I Know I'm Late But It's Okay

not submission. I really hate the "My OC, my rules" thing. Cause like, no? Just because they are your oc doesn't mean you can do whatever you want with them. If you want to make your oc suffer and not like them get help, you deserve to lose rights over them. Especially if you only do that stuff to purposely trigger people. Once you do that, your oc no longer belongs to you. they belong to the public who will take better care of them instead

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𝓐𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝔁𝓪𝓶

𝐼𝓃𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝒥𝒾𝓂ち 𝒜𝒮𝑀𝑅'𝓈 𝒞𝒪𝒟 𝒱𝒾𝒹𝑒𝑜𝓈

𝒪𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶 𝒷𝓎 @/𝒩𝑜𝓋𝒶𝓁𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝒯𝓊𝒷𝑒 (𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝒹𝑒𝑜𝓈)

𝐹𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂: 𝒞𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝒟𝓊𝓉𝓎

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 𝟤.𝟨𝓀 (𝓅𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 𝟧)

𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅: 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇-𝓃𝑒𝓊𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇/𝒴𝑜𝓊 & 𝒮𝒾𝓂𝑜𝓃 "𝒢𝒽𝑜𝓈𝓉" 𝑅𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓎

𝒯𝒶𝑔𝓈: 𝒯𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊𝑒𝓈, 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒹/𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓅𝓈𝓎𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓊𝓂𝒶, 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒹/𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻-𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂, 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒹/𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒, 𝒷𝑜𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅, 𝒜𝒮𝑀𝑅 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸, 𝐹𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻, 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉/𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉/𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉, 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓁 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊𝑒𝓈, 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓁 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: 𝒲𝑒𝑒𝓀𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒯𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒 𝟣𝟦𝟣 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓍𝒶𝓂 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝐵𝒞 (𝐵𝒾𝑔 𝐵𝑜𝓎𝓈 𝒞𝓁𝓊𝒷 𝒶 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓊𝓅 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝓅𝓎𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝐵𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝐵𝓇𝑜𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒩𝑒𝓌𝓈 𝒩𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀). 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽, 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓌𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃 "𝒮𝓊𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒸𝓊𝒷𝑒" 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓎𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓌𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒷𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝓍𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑜 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐿.𝒯 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊

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It's been weeks since you've been through that traumatizing experience that the 141 Task force and its members put you through. You keep having recurring night terrors replaying the memories of König giving you actual electric shock torture. and Captain Price firing his gun against your forehead loaded with blank bullets to scare the living shit out of you. The nightmares felt real, altering little details between the two experiences, events, and memories together. To the point you feel yourself bleeding, injured, burned, electrocuted, or even dead.

And each time you feel yourself dying from your dream injuries or slipping into unconsciousness of darkness warm hands on you. Your body response by jolt your wide awake sometimes makes you stand up on your bed. Making sure that you're still alive with heavy breathing, rapid heart beats, and night sweats of anxiety trying to cool you down. Even though you're the only rookie that joined the task force and wakes in their bunker in the middle of the night in their own barracks. Sleep won't come back easily to your body due to the nightmares that affect you both emotionally and mentally. 

You get yourself dressed in your workout clothes/training uniform, then sneak your way through the occupied barracks of your fellow members and avoid your fellow peers on night duty. silently making your way out to the field behind the base that's been used as a running track for training and drills. The dim light of the moon and nearby lampposts give you some illumination in the area. Without even thinking or your body switching on autopilot, you started to run laps around the semi-moist grass field until you couldn't anymore. Feeling the exhaustion, pain, and aches from the late night run. You slowly, and quietly make your way back to your barracks.

Being cautious with your surroundings and not to wake anyone up. After some time you made it back to your room, closing the door behind you, removing the workout clothing you wear for the run to switch back to your uniform, climbing back into bed, and letting the friendly return of sleep slowly return to your body. closing your eyes and letting it embrace you as an old friend. To help you get some rest and relaxation to your exhausting body.

The time is now 0645. You wake up an hour earlier to get yourself dressed and not looking like shit before heading out to the training area. Luckily for you no one knows about your late night run, and you're thankful for that piece of calmness for your mental health. Now you and fellow soldiers are waiting for the instructor to show up to begin your day. You try brewing yourself some relaxing tea, reading, and even some form of mental activities to keep your mind busy but all seem to temporarily work. To keep the nightmare and demons at bay you have been forcing on your training more and improving your skills.

