#Modify it real good and boom

[ceratosaurtalks]

Cheap custom backgrounds?

Hi! Want to give your enclosure something like this?

Well let me help you do this in a affordable way to give your animal some new enrichment and climbing opportunities!! Theres a misconception fancy backgrounds are hard to do or are expensive to do. This is... Very much not true! So lets do the one above together! Heres an overview of the supplies you'll need: -Your Enclosure of choice -Cocofiber and Sphagnum moss(OPTIONAL, can opt to paint) -Aquarium grade Silicone -Great stuff pond and Stone -Cork bark, roots, sticks, small rocks(OPTIONAL) First things first, you're going to want an enclosure.

This is a DUBIA 4ftX2ftx2ft[LengthsXwidthXHeight), Also known as a 48"L x 24"W x 24"H(Inches) or a 120 Gallon Enclosure. This is considered the researched minimum size for common exotics like Ball pythons, Corn snakes, Bearded Dragons and the like to thrive. *Disclaimer: Im aware there is several groups and movements who are pushing for a 5x3x2(ft) minimum for Bearded dragons, I ultimately agree with them and the advancement of exotic keeping, but a Bearded won't suffer in a 4x2x2. Dubia Enclosures are some of the cheapest in the market, however they're decent for the price. They are stackable which makes it great for saving space, but please note they can NOT hold a lot of weight, so be mindful of that.

I own 3 of these. Two Version 1s and on Version 2, which is the one above. The V2s are generally nicer in design in my opinion, theyre functional more importantly. Once you have your enclosure of choice, lay it on its back as shown in in the first image. Next, you're going to want to prep your dry background. I use Organic Cocofiber and Sphagnum moss. I buy these extremely cheaply from Home depot or in bulk off Amazon. Make sure your material is COMPLETELY DRY! It will NOT stick if it has any moisture. Break apart your Cocofiber block and mix it with your dried Sphagnum moss in a container and have it ready on the side. I use the bulk Coco fiber, which costs about $23 for 5 bricks on Amazon. You can get them cheaper if you dont buy bulk, I do a lot of gardening and have a lot enclosures so its easier for me! https://www.amazon.com/Organic-Coco-Coir-Bricks-Compressed/dp/B01N1YP8O6?th=1 for a 4x2x2, I only use 2 bricks. Likewise, I buy Bulk moss for the same reason: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BK7XMNWL?ref=nb_sb_ss_w_as-reorder_k0_1_10&amp=&crid=1RDHFNSAUX0DF&sprefix=spaghnum%2Bm&th=1 You will only need. ONE BRICK. For the Sphagnum moss. Maybe even less than a brick. You're going to want to wet this then dry it before use. Dont be me. Dont be fooled over how small and thin those moss bricks are. I made the mistake of trying to wet an entire brick and I had to use a deep soup pot to contain it. It *explodes*. You will be buried in moss. You will scream and cry and beg for mercy as you are overwhelmed by the amount of moss Expanding from a singular brick. I am not exaggerating, I learned my lesson, please god, do not make the same mistakes I made. I still have. So, so much moss. Sometimes I still find Moss from my Mossaggeden. NOTE: Please make sure to use organic, and do not used DYED moss! Double check your ingredients, Dyed moss can be toxic to your animals! Next,

Silicone time, baby! You're going to want to use Aquarium grade Silicone from Home depot, please double check to make sure you're getting Aquarium grade! This will cost you a whopping $3 At Homedepot. The Caulking gun was an additional $12 if you dont have one already, however, it is re-usable so its a great one time purchase because I use that bad boy for a lot of my projects lmao. Once you struggle to open your stupid bottle of Silicone without exploding it like I have on several occasions; time to be silly!

We're going to Silicone this bad boy up reaaaaal good. Dont be me, USE GLOVES! It makes your life so much better I promise. So why are we doing this exactly? Its simple, this will help your background last! It gives it texture and helps the spray foam stay in place. It also keeps your background from peeling so easily, texture matters! Your hands going to be very tired after this. Youre going to want to leave this alone for the next 24-48 hours. Minimum. You want your silicone to dry and want to make sure the smell is gone before continuing to the next step!

This is the funnest part. Spray foam time! For the 4x2x2, I use about 3 Bottles of this stuff. Make sure you're using NON-TOXIC Spray foam! Pond and Stone is my favorite to work with. When I add things into the background, I make sure to have a 4th can of this stuff on me. This will be the most pricey part about it. Lowes has it for $12-14 a can, but its $15 a can on Amazon. This is really the only big 'expense' when it comes to backgrounding. Smaller enclosures use less, but bigger enclosures will need more. !!!!!!!THE NEXT STEPS NEED TO BE DONE TOGETHER!!!!!!!! Youre going to want to be fast about it if youre using my method. Start spraying random patterns into the background. Youre going to want to make sure youre covering every inch of the enclosure, you can do zigzags, cut it into triangles, squares, it doesnt matter. Different shapes give you different background textures, so go nuts!!! Dont leave space between the foam, and go ham. Theres no wrong way to do this. Once thats done though, you're going to want to do the next step IMMEDIATELY:

Adding your background texture and features!! This step MUST be done while the spray foam is still wet. First, take any rocks, cork, sticks, ext if youre adding them and shove them into the background. Dont have money to pay for expensive Reptile decor? You can sanitize your own rocks and sticks from outside yourself for free. I will make a guide about how I do that soon ahah. Press any features you want into the spray foam background nice and firm, then use the extra to spray around the items to secure them in place. Once you got your features in, its time to take your pre-prepped background and begin pouring it in! Spread it evenly across the enclosure. Do NOT worry if you have excess, poor it in anyway. Once you've poured the background in. GENTLY pat it over the sprayfoam. Next, you'll want to leave this to dry for the next 24 hours minimum. Leave it laying on its back so nothing drips or sags where you dont want it to!!! After 24hours, lift the enclosure and gently tap the back of it to knock off your excess background to reveal your background!

Annnnnnd you're done!!! Now you're free to add your lighting, real or fake plants, heating, substrate and other decor as you please! This can add so much more enrichment to your animal and give them so much more room to utalize their space. My individual personally loves his background and utilizes it all of the time! Contrary to belief, a lot of snakes aren't 'pet rocks' if you give them stuff to explore and climb. My guys out pretty often! Of course it comes down to personality too ahah.

Heres some pics of him using his climbing features! He prefers the middle climbing feature here and the one off to the right, where he uses to bask when he doesnt want to be seen and hangs out the top of it, or his bird perch when he doesn't mind being right there out in the open. c:

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

The way batfam will be hurt when reader start collecting and wearing green arrow merch. Let her even be a oliver's new sidekick and made costume and arch . There are so much cool anime character who are archer like ishida(bleach), Kagome(inuyasha),sailor mars or yona(akatsuki no yona). Bats suck😘!!!

"AIM TO SHOOT AIM TO KILL"

(Since it's spring break, I've been trying to do all my tasks in my inbox. Also, I love this idea; the weeb in me is begging for release.)

I like to imagine an archer reader who is like Ishida from Bleach. They're all serious, calm, and collected, but have a weird side to them, like how Uryu has a thing for sewing. So does the reader; it's a silly little pastime that becomes a great skill for hand-eye coordination. Plus, they keep seeing rips and tears in the other arrows' clothes, so they sew them up since they're neat. You like to put your initials on Ollie's hood when you sew it back together for him, or put your Quincy mark on Dinah's leather jacket. You can't help it; the archer reader used to have a bow that was twice the size of their body, so you modified it to become a glove that had a little Quincy star symbol on it. With just a press, a blue light appears, and boom—there's your bow. The reader's archer suit is all white with a long cape that covers most of their body. You're always in areas of high elevation for your shots and mostly shoot objects that can trigger a chain effect, targeting people at meetings. You're attached to Ollie's hip or Dinah's, and Bruce and Dick can't do anything about it because they're not your mentors. During meetings in Young Justice. You'll skip over to Roy and whisper something in his ear, and then all of a sudden, the two of you are leaving. Why? You're sleepy! You make little plushies of the Arrow fam and hang them up in your bedroom where the Batfam merch used to be. Let's just say the Batfam is hurt. Bruce thinks you're coming to him because you need something, but nah, you're going to Ollie so he can pick you up over his shoulder. He's seething while you're calling Connor your big brother. Tim feels a pang in his chest; he's not even in the same room. You're hanging off of Roy like a panda bear while Jason is polishing his weapon; he might just shoot that redhead, but the archer reader has pretty good aim. Your shots almost always come out perfectly. You used to have real arrows, but you swapped them out for another source that allows you to use ultimate arrows. The only drawback is the burn and cut on your fingers. You're running out of bandages and tears because Dinah won't stop scolding you. Your code name is "White Arrow"—basic, I know, but it works. Ollie teases you by calling you "White Rabbit," which you secretly like but will never admit. If you're lucky, Cissie might go on a mission with you if she's not busy with school. Lastly, you have a thing for going to archery competitions but won't do one in Gotham. You can feel the bats staring at you from a mile away and don't invite the arrows there, screaming your name through the stands even if it's supposed to be a quiet event.

[ghostlycamil4]

𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐: 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒆

𓂃 ࣪˖ we might be early for christmas, based on a sweet request from my muti @sunniescats bakugo + reader + mistletoe = exposed (kind of)

It was Kirishima who saw it first. His booming laugh cut through the conversation. Then Uraraka let out a small gasp. And within seconds, the whispers spread like wildfire through the living room.

"Are you serious!?" Mina shouted, pulling out her phone.

Your name appeared several times in the comments. Bakugo’s too.

And you… you still didn’t know why.

Until Denki, wearing his classic oops smile, walked over with his phone in hand.

"Don’t hate me, but… look what I accidentally posted."

The picture was a little blurry, the typical chaos of a party: everyone grouped together making faces or throwing up peace signs.

