#casual one piece 👌

[rainnartt]

I'm absolutely mesmerized that I can make things move now don't mind me

#one piece #law one piece #trafalgardwaterlaw #op trafalgar law #trafalgar law #trafalgar one piece #one piece law #casual one piece 👌

[quills-of-freedom]

Reiner Braun Relationship

Aesthetic, vibes & various.

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It's no secret that Reiner is a huge soft bear at heart. When he loves, he loves so deeply, your presence in his life being his saving grace for the reignition of his love for life.

He’s a broken man and needs so much love, affection, patience and tonnes of words of affirmation and reassurance.

With all of the above showering him, slowly bit by bit, you can stitch this torn man back into one piece. The scars will remain but you will recognise that long-missed mischievous glint behind his honey eyes.

Always, always over the moon to see you. His face will instantly soften as he opens his arms in a welcome embrace.

Ideal dates;

Reiner isn’t fussed about where you go or what you do. He’s just happy to be in your presence. Your vibe is so healing to him, he’s almost addicted to you.

But his perfect ideal date with you is a casual stroll through the park with ice cream. His happiness returning as he takes the tip of his finger and scoops up the cold cream, dabbing it on your nose.

He’ll laugh so hard as your brows furrow and your eyes cross, before pulling you in with one arm and kissing it off you.

Picnics, quiet and private dates are his favourite. But he doesn’t mind taking you out to a fancy restaurant either.

Will be so proud to have you on his arm, his chest will swell with pride like - yeah. This is my woman.

So thoughtful. Will make it tradition to get you flowers every other Sunday. Or he’ll notice your eyes lingering on a cake in a bakery window and BAM. The next day he’s placing that very same baked good into your hands with a soft smile.

Modern AU

Like Porco is a big fan of sports. He likes to play rugby, keeping fit.

Also, loves his food. Cook for him and feed him well and he will never stray. (Not that he would anyway, but you know what I mean)

Always smells great. Even his sweat has a sweet tinge to it.

A sucker for a glass of beer while watching the sports channel in the bar.

Quiet and reserved but around those he trusts, he’s like his old self. Cracking jokes, belly laughing and making crude remarks to you with a mischievous grin.

Very respectful of you. And just an all-round gentleman.

Tight shirts and polos that hug his form beautifully 🔥

Those sleek, black trousers or jeans that hug his ass just… 👌

Cologne and aftershave, shower gel and bubble bath scented.

NSFW

Someone get this man a glass of water. Because he’s not okay.

He is so nervous when you first have sex. Not for himself and performance - but he’s so large he’s terrified he’ll lose control and hurt you.

Because boy, does he want you, bad.

He’s shy too, the first few times. Not knowing where he can touch you, the last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable.

Takes a lot of reassurance for him to become more comfortable with you.

Will absolutely be in awe each and every time you make love. No matter how many times you’ve done it, or how long you’ve been together. He always feels like the luckiest man alive to have you.

People like to canon him as some extreme Dom. He really isn’t. He can take charge, sure. But hurting you or degrading you in any way is a huge turn off for him.

That’s not saying he can’t take control and be a little rough with you. Because he certainly can.

Can and will fuck you against walls. Bend you over a desk and take you.

Loves eating you out. Could do it for hours. And if you take him into your mouth, he swears he’s died and gone to heaven.

“Do my fingers feel good inside of you, huh?”

“You’re so tight baby…”

“God you're so perfect.”

“I love you so much.”

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Ah, your pussy… It’s going to make me cum babe…”

“You feel so good wrapped around my cock…”

Are some of the things he’ll often grunt or whisper.

Kinks

Breeding. Breeding. Breeding kink. Reiner's blood runs hot with the need to impregnate you - to breed you with his seed and create a little human that is half you and half him. To Reiner, this is the ultimate form of love and trust.

Service kink. Loves pleasuring you and making you feel like the queen you are. Praising you endlessly.

Mating pressing. Nothing he likes more than pinning you in place with his body weight, his large cock dipping in and out of you deeply. His fingers will lace with yours as he buries his head in the crook of your neck while he whispers how much he loves you.

Will keep himself plugged in after he’s come, and when he does remove himself, will push any dribbling cum back inside of you with his fingers.

Aftercare

Reiner is up there with the best of them when it comes to aftercare.

Will kiss anywhere he’s gripped you too hard or bitten you in his joy.

Will ask if you’re okay, embracing you against his solid chest.

Tell you how amazing it was and how much he loves you.

Will gladly carry you to the shower, even washing and combing your hair.

Changes the sheets too as you change into your PJs.

Will order food or whip up a quick snack for you both.

Spoons and bear hugs all night long.

Dates 10/10

Thoughtfulness 10/10

Affection 10/10

Sex 10/10

Aftercare 10/10

It’s no secret… My husband is perfection.

You’d better love him and love him well. He deserves the best. 💓

#reiner x reader #snk x reader #reiner x you #reiner brainrot #reiner braun #reiner imagine #reiner snk #reiner smut

[tredawakandan]

Love we got the Zoro vs Mr.7 fight. Loved how they made him the stoic badass. Alvida actress actually made me like the character 💯😅

Loved the Spooky vibe Kurozu gave. Buggy was amazing 🤩.. Jacob really has the best mannerisms to me out of the strawhats 😅. Mihawk was a boss. Was worried how they would do strong attacks but loved how they did Mihawk slash and Shanks CoC. I liked the Arlong Pirates.Wonder why Hachi wasn't apart of it but besides that they were cool. I'm 100% ok with Don Krieg not being a villain of Luffy. We all know that was a zoro and Sanji arc.. But why did they keep Gin 😅.

Inaki grew on me especially within Syrup village. Jacob did Usopp amazing. Mackenyu and Taz did amazing as zoro and sanji. Sanji especially was great in love action. I feel since he's really emotional in the manga I didn't feel it would translate in live action. But it was pulled off 👌. I loved Buggy actor since Agents of Shield so it was a no brainer I would like him😅

It was smart to include Koby and Garp in the main story. Sadly since cover stories aren't adapted casual fans would definitely lose interest over Koby

The best thing about this show so far is I like that it feels like a regular show. It being one piece is just the cherry on top. As a Netflix fantasy show this is an easy 7/10 or 8/10. If a majority of people feel this way then I say mission accomplished for a good anime adaptation 💯

The best part is then putting respect on One Piece name by stating it is in fact the Most sold Graphic Novel/Comic of all time 😤

#one piece #mackenyu #inaki godoy #usopp #monkey d. luffy #pirate king #one piece live action #one piece 1091 #one piece 1092 #eiichiro oda #monkey d luffy #Koby #arlong #garp #roronoa zoro #nami #sanji #anime #manga #Netflix

[dieanywhereelseart]

I’ve been drawing with dip pens lately so I did a nib study using my ghost trick redesigns.

for anyone that’s interested here’s some notes on the nibs under the cut.

Leonardt 33 - Easily the one of the most flexible pen nibs I have. Technically this is designed for calligraphy, specifically spencerian, so the sideways movement isn’t great and there’s little control when doing hatching. Really dramatic swoops with high pressure that aren’t entirely appropriate for character portraits but I kinda dig what it did to Sissel’s hair. Will probably use it for special effects like fire and smoke and stuff.

Leondardt 33 - This one is actually intended for drawing so naturally it has a fairly consistent line weight with a low flex. The hatching marks are kinda scratchy but not in a bad way. Would probably work really well for continuous contour and styles of lineart that are more sketchy, loose, and dynamic than my normal character art style. Would prob use for larger pieces or figures closer to the camera cause the line weight is generally a bit too thick for the usual size I work with.

Tachikawa G - This is a nib made for drawing manga specifically and it’s really easy to use for drawing. Some of the calligraphy nibs really take some thought and careful motor control to look good but this one was forgiving. I see myself using this a lot for really casual art. It was kinda hard to do hatching or filling with this one tho, which was kinda surprising. Very gentle line variance, makes really clear shapes. You can see in the other characters than too high flexibility can make it hard for the brain to turn lines into form so this really mellows it out. Prob best to use this nib to block out the lineart then hatch/fill/detail with others.

Hunt 102 - this is a speedball job made for mapping and oh my god do I love this nib. It’s just so 👌👌👌 on the details??? the line variance perfectly matches the brushes I use on photoshop and it’s just. mwah. it holds onto literally so much ink despite being so tiny. interestingly hatching is unstable but two or three lines together seem to be just fine. Kinda sad that jowd’s hair is a little hard to focus on cause of the variance but with a little practice I can prob find ways around that cause I already know I’m gonna love using this nib for heads and faces. Filling is a bit patchy but otherwise I think this is gonna be my go-to detail nib. (also no jowd isn’t in overalls that’s supposed to be an art apron but with only like the top portion showing it’s hard to tell.)