Avoiding the boys any chance you could get except for team briefings and training to improve team trust and bonding. In all honesty you still hated them for the mental fuck up they give you. You didn't know when or how this happened but you started to slowly withdraw from your duties on base and eat a bit under your normal calories intake during meal time. Even sitting alone at the table to give you some form of inner peace from your mental battle. There are times that some of the members will ask you if you're feeling alright Or if you have a heavy load of duties around base that keep you out of sight for half the day. 

You always response to these questions with a "yea, yes sir" 

Even jokingly respond with "Yea, just this workload is just making me feel like I'm doing overtime but I ain't complaining about it. Everyone has their role around here to keep the base functional and I'm just doing my part either major or minor. Beside you can't operate something that's missing parts to make it function." 

Keeping the conversation at a minimum and not taking too much time with their busy schedules. So far the response you give seems to satisfy them enough to not disturb you any further. But that didn't help prevent potential spread of worry among some in base. You've been on autopilot and repeating the same thing you do day in and day out. Working out in the base gym, doing extra target practice and drills in your free time, late night laps around the base past curfew, and asking for additional duties on and around base to be added on your schedule. Just to keep yourself busy and avoid the negative voices in your head and the glares of the team.

You kept this little coping method going for the next few weeks, until it wouldn’t be kept at the bare minimum in the public eyes any longer. Captain Price starts noticing your lack of attendees in both team related training and meetings. While Soap and Gaz try to get you to open up and share what's bothering your mind these past weeks, back asking you if you want to grab a drink at the local pub with them. You alway politely decline the offer due to you not being much of a drinker and smoker each time they ask and it’s starting to annoy you a bit. Lieutenant Ghost seems you aren't your usual self since after the exam and been taking mental notes of your changes of character and body language. 

To the point that you feel his glance watching over you like a hawk every hour throughout the day. While you’re working, and doing some extra training throughout the week. Seeing you pushing yourself to your limits being a bit reckless with your body not giving it time to recover. It got to the point that you almost passed out during one of your drills with sergeant Gaz. That he and some of your peers have to carry you to the medical bay to get examined and receive a lecture by the nurse hours after you regain consciousness. Price and Gaz come in to visit you after the nurse takes their leave.

“You’re alright Sugarcube? Gaz here was just explaining to me that you passed out during training this evening. Is there something that you would like to tell us?” Price asks you to keep his voice steady and calm.

You look up at both of them feeling a bit faded still, but hestanted to respond at first. not knowing if you sure tell him the truth or keep pretending that everything is fine for his sake. Since he was the one to put you through that fucked up exam in the first place. Sighing you look up at them trying to find the words that make this situation make sense.

“Captain, Sergeant, I have something to confess, I…” 

“Go on Rookie, you have the floor.” Price encourages you by giving you one of his famous warm smiles. While Gaz left the room to give you both some privacy to make things easier for you. You honestly wish that he should have stayed in the room, and not leave you alone with the captain. Wishing that this was a nightmare and that you’re still unconscious. 

“Captain, I have been trying out a new health diet and supplement pills that were shipped from home. I guess it wasn't for me in the long run and I should probably send them back or toss them in the trash, and send a letter to my folks. They aren’t really tech savvy but it’s best to tell them the truth, I’m truly sorry that I worry you guys. It’s just that I've been dealing with some personal issues lately.”

The captain stares at you for a bit making you feel like a moth in a jar being watched. It wasn’t a complete lie that you told him. Your family from overseas keeps shipping you items from home every month to help you with homesickness. At first it was a sweet gesture but now it’s being a bit of an annoyance. Since some of the items are either personal or false advertisements, the guys like to make fun of you for it. Price let out a sigh, breaking your trace of thoughts and seeing him lifting up his hat slightly from his forehead.

“Alright, Sugarcube, I’ll put you on a week-long break from any field and base duties while you sort your personal issues. But that doesn’t mean you can skip out on your training. I’ll temporarily assign someone to watch over you until then don’t be a weak muppet alright?”

