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Like Vaporwave... but more of a country twang.

2016.03.08 02:49 Incarta95 Like Vaporwave... but more of a country twang.

Tumblewave is split into two realities, Dawn and Dusk. Each carry their own aesthetics, but are at the end of the day married to one another due to common base themes.
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2023.03.30 07:13 michaelHIJINX FYI... Came across a forgery memorabilia site

FYI... Came across a forgery memorabilia site
Was looking for old vinyl & saw a copy of Europe '72 Autographed by the WHOLE BAND for under $400! Got excited for a second, but of course it was too good to be true. Went to the site & see they have page after page of signed Dead memorabilia... 95 listings total.
Then looked at everything else they had, Johnny Cash, Louis Armstrong, Beatles full band... all these passed greats for mere hundreds of dollars. I'd think somebody was joking if they weren't paying for Google ads.
Googled the Las Vegas based company, Memorable Gifts, and found it's owned by a known forger that starts a new company every couple years for a clean slate.
Feel free to Google them & click on all their ads to make them advertise their way out of business. I read the owner is paying 10's of thousands a month in Google ad revenue... Of course I usually try not to click on ads to minimize that, but for this I'll make an exception!
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2023.03.30 07:11 camhart73 Aqueous deficient dry eye - Try a whole house humidifier

I suffer from both oil and aqueous deficient dry eyes (latter due to corrective eye surgery, though never had issues with oil prior to surgery either). I've found using a whole house humidifier makes a massive difference for me.
Here's the one I like: https://www.amazon.com/AIRCARE-831000-Space-Saver-Evaporative-Humidifiedp/B00WAC9VKQ/ref=sr_1_5?crid=30WWDMN3OSW2X&keywords=aircare&qid=1680151821&sprefix=aircare%2Caps%2C115&sr=8-5&ufe=app_do%3Aamzn1.fos.f5122f16-c3e8-4386-bf32-63e904010ad0
Also, in case you see wild fluctuations in how your eyes feel, buying something to measure humidity levels is a good way to understand if the whole house humidifier would be worth it to you. You can get these for $20: https://www.amazon.com/ThermoPro-Hygrometer-Thermometer-Humidity-Temperature/dp/B09NL17MBref=sr_1_27?crid=YQV4NF38KG5H&keywords=humidistat&qid=1680151898&sprefix=humidistat%2Caps%2C99&sr=8-27. Place them around the home in the places you use the most.
If you have a smart thermostat, it may tell you humidity levels. Just be aware that they fluctuate a lot depending on where you are in the home. I have 3 humidistat censors throughout the house now in all the key places I spend time (office, kitchen/family room, bed room). I have the humidifiers dialed in to keep humidity at ~55%.
This approach has made a bigger impact for me than anything else I've tried. Although it is limited to when I'm within the home.
Other things I've tried:
Hopefully some of this is helpful to someone.
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2023.03.30 07:08 tom442233 boxing gear in Las Vegas

This is a chain sporting goods store that has several locations in boxing gear in Las Vegas. They sell a wide variety of sports equipment, including boxing gear. Some of their locations include 3200 S Las Vegas Blvd, Las Vegas, NV 89109 and 9550 W. Charleston Blvd, Las Vegas, NV 89117.
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2023.03.30 07:06 Jazzlike_Willow248 Any sugar baby in Nevada or South Dakota?

I am 37M, working as a software engineer, currently in Las Vegas and looking for a sugar baby for a couple of weeks to be with me for some happy moments. Please DM me, so we can discuss on expectations.
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2023.03.30 07:05 Purple-Title-7653 Feeling Unstable & Lost

Feeling Unstable & Lost
I recently moved back home after being out on my own since 18. It was a bumpy road being out on my own. I’ve gone through multiple jobs and still haven’t found one or been giving the opportunity that fits me. I recently lost a job a from then I’ve stemmed out to try and create my own business. I’m also finally returning to school in the fall to pursue a degree in psychology and possibly sociology as well. I attended school in the past but dropped out since I couldn’t pay out of pocket but now I qualify for financial aid. I’m just hoping posting on here might bring something eye opening. I also have been struggling a lot financially even since moving back home. Every time I save up anything something happens
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2023.03.30 07:00 had_my_way as of now, this is what can be gathered of the new pressings. All are presumed to be available in AU and EU Gizzverse, but I only marked the ones Stu has confirmed in tweet replies

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2023.03.30 07:00 Proletlariet Kirbin - GiTS Major backup second try

Major Motoko Kusanagi

Motoko, often referred to simply as Major, is the squad leader of the police special forces unit Public Security Section 9, with a small team of combat veterans under her command, Section 9 often undergoes covert missions to solve problems before they become widespread.
Due at an accident very early in her life Motoko became severely injured resulting in her being in a coma for an extended period of time, as a solution to this she was converted in a full cyborg, no part of her original body remains save for her Ghost. As a full cyborg Motoko possesses superhuman physical capabilities, in addition to expert hacking skills and a variety of combat assissting cybernetics such as Thermoptic Camouflage and aim assisting software.
The feats in this respect thread come from Stand Alone Complex, Second Gig, and Solid State Society, no other versions of Ghost in the Shell are considered.

Strength

Durability

Agility

Marksmanship/Firearms

Cybernetics

Hacking

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2023.03.30 06:57 cleopathea 25 F Red Eyes, Migraine, and Other Symptoms

Hi! 25 year old female who has been experiencing red eyes for the last ~1.5 months and now has a sudden onset of other symptoms. Eyes were seen by an optometrist who basically told me she had no idea what the cause was and prescribed me a combo antibiotic and anti-inflammatory eye drop. No improvement in the week following.
A couple of days after my eye appointment, I experienced a migraine. I commonly experience these around my fertile window, however this one subsided for about a day and then returned worse than last time. Again, this one subsided and has now returned once again a few days later. I have pain behind/around my right eye and frontal sinus pain. If I change positions, the pain worsens. I am also experiencing dizziness, nausea, a slight ringing in my ears, stiff neck, visual disturbances (hard to explain — colors and things just don’t look “right”) and I have not experienced a normal night of sleep since a few days before the first migraine. (These symptoms have not been constant for the past week. They seem to increase before and during the headache episodes.) Also, beginning a couple days ago I started experiencing intermittent pain in my left collarbone.
Anyway, all of this is to basically ask if this is an emergent situation. I am currently in a different country and uninsured, so I don’t want to show up to the emergency room/urgent care and be sent away/told it’s a migraine.
My main concern is the fact that the red eyes began so many weeks prior to my headache symptoms. I also tend to experience migraines in single episodes; I may feel crappy for days after, but I can’t remember an instance of the headache starting and stopping like this.
Thank you so much for your time!!
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2023.03.30 06:57 amityblightvibes I had ChatGPT 3.5 rewrite the lyrics to O.O. Thoughts?

