#and i LIKED the idea of it mapping to irl and not a made up modern setting

[local-magpie]

1/3/25 sketch page. no butts this time (sorry) but have a roper and a 17th century dog?

[rassicas]

today on splatoon mythbusters: is Agent 4 a country bumpkin?

no lol this is probably the funniest widespread misconception to come out in recent years A big part of it is because people misunderstood this map.

I came across this trivia point on the wiki page for agent 4 while making this post LOL agent 4 has better access to public transportation than 95% of you With all that green on the map and nothing marked in between, It seems that people have been assuming the population density of inkopolis looks something like the image on the left. While it's unclear exactly how big the population is of inkadia and the surrounding area is, going roughly off of how irl east Tokyo and neighboring Chiba prefecture look, i think its safe to guess were dealing with an urban area that looks more like whats on the right.

(side note about population count: i take the account of the Low Water Party with a grain of salt since that isnt even a real number they used. something that is more reliable is that graffiti artist Sally has over 240k followers on social media. while followers can be from anywhere in the world ofc, it sounds like her fanbase is largely in inkopolis. i think its safe to say inkopolis is a very big city!)

If we're to look more at the irl equivalent of the area, it seems the Inkopolis Coastal Connector is based on the Keiyo Line. Following that line roughly to where 4's house is lands us in a ward in Chiba city. It doesn't look like much, but about 100k people live in that area. Not a super crazy urban area like tokyo, but still urban.

(incidentally, a major landmark on the Keiyo line is Makuhari Messe, where 3 of the irl splatoon idol concerts have been held. maybe a coincidence but maybe gives more credence to the idea that that's what the coastal connector is based on?) Apparently on the Japanese side, there's a theory that 4 is from Yotsukaido, which is a little further north of the area i circled. why there? Yotsukaido means "4 town street"...4...haha

Ok enough guessing based on "vibes" and real maps that may or may not be accurate to how things are in the splatoon world. The Actual lore: On Splatoon base it's confirmed they grew up about 40 minutes away from Inkopolis by train, close to the city. That's like a nothing amount of distance.

Another developer interview from 2017 goes into more detail.

Inoue: Agent 3 had a very "I've finally made it to the city" feeling, with a strong desire to become fresh. 4 on the other hand, not so much. Rather than being someone from the countryside, they're more like someone who came from a commuter town within the greater metropolitan area. It's like a place where the limited express trains wouldn't stop at, but the semi-express trains would (laughs).

so agent 4 is very clearly, a city kid. agent 3 is the country bumpkin, from an area so far away its not even on the map. According to splatoon base...

Far enough away that they moved to inkopolis alone. meanwhile 4 lives close enough that they could just go home to their parents after battling.

Also this is something that I never see brought up. Amidst the dubiously canon early concept comics in the back of the artbook, there's a comic about agent 3 leaving their hometown, mentioning they live in a seaside town called [REDACTED] with a population of 5000.

Again, these comics are dubious since theyre so old. but there are ideas in these comics that have carried over to the final games in some form, and this is consistent with agent 3's final characterization that they come from a far away small town and had a longing for the city.

anyway tldr i think its funny how agent 4's fandom characterization/backstory got swapped with 3's all because of a misread map

[nicholastcall]

date night

dom! Nicholas x sub!f reader | nsfw (mdni) | wc; 3.2k

desc: You and Nicholas go on a date after a long time of not seeing each other. When your night winds down he shows you how much he's missed you.

⚠️ contents: fluff to smut, public/car sex, unprotected sex (stay safe irl!), blowjob, fingering, dirty talk, pet names, choking, head pushing, idol nicholas, finishing inside, didn't proofread this sorry for errors if any !! (let me know if i missed anything)

The crisp cold of the night was growing as you and Nicholas started to wrap up your date night from the arcade after so long of not seeing each other. Nicholas had been away for so long being on tour - an entire month in total. You two missed each other’s embrace. Each other's company. Each other’s presence around each other.

You wanted to make it extra special since it had been so long, so you decided to dress up for him. You had recently bought a beautiful black dress - his favorite color. The fabric goes over your shoulder, and is very low cut, exposing your breasts when wearing it. The slit in the bottom exposing your legs when walking - and you made sure he saw his favorite pair of red, laced underwear.

You had purposefully been teasing him all night. Leaning over when playing a game, giving him yearning looks, being extra touchy on him. You could tell he was getting flustered, his face getting tomato red, stuttering his words. The desire for you was evident as the night ended and rushed you out of the doors.

As you two walked to the car he wrapped an arm around you, drawing little circles in your arm. An act that was meant to be innocent, but he intended it differently. His arm pulled you closer tightly while walking, shocking you at the act as you looked up at him.

He looked into your eyes with pure lust, giving you a starving smile. You felt your core tighten in the moment, emotions running wild inside of you. As you get closer his arm sneaks down your body, ending on your hip. He caresses the area the same as your arm as you reach the car. He opens the door for you allowing you to enter the car. He soon follows you, resting a hand on your exposed thigh. The cool feeling of his palm sending a jolt through your body as he starts the car to head home.

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The car ride was filled with conversation and laughter between you two. He was telling you about the tour and the amazing spots he visited while you ranted about work and drama. The atmosphere was warm and pleasant, you missed this. The way he made you comfortable, the way he genuinely listened, it was something you craved the whole time he was gone.

The wind hitting you from the open window, you lay your head down. Bathing in this moment that you’ve waited for for so long.

“I missed you so much baby you have no idea.” He looks over at you and smiles, placing his hand back on your thigh. You reach out to hold it, intertwining in each other's embrace.

“I’ve missed you too babe.” You pull his hand to your lips leaving a soft kiss on his smooth skin. His face flushed red at the act as he continues driving down the familiar path.

As you continue driving, you feel a sharp turn down a path you don’t recognize. You look up to see you’re heading towards a parking garage entrance. Confused you look over at Nicholas. He is wearing the same smirk he gave you earlier, hungry and needy.

He pulls into a parking spot and turns the car off. Immediately, he turns towards you and captured your lips in a kiss. Your eyes widen as you accept his lips, exchanging wet sloppy kisses. You were starving for each other and after so long you finally had each other.

You reach out to place your hand on his chest to ground both of your bodies. Nicholas’ hands roam your body. Your chest, your waist, your legs, it was all like a map he wanted to memorize. He sneaks his hands under your dress to further feel your skin. He lifts his head to look at your flushed out face, a string of saliva connecting your desperate lips.

“You think I forgot the way you acted earlier? I’m gonna show you how bad I missed you.” He dives back in to kiss your neck, wet sounds radiating from the source. Your arms wrap around him bringing him closer, quietly moaning at the feeling of his warm lips on your skin.

He dips his hands in between your legs, drawing a gasp from your throat at the sudden contact. He teases your desperate pussy, drenched at his actions as he continues to devour your neck. He gets up to look at the wet patch he’s created, basking in the sight of how aroused he’s making you. He noticed the panties you wore for him and smiled, knowing you picked them out just for this.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet for me. You want my cock that bad?” You can’t respond, just desperate breaths come out. His fingers rubbing circles around your sensitive area started causing your legs to shake around him. Your body taking the better of you, letting him have his way with you. Your chest heaving up and down letting out warm breaths were all you could manage in the moment. Your pussy craved more- - it needed Nicholas’ cock inside as soon as possible.

He gets up from you leaving you in a disheveled state - legs spread, juices all over the passenger seat. You look up at him with pleading eyes, begging him for more with your glance. He looked down at you with his thirsty eyes, licking his lips in anticipation of what’s to come.

He scoots his seat forward allowing access for him to get in the back seat. As he sat back in the back seat, you stare at him as he gets himself comfortable. One arm hung behind the head rest, the other rubbing his hard, needy cock. His shorts did not help hide the erection that was coming from him - like his length was calling for you. His legs spread wide giving you easy access to him whenever you make your move.

“Come on babe, show me how bad you want this cock.” His words made something switch inside of you. You felt heat built up in your core - a primal feeling like you couldn’t live another second with him inside of you. You leap over to Nicholas, straddling his lap as you feel his erection hitting your sensitive clit as you sink down onto him.

He grasps your hips, pushing you down onto him creating more friction against the two of you. His fingers digging into your skin, almost hard enough to cause marks to show. He moves your hips back and forth of him, looking up at you like his most prized possession. You try to capture his lips in a kiss but fail to do so from the moans coming from your throat.

Your head leans into his shoulder, resting your hands on his toned chest for balance. He pushes you down on him harder, your arousal soaking his shorts in the process. The sound of your moans, the windows fogging, the slight bounce of the car from your action - everything was so erotic, almost too much for you.

He lifts your dress, exposing the pale skin of your bottom half. He leaves light smacks drawing subtle moans from you, further turning him on from the pronographic sounds said directly to his ear. He licks from your neck up to your ear, causing you to shiver at the feeling.

“You like that? You like being a slut for me? I’m not even inside of you and you're a mess.” He releases your hips to grab your chin to have you face him. He licks his lips as he looks you up and down — he gaze was like a predator who’s finally captured his prey.

He moves to your shoulder, taking the fabric on your shoulders to drag it down. The cold air of the night strikes your newly bare skin. The mixed feeling of cold air and the warmth of his hands on you driving you wild. You lower your hands from his chest, to his abdomen, to the bottom of his fitted shirt. Your hands sneak under the fabric, feeling his toned muscles.

You grasp the fabric in your hands and lift the shirt off of him. The build of his body was perfect — 8 pack, toned chest muscles, biceps sculpted from months of the gym. The sight in front of you makes you more hungry, the wetness of your core growing as you begin to fill with heat. You capture his lips once more as you shove the rest of your dress down, now leaving you in only your bra and underwear.

In the midst of the intense kiss you shift each other, him now laying in the seats as you hover over him. You reach down his body, palming him hard length in your hand. Nicholas groans into your mouth as you touch him. You feel him tense up under you at your touch.

You move down his body — from his mouth, to his neck, to his chest, his abs, finally reaching the top of his shorts. You look up with pleading eyes, waiting for permission to remove the clothing. He nods at you and you shove him shorts down along with his boxers. His cock slaps his hard abdomen, an echo is heard throughout the car. It stands tall, leaking with precum, twitching at the foreign feeling of the air.

You stare at it for a bit in awe, your arousal growing at the sight of his cock that clearly missed you as much as you missed it. You grasp it in your hands as Nicholas shutters at the pressure around him. You felt it twitch in your hands as you pumped him, more of his juices coming out as you stroked his needy cock. His head rocks back in pleasure, resting on the door

His hand reached out to cup your chin as he pressed his thumb against your lips. His finger glides around, allowing him to do what he pleases as if they were enchanted by him. He slowly slides his finger inside your mouth with ease from your limp jaw. The sight of how your face looks turns him on beyond belief — your pouty, tear filled eyes, your desperate tongue lapping around his digit, your jaw opening with ease.

“Go ahead baby, suck my cock just like that. I want that needy mouth around me.” You hum around his finger in acknowledgment, releasing his thumb from your mouth. He slides his hand across your face caressing your soft skin to rest on the back of your head.

You lower your head towards his erection, heart pounding, mouth watering at the sight. You start at the bottom, licking from his shaft to his tip, taking in the salty taste of him. Your hands resting on his thighs to ground yourself. You look up after cleaning the tip of his precum, your stomach turning at him staring down at you.

You lean back down as you wrap your lips around his length, using your hand to cover whatever you couldn’t throat. You hum around him, the vibration of your throat sending waves of satisfaction through his body. You feel slight pressure against the back of your head. Not demanding, but guiding your head up and down on him.

The slickness of him going down your throat increased as your mouth became sloppy around him. Spitting so it slides easier, licking up the shaft, your tongue was all over him. The feeling around him felt heavenly, knocking his head back exposing his sharp jawline as his chest heaves up and down.

Silent ‘fuck yeah’ and ‘just like that’ leave his mouth as you take him deeper into your throat, your nose tickling the hairs above his cock. Your arousal grows at his praises and curses. You reach down to rub yourself as Nicholas looks down at you taking him in. He notices your arm reach down.

He shoves your head down on him and holds it there causing you to gag around him. You feel the air leaving your lungs as he holds you there, his dick hitting the back of your throat as you completely take him in. Your hand rushes from your core to his thigh to tap it, letting him know to let you up. He releases the back of your head as you quickly let him out of your mouth. A loud pop is heard throughout the car along with a string of saliva connecting the tip to your lips as you let out a cough.

“Did I say you could touch yourself? No. Now get on your back, I’ll give you what you want.” The look in his eyes changed. What was just simply a needy look in his eyes turned into pure primal glare. You felt a shiver be sent through your body at his words as you positioned yourself on your back.

Nicholas leaps onto you as soon as your back hits the surface, burying his lips into yours. Your thighs had a mind of their own as they spread to allow him access to you. His hands traveled all over your body, groping your breasts, squeezing your waist, slapping your ass. You struggled to kiss him back from the noises coming from your throat. He was driving you crazy with his touch.

