#vessel finder

[cairnsmarineelectronics]

#Marine Electronics #Cairns Marine Electronics #Best Marine Electronics #Queensland Marine Electronics #GPS #Autopilots #Radar #Fish finders #Garmin #Raymarine #Lowrance #Simrad #Furuno #Coursemaster #TMQ #Satellite Compass #Satellite Communications #Recreational Boats #Tinnie's #Luxury Vessels #Trawlers #Commercial vessels #Sail Boats #Yachts #VMS #Open Array #FNQ Marine Electronics #Radome #Radar Dome #Weather Fax

[blueiskewl]

A Rare Spanish Colonial Silver-Gilt Two-Handled Cup from the Atocha Shipwreck Bogotá, Colombia, circa 1620

Nuestra Señora de Atocha was a Spanish treasure galleon and the most widely known vessel of a fleet of ships that sank in a hurricane off the Florida Keys in 1622. At the time of her sinking, Nuestra Señora de Atocha was heavily laden with copper, silver, gold, tobacco, gems, and indigo from Spanish ports at Cartagena and Porto Bello in New Granada (present-day Colombia and Panama, respectively) and Havana, bound for Spain. The Nuestra Señora de Atocha was named for the Basilica of Nuestra Señora de Atocha in Madrid, Spain. It was a heavily armed Spanish galleon that served as the almirante (rear guard) for the Spanish fleet. It would trail behind the other ships in the flota to prevent an attack from the rear.

Much of the wreck of Nuestra Señora de Atocha was famously recovered by an American commercial treasure hunting expedition in 1985. Following a lengthy court battle against the State of Florida, the finders were ultimately awarded sole ownership of the rights to the treasure.

#A Rare Spanish Colonial Silver-Gilt Two-Handled Cup from the Atocha Shipwreck #Bogotá Colombia #circa 1620 #Atocha #Nuestra Señora de Atocha #Spanish treasure galleon #treasure #shipwreck #silver #ancient artifacts #archeology #archeolgst #history #history news #art #antique

[yaut-jaknowit]

Can I get a little something something for the preddy boys(which ever one u want to write for :3) they are arguing with their s/o and their s/o looks them dead in the eyes, and says "yo mama" and walks off

Finder's Keepers, Loser's Weepers

Pairing: Vic'tao x Reader

Word Count: 943

Summary: When your mate wakes on the wrong side of the bed, you don't take his crap. With Vic, you have to be stern. If you show yourself as passive, that submissive to him. You'll lose.

Author Note: Okay, this is so funny though. I usually write all these serious, 'realistic' stories. Thank you for this!

Masterlist

Ao3

The ship was quiet and peaceful. The engines hummed gently, barely heard at the head of said vessel speeding through space. You were contently lying the wrong way in Vic’s chair; legs over the armrest, back to the other side. In your hand was a book, one you’ve recently picked up on your return trip back to earth. There were a few more stacked in the shared room. At this point, you were needing shelves or a bookcase to keep them. They’ve taken over a small portion of the wall inside of the bedroom. Close by, within rolling over distances when lying down.

Nothing disturbed you as you sat in the second empty seat, considered to be Vic’tao’s chair. From what you remember, this ship originally was Uihoy’s. That makes Vic the co-pilot in this case. Elder’s usually get better things, which is why they use this ship more than Vic’s.

As you think about, eyes just staring at the pages, you’ve never been on Vic’s ship. Just this one. Now, you wanted to go visit it, see the differences between the two. You’ll have to ask him whenever he decides to come annoy you.

Your eyes refocused on the book, flipping the page you were on. Ironically, it’s a romance. It still made you squeal when the main characters have fluffy moments with each other. Those scenes remind you the life you currently have with your two alien boyfriends. They were definitely different than what you’ve experienced before. You weren’t complaining though. You loved them.

The doors to the cockpit slide open, revealing a knowing blue and yellow Yautja. You smiled at him in a silently greeting before returning to your book. An interesting scene started with said two characters. How could you miss that?

Two clawed, large feet enter the edge of your vision. They stopped when two thickly corded thighs brushed against the chair’s armrest. As much as you wanted to give the male attention, you kept your eyes glued to the book. A wide, grin on your face with a hint of a blush.

“Off,” Vic’tao snarked, voice harsher than you ever heard before. Your head jerked back before looking up to stare at the Yautja. What in the world? It’s not that you were scared, just stunned. You cocked your head at him, brows furrowed. “Get. Off.” This time, you rolled your eyes and went back to reading.

Uihoy has told you about these moods Vic sometimes gets in. It’s best to just ignore instead of feeding into them.

A hand entered your vision and rested on the top of the back of his chair. Still no reaction out of you. He growled. Finally, “What crawled up your ass and died?” were the first words to come out of your mouth.

Out of the two of them, Vic was a bit more head strong, being the younger of the two. He had that slight young blood vibe to him as Uihoy has told you. He liked to show off his strength to seduce and please. It worked a lot of the time. There wasn’t a way to resist him like that. Plus, it fed his ego, something you weren’t opposed to.

