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Out of Focus: I just has a boss battle with my laptop over the internet. Somehow, a failed System Restore fixed the problem. Deleted Osu. Guess I know what the problem was...
TAGGED BY: @electrxcuting REPOST, NOT REBLOG
GENERAL: ✖ NAME: Finn ✖ AGE: Fourteen, Eighteen (verse dependent) ✖ BIRTHDAY: August 4th ✖ SPECIES: Human ✖ GENDER: Male ✖ SEX: Male ✖ ORIENTATION: Straight(? verse dependent?) ✖ PROFESSION: Sharpshooter, Storm Hawk
PHYSICAL ASPECTS: ✖ HAIR: Blond ✖ EYES: Blue ✖ SKIN: Caucasian ✖ HEIGHT: 160cm ✖ WEIGHT: 89 Ibs
FAMILY: ✖ SIBLINGS: None ✖ PARENTS: Deceased ✖ GRANDPARENTS: Deceased ✖ OTHER RELATIVES: None ✖ ANY PETS?: None
SKILLS: ✖ PHYSICAL PROWESS:
lol
agility???????
✖ ABILITIES:
sharpshooting
persuasion
????
✖ HOBBIES:
air guitar
annoying Piper
chillaxing
listening to music
annoying Stork
getting into trouble
dragging Junko into trouble
annoying Piper
flirting with pretty girls
hanging out with Junko
annoying Piper
annoying the Storm Hawks
did I mention annoying Piper?
TRAITS:
—— POSITIVE ——
there’s a positive?????
caring (believe it or not)
fun-loving
friendly
?????
exciting
adventurous
funny
upbeat
cheerful
loyal
—— NEGATIVE ——
cocky af
reckless
impulsive
power-mad
loud
annoying
very annoying
arrogant
selfish
vain
stubborn
LIKES: ✖ COLORS: yellow ✖ SMELLS: food ✖ FOOD: anything not made by Junko ✖ DRINKS: water
OTHER DETAILS: ✖ SMOKES? No ✖ ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?: Not yet... ✖ DRUGS?: No ✖ DRIVER LICENSE?: What’s that? ✖ EVER BEEN ARRESTED? Does being arrested by the bad guys when they took over the world for a short time count? If not, then, yes, probably.
> Tag 10 people to do this
@corvusisms, @stormhawksstork, @themostfreedom, @statiique, @sea-x-goddess, @bubblegum-nxrd, @forseeing-exalt, and you! Well, anyone who wants to do it!
Now comes the next step: to get you to recognise Elliot Nightray as the rhythm lord.
You’re just jealous because my accuracy is higher than yours.
Easy they may be, and Elliot might not admit it, but he’s certainly having fun.
Mission accomplished.
Until today, he didn’t even know what a mouse was other than the critter. This game is an endless source of frustration.
And they were only on easy.
“I am a pianist. Hitting notes is what I do,” he says, but alas, the same does not count when using a mouse and a computer.
That makes two of them... Finn has may or may not slammed his mouse on the table a few times.
One musician. One sharpsooter. Both playing a beat game.
Bring it on, loser…!
“A sharpshooter never misses,” as he proceeds to miss every note on the screen.
Not expecting anyone to know/remember this, but maybe you have: What about a Legend of Dragoon AU/crossover?
Oh, gosh, that takes me back. You know, that crossover would be interesting because the main characters have a similar backstory and they could play off each other rather well.
WHAT IF THE LIGHTNING CLAW IS ACTUALLY A DRAGOON?
⪡ ⛅ ⪢ “Wouldn’t it be nice to be a goldfish? It would be so easy...”
Elliot and Finn -- Rockmine
⪡ ⛅ ⪢ Boring. Could this place be anymore boring?
He was practically falling asleep; his head was against the table. Tea, jazz, poetry. He couldn’t think of anything more lame. They really needed something to liven this place up.
(But he calm atmosphere was making him think of home, because they used to like relaxing things like this. And damn him for admitting maybe he was a little melancholy with homesickness.)
Why did he come here again? Oh, right; because some book suggested this as a good place for food and drink. Well, good for food, but bad for atmosphere. At least for him, anyway. How could enjoy enjoy such a sleepy place?
He grasped the attention of the nearest person to him, tapping him on the shoulder.
⪡ ⛅ ⪢ “Hey, you happen know any place a little more, ya know, livelier?”
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“ R A I D E R S !”