His hips drive into yours, his hard length teasing your drenched pussy. The feeling of him against you sending you over. Your need grew beyond belief as you felt his hands go lower. His thumb found the top of your panties, clasping them as he pulled them off of you in one go. The cold air hitting your wet pussy makes you twitch.

His hand returns to your body as he begins circling your clit, the other cupping your face to make you look at him. Your fucked out face was so beautiful to him. Your mouth agape, eyes needy and teary, the heat of your breath against him. You reach out to rest your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you moan into his ear.

“Tell me what you want baby.” You can’t respond due to the stimulation he gives you. You try to form words but your mind is foggy. You can only focus on his touch. His warm fingers filling the once cold opening between your legs.

“P-please Nicholas. I need you. I need you inside of me filling me up.” You manage to muster up the strength to say at least that. You feel him smile against your neck as he stands up, searching for his bag. You grab his arm and pull him back into your embrace.

“Baby, I need a condom.”

“Fuck the condom. I don’t care about it, I want to feel you. All of you.” The look in your eyes, pure desperation, need, lust. He licks his lips as he leans in to devour your neck. You lean your head back to give him more skin to have access to as your arms cross along his muscular back.

He takes himself in his hand. He rubs his tip along your cunt, your back arches at the feeling of it. He giggles into your neck at how needy you are for him. How he affects you so much that you don’t care if he fills his juices into you. He loves this side of you.

He slowly enters you, the slow burn of him entering fills you as your chest rises and mouth slowly opens. He raises up to watch your needy pussy accept him so easily from the former actions from him. Your arousal spreads all over his length as he bottoms out inside of you, drawing a moan from the both of you.

“Fuck baby, your tight pussy feels so good around me. You missed me that much?” He wastes no time before he starts moving in and out of you. He sets a slow but deep rhythm, the sound of skin on skin filling the car. You reach out to anything around you to ground yourself, your mind can’t focus on anything but his dick.

“Fuck Nicho, you’re making me feel so good.” You lean your head to the side but he quickly snaps your head back. You’re looking each other in the eyes, the only thing in that moment was you two. The act makes your lust stronger, purely filling your mind and body.

“Don’t look away. I wanna see how you look while I’m fucking you. See how good I’m making you feel.” You put all of your focus into him. With that act, he picks up his pace. His dick pistoning inside of you, fucking you dumb. Your moans become louder and your juices coat him as you get closer to your climax.

“N-Nicholas.”

“Louder baby. Say my name louder.”

He presses a hand against your throat, applying pressure but not enough to constrict your breathing. The gesture causes you to get closer to your finish.

“Nicholas! Right – fuck – right there, I’m so close please don’t stop!” You scream his name, your pussy clenching around him as you get closer. You feel his cock twitch inside of you and his thrusts get sloppy – you can tell he’s almost there with you. You wrap your arms around his back, nails digging into the muscles as his arms reach to hold onto the door, bracing himself over you.

Sweat dripping from his face and body onto yours, moaning into each other's ears, you both unwind in each other’s grasps. The car filled with skin to skin, wet, and moaning sounds as you two became nothing but entangled limbs. His cock hitting the spot inside of you that drives you wild. As you get closer and closer to your climax, you get louder as your back arches deeper into him.

“Fuck Nicholas, I’m about to cum.” You quiver around him, his thrusts getting deeper and harder. With one final thrust from him, you cum around his cock. Your juices spilling everywhere from around him to spilling on his back seat. Your whole body twitches as he thrusts inside of you while you ride out your high.

“Fuck y/n I’m about to to cum baby. Where do you want it?”

“In me. Fill me up please!!” You scream out. After your permission, he cums inside of you, filling you up with one last, deep thrust. He falls on top of you, the weight of him pressing down on you as he comes down from his own high. Both of you breathing heavily as you feel the skin on his chest heaving up and down directly against you.

He lifts off of you, the weight of him leaves your chest as he uncages you from his arms. He swipes your hair away from your face as he smiles at you warmly. As you lay there still catching your breath he pulls out of you, letting himself leak out of you. He leans back down to capture your lips with one last kiss, but this time much softer.

“I missed you so much y/n.”

"I missed you too babe.”

[deesea-ao3]

Fun Lore Ideas for Fawcett City

I've been sitting on these concepts for ages and need to get them out of my system. For my current WIP, it was important that I have a strong concept for what kind of city Fawcett was going to be. While the plot isn't technically taking place in Fawcett, a huge amount of my lore interpretations/characterisations rely on there being a solid original setting to draw from. Also, it's super fun to extrapolate history and economy for a fictional magic city to try and make it feel as plausible as possible.

Now, to start with, I had to establish where the city would actually be located. Fawcett is typically represented and/or thought of as being in the Midwest, so I was able to whittle down my options even more. I couldn't have it too close to Central City, Keystone City, or Smallville since I wanted Fawcett to retain its isolated feel. It'd be harder for it to get away with being magic if it was a stones throw from speedster stomping grounds, for instance. In the end, I looked up old maps of America DC Comics had officially released for inspiration. What I got were these:

The first didn't have Fawcett at all, and the second had it placed near the border of Wisconsin. The latter was serviceable for my purposes. However, I wanted something more to draw from. I wanted to make Fawcett feel like an actual city with history before I slapped on the magic superhero. It technically was just an ordinary city until Shazam placed a portal there after all.

My second go of looking for inspiration was much more fruitful. I looked at a few fan-made maps and eventually stumbled upon this one in a reddit forum:

Upon closer inspection, I realised something.

That's fucking Chicago.

The idea that then formed was brilliant, my best one maybe ever. If I don't want to write a 2K+ document detailing an organic history of fictional Fawcett City, coupled with local industry and culture to boot, I can just STEAL a real one!

The existence of IRL Chicago is not necessary for my story, and its absence would be barely noteworthy in the grand scheme of things. Functionally, it wouldn't even be gone. Its location and major historical events would still have occurred, just under a different name. It not only saves me tons of labour as a writer, it's also fucking hilarious.

The heart of ALL of magic lies in an abdoned subway station in downtown Chicago Fawcett, the Windy city that houses pagan subcultures, talking animals, cursed objects and people who still think it's 1945.

Southern Lake Michigan has freshwater mermaids. The flat lands of the city proper are surrounded by bluffs as old as the ice age, which thrum with prehistoric magic. The sunset is always pink, and moonbeams are brighter somehow here. In the river that flows through art-nouveau styled skyscrapers swim fish with rainbow scales. The people are happy and chatty and full of little secrets, kept close and safe for rainy days. The woman who dresses in leaves and sleeps on park benches is liable to be simply human, but the jolly old milkman who visits you every morning is fae through and through. Weird is normal and normal is weird.

All while in Chicago, Illinois, one of the most populous, wealthy cities in America since the 1870s. The mechanic who enchanted your car to not break down anymore was raised by regular steel mill workers. The politician who dreams of addressing the city's entrenched class divides is stuck doing paperwork to establish legal protections for the local gnome population's tree houses. When it snows in winter, Yetis clear driveways and salt the sidewalks. No one talks about it much because what is noteworthy about public servants doing their jobs? So what if they're Yetis? You got a problem with that?

Fawcett blows Gotham out the goddamn water for weirdness, but because they're so nonchalant and humble about it, Gothamites walk around smugly assured of their tolerance for insanity, unaware of the bigger fish, which is the average Fawcett citizen. When tourists come to visit, the very genre of reality changes the second they step foot within city lines.

Fawcett solos, tbh. DC writers are weaksauce for not seeing the vision that is mystic Chicago city, home to all of magic.

[moonbiscuitsims]

Cyberpunk 2077 Abandoned Loot Suitcase Conversion (Functional)

👋🏿Hi chooms, sorry this has taken a while. Been super busy irl and making a new Patreon for my downloads.

I have a few Cyberpunk conversions coming up and more planned but for now here is a conversion of the loot suitcases you find in CP :) hope you enjoy storing all your sims unwanted rubbish in here and leaving it out in the street 😹

There are two versions. You can have both installed, they do different things, but the growing together one obv requires this pack: 🧳Base game compatible version: functions as a storage chest and can be put in your sim's inventory.

🧳Growing Together version: functions as a growing together suitcase wardrobe, which sims can carry, open, and place in inventory. If the suitcase doesn't belong to your sim and you have For Rent they can snoop. I also noticed basemental's "stash" function working as well.

🌈All colour swatches (23 colours) have a sticker decal and non decal version. I included the original Cyberpunk materials textures and then every colour of the rainbow + pastel and neutral colours. Can be found in misc storage and costs 100 simoleons.

✅Has specular and normal maps. 💢Minor issues: both versions are slightly different in size but it's super minor, you can resize with Tool if you want them the same. Another minor issue is some strange shadows on the GT version in the thumbnails of buy mode, I didn't know why this happened and just left it like that lol. for me that problem is now randomly gone after doing nothing so no idea what happened there

🙏Thank you so much to the creators who helped me out with shadow + transparency issues, data transfer etc <3

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- DO NOT REUPLOAD - DO NOT PUT BEHIND PAYWALL OF ANY KIND - DO NOT INCLUDE CC IN ANY DOWNLOADS - DON'T CLAIM YOU MADE IT - DON'T INCLUDE MESH IN RECOLOURS. It takes me a long time to convert. - You can recolour as standalone or convert to ts2 or ts3. Please link to this post + tag if you do :) - If you want to use/edit the mesh for something else please ask me permission.

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[ganondoodle]

totk cataclysm event wasnt just a great (but utterly missed) opportunity to change the map in techincally little ways that has drastic consequences both in stakes and in gameplay (like i mentioned before, flooding the gerudo desert would have meant devastating consequences for its ecosystem- like imagine little islands of sand still poking out, acting as a sort of last doomed refuge for sandseals- but also cahnged the entire gameplay of it, good chance to introduce some neat new ways to surf on water like a new ridable creature or an ice shield freezing a path while you surf on it, the gerudo being forced to save the city from drowing in various means or now living on the roofs, trying to adapt by building boats ect - also call back to older games?? since totk loves that so much ..-, vah naboris serving as the savest refuge being high above the water, even if non functional; similarly takign away ALL water from the zora region, gaving it all dry out would imemdiately turn into something way different and could mean death for the zora- forcing them to move to the lower parts of akkala for example- maybe vah ruta is still halfway functioning bc the faith the zora have to mipha, dorephan and sidon is, while not enough to keep it fully functional, but enough to generate some water so the most stubborn or brave zora set up around it like a last oasis; i know its somewhat done with death mountain but the gorons dont really suffer from it bc their only problem is a drugged rock that makes them mean and lazy ..- what about collapsing or exploding it, leaving a large crater that over the course of the game could start to grow with plant life since vulcanic earth is so fertile- some never seen before ones that was dormant in the lava and now that its cooled off is springing to life, which might seem good at first but for the area and its wildlife means loss of their habitat; the rito freezing over, but actually having to move, maybe into the tabantha canyon, building their new makeshift homes in between the walls of it- generally just switiching things around a bit would have done so much wihtout having to edit every last detail ((seriously tho, how did this game take so long given that botw took similar but they did that ENTIRE main map as detailed as it is AND made it all coherent with itself and its themes- im ranting again ..)

-but it ALSO would have been the perfect opportunity to introduce new weather types created by the sudden change in environment, somethign like a super strong wind that slows you when walking agaisnt and lets you jump much farther when with it- a darkness thing that clouds the world in utter darkness with only little light getting through anything that is caused by mushrooms from the udnerground invading the surface and their spores snuffs out all light (which could explain the weird darkness in the ruins from botw too!!), or just simply mist! making everything misty changes the entire feel of any environment drastically- you could make vertain enemies spawn only in certain weather conditions, lessening the repetive overuse of them; and that is only on the surface- what if the sky had sunbeams so strong it sets anything on fire if you dare to leave the shadows- to comabt it get a armor with a giant hat!! the underground could have been filled with different environments in the first place, but then of course thered be those dark spores of mushrooms, an entire forest you have to carefully travers other wise making them release their spores and make it all more difficult, glowy mushrooms, MORE glowy mushroms, theres so many weird ass shrooms IRL you could take inspo from!! maybe soemthing like a forest of kelp, long flowy plants obstructing view and making you anxious by any movement- there could be one thats a mimic or infected with miasma, slightly off color and its knobs are malice eyes that open only if it thinks you cant see it

(also for the idea of taking botws stuff and recontextualizing it, the guardians or shrines, now non fucntional, could be infected my miasma sometimes, maybe randomly to keep you guessing- an overgrown shrine suddenly lifting itself up with hands clawing at you when you get too close or do sth wrong to distrub it- similar with guardians tho the effect might be less since you know them as a threat already- or sth i mentioned in another post, a tower being used as a weapon by a gigatic miasma monster- the one in the gerudo region with the bottomless pit for example, perfect for an arena for you to run around in the spiral while its swinging at you etc etc)

JUST taking what botw had and mixing it up, expanding on it, even if technically little change, it could do so much but in the actual game death mountain and rito is the only ones that saw anything of a change like it, and it largely .. didnt change anything or was reversible easily, and had no actual consquences that meant anything, neither stakes nor environmental or narratively (the gerudo felt like it at first but its also largely reversible, its just kinda .. adding a bit of city)

i hhhhhhhhhhhhhh have so many thoughts still, i am just better at holding them back .... also dont wanna annoy lmao

[severus-snaps]

Densaugeo and Hermione and Snape

So, once again I find myself reading through Snape reddit threads but I don't really use reddit and they're years old so I'm importing it here. I'm tripping into Snape apologism territory here but also sort of not - yes, a teacher insulting a 14yo girl's appearance would be devastating and inexcusable irl but it's not irl - and it's these potential theories I'm interested in :P

Is it out of character for Snape, who never anywhere else in the books touches on people's appearances, to insult Hermione's appearance?