From what you could hear, that made Vic’tao jerk his head back, tresses slapping against his back chest. Then, Vic leaned down so you could feel his hot breath roll over you. Still, your eyes were on the book in hand. “Get out. Of. My chair,” he demanded of you again. You scoffed with a roll of your eyes. He snarled at this, getting closer to you. So close that heat he produced could be felt as well.

“Finder’s keepers, loser weepers,” you snarked at him, returning the same about of energy. You really shouldn’t be entertaining him while he acted this way. But who cares? It doesn’t hurt to return the same energy. In your mind, he deserved it right now. Be a butt, get attitude back.

With a roll of your eyes, you flipped the page in your book again. “What’s your problem anyhow? Who pissed in your cereal this morning?” You know he wouldn’t understand that annogly, you  didn’t care at that moment.

His hand clenched the back of the chair, arm shaking underneath the strain. “You are my problem, soft-meat. Get out now!” he shouted, his other hand came up to pinch your chin.

Now, your eyes were on him, watching him carefully. You knew from your soul he would never, ever hurt you if you didn’t want him to. This was all an act. He was trying to get you to submit, similar to a female of his kind.

The two of you stared at each other, sizing the other up. You were but not for a fight. That’s a losing battle before it even started. No, this was for seeing how to defeat him in another way. Not that was an easy to do when it’s him. Then, a smirk graced your face. Vic raised a brow, head cocking just a hair to the side.

You leaned closer to him, nose to his inner, upper mouth. Vic’s strong, brilliant eyes bored into yours, seeing every move you made. “Yo mama,” you stated then slipped off of the chair and out of his hold and chair.

Vic didn’t move as you walked away, a skip in your step. In your hand was the book, you were going to go find a different spot to read in. Uihoy might be happy to have you around while he works away. You kept that childish smirk on your face while the cockpit door slid back.

#yautja x you #yautja #vic'tao #yautja x reader #predator x reader #x reader #predator x you #alien vs predator #request

[wizard-island-trading-co]

Current Member List

These are the members of Wizard Island Trading Co. as well as our supporters. Each member listed here has access to a personal dock, warehouse, and Dock Wizard located in the Pirate's Cove on Wizard Island Island. If you wish to join, or for your details to be changed, please let me know.

PRIVATEERS

Myself (Captain of the Stocky Jasmine)

@officialgrigori (Evil First Mate of the Stocky Jasmine)

@mathemagical-corsair (On-call Mathemagician)

@spilledmilkii-but-a-diff-blog (Insurance Policy)

@sorceress-foxgirl-lilac (Sorceress)

@irving-the-pirate-wizard (Captain of an Unknown Vessel)

@the-spotticus (Captain of the Erlking's Daughter)

@captain-celeste-cinderbeard (Sexy Captain of the Sea Serpent)

@treethatspellstree (First Mate of the Damned Spectre)

@necromanceradept (Skeleton Ship Captain)

SMUGGLERS

@the-mud-mage (Smuggler and Earth Supplier)

@the-jnadfzard (Dream Smuggler)

SUPPORTERS

@wizard-hamnet (Groundskeeper)

@yourlocalbreadenthusiast (on-call necromancer and manager of Wizard Island Island)

@the-caffeinated-necromancer (on-call necromancer)

@the-wizard-of-revolution (Diplomat and Crisis Manager)

@blacktipreefsharkwizard (Resident Shark of the Cove)

@verylegalwizard (on-call Lawyer)

@not-a-goose-in-a-trenchcoat (Sudden Acquisitions Expert and Grocer)

@wizardgosleep (Dock Wizard)

@wizardcrow (Crow Wizard)

@uneven-daemon (Finder of Curious Things)

@detectivewizzard (Wizard Investigations)

@ratslawyer (Alchemist)

@lowly-wizard-apprentice (Student of Piracy)

@ripleyalamode (Biomancer and Curse Consumer)

@profeshinul-wizurd (Trap Master and Accident Magnet)

@goblinchief (Chief Goblin)

marty (Reminder that we are at least not him)

@the-shrimp-that-fried-rice (Pretty Self-Explanatory)

@8s-wizard-railroading-blog (Land Transport Company)

@odd-animated-armor (Forge Master)

Rave Skeletons (on-call crew) (like regular skeletons but wear various glow sticks and/or novelty glasses) (provided by @the-necrobotanist)

Dock Wizards (ship repair and modification) (imagine a neon green jawa)

SUPPLIERS

@the-necrobotanist (priority supplier)

@wizardvalshadar (supplier)

@alvareus-the-sorcerer-of-seals (illegal scroll supplier)

@shotgunspellcaster (ammunitions supplier)

@combustion-witch (liquorice and book supplier, and construct forge master)

@lixorloveslicorice (Liquorice Chef)

@freelancing-mycologist (mushroom supplier)

@magical-bear-dubin (Forest Supplier)

@redavatar101 (Alcohol Supplier/Consumer)

@thesluttyvampirewizard (Vampiric Import Provider)

@panem-crustus (Carbohydramancer)

@insertblogaesthetichere (mushroom supplier 2: this time it's personal)

@alchemical-overreaction (Alchemist)

@thelycanwitch (Lycan and Lycan accessories)

#wizardposting #wizard posting #pirateposting #wizard island island #wizard island island lore #Wizard Island Trading Co.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Naomi Kritzer's "Liberty's Daughter"

Tomorrow (November 22), I'll be joined by Vass Bednar at the Toronto Metro Reference Library for a talk about my new novel, The Lost Cause, a preapocalyptic tale of hope in the climate emergency.