Hunt 108 - ok this is Supposed to be a drawing nib as well as a calligraphy nib and it does mimic brush strokes but I’m pretty heavy handed so it’s hard Not to make those super thick lines. Not bad with details and has enough control to make thickening up the outline super easy, but really easy to mess up. This nib did Cabanela dirty by flexing a bit too much when I was doing his mouth so I had to correct it with a white pen. Spreads the ink too thin in areas for solid filling. I can see this working really well with mixed media, like with watercolor, and once I get some more colored ink I’ll use it for coloring.

Hunt 100 - idiot stupid rat bastard of a pen nib. ok the art looks fine right? can’t be that bad, right? it took me so long to make that because the ink just. wouldn’t come out. so this nib is another mapping nib and it’s super delicate so it breaks really easily. I broke my first one bc I’m heavy handed, so I ordered another like ‘ok I’ll be more careful with this one’. it broke again. I don’t even know how. Ideally I’d use it for small spaces or reeeally fine details but I can’t even get it to work long enough to try. speedball can meet me in the pits.

Hunt 512 - A calligraphy nib that’s actually really easygoing to draw with. There’s not much line variance, so the hairlines have a lot of control. Makes for really good hatching. Also does really great long, thin lines. Sideways movement is kinda meh but it does the job. Definitely the cleanest looking of all them, tho the lack of variance makes it a bit boring to look at. Gonna use this one for shading and textures or for drawing on really rough paper.

Hunt 99 - like the first nib this one is really dramatic, and it’s supposed to be a calligraphy nib, but it has a lot more weight control than the hunt 108. Also the fine lines are easier to control. A lot of ink comes out so it might not be great on paper with risk of bleeding, and it takes a while to dry compared to others, but it would be good for filling since it can cover a large opaque space while having good control over the shape and points. Could also use for different warping/texture techniques.

Other notes:

I used smooth illustration Bristol for the paper, since ink looks more vibrant and swooshy on it and also some of these nibs can Only be used on smooth paper.

Also used terracotta India ink, which is kinda on the thick end but still looks good. matches with the colored lineart in Ghost Trick lol

got all of my pen nibs from Paper & Ink Arts cause u can order a nib for like less than a dollar fifty each. You can also get paper, nib holders, and ink for a good price too.

if u wanna start with dip pens PLEASE prepare your nibs before drawing. stick them in a potato for like 10 minutes. please trust me on this you will have a bad time otherwise.

ok thanks for reading through my Very Indulgent experiment.

#ghost trick #my art #idk maybe this is a bit unconventional for fanart #but I think a lot of ppl only ever post super polished art and not the experimental stuff #which gives ppl who want to start drawing the idea that every drawing has to be a finished one #and that everything you post has to get likes #sometimes art is about the journey #. . . ok my cat just died so maybe I’m being all maudlin and philosophical to cope but still #this is also here cause I could find jack shit useful reviews for pen nibs #so Hopefully this can help ppl that want to try dip pens but don’t know how #feel free to reblog if you want to reference or share the info on nibs lol #character design #traditional art #nib review

[killemwithkawaii]

I have a mighty thirst for Larry Johnson and I need to confess my sinful fantasies about him and anything to do with fucking him while we're both stoned as fuck.

I've pretty new to smoking weed still, I've only really used vape pens and edibles without having someone else roll or load a bong for me. Enter one sexy stoner god; Larry Johnson- The Weed Wizard.

One night it's just he and I hanging out, smoking weed and playing video games, and he playfully teases me and pats my back after I overdo it a bit and cough my lungs out for the fifth time.

I often get horny when I smoke weed, and I think Larry's regular joking around and ribbing would just have me squirming in my seat.

What I don't know is that he's noticed me not-so-subtly staring at his mouth out of the corner of my eye every time he takes a drag, biting my lip when he puts his hands over mine to properly grip the heavier bongs, putting an arm around my shoulders to lean in closer to light the bowl for me.

Before I can cough myself sore, Larry tells me he knows a trick to cough less- shotgunning.

I agree and he takes a long hit before pulling me close and exhaling slowly into my mouth without breaking eye contact. The next time he exhales, his lips are even closer to mine. After the third exhale of smoke he kisses me and then neither of can keep our hands off each other and fucks me to into the couch, all dazed and desperate. ~R

High Sex with Larry Johnson-

[CW: NSFW Lemon, Larry Johnson x (gn)reader, unsanitary, drug use, dubcon (technically bc you're both intoxicated???), MINORS DNI!]

>YUS SOME HIGH SEXY TIME WITH LARRY 😤👌💨💕💦

>I'd bet he would think it was soooo cute that you're a baby stoner and would loooove showing you the ropes~ >:3c

>The process of getting your weed ready and smoking as foreplay is so good??? Selecting just the right strain to set the mood, taking a big whiff from the bag to build anticipation, him introducing his pieces (and maybe laughing and sharing stories about the names he gave them), picking out what flavor wrap you want, the sound and smell as he grinds up a nug, him carefully collecting all the keif left on the sides of the grinder with one of his paintbrushes, the way he licks the blunt suggestively while making eye contact, watching his hands as he breaks down the bud and loads the bowl just so, him insisting you get greens and lighting it for you while you hit it, competing a little over who can take the biggest bong rip, seeing him blow smoke rings or french inhale just to show off a little (and maybe teaching you how to do it, too)...~ Just 🥴💨💓💦💦💦

>High sex where you're just grinding away and it's so damn sloppy but you're too gone to care about the mess or the noise or the occasional slipup in rhythm 👍👍👍

>Sometimes one or both of you gets the giggles or gets distracted and you end up having a deep and/or silly off-topic conversation mid-coitus, then realize you're naked and remember you were in the middle of having sex and you get back to it 😂

>Also taking a pause once in a while to take another hit while you're fucking (maybe while one of you is still inside the other) 😩👌💨💘

>Okay but what if he rolls you your own blunt to enjoy while you lay back and he goes down on you (and he wont stop talking about how he has the munchies and that you're really hitting the spot right now)? Do you shotgun him hits off of it and taste yourself on his lips or what?? 🤔

>Alternatively, sucking his dick while he smokes a blunt and he dirty talks and praises you and pets your hair the entire time 🙈💞

>Or, you could just go with some casual mutual handjobs while passively watching tv and cuddling up, not in any hurry at all to get off, just relaxing and enjoying the intimacy of touching each other while stoned UwU 💋💨💘

#k.e.w.k. answers #k.e.w.k. writes #r anon #larry johnson x reader #larry johnson x y/n #lemon #sorry steve #tw drug use #tw unsanitary #tw dubcon #(technically??? tagging just in case) #damn now I gotta load myself a bowl lmao #sally face imagines

[uncouth-the-fifth]

imagining sam and pythia!reader starting out playing wordle really casually and innocently but as time goes on it turns into a full blown war and whoever wins has bragging rights for the day. competitive glares from across the breakfast table while dean gets uncomfortable basking in the wordle-based tension and has to take his breakfast to his room

i feel like you've reached into my mind bc this is literally the next episode of pythia's plot 👁 so enjoy some dumb headcanons! read my supernatural rewrite if you haven't here, for more tasteful word-game shenanigans. forgive me for romanticizing scrabble.

but fr tho their thing as a relationship has to be Words, and Literature, bc there's nothing better to care about when you're a hunter-kid in the 90s.

they started off playing scrabble around high school, bc it was the only board game they had and were good at. i feel like she knows more actual words while sam is better at coordinating them on the board to get more points; she has breadth and he has strategy, so they're pretty evenly matched.

since dean is never too eager to get in on their nerdy game, it becomes one of the few times where it's just the two of them - so, simultaneously, they plot to use the game as a device to get each other alone. it is also a game that requires you to sit next to each other, so they could get away with all the arm-brushing and flirty shoulder-shoving they wanted.

reader gets Sam the deluxe traveling edition for the road. they keep the same notebook inside, where they have pages upon pages of tallied games. the same year, he gets her a Vocabulary For Dummies, which begins the vicious cycle of word-game revenge.

he also has the little brother instinct to be a competitive monster, so he slowly starts dropping bets as they play. "whoever loses has to do the other's homework for a week," "first to three rounds gets lunch from the loser," etc. but she is ALSO a competitive monster, specifically bc she loves to impress/infuriate/arouse/confuse sam, so she devours these bets without hesitation.

they get to the point where they can play it like mf speed chess, which results in even worse sexual tension bc their hands keep touching when putting down words, or she has to pick her new letters out of Sam's big, warm palm after he fishes them out of the bag for her. cause you know the hand-touching would be EVIL.

