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TTRPGs, writing, Japanese language, anime, mechanical keyboards, steno, 3D printing, movies, pasta, cats. Ewen is pronounced like Aaron. he/him

A screenshot from Undertale, with the protagonist looking into a mirror. The caption reads: * Despite everything, it's still you.
He straightened. "Mr. Wilson, back off." I got up into his personal space and took a good whiff. "What does Atlantis want with some Crimson Circle dork?" He stared at me and frowned. "With those eyes, that accent, and that fit in a back alley in Empire City? You might as well be carrying a trident around. Or do you have like a little folding one in your jacket?" He looked skyward in irritation. I have that effect on people. "I am conducting an important investigation, and I do NOT need you interfering and killing my leads. You may have just destroyed months of work." "Alright, time for a teamup! I'm a teamup whore, team up with everyone, not just Talon! Empire City and Atlantis City, together at last!" "One, it's not called Atlantis City, it's Poseidon City, and two we are not teaming up."
The truth of it is that I always had this plan in my head is that we got to make them and begin them again and bring all that back in, but it had to happen the way it did. I can't see it happening any other way. We had to destroy the myth because Mike Myers fucked us - I am a huge Mike Myers fan, so don't get me wrong - but he kind of fucked us; made it impossible to do the gags. What I am proudest of in Skyfall is the lightness of touch we've been able to bring to back into it but not lose the drama and the action.
A teal mug in the shape of a happy cartoon whale, with his tail curling up to form the handle. It looks handmade, and the outer coating is deliberately a little uneven.
Lethyn, Beautiful Islands Practically a mirror image of Ghent, Lethyn is a small archipelago with many beautiful beaches and a gentle climate. The elves of Lethyn, the Lethynethi, have a reputation for being more easygoing than their mainland counterparts. The Prophet Andrea described this idyllic land as “fantasy Hawaii,” though in the resemblance goes beyond the superficial. Lethyn originally became part of Eitaleth via conquest. The islanders had plenty of warriors and mages—including some very powerful aquamancers—but the mainland elves overwhelmed them with sheer numbers. During and after the War of the Leaves, the Lethynethi originally supported the war effort and unification because King Valewyn promised them the independence and local ownership of land, though during the unification era they took to attacking mainland ships until the king kept his promises. While they have a reputation for being chill, the Lethynethi are ready to fiercely defend their land and heritage. They’re not all that interested in Earth stuff, but when Andrea introduced them to the concept of surfing during her visit, it became a local obsession that still persists. Lethynethi cuisine uses a mixture of tropical fruits, a locally grown root vegetable called tan’no, and the bounty of the sea. While the Prophets have created a niche following for sushi and sashimi, the Lethynethi are the only culture in Galania that natively developed dishes that use raw fish. Most other elves find it repulsive, but it’s gained popularity in New Serenity. Governor: Solamua Kareen, a descendant of one of Lethyn’s more famous High Chiefs, is the current governor of the archipelago. King Thomas is rumored to be considering replacing Kareen with someone more loyal, despite how bad a reaction that would get from the locals. Local Specialties: Grilled shrimp, raw fish, aquamancy, surfing
“I challenge you!” “Whyyyyyy?” “Because I’m the cutest catgirl in town, and everyone needs to know it!” Erica thought of the other feline wildkin girls she’d seen, and Vanilla was incredibly adorable. She almost looked like a doll, or maybe a Vocaloid. “I mean you are cuter than me. I don’t know how anyone would say otherwise.” Vanilla stamped her foot. “Then why is everyone dressing like you!” She pointed to people in the crowd who were wearing hoodies. And while women had always worn pants around there, there had been a bit of an uptick. “And why do you dress like that?!” “It’s comfortable and has pockets.” To illustrate, she pulled a marzipan confection out of her hoodie’s front pocket and ate it. One of the bystanders turned to another bystander and said, “Bloody rivers, you can keep snacks in those? I gotta get one!” Vanilla stared. “Did you used to be a guy or something?” “…Uh, yeah?” She still wasn’t clear on what it was about her that so many people were picking up on. “That’s kinda hot,” said someone in the crowd. “I didn’t ask for this. There’s a lot of things I didn’t ask for.” For example, she hadn’t asked to have such acute senses of hearing and smell that she could always pinpoint who had farted in any given room.
“Some crazy shit happened during the Blue Shift too,” Tien enthused. “My cousin was high on shrooms and said he saw God’s typewriter, and the ribbon was gold, and it had a special key that was like a pointing finger, and its bell for the end of a line sounded like the screams of the damned.” Sparky snapped her gum. “I heard every Kronn on Earth got forced out of their disguises, like some people found out they’d been married to an alien for years. Real They Live shit.” Dan looked the Blue Shift up on his phone. There was a whole Wikipedia page about it, with a list of notable people who’d become metahumans at the time. It included some celebrities and poli-ticians, and a minor member of the British royal family. There was also a section titled “Unconfirmed Events,” which mentioned the thing with the Kronn, and also the claim that everyone who’d been sleeping at the time had the same dream, about a tree growing in the depths of Professor M’s mansion until it choked them. Some pundit had accused Professor M of having caused the dream, but he’d never commented on it publicly. Dan didn’t remember the Blue Shift at all, much less any-thing odd happening during it.