There's so much sf about "competent men" running their families with entrepreneurial zeal, clarity of vision and a firm confident hand. But there's precious little fiction about how much being raised by a Heinlein dad would suuuck. But it would, and in Naomi Kritzer's Liberty's Daughter, we get a peek inside the nightmare:

https://fairwoodpress.com/store/p148/LIBERTY%27S_DAUGHTER.html

Beck Garrison is a seasteader, living on a floating platform built by libertarian cranks to get away from big government, taxes, and the idea that people owe each other care and consideration. Various kinds of market trufans have built their own fiefdoms: there's a sin city, a biotech free-for-all, a lawless Mad Max zone, and so on.

Beck's father, Paul, is some kind of local functionary. He's wealthy and respected, both a power-broker and a power in his own right. He pays for Beck to get private tutoring (no public schools – no public anything) and if she needs bailing out from some kind of sticky situation, he's got her on his account with Alpha Dogs, the toughest mercenaries on the sea (no police, either). An armed society is a polite society, after all.

Beck has a job, naturally (there ain't no such thing as a free lunch). She's a finder: for all that the steaders worship commerce as a sacrament consecrated to the holy Invisible Hand, there's not a lot of retail at sea. California – the nearest onshore neighbor – has lots of pesky taxes, and besides, it's a long ways off. Besides, space is at a premium on the stead, so people don't have attics and basements to fill with excess consumer junk.

Instead, when a steader needs something – a shoelace, a fashion accessory, or any other creature comfort – they hire a finder like Beck to clamber around between the decks of the aircraft carriers, scows, yachts and other vessels comprising the stead. It's a good way for Beck to earn spending money, and she's a natural at it. After all, she's been a steader since she was four, when her mother died in a drunk driving accident and her father took her to sea.

The story opens with a finding job. Beck wants a pair of sparkly shoes for her client, and the woman who owns them is an indentured servant whose sister has gone missing. Find the sister, get the shoes.

Indentured servant? Yeah, of course. Freedom of contract is the one freedom from which all the others flow, so you can sell yourself into bond labor. Hell, maybe you can earn enough to buy a share in the stead and become a co-owner/citizen.

This is the setup for Beck's adventure, which sees her liberating bond slaves tricked into fatal work details, getting involved in reality TV production, meeting illegal IWW organizers, and becoming embroiled in a pandemic that threatens the lives of all the steaders. It's a coming of age novel, told with the same straightforward, spunky zeal of Heinlein's juvies, but from the perspective of the daughter, not the dad.

Kritzer makes it clear that growing up under the thumb of a TANSTAAFL-worshipping, self-regarding, wealthy autocrat who worships selfishness as the necessary precondition for market clearing would be a goddamned nightmare. She also thinks through some of the important implications of life in one of these offshore libertarian archipelagos, like the fact that the wealthy residents would be overwhelming drawn from the ranks of corporate criminals and tax-cheats, and the underclass would be bail-skipping proles ensnared in the War on Drugs.

But Liberty's Daughter isn't a hymn to big government. Most of the steaders are escaping the US government, a state whose authoritarian and cruel proclivities are well-documented. Kritzer uses the labor dispute at the core of the novel to reveal market authoritarianism – the coercive power that hunger and poverty transfers from the have-nots to the haves. Think of Anatole France's wry observation that "the law, in its majestic equality, equally forbids the rich as well as the poor to sleep under bridges, to beg in the streets, and to steal bread."

If you're familiar with Kritzer's work, you won't be surprised to learn that she tells a zippy, fast moving tale that smuggles in sharp observations about the cleavage lines between solidarity and selfishness. Her story "So Much Cooking" – published years before the pandemic – captured life under lockdown with eerie prescience:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/04/17/pack-of-knaves/#so-much-cooking

More recently, her "Better Living Through Algorithms" is a dazzling display of knifework that'll cut you a dozen times before you even notice that you're bleeding:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/05/02/wunderkammer/#jubillee

If you habitually read Kritzer's short fiction, Liberty's Daughter might be familiar to you, as it is adapted from a series of stories that originally ran in The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction. Kritzer's YA debut, Catfishing on the CatNet, was also adapted from a short story, "Cat Pictures Please," which won the Hugo Award in 2016:

https://boingboing.net/2019/11/19/setec-astronomy-kitteh.html

"Libertarian exit" – buying a country, or an archipelago, or just a luxury bunker – has been in the air lately. It's a major element of my new novel, The Lost Cause, which came out this month – anarchocapitalist wreckers try to sabotage the Green New Deal from the seastead they've moored to the tallest point in the drowned Grand Caymans and declared to be a sovereign nation:

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250865939/the-lost-cause

Kritzer is great at catching that zeitgeist. Seasteading is part of a long, bitter dream of a certain kind of selfish person to escape society, a tale told in lurid and fascinating detail in Raymond Craib's 2022 history Adventure Capitalism:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/06/14/this-way-to-the-egress/#terra-nullius

There's a longstanding joke to the effect that you can shut down any discussion of the merits of a libertarian exit by asking three questions about the brave new world:

Whether you can sell your organs;

Whether you can sell yourself into slavery; and

Whether there is any age of consent.