But the background…

The background told another story.

There you were. Half-hidden by decorations and movement, but unmistakable. Your body turned slightly toward him, your hands laced tightly with his.

The intimacy was written all over Bakugo’s posture—leaning ever so slightly toward you, in the way your fingers sought his, in how he didn’t let go.

The room fell into expectant silence. Someone stifled a laugh. And then:

"I KNEW it!" Mina shrieked, pointing at the screen. "I freaking knew it!!"

"We weren’t hiding it," you muttered, while Bakugo let out a low scoff, clearly annoyed.

"We just weren’t announcing it," he added dryly.

But no one was listening. Because the comments were already flooding in online:

BAKUGO??? HOLDING HANDS??? AND HE LOOKS HAPPY???

And we thought the mistletoe was just decoration. The power...

They’re so cute it hurts my chest

It’s about damn time, BAKUGO!

You smiled. And then you remembered… exactly how it had happened.

The living room had been packed, the music playing at medium volume, voices mixing with the clink of glasses and the scent of cinnamon in the air. But you and Bakugo had drifted off, instinctively finding your way to the quiet hallway near the back.

There it hung—an overlooked mistletoe. One of those Kaminari had put up “just in case.”

Your fingers shifted gently within his, squeezing softly. His palm was warm, holding yours with a firmness that didn’t overwhelm. His eyes dropped to your lips for a moment, then to the little branch hanging above you.

"You thinking what I’m thinking?" you whispered.

"That Denki’s gonna talk dumb shit if he sees us," he said, still deadpan, though he didn’t pull away.

"That we’re standing under a mistletoe," you clarified.

Bakugo clicked his tongue.

"Stupid-ass tradition..."

You chuckled softly.

"It’s just a kiss, Katsuki. And no one’s watching."

He looked at you then—really looked at you. His crimson eyes held that calm intensity he only ever showed when his guard was down. He squeezed your hand just a little more, like it was his way of bracing himself.

Then, without another word, he leaned in.

His lips met yours with a quiet kind of gentleness. The kiss was slow. Intentional.

When he pulled away, he didn’t speak right away. He just rested his forehead against yours, the closeness lingering like warmth in the cold air.

"We didn’t need the mistletoe," he murmured finally, voice low and brushing your lips. "But it wasn’t bad."

"‘Wasn’t bad’?" you repeated, pretending to be offended.

He huffed.

"It was good. It was... you know."

"You look kinda cute like this," you whispered.

Bakugo pressed his lips together, shaking his head.

"Don’t say dumb shit."

But he didn’t let go. And neither did you.

And when, a few minutes later, Denki’s picture captured that moment where you were just standing under the mistletoe, holding hands... no one knew the real moment had already passed.

That the kiss had already happened. And that the part no one caught on camera—that was the one that truly mattered.

Content @ghostlycamil4 2025. Do not copy or modify.

[rassicas]

The Art of Splatoon 3, pages 300 and 301, translated and typeset. The page features the map of the world of Splatoon 3, which had already been translated officially...mostly. There were a few landmarks present in the JP version that aren't in the english version. I went and added those missing landmarks and included the map as a separate higher res image. You can compare it to the official english version here. The names of the locations are pretty direct translations. Yokosuka peninsula and Chi-Ba (minus the dash) are real places in Japan. Kara Highway comes from how Bankara and Haikara both end in "kara"...if I were to localize it, I'd call it the InkSplat Highway... Atsugi oasis I assume is a play on atsugiri, a thick slice of food, and atsui, hot (???uncertain) I also took the liberty of changing "border zone" to "prefectural border". This implies Inkadia and the Splatlands are part of the same country, and is info present on the JP map, but not on the official english translation.

transcript of text under the cut...

Worldly Investigations We investigated a variety of places, and we discovered many fascinating things, such as traces of humanity, interesting structures, and more on the lives of marine creatures living in the present day. The following is a supplemental report of our investigation, with a map included.

The Splatlands A region located to the west of Inkadia. It consists of the Outer Splatlands Desert and its surrounding area, and has the second largest urban and economic area after Inkadia. The region is famous as a world-class tourist destination, with Scorch Gorge and the Splatlands Desert National Park still existing in their nature-rich prehistoric state. Numerous settlements have been scattered around rivers and the Crater since ancient times, and a unique and diverse culture has developed in the region.

Rocket Launch Pad The rocket was aimed for a new world separate from Earth, but an unfortunate accident occurred in the final stage of development, and the human race perished without the rocket taking off. The launch pad is in near perfect condition, and could be reactivated anytime, so as long as there is enough energy.

Undertow Spillway A huge underground flood bypass that was destroyed during the last great war. It had been abandoned for many years and garnered a negative legacy due to the enormous cost of dismantling it. However, when an area with relatively few collapses underwent maintenance and opened up as a battle stage, its popularity exploded. The longtime fans of the spillway loudly protested against the changes, but this opposition has subsided.

Trizooka A modified version of a special weapon once used in Inkopolis. A huge compressor fills the bottle with a huge amount of ink, and with compressed air, shoots the ink forward in a spiral. It's considered good manners to pick up the fallen bottles after battle.

Red Hammertreads Anakki has caught on to the latest trends, and has presented a collection of "looting"-themed footwear. The message of "Take what you want by force!" resonated with the boom of rough and rugged Splatlandian fashion, creating some die-hard fans. The motif of the collection is a gangster octopus, which has turned blood red with rage. This deep crimson color is symbolic of the collection.

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere Prince x Witch! Reader

TW: Drugging (Love Potion), dubcon

Wanna buy me a coffee?: ☕

Once upon a time, in a land full of magic, a witch is in her tower stirring liquid in her cauldron.

"Ok, my seafood boil should be ready," You say, wiping the sweat off your head.

Your phone rings from the counter, and zap it so it answers the call.

"Y/N, we've gotta go to this ball!" Your friend, Ella, full name Eleanor Charming, exclaims, making you roll your eyes.

"Ella, just because your family has extreme luck finding love at balls, doesn't mean I will. Besides, I like living in the woods. The princess with powers and Eduardo are good friends. I babysit their kids sometimes, real firecrackers," You respond, tying your hair up. "Now, if you excuse me, I have crab legs to eat."

"Too late, I already magiced up a dress for you!" Ella exclaims, appearing behind you. "Boom!" 

White light hits you, and suddenly, your comfy purple pajamas are replaced with a long, purple ball gown with black lace covering the front. You have long, black latex gloves and thigh-high high-heel shoes swirling around your legs made from crystal. Your hair is in a bun and is held by an ornament resembling thorns. 

"You really chose a look that says I'm from the Woods, huh?" You question, walking to Ella. 

"Yes, I did. Now, come on, we're about to be late!" Ella giggles, grabbing your hand and running to the black Mercedes outside your castle. "I modified the animal into carriage spell into something more modern."

You buckle your seatbelt, and Ella speeds off to the prince's castle. As you wait in the line of limos, you redo your lipgloss and spritz a bit of perfume to get the crab smell of your skin. 

"It's our turn, get ready!" Ella squeals, giving the car to the valet.

"Princess Ella Charming and her friend, Lady Y/N L/N!" The announcer yells as the two of you walk into the ball.

"Wow, this place is bright," You comment, looking at all the jewels, lights, and glamor.

"I know, right? It's so we can glimmer as we dance," Ella exclaims, dancing away with a man.

"Well, I've been left alone," You grumble, grabbing a glass of wine and walking to the hallway.

While exploring the castle, you find a path leading to the royal garden. You see a handsome man with blonde hair, tan skin, and greenish-blue eyes crying near a large fountain with a mermaid spitting water. You realize it's Prince Henry's younger brother, Prince Helio.

"Henry...why did you have to go?" He cries, making you feel sorry for him.

"Uh, hi! Sorry to interrupt your crying session, but would you mind me asking what's wrong?" You ask, revealing yourself. 

"Oh, sorry. I'm supposed to be out there finding a queen to rule with, but I'm out here crying over my brother. Henry was such a good older brother to me. He helped me with studies and sword training, but then he went into those woods and never came back. Now, here I am about to be king alone with only my mom and dad as family," The young man weeps, wiping tears from his face.

You knew what happened to the former Prince Henry. Everyone in the Woods did. But, it's things like this that are the reason people like you live in the Woods.

"I'm sure your brother misses you dearly. Even if he can't come back, I'm sure he'd want you to be a good king to your people," You comfort him, handing him your glass of wine. "Besides, it's your party. Wouldn't exactly want to let everyone down, would you?" 

"You're right. I, Prince Helia, shall make this the best pre-engagement party in this kingdom. Now, do you desire another drink, love?" 

"Yes, and just so you don't have to keep calling me love, my name is Y/N L/N."

Prince Helia leaves to get a cup of wine for you, and he pulls out a pink vial from his cape and pours it into your wine. He shakes the cup a little and lets the potion settle into the wine. He smiles lustfully, knowing he'll have the eternal love, the fairy tale ending he always wished for.

"Here's your class of wine, princess," Helia says, passing you the drink while he secretly pours the rest of the vial into his wine. "To happy endings!"

"To the Woods!" You proclaim, wrapping your arm around his to do your toast.

"To love!" You and Heli exclaim, drinking the wine.

When the wine travels down your throat, the potion takes effect immediately. You feel dizzy, and your wine falls to the ground. You fall, and Helia catches you.  

"My love, are you ok?" Prince Helia asks, holding you in his arms as he feels his heart beating. 

"Helia~" You moan, sitting up and leaning in to kiss him.

You kiss Helia, and it's like you both have lost control of your body and emotions. The kiss feels so good, you could've sworn you are in heaven. His hands roam your body as your tongues intertwine. Spit comes out of both of yours and Helia's mouths, and his short blonde hair ruffled as your hands run through it.

"I love you. I love you. I love you!" Helia chants, his kisses trailing down your neck. 