How likely is it that it's a misunderstanding or deliberate double entendre (aka he appears to be insulting Hermione's appearance but is actually saying to Harry/Ron, you just did the same thing to Goyle)?

And do we think it was part of his cover to be more cruel than usual in front of Draco, either by deliberately choosing a sentence to be interpreted either way, or intending it to sound mean?

I've covered some of my workings below the cut, but I don't reach any conclusions other than he probably was being more cruel for practical reasons, rather than for his own amusement, in this scene. As always, I just like talking to people about these things so if anyone wants to drop a comment then I'm here for it :P

I started with Snape is really at his worst in GOF but touched on a few others, too. Some of the arguments I've seen that interested me were these:

Snape has only once in seven books made a remark about anyone's appearance, which was following the teeth hex with Hermione

Snape was mocked in school for his own appearance - and mocked again in PoA by the Marauders Map for being an ugly, abnormally large-nosed slimeball etc, and mocked at home for being weird-looking (e.g. by Petunia). Harry/Sirius/others fairly regularly comment on Snape's unpleasant appearance, from his hair to his teeth to his skin. In short, he's not really set up to be in a position to be commenting on other people's appearances - and indeed, he generally doesn't

Snape tends to show his enjoyment when he enjoys an insult - he smirks, smiles, etc, when he's insulting Harry sometimes, or James, and even Umbridge for example you get the idea he's having a good time with the ironic bow - but he didn't here. He's described as looking at her 'coldly'. Usually he just ignores her until she speaks out of turn in class

It was potentially a misunderstanding? He's saying "I see no difference" to Ron's insistence that Draco did something wrong, when Goyle's just been sent to the hospital wing looking like something out of a book on poisonous fungi. Neither Slytherin nor Gryffindor get points docked until Ron and Harry start shouting (probably swear words) at him.

This post (or one of the comments in it) also argued that it's out of character; Snape insults Harry's character several times, but usually he's insulting people's abilities, intelligence, or behaviour, not their appearance (since he values those things, but not necessarily his/others' appearance)

Karkaroff says "It’s [the Dark Mark] been getting clearer and clearer for months" at the Yule Ball, and so is Snape's "Karkaroff’s Mark is becoming darker too" [emphasis mine]

Densaugeo-gate happens in mid-November, so Snape knows Voldemort is likely to return by this point, with several months' warning

The teeth incident happens in front of a few children of known DEs, most notably Draco Malfoy, whose father will hear about this - probably several times:

PS: “But this is servant stuff, it’s not for students to do. I thought we’d be copying lines or something, if my father knew I was doing this, he’d—” CoS: "… everyone thinks he’s so smart, wonderful Potter with his scar and his broomstick — ” “You have told me this at least a dozen times already,” said Mr. Malfoy, with a quelling look at his son. ... “The teachers all have favorites, that Hermione Granger — ” “I would have thought you’d be ashamed that a girl of no wizard family beat you in every exam,” snapped Mr. Malfoy. "I expect you’d have Father’s vote, sir, if you wanted to apply for the job - I’ll tell Father you’re the best teacher here, sir" POA: “God, this place is going to the dogs,” said Malfoy loudly. “That oaf teaching classes, my father’ll have a fit when I tell him —” GoF: Malfoy, whose pale eyes were still watering with pain and humiliation, looked malevolently up at Moody and muttered something in which the words “my father” were distinguishable.

Everything - from Hermione's grades to Harry's antics, up to and including the teachers' behaviour, punishments, and classes - is reported back to Lucius Malfoy, especially as it relates to Harry. A scenario in which Draco and Harry duel one another in the corridor and that isn't met by sufficient retaliation from Snape will make it back to Lucius, whether he cares to hear about it a dozen times or not. Lucius already knowing about all of Hermione's exam grades is interesting - how did Draco know? Did Snape tell Lucius directly when asked? I can't see Draco asking Hermione; I can see Hermione bragging talking about it. I'd love to know.

So what does it matter if Lucius hears about this incident? Well, he's widely known by Arthur Weasley and his kids, and therefore probably plenty of other people, as being in Voldemort's 'inner circle' as early as CoS:

“And when You-Know-Who disappeared,” said Fred, craning around to look at Harry, “Lucius Malfoy came back saying he’d never meant any of it. Load of dung — Dad reckons he was right in You-Know- Who’s inner circle.” (Fred, CoS)

Snape obviously knows; Lucius was probably the one who got him involved. Lucius probably had some level of influence or control over Snape even back when Snape was in school, or in his early DE days:

OotP: “Tell me, how is Lucius Malfoy these days? I expect he’s delighted his lapdog’s working at Hogwarts, isn’t he?” (Sirius)

lapdog: a small pampered pet dog | a person or organization that is influenced or controlled by another

Snape as a pampered pet:

I've seen some metas discussing this in terms of Ancient Roman society and patrons, in terms of 'fagging', and in terms of Lucius shaping Snape from a poor, jerky, twitching teen to a poor, jerky, twitching man who tried to hide it beneath a soft-spoken, well-spoken, cool air - modelling himself after Lucius. Snape was almost literally taken under the wing of Prefect Lucius Malfoy the moment he was Sorted. He probably learnt from his "old friend" to affect membership in the Pureblood/upper class - and did so well enough to shock Bellatrix when she first saw Spinner's End (and she never insults him for being half-blood, which she does to Harry, despite hating Snape).

In any case, Snape probably owed a lot to Lucius. He likely had a level of control over Snape, both through his existing personal relationship with him as a mentor-mentee ("old friend" at best) or abusive ("lapdog" at worst; see 'fagging') relationship. Until the end of CoS, Lucius had a hand in running the school on the Board of Governors, and had enough power/fear with the rest of the Board to remove Dumbledore, never mind mere mortals like Snape if he stuck a toe out of line. And even when Lucius was gone from Hogwarts, he retained strong ties in the Ministry, sharing a Quidditch box with Fudge, and evidently having at least a few conversations with Umbridge:

"I expected better, Lucius Malfoy always speaks most highly of you!"

So we can infer that Lucius thinks Snape is as dedicated to The Cause as he is. Even Draco remains convinced of this in later books, before Snape has cemented his position by killing Dumbledore, but even after Snape has usurped Lucius' position as Voldemort's right-hand man:

"[Snape's] a double agent, you stupid old man [Dumbledore], he isn’t working for you, you just think he is!"

[Draco likes/trusts Snape] “much less since his father has lost favour. Draco blames me, he thinks I have usurped Lucius’s position.”

Prior to Lucius' demotion/imprisonment era, Lucius clearly outranks Snape. Lucius is one of the most trusted DEs during VW1; only Lucius and Bellatrix are trusted enough to keep his Horcruxes safe (Lucius the diary, and Bellatrix the cup). Lucius was also supposed to be in charge of the battle for the department of mysteries, Voldemort's year-in-the-making plan, but obviously... that didn't go to plan, in the end.

But there's quite a rushed trajectory of Lucius' fall and Snape's ascent. The battle happens in late June 1996, Lucius is imprisoned, and not released for another year - during which time, Snape is rising, until he ultimately kills Dumbledore and is at the top. Still, he's not trusted with too much information; despite being at Hogwarts, he doesn't know the location or existence of the Horcruxes (unlike Lucius and Bellatrix, even if they didn't know what they were), and Voldemort doesn't allow Snape to see him enter Dumbledore's tomb.

Anyway, what with Bellatrix and other DEs not trusting Snape:

"Where were you when the Dark Lord fell? Why did you never make any attempt to find him when he vanished? What have you been doing all these years that you’ve lived in Dumbledore’s pocket? Why did you stop the Dark Lord procuring the Sorcerer’s Stone? Why did you not return at once when the Dark Lord was reborn? Where were you a few weeks ago when we battled to retrieve the prophecy for the Dark Lord? And why, Snape, is Harry Potter still alive, when you have had him at your mercy for five years?" ... "You can carry my words back to the others who whisper behind my back, and carry false tales of my treachery to the Dark Lord!"

What has Snape been doing all these years that he's lived in Dumbledore’s pocket?

Well, tormenting Gryffindors, for one. Tormenting Harry Potter and to a slightly lesser extent, his friends. Not all of it was tied to his cover - Snape was just a bitch with a bad classroom manner, no love of children, high expectations, and a short fuse. But if it helped, in the early months of his Mark darkening again, to become a bit more cruel to Muggleborns and Harry, then why wouldn't he - especially in front of Draco? He knew that soon - whether it be in a few months, a few days, or even a few hours, he was going to have to walk back into Voldemort's fold and pray to god he wasn't killed on sight for abandoning the cause. With others whispering behind his back - bold of them, since the ones left to whisper are largely people who escaped Azkaban, but it's a crab bucket being a Death Eater - he'd need a benefactor. A trusted servant, like Lucius, to back him up. "No, no, Snape's been tormenting Potter for years - Draco says so. He'll tell anyone on the Board who stands still for long enough how useless Potter is. Oh, he says he's Dumbledore's man, but when the old coot's back is turned, he insults that Mudblood Granger."

It wouldn't be much use to Snape if his Occlumency said one thing (I'm still a loyal Death Eater) but his actions said another (he's perfectly jovial to all students), especially as Snape is just not...a jovial person to begin with. He's got a nasty streak as a teen that Voldemort probably would've encouraged in the Dark Arts. Half of the Order were Gryffindors and half (or more than half) of the Death Eaters were Slytherins.

Also Lorrie Kim's books has some really nice observations about how his behaviour (in terms of his personality, loyalties, how he appears) really starts to contradict his core values in GoF especially.

Anyway, once again I don't have a conclusion, I just had thoughts, based around these again:

Is it out of character for Snape, who never anywhere else in the books touches on people's appearances, to insult Hermione's appearance?

How likely is it that it's a misunderstanding or deliberate double entendre (aka he appears to be insulting Hermione's appearance but is actually saying to Harry/Ron, you just did the same thing to Goyle)?

And do we think it was part of his cover to be more cruel than usual in front of Draco, either by deliberately choosing a sentence to be interpreted either way, or intending it to sound mean?

i feel like i've set anyone who read this far along homework :P one foot of parchment, on my desk by Friday

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could you write wilbur soot confessing his love to a crush? 👉👈

something about how he's been pinning after this crush for so long, but the crush seems a bit avoidant or something

but that's because the crush also has a crush on him and is very very shy qpwimsmanssjslslek sorry im not good with requests

You and me need never be, lonely again.

Paring: cc!wilbur soot x fem!cc!reader

authors note: Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you don't mind the reader being a content creator and i’m sorry she’s not super shy because im not really sure how to write shy lol but i hope you like the request! I just thought it would add to the idea and I've wanted to do something similar to this for a while! This is a request back from august. I am so sorry this took me so long to get out. I've been going through some shit irl but I'm finally starting to come back to writing because I genuinely love it and posting on here since it is my safe space!

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warnings: friends-lovers, reader lives in the US, brief description of anxiety, the reader sends mixed signals, swearing, kinda angsty, happy end, super unedited!

"No! That was such bullshit!"

The voice of Tommyinnit ran through the speakers of your computer causing you to let out a chuckle that you were the reason for his outburst.

You were playing Gang Beasts on stream with some of your closest friends, and you had grabbed Tommy's character and thrown him off the map by picking him up.

Laughter rang out amongst the group as the screen card popped up saying your username won. You cheered as everyone groaned but dispersed into 'ggs' then that's when everyone started to bid goodnight. You hadn't realized it had been four hours of streaming and playing games, showing the good time you were having with friends.

"Alright chat, that's gonna be it for me today! Please remember to click the follow button if you're new to stream that way you'll know when I go live! byeee!" You did your outro, quickly closed your stream down, and logged out of Twitch.

It was an uneventful stream session, thank god. You’ve noticed more and more how your chat gets when you even mention wilburs name.