post-stanford, they're off their game. reader has no one to play with, but lays in wait for the day when her skills will be needed again, mourning the only man she'd ever loved (to play scrabble with), her only equal. she weeps over crosswords. her puzzle books grow dust in the trunk of the Impala. Dean offers to play with her, but two turns in, her skin crawls with disloyalty. what kind of scrabble opponent would she be if she played against anyone but Sam?

while away, sam tries to play with other people, but ultimately realizes he has only one true Scrabble Soulmate - only one person who could ever challenge him at the written word. he sits on the hood of his car and broods about it. Jess gifts him sudoku puzzles and he tears through them all, starved to replace such a crucial piece of himself. but despite all his attempts, he can't help but hone his vocabulary and stare at reader's picture in his wallet, waiting for a game he's unsure will ever come.

okay I was joking but also I'm a little serious about it. like this much 👌

the first time it's mentioned again they stand across from each other like cowboys in a quickdraw duel. "I'd love to see a rematch," Dean jokes, but he's unknowingly looking for bloodshed.

finally, they can't stand it anymore. sam can't sleep and she doesn't want him to be up lonely, so they leave Dean in their motel room and put the board down on the Impala's bonnet at 3 in the morning. they both feel alive again!! miraculously, they tie somewhere in the 110s, and thus the second wave of their nemeses-with-benefits rivalry begins.

through the following years of their lives, they play other games: poker, chess, Catan, codenames. their wordle phase lasts the longest, and grew to a point where Dean had to stage an intervention for everyone's health.

when they do play with others, like Dean and Beth on family nights or (living) friends, it goes unspoken that they have to be on the same team together - unless everyone wants to be witness to the most drawn-out, elaborate playing schemes known to man. Garth still talks about the time Sam deliberately and ruthlessly wiped out him, Dean and Bobby just to get "his lady love" all to himself for a game.

it's just best that he and reader stick together :)

tags: tags: @cookiemumster1 @lacilou @cevans-winchester @leigh70 @seraphimluxe @emily-roberts @emme-loou

#sam winchester #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester x you #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester headcanons #sam winchester x reader headcanons #supernatural rewrite #spn rewrite #uncouthspn #supernatural #spn #there ain't no me if there ain't no queue

[toournextadventure]

okokok its gym birb anon im taking that name bc i need to find an emoji

what if. birb played an instrument well. like real real real well. like almost proffesional. like u know that whole fire pit thingy scene what if birb only played the fiddle so theyd have a duet partner. and they actually slay at like classical guitar or steel stringed ur choice bro. personally i think some of the gfs would be all over this.

imagine lemme set the scene. birb just casually picking up a guitar and playing real well (tuning it cause as a multiple instrument playing musician idc u tune ur instruments pleeeaaaes even if its the death of you)

vada would def be like loook at how faast those fingers mooove. def thinking unholy thoughts (trying to get birb to play unholy on electric)

tara would be horny thoughts horny thoughts horny thoughts with vada obviously. like no doubt but also so so so so eager to learn to play literally draping themselvers onto birbs guitar filled lap like teeaaaach me

wenesday would def be like oh my god competent duet partner this entire time??? getcho ass oveer here lurch brought my cello and then grabbing birb by the collar when they try to go fight lurch guitar and all with them. She'd definatley choose some casual piece and deal with birb playing it okayish before sighing and playing the only classical piece birb plays eagerly. Canon in D

lorraine i feel like would sing along softly prolly making up her own words or melody while sitting near birb or working around em like she is also feeling horny thoughts but is always down to listen to music. maybe distracts birb a lil by sitting wrapped up arms around them and pressed to their back singing into their ear but shhh we'll never know

phoebe i thikn is with vada and tara like goddamn the skill but look at how fast them fingers move...

and harley katie and ellie want birb to play tiktok songs.

can i be :) anon cause finding an emoji is a lotta work

Okay okay okay, listen, if this is in our Happy Timeline where no one dies/stays dead and trauma is Healed, here's how I think this whole thing would go down

Nicky is still a-fiddlin away because... of course, he's a natural. And Birb, imo, can't play a six string to save their life BUT they can play a 12 string like it's nobody's business. It's out of tune but still surprisingly sounds good (I say as someone who also plays multiple instruments, but who grew up with a farm family that just... doesn't take the time to tune, don't come for us) so those two are just jammin out like it's what they were born to do

And they ONLY do it when they're all out at The Family's place when they have their bonfires (which, if everyone is over, is a nightly affair). And every single time the gfs are just "and you can't play it in our own home???" And Birb's instant response is "it doesn't sound as good when it's not around a fire :/" with the most sincere genuity they can possibly invoke

Meanwhile, all the gfs just sit there trying not to appear that interested (even though everyone knows otherwise) because "well if you won't play at home, I just won't listen 🙄" even though they're constantly watching Birb like they are only this 👌 close to pulling them away for... reasons

And then yeah, no, Harley, Katie, and Ellie are just like "... but can you two play Savage by Megan Thee Stallion?"

And yes bestie, your emoji has been set, welcome to the Emoji Knights of the Round Table 🧑‍⚖️

#multiverse birb #:)

[jonfucius]

Great Star Trek Rewatch - Enterprise S4

Originally posted on Twitter 31 January 2020 - 7 July 2020

Enterprise Season 4 is up next in my Great Star Trek Rewatch. As in Seasons 1-3, mini-reviews will document my progress.

Storm Front: Nazis in New York, aliens up to no good, a time-ravaged Daniels, and the unforgettable sight of P-51 Mustangs firing on a shuttlepod = a slam-bang season premiere. Alicia Travers is a strong guest character. 9/10

Storm Front, Part II: The Temporal Cold War comes to an end, and so does Silik. The NX-01 shooting down Stukas over Manhattan is a highlight, as well as the final shootout in the temporal conduit complex. 10/10

Home: Archer and Erika Hernandez reconnect and recover, and Trip’s unrequited feelings for T’Pol are thrown in his face by her marriage to Koss, THE most insufferable Vulcan in a series full of them. But it’s Phlox’s encounter with casual racism that hits home. 10/10

Borderland: The Augments trilogy kicks off in style. Brent Spiner is a perfect foil for Archer. Malik makes for a complex proto-Khan, while Persis is almost too clever for her own good. 8/10

Cold Station 12: Malik and Soong start to drift apart here. Too bad we couldn't see more of Udar. Alas. The torture scene with the Symbalene blood burn is insane body horror, right up there with "Conspiracy". The pieces have moved into place for the trilogy's climax. 8/10

The Augments: Interesting debate on nature vs. nurture. Persis deserved better, both from Malik and the arc. I think the ending would have had more impact if we saw Soong write something about positronic brains, rather than have him explicitly mention cybernetics. 8/10

The Forge: RIP Adm. Forrest. Deep, deep Vulcan lore is introduced, things only mentioned off-hand or hinted at in the franchise’s previous forty years (including IDIC). Loved seeing T’Pau and Surak again. 8/10

Awakening: Pieces are moved into place as Archer falls further under Surak’s spell (err, katra). V’Las is veering dangerously close to mustache twirling, but Robert Foxworth is too damn charismatic. The Kir’Shara is found, but it may be too late. 9/10

Kir’Shara: The first steps toward the Federation are taken as V’Las’ assault on Andoria is foiled by Enterprise and Shran. The Vulcans begin a re-evolution here. Meanwhile, a certain raptorial species makes a shocking appearance in the tag. 10/10

Daedalus: This one does nothing for me; ergo, I nothing it. What should be a tragic story in the vein of the vastly superior DS9 “The Visitor” is wasted on a paint-by-numbers “ghost story.” Archer’s relationship with the Erickson’s comes out of nowhere. A rare S4 misfire. 4/10

Observer Effect: Non-corporeal aliens possessing our heroes? Check. Lethal infection? Check. Deus ex machina? Check. But the last-minute reveal that the Organians from the sublime TOS “Errand of Mercy” are the culprits is a great twist that wasn’t telegraphed. 7/10

Babel One: The Tellarites attack and destroy Shran’s ship…or did they? The Andorians attack Enterprise…or did they? Some amazing groundwork is being laid here for not only the rest of S4 but the entire Star Trek universe. The reveal at the end of the episode is 👌. 8/10

United: Pour one out for poor Talas. Tucker and Reed disable the drone, while Archer disables Shran. The reveal at the end of the episode tops the Romulan intrigue from “Babel One”. The Andorians get some great development here, and Jeffrey Combs is sublime per usual. 9/10

The Aenar: The Romulans’ plans are foiled by a rag-tag Vulcan-Human-Andorian-Tellarite alliance, and the ethereal Aenar add much depth to the story. Trip’s feelings for T’Pol lead to a shocking ready room scene. I love these little throughlines connecting distinct stories. 10/10