For context, I’m an Nswer who loves O.O, both despite and for its imperfections. I can’t deny that the lyrics are bad though. I wanted to see what AI would do, given the chance to ‘fix’ them.
Here was my prompt: “These are the lyrics to the song O.O by the K-pop girl group Nmixx. [provides O.O lyrics]. These lyrics are widely considered nonsensical and bad by listeners of the song. Can you rewrite them to be higher-quality, make more sense, and be more creative, while still preserving the feel, length, style, and flow of the song?”
Here’s what it came up with: “ Verse 1: With a gaze that mesmerizes, Can you feel the energy rise? Shimmering, shimmering, I'm drawing you in closer. A good vibe, vibe, No more running, you can't hide, Surprise and shock await, Pop it, pop it, let's go crazy.
Check it out, popcorn and soda, Ready for the show, come on over, Cross your arms, take a seat, The excitement's building up to a beat. It's just a tease, Watch me come alive and release, Don't be surprised, just chill and breathe.
Pre-Chorus: Dan-da-ra dan-da-ra dan, Let's get moving now, Dan-da-ra dan-da-ra dan, No turning back, no way out. Oh, let's bring it up, Higher and higher, let's rock this spot, Eyes open wide like 'O.O.'
Chorus: Watch out, let's dance, dance, dance, Look at us go, go, go (O.O.) Watch out, let's dance, dance, dance, Look at us go, go, go (O.O.) Just one drop, now you see, Watch out, let's dance, dance, dance, Look at us go, go, go.
Verse 2/Interlude: Nmixx is here, come follow us, In this maze of ones and zeros, It's easy to get lost in the fake, But we're real, no mistake. Bam, bam, bam, Can you feel it, feel it, feel it, Bam, bam, bam, Let's shout out, out, out, Our dreams are realistic, no doubt, Wake up, tap-tap, knock-knock, Press those buttons, tap-tap, push it down, Follow us, never let us down, Be with us, let's be strong.
Zip, zap, zoom, come on, come on, Hold tight, don't let go, Here we go, no need to fear, Never give up, trust in us my dear. Zero plus zero equals infinity, Isn't that amazing? Zip, zap, zoom, come on, come on, You're our hero, let's make it happen.
Before it's too late, let's try, What are you waiting for? Now's the time, let's shine, And together, we'll win the fight.
Chorus: Watch out, let's dance, dance, dance, Look at us go, go, go (O.O.) Watch out, let's dance, dance, dance, Look at us go, go, go (O.O.) Time to blink, baby, come on, Watch out, let's dance, dance, dance, Look at us go, go, go (O.O.)
Outro: What do you think, think, think (O.O.) That's it, it's all done (O.O.) Sort yourself out and come on over, Watch out, let's dance, dance, dance, Follow us, follow us, O.O.”
Honestly, I think that it turned out amazing. My previous attempts at songwriting with ChatGPT haven’t turned out great, but this one did. I think these lyrics would have done Nmixx and O.O justice. Luckily LMLT and YDS were much closer to this than O.O.
(Also, don’t worry- I made sure to congratulate ChatGPT on its work. Hopefully, I’ll be spared when robots take over!)
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2023.03.30 06:57 Historical_Solid_801 So scared

My history was F9 on sec EYE. I was sleeping through the year. My Wa1 was a E8. I had to travel in the middle of the term for a personal matter so I honestly didn't do my best. Now my history teacher keeps telling me to drop. He is quite adamant on it. Is it possible for a teacher to force you to drop? Or is it your choice at the end of the day?
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2023.03.30 06:55 siameseoverlord Final Surgery for me

Hello again.
On the 18th, I had what I hope is my final surgery for my TN.
After having my life ruined by a domino effect of oral surgery events, and other things which I don’t want to go into, have left me in that electrified face that we all have come to know and revile.
Yes, I had the big surgery. I needed that like another hole in my head. Which is all that it was, and a failure.
After working across the USA and getting treatments, I took a break after the big MVD in 2018.
In have been on Topamirate since 2003, and they started me on Lamotrigine after my surgery in 2018. By 2021 as you may know, the meds were just getting habituated and not doing enough.
I live in the Southwest. I called every oral surgeon in AZ and NV to find one who would do a nerve ablation, of the mandibular branch as I had planned to do in 2013. Oral surgeons and Doctors hesitate to do this, intentionally. But intentionally, they have no problem twanging ours like a rock star doing his guitar solo. Sorry. Pain is still high.
I called 40ish OS. first in AZ. Most would either insist that I make an appointment first, or said they would call me back. Most never did. Some actually asked, they all said no, and didn’t know anyone who did In Las Vegas, I called a few, then actually got the name of an OS who was a specialist in this.
Unfortunately, I had to wait two years to see him. Because he is one of the top specialists in the USA. He was doing lectures and studies, and as soon as he returned they would be booking appointments.
I finally got an appointment December 2022. He was an older, yet very experienced and confident surgeon. He told me that there are only five specialists in his field, that they all confer, and have to take turns going back to Harvard to lecture. He said “Harvard” several times.
He was very honest too. He told me right away, “I don’t want to give you any false hope. You have been in pain so long, there is probably no way to completely stop it. But I think that I can help with you Eajaw/nerve. “
I told him that any thing that lowers any part would be ok with me.
I could finally see a small flickering candle and the long end of à windswept tunnel.
So. I am lowering my expectations as he suggested. If something gets better, great. If everything stays the same like last time, we’ll then, it’s one day at a time like always.
after a a few consultations and yet another MRI, The surgery was on the 18th
Nothing yet. He tells me that this week will be a better week than last. I was still inflamed last week.
If you want more information PM me.
I wish you all pain free days.
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2023.03.30 06:53 Jazzlike_Willow248 Any Female sugar baby in Las Vegas?