“Aye sir, and thank you.” you respond to him respectfully hiding a bit of your anxiety from your voice that hasn't settled down during your conversation with him.  

Then he left the room leaving you alone with your thoughts.

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The cold early morning temperature reminds you of home when you have to wake up early to help the family out with apples and orange harvesting. It was the last thing you did with them before you were called into service in the task force. Of course family say their heartfelt goodbyes and remind you to eat well, behave well, and do what you were told by your commander. You take a deep slow breath, steady your aim and fire your sniper to the paper target. Firing 3 rounds before getting up and examining your accuracy skill, the three shots hit the paper target in the right places. But you ain’t improve with the lack of bullets used in this exercise.

Since the objective was to provide sniper support with the usage of a limited amount of ammo to either kill or disable your target at a far distance. You rip the paper target from its place, replace it with a brand new one in its place in a different angle and position. Ghost was observing you from the corner not saying anything to you after you came back to your assigned position. You both haven’t talked since the coffee date, and at the end of the exam it was a shock to you that he was the one who knocked on your door. Waking you up from your slumber, asked you to get dressed, and meet him at the gun range well it was more of an order than a ask. Knowing and hearing stories and rumors about him from the others around the base, you did what he asked you to do either due to fear or uneasiness on what he planned to do with you.

You set your sniper down on the table as a signal to the lieutenant you're ready for your next challenge. And take a few steps away from the table with your back turned. Ghost walks up towards the table assembling and adding a random amount of bullets in the sniper mags. Both of you don't speak letting the silence linger between you two then it was required. You know the lieutenant is a strong muscular person with similar experiences in the military like Captain Price. You heard the rumors by others on base why he wears a skull balaclava ranging from honoring an dear old friend to hiding his identity/face due to some naughty injury or legal shit that only he and Price know about.  It wasn’t your place or business to know about the details so you leave it alone.

That was then and this is now and it doesn’t help that there's a possibility Ghost will get on you and give you an hardcore training routine. Or a write up and lecture from Price for the slightest disobedience or out of line tone. Back in boot camp you and your fellow peers learned to be obedient dogs, never question or judge your ranking officers’ orders even if it resulted in death. You’re starting to even question your choices with the demons coming back to attack you once again. You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the lieutenant finished with the sniper on the table and placing his hand on your shoulder lightly.

“Oi, you’re alright Sugarcube? You seem a bit out of it for the past few weeks bloody hell, almost a month. What’s eating you alive inside?” he asks you with a bit of concern that leaks out of his rough voice and let go of your shoulder cause you to snap out of your traces. Not knowing how to respond to him properly.

“Aye, I’m alright lieutenant, just been deep in the woods about some things, it’s nothing too corcering to share about tho. Let’s just continue with the exercise and call it a day alright?” you say lying through your tongue trying not to worry him more. You went to grab the sniper off the table. And repeat the process again; find a good position, take everything in account, take deep breaths, steady yourself, aim, and fire on the paper target repeatedly until there’s no ammonation left. And set the snip down against the wooden wall of the range. You seem a bit disappointed with the result but it can be fixed with a bit more practice. You’re about to change the paper target again when Ghost stops you and places his hand in face of you.

“Rookie, you have been withdrawing from your responsibility and training in and around base, along with avoiding team briefing and training that involves mandatory attendance. You’re also been avoiding your teammates as well. Look, whatever you told Price won’t work on me. So I’ll ask again, are you alright?”

You feel your face flaring up in anger, shame, and embarrassment that you can’t escape now or even pretend that everything is alright. That you know deep down you aren’t okay and need to talk to someone about it. Sighing deeply you look up, staring at his brown color eyes there’s not turning back now. You told him everything about the aftermath of the exam and how it fuck up your mental and emotional state. And the reason why you were withdrawn for your duties and avoiding the 141 as a whole. Along with the whole nightmare of being torture being so real. After you’re done telling him what’s on your chest, you look away feeling stupid and small for letting this shit bother you for so long.

