of guide for her. He fakes confidence for her and tries to take her through the country. She realizes he isn’t very brave, but grows to appreciate him anyway and encourages his efforts. 

I drew him wearing his performance clothes. He normally wears stuff that doesn’t stand out, but after travelling with Bae for a while, he dons these quite normally so he can be noticed. Bae and Trick sort of ground each other throughout the story. The two consider what is best for the other. She begins to see him as a little brother or younger companion that needs support and guidance.

Here are my other OC’s from this idea I like to daydream about:

Bae   Rhyne   Verai   

The After Party - Part 3

Hey Guys, here is the final part for this fiction. Thanks for the likes and reblogs, it is much appreciated. Now that this is finished I have a few requests to write for so look out for those. :) And thank you to the person who sent me a message for an insult for Jughead from Reggie.

Part One

Part Two

He put a hand on her shoulder wanting to comfort her and she collapsed onto him. Her face nuzzled into his shirt. “You smell nice.” She commented, feeling his body stiffen at the contact.

“Thanks?” he responded unsure. He was in a small enclosed space with Betty Cooper at a house party, it wasn’t exactly where he thought his night was going to end up. Her hands moved to encircle his waist and he went to put some distance between them, his back hitting the wall behind him. He needed to process what was happening. She moved towards him again her hand pressed against his chest. “Betts. Come on.” his tone was light, friendly, trying to break the tension that had suddenly engulfed the small room. But she was having none of it, her eyes had darkened and they carefully examined him in a way he had not seen a member of the opposite sex look at him before.

“Betts I don’t think this is a good idea.” He let out, as her hand moved to his shirt playing with the material. His hands were braced on the wall behind him, he was out of space to move and she was not backing away.

“What did I say about people telling me what to do?” She replied.

“Not telling, advising.”

“I always do what is best Jug. That’s my life’s mission. But sometimes I get sick of being the good girl.” He swallowed thickly, his throat feeling dry. She smiled noticing his reaction. Her hand moved from the opening of his shirt to his neck, playing with the curls of hair that escaped underneath his beanie.

“Betts.” He groaned in warning. She had fully invaded his personal space now. If she was anyone else he would have pushed them away by now.

“Don’t you want to make me feel better.” She pressed her body against his.

“I don’t want to be a rebound.” He choked out.

“This isn’t about that. This is two people who know each other very well, who at one time or another have imagined what it would be like to cross that line.” She said seductively as she trailed a finger down the side of his cheek to lightly ghost across his lips.

“You have thought about that?” He asked searching her eyes for honesty. She took a hold of his hand and placed it on her hip.

“Haven’t you?” She said avoiding the question. He glanced at his watch on the hand not currently attached to her hip holding her tight now without realizing.

“We have 3 minutes left.” He stated struggling to keep his tone even.

“Tick, Tock” She replied.

“Fuck it.” He groaned in defeat, his hand reaching for the back of her head, pulling her closer so that his lips could capture hers. Her lips were pliable under his, returning his kiss with equal enthusiasm. Her hands went to his hair dipping underneath the beanie on his head to feel his wavy locks he kept hidden. She had always wondered what his hair felt like, hidden always under that beanie.

Her tongue swept across his bottom lip, seeking entrance which he gladly gave all too easily. This feeling of being desired overwhelmed her, she wanted more, more of this feeling. Feeling bold she reached under his t-shirt, her fingertips touching bare skin and delighting in his sharp intake of breath at the contact. But he didn’t stop her, didn’t pull away as she had expected. She moved her hands to his bare back scratching lightly. She was reveling in the sounds that he was making, it made her feel powerful that she could create such a reaction in the usually stoic teen.

So far he had been along for the ride, letting her take the lead. But this feeling arising up in him had snowballed into something he couldn’t quite control. He wanted more, he wanted to feel more. Switching their positions he pushed her up against the wall, as his lips went to her neck, he took a testing nip the barest hint of teeth  and then soothed the area immediately with his tongue as she gasped and moaned her appreciation.

