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hispg · 8 months

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Whiny boy

Pairings: R4! Leon x Fem! Reader

Wc: 2.1k

Summary: You always bicker with your roommate Leon, but now the bickering goes a little bit different..

Warnings: Porn without plot, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, dom Reader, sub Leon, overstimulation, shameless smut.

An: Yes, I'm obsessed with Roommate Leon, I can't help it.

God knows how you got into this situation, riding your roommate, humping his erection like a bitch in heat, making out with him like it was the last time.

You never got on very well with him, the two of you were always at each other's throats, exclusively because Leon kept working out in the living room, not caring about all the times you asked him to do it in his room.

But he kept doing the same thing, working out in the middle of the living room, shirtless, just wearing those short shorts that barely covered his thighs. And whenever he started to sweat, his shorts would get wet, threatening to become almost transparent.

The bastard knew how much it turned you on every time he flexed his biceps while doing a weightlifting set. And he did it precisely because he got your attention that way, he'd see you biting your lip when he started doing push-ups, when he'd be covered in sweat and breathing heavily.

Could he work out at the gym? Yes, of course. But he liked to have his special audience watching.

You.

"Fuck - Holy shit, please." He begged in a whimper, desperate to be able to touch you.

He looked so miserable, whimpering and moaning so erotically beneath you, so helpless. Even if he had enough strength to push you aside and pin you to the floor.

But he liked this position, being submissive to you. Acting like a dumb, needy little boy, desperate for your touch.

"That's what you get for being so stubborn." You whisper, pressing your wet pussy to the head of his swollen cock, enough to elicit a loud whimper.

He rolled his eyes back and curled his fingers into the carpet, in a state of ecstasy and needing something to hold onto.

"Please..." He begs once more, sobbing your name again and again.

You give a sideways smile, forcing your breast into his mouth, making him let out a soft cry at the sensation.

His eyebrows furrowed, and he moaned against your flesh, wrapping his tongue around your sensitive nipple and making you moan.

You could feel the amount of pre-cum leaking out of him, soaking his shorts and underpants at the moment. But what could the poor guy do?

His mind was blank, all he could do was moan and whimper, feeling totally at your mercy.

He was so hard it hurt, his cock stuck painfully in the uncomfortable fabric of his boxers, and you refused to touch him or let him touch you.

He deserved it.

"Mmhm, let me eat you out." He moans and sobs at the same time, his voice being muffled by your breast.

"Shut up." You say authoritatively, pushing your breast against his lips once more.

You feel his body arching underneath you, just as he thrusts his hips upwards, coming into contact with you once again.

A pornographic moan escapes his lips, he couldn't bear to feel you so wet and he couldn't do anything about it. Although by then he didn't know what was what, whether it was his pre-cum oozing out or the slippery liquid coming out of you.

"If only you'd listen to me." You murmur in his ear, giving light bites and licks.

His voice vibrated against your skin as he closed his eyes tightly. His cock was throbbing and twitching in his pants, he didn't know how long he could keep it up.

You could swear he had a few tears in his eyes, the poor guy felt so miserable.

"Ooh? What? You look so beautiful like that." You force a warm tone, but make clear the debauchery behind it.

He gripped his fingers in the carpet, breathing heavily and moaning so much, he was close, and the way his cock was throbbing made it clear.

"Fuck, fuck, let me touch you." He begged like a puppy, trying to make the best sly face he could.

In response, you rubbed against his tip, he was so sensitive and so close that you could feel the sticky liquid leaking out of him. Just as you couldn't deny that your panties were soaked, you could already tell they were dripping.

He didn't even have to look, he could feel how wet and dirty his shorts were. It was so humiliating, you were being so mean to him, making him cum in his shorts.

But he deserved it, of course he deserved it.

"Mhm, what? Are you going to cum like that?" You tease him shamelessly, moving against him even more.

You saw clearly when he rolled his eyes, gripping the carpet even tighter, if that was possible.

He started sucking your breast harder, hard enough that you could feel his teeth lightly brushing against you. He was sure to leave marks, you bet.

You smiled, leaning on his chest, taking advantage of the fact that he was shirtless, and squeezed him a little, feeling how firm his body was.

With a sly little sound, he let go of your nipple, which was now quite red and swollen from all the sucking.

His eyes went wide and his mouth hung open, his mind was scattered and empty, all he could think about was you.

The way you had him underneath you, riding him and keeping him down. God, it was more than enough to make his blood throb, you had no idea how much he had fantasized about this moment, somehow.

Just out of spite, you sat right on top of his erection, giving him the opportunity to feel your wet slit, at which point he felt so much in the moment that he didn't care about anything else.

He could see and feel how wet his own shorts were getting, he could already tell how sticky things were getting down there.

"I'm sorry, I-I don't do that anymore." Another apology, though it wasn't apologizing that he wanted.

He only asked like that because he wanted you to move, he wanted to at least have a slight taste of what it was like to have you riding him, that's all he could think of.

"Say it again, I want to hear it one more time." You tease him once more, moving slowly, almost to a stop.

"I-I won't, -" He stopped, only to let out another loud moan as he felt your entrance being rubbed against his swollen tip, eliciting a more than impure sound from him.

You stop once more, grabbing him by the chin and forcing him to look at you, "Look at me while you talk." You mutter, starting to move again, still holding him and forcing his gaze towards you.

It was a punishment, and one he was accepting without complaint. And he would continue to accept it, like a good boy.

"S-sorry, I won't, - Fuck, do it again." It was the best he could manage, his eyes rolling back once more.

He wouldn't last much longer, his cock was throbbing and completely sensitive, ready to spurt his cum. And he certainly wasn't going to hold back, he was dying to release, he couldn't deny it.

Placing both hands on his chest, you began to rub into him once more, your hips rolling against the tent in his shorts, you could already see the wet spots emerging.

Oh, he was cumming.

"Ah! Oh, fuck! Fuck-" He groaned loud enough to echo around the room, his body writhing and the first spurts coming out.

Without any shame he came in his own pants, you could feel the hot liquid on yourself, since the fabric of his clothes was thin and cheap.

Still, that didn't mean he stopped bucking his hips upwards, desperate for more, for anything, any touch.

"Look at that..." You babbled, lifting his face and making him look down, seeing the mess he'd just made.

He hadn't even recovered from the high, he was still gasping for breath and whimpering, and you could bet he was still releasing a few smaller spills of cum. Even you didn't know how needy the poor guy was, maybe you'd stimulated him too much.

"For you." He answered under his breath, almost embarrassed about what he had done.

You let out a giggle, kissing him quickly on the lips, something you hadn't done in a while, as a way to punish him. So simple, but he was overcome by the feel of your lips on his, as if it was the sweetest thing you'd ever done.

"Again..." He looked at you with piteous eyes, as if he depended on it to breathe.

He looked like a poor helpless boy, begging you to touch him in some way, your touch capable of making him fall apart in a matter of seconds.

Once again you pressed your lips to his, but this time it was a longer, even sloppier kiss, because as soon as he could, he slid his tongue into your mouth, moaning all the while.

Who would have thought that a sour-faced guy like him could be so sly. So whiny.

Pushing your hands down, you found the waistband of his shorts, and it wasn't long before you were pulling them off him, pulling his underwear with them.

And there he was, completely exposed to you. His cock hard once again, resting on his stomach. Now you were aware of all the mess he'd made, his thighs and groin completely messed, you could already see even without touching how sticky the area was.

Delicately, your fingertips reached his tip. You were just caressing it without going too far.

As a reaction from his body, he thrust his hips upwards in desperation to find more of your touch.

"Please. Anything." Another plea, baby blue eyes staring intensely at you. Waiting for anything.

You got the message, and this time you would comply with his request.

As if you were an expert, you took off your clothes in a matter of seconds, getting completely naked for him.

And at the sign of you he blinked, salivating and biting his lip, paying attention to your features, the way your body was so perfectly beautiful.

Before he could understand, you were on top of him once again, this time brushing the head of his cock against your entrance, just giving him a taste of what was to come.

His hands left the carpet and found your waist, holding you tightly, doing what he had wanted to do for ages.

Without telling him, you sank into him, feeling his cock all the way in. All at once, and it fit so well.

"Shit-" he gasped, his nails scratching and digging into your skin lightly.

His eyes were closed and his chest was rising and falling, he was in a state of purest ecstasy.

As soon as you lay on top of him, his hands came down to your sides, gripping tightly, as if he didn't want to let you go.

And he wouldn't.

Your movements were slow and steady, up and down. Leon's dumb face was priceless, the way your name rolled off his lips, the way he let out the dirtiest of moans every time, without worrying about anything else.

You could see how hard he was trying not to come too quickly, but his body betrayed him, the way he rolled his eyes every time your warm walls tightened around him. Or the way he was squeezing your sides even tighter, hard enough to leave a bruise.

His body squirming beneath you, just as he was thrusting his hips faster, moaning and whimpering non-stop.

"Mhmmh, I'm almost..." All he muttered, starting to pound even harder.

"Go on." You whispered, feeling your own orgasm approaching.

You were so wet that you just slid into him without any effort, just moving up and down. Rocking your hips against his.

The sounds of your moans in his ear were too much, his name coming out of your lips in the sweetest of whimpers, it was more than he could ask for. More than enough to send him over the edge.

"Fuck.fuck.fuck." He uttered, holding you tight, slamming his cock into you like never before.

You both moaned loudly at the sensation, unable to think of anything else. Leon couldn't hold back any longer than that, still sensitive from the last orgasm.

Two or three thrusts later he came, with a long, loud cry. You feel the hot spurts inside you, and that's all it took for you to wet his cock, making a mess of it.

His arms wrapped around you, preventing you from moving, he wouldn't let you go, he didn't care about the mess he'd have to clean up afterwards.

You surrendered there, clinging to him and enjoying the post-sex feeling.

For today you'd both given the all-clear, today's bickering ended in a different, unusual way, so to speak.

Maybe having Leon as a roommate wasn't so bad, on the contrary.

It was too good.

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drunkenskunk · 2 months

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Did you name your mech after an old Texas soda that you can only find in Texas and like two other states near it????

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Red_(soft_drink)

As it happens: no! There are two reasons for the name.

Reason 1: Watsonian

The "official" name (or at least as much as anyone remembers) is R4GE MACHINE, because the serial number starts with R4, and it is a GMS Everest. However, "Big Red" is what everyone calls the mech, because it is big and chunky for a size 1, and it is covered in a billion different shades of red paint. The reason it's so big and chunky is because it used to be a Sagarmatha when it was built midway through the Hercynian Crisis, and, due to necessity, had to be downgraded to a smaller chassis after the Union Civil War.

(I need to update these sprites. I never got around to coloring them properly, except for the one red pixel for the optics, and I still need to add the Hunchback boombox on the right shoulder that houses the Leviathan heavy assault cannon.)

There is also a COMP/CON unit within the mech that calls itself RED. It's been online for the entire length of the mechs existence, and has embedded itself so thoroughly in the system hardware that it is impossible to get rid of it, no matter how many parts are replaced. The "personality" of this COMP/CON can be summarized "What if BT-7274, but he just kept losing pilots after Lastimosa?"

<<PROTOCOL 3: PROTECT THE PILOT>>

It is currently unknown - both in universe and otherwise - if there is any genuine paracausal tech hidden somewhere in the guts of Big Red, and that's why the COMP/CON is Like That... or maybe this is just what happens to what should be a non-sapient computer program when you keep it online for close to 500 years.

Reason 2: Doylist

Red is an old character of mine that I adapted into a mech for this Lancer game. Sort of. The mech has become something significantly different than the original character, because the reason for the COMP/CON's aggression is a version of robot PTSD: he has lost so many pilots over the years, and is determined not to lose another.

The original Red, however, is... well, take a look.

Red - at least, the original iteration of the character - was something I made when I was a very angry teenager. And I think it shows.