Affliction: We learn why the Klingons from TOS looked different compared to their later brethren. This was a completely unnecessary “reveal” that IMO has influenced some of the unfair criticism DSC and PIC has endured. But it’s still a mostly thrilling espionage thriller. 6/10

Divergence: The opening sequence is incredible, breathless; something Star Trek rarely indulged in. Phlox’s solution at the end is clever and in character. I’m giving this episode a high score just for that chill-inducing setpiece, but my criticism from “Affliction” stands. 8/10

Bound: I can kinda, sorta see what they were going for in giving the Orion “slave girls” agency…but the execution is still not great. We saw this story already with Duras in S2. 4/10

In a Mirror, Darkly: Star Trek’s first episode set entirely in the Mirror Universe is a doozy: clever reframing of First Contact, a new opening title sequence, and our “heroes” really digging into their Terran Empire selves. The ties to TOS “The Tholian Web” are ingenious. 9/10

In a Mirror, Darkly, Part II: Archer’s mental state unravels as he plots and schemes. But it’s Hoshi (Augustus Iaponius) who gets the last laugh. 9/10

Demons: Another all-too-prescient episode tackling racism through the sci-fi lens of xenophobia. Peter Weller is perfectly cast as the hateful Paxton. Nice to see Mayweather get something to do in this third-to-last episode of the series. 8/10

Terra Prime: ENT’s main story ends on the highest of high notes. It was a great choice to end the Terra Prime story in the third act and give Archer’s speech and Trip & T’Pol’s final scene room to breathe. 10/10

These Are the Voyages…: Didn't like this one 15 years ago, still don't like it today. An absolutely sad way for Star Trek to leave television after 18 consecutive years. This episode gets 1 point for the cameos in the final scene. 1/10

And with that, Season 4 of ENT, and the series itself, comes to an end in my Great Star Trek Rewatch. Final score: 7.86/10. Highest score(s): "Storm Front, Part II," "Home," "Kir'Shara," "The Aenar," "Terra Prime." . Lowest score(s): "These Are the Voyages…"

ENT overall score across 4 seasons and 97 episodes: 6.99/10

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[doevademe]

Hiii. I've read all your percico fanfictions, I love them all! But I have a special place in my heart for "How to defy fate". Even thought it's a deconstruction of the soulmate concept, I've never read something so romantic! Love is a choice and only devoted action can make it last the course of time.

In this story, I think I found my favorite of your characterisations of Percy. I love how it's focused so much on him, his past, how it shaped his view on soulmates and his approach to "love" and how it mirrors his arc as the child of the prophecy in the canon series. He wants to defy his fate and live the way he attends to, only for it to catch him nonetheless but still fights an emerges victorious because you can't drown a son of Poseidon haha! (I apologize for this pun🙏).

An other thing I greatly appreciated is how active he was in pursuing Nico. It's always so satisfying when (contrary to canon) it's Percy who does the pursuing, the pining, it's Percy who keeps being by Nico's side even if it means just being his friend because, like he told Will, he would gladly be anything for Nico as long as the boy wishes so, than being nothing at all to him, and that's just glorious.

Seeing Nico through Percy's lovesick pov, cooing at how adorable he is even (especially) when he nerds about his interests and making it his life mission to get him to blush, just always brings me so much joy because I love Nico and getting to love him through a character's pov makes me even happier. It's only justice at this point after his canon treatment. That boy deserves the world, and to see Percy treating him with such tenderness like he's the most precious thing in the universe and how he fights for their relashionship soothes that ache.

Another thing that gets me is how you portray everyday/casual settings, your style fits so good when writting Percy and Nico just being boyfriends (Like Nico tending to Percy during a hangover, them just watching the myhtomagic show and teasing each other, them discussing Percy's job perspective and their views on soulmates) makes me wish you would write about their whooooooooooole life together! I think you're the best at portraying their already established relationship. Please write the Percico bible🙏🙏🙏🙏 pretty please.

Media in general don't portray romance unless there's drama and reading about people just enjoying each other in mondain settings is a rare thing (in addition to anchoring them as THE couple we should root for, and not the "destined ones") and I'm a sucker for it. A lot struggle at portraying it but you bring it to life so easilyand and vividly while making their conversations interesting and fluid without feeling forced at all, blatantly obvious how these two love each other!

Also I appreciated that comment at Will's empty apartment as a jab for him being devoid of personality, had to hold my laughter to not wake up people 😁I could go on and on and on like that but I feel like I've took too much place already.

Please keep showing us how Percy falls in love with Nico and makes him blush like a school girl, that's the one piece lacking in canon. Thanks for being awesome 👌

I forgot to mention! Comparing Annabeth and Nico, a soulmate and a chosen, to a lullaby and an aria was a stroke of genius.

A lullaby is familiar, comfortable gets you all warm and fluffy inside but listening to it over an over gets boring and will lose it's charm with repetition. It's good from time to time like catching up with an old friend but in too much doses you'd just get tired of seeing their face xD.

Meanwhile, an aria, a complexe italian opera, would take you years of listening again and again to get to understand. Each time you hear it you discover something new, a new detail that wasn't there before. It's epic and full of range of emotions and gets your heart racing and head spinning with heat getting to it. (That's my actual experience when listening opera). You're attracted to it despite not speaking the language at first and then you learn it and it's better than what you could have imagined.

At least that's how I understood it when reading x)

If it ain't the most beautiful love declaration, I don't know what is! Can't believe I missed on telling you that in the last post!

Honestly, I've been speechless about this one. Thank you so much! How to Defy Fate was basically me trying to make a Soulmate AU have an interesting romantic plot with stakes and obstacles. I'm very proud of it, and I'm glad you liked it.

As for the "Percico bible" part I'm not sure if you mean like, an old school ship manifesto, or a fanfic that basically shapes the ship's fanon (like Nico's mismatched shoes from Kiss a Boy in Tokyo Town). If the former, that would take... a while to produce, and if it's the latter, it's more up to the fandom than me 😉

#anon love #long post #thank you so much #I literally blushed irl the first time I read these asks #ask #anonymous

[awesomefringey]

what is top 3 outfits from the 28 official programme so far??

Oh I’m not even sure how many options I’ve seen so far. Hmmm… ok before I rank them I should let you know that I personally always reckoned the rose bouquets represent his siblings, and since it’s such a personal statement, I would possibly go for a design without them. (I might be totally off here and he just likes flowers but just to explain why I’d rather go for one without.)

Plus I never wear football kits as like a casual piece of clothing, I don’t like the fabric on my skin, plus I can’t imagine looking great in them. I’m not Louis Tomlinson after all.

Okay from most to least favorite designs, I’d say:

If this hoodie doesn’t have a bouquet on it, give it to me. It’s the biggest chance I’d buy this one. 💰 I love the Yorkshire Rose print on the back and the 28 oval print on the front.:

The “white noise/red noise” split design is by far one of the best looks out of the collection (even though I could never pull it off). The zipper, the polo collar, it’s made for Louis! Maybe not for me but for him! I wonder if my husband would wear it 🤔😏:

It’s Pastor Tomlinson with a turtle neck and vampire bite marks. It’s already iconic! My brain is a full on record scratch each time I see it. 😚👌:

Another vintage football kit shirt which is a no for me, but a yes yes yes to the Escher-esk blocks design that give me psychedelic mind games Louis. It looks fabulous on him:

I always appreciate a cuddly sweater but I’m not too fond of the collar. It looks like it’s not really hugging your neck and you could still freeze. I’m curious though if it’s supposed to fold down or if there are like some zippers hidden. Anyways, it’s the bouquet on the chest that would possibly make it a no for me in the end.

It’s basic, it’s black, it’s got the super cool oval globe 28 print on it, I really dig. I mean we all know I’m gonna buy it. 💸

I really really love the shirt because it represents so much. AFHF and Louis out there finally, solo, live, in a shirt he designed himself. I could never wear it for so many reasons. I feel this is such a personal piece of clothing, I couldn’t buy it. But I know so many will appreciate it for exactly that and proudly wear it. Also many will be happy about the V-neck.

#ask #28 official programme

[maichans-blog]

Boss

The leader of Underworld office.

He cares very much about the rules

Gets angry if you break the rules

Little smiles or laughs and is very calm

Age: 28

Height : 179 cm

He have a parents and a sister

Relationship

Eugene

Boss doesn't want in the first time to do anything with Eugene 'cause he is a mortal .

Boss cares about Eugene and sees a bit himself in Eugene .

River

Boss seems to detest to river non serious.

Often threatening to punish her or smacked her with his fan .

He also cared a lot about her .as we have seen in chapter five "when he get mad when Eugene called her to place she can't go through."

Joan

Although not many interaction between the two are showing in the game .