The call ran through the vessel with a sense of urgency. Already, masses of workers flocked through the hallways, carrying weapons, crystals, tools, and all sorts of junk in a panicked hurry. The ship had already been breached and the raiders were already on-board.
Though not for long, if Aerrow had anything to do with it. The PRODIGY skipped through the halls, weaving between masses of people and fights, ducking from blasts and dodging blows before anything could even touch him. He knocked one raider to the ground, parried another, and kicked the face of a third, disarming as many as he could as quickly as he could.
And although he was mainly successful, his success could not last for long. The ship lurched suddenly, the teeth of the Raider ship cutting through the weakened metal. Cracks cut across the ship, exposing both his allies and enemies to the open air. Shouts ran out and people from either side sprinted away to avoid the gaping holes. But the tilt in the ship forced gravity against them and a few unlucky folks found themselves falling past the point of no return.
Aerrow, of course, had a spring-locked pair of wings that served as an emergency deployment in open air. But as he crashed into someone else- a murk raider? - the lock on his wings were jammed and two were stuck falling. Until he could pull it out, of course.
⪡ ⛅ ⪢ “It’ll be good today! We got ourselves some Talons!”
A great grin flashed across his face, greed and the thrill of adrenaline obvious on his expression. He threw aside the mop and grabbed his crossbow from the weapon’s rack. All the pirates gathered at the hanger, watching the Talon ship as it was dragged into the sharp skull teeth that dug deep into the metal and held the ship in place.
The bridge extended into Talon ship and the hoard of raiders poured into the open wound like flies to honey; cutlass above their heads or between teeth, roaring battle cries as they clashed with the resistance of Talons that drove the ship.
And then, there was Finn, who stayed back by the gap and picked off each Talon, one by one, as they appeared to him. He collected eight shots total, pumping a fist upon his latest headshot.
“Finn, eight. Talons, zero!”
Just before he could reload his crossbow, however, the metal teeth cut in further and Finn stood to keep his balance. Unfortunately, moving caught the attention of a nearby enemy and the man swung his blade with intentions of taking off his head.
The sharpshooter threw himself backwards to avoid the instantaneous death, he lost his balance in the process and he teetered off the edge -- down towards the wastelands.
He yelped and scrambled, just managing to grasp a pipe from the Talon ship before he could fall past the point of no return. He waited a moment to catch his breath and calm his heart rate before he reached up with his second hand. Maybe if he jumped, he could grab the side of the Blood Crow and get back up that way.
But, just as he swung himself to jump, a strong force slammed into him and struck him out of the air. His instinct was to grab and hold onto whatever it was as hard as he possibly could. Finally, he managed to pull his head back to look and whatever it was he was clinging onto.
“T-Talon!”
⪡ ⛅ ⪢ He wasn’t sure if he should let go and fall, take advantage of the situation and kill him, or continue to cling and just scream. So far, his brain was stuck on door number three. He looked down towards the wasteland and screamed even louder, grabbing even harder, and was probably making everything a whole lot worse.
Out of Focus: Like for a starter, especially those in KNY.
Stork nearly laughed at Finn as he got a good whiff of how bad the kitten smelled. Still, the thought of Terra Saharr, the desert-like land, made him pause.
“Saharr?” His face twisted into something more sympathetic. The kitten could have possibly died of dehydration and hunger out there, had Finn not come along. Killed by Talons, even, looking for a sick type of target practice. They were not known for being kind people. No wonder he was following Finn. Stork, darn it all, felt a stab of pity. He had nothing against a kitten, after all….nothing personal. Fortunately, Finn was heading to the bathroom with the whiskered, purring thing, and probably didn’t catch Stork’s change of heart. Probably. He hoped not, or he’d never hear the end of it.
⪡ ⛅ ⪢ About an hour later, Finn was back in the bridge, chasing a very wet kitten around the place, knocking over various objects in his attempt. The kitten jumped up onto the time pulse then stopped to examine it. It patted at the glass playfully and Finn stole the chance to swoop him up in a towel.
He patted the kitten dry, switching back and forth between annoyed and playful until he finally put the kitten back on the ground again. Now that it was clean, it’s fur came across a more cinnamon-colour and it was surprisingly fluffy. Once more, it jumped back up onto the time pulse and continued batting at the glass in an attempt to catch the rings again. Finn put his hands on his hips.
“Man, he’s just everywhere. He climbs up on everything.”
Then, like he had been struck with a stungun, he jolted and then grinned.