"Ah-ah~" You moan, sticking your neck out as leaves his mark.

Helia undoes your corset, and he throws it to the side. Your dress falls to your waist, leaving your breasts bare for him to see. You quickly shimmy off the rest of the dress and kiss Helia again.

"You look absolutely gorgeous, darling," Helia compliments, his eyes full of lust and love. "I need to worship your body. Come here and let your prince worship every inch and imperfection of your body and soul."

"Yes, my love," You reply, straddling Helia.

Your beloved prince traces every part of your body with his hand and circles the beauty, birth, and stretch marks. He kisses your clavicle, breasts, armpits, every body part on the way down to your pussy. When he finally reaches your clothed sex, Helia kisses it. 

"Helia, I'm-"

"A virgin? I know. But that doesn't matter because I would've loved you even if you weren't. I love everything about you. Your stretch marks, your body hair, even your scars."

Helia gently takes off your underwear and spreads your legs. He deeply kisses the entrance of your pussy, and he inhales the scent of it. His tongue enters your vagina, and your body can't help but react. Your back arches and your hands grip the stone steps. As Helia eats you out, your hips buck into his face. Helia speeds up his licking, and you suddenly start to feel weird.

"Helia, I feel strange!" You moan, sitting up.

"It's ok, my love, embrace that feeling," Helia replies, giving one last kiss to your pussy and kissing your inner thighs as you cum.

Helia begins to strip, and his clothes go flying off. His six-inch cock drips with precum, and you instantly want it in you.

"I'll be gentle. I know it's your first time. God, I can't wait to make love to you and give our kingdom an heir," Helia says, crawling towards you and lining up with your entrance.

You lift your legs to give him room, and he holds your hands. You wrap your legs around his waist, and he kisses you deeply. 

"I'm going to enter you. Tell me if there's any pain," Helia states, slowly inserting his dick in you.

You twitch in pain, and Helia's hands are on your face. He kisses you again, and you kiss him in return.

"I'm ready, Helia," You say, looking at his beautiful green eyes. "I'm ready for you."

Helia thrusts slowly, panting and moaning as if your body is sweet nectar. His steady rhythm of thrusting sends your body into ecstasy.

"Mm~ Helia," You moan, feeling Helia's cock move in your pussy and kisses on your neck.

"Are you enjoying me, my love?" Helia questions, speeding up the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Yes! Yes!" You exclaim, loving your high.

Your toes begin to twitch, and hearts appear in your and Helia's eyes. Helia's thrusts speed up, as do his kisses. Love bites cover your neck as Helia reaches his orgasm.

"I-I love you, my-my princess! I love you!" Helia stammers, climaxing and cumming into your pussy. His legs twitch as he orgasms.

"Oh-oo-ah-Helia!" You scream, your toes curling from the release and your pussy tightening around Helia's dick.

Helia kisses you, tears flowing from his eyes as he rides out his climax. When he's done, his sweaty body rests on yours.

"I love you. I-I love you so much, Y/N. I want to be with you forever. I need you," Helia rambles, resting his head on your chest.