“you logging off completely y/n/n?” Ranboos voices asks through your earbuds.

“No, I’ll play a few more rounds if you guys are down,” you respond.

“HELL YEAH!” Tommy boasted. “IM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS THIS TIME Y/N/N!”

“Oh, it’s on gremlin child!” you replied.

Wilbur listened to this conversation on his end, letting out a chuckle. He honestly doesn’t know why you make him laugh so easily. Anytime you threw a genius comment toward Tommy that was deemed insulting, or calling him a name Wilbur fell for you more and more. If only he had the guts to tell you.

You as well wouldn’t admit it but every time Wilbur laughed all you could feel was butterflies punching your stomach and a smile that made your cheeks hurt. You were also falling hard for him.

After about another fifteen minutes, Tommy and Ranboo had bid their goodbyes for the night and ended their calls. You were left in call with Wilbur, the silence could be cut with a knife.

Knowing him for two years was hard. Wilbur was everything to you. He was funny, smart, charming, and overall made you feel comfortable. Something you thought you’d never have with anyone. Having to only talk on call and video made things easier for you. On call you could hide your blushes and smiles from him, but not from your chat who caught every interaction between you and Wilbur when you streamed. The constant ’Wilbur x name confirmed?’ tweets and comments in your twitch chat were recently repetitive and you wondered when you became such a beacon of attention. It gave you such anxiety to have all eyes on you when you wanted to spend time with your best friend.

It was getting obnoxious to the point where you debated making a tweet to get the fans to stop shipping you both, even if you were dating it was no one’s business. Still you never dared to say anything out of fear of stans coming at you in anyway. You didn’t need to draw more unwanted attention to yourself.

“You logging off? it’s getting pretty late for you,” you spoke up.

“Yeah, we both should, by the way what times your flight tomorrow?”

Right, you were flying less than eight hours from now to finally meet your friends inperson. You all had planned this for months, booking hotels and flights, making a whole deal about it. Then you really wouldn’t be able to hide from him for a whole week.

“Around seven-thirty,” you reply.

He hums.

“I’ll let you get some rest, see you tomorrow night darling,” his voice purposely going lower on the ‘darling’ part that you almost didn’t catch it, making your knees go weak.

“N-night Will,” you stutter, end call and slump back into your desk chair trying to calm your racing heart. Meanwhile Wilbur all the way across the ocean in Brighton has a smile plastered across his lips.

About a plane ride, a train ride and car ride later, you are stood in the hotel lobby in Brighton waiting for a late Tommy and Wilbur to arrive. You were super nervous to meet them. Having only been friends for what was a short time, it felt like you knew them for years, so why was this so scary?

You debated in your mind about texting them to see if they were close by, but you didn’t want to come off as annoying and impatient. You wanted to make a good first impression, but again these were your friends. Why were you shaking with nerves?

You fiddled with your thumb’s absentmindedly until you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders, causing you to jump out of your skin. You spin around to be met with a cackling Tommy who is clucking his stomach from laughing so hard at your reaction.

“Fucking gremlin child,” you huffed under your breath, not realizing the evident blood rushing to your cheeks from being startled so easily.

“It’s nice to hear you say that in person,” a deep voice said from behind Tommy. You shifted your eyes to see a very tall Wilbur, who was wearing his round glasses pushed up his nose and curly hair fluffed to the side.

His dark sweater selves rolled up to revel his arms tucked into his side as he gazed at you with a soft smile. Finally after two years of being separated by seas, your best friend was standing right in front of you. It was surreal to say the least.

You laugh and jump forward to embrace him. The number of times you’d tease him over-call about his height made you regret your words. He towers over you as he bends down to your level to give you a long awaited hug. His arms are soft, yet firm as they wrap around your back and cage you into his embrace.

You both pull away, both grinning from ear to ear. He looks down at you with a hint of something behind his eyes, he seems to be genuinely happy to finally meet you in person. which makes you blush at the thought of him looking forward to this moment since you told him you wanted to come here. You're quickly brought out of your moment when Tommy speaks up behind you.

"So he gets a hug and I don't?!" his tone slightly offended.

"Yup, cause you're annoying," you bring a hand up to flick his forehead, causing him to let out a irritated noise. you had only just met him in person but something compelled you to do that. Maybe it was just a reason for you to break the ice and it was working because you all broke out into giggles.

“Im just kidding Tom,” you motion him into a hug.

Wilbur just stood observing the entire interaction between his two best friends. He was thrilled to finally have you here, he couldn't wait to show you all his favorite places, hang out, and get to know better in person. Finally.

The two boys had managed to drag you to the beach, and even though it was freezing Tommy insisted on going to the arcade to try and win another 'vlog gun'. After suffering through loosing a few games, Wilbur managed to win you a little stuffed cat that you promptly named Mr Whiskers.

It was endearing to watch him struggle at most of the games so he could get enough tickets. It was all worth it in his eyes to embarrass himself by losing ski-ball to you, twice, he saw the evident blush on your cheeks and the look you gave him. As if he hung the stars in the sky just for you. It made his chest hurt in a good way.

The rest of the night went smoothly for the most part. More and more, Wilbur had been getting more touchy with you. Though you didn’t mind it at all, maybe he didn’t realize how much he was putting his hand on you as you walked side by side as he led you through crowds. How he held doors open for you. It was sweet.

Maybe he was doing it just to be nice. That small voice in the back of your head telling you thats all it was. Because thats what friends do.

Eventually, the three of you met up with Ranboo and Charlie. They were just how they were online, which made meeting them a whole lot better. Walking around Brighton, making inside jokes and teasing each other. You hadn't been this happy in a while. You can remember the last time you genuinely enjoyed yourself, your friends were the product of that. You were fortunate to have found them when you did. Quarantine was hard on you, much like the rest of the world. So when you were invited to join a group game call, you couldn't pass up the opportunity. That night, something had clicked between you and Wilburt specifically. Then you started to join more calls with the gang and the rest was history.

Sometime in the night, you found yourself walking behind with Wilbur by your side chatting about nothing in particular. Until the comfortable silence filled the air between you, you took a moment to take in the nightlife of Brighton. The street lamps guide your way through the beachside and the pubs on the corner were starting to fill up. As if the city was somehow more alive at night.

"I'm really glad you came," Wilbur speaks, sincerely.

You stop your wide-eyed gaze to look at him and smile softly at him.

"I am too," You gush. "I'm honestly considering moving here,” Now he’s smiling.

Wilbur's brain starts to go a million miles a second. His heart leaped at the thought of you living closer to him. Seeing you in person everyday seemed like a dream come true. He begins to slow his step and a frown replaces your smile. Your own thoughts running rampant now, assuming you might've freaked him out by voicing that you wanted to move here so soon after meeting him in person. Maybe it made him uncomfortable. it was too soon to say something that bold. You had only just met him in person today.

"Listen, Y/N..."

You stopped and your brain got the best of you with his tone. You shouldn't have said anything like that to him. It was too soon.

“I don’t want to sound cheesy, but I need you to know how I feel.”

Oh... OH.

You knew what this was leading to. Realizing why he was acting the way he was all day.

"I like you, more than like you. You're funny, beautiful, smart, and everything I could've hoped for in a best friend. But I can't keep pretending I don't think of you when we aren't talking, or how when I look at you my chest hurts."

Wilbur liked you. Really liked you. You would jump for joy and shout to the rooftops about how much you reciprocate his feelings but something in the back of your mind told you not to. The doubt in your mind from yourself, both your fans online judging. It made you slowly start to panic. You felt as though you weren’t good enough for him.

You saw the aftermath of when his fans shipped him and Niki together. It almost ruined their friendship. You didn’t want that.

"Please say something?" he stops his rant to notice you are staring up at him with blank eyes.

"I-uh," you stutter. "can we maybe not do this now?"

His face falls and it instantly crushes you with regret. His disappointment shows as he gives you a forced smile and nods.

"Y-yeah, let's catch up with everyone, Tommy wants to do this big stream at his place." he gestures for you to move along with him, all while you feel horrible for doing this.

You wish you could take back what you said. You know you've hurt him, It's painfully obvious when he doesn't talk to you for the rest of the walk. You glance at him a few times but he keeps his eyes forward and stoic.

If only you didn’t let your anxiety get the best of you. You had to talk to him at some point, but for now you pushed it aside. The rest of the group didn’t seem to notice the sudden tension between the two of you, if they did nothing was remarked about it.

As you continued the journey to Tommys flat, you and Wilbur still walked silently side by side. With what little courage you had, you reached out your hand and held his in a moment of truce. Giving it a gentle squeeze with your fingers to seal the deal that you would talk later. You heard his soft inhale at the contact and he squeezes back. Your shoulders drop from the weight of tension being lifted off. Maybe, just maybe this ment this conversation wasn’t over.

Back at Tommy’s, the monitor in his cramped bedroom with everyone packed together like sardines; shows the twitch chat flashing by with viewers comments.

“WELCOME BACK TO THE STREAM EVERYONE!” Tommy shouted causing you to hold your ear in slight pain.

“God Tommy, could you be anymore loud?” you wince.

“Look who’s here chat!” he gestured to you with his hands, ignoring your complaints. You waved at the webcam as chat went crazy. He introduced everyone else as they all broke out into a chorus of conversation.

Wilbur was mostly quiet on your left, an occasional sarcastic comment made here and there. You could practically feel his eyes buring into the side of your head. Hopping chat wasn’t noticing how he was looking at you, your eyes shifting to your lap to fidget with your fingers.

Out of view, Wilbur reached over and took your hand picking at the skin around your nails. You had stopped your nervous tick and opted for squeezing his hand. Nobody seemed to notice the sudden shift in both your behavior.

Suddenly you felt tense, the feeling of having everyone’s eyes on you made your mind start to spiral.

Letting go of Wilburs hand, you quickly had excused yourself and walked out of Tommys room and into the kitchen.

Everyone had a mix of concerned and worried expressions as they watched you leave the room but didn’t say anything about it. Wilbur had followed you in pursuit. He found you in the kitchen hyperventilating Your panic had taken over and now your lungs were paying the price for the burning sensation from not breathing.

“it's okay,” he took your face into his hands and held you. “just follow my breaths.

he took a breath in, and you followed.

When you came to your senses, Wilbur had asked you what was wrong and you just began to cry. Everything came rushing down on you.

“Im sorry. I-Im sorry I shot you down earlier, Im sorry for h-hurting you. I-i,” you stuttered over yourself. Wilbur shakes his head at you. He probably thinks you’re such a mess.

“I don’t understand, I know you like me too, so I don’t understand why you rejected me after I poured my heart out to you. Then you go and hold my hand while we're walking.'

Wilbur was right. Playing with his feelings was selfish and cruel. He was completely in the right to question you. You were practically flirting with one another all day, and then you shut down his advances of trying to open your relationship.

“I do wanna be with you.” you sniff. “I'm just really scared.”

"Why darling? It's just me, your silly old Wil." he pokes at your sides causing you to let out a giggle. Your best friend, who looked at you with the prettiest chocolate eyes, who stayed on call with you all night when you couldn't sleep. The only person you told your deepest fears and dreams to.

You take a shaky inhale as you begin to explain. "I don't wanna ruin our friendship, we have something I've never experienced with anyone else in my life. I care about you too much to let me be a distraction in your life, and I am scared that the fans will-"

Wilbur interrupts you with a hand on your arm.

"The fans? darling who cares about that, I care way too much about you to even care about what strangers think. It's no one's business who I, or you for that matter have a relationship with." he clarified. "I love you and nothing or no one will ever change that."

Those three words made your heart leap in your throat.

"Y-you l-love me?" you stutter in disbelief.

"Yes, of course I do."

Tears roll down the apples of your cheeks as you lean forward to engulf Wilbur into another hug. His arms wrapped around your back reciprocating your embrace. your face buried in his neck as you inhale his cologne and your tears dampen his skin.

"I love you too Wil," you whisper.

He squeezes you closer to him in return and this time you don't hold yourself back...

