you hit the ground

anonymous asked:

Did you ever wonder why you didn't die when you hit the ground?

*It was a very long fall…
*Haha. I would not be surprised.
*If I actually did die.
*And, hypothetically speaking, SOULS did exist.
*And this was some sort of messed up purgatory.
*That was a joke.
*I just got lucky.

*That would be an unfortunate super power in this situation.
*I would land.
*Break all my bones.
*Then have to wait for the elements or starvation to off me.
*Thank you for the mental image.



1) What are the attack inputs when you jump over the environments?

The command moves are:

-While Landing- P
-While Landing- K
T (Throw/H+P)

There are 5 moves in total and they are not listed within your move commands for environments.

*While landing* means to hit the attack command when you are about to touch the ground after vaulting in the air, or as you are descending.

2) Will this work after jumping over the sandbags in Hot Zone? and how many stages have this?

Yes. What you see here will work the same way in Hot Zone, just without the open cliff behind that makes them fall off and there is only two stages currently for that environment. (Hot Zone and The Ends of the Earth).

3) I see attacks that looks like it has follow ups after it, do they have follow ups after these certain X/Y moves?

Yes, provided the actual move on the actual command list has string attacks after it. Eliot for example, has his 2H+K converted to -while landing- K here, but the string follow up also returns in this case so the follow up attack would be -while landing- KP. Phase is another example with K and the moment you splat them into the environment. I provided an example on her portion.

If there’s anything missing, let me know right away when possible within the comments.

4) What’s the purpose of this? what’s the point when only two stages has this?

The purpose of this is to provide knowledge on one of the important elements to DOA. The environment. What you see here can be the climax to doing unpredictable damage or to win a close round/match. It’s not very often that these environments will trigger, but it’s useful to know this as well as showing overlooked/underrated mechanic or attacks that people may not be aware of when placed in this situation.

Note: There is also AI-only specific throws after the iceberg/sandbags jump that the CPU has access to. Unfortunately there is no way to perform them currently as a player.

If you have any questions, ask away in the comments.

“When Rainn’s on the exercise ball bouncing up and down, and I come over and I stab it with the scissors. In every other take we did, I stabbed it and it just slowly goes down. And the camera angle was that he just slowly ducked behind the thing and it was incredible. On the last take they were like “do one more.” And I remember going over and I went “boom”! And I must have hit the seam or something. And it exploded. He hit the ground as hard as I’ve ever seen a human hit the ground. If you go back and watch that episode, I just dive out because I am crying laughing.” - John Krasinski 

We are trying to rescue a hostage taken by Goblins. 

Elven Wizard OOC: I cast Light on a crossbow bolt and fire it into the cave so we can see. [rolls a nat 1]
DM: You know, I wasn’t even gonna make you roll for that. But, since you did… well, the bolt goes wide. You hear a pained screech and a thud as the passing bird you just speared hits the ground. 
Elven Wizard OOC: I pick up the bird and put it in my pack.
It’s a bloody, mangled-
Elven Wizard OOC
: I pick up. The bird. And I put it in my pack.
DM: …its blood soaks through your belongings.


Elven Cleric OOC: I’m going to try and see if the Goblin leader intends to keep his word [rolls a nat 1]
DM: You suddenly realize that the one you have been staring at isn’t even the one your party is talking to. Your companions seem confused by your intent stare at a random Goblin. Said Goblin picks its nose.
Half-Orc Monk OOC: I try to intimidate the guy we are actually talking to. I pull a scary orc face and snarl at him to surrender in a matching voice! [rolls a nat 1]
DM: You grimace like you shat yourself and your voice breaks. He is not impressed.

“What’s it like?”


“Yeah,” he replied.

“It’s like having a nightmare, but being awake through it all. You know when the monsters start chasing you, and you try to run away, but you just can’t seem to run fast enough or far enough. Every direction you turn, a new monster appears.