Ghost didn’t say anything while you told him your troubles listening and saying no words during this ordeal. He knows what you've been through and what you have endured during the exam. He told Price to go easy on you when he saw you and didn’t pull the “traumatize the rookie even more” card. Even though Price reassured him that it’ll be fine he still did anyway. All of them were surprised that you passed it without cracking under the pressure. But he’ll have to pay König a visit when he returns to teach him some less lethal torture methods to use on the new batch of recruits. 

Ghost looks around to make sure that both of you are truthly alone, and gently offers you a quick hug being careful with not hurting you or your body due to his buff form and strength. You were shocked by the action then slowly hugged him back gently and slowly feeling the floodgates of tears about to open. He holds you a bit closer against his body and gently rubs your back. After a long tearful silent comforting session between teammates, both you and the lieutenant left the gun range with everything back to their rightful place and a bit of clean up. With him leading you toward the office of one of the base therapists to help you get a fresh start on your recovery journey. Along with fresh new start on trust, developing bonds, and friendship among your peers throughout your new career within the military.

Stuff kids on tumblr better relearn

1. You are responsible for your own media experience. 

2. There is such a thing as a healthy level of avoidance towards topics that make you feel unwell or even (in a real-life clinical definition of the term) trigger you - but you are the one to actively take care of what you view.

3. Avoiding does not mean policing others.

4. You have no right to tell artists to censor themselves - you may criticize what others do, you may dislike it, that’s fine - but actively asking for censorship when you could easily unfollow or block a person just makes you look incompetent in your use of the internet.

5. Do not give people on tumblr or /any/ website the responsibility for your emotional well-being. Because these people do not even know you so no, you have no right to ask them to take care of you.

Unlikely Allies (Infidget Discord Secret Santa 2023 gift exchange) [complete]

Sticky note/Author's note: Christmas/Secret Santa gift for mamma panda on discord

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It was something unexpected to say at least, he knows that both he and him have different ideals on how the region will be ruled. The alchemist know this when he agreed to headed towards the warlock’s domain. The air is silents when he entrance the omnibus laid, the only source of lighting is through the opening of the broken windows of old castle. that once was inhabited by a royal family that seem to had kept the castle from decaying over the years, but now it sat in collecting dust and cobwebs that make the red wolf a bit uneasy. With the thoughts that there’s a possibly that there’s creatures within the castle’s walls make this place their home.

The cold stone floor and corridors guiding Gadget to reach his destination slowly and carefully avoiding any obstacles that were within his way that will cause any distribution to the invisible inhabitants. The deeper the alchemist walk within the castle the less light and windows seem to illuminate the area. The wolf was given clear instructions to find the warlock, pleased him to help him safe the innocents from his village from being attack by the tyrant king who lose his mind into madness from the power, wealth, and collection of magical artifacts in his collection. There was so much that the wolf can do to protective his village but fighting against the king’s advanced army isn’t one of them. There were rumors spreading that the warlock was once an ally to the king who betrayed him by stealing one of his price artifact. Letting greed clouded his mind costing him, his family and life, that the artifact he steal was either cruse or was posses by a demon that grant him magical abilities but at a price.

Some say that the artifact taken control of his body and mind becoming a puppet with no free will of it’s own, while other say it was a deal he made with a demon that made him lose everything he loved and cherished. Whatever the reason might be or that the rumors might be true the young alchemist had his quest that required to be fulfilled. He just hope that things are going to run smoothly when he come face to face with him in person.

The sound of the coven boiling is music to his ears and everything is going according to the warlock’s plan. He spent the entire of the day to hunt down items he needed for personal project that he been working on for months. Of course he had difficulties with the merchants to sell or trade the ingredients to him due to the rumors that keep floating around the region. It pay him no mind for whatever ridiculous lies the region inhabitants tend to believe in it doesn’t bother him one bit. Even now that they see him as a threat even fear him do to his powers and appearance, giving him his current reputation among the populate. And it couldn’t be help in anything form of verbal discussion to charge their minds otherwise and the jackal is fine by this outcome even tho he secretly wish to not terrific the children when he went into town.