I am 37M, working as a software engineer, currently in Las Vegas and looking for a sugar baby for a couple of weeks to be with me for some happy moments. Please DM me, so we can discuss on expectations.
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2023.03.30 06:51 toriegorie Loneliness.

I define myself as a mature person though, I can't help but feel as if everything I do is conflict with how I feel. I almost just assume myself as the embodiment of conflict. I want to be left alone yet, I cry for my loneliness to end. I don’t really hate to say this but it feels bad to say, I understand most of my toxic traits are just traits that hurt me. I always need validation on what I do, I can’t handle being yelled at or surprised by any form of contact. I desire attention, validation, and I always want to somehow please people despite my apathetic nature. I do silly, childish antics like putting a backpack behind my bedroom door in order to wake me up if it’s opened; I need a light to sleep, preferably a salt lamp. It feels rare for me to feel much joy, whenever I feel an emotion it’s either tame melancholy or just outright melancholic feelings. I love stuffed animals, they’re so fuzzy and comfy; they’re my substitution for actual contact.. I want to be left alone, I want to be able to clear my head and float in space while listening to cheesy lofi. Though, I don’t want to be lonely, I can't even go into really dark places unless I have someone right with me. I want to isolate myself, I already isolated my emotions; but I can’t help but let a few of those emotions overflow and take over me. I’ve mostly listened and listened all my life, I feel pathetic for even venting my fucking frustrations any more; the past me did it so much and yet now.. I’ve just tried keeping it in such a tight can that if anymore were to fill it.. I’d feel my body explode in the agony of those things that make me weep. I feel afraid to even vent to people I feel closest too, I guarantee if I saw my brother in person I wouldn’t even be able to look him in the eyes not in any way of disrespect or discomfort, but in hatred of myself. It seems odd to think of it that way, because I truly do care about my brother. Though, I don’t want him to see me as pathetic even though I know he won't. There were times where I spent days on end just helping someone with their situation that involved suicide, memory loss, and more. Then all this bullshit recently of a chick dropping my friend because she went from Lesbian to Straight within a blink of an eye. I feel I’m to emotional yet I rarely cry this much. I don’t even have a right to feel lonely, after all I’ve at least got at most ten friends to talk too.
I don't want to try to laugh right now. What’s wrong with me?
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2023.03.30 06:49 siriushendrix Validation

I cut contact with my mom around the end of summer last year and it hits harder than other days. I feel instant guilt and regret when I think “man, I could be a lot more stressed out if I was talking to her”. I feel guilty when I think about my olde brother cutting contact with all of us. So now it’s 2/3 kids no talking to her. I know she’s been through a lot and she told me a couple of things from her teenager years and it was indeed fucked up and then add on my dad’s suicide… but after my last therapy session I realize that the way she acted towards me as I grew up wasn’t any different than before my dad died. I realized that he was the buffer between us and that’s my biggest reason for always being so pissed at him. Like dude… you saw her giving me the silent treatment and me crying because no matter how many times I apologized or however many ways I tried, she wouldn’t even look at me. He was the only one to show and encourage my interest and writing. I haven’t written shit in 5-6 years because she fucking destroyed that with “You make yourself depressed so you can be a better writing”. I don’t remember my reaction but I can still hear those words.
And I sit here and think about all the things I have issues with and dear god. I feel like I keep trying to make excuses for her and blame myself instead. My happiest memories are with my dad and him playing with us. But I don’t remember my mom playing with us very often. We’d ask her to get in the pool and that was a no because of her hair. Took us to beach and would have her feet in the water but nothing else. I really tried to remember an instance of her playing but I can’t. All I have is us sitting on the couch and either my head is on her lap and she’s playing with my hair or i was playing with hers because I was trying to figure hair in general.
I remembered right now that the first time she read my journal was like first or second grade and read from it in front of my dad and little brother. And then she did it again when I was in high school and yelled at me for a while because I called her names in it. But that’s what it was for. To get all these cyclical, dark, awful things out of my head. The kind of things you say out of anger because you don’t mean it and don’t want to hurt the other person.
I told my therapist this and other stuff and she just… her eyes would go wide. And my best friend too but she just told me she was angry for me. That all I was asking for from my mom was basic stuff but she gave me none of that. Unless you count the number of times she reminded me that she birthed me, fed me, sheltered me, and clothed me. Like k thanks.
I came out of non-binary in 2018. I had to get her to come to a therapy session because it was the only place I felt safe. It went to shit real quick. Next session I have, my therapist tells me “I am 65 years old, a few months from retiring. I have been doing this a long time and I think this is the first time I’ve had to say this. Don’t listen to your mother.” and I just cried for the rest of that session because someone finally saw it. Someone finally saw how she treats me. I always had to apologize for everything and hearing that it wasn’t my job to… that was… a lot.
My final straw was her not understanding what I was saying when I said I, a very all-around queer person, am not safe in Texas. Then she told me no woman feels safe in Texas. Like she really went for that double hitter. Misgendered and dismissed all of my concerns. I texted her that she needs to apologize and call me the right name and pronouns or not talk to me. Three days of silence was it for me and I blocked her. Holidays come around and she sends a gift and my birthday is around christmas and she sent a gift for that too. Both were from Amazon so I caved for a moment and sent her a thank you message via Amazon. Nothing else since then though so…
She’s the last parent I have and I feel like I need to just get over it and accept it but she can’t even answer me when I ask if she even likes me. “You say you love me but do you even like me?” Nothing. Meanwhile:
Her: I love you
Me: Love you more
Her: I gave birth to you. I win
while also saying at random times that she only loves us BECAUSE she gave birth to us. But then also saying shit like “I could’ve dropped you off at the fire station”
I did get her to stop when she startd again with the “I gave birth to you”. I told her she didn’t have to birth and/or keep me.
This is just a stream of consciousness at this point. I just… I don’t have anyone and I’m just alone and very tired.
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2023.03.30 06:47 j2thaDizme123 My earth..is spelled with a D

you may not think we are compatible anymore. but hear me out.
Im getting a slow start since Ive been back and i truly feel like time is of the essence..but we both know Ive always been that way.
Number one. i love the fuck out of you. i always have i always will.
cliche but its always been you and will be until i die.
i may not have all the shit that you dream of. but i will work my ass off to get it.