"I know, my prince. I know," You pant, rubbing Helia's head.

~~~~~~~~~

After your passionate session with Prince Helia, your prince covers both of you with his cape. He's been kissing your skin since fucking you, holding you in his arms as if you would go away.

"I'll announce our engagement tomorrow, and we'll be married next week," Helia says, kissing your hand, knuckles, and fingers.

You fall asleep in your prince's arms, and he kisses you goodnight. 

"Goodnight, my darling."

[seraphicloves]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

⊱✿⊰ summary: a class 1b girl admires Bakugo, what happens when she finally does something to grab his attention?

⊱✿⊰ warnings: swearing? fighting: mentions of injuries, blood, bullying this is platonic i imagine

⊱✿⊰ notes: this is pretty different from the request but uhh yipee yay im so cool Idrk what to say, I might edit this once I actually write the thing.

His bone crunched beneath your fist, a sickening blow to the center of his nose. You weren't to blame for the fight, it was fully the boy you were beating up who was at fault.

"Ugh, you...bitch!" He growled, wiping blood that was leaking from his nose. You narrowed your eyes dangerously, powers flickering to life. You shouldn't have let his stupid comments get to you, it doesn't matter that Bakugo hasn't noticed you. But the way he acted like he was somehow superior to you just because he was in 2a made you feel infuriated.

You were honestly very fired up at this point, you wanted to smash this dude's face into the ground. For now, you grabbed his collar and gave him a right hook. He was honestly pretty lame, he didn't even block the punch.

"What is going on in here?" A voice boomed, making your back straighten and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. The boy had a similar reaction, while also taking this chance to worm his way out of your iron grip.

Rigidly you turned around, plastering a big smile on as you looked at All Might. He was frowning at you, eyebrows furrowed with frustration.

"Fighting other future heroes is not good behavior." He scolded, voice echoing throughout the courtyard. You felt all stares on you, prickling your skin like they were actually touching you. "You two are going to Nezu's office."

Sighing, you followed All Might while sparing a glance to the student who has formed a crowd around you. Your eyes met red, a scowl on the blond boy's face as he stared directly at you.

Bakugo noticed you. Bakugo noticed you.

•───────────•°•❀•°•──────────•

"Oi! You, what's your name?" Bakugo called, walking rapidly towards you. (In all honestly you couldn't help but feel your heart rush with excitement.)

"I'm [Last Name] why're you asking?" You replied, trying to keep your cool. Emphasis on the trying, after all it isn't everyday your UA role model notices you. He was hovering by you, arms crossed over his chest and his constant constipated expression on his face.

"I saw your fight and I'm glad that dickhead finally got what's been coming his way." Bakugo said with a shrug, "I wanted to know who actually deserves a place in this school."

"So, I'm...not an extra to you? Even though I'm in 1b?" You asked, eyebrow raised slightly. It was strange, bantering with someone you have imagined as a role model. This felt like a fever dream.

"Eh, you're less of an extra. I'll keep an eye on you, [Last Name.] I hope you meet my expectations." Bakugo said, before marching away once again. Holy...fucking..shit.

You watched him walk away, eyes wide and jaw slightly dropped. Surely this was fiction, surely a hallucination caused by head trauma. You pinched your arm to check, and sure enough this was real.

You hoped to meet his expectations too.

lori © 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything weird with my writing! i like reblogs and comments but please be kind as this was my writing.

[glitter-stained]

Seen mentioned that DC doesn't actually take big swings anymore rn and while I haven't read enough to know for sure I do agree that I feel that vibe, so here are some big swings that I, as candidate for future CEO of DC, would install if I were to be elected:

-bring back permakilling. Everybody dead right now? Dead. Boom, sorry. Note that for those whose dead status is unclear/questionable due to crisis mayhem (i.e. Wendy Jones) this doesn't count. But yeah Alfred is dead and going forward if you kill a character, they're gone. That includes plot-twists about faking one's death, though I might make exceptions for a really good plot idea, but generally, no.

-shut down Arkham Asylum entirely. To me the concept is unsalvageable, I understand the idea behind it being rehabilitation but #1 no you can't fix him it's not a brown haired fictional man who kills people it's a prison that doubles as a mental healthcare facility, #2 the entire justification for the prison/psych ward amalgamation that is Arkham builds on the idea that the root cause of violent crime is mental illness. Either fully make it a prison and make a separate mental healthcare facility in a place that is not severely haunted, or nuke it entirely and start over with two different concepts.

-this one I believe comes from the amazing @paigeoforacle so I will just put the link for the details of that idea but yk how a lot of people look at rebirth Barbara and be like "this isn't my Barbara Gordon"? You're right. It isn't.

-kill the Joker.

-let characters get weird/intense. I'm talking Rose Wilson finding Grant Wilson's preserved corpse and trying to Frankenstein it back to life, Jason Todd building a super intricate death saw trap for himself in an attempt to commit addressed suicide, Mia Dearden going on dates with way older men she met on tinder and immediately using some grand complicated stratageme to escape the date (ie go to the bathroom and climb into the restaurant's vents) just because she's trying to prove something to herself. Dick needs to be having Shakespearen inner monologues on his relationship with Bruce, and Donna needs to be fucking her clone/alternate version of herself based on the genuine belief that this will fix her. This kind of messy.

-epic fight scene where Starfire kicks Superman's ass. Modern DC writers and a lot of fans have ideas of "who could beat who" and power-scaling mixed up and that needs fixing. Also it'd be awesome.

-make more beloved heroes explicitly mentally ill, and a wider panel of mental illnesses. Dick Grayson schizoaffective disorder diagnosis I'm especially rooting for.

-hey speaking of him remember when Superman fought the KKK irl? Let's bring that back. Let's get Superman to help fight the ICE.

-bring back goofy villains. And I don't mean go back to the era of goofy villains only/completely, I'm a horror enjoyed and do love some thrillers/darker themes, and detective stories, but I want them to coexist with goofy villains. No Chuck Dixon cannot convince me that Condiment King is scary, I want Batman to be fighting a villain of that level of goofiness one night and then a demon who turns his victim's flesh inside-out the next. Never let them know your next move!

-give Batman a yellow ring. (Also take advantage of that to remind everyone how powerful the GL actually are.) "but i'm tired of evil batman arcs!" big swings aren't supposed to make everyone happy and i will say, i'm tired of evil Batman arcs with no consequences. He modified a person's dna to strip away their agency through paralyzing fear. He's not getting out of the yellow lantern arc this time. (And I personally vote for Guy Gardner beating his ass).

-make the birds or prey (with the real Barbara Gordon) fight the CIA. And make Green Arrow fight the US-Army.

-Erase Trinity out of existence somehow. Actually collapse that whole future dimension or something. Idk if it's the same universe or not but also erase red haired Lian Harper from the possibility of existence.

-more mix-ups/variations in genre! Oh the GL are magical girls? I wanna see more magical girls tropes in GL stories. DC stands for Detective Comics the bats are all detectives I am not seeing nearly enough agatha cristie types stories anymore. None of that is to say you can't also have epic superhero fights in these stories, I'm saying to mix the genres. We have time travel and spaceships and aliens, go sci-fi with it!!! Make star trek references! Go nuts!!

-make the characters do bdsm (explicitly). As in you don't have to write explicit sex scenes but I want like one character who wears a bdsm collar 24/7, getting interrupted by a phone call while their partner is in the other room and they're struggling to pick up the phone because they're in shibari, have a character kneeling at the feet of another, shit like that. Fuck with platonic bdsm especially. And especially within the batfam.

-bisexual Dinah coming out yes but also Dinahollie discover poly.

-make Barbara 10 years minimum older than Dick.

-I said before no more random resurrections but you can and should definitely put your heroes/characters in time-out for some good time! Get creative with it. Oh that character has a huge healing factor? Get chained to a mountain in the Promethean Eagles dimension buddy (don't worry about the name babe, this plot's about to deliver.)

-kill Tom King.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 21 - Dystopian AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 21, word count 979

CW- Death by gunshot

The Earth was dead. Nothing grew apart from genetically modified mushrooms. The planet’s water was so toxic it had to be run through filters repeatedly to make it even halfway drinkable. The once beautiful green country Sirius lived in was now brown.

The HOB owned everything. They owned the food, water, phones, housing, and vehicles. Whatever you could buy. Somehow, it all led back to The HOB. 

Sirius lived in an old block of flats that had been converted to house hundreds of occupants. His room was a small pod. It was barely tall enough for him to sit up in. He did, however, have a shelf, which most people would kill for. It’s the little things in life. 

Most of the Earth's inhabitants, at least those with money, had bought passage on the gigantic space cruisers. They were cities in the skies, set to blast off into outer space to protect the elite from the Earth’s final days. 

Sirius had helped to build these beasts, but apparently, he wasn’t good enough to be part of the crew. So he spent most of his time in a local garage helping to fix the vehicles of the same posh prats that would be leaving.

One such vehicle had an issue that took him the entire day to sort out. He pulled out a stack of paper real-life paper from the air filter box. The customer brushed him off when he came for the vehicle, and Sirius was left with the papers. 

That night, he pored through the papers. He didn’t understand half of it, but he understood enough to know this was important. Sirius decided he needed to show a friend of his what he’d found.

“It’s, it’s, it’s amazing. Sirius, The HOB, has been hiding this from everyone. It’s not too late to save the Earth!” Marlene exclaimed as she typed some complicated equations into her computer. 

The door burst open, and armed guards flooded into the small space. They raised their guns and shot Marlene before she could even open her mouth. Sirius ran. 

He didn’t know how he got out of that room, but if he had to guess, they probably hadn’t expected him to move. 

Sirius had always been fast, and he used the adrenaline coursing through his veins to run as fast as he could. The men were right behind him, though. He dashed around a corner and found himself on the airfield with the space cruisers. 

He raced towards the nearest one and, with the knowledge only someone who’d helped build one, opened a secret hatch in its belly and wiggled into the cramped space. 

He gulped in air as he tried to catch his breath. The hull was so dense. He had no idea if the men were still there. He’d have to leave it for a few hours at least before he tried to escape. 

With the adrenaline wearing off and nothing but his thoughts to keep him company, he let the misery of Marlene’s death wash over him and focused on how it was his fault she was gone. The tears that fell from his eyes were thick and hot. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried. 

Suddenly, a horrendous booming rumble blasted his eardrums. It took him precious moments to realise the ship was about to launch. He tried in vain to open the hatch, but once the engines were engaged, all external doorways were locked down. 

The noise got louder, and he screamed as his eardrums tried hopelessly to block out the noise. He crushed his fists to them and felt the ship begin to rise. 

The booming got worse, and he was crushed into the floor as the behemoth gained speed. He felt his bones rattling and shaking as the ship fought against the Earth’s gravitational pull. 

After what felt like an eternity, everything stopped. He knew there would be the gentle thrum of the engines if his ears could actually pick up sounds anymore and that the ship wouldn’t feel like it was moving at all if his body wasn’t still trembling. 

He reached his hand above him and unlocked the internal hatch above him. He dragged himself up into the corridor. It was made for crew and never meant to be seen by the paying passengers. He wandered along it, having no idea what he was going to do. He didn’t have permission to be here, and he didn’t put it past some of the employees on here not to just expel him into the void. 