Boss respects Joan in chapter 4 when he called Joan "ma'am"

But he despite him being older than her. But he does not hesitate to call her out for her behavior if she argues with River in front of Hayden, Sean, and Eugene in chapter 3 (The quarrel happens if you choose to follow Sean's way).

Hayden

Hayden respects Boss and does as the elder ghost says even if it is too much work. Unlike Sean and Eugene, he does not fear Boss and talks to him in a very casual way. Boss even compliments him and Eugene in chapter 3 (if you choose to follow Sean's way).

Sean

Sean is scared of Boss and often hides when he is around. He acknowledges that Boss is a good person but he can't help but fear and call him Sir.

his appearance in chapter one

Quotes:

Boss: "Try to make a use out of Eugene. And tell me if you really cannot get anything done. We will just eat Eugene alive."

Eugene: "E... eat me alive?"

Hayden: "Boss, you eat humans?!?!"

Boss: "...I am joking."

—Chapter 2: Luke

Boss: "Any debtor that gets useless..."

Eugene: "...?"

Boss: "I will bite into tiny pieces."

Eugene: "Eeeeeek!!"

Boss: "...I cannot even make a joke."

—Chapter 2: Luke

Boss: (to Eugene) "You shall go with River today. As long as you keep her from making unrelated moves... It will most likely be a more meaningful experience."

River: "Are you flattering (sic) me because you want to be on my team, Boss? Wanna team up for another 300 years or so? Would you like that?"

Boss: "I will seal you for another 300 years or so."

—Chapter 3: Sean

Eugene: "Is there a problem?"

Boss: (carrying Eugene) "I have one in my arms right now."

—Chapter 7: Life and Death

Boss: "you are my sin"

Boss might be left handed 'cause he always holding his fan with his left hand 👌.

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RENDOG TYRANT ARC CONFIRMED

75 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

#4

Echoes

A piece inspired by this by @raisans-art

Professor Anthony 'Pixl' Riffs had always been good at reading people; it was one of his most famous party tricks back in college, being able to completely pick someone apart from just a short and casual conversation. In fact, a good amount of his food back then had been paid for by wagers with people who didn't believe he was that good.

So when he was sitting around that campfire last week, he noticed a lot.

He'd noticed that the pirate was on edge a lot more than most of them, though the man in leather armour also had the body language of someone on the run or hiding.

He'd noticed the woman with the pink hair was definitely hiding something, and that she was certainly not exactly human.

He'd noticed the blonde woman who arrived late was in this world unexpectedly, looking around with clear confusion.

But more than anything, he'd noticed that the tallest among them couldn't look any of them in the eye, but, more strikingly, wouldn't look at him at all.

That was what had caught his interest the most.

So he had taken to keeping an eye on the man, or god as he had discovered the previous day, to see if he was okay, to see why he was so... avoidant.

He'd just received a message from him, Joel he'd said his name was that day at the fire, that he was in need of a bunch of string and that he knew that Pix had a very good supply, so, gathering a bundle full, he set off across the mountains to find the location of his kingdom-to-be.

The floating islands were amazing, definitely befitting a god, but he couldn't help but get distracted by something in the crater where chunk of land had clearly come from.

He jumped down, expertly hopping from chunk of stone to chunk of stone, landing softly at the bottom and taking out a small trowel and a brush from his pack, and began inspecting the shape he had seen:

It wasn't very deep, so he wasn't expecting much, and anything he did find was probably only from the last century or two, but as he gently brushed the dirt aside he uncovered what looked like the pommel of a sword.

He put the brush down and picked up the trowel, carefully beginning to dig around the handle in an attempt to find the crossguard; once he had that, whatever remained of the blade itself could be dug out with ease. Unless it had become fused with mineral deposits in the soil that is. That would make things a bit more complicated.

"Professor?"

Pix straightened up, turning to the source of the voice; ah, yes, he'd come here for a reason hadn't he?

Joel's voice had been pained when he'd addressed him, something Pix noted down in his head for later, and he still wasn't looking at him, still just a little bit down and to the side.

"You mentioned you were gonna bring me some string?"

Standing up, Pix laughed, "Ah yes, apologies." He pulled out the bundle, checking the contents to make sure it was all still there, "I tend to get rather distracted by artifacts I'm afraid, hazard of my line of work." He tossed the bundle over, "here, six stacks of string, and a bundle you can use later."

The way Joel had flinched when he laughed was... almost alarming. It was a facial expression Pix knew well, one of someone being reminded of a loved one they had lost.

"Thanks man, I'll pay you back for this, I promise." The smile he gave was forced, so very forced, the eyes were far too sad for it to be genuine.

Pix approached Joel, putting a hand on his arm and looking up at him, squinting slightly as the sun was behind him but otherwise smiling kindly, "it's no problem at all. If you need anything, and I do mean anything, I'm always here for you. Don't be afraid to reach out, not even a god can do everything on his own." He glanced at the crater, "in fact I'm probably gonna be here for a bit anyway, I gotta get a good look at that artifact."

111 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

#3

Rendog, Jevin, Fear, Drawing For ya writing thing buddy

Tonight was a Bad transformation.

Ren had already had a very stressful day; he'd lost all of his shit mining for ancient debris to unlock the Gigapod, and kept trying to get past a ton of piglins when he'd had all his gold on him the first time so he could craft ingots on the go. Then, when all his stuff had despawned, he'd been heading into the shopping district when he got bombed by Scar with his Hawkeye nonsense, and then he was gathering sand when a chain reaction of falling blocks dropped him into a ravine.

So yeah. He was currently extremely overwhelmed, and his enhanced wolf senses weren't helping.

He was lying on the floorboards of his dog house, paw covering his right ear and the stump at his left elbow desperately reaching to cover his left ear.

Scar was messing with Grian, and Ren could hear them dog fighting outside over the Hermissippi, every rocket firing sounding like a gunshot and causing the wolf to flinch.

Directly across the river, TFC was only a few dozen blocks deep and Ren could hear him chipping away at the rock and the crashing of the rubble as it fell, just barely masking the sound of him whistling a tune he couldn't recognise.

Just the wind currents moving around the doghouse were too loud.

Suddenly, the door to his house opened with a soft creak, magnified by his panicked state of mind, and Ren recoiled with a loud distressed whimper.

"Ren? Dude, what's wrong?"

Ren felt someone approach him, he yelped as the atmospheric pressure in the room shifted and backed away as best he could with two of his limbs missing and he sniffed the air warily; the smell was wet and burned slightly like the chlorine in Keralis' pool, but it was also slightly fruity. He cracked open one eye cautiously to confirm: yup. Jevin.

Jevin had backed away, his hands in the air reflexively to show he meant no harm. "You have a bad day bud?" He asked softly.

Ren pawed at the one ear he could reach, whimpering.

"I can help put your legs on if you like, at least then you could cover your other ear. That sound like something you wanna do?"

Ren whimpered again, trying to paw with his left arm.

Jevin nodded; moving as quietly as he could, he put on a pair of gloves over his goopy hands to protect the delicate circuits involved and got the large robotic limbs out of the closet where Ren kept them. He assumed that the guy had just been too overwhelmed to get them out or grab someone to help him attach them, so he didn't tease him like he would have any other full moon, and just helped him get them affixed, referencing the book left on the labelled lectern as to the more complex connectors that dealt with nerves and making them move.

After a few minutes, with Jevin gently stroking Ren's fur as he worked, he was done. He stepped back to give Ren space, and took off his gloves.

Ren flexed his robotic paws, definitely a little calmer than before, systemically testing the connections one by one.

Jevin nodded to himself and went to leave, but as he reached the door he heard a soft little whine, and when he turned back to Ren he was met the wettest and most pathetic pair of puppy dog eyes he'd seen in his life. He stifled a laugh that was threatening to burst from him that would have been far too loud for the shaky canine.

"You want me to stay, pal?"

Ren nodded.

"Okay sure, if that's what you'd like."

Jevin moved back across the room and sat a block or two from Ren, fishing a spiral bound notebook from inside his head and a pencil from inside his hoodie pocket, and began to work on the plans for his megabase.

As he worked, he felt Ren shuffle towards him and rest his chin on his knee, and eventually he heard the soft sound of a very big wolf snoring.

Welp, looked like he was stuck here.

117 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

#2

cubfan, joehills, sonder, barbecueing

Cub and Joe were rather similar creatures. Not biologically of course; Cub was some variety of faerie, tangentially related to the Vex, and Joe was very much human. What I mean is that their minds move in similar circles, logic following similar pathways and fluent in a similar dialect of nonsense.

So it wasn't much of a surprise that they wound up hanging out together pretty often.

Tonight they were at spawn, it was one of the rare nights on the server when Bdubs wasn't online to chase away the moon, and the two were taking that rare opportunity to soak in the vast ocean of stars above them.