but i need your help.

we are both excellent adapters. in different ways.
i can adapt to what you need while still being my independent self.
im not talking co dependency im talking the way we did. that worked.
i know you like status, i respect your views and real life approach on structure.
and as much as it sound like codependency..it is not.

i am like an airplaine that needs a propeller.
thats you!

sure you can turn the prop vertical and be your own aircraft(helicopter)..
i can be a glider that does all these cool twists and turns with idealism and creativity.
you can fly around at lower meticulous speeds, making your goals come to life,
helping ppl on the way. (something we both enjoy is helping ppl) and landing more often. but
when you are the prop we go places. you propel any and every dream we can fathom to reality and
boy can i drum them up. its not codependency its upgrading. its catalyzing. its puzzle pieces that fit and always have.
sure you can go find a man thats a jet. but will you be the forefront like a propeller? will you be the drive? the guidance device? the thing that takes every flighty glidy vision this guy can fathom and discern whats realistic and help make whats feasible come to fruition? in a jet mans hands would you just be an accessory? would your thoughts, words, needs, spirit, emotions be heard?
would you be protected like life it self is in the balance should you not be maintained and functioning properly?
would you be dismissed? put on a pretty little shelf? or would you be tended to?
would that little whining noise or grumble be looked away from? or would it be inspected carefully until the root of the issue is solved?
would you be the prop? or would you just be a passenger?

i know you want structure..and honestly i crave it. we both want to give back to the world.
my ideals and your carefully planned progression DO FIT. i wish i had a fucking arm full of cash to relieve your fears and to rid the issue there. as it is an issue.
ive never felt loved by or loved anyone like you
not even close.

i know that just giving it all away isnt rational.. but we can help others by
allocating percentages as we increased,.we both believe in self improvement and the improvement
of our atmosphere. our ideas(when we were a team) made that shit happen like clockwork. youre a magical thinker. its fucking mind blowing. not to mention you are the most beautiful woman ive ever seen.

YOU KNOW HOW WELL WE CAN, DID, AND DO CONNECT.
ON SO MANY LEVELS.

financial;, structural, i know these differences scare you.
i fear that the addition of social status has poisoned it as well. and if thats the case. you wouldnt be the woman i
thought i knew anyway. pride is one thing..superficiality another.
my biggest turn off. but wtf am i talking about? this is you.
i know you. fear alleviated. isnt it?(insert laughing emoji with nervous sweat drop) lol.

i like your serious side. we are opposite ends on that as im one that
more shit to heart and less logically serious. and that's odd.
but also complementary. kind of a social role reversal per stereotypes. but its true.
and i dont feel inferior or insecure about that. you compliment me. AS I ALSO DO YOU.
our mutual desires are not impossible to obtain. on paper you would think the idiosyncrasies would make it difficult per our personality types but weve proven..thats not the case.

you are one of the most intelligent people ive ever met.
you are an elite thinker. also a free thinker. and old soul, and a kindred spirit.

bottom line. our cognitive approaches are totally and absolutely distinctly opposite.
BUT THEY ARE EXTREMELY POTENT. when allied and used in sync.
that is another reason i appreciate you so much. (amongst the two things that i wont mention here)
and amongst many many other great things.

your recollection,pragmatism, and orientation to the details and necessities,
combine with your own creativity.. allied with my concepts, ideas, and thoughts... has, and does make us
an amazing collaboration. and the ingredients for a true power couple are there.

I need to regain your trust. I also need you to start taking me seriously...like fr.
if you cant take me seriously. its DOA. ive always taken you seriousley. even during the rare few times
i too, absolutely shouldn't have. i trust you . i know ive killed your trust in me. that hurts like hell.
i fear ill never get it back.

you are so beautifully meticulousness, it is sexy. all of you is sexy.

our reason, rhyme, and interaction,...its what made us..us.
without it there's nothing. if we cant TEAR DOWN THE WALLS THERE IS NOTHING
the genuine interaction in to each other is what made us so fucking awesome and effective.

if we are genuine and both take each other seriously. im telling you there is no height we cant climb and n
no issue we cant figure out. <<<(quadruple negative? that equals a double positive?)
you are what i need. God willing i pray your heart still feels and knows...
i am what you need also.

i love you 00kissy face. youre my glue too. you are the esoteric glue that holds the fabric of love live order and
growth. you are the catalyst. you are the earth. my earth. I love you girl. i love you on every level. every dimension. every plain. i hope my vibes reach you. as i know you will not see the letter. pookiebutt and kissy face. brings movement to my soul. water to my eyes. longing to my heart my love. ive missed you.
if i dont get to have you i guess i will have to hope for another lifetime. something i never thought i would ever say.
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2023.03.30 06:47 critical_courtney [A Bargain for Bliss] — Chapter Two (A sequel to The Fae Queen's Pet)

[A Bargain for Bliss] — Chapter Two (A sequel to The Fae Queen's Pet)