Kritzer tackles the first two, but tacks around the third. Instead, by giving us a young adult protagonist who has been raised in a rusting libertopia, she finds a decidedly less incendiary way to think about the role of autonomy in adolescents, and thus generates far more light than heat.

The result is a cracking read with a sting in its tail.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/21/podkaynes-dad-was-a-dick/#age-of-consent

#pluralistic

[zukkaart]

A:tla - Pirate AU

Katara: hates pirates, actively tries to cut off their ambush routes. Leads assaults against the biggest threats. Speaks out against superstitions about having women on board

Aang: Katara’s errand boy warrior assistant who actually used to be a pirate but somehow hasn’t put that together (“yeah I don’t know, my family used to sail a lot but I don’t really remember why”)

Sokka: master cartographer and way-finder. He also submits many many ideas to the government about how to reconcile with some of the less violent captains and even use them to everyone’s advantage. Also in charge of finding less dangerous trade routes and gives free sailing/cartography lessons in his free time

Zuko: thinks/says he’s a pirate but is actually just REALLY deep into the black market and becomes a master tradesman. (I.e. he doesn’t actually sink vessels or actively try to hurt people, but has been known to order raids on ships run aground) Everyone he trades with sees his scar and decides its best to just give him a good -if not their best- prices so his ships will go in peace

Suki: runs an all-woman armada that is more feared than most pirate lords. They adopt Anne-Bonnie’s method of dressing like men until right before they kill their enemies- to let them know that they were in fact killed by a woman

Toph: daughter of two wealthy royal merchants- she stows away to find out who sank her favorite ship. She finds Zuko instead and becomes his iron fist- she thought about causing a mutiny against him since she’d “obviously make a better captain” but decides she doesn’t want the responsibility. She’s also their best spy.

#avatar the last airbender #sokka #atla #sokka avatar the last airbender #zuko #Katara #aang #the gaang #Atla Au #the gaang Au #toph #Suki #pirate Au #yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me #someone write this #Atla fic #fic ideas

[dailyadventureprompts]

Adventure: The Wreck Of the Jelziid Pirates

Though the pirate wars are long over, the scars of the conflict linger on, with the skeletal wrecks of vessels still lost in the kingdom’s waterways and the scattered dozens of villages reduced to ash during the raids. Worse yet are the pirates themselves, hundreds of foreign sailors left stranded after their fleet was shattered and the crown took back the great river, forced to linger on in the wilderness as scavengers and bandits, forever outcast from the people they victimized.

Hooks:

An important figure is kidnapped in the night while travelling, their carriage ambushed, their guard slaughtered and the bodies left behind by the attackers clearly indicate the pirates were behind it. That is until the party investigates, and realizes that a number of the bodies left behind are days older than the incident, and those that aren't don’t might wear the right armour but don’t bear any of the tattoos or cultural markings associated with the Jelziid . Clearly someone is trying to shift the blame here, but finding out who it was who staged the attack may require the party to seek out the pirate stronghold in the high wilderness and ask around for witnesses. 

A local merchant is found strung up in the market, his body disfigured in a way that was common for those found guilty by military tribunal to be capitulating with the pirates during the war. The only problems ( other than the brutal death of a well loved member of the community) is that this is well over a decade from the end of martial law, and the local magistrate has been given a tip that it was the party that was responsible. Perhaps they can argue their innocence, or stay on the lam long enough to investigate the charges themselves. 

Every year the crown helps fund a grand festival to celebrate the queen’s birthday, a tradition that originally started to celebrate the arrival of a long awaited heir, but revived in modern years as the then crown-princess proved herself a hero during the pirate wars, leading the defence of numerous settlements and playing a key part in the battle that broke the invading fleet once and for all. This year however a shipment of  gold was stolen from the provincial governor by a group of pirates who’ve taken off into the deep wilderness, putting the celebration in jeopardy. Should the party manage to find and return this small fortune (after perhaps skimming a little off the top) they can expect a major finder’s fee, the thanks of the governor, and guest of honour invitations to the festival in a few weeks.

Background: For generations the raiders of the Jelziid fleet plundered their way across the world’s oceans in a force that only an empire could hope to challenge, raiding entire coastlines in a single night and then moving on to offload their loot and captives at ports willing to trek with such ruthless acquisition. This all changed with the infamous captain Talalan who fought his way to leadership after the, were chased out of their previous hunting grounds by a newly emergent coalition. Seeing that his bloodthisty brethren had perhaps grown too large, too infamous, to carry on as they had, he rallied the fleet with the idea that they’d become fierce enough to claim a territory for their own, settling on the kingdom of the great river as the place they could turn their mastery of water into a dominion of those who worked the land.

Further adventures:

The pirates who stole the gold are hiding out in the wreck of one of their great warships, a mouldering fortress of sloped decks and rotten wood half submerged in the silt of a nearby river. They were expecting to be picked up by some criminal contacts who helped set the heist up, but they’ve been delayed on the river. As the party infiltrates the dungeon and tries not to get ambushed, consider having a clock run down for when reinforcements arrive, potentially losing the party their prize and chance at making inroads with the court.