Like all Southern dads, Joe was pretty adept at grilling, and tonight he had decided to treat his friend Cub to some of his signature brisket and burgers. The thick, meaty smell of beef and spices hung over spawn, a gentle breeze wafting it over the Hermissippi as Joe tossed the patties on the grill.

The sharp sizzle of the meat hitting the hot metal of the barbecue cut through the stillness of the night and Cub's eyes snapped to the source, part evolutionary instinct and part hypervigilance.

Joe caught his gaze and smiled softly; all of the Hermits knew how he and Scar were always on guard for the Vex or any Evokers that could twist them. "Don' worry Cub, it's just me. Last I checked Vex didn't sound like cooking meat."

Cub laughed, "Yeah, you're right."

"Mind if I ask what you were thinkin' about before I interrupted you? You seemed really focused on somethin'"

Cub hummed; Joe was always very perceptive, from the very first time he met the guy there was always a sense that he just Knew Things, even without having been told.

"I guess I was just thinking about how small we are, you know? Like, as well travelled as we try to be, there's always gonna be so much we don't see or know." He gestured across the Hermissippi, "like, Ren's been talking about this Gigacorp thing; back in the Concorp days I did dealings with a lot of other corporations, and they never came up. And even beyond that, how exactly did the other Hermits get here? Not how did they survive, but what did they experience on the way?"

Joe nodded, "Oh yeah, I know the feeling. There's a word for that, by the way, did you know?"

"Hm?"

"It's called sonder, the acute awareness that everyone has their own rich lives that you'll never have access to." He flipped a burger, "there are so many different stories being told, all the time, and there's only so much we can glean from our brief moments of crossover, and oftentimes it's better that way." He flipped the rest, "just like a burger bun can only hold so many toppings, our lives can only be so full before it becomes overwhelming and very unhealthy."

Cub smirked, "that's a bit rich coming from you man, it seems every day you're seeking out a whole supermarket's worth of toppings for your life."

Joe raised an eyebrow at Cub and smiled slyly, "well unlike most people I am constantly bored and my burger bun seems incapable of filling up, and also every time Cleo kills me I forget just a little bit of the extraneous toppings on my life burger."

Cub laughed loudly, his voice dully reverberating across the spawn village in the cool night air, dancing with the cinders from the grill, "Dang Joe, I'm surprised you even remember your own name at this point if that's the case."

"I'll be honest with you," Joe laughed, "I do forget occasionally. You know how respawn is after all. Also she really doesn't kill me that often, it's mostly just standard non-lethal violence like breaking limbs."

The pair laughed together for a while, just enjoying each others' company, before Cub spoke up again as Joe was removing the burger patties from the grill.

"Okay but, for real though, don't you ever just wish you could know all those stories? Doesn't it just eat at you?"

Joe paused as he was picking up the completed burgers, a certain tension in his body that Cub couldn't pinpoint. "I used to." He said quietly, his accent suddenly a lot thicker, in a way that made Cub feel like he was witnessing something not meant for him. "But that's the thing about wishes, ain't it? Y'all should be careful about what you wish for, lest some cruel trickster hear you and curl a finger on a monkey's paw. A mind ain't meant to know that many stories."

"Joe?" Cub ventured, getting to his feet and approaching Joe, his hand going to rest on his shoulder. "are you alright buddy?"

As Cub's hand made contact, the moment passed, and Joe straightened up, a wide smile affixed to his features that couldn't have been more forced if he tried.

"Of course, Cub my friend, right as rain!" He handed Cub a plate with his burger on it. "can't be wrong with barbecue this good."

Cub took the plate, making a mental note to look into things later, maybe talking to the other Season 1 hermits who've known Joe longer. He returned Joe's smile, equally as forced-looking he was sure, "if this tastes as good as that brisket smells then you ain't wrong."

131 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

One Good Day

If there's one hill I will die on in relation to hermitcraft, it's that TFC would be a Grian-Tier Gremlin if he had the energy for it. So this is really just a whole bunch of self indulgence.

False woke up, rolled out of bed, and fell.

At first, her groggy mind thought she might still be dreaming; she'd had many dreams of falling in recent months, and she was painfully aware of the symbolism, but it was when she splashed into a pool of pleasantly cool water that she realised nope. This was very much real and she was very much in a pool of water in her pajamas and spare leather armour and not on the stone floor next to her bed.

She looked around, brushing her, now sodden, tangled blonde hair out of her face as she stood up; she was in a pit, a very deep one it seemed, and her bed was far out of reach. Squinting, she noticed a single block connected to her bed which had allowed it to function as a spawn point, and the walls were lined with obsidian, so it was very obvious that this was a deliberate prank, but the only thing she couldn't figure out was why there was no calling card.

Huh, she thought, I wonder who did this.

—

Cleo swooped down onto her floating island to a very strange new sight: between the seahorses at the site where the gates of Atlantis would soon stand was a mound of pink wool and concrete and terracotta.

She walked around it, already mentally planning a return prank on Joe whoever was responsible, but stopped suddenly when she came to the other side, laughter bubbling out and overriding any irritation or indignation.

It was a blob fish. A giant blob fish, with the despondent face of a fish that had basically exploded when taken out of its natural atmospheric pressure.

She broke a couple of blocks on the side, sword in her other hand expecting a flood of mobs that had spawned inside, to see if the culprit had left a clue as to their identity, but all she could see was.. a torch. And an item frame with an iron pickaxe in it.

Huh.

—

Tango had been working like crazy, he was Very Tired, so when he heard a low and eerie chuckle coming from somewhere nearby he thought he was hallucinating.

"Hello?" He called out, looking around the wireframe of Deep Frost Citadel cautiously, "anyone there?" That was a laugh he didn't recognize. The only hermit with a voice that deep was Chef, but he was all the way over in spawn, right? And he never did pranks.

He edged closer to the source of the laughter, following the occasional glimmer of the particles from the skulk sensor until there was suddenly a wave in another direction, and the ground collapsed beneath him, dropping him into a pit just barely shallow enough to not kill him, laughter all around him; loud and raucous and booming.

—

TFC had been having a wonderful day.

When he woke up that morning, he had felt something he hadn't felt in many years; he felt energetic, energetic in a way he hadn't felt since he was in his 30s, and none of his muscles and bones and joints hurt in the slightest.

He had pulled out his communicator and glanced at the list of who was currently online, a few of them were, and momentarily he had considered just spending the day mining, but that idea was quickly thrown aside in favour of something he'd not been able to indulge in in far too long.

So now, after laying out several small pranks, he stalked the perimeter of Doc's pit, in the caves halfway down the walls, watching like a hawk for where and when the man left the world.

The perimeter was impressive, TFC would never dream of saying it wasn't, though there was a petty little whisper in the back of his head that Doc had cheated with the world eater that he occasionally had to give a stern talking to. The world eater itself was incredibly impressive, something TFC himself could never have achieved.

Doc, all told, was someone TFC respected a lot; the man understood The Grind like few others he'd met, even when compared to the other hermits which was saying A Lot, and grind respects grind.

After a little while of waiting, TFC saw Doc log out, and that was his moment. He jumped down from the cave in the wall and threw out a pool of water to catch himself, running over to the spot Doc was last stood, pulling out one of his shulker boxes.

He had a few on hand, all filled with either deepslate or obsidian, and with no hesitation or need to catch his breath, he began building. He built a box of deepslate around the spot, only just big enough to hold a player, and he built layer after layer, more than a dozen blocks thick. Every second that passed was one second closer to when Doc would return, so he quickly brought out the obsidian and repeated the process from the deepslate.

Three layers into the obsidian, Doc's nametag suddenly reappeared, and TFC heard him shout a word in German that he didn't exactly understand, but from the tone he could easily deduce it was an epithet. He couldn't stop himself from barking in laughter, and he began building faster.

"TFC? That you man?" Doc's voice was clearly delighted, TFC could tell he was on the verge of laughter, "didn't think you had this in you!"

TFC grinned, "Oh, I've got a lot of surprises in me kiddo, honestly I didn't think I did either but I'm not about to squander it in the mines all day when this is finally an option again."

He could hear Doc mining his way out, maybe slightly faster than would be normal, but definitely not fast enough to break out before he was done.

After a short and silent battle, TFC placed the last of the obsidian, and as he stowed away the empty shulkers, he could hear another curse from the box, indicating that Doc had just reached the obsidian layer.

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139 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

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You know, I don’t really know if this has been wholly intentional or not, but I do like that Kal’tsit is consistently bad at handling warrior-types.

We all know Skadi is very sweet on Doctor and quite fond of them, but with Kal’tsit, every interaction has either been that of tense antagonism or casual disdain, with Skadi more or less making it a point to be difficult with her.

