Idk, try posting word "gimmick" everyday
how does one start a gimmick blog. how do gimmick blogs find posts to gimmick on
DRINK DRINK DRINK!!!
drinks you like a minecraft potion
release me.
😯Whoops 👨👩👧👦 All ⚔Swords ⚔
I would like to preface this by saying FUCK YOU PEPPER!!!
it all started with this stupid set of messages....
And with that... we have.... the PVPciv genetics post... begin...
Alright so first off the dominance chart.
Swords are implied to be common enough to farm for durability, even at wood level where their only worth 59 points vs the unenchanted bows 384, tridents 250, and wood axes 59 (same as swords). Additionally, axes are fundamentally the same as swords and even have access to material upgrades in the same way swords do, implying that there's something specific that makes swords the better farming option. (Outside of potential lore things we might learn more about in season 2). With that, we make swords M (dominant) and axes m (reccesive) , the M standing for melee.
As swords are the most common, with axes being the other melee gene, we can infer that ranged combat has an incomplete dominance with melee, meaning if the offspring is heterozygous melee-ranged, they display the melee gene and not the ranged gene. Because tridents are rarer in game and have lower durability, ive decided to make them recessive to bows. We'll make bows R and tridents r, for ranged.
We have two potential leftover groups now. Crossbows, who we havent heard about in cannon, and as such im putting down as a theoretical gene, "c", and shields who i fucking hate.
Alright so shields? what the FUCK is up with shields??? So theres clearly less of them than swords in the sword faction, implying rarity, HOWEVER we have no idea if their in the other factions??? so are they super rare? are they so common their in every group?? are they like a middle ground??? what the FUCK is up with them???
So we have two possibilities here. Either their Dominant over every other gene, or Recessive to every other gene. I fucking hate them. Making them D/d for defense. fucking assholes.
Alright fucking tree time bitches!!! the fun part!!! i am completely ignoring sex as a factor it dosent exist you cant make it ok i have an entier rant about it and i refuse to get into minecraft player biology any more than i have to here. I will post that shit later and link it but now is not the time your here for weapons genetics and your getting that and only that.
Time to break this fucking thing down. Alright so Full square is homozygous, half n half is heterozygous. Dominant/visible trait on the right. Color key top right. Also, for the sake of not having "whoops all swords" i picked the most recessive/bottom left corner of my puntte squares, we cool? So we have one of each pairing , ignoring sheilds and crossbows. Sword-Axe, Sword-Bow, ect ect.
First up, Sword Axe and Sword bow. we have two swords, each with their non-sword parents weapon being carried.
Similar story here, exept we have one sword and one axe, both carrying the trident gene.
And this ones Axe-bow, With the axe carrying the bow gene and the bow carrying the trident gene.
Onto gen two, we get a little silly here, and my comment about how the squares work comes into play.
Our homozygous sword couple ends up making an axe! This is through god-meddling though, and they actually have a 75% chance of making another sword. Another set of Sword-axe and Sword-Bow, but there is a chance for a homozygous Sword here.
This couple had twin tridents! for my sake... this project is a big enough mess as it is and i needed two squares so they get two.
And our last gen 2 couple, axe-bow and bow-trident. They get a beutiful baby bow, carrying trident.
Gen 3 bay thank god its almost over
Our first trident twin gets married to the Axe here, and they end up with a bow! just like peepaw, wow, amazing.
And our second trident twin here ends up with another full-trident.
Now, for funsies, heres the chart but with me picking the top right/most dominant gene square and to show you what i meant by "whoops all swords"
As you can see, their all fucking swords. exept for that one singular axe in gen 3. Whos kid is a sword. Their all swords. all of them. No wonder these bitches getting farmed good got they ate every other gene.
(Spoilers: it don’t come off)
GUYS, MY WORK IS FOURTH BY KUDOS IN FANDOM. WHAT DO I DO
Remember my post about a character with not-so-bland-now backstory? Yeah, I wrote a thing about his nightmare.