The jackal warlock went back to his personal project and independent studies of witchcraft to help him prefect his own craft without anyway drawbacks. He already wasted time on letting his thoughts wonder without a care in the world almost forgetting about the coven. He went to his storage to grab the next ingredient on the list when he hear something or someone approaching towards his direction. Without hesitation the young warlock place the item down on one of his books and put on his helmet to hide his face and infidelity preparing himself to fight whoever or whatever decided to trespass in his home.

Gadget seem to be walking for ages given the amount of walking he have to do through the narrow passage that lead to an type of lab of some kind. The fire brighten the room with the coven still hot showing sign of usage and the owner is still nearby or in the room still. The young alchemist start to look around the the area cautionary avoiding touching anything of value. His leather belt holding his potions in place softly and quietly clack against each other and the surface of the something resealable as a table awhile the wolf search. The alchemist spotted wolf bane on top of an opened book of an spell of some type that peak his curiosity. Gadget was about to have an closer look at the contain when he feel something holding him back, preventing him from moving forward towards the area.

“That’s quite far enough! State your purpose here moral, and return back to your comfort home! If you’re foolish enough to not heady my warning, I won’t hesitate to kill you at this very moment!” a hash angering voice spoke right behind him, causing the red wolf alchemist to flicks in flight and almost drop one of his exiles that he brewed this morning before leaving on his journey. The red wolf slowly rise his hands up in form of surrendering or shown he isn’t an threat to the voice owner. Slowly the young alchemist turn around be careful not make any any sudden body movements that might be seen as him reaching an weapon.

When the wolf finally turned around, he was face to face with the person he was assigned to offer for help to protective his town. The target of all these rumors that may or may not be true with the warlock’s origins. The jackal warlock staring at him intimidating wearing his omnibus black and purple entire with his metal helmet and hands glowing an fade magenta. The alchemist stare at the warlock’s chest, then at the his yellow eyes covered with an red protective firmament of his helmet. The silent between them was fill of tension that even an drop of an pin is unwise to act between the two candida. Time seen to either move back and forward and either of them say an word to each other, until the alchemist find hos courage to speak up.

“S-sorry to in turd on your domain Mr. Warlock, but I’m here by orders of my village’s elder to request your assailant to help us. And I believe it’s worthy your time to hear me out first before killing me on the time.” Gadget say hearing that his own voice is still shaky from the tension in the room and the possible danger he’s in with a skilled an experience sorcerer in his prescient.

The jackal stare at him for few more second then cancel his prepare enchantment with the magenta glow slowly faded out of sight then slowly relax his stance still keeping his demeanor and glare toward him.

“Alright little wolf state your business, and I’ll deiced whatever or not I’ll let you continue to lived a happy cozy life that doesn’t involve me in your silly mortal’s screw ups or whatever the children say these days, messes, fucked ups? It’s doesn’t matter to me otherwise, please enlighten with your owe sad tale and I’ll give you an final judgment.”

The jackal take a seat on a nearby boulder without taking his glare off him while the alchemist regain himself and take an seat on an old rusty pail that was once used to fetch water from an nearby well or lake. That is now uses as an basket or an complete different purpose that the warlock might use in the future. Gadget steady himself on the small object and begin telling the jackal his troubling tale about the mad king’s lost of reality and his corruption affected his army to the point they have to do his dirty work. Also with the injustice and destruction he leave behind in his wake by each villages, cities, and towns he come across in his path.

When the wolf his tale the jackal was deep in thoughts conflicting with himself to even help this young male soul to defended his home from his former boss. Yes, his former double-crossed snake of a ruler that hid his true intention from his dear royal innocents subjects. Of course his madness form and worsen from the after effects of the ruby’s power after prolong exposure and lack of care that fool never see it coming, and in the end he pay the prices but at the cost of innocents.

The warlock got up from his seat and silently went to prepare a few of his belongings that are esstanissle for this type of quest. And grab an empty old traveling bag and start packing the items in his bag. Then put everything in his lab to a stop, put out the fire, and cover the cauldron with an old table cloth, while the wolf watch in awe. The jackal have everything ready now and stare back at the young freckles face of his parnter who is awestuck.