When they were close to the rendezvous point, a woman stood in their way. She had a white half-mask and drew a curved sword from the scabbard at her hip. “Wo ist Captain Eagle?!” she de-manded. (Where is Captain Eagle?!) The blade shed and uncanny light and a susurration of tor-mented whispers. Curry Man turned to Omniglot. “Ano hito wa ittai dare da?” (Who the heck is that?) “He asked, ‘Who is that?’” Omniglot translated. “That’s Saber,” said Freddie. “She’s got the Eagle’s back.” Saber grew more animated. “Sag es mir! Wo ist er?” (Tell me! Where is he?) Xero realized that Omniglot was repeating what she said in English and then in Japanese. He then addressed her, holding up placating hands. “Jemand hat ihn ins Meer gestoßen. Wir wissen nicht, wo er jetzt ist.” (Someone knocked him into the ocean. We don’t know where he is now.) She shook her head bitterly. “Und wer ist dieser Jemand?” (And who is this someone?) “Captain Eagle suggested not getting cut by her sword,” Freddie added. “It traps the souls of its victims.” Saber scowled and launched herself at them. Gazer wearily lifted a hand to his visor and blasted her. She tried to block the blast with her sword; it worked until Xero joined in. The dual cosmic blasts left her unconscious on the ground.
Empire’s Troubles Are an Opportunity Opinion By Richard Melter We need to rethink Empire Studios from the ground up. Empire is a corporation and needs to start acting like it. Adam Figueroa is too much of an artist, too blinkered by his fandom, to handle the responsibility, but Jim Fitzgerald was too caught up in his petty grudges and biases to truly practice disciplined capitalism. Fans may prefer the former, but neither will avoid plunging a highly profitable company into disaster. David Onofrio is the obvious choice. He’s a graduate of Harvard Business School and has experience leading some of the biggest entertainment corporations in the world. His tenures at ABS-Chorus Studios and Yancey Bros. saw strong growth, efficient productions, and substantially less waste. He was ruthless about underperforming IP, defeated labor strikes, and trimmed YB’s portfolio of useless, niche titles. In short, he can become the adult in the room that Empire so desperately needs right now.
“Fletcher took that donut you gave him to an alphitalomancer, so they’re a thing here now. We already had sugary pastries though, so they didn’t become huge.” “I assume someone’s already tried putting bacon on them,” said Erica. Alyssa laughed out loud. “You’re getting the hang of this city, good.” “Sorry,” said Langella, “but did they have bacon donuts on Earth?” “They’re not standard, but they exist. Usually with a maple glaze.” And that was how Erica wound up explaining maple syrup.
Phase 7 • Anarchia: Let’s Rock! (TV) • West Coast Hero League (TV) • Monkey Kingdom • Stalker: The Knight Fantastic • The Food Court Five Holiday Special (TV) • Athena: Love & War • Mighty Man: Perfection
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A copy of K-Pop Demon Hunters: The Official Deluxe Junior Novelization. The pinkish-purple cover shows the members of HUNTR/X and below them a bunch of demons. A circle on the cover says "Includes a 16-Page Full-Color Insert!" and the Netflix logo is in the upper right.
Venus sidled over to Bluejay, who was sitting on the sidelines while Xero tried to fight Red Ogre. No denying the kid was brave, but you could make a case for him being… let’s say foolhardy. She winced as Red Ogre landed a punch to Xero’s stomach with a fist the size of a… what, like a mel-on? Melons varied in size, so more like a volleyball. Anyway. She’s heard about Bluejay, but since Bluejay was based out of Empire City, they’d never met. She was hot, in a Hot Topic/Suicide Girls kind of way, and smart, and an agent of chaos. She was obsessed with Doctor Raven, but as far as Venus knew, it wasn’t a sex thing. You had to get pretty far down the list to find a supervillain who didn’t have at least some online weirdos wanting to fuck them, but Doctor Raven’s fandom was more about what people imagined he might look like under his mask. And also, some people thought he fucked birds. Venus was a botanist rather than a zoologist, but she was pretty sure birds weren’t equipped for that kind of thing. There was a lady in the M-Force who had feathered wings, but shut up that’s not important right now. “Uh, hey,” said Venus. “You’re Bluejay, right?” Bluejay spun around fast enough to make her jump, and gave her a broad, guileless smile. “That’s me! And you’re Venus, right? The plant lady? I love your makeup, and that jacket is fire! And the way you use your plant powers to fuck up evil CEOs is fantastic!” Venus blushed. “Um, th-thanks. I like your… whole thing. Blue.” What the hell was she saying? Apparently she was equally awkward with men and women. #BisexualProblems. She chuckled. “Yeah, I go by Bluejay, so I wear bluejay colors, you know? Bluejays are corvids, so me and the Doc got a whole theme goin’. Like one time we tried adding this other gal to the team and she called herself ‘Magpie,’ which was cool, but it didn’t work out because I gave her a concus-sion.”
In one smooth motion, he pulled out one of his pistols and shot Red Ogre in the face. Red Ogre grinned, revealing the bullet he’d caught in his teeth. Xero's eyes flicked over to Killfile. "So... you got any other ideas?" Killfile cocked his head. "Just one!" With that he turned to run. Unfortunately for him, Red Ogre grabbed his leg and used it to slam him into the ground a few times. The sight made Xero gasp and take another step back. His dislike of Killfile didn't make the sight any less horrific. When it was over, Killfile groggily raised a finger. "Check please... Wait, that's hack. Might as well do a 'So THAT happened.' What's a good line for this?" Red Ogre stepped on his back, and there was a horrible crunching sound. Killfile could survive this, but only because of his his healing factor. "How about t 'Oh please God no!'" He did his best falsetto, which was still pretty deep. "That's a classic!"
A BYOK writerdeck appears to hover in front of two laptop screens, with a USB cable sticking out its right side. Text on the screen reads: He cleared his throat. "Has there ever been a super-team that just does, like, emergency rescue?" "I've thought about it," said Medico. "I should write a proposal, but super-healers are just as overworked as regular doctors."