Her hands were in his hair again. She wanted that hat gone. She knew it was his security blanket. A barrier against the the world and she wanted him without those. She wanted him laid bare. Those moments when she had thought about what it might be like to kiss him, she had never imagined this. She had expected an awkwardness and hesitation on both sides. But this was nothing like that. This felt almost right. There was a push and pull between them, give and take. This was not the sweet first kiss she had expected to write in her diary, all sunshine and rainbows and Archie Andrews. This was raw and unhinged. Her fingers were now laced in his hair as she directed him to where she needed to feel his touch the most.

She felt his hand moving up her waist, up her ribcage, the underside of her breast just short of touching her where she needed him to. She keened into his touch.

“Please.” She let slip from her lips. She heard him take a deep breath before his hand caressed her breast and his mouth reclaimed hers.

“Right Betty times up.” Veronica said as she opened the closet door, Archie stood next to her and may have needed some help picking his jaw up of the floor. Within the closet were his two best friends tangled up in each other, hair mussed, the crown beanie on the floor left forgotten. It seemed Veronica too was lost for words.

“Whoa looks like Needlenose does know what to do with a girl after all.” Reggie shouted peering over the shoulder of Archie who was still having difficulty getting his mouth to form words. Betty and Jughead broke apart, Betty casually smoothing down her dress, while he picked up his beanie from the floor pulling it quickly onto his head. He looked over to Betty expecting to see embarrassment or a look of guilt at being caught in the act, but he couldn’t read anything from her face. The closest thing he could describe it as was determined.

“Oh looks like Betty Cooper isn’t so innocent after all. More like your sister than we thought. Must be a Cooper thing.” Cheryl commented smugly. Betty’s face didn’t change, didn’t crumble and break like it usually would. Instead she walked over to Cheryl never breaking eye contact. She was in Cheryl’s face now, eye to eye. Cheryl noted the look in her eye and her smile faltered.

“I am done being your little plaything. Cross me again. so much as say Polly’s name and you will regret it.” She stepped past her heading for the exit. She looked back over her shoulder at the devastation in her wake, to the boy still in the closet. “Are you coming?”

How could he say no?

anonymous asked:

I've enjoyed all of your Ravenclaw MBTI posts. Any chance you could do one for ISFJ Ravenclaws?

  • often get mistaken for hufflepuffs
  • the biggest procrastinators but have never handed in an assignment late
  • will end up doing the entire group project by themselves
  • ‘did you know there’s 142 staircases in hogwarts?’ ‘…..why do you even know that?’
  • take ‘your house will be like your family’ to new levels
  • seriously they just love their friends so fucking much
  • hate when people start debating because a. they don’t deal well with criticism and b. debates can quickly escalate to arguments
  • would actually use those homework diaries hermione bought 
  • often get frustrated with the lack of empathy a lot of ravenclaws show
  • find it really hard to settle in in first year
  • especially muggleborns because it’s just so different and they don’t really deal well with change at the best of times lol
  • they probably don’t know that many people outside of their house because they tend to make friends with people they see on a regular basis
  • will bring down a blanket for the people who fell asleep over their essay in the common room
If you do nothing, nothing happens

If you want to be creative: you’re better off doing things than waiting around for inspiration to strike.

Too many people say they want to think more creatively—they want to have ideas for making money, turning their art into their livelihood, or how to have an impact—but end up doing little to nothing because they wait around for inspiration to strike. If you wait for the perfect idea you’ll end up with nothing.

On the other hand, something I’ve learned over my years is that if you take a chance and put in just a little work, you’ll get so far ahead of everyone else. While they’re waiting to be inspired by something (they don’t know what) you’ll have already learned more than enough to keep the ideas coming.

Doing nothing teaches you just that: nothing. But when you try something, when you dabble and experiment, you learn. You learn what might not work and what makes you feel good. You learn where creative energy might come from and what pulls it out of you.

Of course you have to find time to step back and reflect on whatever it is you do, but as my old peer Jez Burrows once said: if you do nothing, nothing happens.

Yet another ask that got out of hand, I ended up loving how Spyro was coming out so I put in more effort :D There were quite a few asking about the Queen’s hatred for Spyro and the purple dragons, and this felt like a fun representation. I was going to add words but… nah, I feel this works best. And I uh… forgot what I was going to put on there.

Also redid the Queen’s necklace thing cuz… yeah no matter how I drew it, it looked wrong.