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Book One
Previous Chapter
Chapter Two:
The announcement sounded like always, “Announcing Queen Varella, ruler of the Raven Court at Featherstone, she who soars high above and wields the dark wind. And her pet, the Wolf of Featherstone.”
After my inner girl helped defend the palace against an invasion from the lake, our title received a promotion.
Hushed whispers became the norm for me after I arrived in court. The nobles never seemed to tire of looking at the queen’s pet werewolf. Covered from head to tail in walnut-colored fur, weighing close to 200 pounds, and carrying a jaw of teeth strong enough to pull apart iron bars, I was the perfect beast for the bird lady to tut around and keep others in line.
When the queen sat at her emerald-encrusted throne carved from stone and covered in cawing ravens, I joined her. Some days she wanted me closer and others further. But I was always in the chair with her.
The damn thing was big enough to hold three people. But the Raven Queen and her werewolf filled it comfortably. This particular morning the queen lightly tapped her left leg with two fingers, a movement I’d been careful to watch for over the last few months.
That meant she wanted my paws and head strewn across her lap. So I obliged. Because she was my pack leader, and my devotion to her was absolute. Though that certainly wasn’t the case when I first arrived after finding the inner girl had willingly ensnared herself in the queen’s service.
I tried my best facing off against the Raven Queen in the forest not far from here. To her credit, she gave me a fair shot. I just wasn’t nearly fast or strong enough to put her down. The feeling of being flipped over and slammed into the dirt hard enough to rattle trees around me was something I had trouble forgetting.
Looking out at the gathered nobles, faeries of the Raven Court who had assembled to speak before the queen or witness those who were, I saw more apprehension than normal. A goblin covered in blue flesh and wearing the fanciest rainbow suit I’d ever seen was sweating up a storm. A pair of mated centaurs were shuffling in place, hoves lightly clopping on the stone floor, cotton dresses swaying gently with their movements. On the opposite wall, a girl with the wings of a butterfly twiddled her thumbs, something that, until now, I’d assumed was just what my inner girl called an “expression.”
Random nobles cleared their throats, coughed a little, and wiped their foreheads, waiting for the queen to speak.
My pack leader remained silent, observing her people, trying to figure out what had them all so jittery. Or maybe she already knew. Yeah, that made more sense by her expression, a calm and gradual glance around the room. Her mouth gave away neither a smile nor a frown. Varella’s eyes retained their frosty gare, violet irises that told those who saw them nothing more than the Raven Queen was thinking about something. No other secrets did they betray.
After ruling this court for centuries, the dark monarch of Faerie learned to keep a tight grip on everything going on inside her thoughts and feelings. And on the off chance something slipped through, I was here to steal attention from the witnesses so they’d miss whatever nugget the queen might’ve dropped.
“Let the queen’s business commence,” she said at once and without warning. “I believe we have a long list of petitioners this day. No sense in dallying. Whoever is first to address me, step forth.”
The hushed whispers came to a stop as soon as she’d gotten a single word out. All eyes were turned toward the space in front of the throne. More cawing from the ravens on the back of this giant chair filled the chamber as we waited for the first person to take their place before the queen.
“I will approach the throne to start today’s business if it pleases you, my queen,” an individual called from the tightest cluster of nobles. They stood near the large brass doors at the entrance of the throne room. And I watched them clear out as quickly as their legs would carry them when this faerie spoke.
My pack leader motioned with two fingers for the speaker to come closer.
Approaching the throne with a cautious demeanor, hands folded together as though one might run away if not held tight, an androgynous individual stopped about 15 feet before the queen. I raised my head to get a better look at the faerie that smelled of lemongrass and peppermint.
Their orange hair was pulled back into a braid that swiveled back and forth on their approach. Brown eyes that couldn’t help but find their way down to me once in a while watched the queen for any sign of immediate displeasure. This individual’s movements were all carefully measured, as if every toe that made contact with the ground only did so after two days of nonstop planning.
It went beyond the otherworldly grace that typically accompanied faeries who danced along the shores of eternity as though it were as natural a thing as breathing or blinking.
This elf was tall and willowy, dressed in a well-tailored black vest covered in silver star designs. A short-sleeved white button-down shirt was tucked into his dark trousers, which were also decorated with silver stars and even bigger constellations.
“Who addresses me?” the queen asked, her tone warming a little bit.
They took a moment to gather their breath before speaking. Another quaint calculation on their part, eyes circling back around to me for just a moment.
“My name is Dareth Ickmunt. I bring you a petition from the Court of Stars, your grace,” they said, bowing their head.
A smile danced on the corner of Varella’s lips, and I looked from her back over to Dareth. He did not speak another word until the queen had time to consider his identity.
“Ickmunt. . . surname of the Star Court King. It’s been some time since I’ve spoken with King Falmouth Ickmunt. Of course, everyone knows he has no living sons. But I’ve heard he keeps a nephew close at hand, even granted him the title of prince. So tell me Prince Dareth, why do you visit my court without an official announcement? Foreign royalty doesn’t typically approach my throne among the nobles during court.”
Dareth paused and considered their next words. They made no effort to hide their identity. Now that I got a better look at the prince, I saw a blue crescent moon tattooed on their neck, along with more stars marking their terra-cotta flesh. It was intricate inkwork and truly set them apart from even the nobles.
“Forgive me, your grace. I did not mean to deceive you. Nor have I come to your court sans announcement for the purpose of spycraft or war. I only wear the title of ‘prince’ to placate my uncle. He is anxious about succession, you see. But I’ve considered myself royalty, despite his decree,” they said.
Varella clicked her tongue.
“So you come to my court without use of a title for the sake of humility?” my pack leader asked.
“It is as you say, your grace. I am not one for putting on airs. I find they needlessly devour my time,” the prince said.
They seemed to have found their noble legs, speaking a little more forcefully now, not with any aggression, just more surety. The elf may not want a title, but I saw nobility within their inflection now. It was their eyes, those locked with the pupils of my pack leader. Each knew who they were dealing with now. No games. Just the queen’s business.
My ears twitched as I heard the nobles whispering amongst themselves once more.
“The Court of Stars? Why would their prince travel this far south?”
“I’m not sure I like the sound of this unannounced royalty.”
“Why come here to our court if not to bring trouble? I don’t like their timing or tidings.”
They continued to speak in hushed voices, but I tuned out and focussed once more on Dareth as the queen raised an eyebrow.
“You speak of your time as though you have any. Our kind does not wear bondage brought on by the strands of time as mortals do. So it’s a curious thing to hear you speak of it in such a way,” she said.
With their eyes sharpened, the prince said, “You and I may have a ladle that can be dipped into the well of ages without limit, but my court faces the end of its days. This is why I come here to petition you, your grace.”
Her amusement was gone. My pack leader’s stare had grown cold again. I had only run in this world for years, but these were Faerie courts being spoken of now. Centuries of time wound up in each through peace and conflict. It was simply beyond the mind of me or my inner girl. Such was the comprehension of mortals and beasts.
“The Court of Stars is in danger of collapse?” the queen asked.
The prince nodded.
“My home of 90 years faces invasion if not utter annihilation from the Fist of Kairn, an alliance of courts who’ve expanded their military presence in neighboring territories far to the north. My uncle remains convinced our pacifism will keep us safe, and that the stain of dishonor that would come from taking a peaceful court will be enough deterrence. But I remain unconvinced.”
It wasn’t just whispering now from the nobles. A few of them were starting to speak at full volume.
“I knew it! They’ve come here to drag us into war.”
“Surely they can’t expect us to protect them from so far away. That’s absurd.”
“I say we ransom the prince off to the First of Kairn here and now. Then we avoid war and bring in a little coin.”
That last suggestion elicited a growl from yours truly. It was enough that the court came to a pause. When a wolf growls, the grotto takes notice. When a werewolf growls, the entire forest takes notice.
But my pack leader was not looking around the room to survey expressions from her people. She remained hyperfocused on the prince who’d traveled so far to be here, chased by the threat of war.
“Your uncle is an optimistic king. I will not speak ill of him, but his decision and confidence in honor seem precarious. So tell me, Prince Dareth, what exactly have you traveled all this way to ask me? What request was important enough that it had to be delivered in person and could not risk being sent via crow messenger?”
Another deep breath from Dareth before he spoke.
At the throne’s top, each raven perched silently, almost as if they were made of stone like the chair we sat in.
“You spent some years growing up in the Court of Stars, your grace. We still have a large painting of you and your brother when you were just a girl, studying constellations and the movement of celestial bodies with my mother and uncle. I’ve come here to ask that if war were to swallow my home, you be prepared to receive fleeing refugees.”
Varella considered this, crossing her legs and placing both of her hands on top of my head, which found itself in her lap once more.
“You’re not asking me to intervene militarily but to be ready to welcome evacuees should the Fist of Kairn bring destruction to your doorstep?” my pack leader clarified.
“My uncle has forbidden requests for defensive aid, citing our court’s laws. Pacificism means that not only do we avoid fighting, but our court refuses to allow others to fight for us. So I’ve come here to seek the next best thing. I made similar requests to the Yellow Court and Worm Court, but they turned me down almost immediately,” Dareth said.
I picked up the sound of footsteps as a noble stepped into view behind Dareth. He was a sturdy man wearing a red robe with gold trim. It covered most of his alabaster skin. The fae’s black hair was cut short, and his yellow eyes washed over the prince from behind.
“My queen, you cannot grant the prince’s petition. The Raven Court would risk further ire from the Star Court’s enemies if we welcomed survivors of a hypothetical calamity. Our resources are—”
The Raven Queen cut him off.
“I’m well aware of our resources, Lord Kitac. I do sit this throne and manage this court each week, do I not? So why would you presume to tell me things I already know? Or would accuse your ruler of being ignorant of her queendom’s assets?”
I didn’t give Lord Kitac time to respond, rising to my feet and leaping down from the throne to the stone floor. My large paws passed over gemstones in the landing beneath me. I strode past Dareth, not paying him a lick of attention. My fur came within inches of their legs.
My haunches popped as I assumed my full height and might, gradually approaching the lord who spoke out of turn.
Even though the other nobles were nowhere near my path, they backed up against the wall as I passed. Their heartbeats were growing faster. And why? They’d seen this play out before with Lord Harroldsen. They watched as I tore his throat open in an instant.
But not here. I took my time approaching this lord so he could stew in the juices of this particular error.
Lord Kitac was a man of average height, but I watched him start to shrink before my very eyes upon my approach. He made no move to run, and it was just as well. Outrunning a werewolf was not a common feat.
A deep, echoing growl resonated across the throne room. I watched as his face sank with each second that noise rattled in his ears. The confidence he so boldly spoke with just seconds ago had taken a sudden leap into a bottomless chasm. And I suspected he now wished his body could do the same.
I had a job to do here. My pack leader is a terrifying monarch. But she doesn’t have to put her power on display every time she sits the throne. If a ruler had to show their true power very often, they wouldn’t have a court to manage for long. That’s where I came in. Because a wolf can be terrifying each time you see one.
And a werewolf? Well, folks didn’t even need to see us to be afraid. A lone growl echoing from the dark is enough to make most folks turn tail and run, especially when they so effortlessly felt the rumble penetrating deep into their core.
I could be the threat and power flexed every day without a single noble questioning the strength of my queen. That’s why I’m here. I am her beast. The queen has her talons, her beak, her dark wind, and through me, she has claws and jaws that could fell any number of enemies.
Flashing fangs, I padded another step closer to Lord Kitac, and any surety he had left dove into the same chasm that he wanted to hide in at this very moment.
The noble fell to his knees and folded his hands.
“Mercy, please, your grace. I spoke out of turn. Please forgive me. Of course you know the resources of this court. You surely do,” the man said, nodding as if to convince himself.
Before I could step closer, my pack leader called for me.
“That’s enough, my pet. Lord Kitac knows he fucked up. Come back to me,” she said.
I locked eyes with the sweating fae noble for what felt like several minutes before turning to leave. He fell to his ass catching his breath and then slowly stood, trying to gravitate to a section of the wall where everyone would forget he existed.
As I climbed back onto the throne, the Raven Queen stroked my neck and said, “Good girl. Such a fearsome beast you are.”
I let my tongue hang out for a moment before locking eyes with Dareth and resuming a more vigilant pose.
My pack leader stood and addressed not just the prince but her gathered nobles now.
“You who call the Raven Court home, I do not blindly ignore your fears and worries. Whispers of war to the north have grown louder these last few weeks. And now that we have a physical reminder of that conflict before our eyes, I understand why it makes you uneasy,” she said.
Dareth said not a word. He stood listening to my pack leader with a calm demeanor that did not once lead me to believe he felt ignored by the queen’s change of attention.
“This court has seen war. We’ve seen death. But I will remind you that in my centuries on this throne, not once have I dragged our people into battle unjustly. Aggressors have tried their hand at conquering us, and enemies have stood at the gates of Perth before! Some of you were here to witness that. And what did I do?”
The hypothetical question was accompanied only by ravens above me, summoning their chorus of caws again.
Nobody answered the queen.
“I soared over those gates and struck down our enemies with a feathered blade in each hand. Time and time again, I have rallied our talons and feathers to drive the enemy back. You know me. I do not pick fights with other courts, and I do not loan our military to be a strength for others unless required to do so by established treaties. Do you not recall mere months ago when I avoided embroiling us in a war between the Yellow Court and Worm Court? Have you all forsaken belief in my wisdom so easily?”
Now some nobles did answer her.
“No!”
“We believe in you, our queen!”
“You’ve not failed us one single day on that throne.”
My pack leader nodded to her nobles. The energy in the room had completely changed. She’d whipped up their confidence into a fervor, all with a few words. I rose from the throne and stood at her side, my shoulders in line with her hips.
“You trusted me then. I call upon you to also believe in me now. I will not summon the ire and war of northern kingdoms to these lands. The Raven Court will remain safe and prosperous as it has for many years. So I ask you all, here and now, do you trust your queen?”
And with a thunderous echo, each lord and lady present hollered in affirmation.
“Armed with your confidence, I will continue to protect our lands. I appreciate you all,” my pack leader said.
Turning toward the prince as the nobles talked excitedly amongst themselves, the Raven Queen had softer words.
“Prince Dareth, I invite you to stay here at Featherstone tonight as my guest. If you accept my invitation, then we’ll discuss your request for prepared aid in the morning.”
The fae prince bowed.
“I appreciate your hospitality and am happy to accept, your grace.”
My pack leader awarded him a brief nod and then resumed her seat on the throne, calling me to her once more.
“Come now, my pet. We still have much of the queen’s business to attend.”
And that’s exactly what we did. Somehow, the throne room moved on from its display of Raven Court patriotism and continued with more petitions. None were as exciting as what we’d heard from the Court of Stars, though.
The very long day concluded with a shopkeep asking the queen for a 12-month moratorium on tax duties so she could expand her tailoring business from Perth into the neighboring village of Sanc Red. Once the queen granted her this, she dismissed the nobles. Within minutes, the throne room was empty and quiet as it hadn’t been since before sunrise.
I stood with the queen and stretched, wagging tail and rear rising while my front paws carried forward as far as they could. A yawn forced my jaws open wide for its escape.
Varella chuckled and ran her fingers under my chin.
“You did well today, my pet. Fierce and frightening as always you are at my side. My bargain continues to be fruitful. Are you ready to call it a day? Shall I summon your inner girl again?”
I nosed her arm, and the queen smiled.
Then she placed a hand over my head and called forth to the magic she kept within my wolfheart. It echoed within my core, responding to her will, reshaping me into the human girl that struck the bargain in the first place.
“Retreat, my wolf. Sierra Chelsi, I call you forth.”
A familiar smoke rose from the stone floor, engulfing my entire body so the transformational magic could take place.
My instincts sank into an inner slumber to be called upon whenever the queen saw fit in the future.
***
I stood on two legs once more and stretched. The smoke around me thinned, vanishing as the queen removed her feathered cloak, wrapping me in it as she often did when I appeared naked after each transformation.
“Fun day at court, my queen?” I asked, yawning.
My stomach grumbled, and I felt a familiar light-headedness that came when assuming a human form again.
“You certainly ensured so, my little wolf. I believe I promised you dinner and some answers about Bliss. Shall we head to your room to get dressed for an evening meal?”
“I’d like that very much, mistress,” I said, smiling.
Finally! I can have her all to myself, I thought.
My mistress ran her nails through my hair, which, as usual, left me frozen in a dizzied state while I absorbed every moment of her touch, head slumped to the right against her breasts.
“We’ll go when you’re ready,” she taunted.
I couldn’t budge, and she knew exactly why.
Maybe dinner wouldn’t happen after all.
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2023.03.30 06:44 LoveWetMesses 25 [M4F] GA/TN, USA / Anywhere Goofy, Adventurous, Nerdy Singles Apply Here 🤗