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[uldahstreetrat]

Im trying to take note of real world influences in XIV for some projects going forward, like languages used in areas (French names in Ishgard, Roman terms in Garlemald) or like in aesthetics I suppose (like Radz-at-han in particular reminds me of Istanbul), and I'd like to hear others' thoughts about those kinds of influences that they've noticed

(little more context on things im working on under the cut)

right now this has a lot to do with things like stamps lmao I have in fact gotten kinda into stamp collecting now and I'd like to design some for XIV areas based on similar irl counterpart countries? like regular stamps and stuff like a sort of Garlean version of US postal war savings stamps? so having irl countries to reference for stamp styles would be helpful to like figure that stuff out

and honestly all of this is just part of making a physical copy of Q'ihnn's journal more complicated than it needs to be but never let it be said that I dont have a love of unnecessarily dense world building

plus by having a list of reference countries I can also build out other kinds of like, souvenirs? in the journal from the places visited across msq - a lot of things I see people keep in journals, especially travel ones, are stuff like wrappers or other packaging, pieces of maps, receipts (that's its own rabbit hole ive gone down), ticket stubs, and other various little paper things along with photos and drawings (which are much easier to manage in comparison)

cause a lot of this shit doesnt extensively exist within the game often beyond a mention in a stray line of dialogue or two so there's advantages to having irl cultural and historical reference to make something that feels real - plus im often off in lala fantasy land in my head because im stuck at home a lot, im not exactly well traveled, so im sure its easy for me to miss especially like language use in certain areas (I didnt even notice how French Ishgardian names were until someone else made a joke about it, it just doesnt occur to me)

like some of these influences are fairly obvious, right, like Doma and Kugane being Japanese inspired and Greek influence around Sharlayan (which the Greek/Roman dichotomy that Sharlayan and Garlemald have going on is its own whole thing I could go into btw they're so similar yet different in such interesting ways) - but places like Ul'dah?? not a clue. Ala Mhigo? no idea. The Crystarium and Eulmore in the first??? oh I'd put my head through a wall trying to thing of a real world counterpart for reference

granted now having said that someone is going to point out something obvious that I just entirely missed some way or another lmao but like that's why im asking, right? anyway if you have nerd ass thoughts too just hit me up

[thefaiao]

seeing your clowns made me go feral since my fixation is cringe and clown flavored

Who let you cook like that who let you cook AUTHHFFH UR ART IS SO COOL IM BEING DRAGGED AWAY

You’re hatching is so fucking inspiring since it’s soMETHING I try to do in my own work I LOVE UR ART

would it be fine to ask what brushes you use? I love ur values also, you’re so so good at shapes and form WAAAA I LOVE UR STUFF. I did dig up an old ask you made iirc, but I’m not sure if it’s changed

Hey! Thank you very much. I'll go through the brushes I use for each program: Drawpile

From what I understand most of these are MyPaint brushes... but I only know them as drawpile brushes because that's what I use. Main ones I've used lately is Irregular Ink and a default brush for coloring

I don't really change the size of irregular ink much and the pressure doesn't matter that much. It has high stabilization which I haven't changed, but I'm sure you could get away with lowering it. For the other brush I'm pretty sure it's a default one that I slightly tweaked (drawpile is a bit bad about communicating what brush exactly you are using to you.) I quite like it because it feels like playing with clay, makes it easy to map out the volume. I use it for those lineless pieces I do from time to time too. I change its size a lot while drawing. I've also used these two, one of the pencil brushes and a second one I stole from Jokioro that I have no idea what is called

I used the first one for the D'arce I did a while ago and the recent VTMB piece. It's great at emulating sketchy graphite pencils, I like layering it to do multi-colored hatching rendering. The second one I don't know how to use super well yet but it's probably my fourth most used as of late. It works very weirdly so if you wanna figure out how to make it work I recommend looking at how Jokioro draws. Clip Studio I bounce around a lot with all the brushes, but I use a loooot of stuff from the Frenden pack. Mainly Meeko Leako for lining and even coloring, it has a great texture to it, very fun

This has been my most used brush for years. It's great for super straight lines and produces a great difference in value between quick lines and thick lines. I haven't used it as much since I picked up drawpile more recently, but it's amazing! Other than that I use the default G-pen when I just want simple lines without much texture

It's a bit ugly at a glance but I think if you lock in it's great for super clean lines, just trying to get the point across without much noise. I also like coloring with it at times, when I'm going lineless. SAI Binary pen. Use the binary pen. It's the best brush ever made

It just feels super right to draw with it, it's so simple but it makes your lines look super slick, and it's just a binary pen. I guess they just got the behavior down perfect for it. But yeah, love this brush. IRL I've always used these archival ink pens in different sizes for basically everything I've done traditionally, and of course just a simple number 2 pencil for sketching and such. I've used a bit of charcoal recently, and been wanting to deep into darker pencils for detail, but this is still the default. I also will probably try out dip pens sometime

That's all I can think of immediately, but I always like to mess around to try and find another great brush, and you should do the same even if you end up using these a lot.

[middlenamesage]

Images, circumstances or feelings that the planets bring to my mind

Sun

Being given an award or certificate

When you feel clarity about yourself or an endeavor, with zero doubt

Taking the mask off (showing your authenticity)

Being complimented or GIVING compliments

Leading or inspiring

Being in good health

Being on stage

A playground

Whatever makes you feel most alive

Your creations like art or children

Going your own way

Finding a passion that makes you feel like you’ve found more of yourself

Moon

Comfort food

The relationships that feel most like family

Breastfeeding

The menstrual cycle (“on your moon” or “moon time” as some have called it, and fun fact: there have been significantly ongoing times that my period came every month during my lunar return, her phase has been less relevant for me personally.)

Counseling or the things you do to manage your emotional health

A shoulder to cry on

Empathy and sympathy

Trauma responses

Self soothing habits

Your childhood home

Your ancestors

Déjà vu

Mercury

Books and libraries

Phones

Chat windows

Search engine

The local roads

Journaling

Classrooms

Secretaries

To-do list

Maps

The mail

Wit

Word games

Asking “how”?

Venus

A palette of paints

Walking barefoot in nature

Flowers

Cuddling🫠massage🫠orgasm

Cherished possessions

A feast

Hips swinging

“Buy me a coffee”

A spa or a retreat

Wedding rings/promise rings/vows… to give mainstream examples, but anything to honor and recognize a relationship.

Reciprocation (or awareness of however your giving vs taking looks like in relationships)

Models of good manners and social grace

Doves (peace) and swans (grace)

Mars

Scars

Rough or energetic sex

Break ups

Gym equipment

Athletics

Tournaments of all types

An erupting volcano

Demolition at a construction site (and now I’m literally envisioning a red wrecking ball! 🔴)

Punching bag 🥊

Knives and swords

Knight in shining armor

A can of pepper spray

Standing your ground

Setting your sights on something and not backing down

Criminals (fighting/violence/violation/stealing)

Men in power starting wars (Mars AND Saturn and they have actually been going to war over Venus i.e. resources/wealth and historically women too!)

Heroes

Jupiter

Winning the lottery- or using that as metaphor, any expansion brought to you that feels like you won the lottery.

Long distance travels

Archery or horseback riding

When suddenly everything seems possible

Praying

Religious and spiritual texts

A desire to be generous and pass on good fortune

Celebrations of excess, like flaunting wealth. Or eating competitions/livestreams (speaking of the latter, I recently saw a headline about a Tik Tok star for that who died aged 24. He did in fact die during his Jupiter return).

Strong fiery excitement a little like mania❤️‍🔥 (personally I’ve noticed this happening to me when Jupiter’s strongly active and connect it to making new meanings and/or optimism, this has made it the benefic usually easier to enjoy; more on my natural wavelength than the relaxation of Venus.)

Connecting the dots / seeing the big picture

Asking “why”?

Saturn

An old building with construction still more functional than the new ones

A rock wall (built from solid earth, and a boundary!)

Mountain climbing

City hall or school board meeting

Government/law enforcement/the boss

A ten/twenty/etc year plan

The designated driver

Elders

Child prodigies

The borders of nations

“Waste not, want not”

Saying no

Traditions (especially on societal levels, family traditions are so Moon!)

Building your resume

Uranus

A political or human rights protest

Boycotts

Artificial intelligence

Genius

Technological simulation

Space travel

Rejecting norms and being contrarian

Experimenting with new approaches

Mad scientist

Foresight built on logical observations (distinct from intuitive premonitions)

Embracing your quirks

Turbulence

Mental overstimulation

Sudden ideas

Not “irl”

The urge to flee situations that have you feeling caged

Self autonomy

Neptune

Clouds or fog obstructing the view

A fortune telling booth

Swindlers

Drugs

Dreams

Synchronicity

Metaphors and symbolism

Premonitions

Wearing rose-colored glasses

Not getting credit

Self sacrifice and martyrs

A funhouse mirror that distorts your reflection

A pseudonym or “pen name”

“All is one and one is all”

Questioning if you exist

The ocean (this could obviously be the Moon too!)

Pluto

A cemetery

A bombshell reveal that changes everything

Relationships marked by power imbalance

Emotional manipulation

Alchemy

Butterfly metamorphosis

Water frozen completely solid

Everything those in power keep buried from us, also the reveals when they happen

Driving through a dark tunnel

Financial and trauma inheritances

Psychological repression

The hidden treasure chest (of your personal power)

⬆️ Ascendant 🌅

The vehicle with which you’re using to navigate all of this through life…

The helm of the ship, or the steering wheel

Mile marker 0 (your starting point; it was the moment you took your first breath)

When your eyes open in the morning!

Note: Seeing the ascendant as gate to the rest of the chart, I emphasize the value in connecting more deeply with your ascendant sign, your ascendant ruler, and any planets in the first house especially if they are conjunct the ascendant.

[noitsbecky127]

rebecca watches ds9: shakaar

sisko’s playing darts? guess julian’s busy

and now sisko’s busy too! who will play darts with him now?

HERE’S julian! right on time!

looks like kira’s praying

oh i just heard a “bareil” in there. guess she’s praying for his soul :(

the first minister is dead. is there a second minister or smth for this situation

what the shit. the pope can’t be the president. how the fuck is that allowed. what kind of government is this

i’m sorry i’m gonna be hung up on this for a while. how is the bajoran provisional government so badly designed that the pope can be the president. i get that they were brutally occupied but “the pope can’t be the president” just seems like a common-sense rule

“i’m afraid that if she’s given power, she’s never gonna let it go” ah. i hate how timely this line is

god this whole conversation is entirely too real right now

the bajoran prayer kira is saying lowkey reminds me of hebrew prayers, just in terms of the sounds. are bajorans space jews or is that just wishful thinking on my part

winn get the fuck out of here

“i loved him” girl that’s the comphet talking

new kira lore! she is from dahkur province

title drop!

somehow i doubt kira will convince shakaar to give up the reclamators

where have i seen this man before

oh my god he’s the candle sex ghost. this episode is insane

“i liked you the old way” suck it up, she’s embraced butchness

personal names! they must be really close

nice place shakaar has here

jadzia’s playing darts now? what’s made everyone decide to get into darts all of a sudden

quark is truly incorrigible

miles has won 46 darts games in a row? normally i would attribute that to just a good shot but this is star trek so i worry that this may be a symptom of the latest weirdness

quark is going to great lengths to ensure miles’ shoulders stay in their proper places

what in god’s name is this b-plot

bajoran resistance reunion!

i think the prophets would probably forgive you if you got a prosthetic

what exactly is a reclamator? can they make more?

guess they prolly don’t have the resources for that rn

i feel like a meeting between shakaar and winn would not be terribly productive

don’t kiss

they didn’t kiss :D

oh god what is winn planning now

arrest apparently!

“glad to see that living on a space station hasn’t slowed you down” sir do you have any idea how much bullshit they encounter aboard ds9

how are they gonna get out of this one

darts against a vulcan. where’s the Logic in that?

not his shoulder conspiring against him 💀

he simply cannot have a good day can he. it’s not allowed. the rules of ds9 forbid him from being happy for extended periods of time

quark is never gonna serve miles a drink again

“i don’t want this issue to divide my people” girl no one is divided it’s just you vs everyone

i think if the federation arrests shakaar that will do the OPPOSITE of showing friendship

the prophets did not give you this role, and if they did they were really stupid for doing so

damn we’ve got quite a few bajorans in the mountain crew now!

what is kira doing

oh ok it scrambled their biosigns or whatever

wonder if there’s a map of bajor somewhere online. unfortunately i do not care to risk getting spoiled

off to the bajoran grand canyon!

yeah don’t start shooting good people just bc winn is being awful, i’m sure there’s a peaceful way out of this

well that almost went very badly

winn’s gotta back down in this situation right? surely even she won’t be stupid enough to hold out when everyone’s against her

guess shakaar’s gonna be the president! need this energy irl

so much for the zone. small price to pay for a working shoulder imo

julian stole the zone during surgery

[thatgirlyourejected]

Helpless reader x England x America x 2p England, 2p America part 1

So yes I used ai for chat but I reformatted and put everything in my own words, nothing is the same for the text receipts, if you guys want proof I can post a second page for reference. It was used to get the ball rolling since I’ve not read or watched hetalia in a while so spare me. I don’t use ai for any of my other works as I’m very familiar with the characters I write. I’m very honest about anything I write so any questions on this I will answer. This was also obligatorily modified for authenticity. I’ve already mapped things out so there will be lots of parts for you guys to devour.

Edit: I’m changing the story to reader believes she’s talking to ai…

Part 2

Preview “Find me please, she pleaded over the phone, I need you!”

Recently (y/n) had joined a ai chat… a nation chat with England it was a cool concept nation’s personified, even better that is was based on an anime she loved; she had no idea nations or personifications actually existed, nor that the ai was a way for nations to talk with regular humans.