Red is like if the chaos god Khorne and the eldar's Kaela Mensha Kaine from Warhammer hatefucked and had an equally hateful baby. Red is a creature of unfiltered aggression. It is destructive rage manifest. It hates everything and everyone, and will not be satisfied until everything it hates is gone. Which is everything. The is no reason or justification or meaning for this hatred, and nothing to explain why it butchers and kills and destroys and murders its way across the stars; it simply IS.

And it cannot be contained.

That wedge-shaped hunk of metal on its head is not armor: it is all that remains of the last prison built in a desperate effort to stop its rampage. Red could get rid of the hunk of metal obscuring its vision at any time, but deliberately chooses to keep it in place as a cruel mockery of any and all who stand against it.

Two different starting points, two radically different stories, two different "individuals," but still technically the same character. At least, as far as I'm concerned.

I do this kind of thing all the time. Or... y'know, I did, back when my hands worked regularly. I make a character, turn them into a base template "starting point," and then slowly rework them into a new iteration, to fit whatever purpose I need to suit whatever setting I put them in.

So no, Big Red is not named after a soda lol

#drunk skunk answers #Lancer #Lancer RPG #In Golden Flame #vex wasn't lying that one sure is plumed in golden flame #GMS Everest #watsonian vs doylist

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dreamauri · 10 months

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‧˚⊹ 𝗱𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 ଓ :: 𝗠𝗩𝟭 ‧₊˚⤾

you are reading :: part seven !!

╭╯ pairing . . . max verstappen x fem! driver! reader ) ┊ summary . . . ugh, what is going on ) ┊ genre . . . angst) ╰╮ warning . . . X )

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R4, MEDIA DAY Friday, April 4 2024 — Suzuka International Racing Course, Japan

"I'll take Yuki as my teammate. He's the local." You nodded as soon the the host concluded the rules to the challenge the two RedBull teams must complete. A tour around the city. Who ever takes the best pictures in 2 and a half hours with the Japanese city wins.

"If we want to make the best pictures, I think we have to look good ourselves first." You suggested as you carefully drove through the packed city of Tokyo. "Oh! That's a great idea." Yuki nodded, playing with the setting of the camera he was given.

"What's the best tourist places in our reach?" "Oh I know a really nice place."

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"You guys are la- we lost." Daniel turned to Max after seeing you hop out of the Alpha Tauri themed car. "We lost?!" Max looked up shocked, only to see Yuki pull you out of the car.

"We lost." The Dutch man nodded, pursing his lips as he watched you walk towards where they were sitting in a kimono. "We forfeit! They won!" Max raised his hands up frowning playfully.

"We didn't go over the pictures yet." The host reasoned, laughing nervously as Max stood up to get a closer look at your clothing. "No need. Look at her." Max argued gesturing to you with both his hands.

Your team did end up winning with the best pictures. Max and Daniel's were either blury, them laughing or posing like the two idiots they are.

"Here you guys are." "Oh the thing is empty, we can write our names on it." Yuki laughed as the host gave you the little trophy. "Yuki deserves this one for being the best photographer." You praised handing the trophy to your teammate.

"Haha, I beat you." Yuki teased Max, sticking his tongue out at the red bull drivers. One laughed and the other forced his. You all took a photo together to lock in the memory, with Max standing beside you gently putting his hand on the small of your back.

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user adam sandler (max) what are you doing here ↳ user max: waiting for them to play gangnam style

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"Yuki is cooking for us tonight!" Daniel cheered as he recorded Yuki making stir-fry on the stove, ordering Max around ( who for some reason decided to help with cutting some veggies up). You sat on the island counter watching quietly.

"Mate, I don't even know what I'm doing." Max laughed as he wiped his onion tears. "Thinner!" Yuki scolded making Daniel laugh and you chuckle. "Here." You offered, taking the knife from Max and doing his task instead, and perfectly as well.

"See! Thank you, Y/N. Max, your fired." Yuki joked as Daniel and Max laughed their asses of. "I dont even get paid." "Less food for you then."

"Your holding them- here." When the meal was ready and you all sat down to eat, Max watched as Yuki taught you how to hold your chopsticks, feeling his jaw clench with the way your hands were touching.

"You want some?" You offered Max the beef chops which were denied from him. "Please." He hummed leaning down so you could feed him. You chuckled watching his mouth his chase the beef as you pulled you chopsticks away jokingly.

And when it was time for bed, you waved good night to Yuki before catching a ride with Danny and Max to your hotel.

"Can we tall about what happened? In Australia?" He finally asked once he walked you to your room, watching you pause as you pressed your key card to the sensor.

". . . What happened in Australia?" You turned to face him confused, tilting your head trying to remember as you pushed the door open. "You know, when you got drunk and . . . Never mind." He waved his hand, dismissing his thoughts.

"No no, tell me." You instead turning your body to face his. "What happened in Australia?" "Nothing happened . . ." "You wouldn't have asked if there was nothing." You urged, folding your arms and waiting paitently. "You- . . . We made plans to have dinner together- and spend the break in Monaco, at mine."

He spoke slowly, fiddling with the wallet in his hands as he avoided eye contact with you. A small smile covered your face upon hearing his words. "Is that all, Max?" He hummed looking down at his shoes, giving a small nod. "Text me the details then. I'll be waiting."

"Good night, Max." He closed his eyes, feeling your soft lips peck his check. "Excuse me." He heard your door shut, feeling horrible for lying. He couldn't bring himself to leave. Like an addiction, Max felt like he was going through withdrawal. You were his drug. He needed you.

The feeling of your lips didn't belong on his cheek, but on his own lips, same way you showed him that night in Australia.

The Dutch man pulled himself together and walked down the hall to his own room, the room where he'd think about you all night with his hands in his pants.

whispering your name to the sheets of his bed like a prayer.

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R4, FREE PRACTIEC TWO Friday, April 5 2024 — Suzuka International Racing Course, Japan

"And- Oh she spins out."

You leaned your head on the steering wheel in dissapointment. You just couldn't get this turn.

It was your first time in Suzuka and you couldn't nail it like you 'should've'. "You okay?" You heard through your radio. You darkly chuckled as you assessed the damage taken on your car. "Fuck no. I want to fuckin drown my self."

Your PR manager had stayed by your side through the rest of the day with the fear that you'd actually follow through with your claim.

As if you'd give up now. You still needed to win a championship.

"I hate my life." You groaned, pushing Killian to the side to make space for your self on the small foldable chair. Your older brother pulled you on his lap, bouncing you as if you were two years old. "You don't." "I'm on one of the worst cars on the grid." You reasoned.

"Haas?" "I'm on the second worst car on the grid." You corrected folding your arms with a huff. "I wasn't informed that there was going to be meeting." You heard Meike come up from behind you, setting down his own chair and sitting beside you.

A frown crossed your face as you looked at your twin's face. You couldn't see anything but the scar tracing up from the corner of his eye up to his hairline. "It doesn't hurt." He assured, feeling you trace the scar so gently and carefully. "It does to me." You huffed playfully pushing his face away making him laugh.

"Top secret meeting?" Alex Albon joked as he walked by with his girlfriend. Your brothers laughed, nudging your shoulders playfully. You could only shake your head, leaning back and squishing Killian.

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R4, RACE DAY Sunday, April 7 2024 — Suzuka International Racing Course, Japan

"Hey, have you seen Y/N?" Max looked up from his phone confused looking around your motorhome like a lost puppy, holding up two Redbull cans. The staff stared at him quietly pointing at the back outside where you were warming up.

He found you doing hand stands while chatting with Yuki. "He's like a duckling following its mum." Yuki commented quietly making Max frown in denial and shake his head quickly. Was Max following you around a lot? Maybe, yes. He even found himseld paying attention to detail; for example, he found out when and the only times you drink red bull, its the watermelon flavour.

So he was standing timidly holding out the red can for you. "Max?" You looked at him upside confused. "Thought you could use the extra fuel." He joked lightly making you chuckle, a small smile covering your face.

Although it was a disappointing race for you with P6 for you and P5 for Yuki, Max still dragged you out to celebrate his win. He kept you to his side the whole night sharing drinks and dancing to the beat of the music in a hidden corner.

He knew you probably wouldn't remember any of this like last time. The way your arms wrapped around his waist and the way you fit perfectly in his arms as you rocked gently. "Dafiiii awiiiii," [soooo warmmm] You giggled happily snuggling your body into his.

He caressed the back of your head pressing a soft kiss in the crook of your neck. Could he ever do this when you were sober? He wanted to hold your hand all the time, to hug you and shower you with affection and kisses and love. You brang him so much relief and comfort, he didn't want to be anywhere but with you. Maybe he is like a baby duckling following its mom.

Max knew it was wrong, but what was the harm in just one kiss.

Just one more?

A couple few wouldn't hurt?

one more?

just one more.

last one.

one more, Y/N. give me more.

please?

He kept lying to himself, 'next kiss and that's it' but he couldn't get enough of you. Pulling you flush against his body as he made out with you. Falling deeper in love with you with each moan slipping into his mouth.

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2007 — somewhere in France / Germany

Your feet hurt. You've been walking for hours upon days, almost a week now. You haven't eaten or taken a break since the beginning of your journey five days ago.

Your body was aching and you were soaked and cold from the rain, walking through the empty road, a shudder leaving you breath as you forced yourself to not look back. "Find Marwan, find marwan." You remneded yourself as you apprached a small village. 'Maybe we can catch a break, get new clothes? Eat?' 'No. We have no time.' You shook your head continuing to walk.

'What do you mean we have no time? We're just seven! We're travelling alone. And probably illegally crossed the boarder. We need a break.' "No. We don't." You mumbled out loud as you avoided the few trucks that drove by. 'We need to go home.' "Right now, we have no home. So can you shut up while I find us one?!" You snapped halting in your steps out of anger.

Who were you shouting to? Yourself? Your voice of reason? Your consciousness? Were you finally going insane? You could only shake your head and continue walking. It was finally dawn by the time you reached your destination. The brisk weather of early morning Paris.

'Now what? It's not like he's waiting for us. And we dont have money to make a phone call. We don't even know his number to make a phone call. We don't even speak French.' "Shut up. We're fine. We're fine. We're fine. We. are fine."

The police found you first before you could find your uncle. You sat in a police station, looking between the two cops who tried to communicate you, quietly drinking through a warm cup of hot chocolate. You shrugged every now and then, telling them you didnt understand.

"Hey, c'est l'enfant disparu de Stuttgart?" [hey, is that the missing child from stuttgart] a lady officer walkd in confused. "Quoi?! Allemagne? Qu'est-ce que tu fais ici." [what?! germany? what are you doing here?] "Elle ne parle probablement pas français." [she probably doesn't speak french]. "English?" the lady offered but there was no reacion from you.

"Deutsch?" [german] Your eyes lit up at the familiar language, nodding quickly. "Was machst du hier? Deine Familie sucht dich zu Hause?" [what are you doing here your family is looking for you back home] You furrowed your eyebrows at the mention of the three males back 'home'. That was not your home. Neither were they your family.

"Ich suche meinen Onkel. Er wird mich aus deinen Händen nehmen . . . Bitte." [I'm looking for my uncle . . . he will take me off you hands] "sehr gut." [very well]

It wasn't long until Marwan was running into the station, with you running in his arms. "Bete3eli eh hena? Khaweftoina kolena." [what are you doing here? you scared us all] He scolded you but you could only begin to cry in his arms. He sighed caressing the back of your head as he lifted you up, taking you home home. Home where you grandparents had flew in after hearing the news of your disappearance and Home where aunt Khadija had been worriedly pacing the halls.

Home where you belonged.

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thewritersaddictions · 1 year

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Drabbles: (R4) Leon S. Kennedy- Protecting You

Whatever had caused you to get into this mess you hadn’t the slightest clue. All that you did know was that nobody, not anyone from the government was coming to save you at all. You were to far out, in a place to protected by random scanvangers that nobody was going to make it through.