Either clearing their names through logical argument or escaping the law to prove their own innocence gives the party a chance to investigate the merchant’s death, which in turn reveals he was buying up food to trade with an enclave of pirates who’d set up a makeshift logging camp. Still technically a crime, but the gang of vigilantes who carried out the punishment were infact a group of thugs hired by one of the merchant’s business rivals, who was resentful of him undercutting him thanks to the pirates' help.One of these envious merchants served in the pirate wars with the magistrate’s most trusted official, and used his war buddy’s old emnitiy to convince the official to turn a blind eye to the powergrab and find a convenient excuse (a  troublemaking group of adventurers) 

In their interactions with the pirates, the party keep hearing tell of someone called “The Eelmonger”, an innocuous name spoken with reverence , and an apparent successor to captain Talalan‘s broken legacy.  Whoever the monger turns out to be, the eels are infact monstrous river serpents, some of which have been meted out to the pirates to use as guardbeasts and weapons, with the promise that more are on the way.

#pirates #swamp #river #bandits #abduction #mystery #outlaw #low level #mid level #town #city #dnd #Dungeons and Dragons #ttrpg #pathfinder

[lonestarbattleship]

The incomplete Hawaii (CB-3) being moved to a berth, likely on her way to the scrapyard. Photographed on either May 20 or June 20, 1959. Likely the latter since the Navy Heritage and History Center has a better track record with dates.

Note: her 12 inch/50 caliber Mark 8 gun turrets have already been removed. They were removed in preparation for Hawaii would have become an Aircraft Carrier Task Force Command Ship, under SCB-83 and her hull designation changed to (CBC-1). Unlike the proposed ballistic and guided missile conversions, this conversion was budgeted in 1952.

Painting by Wayne Scarpaci

"This was as parallel to this program was a project to convert the unfinished Oregon City class heavy cruiser Northampton (CLC-1) (later CC-1, ex-CA-125) to a National Emergency Command Post Afloat (NECPA). The NECPA program command ship (Northampton) was where the US President and his Staff would direct US Military Forces during a nuclear conflict."

"Command and control of USN carrier forces during WWII was generally conducted from a standard vessel of the Task Force, with either a battleship or a carrier usually designated as flagship. But the presence of the force commander and his staff aboard was disruptive and resulted in overcrowded conditions, which impacted the combat effectiveness of the assigned ship. But with the superiority of the dedicated Amphibious Command Ship (AGC) concept for command and control of assault forces repeatedly demonstrated during WWII. Serious postwar consideration was given to the concept of a similar dedicated type of ship for Command and Control of Carrier Task Forces. In keeping with this concept in 1952 the USN developed the SCB-83 project to convert the Hawaii (CB-3) into a dedicated Carrier Task Force Command Cruiser (CBC-1). This design was strictly intended as a single mission ship featuring extensive flag facilities for command and control of carrier task forces, but no accommodations for amphibious or other types of operations.

The ship would have been armed with six 5 inch/54 caliber guns in single mounts, shipped three forward and three aft, with eight 3 inch/70 caliber guns in four enclosed twin mounts amidships. It would have fitted an AN/SPS2 radar atop a forward tower and an AN/SPS8A height finder on the aft superstructure. There was to be an SK-2 parabolic dish for tropospherical backscatter communications mounted atop short tower aft of the stack, forward of the AN/SPS8A. Two Mk37/directors with Mk25 fire control radars were provided on the superstructure fore and aft. The superstructure was built up amidships to accommodate the flag staff facilities and the single stack of the original CB design retained."

Work was halted after the turrets were removed and would continue after experience was gained from the conversion of USS Northampton (CC-1). However, it was discovered that it was easier and cheaper to convert USS Wright (CVL-49) into the second Command ship without the loss of capability and Hawaii was sent back to the reserve fleet in Philadelphia Navy Yard.

The hull remained in the reserve fleet for 12 years before it was finally scrapped along with the incomplete hulls of Kentucky (BB-66) and Illinois (BB-65)

NHHC: NH 89293

Mariner's Museum and Park: P0001.014/01-#PN4850, P0001.014/01-#PN4858, P0001.014/01-#PN4853, P0001.014/01-#PN4847, P0001.014/01-#PN4848, P0001.014/01-#PN4849

Information, diagram and painting from "USN BATTESHIP CONVERSIONS PROJECTS" by Wayne Scarpaci: link

source

#USS Hawaii (CB-3) #USS Hawaii (CBC-1) #USS Hawaii #Alaska Class #Large Cruiser #Cruiser #Command Ship #warship #ship #May #June #1959 #united states navy #us navy #navy #usn #u.s. navy #scrapping #my post

[birdmitosis]

RP With Me?

…Okay look. I submitted a thing to an RP finder tumblr the other day but I realized I can just… do this. (IDK why it took me this long to realize I can do this but look okay--)

I am craving roleplay and (probably surprising no one who knows me at this point) I am especially craving my OTP of Cold/Paranoid. And I am ideally looking for someone to play Voice of the Cold with me playing Voice of the Paranoid, but that's a marginal preference I'd be willing to try it the other way around!