He's on a concert, with his friends, his favorite singers are performing. He has never been so happy, really. He can hear one of his favorite songs starts playing, his hands up, cheering. Lights switch to a navy blue with white light patches in some places. People around him are happy and some are even crying from joy. But somewhere in the distance, in the furthest corner of a concert hall, he sees a stalker standing on its back legs. Its sharp teeth poking out its mouth, pristine white fur is covered in dark stains, and its eyes are looking right into him. They stare at each other. Sounds drown out. It drops on all four and slowly starts walking at him. He stumbles, looking at it in shock, absolutely terrified. People haven’t noticed it somehow, he wants to warn them but fear chokes him.
Then it starts speeding up. Snow is falling on the concert hall's floor, its surprisingly empty here now. His legs are moving as fast as possible. Lights flash brightly and its already right behind him. It's snowing even harder, Dorzo is trying to push himself away from it, but when he opens his eyes he is on his homeplanet, snow, small bushes and occasional hills are the same. The sky is cloudy and the sun is setting. He's getting colder and colder every second and minute. He know he can’t run from hit forever, he has to think of something, of a way to save himself from the beast.
There is a tall figure in the distance looking for something. His eyes grow wider once he recognizes that person. The same red hat, white pelt and jacket with the smallest violet embroidery. Dorzo's legs are getting weaker, his lungs are burning hot. He tries to scream, to warn his father about the stalker, but nothing comes out of his mouth except frantic coughing and irregular breathing. The ginormous beast behind him is getting faster and when they're running next to each other he wants to scream in terror, but he only stumbles slightly, trying to get away from it. He has to stop it, he has to save him, he has to prevent it all from happening again.
The stalker is outrunning him, Dorzo looks at it in horror. His father seemingly cant see the danger and is just waving to him, happy to see his son after a long day of work. Words cant escape his mouth, he wants to grab his father and protect him from the beast but he seemingly isn't getting any closer. Ground under his feet is moving but nothing else changes. Maybe if he tries harder, if he runs faster, if he screams louder he would be alive.
His cheeks are getting wetter and colder and he painfully falls face first into snow. His right leg hurts so much, he cries ugly tears, he tries to reach out...
But he's simply to late...
"PLEASE, GO AWAY! IT'S RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!! DON'T DIE AGAIN, I BEGGING YOU!!! " he screams in his language.
But he can do nothing to save him and he cant even save himself from looking at it all happening.
The stalker lunges at his father, its claws already in his stomach and head and its giant sharp maws are biting into his father's flesh. His stretched out arm lies on the snow, his eyes wide open and tears streaming down his face.
The next moment he opens his eyes and sees his working tablet turned off and the table at his room. He fell asleep while filling out documents, again. He sits up straight and tries to wipe off his tears, but he looks down and sees his foot stuck under the wheel of his chair. Ah, so that's why it hurt so much in his dream. He stands up and stretches out, his nightmares are getting more vivid each time, Chi'ir would not be happy to know that. He also would not be happy to hear that Dorzo was filling out damn documents till 2 a.m. The catman is almost ten years younger than him and he's one of the best psychologists he ever met. That explains how he got there, honestly. He checks if the wheels haven't ran his tail fins over and, yeah, everything the same, nothing hurts, nothing swells up.
He turns off his desk lamp, takes off his shoes and gets his pajamas on. He will have to get his healthy 8 hour sleep in just 4 hours that are left.
Its the first time I publish my fic (???) in English somewhere else cus' its not my native language. I have a few more of approximately the same size and if you want I can upload them here too. So some info about the characters :
Dorzo, 34 y.o. , works as a doctor on a spaceship, doesn't have father (as you could have guessed), sleeps poorly.
Chi'ir, he's around 25 (I don't remember), is a psychologist on a said spaceship, catboy (literally), likes Gen from dr. Stone.
i think they should delay the conclave for a day and once all the cardinals arive they should make them watch Conclave (2024) and give them a day to think about the movie before they start with the voting. just for funsies.
Being a non english tf fan is so funny, cus wtf you mean bulkhead is a word and not a made up name.