Then you have W, who, to be fair, is difficult with absolutely everyone, but she’s a different kind of unwieldy with Kal’tsit: Whereas she’ll be a regular cunt to everyone, she particularly likes to dig at Kal’tsit’s past, especially the one shared with her, making implications that, unlike herself, Kal’tsit isn’t really doing a good job of honoring Theresa’s memory.

On a lighter example, there’s the assassin, Platinum, who, despite her air of casual indifference, has a mean warrior’s streak to her. Platinum’s Files are one of the very few pieces of info in the game where we can see an honestly nervous Kal’tsit kind of losing her mind because Platinum is just completely unpredictable to her and has the skillset to truly be dangerous to Rhode Island if she chooses to. Unlike the previous examples, where she does have some ground to interact with them, Platinum is an absolute enigma to her, and Platinum herself doesn’t really care about Kal’tsit, thus she doesn’t show her even an inch of her hand.

And one last example I want to posit, which I find one of the most telling if not one of the most humorous, is Pallas, who unlike the previous examples, isn’t really involved in conspiracies or whirlwinds of intrigue, and is quite simply an admittedly bizarre person that otherwise likes the arts, drinking, and fighting, particularly in the context of heroics but won’t turn down a sundry brawl either. This is someone that, by all means, should get along well with the altruistic, well-learned, cultured Kal’tsit. But the very first thing Pallas says the moment she and Doctor are out of earshot is “man, Madame Kal’tsit kinda sucks, lmao, but don’t worry, I have a feeling we’re going to get along Just Fine 👌” <- translated from Pallas Speech.

Kal’tsit just can’t meaningfully bond with the different warrior-types, but Doctor is very good at that, which makes the way they are good at bonding with Sarkaz and Abyssal Hunters make all the sense in the world, thinking about it. Watch this come into play when handling Extremely Warrior-type and narrative foil, Talulah, in the future.

#arknights #Kal’tsit #Skadi #W #Pallas #Platinum

[loverhymeswith]

For the smutty prompts, how about 38: “We passed “just friends” about 20 fucks ago” with Holder? 😍❤

(and yes... Sorry it's another Holder ask, but he is just 😘👌)

Just Friends | Stephen Holder x F!Reader

Enough

Word count: 1,122 words

Warnings: Swearing, implied smut

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“Do you have to be here for this?” you frown across the room at Holder as you open the laptop. He’s sprawled out in the armchair opposite, watching you with a devious grin spreading across his face.

“Got no place else to be,” he shrugs, a glint of mischief evident in his soft hazel eyes. “’Sides, I wanna say ‘hey’ to your folks. They love me, remember?”

“They met you for ten minutes after you effectively broke into their house,” you correct him, wincing at the memory. “I think ‘love’ might be a stretch.”

“Eh, details.” He waves his hand casually. “Just pretend I ain’t here.”

There’s no chance of that happening, not when your entire body is keenly aware of his presence. Even after spending the last few weeks in his company, you haven’t quite adjusted to the dizzying effect Holder seems to have on you.

“Just... be quiet, OK?”

Moments later, the familiar faces of your parents fill the laptop screen, the image somewhat grainy thanks to their poor internet connection out in the countryside.

You plaster on your most convincing smile, conscious that Holder is watching you like a hawk from his position in the armchair.

“Hi Mom, hi Dad.”

You despise video calls, but with your parents insisting on witnessing with their own eyes that you are still in one piece after your injury, the webcam seemed like the lesser of two evils. The idea of them actually travelling to see you was too much to bear, an unnecessary complication to add to your rapidly growing list of things to worry about.

“Where are you, sweetie?” Your mother squints at her screen, trying to place your surroundings. “That doesn’t look like your apartment.”

“I’m staying with a friend,” you tell her somewhat sheepishly. “You remember my partner, Stephen Holder?”

“Friend?” Holder whisper-shouts across the room, an eyebrow raised in mock outrage. “Think we passed “just friends” about 20 fucks ago.”

Frantically clicking the mute button, you try to maintain a neutral expression for the camera, despite your utter mortification. God, you hope the mic didn’t pick up on that.

“Shut up or get out,” you hiss in Holder’s direction, your eyes fixed on your parents’ confused expressions.

“What was that? We can’t hear you. Is this thing working?” Your father starts prodding the screen with his finger.

Switching your mic back on, you force a pleasant smile whilst studiously ignoring the smirk on Holder’s face.

“It’s working fine, dad. You can hear me now, right?”

“Hate these things,” he mutters. “Don’t know why we couldn’t have just driven down to see you.”

“You hate the city,” your mother reminds him, rolling her eyes. “Too much crime. Too much murder.”

Sinking back into the couch, you listen to your parents bicker for the next few minutes as they weigh up the merits of city life and wonder aloud if you will ever move back home. Not likely.

You can feel Holder’s eyes on you the whole time. You don’t need to glance up to know that he’s the picture of amusement. Out of eyeshot of the camera, you throw a rude gesture in his direction.

“Did you say you’re staying with Stephen?” Your mother eventually changes the subject and you feel your pulse quicken at the mention of his name. “He seemed nice.”

“He climbed into our house through her bedroom window, in the middle of the night,” your father grumbles. Clearly, he hasn’t forgotten that little stunt either.

Your mother shakes her head. “It was romantic.”

“That’s what I said!” Holder crows, triumphantly.

Your mother's face lights up in excitement. “Oh, is that him? Come over here, dear. Let me get a look at you.”

You shoot Holder a warning look over the top of the screen but he’s already walking over, a smug expression on his infuriating face. He drops onto the sofa beside you, far too close to truly keep up the pretence of friendship, and waves at the screen.

“Don’t worry, I’m takin’ good care of her,” he assures your parents, slinging an arm around your waist. It’s fortunate they can’t see the way his hand slips beneath the hem of your shirt, his fingers drawing soft circles as they drift over your skin.

“I knew I liked you.” Your mother smiles affectionately at your partner, clueless to the way his touch is causing your skin to flush and tighten with desire. You are going to kill him, just as soon as you get off this call.

“Make sure she gets plenty of rest,” your mother adds. “She works herself far too hard, but she won’t listen to us.”

You feel Holder chuckle beside you, his hand squeezing your hip. “Yes ma'am. I’m keepin’ a close eye on her. Makin’ sure she has everythin’ she needs.” His hand rises to your bra strap, his fingers teasing the fastening.

You’re forced to sit through another twenty minutes of your parents catching you up on their surprisingly busy lives, whilst dodging questions about your injury, the job, and most importantly, your love life. Not to mention, having to contend with Holder’s not so subtle attempts to have you spontaneously combusting live on webcam.

When your parents finally sign off, you close the laptop with a sigh of relief.

“That was fun,” Holder grins.

You glare at him. “That was painful. Were you trying to kill me?”

“Nah, just thought you needed loosenin’ up.” He takes the laptop from where it rests on your knees, placing it on the low table instead. When he leans back, he draws you into his embrace, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“How you feelin now?”

“Fine.” You melt into his touch. “Better.”

As much as you love them, speaking to your parents often feels like walking along a high wire, balancing who you really are with who they want you to be. Despite your initial annoyance, you are actually grateful for the distraction that Holder provided.

“Good.” He kisses you softly. “Now, I best get you into bed. You heard your moms. Plenty of rest.”

Your fingers drift up to the collar of his t-shirt, dancing over the sliver of bare skin beneath his chain. “I don’t want to rest.”

“Oh?”

You shake your head, dropping your voice an octave. “I want you.”

Holder grins. “Know I’m all yours, baby. However you want me.”

You lean in closer to whisper in his ear. “Maybe we could make it 21 fucks?”

He draws back suddenly, eyes wide with surprise at your suggestion, before a heated gaze darkens his expression. “Oh snap, baby. What we waitin’ for?”

He scoops you into his arms and carries you bridal style into the bedroom.

#Stephen Holder #joel kinnaman #stephen holder x you #Stephen holder x reader #the killing #enough #drabble prompt

[for-your-comfort]

Could you do what Hanzo and his s/o do at the end of the day when he gets home from his training stuff and she gets back from her work? Not necessarily nsfw, could just be fluffy👌

a/n: i’m really happy to have gotten my first request, i hope this meets your expectations~

Late nights

Hanzo x reader

word count: 1232

summary: up there, only fluff

You sink into the silky sheets of your bed, exhaling deeply. He didn’t come. You half expected him not to, but it still stung a bit. These days Honzo was terribly busy with his training and your dates usually got pretty late unless it was one of his break days.

Sometimes he would call you after his training despite the time of day and then you would meet at your favourite park for a relaxing walk. Usually the two of you wouldn’t even speak much unless he made a hopeless attempt to joke around (which, you have to admit, is cute).