I would be completely happy to play other characters and ships at the same time! Particularly other voices ships but I am not at all opposed to ships involving the vessels (including between the vessels!) or the Narrator, etc.

I am open to any ratio of ship to plot, fast-burn or slow-burn, set during the game or post-game after any of the endings, bodysharing or in their own bodies, bird people or more human… I am open to more slice-of-life or leaning into post-apocalyptic and/or horror stuff. I am open to smut but it isn't necessary; I am into trans headcanons (she/her Paranoid my beloved) but they aren't necessary either.

I roleplay in either prose style or script format, in past or present tense, but in third person only. (Except for if the Narrator is narrating things in his specific second-person fashion, I guess!) I am happy to do Tumblr RP, or to play over Discord or on Dreamwidth instead, or even through email! (I'm not familiar with RPing over Google Docs but I've heard some people do that and would be open to learning?) AND I ONLY RP WITH PEOPLE 18+ especially for shippy things like this, even if it goes nowhere spicy at all!

So TL;DR if anyone would be into RPing ParaCold (plus maybe other characters and ships if we felt like it) with me please message me, or hit up my ask box, or reblog this post with interested tags… If you just like the post or reblog it without interested tags I won't assume you want to roleplay, so if you do just let me know!!

THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME OKAY BYE 💖

#rp search #roleplay search #slay the princess rp #slay the princess roleplay #stp rp #stp roleplay #paracold #...i have no idea if i should tag this with the main slay the princess tag but. i won't i don't think. #i don't wanna be annoying I JUST CRAVE

[indigo-ghost-girl]

*Stands on my soap box once again* (Rant warning ⚠️ ⚠️ )

So I can't sleep because it's been plaguing my mind but like, regarding the whole submersible titan situation.

(And this is putting aside any opinions on the deaths of the passengers)

OF COURSE IT F#KING IMPOLODED

It was not "Experental" or "Inovotive," it was dangerous and a case of blatant hubris on the guy who designed its part.

Multiple concerns were raised by engerners of the safety of this vessel. Letters written. People got fired over it!

The glass dome thing couldn't handle the pressure it was going down to. So of course it f#king imploded. I am not a f#king phisist (far bloody from it) but even I can comprehend this. Put thing in place where it can't sustain itself: thing dies.

Watch the Octonauts (a show for kids btw), they have to be extra careful going into the midnight zone. They have to have deep sea suits when in the water, the radio can sometimes completely cut off, extra bright lighting, gup (submarine) finders yknow... backups! Precautions! Because waterpressure and unexplored terratories.

It's like walking through lava in a suit of armour. And they thought they could go down to the ocean floor? REALLY?

Safety rules exist for a reason. Especially safety rules for a submarine going underwater to the the tangled remains of a giant ancient decaying ship!

There is a reason something like only 10 percent of the ocean is explored. Because we can't survive down there without RELABLE EQUIPMENT AND TRAINED PEOPLE.

OF COURSE IT F#KING IMPOLODED

OF COURSE THEY F#KING DIED

FAILER OF COMMON F#CKING SENSE

It's surreal. I'm half inclined to believe the whole thing was made up.

It was not "innovative" or "experental" (dad)

It was a death trap wating to spring and I cannot fathom why so many people seem to be dancing around these very clear and real FACTS. Sugar coating everything.

And ocean gate or whoever is responsible for this are lucky the people who went down signed bunch of wavers or their asses would be sued into the underworld.

These are the same kind of reasons the titanic went down all those years ago.

LEARN FROM BLOODY HISTORY OR WE ARE DOOMED TO REPEAT IT.

We should NOT have to experience tragedies to prove facts we already know! What do you think the brain is for? Why do you think safety regulations are there in place you absolute raving lunatics.

#There are people in this world that simply cannot fathom that they are moral #or actions have consiquences #Although I am hyped for the horror movie #Oceangate #titan submersible #Titanic #Octonauts #etc

[inukag-archive]

hey guys. great job you're doing. i'm really grateful. listen, i'm searching for this specific au fic where inuyasha and kagome have sex and he goes 'i missed you' and kagome gets confused because they haven't been apart at all then she understands and replies 'i'm not your lost mate, inuyasha' i don't know anything else about it because i remember reading this scene through a print screen someone posted on twitter but i'd really like to find it.

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Heartless by Karaumea (M)

He was bitter and merciless. She was clueless to what awaited her beyond the cold walls of an ancient well. In a world on the verge of destruction, will she have to fight the one she wanted to cherish above all? Inu/Kag Rated for adult content.

Damned Deed by Desenchanter (M)

He was tasked to impregnate her. She was meant to be a mere vessel. Their duty was not to think twice. He opened her eyes to the real world coated in lies & showed her how fake people can be… Sometimes fairytales don't come true.

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[cairnsmarineelectronics]

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[farsight-the-char]

Thinking about a Star Trek OC crew.

More details later. The ship they live/work on is a smaller ship (The Harker), and their job is investigating possible cults and the like that crop up in the isolated areas.

The Captain is Markus Stonewall. A large kindly man who was a mess of trauma before being a "fuckery finder". Handles his job well all things considered, though he credits his crew more then himself.