His ears popped as he walked down another corridor, and he regained some of his hearing just in time to catch the sound of boots walking towards the next bend ahead of him. He flew through the door beside him and waited for the footsteps to disappear. 

Sirius glanced around the room he was in. It appeared to be sleeping quarters, and compared to his tiny pod, it was huge. Two full-sized beds, built into the wall in bunks, a door that probably led to a washroom and two sets of drawers. 

Before he could plan his next move, the washroom door opened, and a tall shirtless man wrapped only in a towel, with beads of water running down his chest, walked out into the room. 

“Oh, hello. I didn’t think I had a bunkmate.” He reached out a hand. “I’m Remus.” Sirius tentatively took it and shook it. 

“Sirius,” He introduced himself. 

“Well, hello, Sirius. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

Sirius forgot all about the previous hours of his life. He’d have to find a way back to Earth and figure out a way to get the information out that would save it so that Marlene’s death wouldn’t be meaningless. But right now, all he cared about was the man with the honey eyes beaming at him.     

[lynnbecks-mainblog]

Hey you! Yes, you! Learn how to use GZDoom!

Also if you see this post, please reblog it if you think it's good, like I don't think Tumblr's algorithm (that kinda exists) will like it.

Hi, I'm Lynn "WJB" Beck, and I'm here to tell you about an exciting new old game engine that is extremely easy to use for not just making original games, but also mods and animations and stuff!

And this engine... is GZDoom.

GZDoom is an enhanced sourceport of the 1993 first-person shooter, demon-punching simulator and stress-test for pretty much any technology that contains a computer. As opposed to more low-key and/or "vanilla" sourceports like Chocolate Doom or Boom, GZDoom allows for a lot more options, including Build Engine-style voxels, several types of dynamic lighting, and even stuff that was originally exclusive to specific Doom Engine games, like Strife's light RPG mechanics, This means that it can be used to make extremely impressive "total conversion" mods, and even fully original games with entirely custom stuff!

This guide covers how to get started, and a basic overview of how certain things work (get ready to learn about lumps!).

Getting Started

Ok so before you can start Doing The Thing, you need to... install some software! Don't worry, it's only like 4 and they're fairly lightweight.

Go to this website here and download the most recent version of GZDoom. You will need this to actually run your game.

Go here and get Slade. You will need this to import custom graphics and audio, as well as to use text-lumps (which are basically necessary, even if you're making a basic custom level set, and I will explain why further down).

This ZDoom Forum topic is where you can get Ultimate Doom Builder. While there are other Doom mapping tools, UDB is what I personally use, and it's extremely beginner-friendly while also being fairly versatile. It even has a built-in script editor, so you can modify a script and then immediately jump into testing to see if what you've done has worked!

Finally, you need a copy of specifically Doom 2. You could use Doom 1, but in my opinion Doom 2 is better because it has a lot more stuff than the first game, and - let's be real - you'll probably be doing a lot of vanilla mapping to get to grips with the editor before you can start making your big ambitious game (which is what I'm doing over on my modding sideblog, check it out). I'll leave this one up to you. EDIT: I forgot that Freedoom exists. That's also good.

Mounting stuff into Ultimate Doom Builder

Next, you'll need to get UDB set up. This is fairly easy. First open UDB and, as soon as it starts up, go to the top-menu and click "Tools", then go to Game Configuration. Select "GZDoom: Doom 2 (UDMF)" and click "add resource"; using the attached file-explorer, locate the Doom 2 folder on your computer's file system and add DOOM2.WAD to the list of resources, then do the same with gzdoom.pk3 in the GZDoom folder (making sure to switch the "Add Resource" tab from "From WAD" to "From PK3". Click Ok, and you're done!

If you want to put your custom graphics into the game, you simply create a WAD file in Slade, put your graphics in (more on that later) and save it; then when creating a map in UDB, this box will appear:

If you click "Add resource" here, you can then select your custom wad and use any assets, code etc. in your map!

How Slade works

This bit is a bit more complex because it deals with multiple file formats and methods of importing stuff, but I'll start simply by explaining textures, flats, sprites and patches.

Before I do that though, I need to talk about Markers. To define images as a sprite, patch or flat, you need to put them between a pair of Markers with specific names, which you can create by clicking the "New Entry" button:

"Empty (Marker)" is selected by default, so all you need to do is name it. The naming format is [LETTER]_START to start a section and [LETTER]_END to end one; S_Start/S_End are for sprites, P_Start/P_End are for patches, and F_Start and F_End are for flats. You can, additionally, further subdivide this by making another pair of Markers inside a Start/End pair with a number after the letter, but I'm not sure if this does anything (my only experience with it is that the Doom 2 wad file does this).

Now to explain how these things actually work! First, sprites. A sprite is an image that represents an object or creature in the game, and a cool thing that GZDoom does is let you use generic PNGs instead of Doom's proprietary GFX format. Sprites use the following naming scheme: a four-letter identifier, a single character denoting what frame of the animation the image represents (the Arch-Vile, which has the most sprites out of any monster in Doom 2, has frames that go from A all the way to Z, and then [, \ and ]), and finally a number from 0-8 that indicates the angle the Thing (that's the technical term for a Doom Engine entity, by the way) is at. Using the Imp as an example:

The "0" angle just means that the sprite should look the same regardless of the player's angle; this is used for items, decorations, the death animations of all monsters (including players), and the two sprites used for Doom II's final boss.

A cool thing about sprite angles is that you can actually make a sprite work for multiple angles; by adding an extra frame-letter and angle-number after the first set, you can do things like have a monster whose left and right walking frames are the same but mirrored by formatting the sprite's name as something like NAMEA2A8 (in fact, the Imp uses this technique for all its sprites apart from its death animation).

Next up, flats! Flats are square textures that are designed to go on floors or ceilings (though you can use them anywhere, including as sky textures!) but lack the flexibility of patch-based textures. You literally just. Import your texture and put it between F_Start and F_End. That's it. That's how a flat works.

And finally, patches. Patches are complicated, but very easy to use when you know what you're doing. First, put your image between P_Start and P_End, then right click it, put your mouse over the "Graphics" dropdown, and select "Add to Patch Table". You will then be prompted to create a TEXTURES lump; click "Ok" with the default settings. This creates a Texture1 lump, and the "Patch Table" (which is just a list of patches, which I will explain soon), alongside P_Start and P_End if they aren't already present (and a dummy texture). Double-click Texture1 to open it, and then select "New Texture" (you can adjust the scale, too):

Once this is done, go to the top-right corner and click "Add patch":

By default, you only have access to any patches you have assigned, but a cool trick I use in my own mapsets whenever I want to modify an official texture is to copy its Texture1 entry from the Doom 2 WAD, then paste it into my WAD's Texture1 and rename it. This does create copies of the constituent patches in your own wad's P_Start/P_End section, but you can delete those and it will still work fine.

Both patches and Flats are limited to 8-letter names, so be warned.

The actual final thing to talk about is converting PNGs to GFX; this is a simple process, but it can cause issues with colour. Basically, Doom has a very specific palette:

While this can look pretty good, on images it wasn't designed for or that use colours it doesn't feature, it can look pretty bad. For example, if I put this random image I made through the conversion process:

Then it comes out looking like this:

All the more cyan-adjacent hues become more blue, it nuked the antialiasing, and some of the gaps in my colouring are now much more obvious (especially on the fifth character's head and legs).

My point is, only do this if you want your mod to be compatible with more vanilla sourceports, or if you want to reduce the filesize. Otherwise, you're better off just using a strict palette when making the sprites and keeping them as PNGs.

Custom palettes are possible, but like. Literally all you do is click "New Entry", select "palette", name it, click the "Import from" button (purple page with a diagonal arrow on the top-middle of the palette-view window), set the filetype on the file explorer to "PNG", and import your custom palette image (which should be square (non-square images get squished and lose some colours) and 16x16 at the smallest, though the images I normally use are 128x128 because for some reason they're scaled up by a factor of 8, even though they display the same when imported regardless of size). You can even test them out or add them to the in-built palette list, which is nice. If you want it to override the default palette when your WAD is loaded, name the lump "PLAYPAL", which is what Doom's palette is called.

Now we get to talk about text lumps! I don't have much to say. Do the "New Entry" thing, select "Text", and name the file. The ZDoom wiki - which I will be linking to at the end - has information on each type, so check those out.

Map making

This is the final main section of this, and I'll try keeping it fairly brief and simple. Doom maps use four main elements; Vertices, Lines, Sectors, and Things. A Vertex is, well a vertex; it's a point in 2D space that acts as a starting or connecting point on a Line. Lines can be either walls or walkover triggers, depending on how you use them. Sectors can be rooms or shapes on the floor, and have properties such as damaging floors, being "underwater" (the player can swim and sound is muffled), or even having different gravity. Finally, a Thing is any entity that isn't one of those, ranging from monsters to player-starts to decorations, plus some complex technical ones I can't even begin to explain.

Useful resources

I am not good with words, but these places are!

ZDoom wiki - covers both regular ZDoom and GZDoom, plus other sourceports like the multiplayer-focused Skulltag and Zandronum. It has guides about ACS and ZScript, two of GZDoom's most useful tools for scripting maps and Things, respectively, as well as the obsolete "DECORATE" language which ZScript incorporates many elements of.

Dragonfly's Doomworks - mapping tutorial resource. I use their portal tutorial a lot whenever I want to put portals in a map.

Doomwiki - good for looking up monster and weapon stats for if you're making custom Things.

[kudzucataclysm]

sometimes i like it when theres no real reason for a character to be able to do something. like when i first got to meeting sanji in op and he did all that insane shit with his legs and all he said was “a chef only uses his hands for cooking” BOOM i was good with that. that was good enuf reason for me literally nothing in comparison to the other insane shit ive seen so far you go white boy but then it’s revealed way down the line that hes like genetically modified and a prince or wtv so hes lame to me now-

[script-a-world]

Submitted via Google Form:

In the rural farming communities of my world, I'm thinking about a potential plot related reason that would cause it to culturally be common to have small familes of 1-3 children. But I've noticed that across the world such communities generally welcome a whole ton of children because they work on the farm. When I remove that part... how could it affect my farming community? Technologically, these communities hover between 19-20th century tech.

Tex: Less children dying from things like starvation, illness, and untreatable injuries, and also a whole lot of self-owned, effective, easy to repair machines that can do the work of several people in a fraction of the time. The nineteenth century, or 1800s, had a lot of social upheaval and the beginnings of scientific progress in understanding what diseases were (Wikipedia). The twentieth century, or 1900s, had an exponential increase in knowledge compared to the 1800s, as well as a corresponding population boom (Wikipedia). To wit, one billion overall population was recorded in 1800 (Wikipedia).