You had no idea what was really going to happen to you. All you know as that you had be whisked away, taken from your small apartment, knocked out and woken up on a small cot in a dark and disgust dungeon. If you were someone special then yeah sure maybe people would be missing you but you didn’t work for some high official, you weren’t apart of the government in any manner of speaking. You were simply just the daughter of some random low life politician. One that would never make it out of being mayor of your small town.

You body ached, and your heart was racing as you were awoken by loud clanging noises and screams of what sounds like other women. You back hurt, and so did your head. Having probably been knocked over the head with the back of a gun. People were honestly scarier then anything else that you could imagine. Your mind raced as you thought for so many reason why they would pick you off the street, off the random chance that you were connected to someone of great importance.

You went through your mind as you shivered at the cold air breezing by. Your father had said something grand, almost to grand for someone who had only just been elected to office a few months ago. “Oh love Bug, you must be ready for that meeting with the director of the CIA. You and I are going to meet up with him in a few days in Washington. Be ready with a wonderful dress, and bring your table manners.” It was text message that your father had sent just nearly two days ago.

Then the pardoned set in, not that panic hadn’t already taken over. The CIA. Where is your phone. What could they possibly want with you. You had nothing to do with deals or conversation you didn’t have with the CIA. Someone was just simply using you has leverage on… well the government. Your panic drew away, and fear set in. Dewar that you might never make it out alive, fear that you might die here away from your family, away from the safety of your apartment.

You didn’t know anything and yet still after screaming and yelling at your captures that you knew nothing they still insistend that you did. They were hellbent on making you talk. Taking as many chances as they could to torture you until your body gave up. Cut wounds, gashing, and nearly being drowned before they dragged your almost lifeless body back to your cell. When they threw you in you landed hard on the dirty cold floor. Heart not pumping or racing as fast as it should. You laid there until your eyes closed and the weight lifted off your shoulders. For once in the week you had been there the fear you felt disappeared.

You awake to gunshots ringing out. Back and forth between the room outside the cell. Panic was there immidealty. Fear set in, and it crept you into the back of the cell. It had felt like weeks, months had passed as you sat in the corner of the cell. Shot rang out and as they got closer your heart raced with panic. With fear as you thought you might die right there. The shots got closer, and closer. You closed your eyes tight and wished, hoped that you were anywhere else then there. Wished that you were back in your warm apartment, underneath covers that kept you safe.

Then the sounds of the cell being opened rang out. The clinging of old metal scrapping gasping the concrete ground. You shivered and kept yourself deep in the corner of the cell. You were trying to push yourself, make yourself smaller then you actually were. The soft touch of a warm hand freaked you out. With a swing of your arm you accidentally hit your savior in the side of the head. “On hold now.” He said softly in the dry air. His hold on my wrist was to simply stop me from throwing more punches or swings.

“You’re okay now okay.” The voice was so nice, and I opened my eyes just to get a glimpse. “who are you?” The first words to leave my mouth. “I think the more important thing is who are you?” He asked me. “Y/n.” it felt so stupid, but the longer this random hero held onto my wrist the more I didn’t want him to release it. “Then good, I’m Leon. You’re father has been looking for you.” He said simply. Like there was nothing else to it.

“but… But why would… they asked me lots of questions about things I didn’t know anything about.” The words spilled out, but the weight that came off my shoulders felt like heaven. there was sad expression on his face. “They asked you for information. Did they torture you?” Leon asked. I looked down at the ground between my shoes. Shoes that had been new but now were dirty, and useless. His hand came up softly under my chin making me look at him.

My bottom lip was caught between my teeth. He didn’t ask again he instead pushed my head into his chest. My breathing had become harder, and erratic. My eyes filled with tears. “We have a few moments take a second and breath.” My minds was racing, tears were falling, and I wasn’t able to steady anything. They had tortured me for information I didn’t have, had taken me from my home. They had done things that I was about to tell this new stranger about. My crying turning into hiccups and tears mixed together.

“Y/n, do you hear my heartbeat?” I shook my head, words were not my best friend right now. “Good. I want you to listen to my heartbeat. Listen to that, and breath slow breathes. In and out, I’m not going to move either of us until you’re ready.” Lesson said sweetly into my ear. I listened to his heartbeat. For every beat I slowed my breathing, the tears stopping. My mind wasn’t racing as bad, but fears still rang out in my head.

When I felt okay, I moved away from his chest. “We can go now Leon.” I whispered, he stood up and helped me up with an outreached hand. My body hurt, maybe due to not eating n=but scraps for a week or more. My knees buckled as I stood and Leon wrapped a arm around my waist in an effort to help me walk alongside him. The more we walked, the more my feet started to work. We started to run as the gun shots started to ring out and bullets flew by the two of us.

Leon turned me. Eyes locking with my own. “Stay by my side, and I’ll get you out okay Y/n.” “Okay Leon.” I mutter out as we continued on our way to make it out alive. It isn’t until I’m back home in my apartment. Leon had driven me home, had walked me up to my apartment door. He had even opened it, made sure there was nothing waiting for me once I was inside. I turned when I realized I was safe enough. “Thank you Leon.” He turned and looked over at me. “Just my job Y/n.” “Still I want to thank you come and risking your life for me or anyone else.” I said simply before walking over and wrapping him in a hug. There was a moment of hesitation in his hug back. But regardless he hugged back, his head resting in my hair. “You’re welcome Y/n.”

Completed on: 04/03/23

Posted on: 04/03/23

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lashysdomain · 20 days

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@mageofspacemultiverse and @memurfevur 's Oc Name ARG Data

for those who AREN'T me who've spent the last 4 days and almost every waking and sleeping hour thinking about this, here's what we have so far + puzzles i've not yet been able to solve

characters: [name] - (blog they're at)

arceel - (memurfevur)

how we found out about yny??e (from here on referred to as E). ex moirail, used to be known as Balerion. this is the name that E knows him by.

Yny??e - (mageofspacemultiverse)

unable to speak fully. we're currently playing hangman to find out their name. We've guessed a e i o r n t s y d p w currently. letters guessed add to their appearance if wrong, and bring letters back to their text if guessed at all

the subjugate video

likely E's captor, or at least one of them. we've been told to hide from them, so DNI. please. i know, villian, but dni. summoned by us guessing the letters in 'resort' on accident.

i believe we may be able to summon balerion in a similar way. < i was wrong

the warden video (loud)

another of e's captors, 110% fucked up on this one. i didn't notice, both of these are my fault. implies we can join E, but unsure if that's simply a threat and nothing more.

current puzzle stands at y n y _ m e | n t r e p i

it seems wrong guesses aren't harmful, but if we bring their full body back before finishing the name i feel like something bad may happen.

extra characters and unsolved puzzles under the cut

watch'r - (memurfevur)

bound to arceel, knows what's going on fully, will take gossip as a bribe, unsure what he'll give. that's my bestie

BRIBE HIM. I NEED MORE CLUES.

ragana - (memurfevur)

pompous fucker. also knows what's going on, enjoys my suffering. i'mma stab. unlikely to actually answer questions, best to not give them attention.

unsolved puzzles

i'm currently still trying to solve these, but i'm at my wits end in a way

i believe this is a 3x6 grid code of some kind, it's not braille, or the tick tack toe cipher, the original grid isn't there on the images, however i've left them on just to keep the rows i believe exist clear. if you want the plain images let me know.

there's a strong belief between multiple people that it's a version of the polybius square cipher, but it doesn't have enough columns and we dont have the x or y letter sets to solve.

i think it's a type of adfgx cypher, and a and e are your translated letters. i am, however, missing a key

the other possible code could be from the polls, setting the positions of letters in another key the letters and their resulting poll result numbers are: e2 r4 p5 i6

p is interesting, and has the options of 20 5 20 8 5 18 which when put into an alphanumeric substitution cipher gives us "tether" could be nothing but that seems purposeful? every other poll has just 123...

the pastebin clues, found from the description of the subjugate video.

these are settings for the enigma machine. what we put into it probably hasn't been sent out yet.

Jcif xgs aphwvx rxdgdk jc boyf Irmm g inbfjh b qrqqevn onmzf Mcuvh omeccn diegypgp

pulled from the captions of the Warden video. We likely don't have all we need to solve for this yet.

i believe it might be a beaufort cipher, as it's the only one that's spit out real words to me, but we don't have it's key

#mun chitters

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housekonig · 6 months

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Closer to posting the R4, I promise!

AN: I realize this is the second time I've called Chris "PB" w/o explaining. It's short for Peanut Butter. I can explain/it'll become obvious why later...maybe?

Transcript Below:

NORA: Ah! There he is.

CHRISTOPHER: Hi Gan-Gan; Grandpop Carlton.

NORA: Tea?

CHRISTOPHER: No, thank you.

NORA: Good. Then, we can jump right in. Carlton.

CARLTON: I won't sweeten this for you, PB. We believe this book set for publishing could harm the family, and we're doing the little we can to shield us from potential damages.

CHRISTOPHER: Why is this book a bigger threat than any others?

CARLTON: We've read the foreword and a few manuscript chapters. Some facts and historical misinterpretations could be used as political leverage for the Abolitionist Front* and others. And frankly, with the state of the world, we don't want any unplanned risks or scandals. So here we are…

CARLTON: We'll capitalize on your blossoming popularity, increasing your appearances and patronages. You'll shake hands with celebrities, support the right causes, and say the right things.

CARLTON: We'll remind the people how beloved their Queen is while positioning you as the family's future. You'll have to do more soft diplomacy, meetings with Weily, and things like the R4.

CARLTON: We’ll dwarf any press and media the book receives. If he's on The Last Show Tonight, we're at a gala full decorations. If he's at a book signing, we are cutting a ribbon. We'll dominate the news cycle, leaving them arguing about protocol and our wardrobe.

CARLTON: And finally, when they're thoroughly enamored and waiting for us and the book, if they still care, we'll tease them with your Princely story's conclusion…a wedding.

CHRISTOPHER: A wedding?

NORA: A wedding.

#housekonig #konig.story #ts4 royal #ts4 royalty #ts4 royal family #ts4 royal legacy #the sims 4 monarchy #the sims 4 royal family #ts4 royal simblr #sim: christopher #sim: nora #sim: carlton #sim: michael lesly

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hotwaterandmilk · 10 months

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Last week was really rough due to some health issues, but I'm slowly working through them. No success on the scanner front though, so that whole thing continues to be up in the air.

This blog is where I go to post about stuff I like though, so that's what I'm going to do. Here are a few highlights from the last few days.

G-Witch Doujinshi!

I was lucky enough to score a copy of the G-Witch staff book from Comiket for not-the-worst price in the world . Look at how shiny those rings are, suck shit Bandai. (Seriously though, can't wait for that book to arrive with a few other things, the G-Witch team went all out and it looks gorgeous.)

Paripri Koumei mini-album!

They're really releasing an IRL "Dreamer" mini-album (per the manga) on October 25, which is giving me the energy to go on. Flower crown!!! hot chill hot!!! I cannot wait to listen to it on repeat for at least a month and thoroughly skew my Spotify Wrapped for the year.

Cheap Kageki Shojo!! R4 Blu-ray!

The ungodly fusion of Madman and Crunchyroll in Australia hasn't given shoujo fans a whole lot of anything, but they did manage to release Kageki Shojo!! this time last year. I finally broke down and bought it locally because the complete blu-ray set is currently $20AU in the distributor's winter sale. So there's a pro-tip for fellow local shoujo fans who are also poor as shit.

In terms of cheap-as bargains from that sale I'd also recommend the ACCA bd set for $20AU and the Flip Flappers bd set for $23.98.

More Fujii Mihona digital releases!

A new GALS!! digital anthology and another chapter of the new Ryuu-ou Mahoujin arc? Yes please! While they don't have a date yet, the promise of these releases in the coming weeks has me excited... Although I still haven't made good on my promise to re-read the OG volumes. ;o;

That's about all I can think of right now!