Used to be an engineer on a larger exploration vessel but Does Not Like Talking About It.

Always carries 2 phasers on his person (that are incapable of being set to kill). Has a cybernetic eye that he made himself.

....

Crew of like, 40 people, plus 3 AI (one medical assistant, one that helps pilot and acts as a "reality check", one independent Android who was rescued from an "Apocalypse").

#star trek #my characters #writing mode

[namesetc]

names based on space crafts

apo - apollo - apolla - apolline - apollina

atla - atlantis - atlanta

astro - astra - astrae / astray - astral

an / ann - ancil - ancila - ancillary

bhask - bhaska - bhaskar - bhaskara

chal / chall - challenge - challenger

chan - chand - chandler - chandra - chandry - chandray - chandraya / chandrayaa - chandrayaan - chandrika

cart

col / coll - cole - cola - colu - colum / column / columb - columbi / columbie - columbia

cas / cass - cassi / cassie - cassini

disco - discover - discovery

d - del - delta

end / ende - endev / endeav - endeavor / endeavour

emi / emie / emy (emisat)

eos

en - ent - enter - enterpri - enterprise

finder

fly - flyby

fi / fy - fight - fighter

fal - falcon

gal / gall - gali / galy / galie - gale / gail - galila - galilay / galilae - galilao / galileo

globe

hy - hysis

iris / irs

irnest - irnes / irness (irnss)

kara

kal - kalpana

lite / light

land - lander

mars

micro

mage - magel / magell / magelle - magellan

moon

orb - orbit - orbiter

ocean

ori - oria - orio / oreo - orion

path - pathfinder

rover

ross (SROSS)

rock - rocket - rocker - rocketier / rocketeer

shuttle

sput - sputnik

sate - satel / satelle - satellite

star / starr - starry - starfighter - starship

survey / survay - surveyer / surveyor

ship

sat - saturn

ufo

voy - voya - voyage - voyager

ves / vess - vessel

v

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[captainkurosolaire]

Gold x Silver

 Waves clashed and sundered before a heaving vessel sailing forth aimlessly, tide’s rippled into swirls against the titanic might of the ship. Uneasiness creaking, relentless winds, a tumultuous storm approached. “Let’s end this, matey.” A scoundrel affirmed his eyes glowered in advance and illuminating gold, activating his heritage Truesight, saw a precognition of brief seconds prior, of what will happen or has. – If he hadn’t then, knowing his advisory, he would’ve died right there seeing his future-self fetch a bullet to the skull. Soon as he worded his peace his blood-brother pulled his trigger remorseless. During their intense conversation Captain brought his boot’s loose pulling out ankle first. WIth a formidable accuracy and force in his traditional tactic he threw it at the pinpoint moment that barrel was going off. It wasted a bullet to the air changing the trajectory and going into the skull of their crest on their flag they shared. He launched his other boot at Sol, who leapt away predicting it knowing Captain’s ploys. But that was only a diversion that deviant rogue, enacted the legendary unbeatable secret technique passed on generation to generation among all fighters against an immovable wall… RUN~! The Seeker launched himself in pace off his own ship. Hearing overhead, “Nice try Cap’n! BUT.. bullet wins against even that!” Revealing a second-pistol that his tail had prepared, Captain was against a foe that was equally cunning as him. A shot, barreled out and clocked Kuro through his shoulder as he descended off the ship.  Strangely, no splash... Confused Sol expected to pick-up the sound. He leaned over the ship’s rail, not a speck of blood, or anything… 

No. ...That accursed pirate leapt off and climbed down, crawling through a window-gap between the cannon’s in the Gunport! Kuro's adrenaline, blood swelled high with all this tension. He surveyed left to right the room he was in, knowing his advisory equally as well… Captain couldn’t hope to win against Sol who had all that ammunition on him, or six extra firearms on his holstered coat. He needed to disarm them all in one fell swoop. His items to use were a crate of fireworks the crew wanted to celebrate Captain’s victory at the Budokai but came-up short, there was gunpowder, rigging tools and contraptions, a training dummy and of course cannons that would’ve taken too long. Shortly after, the Captain laid out his plan if he had any… Sol arrived rushing down below taking shortcuts to arrive quicker, he built the Worldly Finder after-all. What a terrifying enemy to go against! Not only a pirate brethren, but shipwright. Captain against a Shipwright the two knew-each other thoroughly, from sea-vessel to personal. In the pitch-shadows of the gun-port, he saw the silhouette of a figure and that infamous Tricorne Hat stood – unbeknownst his hat was propped on the straw-dummy, and a trail of blood-droplets to give it belief, without any hesitation, on impulse alone, he pulled out his gun, and shot a round that was designated to end this chase, an explosive round, there was no fear, only a maniac set to destroy and erase, the recipe for a great ruler of the sea. …But Solaire knew his enemy lacked patience. When that shot connected, of course it led to a chain-reaction, but not like any; Sol accounted for, nor the ship they drifted on the ocean with. Internally a massive combustion came forth, then sparked the fireworks, to spiral everywhere, catching further pyro to everything, leading into gunpowder that led directly up the staircase. Sol’s eyes with lunacy in surprise but also, praise… The Purveyor of Ingenuity showing himself with honor and dishonorably, once again. Again though; this shipwright believed he knew all the tricks against Captain and threw out a contraption, a device that gave a ward, that protected him from the initial impact. It subsided after a ilm, Sol’s foot that back-stepped, hit a snag, a singular rope that was burning from a sparked firework, led directly to his bottom coat. A ember ablaze drew upward; how ironic, this betrayal started with Sol’s attempt to extinguish Captain in cinder. “SHIT!” Came from the Raen, who screamed throughout the ship’s corridors. Forcing him to throw off his chest ware and his arsenal included, now led into using the – secret unbeatable technique: run!