~Weird Hyenas, mod

~We live on front porches and swing life away,

We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I’ll slave till the end,
I won’t cross these streets until you hold my hand~

So I’ve been putting together a Sheith playlist which inspired this, cheers to everyone who sent me suggestions!
I’m still open to recs so if you have any Sheith or Shiro/Keith-centric songs feel free to drop by

anonymous asked:

referencing that anon talking about older/younger generations and their perceiving of animation, or sth: that's exactly why, if Klance becomes canon, we need an actual developed, straightforward relationship between the two of them, not only just subtext and some hand-holding at the end of the series (like it was with Korrasami in LOK). So that everyone knows for sure what it is: same-sex pairing, two boys in love, an actual romantic relationship, LGBT representation etcetc. pls


Day 27

As a cashier, you handle all kinds of money. We’re talking golden dollars, two dollar bills, and a literal piggybank of change once given by a group of siblings. However, none of these other experiences prepared me for a specific twenty dollar bill given to me by an exceptionally shady-looking old white man. 

Why, you may ask?

Because this twenty dollar bill was completely discolored a rusty red with flaking dried blood. And trust me, it was old blood. I know what that looks like. 

The only thing that got me through that transaction was the knowledge that Andrew would have to count up that very same bill with his sausage hands at the end of the workday…. 

Prompt: kamunami with chiaki growing out her hair

A/N I’m always game for fluff especially between these two (since we only got angst in the anime) so yay! Lighthearted fluff!

Fixation - kamunami

Nanami absolutely adores Kamukura’s long hair.

Aside from videogames, her favorite past time is messing with his ridiculously long hair that miraculously never tangles. She didn’t think that was even possible but then again this was Kamukura. She swore that she’s never seen him comb his hair even once and yet it’s as majestic as those edited in commercials. When he stayed overnight, she tried to catch an imperfection as she combed through his bed hair with her hand only to reach the ends with awe over its impeccable smoothness.

It’s a mystery that she can’t seem to get enough of.

It’s also convenient. The only time she was ever interested in hairstyling was because of videogames with those themes but she never did pay much attention to that in real life. How else do you think she has her hair fly away so much? The secret behind those swooshes is actually careful negligence. But that’s beside the point. This is about Kamukura’s hair and Nanami’s fascination with it.

She started out with putting it up in a ponytail, simple enough that even she could pull it off. She’d tie it up and sometimes even down low in a dolphintail. Then she moved on to braiding after watching tutorials online. She branched out from there and experimented. Sometimes she’d try to go for those in fashion magazines and other times, most of the time really, she’d style his hair in uncanny semblance to videogame characters. Point is that she was enjoying playing with his luxuriously long hair.

“Mmm, is there any style in particular that you’d want today?” She knew that he had no preferences but she still asks anyways. It’s the thought that counts after all. He lets her do as she pleases so the least she could do is let him know that he always has a say even when he doesn’t have anything to say.

“Surprise me.” He answers just like he’d always say. She never does surprise him like how she wants to but she doesn’t give up. Someday she will surprise him so hard that he’ll be his most expressive yet, she thinks to herself. It also sounds like a better excuse for playing with his hair.

“Okay!” And Nanami works through his hair as she hums the catchy bgm of a recent game she played. Coincidentally, it’s the same game whose character’s hairstyle she’ll try to copy. She’s especially fond of that protagonist and she can’t help but be excited over how this will turn out.

The extra cheerfulness doesn’t go over Kamukura as he raises an eyebrow in suspicion. “You seem… happy.”

“I’m always happy with you.” She replies without hesitation and continues to comb through while facing him. “I really like your hair, you know. Have I ever told you that?”

He never answers her question. He’s too busy making a statement as his own fingers comb through the ends of her hair. His hand drags through languidly and she has to pause as a shiver passes through her frame. He almost smirks at her reaction. Almost but his amusement is heard in his voice as he suddenly says, “I like yours much better.”

And she just blushes so hard at the comment especially when he looks at her with such smoldering eyes. Her grip on the comb tightens like how her chest clutches with anticipation. She lets out a shaky breath. “Oh…”

Nanami grows her hair long afterwards.

It was hard at first but mostly because she was terrible at maintenance. With her hair thicker and longer, she realized just how practical her short hair was. Long hair is nice and all but only if it’s not in her face her eyes specifically, in zippers getting stuck, in everywhere because of tragic hairfall. Basically, she still likes long hair only if it’s not hers. It’s annoying and she would rather have all of it chopped off but then she thinks of him and that one lingering comment, and then she reschedules the trip to the hairdresser.