I'm sure I'm forgetting a bunch of things, but these were the highlights. If I can get on top of my pain this week I'd like to do some more reading/watching of things, but we'll see how things go. Thanks for sticking with me.

#personal #long post

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dez78 · 2 months

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Multi-Fanfiction Blog

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My name is Dez, I write in a lot of fandoms. Including video games, movies, and tv shows. Healthily into vampires and elves. (Not really though, I'm obsessed.)

This blog is poly safe and LGBTQ safe.

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I usually write for female characters, unless you guys want to request otherwise, I don't want to exclude anyone. See down below at the lists of dos and don’ts for me and my writing!

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Requests are open and welcome, ask away.

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What I will write:

Smut

Fluff

Hurt to comfort

Light Bondage

Angst

I'm also open to writing for your ocs if you wish.

I will write about my ocs as well.

Dom and Sub

Character Redemption or Character Condemnation

Tame Kinks

What I won’t write:

I won’t write about hard core slapping during intimate scenes (Only booty taps)

Being called slut or whore, or partners being disrespectful to each other (unless it’s during an argument and they don’t mean it later)

Nothing with an excessive amount of spit, and hard-core bdsm.

Won’t write about incest, unless it’s for the Game of Thrones franchise.

Nothing derogatory or abusive (Unless it's for a specific setting)

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RULES FOR MY PAGE: No destructive criticism, no negative comments, if you don’t like my writing then don’t read it, please (Constructive Criticism is welcomed)

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Baldur’s Gate 3:

Astarion

Shadowheart

Gale

Durge

Tav

Ocs

Star Wars (Clone Wars)

Fives

Rex

Wolffe

Anakin

Obi-Wan

Plo Koon

Hondo

Ahsoka

Jango Fett

Boba Fett

Ocs

Fallout 4:

Hancock

Nick Valentine

Nate

Nora

Danse

Piper

Mara (R4)

Heather

Ellen

Yekvad Company (My OCs)

Ocs

Skyrim:

Rumarin

Vilkas

Harkon

Roggi Knot-Beard

Ondolemar

Inigo

Lucien

Serana

Dragonborn

Caryalind

Taliesin

Ocs

True Blood:

Eric Northman

Sookie Stackhouse

Jason Stackhouse

Jessica Hamby

Ocs

Witcher (Netflix and Witcher 3):

Geralt

Yennefer

Jaskier

Ciri

Ocs

LOTR:

Legolas

Aragorn

Thranduil

Kili

Ocs

GOT:

The Hound (Sandor Clegane)

Jon Snow

Jaime Lannister

Ocs

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wax-birds · 3 months

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Morut/Haven

Paring~ Cody x FOC

Warnings~ None, just fluff and longing. (Please let me know if I’ve missed something.)

A/N~ This is my first time posting my writing! I appreciate any and all feedback and suggestions! Thank you!

She was sitting on her knees, working on a certain red astromech, when he approached her. He could tell she was late into her shift because the top of her jumpsuit was tied around her waist, and there were strands of hair swaying free from her regulation knot.

Her voice drifted through the empty repair bay as she spoke to the little droid.

"Alright, R4, how’s that feel?”

The mech trilled and spun her scomp happily.

“Good! You’re all set, then. Report back to the generals, fighter.”

R4 seemed less than thrilled about having to return to her post. She made a low tone and spun toward the hanger.

“R4 took damage in the battle this morning?”

Einara started, fumbling with her spanner wrench before hastily getting to her feet.

“Oh! Commander! Yes, but not badly; she just needed a new power cell for her shock prod. While I had her here, I went ahead and serviced her hyperdrive chip and added..."

She twirled a loose strand of hair before pausing.

“I’m rambling now. sorry lo..sir.”

Cody chuckled, hiding his grin behind his hand.

“You’re fine, Ein’ika.” He reassured.

Blushing at the nickname, she glanced around them before meeting his gaze.

“You weren’t hurt, were you?” Her eyes scanning him, looking for injuries.

“No meshla; today was mostly testing their defenses.”

“So no droids got punched?”

He faltered slightly. “Well...”

“Cody!”

“It’s more efficient!” He defended, laughing as he gently caught her wrists before she could turn away from him.

She pressed herself against him, and he guided her hands around his neck.

They stood in comfortable silence, appreciating the physical closeness of each other.

Cody began to sway them both slightly, sliding his hands down to her waist.

She sighed happily, toying with the curls at the base of his neck.

The moment was broken too soon by the beep of Cody’s wrist comm.

Groaning, he pulled her closer to him.

“I wish we could stay like this.”

She buried her face in his neck and placed a light kiss on the skin above his collar.

“I know love; I do too. But the Republic needs us.”

She began to step back, and he cupped her face. Pressing his forehead against hers, he stared into her eyes.

“The Republic may own my body, meshla, but my heart stays with you.”

Einara opened her mouth to reply, but another beep interrupted her.

Cody straightened and offered a small smile before it was replaced by the stalwart face of the Marshal Commander.

He turned on his heel, bringing his wrist to his face.

“Go for Cody.”

Einara watched until he was out of sight. Holding close the memory of the man beneath the title.

A shove at her leg brought her out of her thoughts.

A little custodian droid warbled at her side, a trail of oil behind him.

“Right, let’s get that leak fixed. Shall we?”

#star wars #commander cody #tcw #the clone wars #sw the clone wars #star wars fanfiction #commander cody x reader #sw tcw #clone commander cody #marshal commander cody #clone wars #clone wars fanfiction

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holmesillustrations · 6 months

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Bracket Info!

My starting list was the 700 illustrations included with first publications of each story or novel, this means the initial magazine printing in the uk and us (usually the Strand and Colliers, though other magazines get involved too especially in the later stories) plus the first novel edition if i could find it. I did Not include reprints or translations, but it might be fun for a later bracket if people want them!

I tried to get the best quality image available for each one but some are just not online unfortunately.

Bracket Poll

Full Bracket - This is in spreadsheet format because with 256 polls in round 1 and inconsistent image titles i can't figure out a more visual format, but im open to suggestions! I'll make some graphics once we hit the later rounds and there's a more manageable number

Bracket Graphic - From round 3 onwards

Polls All - R1 - R2 - Round 3 - R4 - R5 - R6 - Quarterfinals - Semifinals - Final Battle

Elimination Rounds (complete)

I filtered out some title banners and space-fillers/formatting-focused illustrations, but getting to 512 for a functional bracket is gonna take some elimination rounds first! Since part of the motivation here is to highlight some of the lesser known artists, i split this up into 30 'Sidney Paget' rounds, and 27 'Other Artists' rounds. These will last a week, but i'll be posting one of each every day (more or less lmao)

After these ill seed the proper bracket based on the elimination votes and we can narrow it down to a winner 1v1!

Poll Format Each poll will have 11-12 illustrations, the poll options are numbered and include a partial caption next to the artist name and story abbreviation (STUD, SIGN, SCAN &c.) Under a read more ill include the full captions, the print source, and a list of the characters or subjects present left to right.

You can see the list of story abbreviations here if you're not familiar with them, and that site also has a lot of publication info/history if you want a sneak peak at the illustrations and artists coming up that you might not have seen before 👀

Paget Eliminations

Other Artist Eliminations

Offensive Imagery and Language

I wanted to give a blanket warning for this bracket: These are drawings by white men in the 1890s-1920s, the vast majority are fine, but there is a handful that portray racist and classist imagery in line with what is present in the stories themselves. I can't consistently warn for these individually out of a list of 700 pieces, but i also dont want to pretend they arent part of this history or set myself up as an authority on which cross a line or not, so ive decided not to automatically exclude illustrations that might be offensive. Likewise, im not censoring any of the captions that are part of images, but will do my best to remove offensive terms where i'm typing them out.

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bu1410 · 3 months

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Good morning TUMBLR - March 6th - 2024

''Mr. Plant has owed me a shoe since July 5, 1971."

Ch. VI - 1976 Summer Holidays - Spain and Morocco.

Strait of Gibraltar - Or, as Homer (The Greek poet, not Simpson) named in his Oddissey the '' Pillars of Hercules''.

View of Ceuta, a Spanish enclave on Morocco's territory.

View of Rabat, Capital of Morocco.

Casablanca - King Hassan II Mosque.

Hunphrey Bogart in front of the Hollywood's reconstruction of famous Casablanca Rick's Cafe'.

Benidorm - Spain.

Salvador Dali' Museum - Figueres - Spain

Another year has passed, and finally summer is here again! This time, needless to say, the destinations are obviously Spain and than Marrakech ('' Marrakech Express'' an Oscar prize Italian movie by Director Gabriele Salvatores has been just released and so we are even more keen to go there). Our vehicle this year is none other than a Renault R4 (obviously second hand). A service car from Gianluigi's mechanical workshop. Before each departure, as a must, we go for lunch: this time in an old restaurant ''the Parasoou'' where they cook the real Milanese schnitzel (elephant ear) It's midday, the streets are filled with those 10 minutes of excitement that create workers and employees returning home for lunch. On the Muggio' - Taccona road a guy with a Vespa 50 doesn't respect the red light and hits us! The scooter rider literally flying beyond the R4, without a helmet (not yet compulsory at the time), causing a large lump with his head on the upper part of car's roof. My immediate though was:

God forbid!! We just covered 2.7 km of the 5,300 km that await us and we have already had an accident!! Nice way to start a trip, even if we are not at fault for what happened. Once the paperwork for reporting the accident have been completed, we set off again and reach the restaurant finally eat the huge ''Milanese steak''. Few memories of the outward journey, everything goes quite well, up to Narbonne, where the Autoroute du Midi (Highway of the South) ends. While we are stopped at the toll booth, a girl suddenly appears out of nowhere and asks me in Spanish where we are headed.  ''At the moment for Barcelona, I reply.  ''Bueno vale'' and in no time she reappears with a friend in tow, opens the back door, literally throws a bulky piece of luggage inside and gets into the car, with a numbers of ''Muchas Gracias … Muchas Gracias!!'' In short, it is 11.00 PM on a July's evening, and we are headed to Spain via the state road to Jonquera, and two noisy Spanish girls from a holiday in Mexico have ''self-loaded''into our car. The girls, we discover after a few minutes from their talk, are ''Communists'' and immediately afterwards they begin to sing revolutionary songs which they say they learned in Mexico. It is true that Francisco Franco has been dead since the previous year, but in Spain Francoist sentiments are still very much alive, especially among the ''la Guardia Civil''. Meanwhile we noticed that a kind of 'train''queue'' had formed behind us, made up of 4 or 5 cars, which apparently are tailin us. Between the girls' ramshackle songs, the darkness, and the contradictory French road signs (with that perennial ''Toutes Directions''' which normally leads nowhere) after several kilometers we end up in a dead-end street!! We stop and get out from the car, immediately joined by the other cars drivers, which turn out to be driven by Italians!! Some of them shouting at me like:

AND NOW!!??

And now what?? I answer  We were following you, it seemed to us that you knew the way to Spain!! Says someone who got out of a Pegeout with Florence license plate.  And no, first of all I don't know the direction! And then who told you to follow me?? To make a long story short, we retraced our steps, and took the state road again, but a new mistake was lurking: after a few kilometers we realized - despite the pitch darkness - that we were on the road that leads to Carcassonne, and therefore in a northerly direction, completely wrong, Spain being to the West!! Another discussion with the ''chasing' Italians and then finally, with the help of a petrol station guy we got back on the right path to La Jonquera! Meantime Gianluigi was catechising the girls:  Soon we will be at the France-Spain border, a place full of police and Guardia Civil – no revolutionary songs, no slogans against Franco!! UNDERSTOOD!??  Girls: ''sI ....te entiendo como no......'' Luckily the girls keep their promise, and apart from a thorough check of their luggage (they are coming from Mexico, police's dogs smell something…) at the border everything turned out well. We spent through Barcelona, and we drop off the two girls near their home, in a suburban neighborhood of the city, and than we continue to Calella del Mar, where we decided to stop. After a restful sleep and a day spent relaxing in a chiringuito on the beach, in the evening we had dinner in one of those Spanish restaurants with two entrances, the main one on a narrow street, and the other on the opposite side. The Ladies who own the place - two elderly sisters - made up a spectacular paella, and serve local rosé wine: a tasty dinner that costs us just few pesetas. The next morning we set off early, we want to get at least as far as the Costa del Sol, about 800 km south of Barcelona.