Or like, when you’re having one of those dreams where you’re falling, terrified you’ll hit the ground, but then you wake up, and you’re fine.

Depression is a lot like that, except, I don’t wake up. I just keep running and falling. And one day, the monsters will take me or I’ll hit the ground.

There’s just no waking up from this.”

—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write.
Things This INTP Likes

- Times when you’re speaking out loud and you suddenly connect two disparate ideas … Thanks, Ne!

- One absolutely perfect moment of music in a song

- Snowfall at night, where you can sense the flakes hitting the ground

- Anytime a mathematical concept clicks in your head

- Battles of wit with a good friend

- Making obscure foods using difficult kitchen techniques

- Reading a sentence perfectly crafted

- The first sip of coffee in the morning

- Looking out the window and seeing a deer in the backyard

- Walking into a room and catching a whiff of some wonderful candle scent

- Learning a new grammatical concept

- Thinking in another language without thinking about it

- That moment when you wake up and realize it’s your day off

- When a baby reaches its arms out to you

- Laughing until your lungs are weak

There are more, but these are just a few of the things that make me happy. And don’t we all need a bit of happiness right now?

Do you want to come over tonight?
Do you want to burn through a pack of reds?
Do you want to pour me out some gin and get hurt?
Do you want punch through the drywall?
Do you want to smash your skull, splinter your sternum, shatter your ribs?
Do you want to cut out my vertebrae and hang them from your neck on a copper wire?
Do you want to coil my veins into a rope and hang me from the eaves of the church?
Do you want to get poisoned?
Do you want to start a forest fire?
Do you want to split the frozen ground and dig until we hit the crawling red core?
Do you want to mark me with an iron brand?
Do you want to anchor me with chains to the riverbed?
Do you want to bleed?
Do you want to burn?

Pajama Man, pt. 4

This was a Call of Cthulhu set in the ‘20s. The players are a lieutenant, a paranormal scientist, a priest, a politician, and a pro wrestler known only as Pajama Man. (I was Pajama Man.)

The Politician had accidently killed a hobo running from the house just as Pajama Man was gearing up to throw a chair.

Pajama Man, OOC: Can I throw the chair anyway?

GM: Go right ahead.

*Pajama Man rolls badly*

GM: Your chair not only misses the hobo lying motionless on the ground, but you also hit the mayor right in the back. What’s your strength?

Pajama Man, OOC: Uhhh. Way too high.

GM: Roll a 2d6+6 for me.

(Cue a lot of laughing as we realize the Politician almost got oneshot by a chair)

Pajama Man, IC: Pajama Man didn’t vote for this puny mayor anyway!

And no matter how hard you try, people can always get you down. But what makes the difference is you. How you act towards it. Getting up as soon as you hit the ground and going on or getting mad and giving everything up. It’s what defines you. It’s what people see when they look at you. And so, fall 7 times, stand up 8. You’ll get there. You will.
—  LM. Never give up.

We’re sitting on our living room floor, with our faces pressed against the window. You’re watching the rain fall, hitting the ground and forming puddles that you’ll splash me with later when we go out for a walk. I’m watching you, because you’re more beautiful than the rainy autumn sky. You’re a different kind of beautiful, the type of beautiful that makes me stop mid sentence to kiss you on the cheek, or that stops me from listening to what you’re saying because I’m focusing on the sparkle in your eyes when you talk about something you love. You’re the type of beautiful that can’t be captured in words. No words could do you justice.

Fainting (Drabble)

Summary: You faint after a mission, but Bucky is there for you.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 459 (I apparently have a talent at making my drabbles this number of words lol)

Based off of this prompt: “You fainted… straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Warnings: Fainting. 

A/N: This was the second drabble for last place from my 1500 Followers Celebration. This one was one I was going to write anyway even if no one voted for it, but I had a few votes for it, so it worked out! Hope you enjoy :)

Originally posted by moan-s

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Derek Hale request

Could you write a Derek Hale x Reader where the reader is being tortured in front of him and there’s nothing he can do about it? Then eventually the pack comes to the rescue and at this point the reader is almost dead. Then in the hospital Derek feels super guilty and the ending is super fluffy?