It took months, almost a year, and now her hair falls just above her waist. She’s gotten better at taking care of it but only barely. That’s because she lets him take care of it for her instead.

Kamukura absolutely adores Nanami’s long hair.

Having her fingers go through his hair is one thing and having his go through hers is a whole new different experience. It’s not as smooth as his admittedly but it is soft and pink suites her just well. He doesn’t style hers like how she styles his, instead he prefers her hair down- which annoys her the most but tolerates just for him. He likes to bury his face in her locks and just breathe. Her scent is fragrant and overwhelming, and he finds it soothing. Not a day goes by that he doesn’t take joy through playing with her hair.

But as much as he adores her long hair in his fingertips, he especially enjoys pulling it aside so he could drop a searing kiss across her nape. He enjoys adding knots to her hair as clutches it when he pulls her in for an intoxicating kiss. He enjoys getting tangled in it along with their mess of limbs when they embrace too passionately. He enjoys her hair and lets her know every day. Her hair always ends up a mess after but she does not mind it one bit not when she catches him with a small smile.

And when they’re not too fixated with each other’s hair, they remember just how smitten they are over one another.

Sharing (Final Rose)

“You know,” Fang drawled. “I think you look very good in my clothes.”

Lightning chuckled. She was wearing Fang’s sari and not much else. Her own clothing had met an unfortunate end at Fang’s hands, and she wasn’t in the mood for marching around naked, however much Fang might enjoy that. “I thought you’d prefer me in no clothes at all.”
“Well, yeah, but you in my clothes is good too.” Fang grinned. “It means something in the Yun clan, actually.”

“Is that so?” It was at times like this that Lightning envied Lumina. Her younger sister could simply create Aura construct clothing with her Semblance. Sure, it wouldn’t look very normal, but people were used to huntsmen and huntresses wearing weird clothing. “What does it mean?”

“It depends on who is wearing it.” Fang sat up on the bed. Unlike Lightning, she hadn’t bothered to put any clothing back on. She bit back a grin at the way Lightning’s gaze immediately snapped to her exposed body before the pink-haired woman looked determinedly at her weapon, which she was tending to. “In the Yun clan, you’re expected to let your family borrow your clothing if it fits. It’s a way of showing solidarity with your family, and it lets everyone know that you’re doing well enough to spare some of your clothing to your family. Vanille would have worn more of my stuff back when were younger, but most of it was too big for her.”

“Vanille isn’t exactly tall,” Lightning replied. “Although I guess she could make her own clothing.”

“She made her own everything, pretty much,” Fang said. “Half the time when I was earning money from hunts and missions as a student, I’d be giving it to her for whatever her latest scheme was. I was a bit sceptical at first, but…”

“Vanille knows how to make money,” Lightning said.

“Yep. You won’t understand why she needs to build a bigger, better robot or who even wants a bigger, better robot, but she’ll find someone who does and sell it to them for a truckload of money, which she’ll use to build even more robots as well as take care of everyone else.” Fang studied the weapon in Lightning’s hands. Gun blades weren’t exactly her thing, but it was interesting to watch Lightning work. She had such talented fingers. “I’m not ashamed to say that Vanille is better with money than I am. Oh, I’m not bad with money. I know how to save and invest wisely, but Vanille is on another level.”

“I know.” Lightning sighed. “The first time Lumina got to see how much money Vanille’s little company made each year, she fainted.”

“Little?” Fang shook her head. “That little of company of hers is already big, and it’s getting bigger every year.”

“It was a figure of speech.” Lightning tested her gun blade’s transformation. Perfect. “Now… about wearing your clothes…?”

“Ah, right.” Fang got up and sat behind Lightning, wrapping her arms around her and leaning her head on Lightning’s shoulder. “Basically, the only time someone who isn’t already a part of my family would be wearing my clothes is if they’re a very, very close friend, or if they’re going to become a part of my family.” Fang kissed Lightning’s cheek. “Essentially, if you went outside in my clothes around the Yun, not one of them would try to hit on you or flirt with you. Those clothes are a statement: you’ve agreed to be mine.”