In 1976 the Autopista del Mediterraneo ended in Alicante, after which it began a tortuous route over the Sierra – passing through Albacete (the city of knives), Jaen, Lorca, Baza, Guadix, Granada and then Malaga. The alternative was to go through Almeria, and then the coastal road through Motril and than Malaga – but this variant was even longer and more complicated. In any case, we managed to get to Torremolinos for the evening, not bad considering we were traveling in a second hand R4. We stayed overnight in a hotel on the road to Benalmadena, and the next afternoon we set off for Algeciras.

Algeciras is a Spanish city of over 120,000 inhabitants in the province of Cadiz, in the autonomous community of Andalusia. The city is located at the southern end of the Iberian Peninsula, in the Bay of Gibraltar (or Algeciras) in front of the Rock of Gibraltar. Its name derives from the Arabic Al-Jazīra al-Khadrā "the green island", imposed in 711 by the first Arab conquerors who landed on the peninsula. We chose to ferry to Ceuta - a Spanish enclave in Moroccan territory - for two reasons:

The crossing lasts 2 hours instead of 3 hours of Algeciras - Tangier one.  The disembarkation operations in Ceuta are much quicker than in Tangier, because the border with Morocco in Ceuta is located about 2 kilometers from the city, not immediately upon disembarkation as in Tangier.

Very quiet cruising, calm sea, very pleasant temperature, we will remember this on the way back…… After disembarking, we quickly reach the border with Morocco, where we manage to complete the transit operations in half an hour. And we immediately realize that the hour saved on the ferry is nothing compared to the long and difficult 110 km to reach Tangier. Suggestion: if you have to continue towards the East, along the Mediterranean coast of Morocco, it is best to ferry to Ceuta. If, however, your destination is southern Morocco, it is much better to ferry from Algeciras to Tangier. It is now evening when we reach Tangier, and we checked in last year's hotel, Les Almohades. The old valet is still there, who recognizes us and starts one of his usual tirades in 3 different languages:  Maroc is a great country ……Algeria nada…….  Au Maroc le melon…. kabirrrrr…. Algeria nada……  Hitler criminal…….Mussolini….pas trops……. As usual we leave the next morning, around midday. The state road towards the South is good, it runs along the Atlantic and passes through Asilah, Larache, Kenitra and obviously a myriad of smaller towns. For this reason the average speed cannot be high, as the road is populated by cars, buses, carts pulled by donkeys, scooters and pedestrians. We been passing through the beauty of the Foret de la Mamora, before Rabat; I believe one of the largest forests of cork trees in the world. The state road crosses it from North to South, and it is here that we manage to avoid an accident that could have had serious consequences. A cart dragged by a donkey, just before I was overtaking it, and when we were not even 20 meters away, suddenly the animal escapes the ''fellah's'' control who is driving it, and starts crossing the road from right to left! When I try to overtake him on the right, he comes to the right! When I try to avoid him on the left, he comes on the left! Now very close, I attempt a desperate maneuver: I go up the embankment at the side of the road, like a flyover on the Monza circuit, and I manage to avoid the beast by a hair's breadth! DONE IT!

Soon later we arrive in Sale', the so-called twin city of Rabat . After crossing the Ouadi Bou Regreg bridge, Rabat appears to us as an elegant city, with beautiful tree-lined avenues. We visit the mausoleum of King Mohammed V, which is located on the square of the Hassan Tower and dominates the mouth of the Ouadi Bou Regreg. The mausoleum contains the tomb of Muhammad V of Morocco and now also of his sons Moulay Abdellah and Hassan II. It was built between 1961 and 1971, in ten years of work in which 400 craftsmen participated. The architecture of the mausoleum is due to the Vietnamese architect Eric Vo Toan, and is based on the classic Arab-Andalusian style according to traditional Moroccan art - a true wonderful monument. We then continue to Casablanca, which is only 90 km away by motorway. Once we arrive, we head to a seafront hotel, directly on the beach. It was than we realize that we arrived in Morocco in the middle of Ramadan, the period in which Muslims abstain from eating and drinking during daylight hours. Everything has slowed down, the shops, bars and restaurants are closed during the day, and reopen only after the cannon shot that signals of ''Ifhtar'' (Evening prayer). We manage to spend somewhat boring days between the beach and the hotel. During one of this lazy afternoons, Gianluigi has run out of cigarettes, so he left the beach in his bathing suit, looking for a tobacco shop, even though I told him that he won't find any open.

I'll wait for you at the hotel, I toldl him.

Evening came and my friend still hasn't shown up, and I'm starting to be worry: maybe something has happened to him..... With the help of the reception's guy, we make a few phone calls: hospitals, and then the police station. And from there they confirm that yes, a foreigner (Italian) was arrested while walking on the Corniche in a swimsuit!! I immediately took a taxi and run to the police station, where the cops explain:

''Your friend has committed a serious act of indecency, especially now that we are in the month of Ramadan''!! Using all my negotiating skills, I try to soften the position of the Surete' Nationale agent. And at the end of an endless talk, I finally manage to convince the cops that

''It was a mistake, he didn't know it was forbidden to walk in sunbath outside the beach, we do this in Italy all the time! But above all he didn't want to offend anyone''. Ok, deal! The crime, instead of being punished with seven days in prison, been transformed into a simple fine: 2,500 Moroccan Dirhams (about 220 USD of today). Meantime I was telling Gianluigi to stay calm, I return to the hotel to get the money - then finally, after an exhausting drafting of the PV (Proces verbal), signatures and countersignatures, Gianluigi (during all this time he was in the cage, but alone) is released!! The inconvenience of the arrest, combined with the Ramadan time, ruined our feeling a bit. The next day we decide to leave Casablanca and heading to Marrakesh. We manage to get to Settat, a modern city about 90 km South of Casa'. Settat is a city which, thanks to the fact that it was the birthplace of a very powerful then Moroccan Minister of the Interior, has enjoyed an unusual development in the rather difficult landscape of Morocco. Large tree-lined avenues, well-kept public gardens, modern government buildings with a touch of traditional Arab architecture. All this gives the city a respectable and pleasant air. It is in Settat that we stop to decide what to do: continue (the further we go towards the interior of the country the hotter it will be) or retrace our steps and leave for Spain? The second hypothesis wins, and we make a U-turn: Casablanca, and then via Rabat, Kenitra and then Tangier: this time, mindful of the experience of the outward journey, we want to avoid unnecessary kilometers to reach Ceuta. We had a quiet evening in Tangier: a walk of the Kasbah (truly magnificent) and after dinner at the ''Valencia'' restaurant we go to bed quite early: tomorrow morning we intend to take one of the first ferries to Algeciras.

The strait crossin Tangier – Algeciras it takes about 3 hours, and in that August, with calm seas and bright sun it was a real pleasure. We therefore found ourselves returning to Spain earlier than expected, due to the fact that Morocco, ''closed for Ramadan'', had made us opt for a return to Europe.

BENIDORM It was decided not to stop in the Costa del Sol, but to continue to the Costa Blanca. The rest of the holiday was without too many problems and facts to report. That year I met some girls from Northern Europe, including a blonde Belgian girl. She told me that her father was the owner of a furniture factory (look…) and that after graduating in accounting she had decided to work in her father's company. And then she realized – horror! - that the employees MUST BE PAID EVERY 15 DAYS!! A LOT OF MONEY went from dad's bank account to those of workers and employees! How strange, perhaps Monique thought that the employees lived on PURE OXYGEN???!! or that they could shop for free at the supermarket…or rather that someone else (the State?) was subsidizing them to pay for their living. For the first time we moved to Benidorm, near Alicante. A sea resort 500 km closer to Italy compare to Costa del Sol. Costa Blanca sea is undoubtedly beautiful, the city and the surroundings are very liveable. We found a cozy apartment ina a complex on Rincon del Loix, a hilly area immediately east of Benidorm, from where we overlooked the bay. The residence, in Andalusian style, was managed by a Swiss couple. During the day we could walk down to the coves below the residence, where the water was transparent, and there wasn't the crowds of Benidorm's main beaches. And so, between swimming, relaxing, bocadillos, feasting on mussels and drinking sangria para todos at the ''Al Vapor'' restaurant in Calpe (overlooking the Penon) as well as nights at Sunset club, unfortunately the day to return home inevitably arrived...... We left Benidorm with the usual ''corazon dripping with tears''. In the afternoon we stopped in a place called Xativa in one of those shady bars along the interstate road, the ones with the awning made of Coca Cola caps. Excellent bocadillos ''cagnas'' (cerveza on tap) and then off again towards East. Having arrived near Valencia, after about 60 km, Gianluigi realizes that something is missing: he no longer has the bag that he always hang around his neck, where he keeps his passport and wallet!!

Where did you lose it? Or forgotten? I said.....

Mmmm....guess in the bar of Xativa… 60 km ago… '' He answered

So.....nothing to do except U-turn, hoping to at least find the passport in the bar where we stopped. We arrive with our hearts in our mouths in front of the bar area, we enter and the bartender, truly a man of few words, bends down under the counter and hands us Gianluigi's purse!! Where nothing was missing! And so we leave the bar followed by the "hasta l'huego" of the phlegmatic dueño. The journey back to Italy continued without a hitch, a short stop in Figueras to visit the Dali Museum: the Dalí Theater and Museum is a museum dedicated to the great surrealist painter in his hometown of Figueres, Catalonia, Spain. The museum receives more than 1 million visitors a year.

I want my museum to be a single block, a labyrinth, a large surrealist object. It will be a totally theatrical museum. People who come to see it will leave with the feeling of having had a theatrical dream - Salvador Dali '

It is a unique and unforgettable experience – the Great Genius is buried in a crypt, below the stage.

Afterwards it was just boring kilometres, with the usual signs on French roads and motorways advertising sites as ''historic'' even simple villages where perhaps Napoleon only stopped to urinate or to eat his raclette.......

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corellianhounds · 5 months

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Bar Talk

Media: Star Wars (Original Trilogy)

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 2,742

Warnings: None

Art Credit: Johannes Holm on ArtStation

Summary: Set sometime after the Battle of Endor, Luke and Lando talk shop and discuss the difficulties it takes to rebuild after the war.

Base XIV had few amenities but the makeshift cantina was a popular one. It was just out of the way enough to have the illusion of a hole-in-the-wall dive, and it provided several much-needed distractions after days spent training, conducting briefings and debriefings, managing inventory, and performing routine maintenance. The uprisings against Imperial outposts and institutions across the galaxy demanded the remaining rebels’ support and there was little time to celebrate before yet another sector needed their help.

Too often many of the leaders forgot the second half of the sentiment “Work hard, play hard,” though, so the cantina had to work a foot in the door before it became a semi-permanent fixture by virtue of the fact volunteers kept it up and running in what valuable free time they had to spare. By the time the fussier lieutenants’ complaints made it up the chain of command, the infantry folks had reallocated improvised construction materials for the outer shell, and by the time it got to the commander’s desk, Leia was seen leaving with Wes Janson and Lieutenant Verlaine, so deconstruction was deemed a moot point and the lieutenants’ complaints were dismissed.

Lando had made time to meet up with Luke on a rare night off to catch up and chew the fat. Consuls had no end of paperwork and planning to attend to between missions, but they’d each somehow found themselves in a lull where most projects were waiting on the decisions of others, so the cantina now hosted the two war generals in a corner of the bar, overlooked in the hustle and bustle of a busy night and granted the rare-found indulgence of anonymity.