(Y/n-f/c): Hi I’m (y/n)!

A bubble popped up (…)

(England): (y/n) nice to meet you love, I’m England, but you can call me Arthur.

England okay, the ai’s pretty good, very in character so far… (y/n) smiled, excited to chat with one of her favorite characters from an Hetalia, a show she’d obsessed over long ago. She had to admit that now as an adult (age) it really felt different. In her teenage years she spent obsessed with the show, she imagined talking to various characters in her head so many times; nostalgia swept over her like a cold wind, goosebumps rose on her arms. Now that she had a way to talk to them though artificial she felt exhilarated, excitement made her tremble, with all the things she could ask, the reaction she could elicit. Divine.

(Y/n-f/c): England like the country? that’s neat. What are you doing talking to a humble human such as myself?

(England): yes dear I’m a country, but I must insist you call me Arthur. Why wouldn’t I talk to you, a new connection no matter who is always a breath of fresh air for and old man like me.

(Y/n-f/c): haha old indeed let me officially introduce myself I’m (y/n) I’m (age) and I hail from the United States.

It took awhile before a new message popped up. The screen flickering from loading dots.

(England): you come from America you sound polite for someone from that buggers country.

(Y/n) grinned though a little annoyed, accurate response probably… she huffed slightly annoyed he knew nothing of her heritage. She took a deep breath reminding herself it’s just ai.

(Y/n-f/c): that’s a bit much, where I hail from shouldn’t be a stereotype to define me.

(England): sorry love, didn’t mean to offend.

(Y/n-f/c): it’s fine, I’ve got things to do irl so I’ll chat with you later

(Y/n) had enough of there chat she needed to do something else. She didn’t bother to see what was sent next. She feels silly for being offended by an ai, but it really scratched her the wrong way applying a stereotype to her. She needed a break to cool her head.

Yeah I also did this in text format, because that how our story progressed over a phone, pretty unique if you ask me, like how will (y/n) get England to show interest in her, when do all the other characters pop in and why, will this get steamy? Who knows it does turn yandere though.

[dymond-dynamo]

finally beat Cyberpunk 2077. holy shit. holy fucking shit. I'm so glad they stuck with it after the disaster that was its launch, because the way it is now, it's an absolute masterpiece. the gameplay is genuinely really fun now, but the story and characters are where it really shines, and I can't get into that without spoilers, and since I'm gonna badger everyone in my life that I can into playing it, I'll put those after the cut lol

fuck, I wanna play Cyberpunk tabletop so bad now

SPOILERS

since it's fresh in my brain, the ending!! I've only actually gotten one ending so far, currently still watching credits for the star ending. definitely glad to give my girls a happy ending for their "canon" finale, but I'll for sure be going through the other endings as soon as I can

it makes me sad that there's no way to have an ending where Johnny stays with you. he's an asshole and a piece of shit, but he's *my* piece of shit asshole. like he says tho, they were never going to get a happy ending, not really. it's just the nature of the thing. just, what could have been

I think the best storytelling tho was in the endings to Phantom Liberty. I've done 3/4 of those (still gotta betray Song at the rocket), and holy hell those hit me hard. sending her to the moon was so amazing and beautiful and cinematic, and betraying her just to put her out of her misery genuinely felt like a horror movie that ended in cutting tragedy. but I think the ending that hurt me the most was turning her over to NUSA. they did such a good job of taking the city you've spent so much time with (iirc I was already like 80 hours in by the time I got there) and making it feel alien and hostile. there's such a profound sorrow to everyone having moved on without V. they really nailed exactly what they were going for with it

and most importantly, Judy. holy shit Judy. genuinely one of the best romances I've seen in a game, and I feel bad for everyone who goes with someone else (tbf I like Panam a lot (they should let her be gay with V and Judy), and Kerry is fine, but River??? the man's idea of a romantic way to confess is to go up on top of a water tower lol. I know diving to see their childhood home is an unobtainably high bar, but give the straight girlies something at least, come on lol). I also love that, based on my understanding of the slang, she canonically confirms that V is the top in the credits

finally, the city itself. I know it's a cliche to call the setting of a work a character, but I don't really know how to describe it. I absolutely fell in love with Night City (which made the ending, where everyone's saying how excited they are to get away, really funny). I love how different the different parts of the city are, I love how alive it feels, I love zipping around it on Jackie's bike (which was my main vehicle for basically the whole game. it just felt right, and I love the way motorcycles feel in this game). I loved playing V as a streetkid, it just felt right. she and the city were one, it was in her veins. I love going to all the different shops and bars around the city, and seeing how all of them are unique. I even loved hating driving around Dogtown and the desert, it felt right to look forward so much to getting back in the city proper. what can I say, I'm a Yakuza fan, I'm a sucker for a well constructed living city

there's a million other things I could talk about, a thousand other characters that I enjoyed (I did literally every side mission I got and every gig on the map), but I hate writing Tumblr posts on my phone, so I won't lol

anyway, 10/10, incredible game. Witcher 4 is gonna go crazy whenever it comes out, probably not until irl 2077 lmao

[thepascalofus]

Growing on Me - Chapter One

AO3

Din Djarin x botanist!Reader

Word Count: 6.1K

Summary: The Plant Species Inventory Project is a one hundred day expedition in the forests of Nevarro. You’re Nevarro’s best (and only) botanist, which is something Karga doesn’t want to risk losing. Making sure you’re safe on this years expedition, Karga hired a Mandalorian to protect you—Mando.

Series Content Warnings: 18+ only, MDNI, swearing, completely made up species and/or irl species instead of canon ones, inaccurate descriptions of Nevarro (it has forests instead of lava plains), lots of biology and environmental stuff (I promise I won’t go too deep with it [i have a bio degree]), 70% strangers/30% enemies to lovers, semi-slow burn, lots of tropes (because what are tropes if we don’t use them am I right?), canon violence, eventual SMUT, eventual FLUFF, reader is described as gender neutral as possible but has female sex organs and is occasionally referred to as a girl, no Y/N, hurt/comfort, happy ending guaranteed!

A/N: I have had this idea brewing in my mind for a while now. I’m so happy to share this with all of you. I truly love the topic I went to school for (biology), so this is mostly for me, oops. There will be lots of biology related stuff in this series, but I promise it will be “comprehensible”, not textbook jargon. Every single like, reblog, comment, smoke signal (that’d be a fun one), and ask truly means the world to me. Sharing my writing is a new thing for me and I’m enjoying it so far. Alsssoooo, I’m planning for this fic to be a long(er) series. 

Leaves crunched underneath your hiking boots with every step you took into the forest. Further and further in, green soaked into your vision and found its home. The forest was moderately dense. Trees of various shapes and sizes were scattered throughout the land. Distances between tree trunks varied, but gaps still allowed for traversion.

The understory was spectacular. Biodiversity could be defined in a dictionary, and a picture of this landscape would take up two and a half pages. Tall, leafy plants with elongated petioles and broad leaves gave the small shade plants cover. Tiny collections of different mosses littered the surfaces of landlocked rocks. Vines found their way up tree trunks and retreated back down, hanging from branches as thick, green ropes.

Light peeked in from the gaps in the forest canopy. Small lizards basked on rocks where the light shined especially bright. Happy, buzzing pollinators made their way from flower to flower in search of sweet nectar.

The light also reflected off of Mando’s silver beskar, and right into your eyes.

You squinted at the white splotches that harassed your vision. In response, you turned your head and ignored the man that stood in the corner of your eye. Your feet continued to weave between plants, careful not to break too many with your steps. With each step, the brown rucksack on your back bounced against your torso and your blaster patted against your thigh.

Karga lent you the rucksack to hold the maps and forms needed for the expedition. It was one hundred days out here. You’ve done longer land surveys and experienced plenty of joy from doing them. But you were with your university mentor then.

Now you’re with Mando.

Karga insisted that the Mandalorian come with you. You sauntered into his office this morning to retrieve the rucksack and its contents, and were met with two men instead of just the High Magistrate himself. Karga pulled you aside and told you to, “think of him as more of an assistant,” but you knew he truly hired the man donning beskar to protect you.

You rolled your eyes in response, but thanked Karga nevertheless. The Plant Species Inventory Project was in its third year, and you were on your third year of running it. Every year you hiked through the surrounding forests of Nevarro for one hundred days to document the species of the forest.

But last year you had to stop early due to receiving a venomous bite from a lizard. Karga called in an airlift and had you rushed to the hospital. The doctors said that if you had arrived five minutes later, you would’ve been dead.

This year, Karga decided that your knife and blaster weren’t good enough against lizards. Instead of getting you better self defense tools, he bought a Mandalorian to protect you. From the lizards.

Right before you passed another rock with a lizard sunbathing on its peak, Mando made his way over to you and put his body between you and the rock. You huffed in response. The lizard had brown, pointy skin with splotches of blue along its back.

“That one is harmless, Mando,” you deadpanned to the man.

“Yeah? How do you know?” He quipped in response.

Taken aback by his sudden eagerness to talk to you—he hasn’t said a word to you since you both left Karga’s office—you quickly explained, “The harmless ones, Glendia ropensis, have blue spots on their back. The venomous ones, Glendia frediama, have green spots.”

Mando turned his helmet to look at you. You stared back at him, directly in his black visor. Other people have told you bits and pieces of folklore about the Mandalorians. The galaxy’s best warriors. They trained to develop their fighting skills as soon as they were old enough.

Yet, the beskar man didn’t phase you. Karga wouldn’t send you into a remote forest with a man he didn’t trust…right? You trusted Karga and his judgment, therefore you trusted Mando to not kill you.

“I thought you were a botanist?” The shiny man stated in confusion.

“I am,” you replied, “just because I know plants doesn’t mean I can’t know animals.”

His helmet tilted in a “fair enough” motion and you two continued to trek through the forest. Mando cleared his throat, “Karga said you were Nevarro’s best botanist.”

“I am,” you repeated, then continued with tight lips, “I’m also Nevarro’s only botanist.”

The man hummed, the sound crackling through the helmet. Facing forward, your gaze drifted downwards to the array of plants on the forest floor. Different leaf shapes popped out at you. Some plants had bright flowers while others lacked them.

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

Your watch went off, signaling for the first sampling. Bringing your rucksack around your shoulder and in front of you, you plopped it down on the ground and opened the sack. A holopad and two cubes were held in your hands as you brought them from out of the brown bag. 

Flipping the switch on one of the cubes, you tossed it to Mando. He stood there, examining the device, while you pulled up the proper programs on the holopad. One program mapped your hike while the other helped you record the species you sampled. You tucked the holopad under your arm after setting up your sampling preferences.

You looked up to see Mando fiddling with the cube you gave him. Your hand whose arm wasn’t holding the holopad flicked the switch on the corresponding cube.

A hologram square projected out of the cubes, the devices corresponded to two diagonal corners of the square. You walked closer to the Mandalorian and the square shrunk. You walked further and the square grew.

Selecting a small rock protruding from the ground, you set the device on top of it. Mando picked up on your motions and found a log to prop the corresponding device onto.

“Don’t all of the sampling plots need to be the same size?” The silver man questioned.

You retrieved the holopad from under your arm and tapped the screen to initiate the calculations on the size of the plot. Looking up from the holopad you pointed to the screen, and replied to Mando with a hint of sass, “The programs standardize everything, so the sampling plots don’t need to be exact.”

His gaze bored into yours while the program calculated the dimensions of the plot and ran other diagnostics of the area. You raised an eyebrow at him, shifting your weight to one foot, “Do you not trust Nevarro’s best botanist?” You asked jokingly, yet with a tone of seriousness.

At first Mando didn’t respond in words, but his shoulders rose, as if he let out a silent laugh at you. He shook his head, helmet rotating from side to side, “It’s only been a couple hours, we’ll see,” Mando drawled. Light glinted off the beskar donning his head as he turned to observe the surrounding woods. 

Bending down, you began to assess the leaves of the first plant to identify. The veins were parallel, running side by side to each other. Leaf arrangement was alternate, no two leaves shared the same growth point on the stem. No vein on the plant touched. They all went and came from the same direction, never meeting.

The second plant had net-like veining on its leaves. Veins crossed and morphed into each other. Leaf arrangement was opposite. Pairs of leaves pinched the stem with their petioles and crossed it perpendicularly. Every feature on the small herb met and weaved together. Each vein could only be minutely distinguished among the web of veins working together to keep the plant alive. 

Stenica aparinese and Wortanum tortanumus.

The pair of you haven’t met before. You knew nothing about the beskar man, besides that he didn’t talk much. But it had only been a few hours, as Mando said before, and you still don’t feel like your paths have crossed. Even though you two have been walking side by side. 

—

You completed ten samplings before you decided to call it a day. Squatting over plants and counting petals wasn’t mentally difficult, but it was physically. Knees aching and thighs burning, you two made your way through the maze of trees. The holopad glowed in the fading sunlight and aided you in finding the nearest safehouse. 