I can't complain much about my life as it is right now...but I'm still missing what I need most: you. For a long time, I've had this feeling like my heart is so full of love for that special someone that it begins to hurt when I don't have someone to share it with. You're out there somewhere, and I'm ready to get lost in your eyes, to hold you when life is hard or even when everything's good. I want to melt with you in an outpouring of passion and intimacy, whenever we're ready for that. Most of all, I just feel like I miss you, even though we've never met or talked before.
I'm searching long and hard (it might be a double entendre, hush 😉) for my soul mate, who shares most of my interests below, and who's also goofy, likes to playfully insult each other, and also believes in open and honest communication. I mean, naturally, if we can trust each other fully and not hold back what we really think, I believe we can work out any problems when they arise. 💛
• I'm a gamer, car guy, and maybe one day, a musician too. I enjoy nature, going on little adventures, traveling... I wanna see the world with my significant other before all the beautiful sights are gone.
• I want to dance with you. In the living room, bedroom, back yard, in the park, almost anywhere. I enjoy doing romantic things and expressing my love. I love deep conversations that distract us from the passing of time.
• I'm a dog person because my allergies chose to target cats for whatever reason, so there's that. 😅
• I don't have children currently, but they're in my plans for the future. Oh, and I'm monogamous, so you're the only one getting my romance, intimacy, passion, and love.
• I'm really hoping to find someone who's also into dirty humor and has mutual...interests 😏 so we have better compatibility in the bedroom (and sometimes in public too). 👉👈
• Specs for those who would like them: - 6 feet tall (about 183 cm). - 240 lbs and dropping (about 109 kg). ~ My figure is very dad-bod, but apparently it comes with a nice ass (so I'm told). ~ This is the most I've ever weighed, and I'm not happy with it. I'm targeting somewhere around 170 lbs (about 77 kg). - Brunette, kept short so I don't have to use any kind of gel/pomade/cream. - Blue eyes. - Caucasian.
• I have learned the hard way that I do have a type. I have dated outside that type before, and it only led to hurt feelings, so I don't want to repeat that. That being said, my type is Caucasian or Asian ranging from petite to average body type. You don't have to love going to the gym, don't worry. 😅 I apologize if my preferences differ from who you are. That does not mean I dislike you. You're probably an amazing person! I have simply learned that I'm more attracted to certain people. You're all beautiful people, regardless! Please love yourself! 💛
Chat with ya soon! 😁
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2023.03.30 06:43 LoveWetMesses 25 [M4F] GA/TN, USA / Anywhere Goofy, Adventurous, Nerdy Singles Apply Here 🤗