Lando was having a Takadian Sunrise, a flavorful and aromatic cocktail made with tihaar. The salt-and-pepper captain from Mon Cala, Toren Qavis, brewed the tihaar himself as a hobby on the side, and since it appeared his background in chemistry translated well to distillation, he occasionally supplied Jhon the bartender with it. Due to the limited nature of housing and storage space, Lando had had to ignore his more naturally inquisitive nature regarding how Qavis was able to create such a steady flow of tihaar. There were rumored suspicions cast on the ugly little C2-R4 droid that trundled about doing odd jobs near Qavis’s rooms: the man was a notorious pack rat and the droid— advertised by its Skor II creators as having limitless functions— was always picking up organic and inorganic material equally. The less Lando thought about the C2-R4, the better he was able to enjoy the home-brewed spirits. Ignorance was indeed bliss.

Captain Qavis’s tihaar never tasted exactly the same. Each batch was brewed in small quantities which meant those who enjoyed quality control had to gamble on whether they’d be getting a flavor profile they liked, and those more adventurous were never for want of a new experience. The monotony and tedium of what it took to build bureaucratic infrastructure could wear people down just as quickly as the constant fighting did, so Lando didn’t mind a bit of mundane unpredictability amongst his new delegations, and he enjoyed visiting with his friend over a hand of pazaak and good humor. Those days were coming fewer and farther in between, though.

Luke was barely into his twenties but the enormity of his responsibilities and the expectations placed on him were starting to show on his youthful face. As he sat next to Lando at the bar, Lando could see the far away contemplative thoughts sitting behind his eyes— Luke had been carving a divot into the wooden bar top with his thumbnail as he and Lando breezed through the daily trough patter they both knew by rote.

Baron Calrissian was more accustomed to bureaucracy than the farm boy was. Despite his efforts spent scouring databases and archives for information and history on the Jedi, Luke’s time was demanded of in a number of areas as they established the New Republic, and the divided focus was frustrating him. Point the boy in one direction and give him a clear objective and he’d accomplish it with aplomb. Split his focus and tell him to figure out how to manage both his time and his people in a number of unfamiliar settings and you get a fledgling Jedi and consul member forgetting important meetings and snapping at dignitaries they needed support of. He and Han were similar in those respects, and between their own harried schedules Lando and Leia had had to make time to smooth over diplomatic relations Luke had inadvertently ruffled the feathers of.

When it came down to it, Luke was a hands-on guy more accustomed to solving physical problems than he was performing administration. Gifted pilot? Yes. Ingenious mechanic? Yes. Unparalleled martial artist and strategist? Of course.

Diplomat? Not so much.

“Plan on digging a trench all the way across?” Lando asked. “A router would take you less time.”

Luke shook his head, resting his knuckles on the bar top. He was three black ales in and didn’t seem fazed by them at all. Lando wondered if there was much else to do on a backwoods planet like the one Luke had come from besides shoot vermin, drift speeders, and knock back ‘shine with the old-timers when you weren’t doing manual labor. Lando had met several hicks whose hold on liquor rivaled Coruscanti ironworkers— Union men were a sturdy breed, and still they’d stagger from going shot-for-shot against a scrawny hayseed with a competitive streak. Luke wasn’t a big man and still he’d shown no signs of flagging under the stout black ale that must have made up a quantifiable percentage of his body weight by now.

“Sorry, Lando, my focus is shot today. Meditation only gets me so far on the weeks we’re moving bases.”

“I don’t blame you. I’m surprised it's in your schedule at all; haven’t you been taking ten-twelves?”

“Something like that,” Luke said wryly. “I get it in during airtime.”

“Seems to me like that’s still work.”

“Eh, flying’s methodical,” Luke shrugged. “That’s the work I like.”

“What’s the old man have to say about your multitasking?”

“Haven’t asked him.”

The two of them chuckled. Lando slid the untouched tray of Zuǒ chicken over next to Luke’s forearm.

“Those bags under your eyes may match your wardrobe, but they aren’t a good look on you,” Lando observed. “Tell Leia you need to take a retreat, go to Dagobah for a bit and get your head straight. You’ll feel better after.”

Luke shook his head. “No need. I’ve got some downtime during the refinery recon and the meetings later this week.”

“Recon isn’t downtime. What’s eating at you, kid?”

Luke studied the wood some more while the fried food settled to room temp beside him. The general din of the cantina stayed at a low hum, sentients squeezing past each other but somehow still skirting the alcove they’d commandeered.

“… You ever been expected to give a speech on something you’re told you’re supposed to be an expert in but you’ve only heard of by word-of-mouth? Like somebody’s asked you to play a song nobody knows or has recordings of?

Lando frowned. “Is this about the Jedi business?”

Luke continued like Lando hadn’t spoken. “I can’t find any original codices for the Order. The representatives from other systems in the charter keep asking questions I can’t explain. “Why does the Force protect some people but not others? If the Force connects every living thing, how can so much evil go undetected for so long? The Empire wouldn’t have had the reach it did if the emperor had been stopped long before he took over. Are the Jedi really meant to live cut off from everyone else, or is that why they failed on Coruscant in the first place?”

“… Heavy stuff.”

“You’re telling me,” Luke said. “I’m just one guy and I’m expected to have all the answers.”

“Kenobi not been much help?” Lando asked curiously.

Luke shrugged and dragged a hand down his face with a sigh. “He’s irritated with me for arguing the logistics every time we talk. I think there’s a point to people’s questions but he’s still teaching from the old rule book.” Here he turned to Lando. “I know he’s only teaching me what he knows, but if the Jedi believed in accepting change, why can’t he see that the way we study and live by the Force now has to change? How can you reconcile a life of non-attachment with the very thing that binds us together?”

“A rope and a net will both keep you from falling but one’s going to do it better than the other.”

Luke couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. “See? You get it. Maybe you should be the Jedi.”

“Pass.”

“Smart choice.”

Lando tapped his fingers on the bar in thought. As far as he was aware the rebuilding of the physical Order wasn’t expected to be underway so soon anyway. Luke was one of the most wanted men across the galaxies; they were all keeping low profiles for a reason. The sheer enormity and reach of the Empire’s stranglehold meant there were still millions of Imperials and Imperial sympathizers stationed across every sector. There was no shortage of people who wanted him dead. If he revealed too much or didn’t remain off the grid, diligently toiling away at finding resources and forming covert connections, he could put so much they had worked for— to say nothing of millions of lives depending on them— in jeopardy. To not even have council members believe the Jedi were necessary or worthy of rebuilding in the first place meant Luke was fighting against the tide every time he didn’t gain a delegate’s trust, let alone support.

But to hear Luke struggle with how he viewed the original tenets of the code reminded Lando of just how new all this was to him, too.

“What is it Kenobi and Yoda do all day if they’re not giving you immediate resources?”

Luke drained the rest of his glass and tapped the bar twice for Jhon to refill it. “I won’t say they haven’t been helpful, but they ask more questions than they answer mine.”

“To what end?”

Luke put his hands up in a gesture of “Your guess is as good as mine,” baffled and frustrated. “To stretch my critical thinking skills, I guess— But I don’t have time for that. I need actionable directions. Contemplation and self-reflection are selfish right now when what people need is immediate help. How can I find others if they won’t give me the tools?”

Lando mulled it over. He could see where Luke was coming from and sensed he had a point. Han had told him a fortnight back that he’d found Luke working out his frustrations in bay 4-9 stripping down an X-wing from canopy to keel, muttering something about philosophy and accountability. By the time he emerged he was sweaty and covered in grease, but no closer to whatever conclusion he’d been using the ship’s maintenance as a stand-in for because his stormy expression remained in place and he immediately started in on another ship.

Grains of sand could beget pearls over time, but if you flooded a shell with sand without jetting out the buildup all you’d get was a dead mollusk.

So Lando changed the subject.

“How do vaporators work?”

Luke snorted and gave him a sidelong look that implied Lando was asking a stupid question (which, in all fairness, was part of the point). He held up his glass, water running in rivulets down the sides.

“Same way this does,” he said. “Why? Plan to invest in stocks before the dry season?”

“Naw, nothing like that.” Lando didn’t take offense to Luke’s sarcasm. “I was born on Socorro but my family lived so far removed from farm life I didn’t know how most essentials got from farm to table. I didn’t stay there long enough to learn anyway. Didn’t interest me.”

“And now suddenly it does?”

“The base camp up in the mountains put in a request for on-site equipment to help sustain them so they don’t have to rely solely on supply lines,” Lando explained. It was a true enough statement, though Luke needn’t know that the issue hadn’t necessarily crossed Lando’s desk. “There’s budget and time constraints they don’t have time to quibble over, and the railways are in poor condition because of the rockslides.”

Luke’s barstool swiveled a little more loosely to his left as he tapped his gloved, mechanical hand on the bar. “Vaporator cores run refrigerant through the main shafts to keep them chilled; they collect condensation and funnel it down to a tank beneath the ground,” he said, picking up a bit of chicken and chewing around his words. “Tatooine gets up to forty-two degrees on average and the mists rise at suns-up— Most of the water is collected in that window of time, and the rest of the day your work is spent on repairs and withdrawal rotations. The base camp is already up on the leeward side of the mountains though— Fog nets would be more efficient and easier to maintain. Higher elevation, less even terrain, and the fog’s already there. It would cost more money and effort to bore out the rock to install vaporators than they’d be worth in the long run.”

Lando stroked his chin thoughtfully. “What would the number of man-hours for maintenance be, assuming they have the space to dedicate to them?”

“For the whole compound? Maybe thirty hours across a standard week. The nets take up less space and there’s nothing mechanical or electrical to maintain. You could get the bigger cisterns and spend half the time across two shifts doing all the work at once, but the more often they’re maintained the less likely they are to build up mold. It’s not worth putting it off if it means running the risk of the whole supply making everybody sick.”

“What about groundwater?”

“Larger cost upfront to install the equipment, more work to purify it,” Luke said, shaking his head. Lando waved the barkeep down for another basket of Zuǒ as he talked, making a point to take some himself so Luke could continue uninterrupted. He had a bit more color to his skin than before, and the haze of stress and alcohol was a little clearer with a problem in front of him he had enough experience to solve in his sleep.

“Everyone can be cross-trained on nets, that way you can sub people in when needed. A specialized crew may sound more appealing but if they’re all waylaid or too many people are taken out you won’t have anyone to harvest a supply at all. You’ll need a foreman to track down screw-ups if you rotate schedules, though. Or you can give that job to a droid.”

“Any downsides to having droids do all of it?” Lando asked.

“… Droids just can’t get the taste right,” Luke said. “They’re good at filtering and testing for problems, and the water would technically be fine, but at the end of the day you need someone who’s going to care about more than just utility.”

The conversation reached a natural lull, and Lando didn’t feel the need to add anything else. He had what he needed.

Luke scrubbed at his face, sitting back in the stool and contemplating the condensation building up on the glass. “Seems all I’m good for some days is everything except restoring a creed. At least there’ll always be farming.”

Lando thought back to Qavis and the C2-R4, the cantina bartender and the makeshift pub carved into a quarry. He stood from his chair and dropped some credits on the bar before he put a hand on Luke’s shoulder and hoped it conveyed the reassurance he didn’t know how else to give.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself, Luke. There’s a lot you’ve got to contend with on your own, but you’ve got us to help with everything else.”

“… Ben thinks I can rebuild an entire order single-handedly,” Luke muttered sardonically. “But it feels like all I’ve gotten from him are criticisms and pushback.”

Lando shrugged. “If Kenobi didn’t want you in charge, he shouldn’t have left.”

Luke finally cracked a grin, the first Lando had seen in a long time.

“Besides,” Lando reasoned, “Seems to me like you’re already used to making something out of nothing.”