Compared to previous centuries, those two hundred years were the most advanced in human history in terms of medical development and accessibility to education. It was, also compared to previous centuries, some of the most polluted and war-riddled that lead to new methods for the stark impoverishment of the global population. Women being strongly encouraged through many means - many less acknowledging of individual freedoms than others - to bear as many children as possible over their lifetime is due to high child mortality rates, where playing the game of statistics meant that you would possibly get a handful of children reaching adulthood that could take over the family farm (or other estate or inheritances) and ostensibly take care of their parents when life has run them over roughshod too much to work anymore. The development of pensions has done much to alleviate that societal, generational woe, and shift the perception of children in their social role from live-in workers to additional members of one’s family. This is, of course, not a uniform movement, as poverty will perpetuate the ideas of large families and responsibilities for inheritance (and thus situations such as arranged marriages, etc), which is still ongoing today in many, many parts of the world regardless of a country’s GDP. For the time period of 1800-2000, farmers having 1-3 children depends entirely on how much money they already make, have inherited themselves, and how little they can spend on producing agricultural products. This will include such “cost-cutting” measures as:

the cheapest labor available (see: immigrants, or prison workers, as seasonal labor when slavery was given a different legal definition in countries like the U.S.),

chemical agriculture,

genetically modified crops,

vehicles such as tractors, and 

a lot of very good marketing

So, generally, the richer your family already was, the less you needed to have a dozen or two children born per generation to use as labor, because you could spend your plethora of money on new and cutting-edge technologies that would turn agriculture into a passive money-making business for you. This is the same for non-agricultural industries of the time, especially with the post-WWII price-fixing measures and before the introduction of modern credit cards, credit scores, etc, where money generally had more purchasing power and the average person had more disposable income that would have been otherwise allocated to things like food, medicine, replacing worn-out clothing/shoes, transportation costs, and putting a roof over one’s head.

Notably, after the mid-2000s, there has been a decrease in the average person’s disposable income, so what was true for 1800-2000 will not necessarily be broadly applicable after that period in time.

Utuabzu: One place you can look to for a real world example of this is France, which hit an average of approximately 3 children per woman in 1871, and had long had a lower birth rate than the rest of Europe. A major reason for this was the Salic inheritance system, which saw land divided equally among all sons. This was a serious disincentive for a family to have more than one son, since over time it resulted in farms that were divided into ever smaller and less viable plots. And since a daughter would require a dowry to be married, they weren’t much more desirable. So farmers in France had significant motivation to limit the number of children in their families - though as Tex mentions above, this was counterbalanced by the need to have spare kids to account for the relatively high childhood mortality rate. This resulted in the French population remaining essentially stable at around 20 million between the mid 15th (after it recovered from the Black Death) and mid 18th (when medicine started to be an actual science) Centuries, while the populations of other European regions expanded significantly.

So, it’s perfectly possible for a pre-modern largely rural society to have a low birth rate, so long as there are appropriate legal and technological conditions. Extra farm labour is great and all, but not worth it if the end result is the family being left destitute after the landholder’s death because the farm got divided into unviable fractions.

Licorice: families welcoming a whole lot of children might be overstating the case. Before reliable birth control, families endured a whole lot of children because there was no way to prevent them. It is pretty much universally true to say that wherever women have control over their own fertility, the birth rate goes down. Very few women actually want to give birth to eight or ten children over the course of their reproductive life, though there are always outliers, of course.

A woman’s control over her fertility is determined by two main factors

Access to reliable contraception

Her freedom to choose whether to use contraception

Some women may live in societies where they are allowed to make decisions about their own bodies, but don’t have access to the birth control they need; in other societies, the birth control may be available, but the woman may not be the one making the decision. 

In all societies throughout history means have been devised to deal with the arrival of children who were surplus to requirements. These included

Infanticide, whether state-endorsed (e.g. in ancient Sparta) or illegal (e.g. in 19th century Europe)

Adoption

Foundlings and foundling hospitals

Selling the child into slavery

Some societies historically have set such a high premium on male children that “excess” girl children would be routinely killed at birth. Even if allowed to live, if a food insecurity situation arose, the available food would go to the brothers and the sisters would be allowed to starve. In general, societies that set a high premium on male children are those where the girl children are “given away” to another family when they marry, while the boy children are expected to take care of their parents in their old age. 

Sparta is an interesting example of a patriarchal, militaristic society where it was easier for a girl child to survive than a boy child. Physically imperfect baby boys were killed, whereas physically imperfect girls were often allowed to live on the grounds that Sparta needed all the Spartan-breeding wombs it could muster.

Utuabzu has already spoken about the correlation between land available for farming and population levels. When a society over-produces children, and insufficient land is available on which these children can raise families of their own, their options included:

Migrate: the seemingly endless swathes of so-called “empty” land available in the West encouraged large families in 19th century USA. Greek cities in the 8th century sent their surplus population to establish colonies all around the Med and the Black Sea

Enter a religious order 

Move to the city and take up a trade or profession

Fraternal polyandry or “wife-sharing”

Join the army

Make war on neighbouring societies to acquire their land for your own group

Human societies seem to have perpetually poised between two equally perilous situations: having too many children, and not having enough. We have been equally ingenious in devising solutions!

[nerdyboyfriendkisser]

One mutual showed interest and that automatically means I NEED to post about it-

So I imagine my self insert's story taking place during season one if the story was so jammed packed into just 10 episodes. He'd be like a major side story yknow? Or just sometime during when the main plot isn't happening.

So big bad evil scientist who is super obsessed with mutants, just more specifically figuring out what can take them down. They all got such a wide range of powers. It would be impossible to take them all out at once!

So again, they become insanely obsessed with creating a mutant that can combat them. But you can't just create a science experiment and call it a mutant because... it wasn't born the same way. So evil scientist guy finds a couple who they know is going to have a mutant baby and who most likely couldn't handle a baby (idk using tech like the sentinels yknow? They were able to eventually track who would have mutant descendants so. Something like that!) And they make a deal with them. Just offering to adopt their baby, leaving out all the superweapon stuff.

So they get a baby and boom- science experiments!

Years later, the x..men become a thing which just incredibly worsens this obsession. So now the superweapon's new specific purpose is to take down the x..men because they are like the huge example to the world of what a mutant is and what it's like to be one. Wide range of powers across the team, etc. Etc..

During the first season is when the mission is finally put into plan. 001 (because why give your superweapon a proper name if they are just meant to fight?) is introduced to the X..men's world by immediately attacking. They are sent to where an evil operation is already taking place and just... kind of make it worse. So yknow, guys trapping mutants and getting ready to transport them. Since the X..men would already know about it, why not just take it over and hit them with that surprise?

I dont know how to explain the battle because.. I am not good at explaining that. But their whole power is reality bending yknow? It's very much like movie verse Mel's powers but... put differently. They are in a lot more control of it and it's not just silly and cartoony. Best way to describe it is like how The Goblin Queen does it. Manipulating the area to where it feels reals! And it feels worse because this loser had been genetically modified to be worse so. Like the powers are strong in an out of control way (ADDING ONTO THAT! They gotta be controlled in some way yknow? If they get out of control, what's going to stop them from killing evil scientist huh? So... electric shock collar-)

And again, bad at describing battles but towards the end they get shocked. Either from using their powers too much or because they did something evil scientist didn't like. But it makes them stall for a minute, right as something is about to fall on them because.. idk insane battle = pieces of the building breaking. And that it when the moment of H.ank saving them happens. Why? Who knows. Maybe H.ank saw the shocking and realized 'hey this guy? Obviously not in control of whatever is happening' or maybe it's just because of the X..men's beliefs, trying to save everyone. But no matter, he saves them from being crushed.

And after that, they are absolutely starstruck. Them being saved is like the first act of kindness they have ever experienced and that small act just makes their obsession start and spiral.

So every attack after that is less about taking down the x..men and more so about seeing H.ank. Even whenever they are doing non-attack missions and just supposed to be walking around the town and figuring out the next big thing, its all just about figuring how to get closer to H.ank.

I am not sure how it ends after that uh! I'll be honest! Do they get together? Who knows 😊😊

More fun facts uh- Mel does eventually get his name! He makes himself one after he starts doing the 'just walking around' missions because if he talks to someone and they ask his name, it would be weird if he didn't have a response right? At first it's Melanie because before Trans 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️. Through these missions, they also discover what Trans is so, boom- Melanie becomes Ash 'Mel' Jones!

He purposefully avoids doing offensive attacks towards H.ank. The rest of them? Absolutely. H.ank is magically free. The others come home with scraps and all tired, and he's spared.

Idk if half of this makes sense- this is just me rambling my ideas out- I'm so open to ideas or suggestions so 😭

[galeorderbride]

Through Blaze of Fire, I'll Find my Way (co-written chapter)

I contributed a piece for @hyperfixationstation128's fic titled above. Thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to co-write a chapter with you :)

This is Gale's perspective on the events of this chapter. Whereupon he witnesses Arcane enduring a violent attack and shipwreck, doing what he can to aid her. (Events set pre-game).

Once again, thank you @hyperfixationstation128 for asking me to do this with you, it was great fun!

WC: 1328

Rating: T

Chapter under the cut!

Living in the dock district meant there was never a dull moment out the window. Gale sipping coffee, tea or a glass of wine as he people-watched out from the tallest height of his tower. Late mornings perfect for a breath of fresh air after spending hours pouring over magical tomes, losing sleep where he shouldn’t. Easing the dark circles around his eyes so his mother wouldn’t catch on to his bad habits. 

Today, the tide was high, storm clouds blocking the rays of the sun trying to peek through. Rumbling thunder boomed in the distance, the scent of petrichor combining with the green tea Gale had prepared for himself that day. There would be no outside activities, not with the weather. Gale enjoyed those days, an excuse to lounge about in his tower, read with Tara and perhaps bake if he had the ingredients. His mother had been talking about how much she craved his honey cake. 

Until a shatter of lightning beamed from the midline of the sea, illuminating the horizon in a silver blade. From where he sat, the strike seemed to produce a large, wailing object floating in the crashing waves. An illusion, as he realised the giant form was a ship, wrecking shockingly close to the shore. Horrid whips of wind and salt water banging against the sides, cracking the wood and slicing the sails. His eyes widened in horror, unaware that he swore under his breath and Tara heard him. 

“Mr. Dekarios, what has you so startled to use such unbecoming language?” She asked, climbing up to the window seat and gazing out at the sea herself. Her hair raised against her spine and tail. “Good heavens! What kind of disaster is this?!” 