“Yours?” Lightning nudged Fang with her elbow. “That’s a possessive way of putting it.”

“You’re calling me possessive?” Fang tightened her hold on Lightning. “Was I the person who pointed a gun at someone at a bar and threatened to shoot them if they didn’t back off.”

“They were hanging all over you.” Lightning frowned. “And you’re the one who threatened to spear Summer if she didn’t stop hugging me.”

“She should stop.” Fang scowled petulantly. “Because you’re mine now, not hers.”

“Yes, yes.” Lightning sighed. “So… if we go back to Oerba, and I wear your clothes, everyone will know we’re together.”


“Okay.” Lightning shifted, pushing Fang onto her back and straddling her. “Then I’m going to hang onto this sari. I’ll need it the next time we head back to Oerba.”

Sail vs Gravity Falls
Brad Breeck vs AWOLNATION vs EnlightenedRobot

So I was literally inspired late last night to make this, and now I have a complete song.

Originally posted by whengravityfallsdown

Here’s a little sample of my samples while I make a visualizer and an album cover.

The banjo is chopped from Soos and the Real Girl from when GIffany takes control of the animatronics. The guitar is taken from The Love God and the clap is actually a sample of McGucket’s hamboning in Society of the Blind Eye. Theres also a bit of The Hand that Rocks the Mabel at the end, replacing  reversed cymbal.

If you guys like this, I’d like to recommend both my Star’s Boy mashup and Blood Moon Ball mashup.

Wrong Choice

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader 
Genre: Slight-smut, Slight-romance, & Drabble
Words: 527
POV: 2nd Person

Drabble #’s 

45 -  “You look pretty hot in plaid.”

Originally posted by kaiinyourarea

It was yet another date night with your amazing boyfriend. You quickly curled your hair to make it a little wavy. You also couldn’t help but do a little dance as you played your favorite hip-hop playlist. You tried to glide your way over to your closest. Yeah, that failed miserably. You found yourself laughing at your failed attempt and picked out an outfit for tonight’s festivities. You selected a nice dark red plaid button up and underneath was a plain yet tight black tank top. You paired it with black leggings and your favorite knee-high boots.

Taking one last look at your appearance in the mirror, you couldn’t help but smirk at your attire. Everything was on point and Taehyung was going to be putty in your hands by the end of the night.

The sound of the doorbell echoing throughout your small house pulled you out of your thoughts. You smiled brightly as you grabbed your phone from the charger and your purse that was chilling on your bed. You practically skipped out of your room and ran down the stairs. You swiftly answered the door, revealing a well-dressed Taehyung. You saw that he was wearing a casual dark grey button up shirt and dark blue jeans. He was wearing one of his more expensive shoes and a nice watch.

           “Well hello there. I’m looking for my girlfriend but all I’m seeing right now is a Goddess.” Taehyung complimented, attempting at flirting with you.

You chuckled softly and walked out of your house, closing the door behind you. You turned your back towards him briefly to lock the door, however, Taehyung took that chance to wrap his arms around your waist and move your hair slightly, revealing your neck. He began to lightly pepper your neck with kisses, even softly nibbling certain areas, causing you to sigh in content.

           “Taehyung… we are going to miss the movie.” You paused to moan softly as he began to assault your sweet spot.

Taehyung smirked against your neck and pulled away.

           “Not my fault you look pretty hot in plaid. Almost makes me think you planned this since you know how you wearing plaid does to me.” Taehyung said, justifying his actions.

You giggled softly in response.

           “Yes, make yourself feel better about the fact that you couldn’t control your dick babe…” You said sarcastically as you failed to notice Taehyung take your house key and proceed to unlock your door.

Taehyung opened your door and gently took your hand, guiding you back inside the house. As soon as you were inside, he slammed the door shut and pinned you against the wall. He undid the first few buttons of your shirt and began to assault your neck and collar bones. Basically, any spot that was fair game to him.

           “Note to self: never wear plaid anymore on nights where I actually wanted to go out with you.” You jokingly said out loud as you tried to fight off the moan that was threatening to spill from your lips.

Taehyung chuckled lowly as he proceeded to undo the rest of the buttons.

           “Yeah, that would probably be best.”