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Notes:

Tihaar is a strong, clear spirit distilled from fruit. The inspiration for this specific home brew is taken from San Miguel beer in the Philippines circa 1980. Brewed in small batches, no two beers ever tasted the same. An older friend of mine said that during his stint overseas he was never happier than when he had a San Miguel beer in one hand and roasted monkey on a stick in the other.

Here is a link to a post I made about the C2-RV droids.

What Lando says to Luke about Kenobi is something my dad once said at a funeral. He was talking to his aunt (my great-aunt) at the last of her brother’s funerals, and she said in her normal matter-of-fact tone “Welp, I’m the last one. Guess I can raise all sorts of hell now.” To which my dad said “Well if they didn’t want you in charge, they shouldn’t have left!”

#Luke Skywalker #Lando Calrissian #Original trilogy #Star Wars #my writing #AO3 link in reblog #fanfic #Star wars fanfiction #original characters

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sometipsygnostalgic · 1 month

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Turbo Overkill on Steamdeck review

Crossposted from Reddit.

Turbo Overkill was developed by Trigger Happy Interactive and released in full August last year, after spending some time in Early Access. The game is Steam Deck Verified, so I decided to try it on the console.

Entire game was played on "Average Joe" difficulty, which is about the equivalent of "Hurt Me Plenty" in DOOM Eternal.

Performance and graphics The game runs on average 40fps on Steamdeck settings, will range between 30 to 50 depending on what's happening on the screen.

For a lot of people, this will result in motion sickness. I wasn't bothered because it stayed over 30 on average and I am used to games with much worse performance.

It runs at 165fps on my desktop, which is my monitor's cap.

What surprised me is how much nicer the game looks on my OLED. The colours are far brighter. I don't know if there's something on my pc's settings that makes the game looked washed out, or if the lower resolution makes the game SEEM prettier, but it simply looks better on deck for me.

Gyro Aiming

The game is an FPS. It employs a hyper-aggressive aim-assist. The options to change controls were quite limited, but not the worst I've seen. So I hope you can disable aim assist if you don't like it, but I found it very useful.

The game involves lots of jumping around and dodging, like Eternal and Ultrakill. Thankfully it's not as aggressive on this front as Ultrakill.

I decided to make use of the steamdeck's special features. I enabled "Gyro as Mouse". This caused some control issues as the game isn't fully compatible with Gyro as Mouse, but far less problems than Warhammer Boltgun which had the UI constantly flash between control modes whenever you used gyro. It works excellently as a pointer. I think that the aiming itself is the best I've ever felt with gyro, better than even Left for Dead 2.

The parts where Gyro let me down were when I tried to use the Weapon Wheel. You MUST use the right control stick to select a weapon from a wheel, and touching the right control stick will enable gyro, but using gyro makes the gyro mouse override your selection from the right control stick. So to use the weapon wheel you have to... tilt.. your entire console.. in the opposite direction of the weapon you want to select.

This is something that could be fixed with either using the other stick to select a weapon, or having the right joystick override the mouse controls, however other games go about it. If the game more directly supported steamdeck controls then this would be resolved.

Movement and action controls

You can melee your enemies by dashing into them with your Chainsaw Leg! Which becomes two chainsaw legs, which also becomes chainsaw arms. It's pretty awesome.

There's lots of mobility jumping while you have to aim, like in DOOM Eternal. However, the mobility buttons are assigned to the four face buttons on the right. This can make it very troublesome to play with a console setup.

Despite its great aim assist, I would not recommend this game with normal controller use. There are no controllers that are able to have separately assigned functions to back paddles for each game like the Steamdeck has.

Thankfully, I was able to assign the four face buttons on the right to my Deck. These actions were A for Jump (R5), B for Dash (R4), X for Chainsaw Slide (L4), and Y for Grappling Hook (L5).

I would highly recommend anyone playing this game practice holding the steamdeck in such a way that you can press the four back buttons on the inside part, where they rest "slanted" against the deck. This is a way more comfortable long term grip than trying to press the fatter outside face of the paddles.

I initially experienced lots of hand numbness, but over time I was able to play for long periods without pain. This is because of the aim assist and smooth joystick control, and how it meant I only had to move the deck for the most precise of gyro aiming. I also improved my hand positioning. I have small hands, so it can be hard to play in this format.

Thankfully there were no puzzles too complex. By the time I reached the end, I was completing them first time with ease.

Gunplay

I highly recommend anyone who enjoys Eternal, DUSK, Ultrakill etc try this game. It comes in a large number of difficulties, so if you find it too hard you can turn it down, and if you find it too easy you can amp it up.

I played on Regular Joe, which is Normal/Easy, and this is what I'd recommend people do when playing on steamdeck.

The game has sharp difficulty spikes in some rooms earlier on, usually where you have enemies with big AOE damager or speed and you're in an enclosed space. I was walled when doing an act 1 level on PC for this reason. Hilariously when I swapped to Steamdeck, I got through it unscathed. However there are definitely rooms where you'll go "That's BULLSHIT" if you've adjusted to a consistent difficulty.

I found that the game got easier over time. In Act 2, you recieve an upgrade that lets you enter "TURBO MODE", which

Unfortunately, on Steamdeck, it is not easy to weapon swap. If you're playing without Gyro, then you can use the Weapon Wheel to change weapons and RB to go back to previous weapon. Or you can assign RB to a face button, and assign a back paddle to RB. This might be easier if you're like me and you don't use RB much because it's fussy to click.

If you're playing with Gyro then, as described above, you won't be able to use weapon wheel unless you tilt. So you'll have to rely on pressing the D-pad to switch between weapons, which isn't easy when you're using left stick to move around.

If you do get both shotguns swapping into each other, you can do some cool weapon-swap-reload tactics to hit a person with 6 shotgun shells in the time it'd usually take to hit them with 4! Easier on Turbo Time as well.

All guns feel OK to use but there are some I barely touched. I didn't use the air strike much because it seemed like overkill. The sniper in particular seems niche, and the one time I was forced to use it in the final mission was frustrating. You're also forced to use the alt attack on the single-barrel shotgun against shielded enemies for some reason. They are the ONLY enemy type where you are forced to use a specific weapon, you can't even chainsaw them down.

I found that after a point, I had enough augments to my chainsaw legs that everything except the Twin Machine Guns became redundant. I barely even used the Chainsaw Arms because the Legs were enough by themselves to kill any enemy in just a few seconds.

Enemies and Boss Fights

Mobs are largely squishy. A few quick hits with a chainsaw, or a couple of shotgun blasts, and they'll fall.

The most annoying conventional mob, other than the aforementioned "only die by shotgun alt fire" guys, are the flying brains. You have to jump on top of them to shoot them. They can die by other ways but it takes rocket damage or something. I don't find them that common or problematic.

There are some "heavy mobs" which force you to switch things around. Some heavy mobs can kill you in seconds, turning a successful run into a hellfire.

Some arenas are highly forgiving, and some take forever to complete. The train section in Act 1 comes to mind. This was a difficult area because you'd have to survive for 5 minutes against increasingly difficult mobs on tiny platforms.

Good use of Chainsaw Augments, especially ones where you gain health on chainsaw kill, will make these long fights easier to manage. If you have extra chainsaw damage and/or extra damage to heavy enemies, you can kill ANYTHING in just a few moments on Regular Joe difficulty.

I would imagine people playing on harder modes have their own ideas of what counts as harder or easier.

Boss fights can have lots of health and can fire lots of attacks at you. I've found that most attacks are easy to dodge. Again, something that separates it from Ultrakill, where I felt like I was fighting for my life every time.

They can have checkpoints that are either forgiving or frustating. Some bossfights with multiple phases let you save between each section. I discovered this in Act 3.

I found that the large bossfights were OK, but did the DOOM Eternal thing where you have to fight mobs at the same time. I found this more annoying earlier on. By the end I saw it as free health...

The smaller, zippier fights are frustrating. The most annoying for me by far was the mercenary in the act 2 sewers who can use Turbo mode. I couldn't figure out how to consistently attack him.

Ripper is in a smaller arena, and you have Turbo mode so you can deal with her even on steamdeck, and Maw is just... yeah, Maw isn't that challenging because he runs at you, but you have epic chainsaw legs. Foolish!

I was confused by how to finish some fights. The final bossfight in the game has a section where you have to shoot at the target a bunch of times after you've already destroyed all its eyes. I was wondering if I was missing something. However, it was not difficult.

I want to see what people think of these fights when they have played on harder difficulties.

Music

The music is fantastic! It isn't gorey metal like Mick Gordon's DOOM or Andrew Hulshult's DUSK, instead opting for more variety. The first area has very techno music that makes me think of a grittier Hotline Miami. The final area has epic, dark music that makes me think of Eternal's Maykr homeworld.

What shocked me is that, when the end credits rolled, I recognised every track that played and had lots of affection for them. I listened to the soundtrack earlier this afternoon while on a walk, and I think it's a favourite.

Conclusion

This is a great shooter. It runs decently on Deck by my standards, but it might be troublesome for people who play lots of FPS games on PC, and aren't used to the console experience.

The controls on Deck are quite managable. I found Eternal a nightmare to deal with on controller, and I don't look forward to trying it on Deck, but it was simple assigning all buttons for Turbo Overkill.

I got the game for under £3 using a CD key, so definitely check it out if you want to experiment with FPS titles on steamdeck.

#turbo overkill #steamdeck

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genuine question. in your DNI, what do you define as "CNC beyond mildly dubious consent"? I'm not very good at inferring what people mean, but I want to respect your boundaries and figured asking for clarification would be best

a bit of a long answer so if ur not interested go ahead and skip! will discuss a few things i have tagged for warnings.

anything more than undernegotiation (for instance, imagining two people having sex and one pinning the other down and covering their mouth but you have a safe word set up and even in the scene you acknowledge that the person is enjoying it and not imagining that they do not want it) or reluctance relating to social factors instead of internal feelings (for instance, a lesbian with internalized homophobia saying that she shouldn't have sex with you because it would be wrong and nice girls don't do stuff like that etc etc. but knowing that she is not saying no and you are coaxing her own feelings out in the scene's play, not pretending to coerce her into something she said she did not want) would be akin to r4/p/ep/1ay for me and i am very against that and think it's very harmful.

if you are in a control situation like intox or overpowering or bondage i personally would require there to be, even within the scene's play, the pretense of a prior negotiation that it was something they were okay with and i would want there to be a continual consent throughout (as in, for intox, the person isn't shoving you off and saying no).

i also am against pretty much any version of fetishizing a person's explicit non-consent (aka "no," "don't do that," "stop that," "i don't want that," etc) because i find that to be incredibly harmful to both people within the relationship and think that it deepens wounds rather than healing them. there's also the issue of fetishizing a situation like r%pe that is inherently traumatic (which is the way i would describe the linked emotional-sexual trauma of r#p3 as separate from what can be a positive and not inherently traumatic experience of consensual pain even outside of sex. even making someone cry can be something not inherently traumatic. even chasing someone and hunting them down or "st4lking" can be separate from trauma, with the attachment of consent as an inclusion WITHIN the scene's play and not just a knowledge outside of it. however when you are playing with non-consent, you can't really bring consent into the scene because it is completely contradictory to the idea of non-consent, so you would have to destroy the non-consent scene to bring consent within it, therefore still not engaging in the proper "CN/C").

so sorry for answering this ask so late btw! i will probably add a link to this in the bio. also i want to include i'm not a cop when it comes to anything and i believe this is, when not encouraged within the community, largely an interpersonal harm that is to be dealt with either interpersonally within the relationship or indirectly by bringing people into communities that value and eroticize radical consent while also providing safety, love, and a haven that eradicates r4/pe culture and the weights it places upon us. i'm not encouraging anyone to be shamed (although i don't police the reactions of those whose psychosexual trauma is being eroticized either) as an effective or restorative mode of action or change.

i also know this is a lot of ideas and "rules" around sex but i am very conscious and thoughtful of my behavior in every aspect of my life (or at least try to be), and don't exceptionalize sex in that regard as if it is separate and unique and allows for me to participate in whatever i like as long as i am feeling good about it personally or within my own relationships.