Footsteps created a chorus of crunches that echoed off the tree trunks. Your gait was focused on avoiding the small, rare plants on the forest floor. Occasionally, you’d stop to get a closer look at some—having never seen them before. 

Mando would pause behind you. His large hands settled on his belt, palm resting near his blaster. The helmet swiveled from side to side as he dragged his gaze over the forest. He would wait patiently near you as you took notes about the species, attempting to identify it. 

“Are we good to go?” He’d grit out after a couple minutes. 

You stood up from a squat and clicked the holopad off, throwing him a quick nod. The crunching chorus resumed, feet finding pockets of common grasses and clovers. Mando’s heavy boots tried to fall within the same pockets of green that yours did, but his success was debatable. 

Sunlight shining down from the canopy became scarce, but not obsolete. The blaster hanging in a holster on your hip tapped against your thigh. The crunches caused by footsteps were accompanied by a cadence of muted pats.

Mando cleared his throat, a sound that choked out of the helmet’s modulator, “Do you know how to use that thing?” The beskar man asked.

You turned to face him, stopping in your tracks. You’ve never had to shoot it, the blaster hung from a holster just in case you needed it. But it can’t be that hard, right? Just point and shoot.

“I mean, yeah,” you shrugged, “you just point and shoot.” Thinking that was an acceptable answer for Mando, you turned to continue towards the safehouse.

“Just point and shoot?” Dry exasperation churned out like gravel from his helmet. 

Lips became a line on your face, and your torso faced him again. Before you could start speaking, he cut you off. “You haven’t used it, have you?” Mando sighed.

You crossed your arms over your chest, exhaustion took over your expression, “Why does it matter? Does a Mandalorian need back up?”

Head turning, your footsteps resumed towards the safehouse. The holopad indicated it was less than fifty meters away. A warm shower and a comfy mattress sounded better than a shooting tutorial—from a man destined to be far better at it than you—would be.

Mando sighed and continued behind you. “What’s the point of carrying a blaster if you don’t know how to use it? If you’ve never shot it?” His helmet gave his tone a sharp edge.

“So I can look like I know how to use it. I don’t want to use it.” 

It was true. You didn’t know what you would do if you actually had to use it. Your biology courses always talked about the fight or flight response, but they rarely talked about freeze.

That’s probably what you would do. You’d freeze. 

“Firing bad shots at someone who does know how to use it, makes you look like you don’t know how to use it,” Mando said matter-of-factly. 

Shoulders dropping, you sighed and trekked forwards. “Look, I know that the bolt comes out of the barrel and to point it at what I want to shoot. And pulling the trigger fires the blaster. I feel like that’s good enough for now,” you rebuked. 

Thankfully, Mando dropped the subject, since the gray exterior of the safehouse came into view. The small building formed a basic cube of cement walls. Only a few windows interrupted the slabs of stone, and they were dark, bleak. Near the tree-brown door was the only sign that the safehouse wasn’t a long-lost monument—a glowing, yellow keypad. If you were the only humans in the forest, the safehouse shouldn’t have been used since last year. 

Approaching the brown door, you dug into your memory for the code that allows entry. Karga asked you what code you wanted when he had them built throughout the forest. 

That’s right! The code is your birth date.

You pressed the corresponding keys, the yellow glow bathed your fingertips in a warm light. The brown door slid open once the last key was pressed. Before you could even find the kriffing lightswitch, a crackle came from behind your head.

“What’s the code?” Mando asked with intention.

Mando must have assumed that you knew where the lightswitch was, because he continued his path over the threshold and directly into your back. The momentum from his body ramming into yours made you stumble, falling towards the wooden floors. You brought your arms up to brace yourself for the harsh impact.

And they hit nothing.

Instead, a large, gloved hand settled on your stomach and pulled you upwards. The muscles of his arm pressed against your side and burned their warmth into your skin. Suddenly, you were back on your feet and the lights were turned on.

You turned around, eyes wide in shock at the speed of events. Mando’s gloved finger dropped from its position under the switch. “Sorry about that,” he sighed.

Acting like he didn’t just seamlessly haul you back to your feet with one arm.

A feeling that was foreign—but not too foreign—seeped from your chest down to your stomach. The ticklish warmth emanated throughout your body in all directions. The same feeling you opted to tune out at while you were at university. Shit.

One guy put a hand on you and now you have butterflies? C’monnn. 

Just like every other time, you blockade the warmth from spreading too far out. Mentally, barricades went up before the feeling could leave your torso. It’s better to stay focused on the task at hand.

Shhkt.

The Mandalorian pressed a button that triggered the door to slide closed.

“Um…”

Were you supposed to thank him? Scold him? Leave it at that? Your mouth tightened and you gave the Mandalorian a curt nod and a, “Thanks.” 

Before receiving his reaction, you turned your back to him to assess the layout of the safehouse. A small, cozy living room with a fireplace filled up most of the space to your left. Knit blankets were draped over the thick cushions that sat upon the wooden furniture frames. 

The space continued into the equally small kitchen. Basic silver appliances filled up most of the kitchen space. Simple, gray pantry doors blended with the small, semi-shiny machines. On the right of you were two doors, one you assumed contained the fresher, and the other containing beds.

Turning to your left, you removed your bag and plopped onto the thick cushions of the couch. The burning in your legs made you unconcerned about making food for dinner or discussing sleeping arrangements.

The burning—or maybe lack thereof—in Mando’s thighs didn’t dissuade him from being persistent.

Mando sauntered over to the couch you were laying on. The thunks of his heavy footsteps became louder as he grew nearer. “Are you going to tell me the code?” Mando’s helmet came into your line of sight as he towered over your slumped figure.

You groaned, “Are you going to stop walking into me?”

The horizontal line of his visor tilted in your view, signifying a, “really?” emotion. His shoulders dropped, “I just want to be able to get in and out of the houses.”

Begrudgingly you told him the code, “It’s my birthday,” you explained.

“Oh, uh, happy birthday.” He gave you a curt nod and turned to walk into the kitchen.

A small smile spread across your face, and you sighed once more, “Today isn’t my birthday, metal man, the code is my birthday.” You propped one of your elbows on the couch to look over the back of the couch at him. He stood against the small metal sink, arms crossed. His large hands grasped his biceps on each side of him. The Mandalorian made the sink look like he stole it from a child’s playset. 

Once your gaze landed on him, his shoulders slumped. The T-shaped visor looked away from you and towards a map displayed on the wall. Silence ensued over the space. You too glanced at the map—yet there was nothing particularly noteworthy about it.

Mando’s visor pivoted on his shoulders and returned your gaze. After a few seconds his helmet crackled to life, “You’re getting a shooting lesson tomorrow morning.”

Your brows furrowed together and slanted downwards. “Ugggghh. I thought I told you I was good for now,” you gritted out. You let your elbow give out from underneath you and you flopped back down onto the couch cushions. 

A rumbling noise came from over the back of the couch. Footsteps followed. The heavy boots Mando wore sent muted dunks your way—then they ceased. A black T framed by silver entered your view yet again.

“I’m not good with it. Tomorrow morning after you eat,” Mando finalized.

You maintained “eye contact” with him after you rolled your eyes. Instead of staying awake—sore—and putting up with his banthashit, you willed your body to get up and to one of the wooden doors on the right side of the safehouse. Bending down, you scooped your bag onto your shoulder. Hopefully the room was the fresher.

A few paces. The turn of a doorknob. Creaking door opened. A sink, similar to the one in the kitchen, welcomed you with—metal arms? Either way, you were glad to be able to get to clean yourself after a long day. The heavy backpack slid from your shoulder and onto the floor in front of the silver sink.

Turning to close the door, you look up and Mando’s stare is directed at you. An eyebrow of yours raised, directed at him. He began to saunter over to the door next to the freshers’. His bag hung from a large, closed fist at his side.

His frame passed the threshold, making the rectangular entrance appear much smaller. A heavy object hit something soft. Hopefully Mando was finally laying down so you could be left alone. You paused for a couple seconds to see if the heavy footsteps would resume—but nothing.

Relief flooded your body, giving you the idea to close the door and get ready for the night. Water washed away the remnants of soil, tiny pieces of bark, and fragments of shed leaves from your skin. Liquid that once ran dark down the fresher drain steadily turned clear. Your body was a sponge, sucking the warmth from the water into your bones.

You finished your pre-sleep routine and ventured over to the room that contained the beds. Calling it a bedroom was too homey for this space. It was more of a room bunk beds would be kept in at camping lodges. Except there were only two adult-sized beds. And Mando’s confusedly still-silver frame covered most of the bed he chose. He laid on the mattress like someone was giving a eulogy—for him.

Peeling your gaze away from the Mandalorian’s mummy-like body, you peeled back the blankets and shuffled onto the mediocre mattress. You faced away from Mando, getting a nice view of a generic forest picture framed on the wall. It was the only decoration in the room.

“Night, metal man,” you murmured. He was already asleep, why not tease him again?

The helmet crackled to life.

“Metal man earned you one lesson. Say it again and you’ll earn another,” the words gritted out from the beskar helmet.

You laid in your bed, wide-eyed. Not knowing what to say, and honestly too tired to have this conversation, you opted to say nothing. After a couple moments, you heard shuffling from over your shoulder. The helmet crackled once more.

“Night.”

Your eyes drooped once your brain knew that social interaction was no longer required for the night. The pillow beneath your head lulled your slumber closer and closer.

“Ruus,” came from behind you.

Too tired. So sleepy. You’ll ask in the morning.

—

You woke up to birds chirping. Their calls and songs came in through your cracked bedroom window. Naturally, your brain deciphered the individual calls.

Cheep. Cheep. Cheep.

Shrrrrrk. Shrrrrrk.

Ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki.

A common house sparrow, a buzzard, and a finch.

You shuffled around in your bed seeking a couple more minutes of comfort before your alarm inevitably went off. Mattress providing a soft cushion of support for your body, pillow delightfully cold against your face, and your eyelids heavy, your body absorbed your surroundings and let them influence you. Everything influenced you to stay the fuck in bed. Shifting in and out of consciousness, your blurry dreams pulled you further into a deeper slumber. 

Dawn quickly approached, signaling for the birds to scream at each other that they’re awake. Bird calls blared through the air like tiny sirens. The rays of sunlight shone through the slits in the window blinds.

The extra-loud bird sounds snapped you out of your dreamlike state. Your gaze was trained on the warm glow of sunlight seeping into the room. Everything was natural. Ethereal. In sync and calm.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Dank farrik. Whipping the duvet off your body and swinging your legs to let your feet touch the ground, you hurriedly zipped open your bag to find the holopad. Once your hands found it between clothes and your notebooks, you clicked it on. The bright screen made your eyes squint at the device. Clicking the screen once more, the alarm was silenced. Now that the blaring ceased, your mind began to catch up to your surroundings. 

Oh kriff, the alarm probably woke up Mando. Your voice was a whisper, “I’m sorry if that woke yo–.” You turned towards his bed and the silver frame of his body was no longer there. Once you noticed his absence, you quieted yourself and listened for any noise. Nothing.

But then you smelled caf. 

Your brain put two and two together. Your thoughts slowed down. After a second, you rummaged in your bag for a change of clothes and your toiletries. Once your outfit was changed, you strode over to the door and aimed to enter the fresher.

The wooden door opened to reveal Mando sitting on the couch, reading something on his holopad. Hopefully the helmet muffled any sounds you could make. You took one sock-clad step over the threshold. Then another. And another. Only a couple more until you reached the other door.

“Morning,” Mando’s speech crackled.

You turned towards him, holding up a hand, offering a quick, “Morning,” back. He didn’t say anything afterwards. Slunking into the fresher, you closed the door behind you and began your morning ritual. 

Mid-teeth-brushing, you remembered last night.

“You’re getting a shooting lesson tomorrow morning.”

Fuck.

Well, wouldn’t Mando remind you the moment he saw you in the morning. You didn’t even set one foot inside the safehouse before he demanded the code for the door. Maybe he forgot. You can only hope.

The wooden rectangle swung on the hinges, opening the fresher. You stepped out and made your way to the kitchen. Before you entered the pantry covered space, you glanced over Mando’s shoulder to see what he was reading. His gloved finger clicked the holopad off before you could get a good look. Silver beskar filled your vision as he leaned forward to place the holopad on the empty table in front of the couch. 

You continued to the kitchen, too hungry to care. Reaching into a cabinet, you retrieved a mug, then poured a generous amount of caf into it. In the adjacent cabinet were ration packs and miscellaneous hiking-friendly snacks. Trail mix. Jerky. Protein bars. Cans lined one section of a shelf—in case anyone wanted to craft their own meal, instead of tearing open a ration pack.