Could you do a Derek Hale one where he reader is being tortured in front of Derek to get info out of him? And later when the pack is finally there to rescue them the reader is in bad shape and Derek feels super guilty when she’s in the hospital?

AN: I changed the hospital to Dr. Deaton’s place since he was basically their doctor

A wolfsbane bullet right to the left collarbone hit you hard and brought you down. You heard Derek growl like you’ve never heard before as you hit the ground, slammed your head against the floor, and drifted out of consciousness.

You woke up and instantly felt the bullet still lodged in your shoulder. “Oh, look who’s awake,” a voice snarled and you opened your eyes. The bright lights above you were blinding and you had to squeeze them shut a few times before your vision cleared up.

“You touch a hair on her head and I’ll rip your throat out,” Derek’s yell rang in your ears and you saw your shirtless boyfriend tied up and hanging from iron hooks in the ceiling.

The man walked over and twirled a piece of your hair in his hand. “That’s funny Derek, because it looks like you can’t do anything about it.” A deep growl rippled through the air. “Tell me what I want to know, little wolf, and I’ll let you know.”

“I’m not telling you anything,” you managed to get out with your dry throat.

“We can do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way,” the man picked up a silver knife.

“Silver is just a myth,” you chuckled. “It does that same on us that it does to every other person.”

“I know that,” he sickly laughed. “But a silver knife with mistletoe will do some damage.” He quickly shot the blade out and slashed your arm. You hissed as you tried to withhold from crying out from the pain. You lost count of how long you were there and how many cut and stabs were delivered to you. All you could register now was the man yelling at you and Derek yelling at the man and telling you it was ok to tell him what you knew. But you weren’t giving in and you weren’t risking the rest of the pack getting hurt.

“Look’s like I’m not getting anywhere,” the man dramatically sighed. “Do you know what this is?” He uncapped the bottle and the smell of mistletoe got stronger. “Time I get rid of you and move onto the alpha.” The man walked over and forced your mouth open, pouring the mistletoe in your mouth.

It burned like hell and when you started to lose consciousness all you could hear was growling.


You woke up suddenly like you had been brought back to life, your body tensing and feeling nothing but pain.

“Woah, hey, calm down,” Derek, Scott, and the Doctor’s arms wrapped around you trying to pin you down. “Y/N, Y/N, listen to me,” the Dr. Deaton yelled at you, “you have to relax.”

“Everything hurts,” you said with a clenched jaw.

“I know, there’s still some mistletoe in your system. I’m going to inject you with something that will make the pain duller and help clear it from your system,” he said it all as he worked and put the large needle in your thigh. It took about 5 minutes but the pain became manageable. “We’ll give you two some privacy.”

“I’m glad you’re ok, Y/N,” Scott gave a small smile before leaving the room with Deaton.

“Doc had to fish out the bullet from your shoulder. You had so much mistletoe in your system that he had to give you a bunch of meds and transfuse some of your blood. You’re just starting to heal back up,” Derek said barely looking at you.

“How long have I been unconscious?”

“Almost 4 days.”

“Are you ok? Did he do anything to you?”

He gave a laugh before finally really looking at you. “You almost died, Y/N, and you’re asking if he hurt me. Do you realize that, Y/N? That you almost died,” he voice was building to a yell. “What would I have done, huh, if I had lost you? I would have lost you. And I don’t know how I’d live. Knowing that I just stood there and watched you die. I couldn’t do anything. An Alpha that had to wait for his teenage pack to come to the rescue,” he scoffed at himself.

“Hey,” you grabbed his hand and held onto it for dear life. “The roles could have easily been reversed. There was nothing you could have done. You were tied up, weakened, and in a ring of Mountain Ash.”

“I should have-”

“I should have not gotten shot, but we don’t have control over everything. You did all you could have one, D,” you reassured.