“Alright, Alchemist, you have converse me to join forces with you, to stop the king from destorying your home. But I need something in exchange as an return for my services once this is all over. This is an fair and agreement for both parties involed. It could be anything that seem fits, for now let’s not worry about that, we have bigger protities to deal with.”

Gadget noded quickly in agreement already freedoming himself from his awestuck phase, he get up, dust himself off, and place the bucklet back to it rightful place. Then he look at the warlock without any fear displaying on his body.

“Alright we better hurry and get an move on then. Also, sir, I know tis is rude of me to not ask before but can I please know your name?”

The jackal looked a bit stunned by the wolf request and stare a him in confusation.

“My name? Whatever for lad?”

“You see sir, since we’ll be adverturing and working toghter for who knows how long, I think is best for us to call each other by a first name basics. since we can’t keep calling ourselves sir for the long run. Name’s Gadget by the way, an pleasure to make your appicences sir.” the wolf say smiling conflictly that his freckles seem to streches across his cheeks with his hands toward him to offer him a shake.

The warlock look at him for a moment and take the alchemist’s hand and shake it lightly with a soft grip to preventing his sharp claws from breaking the skin.

“Name’s Infinite, and it’s a pleasant to work and fight along side you young Alchemist Gadget. Now let’s solve our problemtic king’s problem shall we?”

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Short comic for Sonilver week 2022 for Day 4 Brithday

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NINTENDO SWITCH PSA: the used switch game market is about to become VERY risky! if you buy used switch games, listen up!

starting around late february to early march 2024, buying a used switch game, even from a reliable game retailer, and then just playing it normally online, MIGHT get your nintendo switch permanently banned from online play! even if you try using a different nintendo account!

please read the rest of the post before commenting because this is COMPLICATED. this is a new situation and there is a lot of uncertainty. also watch the video at the bottom of this post ASAP if you can, because it has more information, will probably answer some other questions you may have, and it might get deleted soon. I started writing this post as soon as I finished watching the video because, fucking yikes this might get bad.

putting a cut here so I can add a note in the future if/when the extremely informative video below gets removed.

experts on this kind of stuff are concerned about it, so therefore I am concerned too.

are you familiar with flash carts? flash carts are cartridges that fit into the slots of game consoles that have micro SD card slots. game files get loaded to the micro SD card, which gets placed in the flash cart, which then can run the game as if you had the actual game cartridge in there.

those game files are then playable as usual on the original hardware. these were very common for the nintendo DS, but you can find them for gameboy, GBA, 3DS, and coming soon: the nintendo switch.

now, you might be thinking, what does this have to do with the used switch game market?

to get the game files to put onto the micro SD card, you do what is called a dump. you take the cartridge and 'dump' the files from the cartridge onto other storage. this can include a unique identification in the code of each nintendo switch game cartridge, which links it to a physical game cartridge, and allows it to be played on the switch.

and after those files have been dumped from the original cartridge, and make it onto the flash cart, the person with the flash cart is then free to sell the physical game cartridge, because the flash cart works the same as the game cartridge. whether that is online, at a flea market, returning it to the store, or wherever else used games are sold.

as is mentioned in the video below, a lot of people are looking forward to buying switch games, dumping the files, loading them onto a flash cart, and then either returning them or selling them to get their money back without disclosing that they already took the unique game ID. and basically get a ton of switch games for very cheap, if not free.

now. there creates a problem for people who want to buy used games.

say you buy a used cartridge, which has been used for this dumping process. you go online.

and that person with the flash cart with the files from the game you now have also goes online.

nintendo is then able to see that two consoles playing the same game with the same unique game ID are online at the same time, which is impossible without doing this dumping process. it would be VERY easy for nintendo to ban both switches or both nintendo accounts.

nintendo is known for banning people for using flash carts as well as modded hardware or modded games. nintendo has even taken legal action against people associated with modifying their hardware. so to say that this whole situation might result in bans is hardly a stretch of the imagination. and having two of the same ID online at the same time is a pretty fucking clear sign that something is up!