#i hope that answered your question! so sorry this is literally from november lol i was busy doing palestine work #ask #answered #cw rape mention #cw intox mention #let me know if you are someone who is uncomfortable with even dubious consent or reluctance though and i can definitely tag it!#mine

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re:vision summary backup

the site that had the re:vision summary is gone. i backed up the text in the event this might happen, and am reposting it unedited for archival purposes.

Chapter 1: Meaning of life

Happens when Setsuna and Tieria enter the ELS planetoid.

Starting dialogue, ELS just like everyone wants to live.

Setsuna than go on with his story, how he got to being a child soldier, going down with all the killing till the appearance of the Gundam saved him. But he became dead inside, he hates how people can be so bad, how people are manupilated etc. He went on his own interventions until CB scouted him. Now he strives to be the Gundam that saved him, now he saves others.

Back to now, Setsuna resolves to go to the ELS home planet.

He has found his meaning in life.

Chapter 2: Even so the embers burn

So humanity is saved, everyone got lots to do to recover after all the ruckus.

CB as well...

Like policing after the Federation lost lots of their forces.

Lockon was grumbling about having him and Allelujah left but Sumeragi is thinking of getting new Meisters.

Gundams-wise Ian is preparing the Exia R4 and Dynames R3.

The 2 (plus Marie) have to hang on for the time being.

Then an emergency encrypted comms from Sumeragi in the colonies.

A mission plan of sorts.

Humorous (?), some pro-human organization? (Like ostracize the ELS or something? I couldn't decipher well)

The 2 talk about how theres is 2 sides in the world, one that accepts and one that rejects.

The Humorous members are preparing arms to kill humans that has assimilated with ELS.

The 2 are to perform armed intervention there.

Lockon monologue. He seems to think of humanity as a baby. CB, Gundam, GN Drives are all to nurture and lead this baby on path. Was that Neil? Now we have Lyle. Lyle talks about his brother, their relationship, history etc. He doesn't blame him, he will strive to carry on his brother's ideals.

Back to now, the 2 set out on the mision.

Chapter 3: [Setsuna something.. can't understand those kanji]

Saji sends a mail to the address Setsuna gave him...

Saji is now helping in the works to fix the Orbital Elevator.

The works paid off as the solar array system is fixed, lessening the Earth's energy woes.

Being able to being smiles to people gave Saji's life meaning.

Louise started living with him one month ago.

She is at some clinic specializing in ELS, she did not assimilate with ELS though.

He wishes Louise's health and the Earth's situation will recover gradually.

Saji receives a mail from an unknown source.

"Someone will visit you soon"

"What is this a prank?"

Just then his doorbell rang.

Its Allelujah.

The unknown address is to keep Saji distanced from CB.

The Humorous are targeting the ELS specialized clinic and the members had mixed into the elevator repair workers. CB wants Saji to help. Sumeragi hopes to settle without armed battles. Humorous is still a civil organization and they don't want it to spread further. They are targeting ELS assimilated humans now but who knows they might target the Innovators later too. The CB seeks to keep them at bay.

Saji agrees to help.

He asks about Setsuna.

Allelujah tells Saji that Setsuna is on a long journey.

Looks like Saji help seed out the 7 Humorous members.

Allelujah heads off to the designated point.

Allelujah and Hallelujah dialogue.

Hallelujah thinks that the ELS clinic is like the human experimentation stuff they went through.

The 2 personalities rattle on but Allelujah calmly hold his stand.

Allelujah accepts Hallelujah.

Allelujah heads off to the designated point.

Chapter 4: Tieria type

Aeolia had thought about humanity, how frail they are, susceptible to various activities and calamities.

[Lots of big stuff I can't decipher...Tieria thinks on Aeolia's ideals and philosophy.]

He seeks to trigger human evolution, better skills, better communication and understanding.

Aeolia then created the Innovades in his ideals of his ideal evolved human, Innovators.

Tieria is one such Innovade created to help usher the humans to evolution, a 0988 type.

[Ok, its kind of recap as Tieria talks about Reborns group breaking off and want to rule humans instead]

Clip of Setsuna exposing people to GN particles plays, lol.

Evolution...

[Tieria rambles on, my mind is switching off...]

Tieria analyze the growth of Setsuna, how Neil's words affected them.

Tieria is going to the ELS home world with Setsuna but this is not an eternal goodbye as he is an Innovade who chose to walk alongside mankind.

[Lockon grumbling about the mission]

Seems like they managed to take out part of the Humorous guys.

Someone calls out to Lockon.

"Tieria!?"

The person says it may be a long time before Tieria returns.

"Not Tieria... then a Tieria type Innovade.."

"A Tieria type Innovade is accurate interpretation. But not Tieria is inaccurate."

"What are you going at?"

"Tieria's memories is in my head."

"A memory copy!?"

"It seems that Tieria Erde is rather worried."

The person names himself as Laetitia. He says though he has Tieria's memories he is different and himself.

Laetitia approached Lockon to discuss Humorous mission details.

Humorous' base is at a colony at lagrange 2 at the other side of the Moon.

Lockon says that place has some significance, and that Humorous are operating on revenge.

[some place destroyed by ELS attack or something I can't decipher.]

Lockon comments on how immature humans are.

Laetitia replies that the Tieira in him envies the immaturity of mankind.

Lockon is suprised.

[Seems like Tieria activated Laetitia out of worry and Laetitia was snooping around and eventually found Lockon. As he gives Lockon the dips on Humorous...]

"Thanks for the info. I'm supposed to go to space to join my comrades. What will you do? Wanna come along?"

Lockon ask Laetitia if he wants to come along.

Laetitia agrees. Tieria wishes so, he wishes so.

No Gundam pilot experience but he has Tieria's memories.

"Alright! So it is! Laetitia Erde, you are now a Gundam Meister of Celestial Being!"

Chapter 5: The 2 sides of the particle

Setsuna and Tieria ready for the quantum teleport but Setsuna heard something...

A voice...

Setsuna is certain and ask Tieria for some time.

He needed to go.

[Graham muses about his state I think, can't decipher]

Graham seems to be having an out of body experience, lol

As he describes being free and flying around being one with nature etc.

Talking about his life, military, flying on a MS etc.

About how flying in the sky in a MS frees him from the shackles of day to day life.

Recalls his life as he climb the ranks.

Getting his team and claiming the skies with the Flag.

"These skies is mine!!"

"But a few years after HE appeared..."

[Recap talk going into Setsuna rivalry]

The details and feelings of him falling in love with the Gundam.

Love slowly turns to hate as he see how the world became after their appearance.

He resolves to defeat the Gundams by all means.

He threw away everything don a mask and go after the Gundams like a maniac.

He was putting his life on the line but felt betrayed by Setsuna.

Though now he is on the route to death having opened a path for Setsuna.

"Its too soon to have that thought."

"What?"

Setsuna appeared before Graham.

Looks like Graham is still alive due to being in the Quantum Burst area.

Within the Quantum Burst the ELS understood Graham and wishes to live with him.

Setsuna assures Graham that he is truly alive.

Looks like Setsuna heard Graham's grandiose poetry of his life as well, the quantum effect thingy.

"I have a future!"

Graham is Graham and not, reborn a being of human and ELS.

Setsuna entrusts his wishes to Graham.

Everything is understood within quantum.

Graham wishes Setsuna well for his long journey.

"Farewell young man..."

"I'll return, when... I'm not sure.."

Chapter 6: Celestial Being reborned

Saji: A direct comms from Allelujah? Yes. Hello?

Allelujah: Saji Crossroad.

Saji: It is ok for us to talk directly?

Allelujah: Its through VEDA so no worries about eavesdropping.

Allelujah thanks Saji for his list and tells him they have suppressed the Humorous main base at Lagrange 2.

But with the unstable situation, activities like Humorous will likely arise again.

Allelujah wants Saji to inform them when it happens.

Saji accepts this informant role and the 2 bid farewell.

Lockon declares mission complete for the Humorous matter.

He mention that the follow up is left to Federation minister Claus to handle.

Allelujah say its ok for CB to just stay in the shadows as a deterrence, a caution.

The MVP this time is Laetitia, who seems to be out scouting for Meisters.

Looks like Laetitia's Dynames has returned.

Lockon expresses a tinge of excitement.

Allelujah is curious.

Just who will be the new guy?

Laetitia announce his return.

Lockon demands the new guy.

Graham introduce himself to the disbelieve of Lockon and Allelujah.

Allelujah ask Laetitia is it ok.

Laetitia says its approved by VEDA and Ms Sumeragi....and Setsuna.

["Recap" with Setsuna actually passing the baton to Graham, the words]

Graham asks Laetitia where is his Gundam, he is eager to touch it.

Laetitia shows him to Exia R4.

Graham recognizes it as first Gundam he met Setsuna, a revised version.

Graham: That boy, he really want to entrust everything to me.

Allelujah: Isn't it just a coincidence?

Laetitia: Its official name is Gundam Exia Repair IV.

Graham: Now it is called "Graham Gundam"!

Allelujah: Naming it as he likes...

Just then an emergency encrypted comms arrived.

A military coup d'etat.

An armed intervention is called for.

Lockon: Allelujah, Laetitia. Sortie in the Gundams.

Graham: Let me come with you.

Lockon: But you just joined!

Allelujah: That will be reckless!

Graham: No worries! I have received lectures on the Gundam from Setsuna.

Allelujah: Setsuna's lectures!?

Lockon: Oei.. Thats pushing it. You surely won't know how to regulate Trans-Arm usage!

Graham: I definitely dislike that. I am a guy who is bad at holding back himself.

Lockon: That why you have to control..

Graham: LET"S GO! FLAG FIGHTERS!

Allelujah: Ah..going as he likes again..our name too..

Graham: Whats with the squabbling, hurry up!

Laetitia: Understood.

Allelujah: Laetitia...even you...

Lockon: HAHAHAA!!!

Allelujah: Lockon...?

Lockon: That Setsuna really left us some parting gift. Lets go Allelujah, the debut of the new Celestial Being, the new Gundam Meisters!

Allelujah: While Setsuna and Tieria are away..

Lockon: We will take care of the world.

Allelujah: Lets go!

Lockon: Alright!

Allelujah: Gundam Haruto. Allelujah Haptism, flight out!

Lockon: Gundam Zabanya. Lockon Stratos, rolling out!

Laetitia: Gundam Dynames Repair III. Laetitia Erde, sortie out!

Graham: Graham Gundam. Graham Aker, eradicating all evil of the world!

Chapter Extra: After the credits

Neil: Dark, so dark. I can't see anything.

Neil: Heheh.. I thought we could meet if I came here.

Neil: Looks like I'm wrong.

Neil: Is this my retribution...

Neil: Picking a fight with the world, massive killings. Paving the way for a world for Lyle to live in.

Neil: But I sure miss father, mother and Amy. Thought we could meet here.

Neil: So this is what I should accept?

Lockon...Lockon...

Neil: Eh... a voice?

Lockon...where are you?

Neil: Who!? Who is it that calls me in the pitch black world!

There you are.

Setsuna: Found you. Lockon.

Neil: Setsuna? No, thats not right. You can't be Setsuna.

Neil: You're not the Setsuna I know!

[The Setsuna that appeared is pretty grown up]

Setsuna: My name is Setsuna F Seiei. A Gundam Meister of Celestial Being.

Neil: W...what..

Setsuna: Lockon Stratos. No, Neil Dylandy. I only have one thing to say to you.

Setsuna: Live. Struggle it out. In this world where I cannot, in my place.

continued to next 00 story

#gundam 00 #re:vision #summary #repost #fan translation

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