“I’ll name him Monkey!”
⪡ ⛅ ⪢ He pet the kitten, scratching behind it’s ears as it continued to play with the time pulse machine.
[text] Didn’t get laid. But got a free pie from a waitress. A whole pie.
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[[From: Go.]]
[[To: The Finnster.]]
☠ ✈ ☠ “Did you make sure to save some of the pie at least? You are going to share, right?”
⤭ Text ⤪
[[From: Go.]]
[[To: The Finnster.]]
☠ ✈ ☠ “A terrible one that deserves to be sacrifice to- I’m just kidding. Wait, what kind of pie is it?”
To: Go Bro From: The Finnster Message: im not rlly sure. guess we’ll find out when i get back. XD
He was laughing, letting the skimmer twist in the air, the sky knight happily going along for the ride. But fun and games were just fun and games and, as the terra was was approaching, he needed to let things simmer down.
Aerrow pulled on the breaks, allowing his partner to catch up with him.
“Talon activity. We got a tip saying that they might be doing something here. Of course, it could be a trap, so watch out. But I don’t think it is. I got a good feeling about this.”
And it wasn’t like he was surprised that Finn had no idea what they were doing. Eh, he was used to it. Piper would’ve pitched a fit, though.
⪡ ⛅ ⪢ Finn laughed loudly.
“You kidding me? I’ve got the best eyes in all the Atmos! If there’s a trap, I’ll see it.”
He point a thumb to himself. A confident grin flashed across his face and his eyes cast out to the terra in front of them.
“Like that one.”
He gestured out casually to the giant net flying through the air in their direction. It took a moment, but then his brain finally registered the threat and then he panicked.
“Like that one!”
⪡ ⛅ ⪢ And he pulled back on his Skimmer in an attempt to avoid the net.
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Large ears swiveled and twitched as the lupyre made her way through the undergrowth of a jungle terra. Sunlight filtered in between the leaves and branches of the trees that towered above her giving her surroundings an other worldly feel. She was careful and slow in her movements, already having gotten snagged by some thorns, the back of her shirt slightly torn. Star paused to survey her surroundings only to have her ears twitch forward as the sound of blasters echoed overhead. Her head shot up to look at the sky between the branches only to see Cyclonian skimmers engaging someone in a dog fight. Lips curled into a snarl, ears pinned back against her head before she backed out of view up against a tree.
“Damn it all.”
Star reached down to adjust the belts on her leg brace when there was a rather high pitched scream that caught her attention. She froze right then and there, trying to figure out which direction the sound was coming from. Ahead of her perhaps? No… Up.
The lupyre looked up and to see a trail of smoke in the sky above and she groaned, last thing she needed were Cyclonians landing here. Star reached for the knuckle busters she had attached to her belt and tugged them over her hands as she listened to the amount of racket in the distance. Someone seemed to be thrashing around somewhere ahead of her in the jungle. She started to quickly weave through the trees and vines, making her way towards the sounds. Oh, the screaming had started up again, lovely. That just made the person easier to find, so she wasn’t necessarily complaining. Slowing her pace as the screaming became louder, she started to move as if she were hunting whom ever it was. Star overheard a voice, male, which she wouldn’t have assumed by all the yelling she just heard. She peered around a tree to observe the owner, head tilting to the side, scrawny thing. Didn’t look like a Talon… she shifted her weight to her left leg, a loud snap sounding off. Star nearly jumped out of her skin, so much for being stealthy. She waited a moment when she was called out to, flexing her fingers before making her way into the open, raising her hands slowly.
“Alright kiddo, let’s put the weapon down, okay? I’m not going to hurt you.”
⪡ ⛅ ⪢ Instantly, he lowered his aim. Clearly not Cyclonian, and therefore clearly not an enemy. He cocked one eyebrow, tilting his head slightly to the side, then glanced the environment to see if anyone else was around. Concluding they were alone, he lowered his arms completely but not quite putting away the crossbow.
“A Blizzardian? What’re you doin’ all the way out here? Shouldn’t you be in... Ya know? Snowy places?”
Something exploded up in the sky above them and metal pieces fell like rain into the damp forestry. One bounced off Finn’s head and he winced a bit, rubbing the spot where he had been struck. The metallic rain ceased and Finn turned back at her again.
“So, you aren’t, like, sided with the Cyclonians or anything, are you?”
⪡ ⛅ ⪢ It would suck if that were the case; he wasn’t exactly a close-quarters kinda guy...