I can't complain much about my life as it is right now...but I'm still missing what I need most: you. For a long time, I've had this feeling like my heart is so full of love for that special someone that it begins to hurt when I don't have someone to share it with. You're out there somewhere, and I'm ready to get lost in your eyes, to hold you when life is hard or even when everything's good. I want to melt with you in an outpouring of passion and intimacy, whenever we're ready for that. Most of all, I just feel like I miss you, even though we've never met or talked before.
I'm searching long and hard (it might be a double entendre, hush 😉) for my soul mate, who shares most of my interests below, and who's also goofy, likes to playfully insult each other, and also believes in open and honest communication. I mean, naturally, if we can trust each other fully and not hold back what we really think, I believe we can work out any problems when they arise. 💛
• I'm a gamer, car guy, and maybe one day, a musician too. I enjoy nature, going on little adventures, traveling... I wanna see the world with my significant other before all the beautiful sights are gone.
• I want to dance with you. In the living room, bedroom, back yard, in the park, almost anywhere. I enjoy doing romantic things and expressing my love. I love deep conversations that distract us from the passing of time.
• I'm a dog person because my allergies chose to target cats for whatever reason, so there's that. 😅
• I don't have children currently, but they're in my plans for the future. Oh, and I'm monogamous, so you're the only one getting my romance, intimacy, passion, and love.
• I'm really hoping to find someone who's also into dirty humor and has mutual...interests 😏 so we have better compatibility in the bedroom (and sometimes in public too). 👉👈
• Specs for those who would like them: - 6 feet tall (about 183 cm). - 240 lbs and dropping (about 109 kg). ~ My figure is very dad-bod, but apparently it comes with a nice ass (so I'm told). ~ This is the most I've ever weighed, and I'm not happy with it. I'm targeting somewhere around 170 lbs (about 77 kg). - Brunette, kept short so I don't have to use any kind of gel/pomade/cream. - Blue eyes. - Caucasian.
• I have learned the hard way that I do have a type. I have dated outside that type before, and it only led to hurt feelings, so I don't want to repeat that. That being said, my type is Caucasian or Asian ranging from petite to average body type. You don't have to love going to the gym, don't worry. 😅 I apologize if my preferences differ from who you are. That does not mean I dislike you. You're probably an amazing person! I have simply learned that I'm more attracted to certain people. You're all beautiful people, regardless! Please love yourself! 💛
Chat with ya soon! 😁
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2023.03.30 06:42 NineMeterTallDemigod In your opinion, what is the best/your favorite AK manufacturer?