Once that ammunition was given enough heat and fire, that amount Sol carried, a rocketing explosion carried throughout the gunport, denoting and making a huge crater in the room, the ceiling showed the outdoors. The weather’s rain trying its hardest to sizzle out fire but the storm had yet, approached with a devastating downpour. The ship wobbled and forced both of them into launching and losing balance and smashing against wherever they were, everything shook like they received cannonfire from their enemies. Kuro wasn’t in the clear either. That shot that he received, had frighteningly been revealed, among pirates, you should expect foul play. Sol was the Innovator of Disaster, the bulky Seeker felt a dizziness and coldness, sickness in him before vomiting forth. He had been poisoned with an agent that worked against his tolerance. His body often could handle any biological, plant based since his body was not only conditioned in consuming from his Black Shroud visits… But this was a Garlemald force, with hands-on industrial chemical poison. It worked faster than expected. Now Captain was on a clock, to get to his cabin room. The hallway he was in, held a safe-back door way there, with a secret ladder connecting the left and right wing of his closest Crewmates by a ladder and hatch to his cabin. Amongst his pace forth, a turret deployed in ambush came out, detecting Kuro’s heat signature. Thinking quickly on his feet the feline jumped off his feet and grabbed a rope to a lighting source to evade the first shots. He swung himself with rapid-movement channeling Huton between and yanking the fixture with him, swinging off the appliance with force he destroyed both the chandelier and the small-turret bot. All that movement did was quicken the poison, he could feel his breathing congested, his lungs getting infected in distress, not having long before it eventually traveled to his heart or brain, he was against time. Sol was discombobulated and knocked into a barely conscious state from the whiplash of landing so harshly and close to that devised sonic impact, although showing signs of life, his scales had damage. Meanwhile the Blackguard reached the ladder but now, knowing things were booby trapped ahead, going forth, Captain had to be even more careful. The moment he lifted up, a laser flashed across, if it wasn't for his instinct and tail sticking up, would’ve lost his digit. Instead he recoiled, another droid-node was spinning around, searching for further heat signature. Kuro began panicking, heart racing from cold-sweats, he was seeing double-vision at this point. The pirate leapt off the ladder and with the poison’s noticeable effects in his steps, he was stumbling to reach the galley. From there he brainstormed and looked for a fast solution. With survival in mind, he reached into his own flesh-wound and pried finger first with a pain-jerking reaction his bullet still lodged in him. Taking the Crew’s stove and burning a pan he made a make-shift tool to cauterize his protruding crimson ichor that wanted to spurt out into a blood pool. Unable to dally, Captain turned off the stove’s flame and grabbed a match box of lighter, fuse, and a high alcoholic bottle of brew. He returned to that troublesome ladder and concocted a molotov cocktail throwing the contained incendiary with hatch open and overhead, the laser-turret picked up and shot its heat and caught glass-break, which the flames ignited and melted the metal. Kuro, following right behind in pursuit, put out the fire before it grew impossible to quell. Stumbling his skin, noticeably more pale. A thick-dry vomit of blood came ushering out of his design. Taking further strain, the energy of Kuro was fading, it had taken over his entire lungs now. He saw the collection of potions that were neatly in the display case of antidotes, alchemy purposes in his room, he just needed to reach… So tired… Eye’s struggled to stay open, drowsiness was swelling up.

Captain finally clasped palms over the sliding glass to his stash of salvation, upon his knees with little to any coherence left, a tripwire sprung, and every concoction inside was shattered with a rope and cannonball attached from above his ceiling if he had the muster to stand earlier, it would’ve smashed into him breaking his spine from the impact, but instead with Sol’s own dangerous creativity, it still served to be disastrous for a frantic, panicking Captain. “N-n-no….!” Salvation nearly at hand was broken into shrapnel of shattered glass, pools of various liquids were all over the place. Captain somehow had to identify and recognize the right one at this point, from his smell, texture and memory alone. He deteriorated further. Sprawling forth to his only chance. The palpitations in his heart began their last sequences, slowing noticeably, almost instantaneously. Captain lapped against wood, splintering tongue against a green murky pool with his last ditch-effort. However, a stillness came over. Pupils dilated, devoid of life, raspy breathing wheezed, before unfortunately… silence.

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[gentrychild]

So, fic finder, but for the PJO fandom . . . if that is ok.

Something where Percy is actually Kronos' child?

I mean more in the sense like Annabeth, where Percy is a "Thought child," where Kronos plans his escape by creating a half-blood vessel for him to possess, so he can escape Tartarus without needing to reform his old body.

Or something along those lines.

Fic finders, ASSEMBLE!

#I would read this #fic finders