“Tara, I’m quite certain whoever is on that ship is in grave danger. Would it also be unbecoming to take a…closer look?” Gale asked, mischief laden in his erudite voice. 

Tara cocked her head to the side in contemplation, “Perhaps I encourage your nosiness too much, Mr. Dekarios. But I’d be a fool to stop you from seeing danger that you could help prevent.” 

An enchanted spyglass sat on his desk, a golden shine across the room via candlelight. Enhanced with magic that allowed one to view miles longer than any regular lens would allow. Gale grabbed the tool, pulling each layer out until fully extended, holding the scope to his eye. 

The storm was a disguise for the real fight, the spyglass showing a skirmish akin to a violent mutiny. Sailors thrashing everywhere against the rain, mixed with a desperate attempt to attack a certain individual being chased and dragged across the ship. Gale first assumed an abusive captain was getting his just desserts, but upon closer examination, he realised what was transpiring was much, much worse. A young woman, assaulted by a gang of reckless pirates for some reason or another. Chestnut hair blowing and sticking to her face in the wind, defending herself with something he never expected a pirate to wield: 

Magic. 

With the wave of her hands, droplets conjuring around her palms, Gale discovered that there was nothing natural about the thrashing storm. She caused the waves, pulling the water against the ship to knock down her attackers. The woman was a wizard, or perhaps a sorcerer. Either way, to see something so powerful was nearly a punch to his own ego. Nearly. 

He’d read about such spells before, modifying weather patterns and elements through the weave. They weren’t necessarily difficult to cast, but they were volatile. Chaotic, ready to betray the caster at a moment’s notice. Such was the nature of this incredible woman’s efforts. The waves smacked against the ship, knocking it back and forth enough to buy herself some time. He could see her through the spyglass, concentration breaking and rekindling, causing the waves to betray her, nearly drowning her in places. She retrieved command back quickly, even in the violence, but there was a lack of discipline. One that might lead to dire consequences. If not today, another, if she survived to see. 

The magic was a half measure, doing enough to distract the violent crew but not to take one man’s attention away. A haggard, older man he presumed to be the captain, as every other person did exactly what he said. Other than the unbridled sorceress sliding up and down the slippery deck, trying and failing to find her balance. The captain shouted at his men, Gale unable to hear what the words were. All he had was sight. Not that he had much time to speak, as a giant wave plummeted under the ship, jerking everyone up. The woman flew, her body slamming back against the wood. A blow so strong, Gale caught himself twitching in surprise. 

“Weave, save me! There’s a woman being assaulted on that ship, Tara!” Gale exclaimed. 

“Mr. Dekarios, I hate to make a terrible situation worse, but I have a feeling that’s a slave ship. If you are inclined to help the girl, you may want to act fast with those captors in mind,” Tara said, pawing at the window, her tail batting back and forth with anticipation. 

“That concentration of magic…by the gods!” Gale exclaimed, “Though I must admit, I’m a little afraid she might accidentally send those waves our way.” 

Gale thought for a moment, wondering how he could ever think to intervene from so far away. But as he watched the young woman struggling to survive her attackers, he knew he had to do something. Before her luck ran dry. 

“A slave ship, meaning most might be on the lower decks, locked up. I can’t see them but—perhaps an upcasted knock spell…” 

Flicking his hand forward, a light blue glow emanating from his fingers and winding all the way to the ship, the spell managed to sink through the circular windows of the lower deck. Even if he couldn’t get every lock, the ones he did free could do the rest. With the distance, Gale had no idea if the spell worked. Just because the weave within him touched the decks, didn’t mean they reached the destination. 

Tara and him waited with baited breath, breath shaking as he watched every angle of the ship he could. From the lower decks, up to the unoccupied wheel, up to the skirmish of crewmen being fought off with ever weakening magic. The woman was getting tired, flustered. She wouldn’t last for much longer. 

“Please,” Gale whispered. “Come on.” 

A few seconds went by, painful ones that tempted Gale to give up hope on him helping the poor woman and the slaves aboard. He wanted so badly to help. The thought of a woman’s violent death on his shoulders because his talents finally reached a limit…he couldn’t live with that. 

All of the sudden, a mob of slaves ran up from the lower decks. Far more than he expected, people of all shapes and sizes running at the crew with whatever makeshift weapons they could find. Pure elation ran through Gale’s heart, an excited laugh bubbling from him as he nearly jumped for joy. 

“Tara! Look at them all! Ha!” Gale exclaimed. 

“Goodness! Perhaps there’s a chance for the poor souls after all,” she said. 

In Gale’s excitement, he didn’t notice that the pandemonium led to the death of the captain, and much of the crew. Rain still showered over them, the ship crashing against the waves, threatening to throw everyone into the depths. That, he didn’t have much option to assist with. He hoped, with his distraction, she’d be able to do something with that powerful magic. 

Oh, did she ever. Summoning a picture perfect portal, enveloping the entirety of them off the ship. Just in the nick of time, as the ship cracked through the middle, breaking in a battering explosion of wood before sinking into the sea for good. The woman, the slaves, all of them were gone. 

But where?

[topnfactory]

The Revenant Factories: How Replicas Are Eating the Swiss Entry-Level

(Industry Analysis by Sophie Chen, CEO Anvil Watch Co.)

Walk into a luxury boutique today, and you’ll see Swiss brands fighting a war they can’t admit to: replicas are cannibalizing their $1K-$5K entry-tier market. Our Anvil sales data reveals why:

The New Replica Economics

FactorPre-20252028 RealityPrice (Submariner Rep)$380-$600$1,100-$1,800Buyer ProfileStudents, laborersIT professionals, realtorsKey Selling Point"Looks real""90% gen quality, 300% value"

The raids birthed unintended consequences: scarce = desirable. Limited runs of "NF" (No Factory) super-replicas now command waitlists. A "ZF" Patek Nautilus rep sells for $2K – half the price of a Tudor Black Bay, with superior finishing.

Swiss Brands’ Crisis

Design Stagnation: Tudor’s Black Bay 58 vs. a $1,200 "Clean Factory" rep? Social media tear-downs show near-identical case geometry.

Service Bottlenecks: Authorized dealers demand 8 weeks for a simple movement service. Replica "ghost shops" offer 48-hour turnaround.

Material Parity: 904L steel, ceramic bezels, and AR-coated sapphire are now commodity parts. The "Swiss premium" erodes daily.

The Anvil Perspective——Replica Watches

We see hybrid demand:

Brazil: Marco reports 30% of Anvil Pacific buyers own replicas as "beaters."

Germany: Luxury resellers refuse pre-owned Rolexes without blockchain NFC verification.

Guangzhou: Lao Li’s legal battle over Michael’s Daytona has made "restoration certificates" a booming fake industry.

The future? Replicas won’t disappear – they’ll bifurcate. Low-tier shanzhai watches flood AliExpress, while high-tier "artisan reps" become Veblen goods for collectors who’ll never queue at an AD. For Swiss brands, the existential threat isn’t counterfeiting; it’s losing the narrative that only they can craft excellence. As one client told me: "My Clean Factory Pepsi proves perfection doesn’t need a crown."

Key Real-World Inspirations:

Blockchain NFC Tags: Rolex’s 2023 patent filings for embedded authentication tech.

"Frankenwatch" Scandals: 2024 London auction house lawsuits over modified vintage Rolexes.

Rise of "Sterile" Homages: Brands like San Martin exploiting design loopholes.

Luxury Service Crisis: Actual 12-week wait times for Rolex servicing.

The replica ecosystem mirrors crypto’s evolution: decentralized, adaptive, and built on distrust of traditional power structures. Anvil navigates this by anchoring itself in transparency – but as Lao Li’s plight shows, the past always demands payment.

[dindjarinandlysakane]

The Sweetest Taste - Chapter 41 - Ner Cyar’ika

When Din Djarin meets a beautiful cake seller from Nevarro, do you think he’s just going to stand back and let her suffer at the hands of her abusive boyfriend? After a lifetime of heartache and pain, Lysa Kane realises she’s not on her own any more and finds an unlikely friend in the Mandalorian. And Din Djarin does not like men who treat women like that, not one tiny bit. Friendship/comfort and maybe something more…

Masterlist

Chapter 41 - Ner Cyar'ika

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*This chapter contains some VERY strong NSFW content. 18+ only*

“C’mon, Mando. It’s a classic!” said Karga in a booming voice, standing, hands proudly on hips, gazing up at the large ship before him.

“It's a hunk of junk, is what it is,” replied Din in a scathing voice. “I’m not flying that.”

The two men were stood in the Nevarro city shipyard, the sky above their heads now dark.

Over the past couple of days, Din had sought to make it his mission to fulfil Lysa’s wish to travel off-planet and visit the stars. And knowing that he needed to borrow a ship far larger and more comfortable than the N-1, if he was to have a passenger as precious to him as Lysa Kane on board. Din had come, this evening, to see Greef Karga, knowing that his old friend owed him more than a favour or two.

And so thirty minutes later, here they stood, in the new base Karga had only recently set up. With a variety of ships all around them in the large hollowed out port, illuminated by artificial spotlights angled up from the ground.

The two men stood, gazing up at the ancient old modified Corellian light-freighter before them, with Din giving a huff of frustration.

Surely this wasn't the best Karga had to offer?

“Well this ‘hunk of junk’ apparently made the kessel run in less that twelve parsecs,” noted Karga with a nod.

But Din merely gave a grumble. “Pfft. Looking at it I’m surprised it can even fly,” he said moving over and giving the landing leg of the ship a brief kick with his foot.

“Oh it can fly,” said Karga admiringly. “I won it fair and square off a guy in a game of sabaac a couple of months ago. He was not happy to see it go either. Him and his Wookie friend made a real scene.”

“Haven't you got anything a bit more modern?” sighed Din, taking a few steps back and gazing around at the other ships in the small yard.

They had, so far, been around them all. Yet Din, so picky with his choices, had not been happy with any of the options that Karga had offered him.

But Karga turned to Din now, eyeing him.

“Y’know you still havent told me what you need to borrow a passenger ship for?” he commented, his bright eyes twinkling at Din knowingly. “Wouldn't have anything to do with a certain baker, who the last I heard, has been staying at your cabin for the past few weeks?”

But Din just tilted his head in an unimpressed fashion in Karga’s direction.

He had always been a very private person, and he certainly wasn't keen on the entire city knowing his business.

“I just need a ship big enough to take three people off-planet,” is all he replied, his voice low and firm, as Karga gave a huff.

“Well come back tomorrow evening and I’ll see if there’s anything else we might have stashed away that may be suitable,” the High Magistrate said easily. “You know it’s a good job I know you so well, Mando. Anyone else would call you closed-off.”

Din pursed his lips, before brushing past Karga and heading out of the ship-yard without even a goodbye to his friend…

…as Karga watched him go, chuckling and giving a shake of his head as he watched the tall Mandalorian leave.

…………………………

Twenty minutes later and Din landed his N-1 Starfighter, just outside his remote-cabin, set in the middle of the Nevarro desert.

The lights were on, shining a warm and welcoming light into the darkness of the surrounding scrub land.

He knew that Lysa was inside, having left Grogu in her capable hands, just an hour or so ago.  But that hour was now late. Later than Din had planned, with Karga’s day being full up with meeting after meeting for the entire day prior.

Lysa had already told him that she had planned to put a sleepy Grogu to bed, shortly after Din planned to leave, and then head to bed herself.

Having spent the entire morning baking her wares and then making deliveries, it was no surprise that Lysa needed her sleep.

Things between them had been greater than Din had ever imagined they could be.

Each day, the shining light of Lysa Kane, enveloped his very existence. Making him feel like a better man with every day that passed them by.

He knew that sooner or later he would have to go back to taking on bounties where he could get them. But for now he was enjoying these easy days here with her.

He dropped himself down from his ship and less than a minute later he was inside the door to the cabin.