Today isn’t one of those days though, you think to yourself as your eyes flutter closed and you smile to yourself at the right of your boyfriend. Even calling him that makes your insides all warm, swarming with butterflies.

You don’t even realise when you drift off to sleep, but the peace doesn’t last long.

Loud clattering like pans flying onto the floor.

Your first thought: An intruder. A burglar. An assassin.

So many possibilities and not a single one pleasant, you are all alone at home. You grab the baseball bat you keep behind your bed and carefully slip out of the so comfortably warm covers, making your way to the kitchen.

You try to be as quiet as possible but your heart is racing loudly. You curse yourself for leaving your phone in the kitchen of all places.

Your approach is met by strange sounds, such as the preciously fallen pots being picked up and the fridge being opened to get eggs out.

You’re standing in the doorway now and staring at Hanzo, who’s just casually cooking away in your kitchen in the middle of the night with his back to you. Some oil splashes up as he drops eggs into the pan out of their shells and he puts his thumb in his mouth, cursing under his breath.

You can’t help but smile when he’s like this. During the day or training he’s always so graceful and ask his movements are perfectly calculated, but when he’s tired or feels like he can relax, especially after training, he almost seems clumsy at times.

You quietly set down the baseball bat in the corner and go to Hanzo to hug him from behind. You bury your face in his back and painfully get reminded by the fact that he probably came here straight after training ended.

He puts his hands over yours and chuckles. “I heard you coming”

You pull away from him and he turns around so you can look at his shiny sweaty face. Even now you want to kiss him. “Did you finally use the keys I gave you?”

He blushed slightly and smiled. “I did, I didn’t want to wake you but I was also hoping you’d like a 1am snack.”

You shake your head smiling and peck his cheek. “Why don’t you take a shower while I finish this up?” You eye the plain egg in the frying pan and in your head already think about cutting up some tomato and onion in there.

“I won’t be long!” Of course he won’t , he doesn’t have to wash his hair. He hurries away towards the bathroom, good thing he has spare clothes at your place.

You follow your plan of some more ingredients in the fried egg and quietly hum to yourself when you think he can’t hear you from the shower. A downside of dating a ninja though is no matter how tired or clumsy he is, you won’t hear him coming.

And now he’s the one hugging you from behind, engulfing you in a warm embrace that smells like your new body wash but also like him. You lean back into his touch when he kisses the top of your head and close your eyes.

“The eggs!”

You almost laugh at that but contain yourself just in time and swiftly lift the pan to cut the dish in half and drop a piece on each plate. He takes the plates while you take care of the cutlery and in no time you sit next to each other at your wide table, grinning like the two dorks you are while you eat.

You finish eating before him as per usual and sigh noticeably when you realise he’s trying to gobble his portion down way too quickly because of that, which makes him slow down and smile sheepishly.

“I missed you”, he tells you after his last bite safely arrived in his mouth and you get up to clean up, but he pushes your chair back so you have to sit again, kissing your forehead on his way to the sink with the plates.

You hear him washing the dishes and roll your eyes although he can’t see it. There’s plenty of people in the world who have to have half a fist fight with their partner to do anything around the house and here your sleepy boyfriend Hanzo is, not even letting you do anything in your own place while he’s present.

“Is that why you came at 3am?” A loud clatter but nothing seems to have broken

“I THOUGHT IT’S ONLY ONE IN THE MORNING”

“Tsk. ‘Only’”, you mutter under your breath and chuckle. “I don’t mind an early breakfast.” He puts everything in its rightful place and comes back, frowning. “It’s not funny. I didn’t mean to interrupt your sleep so early… late…? so late at night.”

“Oh come on you big dummy, it’s fine. I’m glad you’re here. I missed you too.” You say the last part more quietly and smile shyly, watching his cheeks turn redder. Of course he heard it.

He walks up to you and puts a hand under your knees and the other around your back and you know exactly where this is going.

“Hey, Honzo, don’t pick me uHUP!” You throw your arms around his neck and bury your face in his chest. You do secretly enjoy it, but you’re also a tiny bit scared when he holds you up so high from the ground. Why does he have to be this strong?

He starts walking in the general direction of the sofa, but turns abruptly to go to the bedroom when you mutter: “Bed. We’re tired.”

You gently land on top of your covers and quickly slip under them in a swift motion, holding up an opening. It’s always the same with Hanzo, if you don’t invite him to cuddle or don’t say it’s alright to go to bed, he won’t. And it’s so adorable.

Again you find yourself in his warm embrace, his scent surrounding you from everywhere. He doesn’t use any fancy products, it’s just the way he smells. It makes even the butterflies in your stomach skip a beat.

Your brain entirely becomes soft butter when he runs his fingers through your hair and only with a stupid chuckle do you think ‘He probably likes it so much because he has none’.

“I love you”, he mumbles into your hair and sighs happily. Your insides grow even warmer and you smile widely.

“I love you… too”, you manage weakly before your eyes are shut closed, your mouth too heavy to move and your brain too tired to function. The last thing you hear is Hanzo’s soft snores, indicating he has fallen asleep.

#hxh x reader #fluff #no angst rest easy #fanfic #hunter x hunter #hxh hanzo x reader #hanzo x reader #hxh x gn!reader #hanzo #hxh hanzo

[killemwithkawaii]

Being Lovesick!Sally's neighbor omg omg He's usually very good at covering his tracks after his Yan activities, but everyone makes mistakes, and one day maybe he leaves evidence behind and the puzzle pieces click. You make sure to wear less around the house, bending down an excessive amount or swaying seductively to music playing, knowing that he's watching makes it even more exciting. Maybe next time you have some "alone time" you'll leave the curtain open a sliver so he has a VIP view for the show he doesn't even know is for him ^.^ ~R

Holy shit YES the 'yan doesn't know that darling knows and is into it' yan trope is 💦💕👌👌👌GOLD👌👌👌💕💦

Lovesick!Sallys Neighbor being a willing Darling-

[CW: Stalking, voyeurism, unsanitary, gaslighting, lemon NS/FW]

>[Darling] starts noticing clothing, bedding, and objects out of place or missing more and more frequently ('I thought I made the bed this morning', 'why is my toothbrush wet?', 'what is this stain?', 'I could have sworn i had thrown that in the hamper' etc. etc.)

>Sal, who is canonically not good at lying, starts letting things slip- he knows a lot of personal info about [darling] they haven't told him directly and he starts having trouble remembering what tidbits they volunteered and what he gathered himself through some good old-fashioned B&E. After it happens enough times, him making 'lucky guesses' or claiming [darling] must have forgotten about telling him something starts to seem less and less probable...

>When they finally realize what's going on, [Darling] is really embarrassed at first- Sal must have seen them do some pretty unattractive things when they thought they were all alone (personal grooming, not obeying the 5-second rule, using their sleeve as a napkin, that kind of thing). It's mortifying, but after some consideration, they realize that if he's still watching them and breaking into their apartment after observing them totally uncensored in their own element for this long, then he must think they're something really special, imperfections and all.

>So they just act like nothing is different for a while. They still belch openly, scratch where it's needed, etc.- no sense in holding back if it didn't turn him off to them before, and they don't want to change their behavior so much that Sal would realize he's been caught and get scared off. Very slowly, they start to incorporate new habits- more dancing around the apartment, more spending time without pants, more licking their fingers and lips while eating, more sleeping in the nude...

>Their usual behavior also includes masturbating, and [darling] has to admit that's it kind of exciting to know that Sal may or may not be watching them, and perhaps doing the same. The thought leads them to doing it more and more often, eventually investing in new toys and provocative attire, which they casually leave out after making use of so that Sally can easily find them and make use of them as well.

>It becomes a very enjoyable game for [darling]. All the teasing, taunting, temptation, knowing that Sal doesn't know they're doing all this for him on purpose and that he wouldn't dare blow his cover and ruin the show, despite how visibly hot and bothered he gets around them in public now. It makes them want to keep pushing it further- Just how much can the ever-patient Sally take? How long can he just watch? What will finally snap his composure and force him to creep out of [darling]s closet one night to get a closer look at them, maybe even dare to brush the hair out of [darling]s face as they 'sleep', only for them to wake up and give him the surprise of his life when they invite him under the covers... only time will tell, and until then, [darling] will have a fun time waiting...~💕

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Note: If this theme interests you, you might also like...

Love-Sick Sally listening to his darling through the wall

Laundry Day~ (a collaborative NS/FW yandere!Sal x Reader fic)

#k.e.w.k. answers #k.e.w.k. writes #sally face imagine #sal fisher #sal fisher x y/n #sal fisher x reader #yandere sal fisher #yandere #tw yandere #tw voyeurism #tw stalking #tw unsanitary #tw gaslighting #lemon #sorry steve #i either write no fics or all the fics there is no in-between lol #r anon