I'm kinda in the market for an AK, probably an SBR. I hear a lot of good things about Zastava. So I'm asking what is your favorite as far as quality parts with good fit and finish? This is going to be a ddistant purchase, so lets say for the sake of conversation that I'm looking for a high quality base rifle at any price range. Most likely I'm going for an SBR with a side folding stock, probably going to drop an Aimpoint or something on top with a suppressor. For an SBR I'm most likely going for a 7.62x39. My eyes are currently on the Zastava ZPAP M92.
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2023.03.30 06:40 Enough_Ad_5897 26/52..pretty good for the month of March, 12 completed for the month.. April,hopefully ,is just as productive

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2023.03.30 06:37 CoolCoconuts44 Outlandish, irreverent comedies?

I'm desperately looking for comedies that are just pure insanity from start to finish, similar vibes to the likes of:
. The original Evil Dead trilogy . Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas . Beetlejuice . Bloody Muscle Body Builder in Hell . Monty Python
If anyone has any suggestions please let me know!
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2023.03.30 06:35 Historical_Street_92 Ultra Archive Stats for Mizuki and Etsuko

So I’ve been reading the stats of the MHA characters, and I’ve been thinking to myself as to what my OCs’ stats will be like based on their quirks, moves and a bit on their personalities.
Here are their names, quirks, personalities and possible U.A. Stats:

Mizuki Kiseki

Fighting Style: Mid-Range
Quirk: Tear Drop
Quirk Type: Emitter
Quirk Description:
The user of this quirk would be able to create, shape and manipulate tears from themselves, bodily liquids secreted by the lacrimal glands (tear gland) found in the eyes. The components of the tears themselves can be affected by the user’s thoughts and emotions. They are also born with a larger than average pair of tear glands.
The tears formed by this user are very versatile, ranging from its healing properties for injured allies and friends and its danger as a weapon towards opponents as they can cause blisters, rashes, and burns (this does not affect the user at all though). It can even negate the weapons’ or quirks’ effects on weaker and weak-willed opponents. The tears can be formed into different shapes and sizes, like combining all tears into giant ones.
One of the drawbacks of this quirk is that the user has to cry on a regular basis, as users with this quirk are emotionally sensitive and easily absorb the emotions surrounding them. If they do not cry and bottle up the emotions and tears for a long enough time, they will first develop headaches and migraines, followed by depression and mood disorders. The same goes if the user cries too much. If they run out of tears from the tear glands, they will use water stored in their bodies, which can lead to dehydration and possibly death.
Ultimate Moves:
Personality
Empathetic, Kind, Intelligent, Creative, Diligent, Loyal, Insightful, Patient, Trustworthy, Responsible, Emotional, Sensitive, Cowardly, Insecure, Nervous, Timid, Pushover
(Possible) Ultra Archive Stats:
Power: 2/5 (D)
Speed: 1/5 (E)
Technique: 4/5 (B)
Intelligence: 4/5 (B)
Cooperativeness: 4/5 (B)

Etsuko Kiseki

Fighting Style: Melee
Quirk: Joy
Quirk Type: Emitter
Quirk Description:
The user of this quirk would be able to manipulate, imbue, and induce happiness and joy in the user and people around them. The happier the user is, the stronger the user’s attacks will be.
When used moderately, the user can use this quirk to induce happiness in opponents (especially weaker and quirkless ones), thus rendering them useless in attacking the user back as they become temporary friends with the user. Whilst it is less likely for stronger opponents to give in to the happiness they are feeling and give up fighting the user, they will still question themselves as to why they fight the user in the first place. If strong enough, it might also induce feelings of love amongst male opponents.
One of the drawbacks of this quirk is that this quirk can blind the user from reasoning and weighing consequences (in a state of delirium), which can encourage more risk taking than safety could allow and thus increase the likelihood of getting injured or harmed seriously.
Ultimate Moves:
Personality
Joyful, Empathetic, Kind, Loyal, Brave, Affectionate, Friendly, Funny, Relaxed, Emotional, Naive, Nonchalant, Dim-Witted (in Academics), Impulsive.
(Possible) Ultra Archive Stats:
Power: 4/5 (B)
Speed: 3/5 (C)
Technique: 3/5 (C)
Intelligence: 2/5 (D)
Cooperativeness: 4/5 (B)
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