Send me some numbers! You have until 11:59 PM (PST) today to do so! :D

heavenlysams  asked:

marvel for the ask game?



don’t get me fucking started on the treatment of my son Anthony Edward Stark by everyone and their mother oh boy leave him the fuck alone you vultures?

stop making him the villain ok


fuck that whole ending of CACW alright Rogers you have lost all credibility with me hand your shield to Sam Wilson immediately 

@ marvel writers stop making characters suddenly HYDRA it’s super disrespectful ok? (honestly Magneto???? Stand the fuck down)

my son, James Rupert Rhodes, needs more airtime (aka his own movie)

bring back JARVIS 2kforever

in conclusion I could write a full thesis on why Tony Stark needs to be treated better & shouldn’t be viewed as a villain

send me a thing & I’ll tell you what I hate about it

anonymous asked:

hi :) do you think it's normal that i don't have any real friends in uni? i still live at home so i really only socialize during lectures, but all my lectures are with different people and i feel like almost everyone already has a Squad™. I don't mind it that much, it's just that all my high school friends are having a great time at college, going to parties every week and i feel like im wasting the best of my years, you know what i mean? anyway i just wanted to get this off my chest x

hi honey! oh, i feel this so much… uni can feel very isolating bc your classmates/group mates rotate so much and since everyone has different schedules it’s hard to meet up after classes and such. you end up looking like you’re bffs with a handful of folks during class breaks but there’s no real connection there — i’ve struggled with this a lot but what i’ve come to realise is a lot of people are in the same position, feeling equally distanced and lonely. try to make plans with people even if you think they already have a group — they might be more open to it than you think, and if they’re not available don’t take it personally, there’s more folks in your course and some of them are gonna wanna hang out with you and get to know you better.

as for FOMO over your old friends’ party life, i wouldn’t stress too much about it. remember that quote about how we only see the highlight reel of everyone else’s life? personally i like parties and going out a lot, but during uni semesters i’ve gone out a grand total of one (1) time! i did wonder if that was normal for a uni student, but tbh normal is what feels right to you. if you wanna go out and party, by all means push yourself to put yourself out there more! (careful not to compromise your grades tho ahah) but if you only want to do so bc you feel like everyone else’s doing it and you’re missing out, honestly don’t bother and know you’re not the only one!

(a note on “your best years”: i think that it’s totally false and a bit depressing to think that you’ll be past your prime in a couple years. nahh fam the best is always yet to come)

anonymous asked:

what if thrawn met vader's hyenas

After learning of their existence Thrawn clears his schedule for watching eight straight hours of dog training videos on holonet-youtube so he can stage a tableau with all the hyenas around him, lying on their bellies, eating treats out of his hand, and its the first thing Vader sees when he walks into his chambers is just Thrawn, there, petting his dogs and smirking, and Thrawn forgets that this encounter (like everything else he does to antagonize Vader) just ends with him being immediately throttled by an invisible hand, not even half a second to deploy his bon mot. 

At this point Tarkin probably has a special alarm on his commlink that alerts him when Thrawn or Motti is being strangled 

anonymous asked:

Hey liza! Do you have any idea of which episode killian might be back to storybrooke? I'm hoping for next week! By the end of the ep. I'm super excited for some more cs focus but i hope they don't drag the angst for too long! Did you enjoy the episode?

I hope they don’t drag out the angst for too many episodes either.  It’s hard to say. Shooting spoilers are sparse, but all over the place. We know that 6.16 is the Gideon episode, and it feels like he might be holding Emma in the Sorcerer’s mansion for a bit that episode. (my interpretation) All we know for Hook in that episode is potential Blackbeard and Lost Boys flashbacks. 

However, there has to be some sort of satisfying resolution in next week’s episode, at the very least I expect Emma to know that Gideon had a hand in Killian’s disappearance by the end of the ep. 

Day 25


Dan1-L waited patiently until he reach the age of majority so he could have his driving licence and pilot heavy mechs, just like he have always dreamt of. The sense of empowerment on being a Mech-737 commander was pure thrill, efficiency at its fullest, immense freedom, so many buttons to push. Too bad that’s an excuse to never walk on his feet again, and be the lazy bot he was born to be. Lost to the hands of countless gadgets, Dan1-L ended up losing mobility from his waist down, because he still uses his arms to reach for Doritos while driving.