The lights were on inside but they were on low. With no movement inside the small space, save for the last couple of glowing embers in the grate on the far side of the living space.

Din headed to Grogu’s room first, opening the sliding door and checking in on his son, who was sleeping restfully in his tiny bed, where Lysa had obviously put him down not long ago.

A moment later he had closed the door once more, making for his own Sleeper where he knew that Lysa would likely be.

And low and behold, he opened the door, to be met with a sight that caused a tug far down low in his belly-

Lysa lying completely naked, across the white sheets of his bed, on her front, head resting on one crooked arm, long hair loose around her shoulders.

The rise and fall of her gorgeous visible curves caused Din’s cock to immediately stiffen inside his pants.

But giving a swallow, and not wanting to disturb her- obviously sleeping, Din gave a sigh and began to remove his armour.

He placed each piece down as quietly as he could, followed swiftly by his boots and his gloves.

“Did you get what you needed to done?” came Lysa’s sudden voice, a mere purr in the gloom of the sleeper.

Behind his beskar-mask, Din gave a wide grin.

She didn't move, at all, obviously having been dozing in place when he’d arrived home.

“Thought you were asleep,” he said in a scolding voice, taking in her body one last time, before closing the door behind them, already having noted that the shutters were down, immediately blocking out the light in its entirety.

“I couldn't, without you with me,” she said, sounding like she was stretching now in the darkness of the room, as Din removed his helmet with the familiar hiss of the seal being broken. “Did you get to see the High Magistrate?”

“Mhhmm,” replied Din, setting down his helmet before peeling his tunic and pants from his body, leaving him just as naked as she was. 

He then walked the two steps to the bed, coming to kneel down onto it.

A moment later Din leaned down over where he knew Lysa was, penning her in with two arms set rigid in place either side of her lithe body. Before pressing a gentle kiss to the centre of her dipped spine.

He heard her let out the smallest moan of satisfaction.

“Are you ever going to tell me what you were going there for? Or still with the mystery?” she asked in a vixen-like voice, obviously smiling now in the dark.

Din kissed her spine again, moving slightly lower this time.

“Sorry, it’s a secret,” he said in a playfully sarcastic tone. “On a need to know basis.”

He heard her let out a teasing huff.

“Shame,” she uttered in a voice filled with faux-sadness, as Din pressed a lingering kiss to the very small of her back. “I thought we were friends, Din Djarin.”

“Hmmm,” murmured Din in a goading voice, suddenly grasping Lysa around both thighs and shucking her up the bed a little roughly, lifting her behind into the air, causing her to squeal. Before his hands moved to the globes of her buttocks, spreading her legs from behind, and settling his face close to her rear. “I don't know about friends-”

And before Lysa could retort, Din had moved his nose and mouth to her achingly-wet slit, pressing his flat tongue to her, and causing her to moan out suddenly.

He could instantly feel the pull of the sheets below him, knowing that Lysa’s fingers were likely wrapped tightly around them, at the sensation of his tongue exploring her sweet spot.

And she was sweet, her creamy wetness tasting of the sweetest, ripest peaches, causing Din to want nothing more than to gorge himself on what was there. Like a starved man.

Lying on the mattress himself, he hooked one of his legs up to allow himself the traction to shove his face further into her, his tongue delving inside as his hands held her thighs apart.

She moaned out loudly, purring out his name, causing Din’s length to throb between his own legs. But right now his focus was not on himself, but on her. Missing her after only an hour spent away.

During the days when Lysa was working, out there making deliveries on her landspeeder, Din found himself craving her. Desperate to feel her body flush against his, to feel her hot skin graze his own, to taste her on his tongue.

She cried out again, this time her pelvis jolting slightly, seemingly reacting to his tongue's exploration of her. Before he slid his mouth over her clit, sucking on the small bundle of nerves, feeling Lysa’s legs begin to tremble.

Had Din ever thought just over a week prior, before he had entered into what was now a sexual relationship with Lysa, he would be fulfilling every lustful fantasy both she and he had ever had, he would never have believed it.

And yet now here they were…enjoying each other in a way that Din had not enjoyed anyone before.

Din had had sex plenty of times in his twenties and even his thirties, seeking out his relief where he could get it. Usually finding women in a bar or Cantina where they were drawn to his abundance of credits and stoic manner. But these interactions had usually been one-night things, most-often up against a darkened wall at the back alley behind the bar itself. With Din never removing his helmet.

And yet now here he was, decades later, in his own Sleeper, with a woman he truly adored, doing all the filthy and delectably-sinful things twenty year old Din could only have dreamed of.

A few moments of lapping and kissing against Lysa later, and he had her mewling out, her behind raised in the air, face pressed into the pillow.

Pressing one last kiss to her throbbing clit, Din allowed her a moment or two to ride out her high, before he lifted his face from her, coming to kneel on his haunches.

His hands skimmed over the smooth skin of her back, feeling her now, suddenly press her ass back into him.

Dank farrik…

His hard length, slid against the space between her buttocks for the briefest seconds, as Din felt his breathing become shallow in his throat.

Reaching down he grasped his cock between his fingers, giving it a few hard pumps, dagging the tip of it up and down Lysa’s sopping wet slit.

“Oh kriff…” she moaned out, backing into him again, with Din feeling her almost presenting her ass to him.

And Din, unable to hold himself back any longer, clenched his jaw hard as he pressed the tip of his erection to her entrance, before easing himself into her with a hard groan.

His hands moved to her hips, tugging himself back slightly, before pulling her back onto his cock once more.

A dark frown littered his brow, his mouth hanging open as he roughly slammed his hips into her, beginning to build up a harsh rhythm, which he could hear that Lysa was certainly enjoying.

“Kriff…Din…” she huffed out, moaning out loudly, as Din began to feel breathless, one of his hands skimming up Lysa’s smooth spine, admiring the way it dipped down at the small of her back and then gave way to her rounded globes, which he pulled back against him now.

Din let out a grunt at the feeling of her. But he wanted more, a distance between them now that he wasn't used to.

And so, slowing in his movements and reaching beneath Lysa’s stomach, he gave her a telltale pat, urging her up to him. Which she at once obliged, pushing herself from the mattress with her arms.

Din settled himself back down onto his heels, pulling Lysa with him, sitting her seated form onto his lap, her knees kneeling either side of him, all while his length was still hard and pulsing inside her.

She leaned her body back into him, her spine arching against his tight torso, as he pressed a firm kiss to her shoulder, feeling her slowly begin to move her hips against him. His hands holding them in place.

Din relaxed a little, enjoying the closeness between them.

He could hear now, her gentle ragged breaths, as she reached her hand up over her shoulder, her fingers grazing Din’s cheek.

“Din…” she whispered in a voice of pure need, as her hips rose and fell against his, their bodies moving together as one, like waves on the ocean.

The moment now a world away from the harshness of a minute prior, now feeling intimate and tender.

Din allowed his lips to reach the space just beneath her ear, kissing her gently there. Feeling his heart ache despite her being right beside him.

Her long fingers toyed with his hair, as she let out another breathy moan.

Din breathed hard, his frown deepening. Half to do with the pleasure he felt from the rise and fall of her on him. And half do with something else that seemed to pull at him…a desperation growing inside of him. A need now to tell her how he truly felt about her. To open his heart.

“Din…” Lysa repeated in a gorgeous voice, pressing herself back into him, but Din stayed firm as his lips grazed over her earlobe, huffing a breath into her ear.

“Ner cyar’ika,” he murmured out, unable to stop the words leaving his lips.

Lysa stilled in her movements for a brief moment, before turning her face to meet his in the dark, her hand on his neck drawing him to her.

Din could feel her breathing hard against his lips, and he could almost sense her beautiful eyes desperately trying to search for his in the dark.

Din gave a swallow, suddenly feeling himself tense slightly, feeling as exposed as he had just over a week ago when he had removed his helmet here in the Sleeper in front of Lysa for the first time.

Feeling now as though he had opened another piece of himself and allowed her inside.

“What does it mean?” she asked in a quiet, breathless voice that sounded to him like the sweetest birdsong, warming his ice-filled heart, cold from so many years out there alone.

And Din was quiet for a long moment before speaking, his long nose brushing against hers in the dark.

“It means….my darling,” he replied, in a voice as quiet as hers, but his words were firm, meaningful.

Din was too cowardly to tell Lysa now how he felt, for the words he truly wanted to say still lingered on his tongue not yet spoken.

But Lysa seemed not to mind. With Din feeling her smile softly, as her lips found his in the darkness.

She kissed him now, gently at first, before she began to move her hips against him again, letting out a soft moan into his mouth.

Din was intoxicated by her, kissing her back with such ferocity, as his hand moved down her front and came to stop between her legs, finding that wet little sweet spot once more.

Lysa took in a gasping breath of pleasure, as their lips parted for a moment before meeting once more, kissing at one another heatedly.

Din thrummed his fingers over her clit, as he felt her jerk her hips against his, her grinding movements becoming intentionally faster. Bouncing up and down on his length, using her knees for leverage, as she tugged her lips from his, panting hard.

One of Din’s hands remained on her hip, holding her to him, beginning to thrust up into her as best he could. Feeling the first waves of climax pulsing at his cock.

He squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a groan, his mouth opening as he felt her walls begin to squeeze and ripple as she rode him faster and faster. As though Din’s words of affection had spurred on her urgency to reach that high with him.

And it took only a few seconds more, for Din’s fingers and his cock to rocket Lysa into a shuddering orgasm. With Din following closely behind, as Lysa moaned out a mixture of curse words and Din’s name, which brought him to his own climax. Her walls clenching around his cock, causing him to spill himself inside her before he could stop himself.

“Dank farrik…” he groaned out, as the pair stilled in their movements, slowly catching their breath.

Lysa still with her hand around Din’s neck, ran her fingers through his hair affectionately before separating herself from him and coming to lie back down on her front on the mattress, giving a soft groan of satisfaction.

Din joined her immediately, slumping down beside her with a grunt, lying too on his stomach coming to face her.

He felt her knuckles graze his cheekbone gently, but Din reached up, taking her hand in his own and brought it to his lips. He pressed a gente kiss to those soft knuckles now, so wrapped up in her, he felt like nothing could tear them apart. With Din knowing that he would rip out the throat of anyone who dared try to take her from him now.

He felt Lysa sigh, settling herself close to Din, before a minute or so later, her breathing began to become more rhythmic, with het falling fairly quickly back to the sleep Din had disturbed her from.

But it took Din a little while longer to fall into that dreamworld himself, his hand sliding around the small of Lysa’s waist, tugging her as close as he could get her.

“Ner Cyar’ika,” Din murmured beneath his breath, finally allowing sleep to wash over him…

…knowing the  words would still be there upon his lips when he woke.

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That's the last of the NSFW content for a little while. Because there are something else is coming...

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[the-platinum-emerald]

New header image (and art)

Bob Ross' Evening at Sunset

Originally painted by Bob Ross, repainted by the Platinum Emerald

Honestly this one turned out really good if I do say so myself. Of course, I followed a Bob Ross painting, but it's fine. Right?

The jump in quality is kinda funny to me. See, my last drawing was just a real basic paper mario Vivian thing. Flat colors, no shading. Then BOOM. Bob Ross painting.

(done with krita and modified default brushes. If you want to paint this yourself, it's The Joy of Painting, Season 13 Episode 4)

Edit: Edited with new signature