and once these dumped files get uploaded online, which some of them inevitably will, any used game cartridge could have its unique ID be in use from zero to thousands of people. and all it takes is two people online at the same time with the same game ID for nintendo to know something is up.

once this flash cart is on the market, there will be no way to know which used switch games have been dumped, duplicated, and are in use by someone else before you buy it, connect to the internet, and potentially get in trouble.

the tech used in this flash cart will also eventually make it very easy to make bootleg switch cartridges down the line which look and function identically to an original game cartridge. and say somewhere online sells a bunch of these bootleg cartridges, without disclosing that they are bootlegs, and they all have duplicate game IDs. and then more than one of these bootleg cartridges goes online with the same game ID. nintendo can see that.

these flash carts and bootlegs will work on ANY switch, modded or not. and if you might be thinking, “but wait! right now you need a modded switch to dump a switch game! surely that will make getting a used duplicated game less likely.” the flash cart company is also selling a system to dump these files without ever using a modded switch.

you can tell you have a flash cart by a visible micro SD card slot, but there might not be an easy way to tell a bootleg apart from a genuine copy with a legitimate unique ID.

whether you accidentally buy a legitimate cartridge that has already been dumped and is in use by a flash cart, or you accidentally buy an identical bootleg, or you go online with a flash cart with game files that might be in use by someone else, nintendo can see if duplicates of the same unique game ID are online. what happens next is up to nintendo. and again, nintendo has been known to freely ban anyone suspected of doing any form of hardware or software modification, including the type mentioned here.

so just going online with a used game purchased after late february MIGHT get the person playing it banned. it is unclear if just having your switch connected to the internet could get you in trouble, or if you need to play online with the game with a nintendo online subscription, or if one scenario will be more likely to result in a ban than the other. <- if anyone knows this and has a good source, let me know and I will add it here.

say a parent buys a nintendo switch and a bunch of cheap used games for their kid. that kid could then go online and get banned, by absolutely NO fault of their own. and then their parents might get REALLY mad thinking their kid did something awful online. damn even thinking about this sucks so hard. :( fuck

once a switch is banned at the console level, that console can never go online again. even with a different nintendo account. just like game cartridges have unique IDs, so do nintendo switches themselves.

and it is worth noting, since the nintendo switch launched, nintendo has been FAR more likely to ban nintendo switch consoles than nintendo accounts. if a nintendo account is banned, you can just make another account. but if the console is banned, you need another, non-banned nintendo switch to go online.

and since there may be an uptick of banned switches: people who get their switches banned, whether or not they ever realize why, may then try to sell or return their switch without disclosing that the console can no longer go online, use the eshop, or get updates. and some games require updates to run, even offline!

we have no idea what will happen, because this flash cartridge and associated hardware will be released to the public in late february to early march and is the first of its kind for the switch. maybe nothing will happen. maybe a ton of people will get banned just for accidentally buying a game used by someone else with a flash cart. maybe buying a used nintendo switch will become a huge gamble because banned switches will saturate the market. we have no idea yet.

taki udon has a very comprehensive video on this. right here. watch the video to learn more about what these products are and how to identify them. videos like these, on the subject of flash carts, often get taken down quickly by nintendo, and taki does a much better job at explaining this than me.

long story short, if you like the nintendo switch and buy used games or consoles: BE CAREFUL, and when march rolls around, PAY ATTENTION. we have no idea what will happen once this product and these practices become widespread. maybe there will be widespread bans. maybe nintendo will get this stuff taken off the market before there can be these kinds of accidental bans in any widespread way. we can only wait and see.

if you want to be the most cautious and proactive, consider buying used games sooner than later. if in the future you somehow suspect you bought a bootleg cartridge (hi from past rune!), do NOT play it online. and if you plan on using this flash cart without having the physical cartridge the files were dumped from on hand, DO NOT GO ONLINE WITH IT. you might fuck someone else over or get your own console banned.

and if you need to spread the word off of tumblr, I really recommend just linking taki udon's video. if it is still up. this post is long and contains a lot of my own opinions, and taki is the expert.

by the time you see this, taki udon's video may have been taken down already.

You can read the rest of the thread here. Plus here's the 84 page document submitted by South Africa