“I guess you’re right,” he held on tight to your hands. “I just don’t know what I would do without you,” he said placing a gentle kiss on your hand. “You’re my Omega, I need you by my side.”

“You’re my Alpha so I’ll never leave.”


pairing: Bjorn x Reader

fandom: vikings

prompt: arguing but secretly being kind of turned on by it 

@nekodemon73 @kumpmk

“I will not marry this animal!” The chair falls back hitting the ground as you stand up, glaring at your father and everyone else around, especially your soon to be husband. 

You didn’t understand why he even tried to make a deal with them, they’d never keep their word and just continue to raid your lands and slaughter your people. Worst of all, now you should be married off to one of them like some sort of peace offer. At that moment you weren’t sure anymore who disgusted you more, these north men or your own father.

You storm to the door, knocking a guard aside who tried to stop you on your way and leave the throne room. 

“I think I’ll like her.” Bjorn raises his drink with a small smile while his eyes linger a moment on the swinging door you just left through.

You scream at the door when you hear the knock from the other side of the room, “Go away father, I’m not talking to you!" 

"Will you talk to me then?” Bjorn enters, unfazed by your glaring look and the way your face changes into a grimace when you see him. 

“What do you want?" 

"Can’t I have a private talk with my betrothed?” He smirks and you consider throwing the next best thing at him. 

“I won’t marry you." 

"You seem awfully opposed to the idea. Why don’t you give me chance to change your mind?" 

"There’s nothing you could say that would convince me that you’re not an…" 

"Animal?” He interrupts you, while leaning against the wall, his eyes not leaving you for a second.  

A blush slowly creeps on your face when you realize he understood your language. At least good enough that he was able to follow the conversation you had earlier. 

You take a deep breath and steady yourself before you step closer to him, “I think you should leave now." 

"What? Not interested to have a talk with your dear husband?" 

"You’re not my husband!” You grab him by the arm and shove him towards the door, “Don’t come back!” You yell after the door falls shut behind him. 

What the hell was wrong with this guy? Did everyone bend together today just to make your day a horrible disaster? Because it sure felt like it.

Your new Viking ‘friends’ didn’t seem to have any intention of leaving anytime soon. Even worse, your father was not backing down about the idea of you marrying Bjorn. 

Wherever you went around the castle, he was there as well, staring at you with an unreadable face. Slowly, without really realizing it, you felt yourself drawn to him. At first it was more to break through his expression that made him look like he was annoyed or mad all the time. But the more you watched him as well, you noticed that he was indeed handsome. In a rugged more primal way anyway.

“Bjorn?” You had decided to go and visit him. Take an end to that damn attraction you felt. You were sure it would fade after you talked to him again and saw him up close. Surely this was just some kind of misplaced affection that came out of nowhere. 

You almost dart out again, seeing Bjorn sitting in a bathtub when you enter. 


Reluctantly, you stop and turn back around to face him. The water was running down his naked chest, glistening in the dim light that some candles provided. The sight didn’t help your little crush to vanish one bit, in fact it had quite the opposite effect.

“Do you want to join me?” He smiles, looking expectantly at you. 

“N-no! Are you out of your mind?” You tried your best but the stuttering was still audible in your voice. 

“Come here.” He waves you over and you take a seat next to him on a small chair. 

He sits up in the tub a bit further and leans over the edge, closer to you. One of his hands grabs your waist the other moves gently along your collarbone and neck. Your first instinct is to pull away but his touches are so light and not demanding at all that you keep still and just stare at him.
He reaches up, his mouth connecting to the places where his fingers just touched. You close your eyes, enjoying the feeling for a moment. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to join me?" 

"Y-yes.” You jerk upwards, suddenly realizing what you were doing and quickly hurry to the door, vanishing in the dark corridors as fast as possible. 

“She keeps doing that…” Bjorn says with a small sigh but smiles to himself afterwards.