Being Nevarro’s best botanist had its perks, and one was that you helped Karga set up these safehouses. So your favorite ration packs were always in stock.

You reached for one and opened the pack, eager to satiate your stomach. Your fingers found the lip of a drawer and pulled, revealing small piles of cutlery in a wooden organizer. The same fingers danced over the utensils, determining which one you preferred. Opting for a spoon, you took the utensil and fed yourself generous spoonfuls. Hiking did a number on your hunger, plus you needed the energy.

After a few sips of your caf, finishing half the mug, and a ration pack, you leaned against the counter and observed the back of Mando. His large frame nearly spanned across an entire couch cushion. Silver donned his shoulders and traveled its way down his arms, towards his hands. He spread his wingspan across the couch, exaggerating his size—not that he needed to. The Mandalorian’s leather-clad fists also donned beskar on top of them. One of his fists flexed and relaxed in a slow rhythm. 

Bubbling began at the center of your stomach, threatening to boil over into the rest of you. Heat bloomed near your face at the sight of him.

Nope. Not happening.

You peeled your gaze away from his figure and went to wash the mug. Thoughts wandered and yours landed on how Mando still hasn’t mentioned the lessons. Maybe you got off this time, you got lucky. Warm water poured over your grasp. Suds coated the shiny surface of the ceramic drinkware. The faucet let out a steady stream of water, and it dribbled against the metal lining of the sink. Soundwaves from the water traveled to your ears, which blocked the sounds of Mando’s footsteps approaching the kitchen.

You shut the faucet off and turned to place the mug back into the cabinet. The Mandalorian’s towering beskar figure standing in the space between the living room and the kitchen made you gasp in a lungful of air. 

The modulator in his helmet crushed the tone of the sentence he spoke, “Let’s go, time for your lesson.”

Shit.

—

“You’re holding it wrong,” Mando stated sternly.

You sighed and rolled your eyes at him, “I’ve been holding it for, like, ten seconds. Not even.” Instead of focusing on the black T stamped on his silver helmet, you shifted your attention to the stump of a fallen tree. It was covered in moss and mushrooms, decaying. The fallen trunk with dense branches sprawled out on the forest floor behind the stump. Light could barely make it through the thick foliage.

Metal man insisted that the lesson should take place at a location far from the safehouse, “to keep it hidden, in case anything hears the blaster shots,” he reasoned. You supposed that it wasn’t a bad explanation, but the hike before your lesson was challenging. Mando guided you through the forest for so long, you thought he forgot about the lesson. But he didn’t. And this lesson sucked.

You were having more fun looking at the ground around you. A couple different leaf shapes popped out at you from below. Flowers were scattered throughout the area, and you matched them to their respective leaves, giving you quick identifications. 

Mando used one of his gloved fingers to tap you on the shoulder. The gesture returned you to the present moment from your resentful thoughts. His leather-gloved hands gripped his own blaster. It was much larger than yours, yet his grasp consumed the handle of the weapon. Another broad, gloved hand covered the one gripping the handle. 

Your hands attempted to match him on your own blaster. It was clear that you were struggling. Eyes in slits and brows furrowed, your gaze repeatedly shifted from his grip to your grip. Fingers stumbled to find their rightful places. Instead of giving up, you settled on something that sort of resembled the position his hands were in. 

His helmet tilted downwards at you and cocked to the side, another expression of, “really?” This gesture seemed common with him. Metal clicked onto metal when Mando re-holstered his blaster. Then, his hands were on your blaster, giving the weapon a slight tug to release it from your grip.

You thought he was going to demonstrate on your considerably smaller blaster. Instead, he grabbed the barrel of the blaster and pointed the handle at you. His other hand reached for your wrist. Worn, warm leather slid against your skin. A wide palm rested against the back of your hand. Thick fingers formed a loose—but stern—grip around the base of your palm. 

His hand was so warm. And strong. Every movement was done with purpose and confidence. The grip he had on your hand guided yours to the handle. Once you grasped the metal you expected him to let go, but his hold remained. Small flecks of light glinted off the barrel of the weapon when Mando turned your wrist.

Light shined off the helmet as well. He leaned down to check if your fingers were in the right places. Spotting an incorrect placement, he used his other hand to nudge a finger downwards and onto the handle. He nodded, “Good.”

The short praise sent heat flying towards your face, and you willed for it to sink back down. His thumb shifted on your wrist, giving you slight goosebumps. How could his fingers be that thick? And his hands so strong? What would they feel li—.

You backtracked in your head. Nope. You didn’t want to go there. You had one hundred days in this forest with this guy, and you had a job to do.

Mando took your other hand with his other hand, and placed it on top of the one gripping the handle. The hold he had over the new hand tightened. In exchange, your own grip tightened over the handle.

“This hand,” he tightened his grasp once more, “squeezes down on this hand,” he rasped as he shook the wrist holding onto the warming metal. Each squeeze threatened the bubbling in your stomach to evaporate into the rest of your body, but you repressed it. Managing to control your pointless butterflies, you did as he explained, and the hold you maintained felt better than it did previously. 

As you raised the blaster up towards your eye level, Mando stepped away. Shutting one eye, you looked down the barrel and at the old tree stump. Your arms were both steady and relaxed. Remembering only the second half of Mando’s lecture from earlier, you spaced your feet shoulder width apart, and squeezed your grip around the trigger.

A bolt shot out of the end of the silver barrel and into the top of the tree stump—much higher than where you aimed. Crackling came from your right, “The piece of metal at the end of the barrel needs to line up with the notches above the trigger.”

You let out a heavy exhale, that information was in the second half of his lecture, “That’s what I did,” you told him. He let out an exhale in response, but his was in amusement, “Well, you didn’t hit the center,” his head jerked towards the stump to make his point.

He stood with his hands on his belt, shoulders back, with one knee out. Chrome plated armor gleamed from the sun coming in through the forest's canopy. His dark leather and clothing contrasted the bright metal. Without seeing his face, you knew he had a smirk on it. 

You huffed as you turned towards him, “If it’s so easy, why don’t you do it?”

He gave you his signature head tilt towards the side, “You know that I would hit it,” he stated.

Honestly, you knew he could. The man is fully decked out in beskar armor and carries several weapons with him at all times. But you were fed up with the slight smugness he exuded. “Do it,” you challenged him.

Before you could even register he was doing so, he pulled his blaster from its holster. With a firm grip and confident aim, his blaster bolt hit dead center into the tree stump. Just as quickly as he pulled it out, he re-holstered his blaster and looked at you. 

His incoming responses went through your mind, “It’s because I don’t suck,” “Don’t even bother,” “Why’d you buy a blaster in the first place?”

“Just try again,” his helmet gritted and the black T shook from side to side, “I’ve just been doing this longer than you have. It takes practice.”

Without thinking, you responded, “And what is ‘this’?” The Mandalorian gave you a stare—not like it wasn’t always a stare—but his helmet didn’t move a bit, unlike the usual tilts and shakes you had been getting. 

“If by ‘this’ you mean shooting, then I’ve been shooting since I could hold a blaster. If you mean my profession, my occupation has required shooting since I’ve been an adult,” his voice stated, sounding like churning gravel.

Both of your eyebrows lifted and your eyes widened. You tried to hide it, but you probably failed. Only a few professions in the galaxy required shooting all of the time.

“So you’re a bounty hunter?” You asked with confusion, your mouth semi-dry.

Mando nodded, “Yes, now try again,” he pointed towards the stump.

‘Okay cool, we’re just going to gloss over that one?’, you thought. Instead of voicing your inner monologue, you raised the blaster once more. The metal lined up with the notch and you squeezed the trigger. Your shot landed half a meter above Mando’s. It was far from his shot, but much closer than your previous one.

“Better. But you flinched,” Mando critiqued. His gloved hands rested on his hips and his visor bored into you. 

Trying again, the notch lined up with the metal as you peered down the barrel. Instead of holding your aim and then getting ready to fire, you fired as soon as your barrel lined up with the center of the stump. Energy left the end of the blaster and shot into the decaying wood. It landed about fifteen centimeters above Mando’s.

You heard crunching on the ground as the Mandalorian walked towards you. Lowering your blaster, you pointed the barrel at the ground. Maker, if he showed you how to hold the blaster again, you were going to lose it. Once he reached you, he stood in front of you, hands clasped in front of his belt buckle.

The helmet crackled to life, “Good job. Those were better than my first shots,” he stated plainly, then turned, “Let’s get going.” Before waiting for your response, he continued on into the dense forest.

—

The section of the forest you just entered was darker than any other area the pair of you had been in previously. Light barely made its way down from the forest canopy. Shade-loving plants bathed in the lack of light. Small rodents scampered from shrub to shrub, picking the fruits off of their stems. Scuttles were heard in all directions, creating a chorus of sounds influenced by food-web interactions. 

Mando decided to lead the way. His helmet remained on a swivel as he constantly scanned the area. You had been this way before and knew there was nothing harmful, it was just dark and ‘scary’.

Then the scuttles stopped. And in response, Mando stopped. Which made you run right into the back of him. “Ufff!” You let out as your chest collided with his back. Rough, black fabric scratched against your face. It smelled like wood and musk, but in a good way. Did he usually smell like that or was it just the forest?

You pushed yourself off of him and stayed behind. Mando held a hand out to his side in a, ‘stay behind me’, signal. Everything froze, and left you freezing with it.

Then you felt it.

The ground shook softly. A steady rhythm of shakes became increasingly more intense. Trees sensed the waves too, as their leaves rattled above. You looked downwards and noticed that Mando retrieved his blaster from its holster. His stare was locked forwards. Almost as if he was looking beyond the dense foliage into the distance.

Dun. Dun. DUN.

Each shake caused your feet to vibrate in your boots. And then they stopped. In front of you, the large silhouette of a creature made its way through the foliage and towards you both. You squinted into the darkness in an attempt to identify the creature.

And Mando fired his blaster.

[meowdom]

the doozerville server o7my pov and some funny screenshots from chat with foosh and with clown

ive spent the last 4 days playing minecraft on the doozervile server (with some damage to my irl responsibilities but u kno......)

ive just grinded for gear and potions

I gave pili the netherite sword called GLIP GLORP HURRAY and he had it with him until he logged off today <3 i also gave him and other heroes potions like speed fire res strengh etc. later there was made an auto brewer but i enjoyed being hands on on my production. i constantly gathered gunpowder to make all of the splash

first day i spend too much time brewing i was too late to an actual fight with clown vs the whole ass server LOL but i did find his latest tunnel and got deepslate that was mined by him, what a shame nobody bought it om

when i got my fullly enchanted fully trimmed beautiful netherite armour I lost it in a fight with terrorists like an hour later LMAO. was trying to fend off the villager trading hall when terrorists first showed up at it and killed villagers on the first layer.

next day i grinded for fully and even better enchanted armour and again lost it in fight for villager hall.

I still miss my netherite with flow and bolt white trims armour

I am NOT a pvper but most of what i did on the server was about getting it together for fighting back. good armour, good sword, ender pearls, potions, etc. losing all of it in a minute o7 shout out to my insta harm 2 potions that i have no idea whether or not they were even good because nobody else uses them and people dont usually use those in min maxed pvp. im so bad at pvp but this server def inspired me more for learning... got killed by clown ferre and other terrorist

no thoughts in their heads btw --->

hang out with a good fwiend, saw a lot of tankies and even though they prob didnt recognise me cuz my twitch name and mc name are different it was still fun :D

in the end today i just had basic diamond armor and a bunch of blocks and the moment i spawned on the end island i bolted in one direction with the thought of finding other islands and potentially end city while others fought. thought about making the flying machine, but with the constant lag on the sever it was too risky. kinda regret not even seeing the dragon but i did finish the bridge to an island. decided to chill at spawn instead of looking for elytra tho lol

got a screenie with the dude too :3

the only thing i build on this server is an armadillo xp farm (that i used SO sparingly in fear of lagging the server even more (today they deleted armadillos while i was using it so ig i shouldnt do it again)) (i will still try, sorry mayors) and a tomb over the farm

all in all im still afk in a skeleton xp farm as im writing this and im gonna hang out on the server tomorrow too. as its gonna be the last day i'll just wear my third set of netherite trimmed armour and hang out. maybe build a little thing.

its honestly so fun, ive been looking for a server to play on for so long and this scractched the itch so good (im hyperfixated and it affected my work and my health and thats crazy but i try not to be too harsh on myself for that jaja

doozerville is so unique in the way its limited in players (makes griefers and just bad dudes rarer than could be on open servers) and in that foolish just wanted to see hi "ant-farm" get destroyed by clown and co because he's a reactor and a god. but most of all doozerville is unique in fact its a server FULL of builders. from the moment the server opened people started spreading their marks in different directions with their builds. its so impressive how each day there was another little plot of land occupying spawner within 500 blocks. i have a map mod and when u look at it its SO impressive/ SO SO COOL! the border is just 2k blocks so most of people had at least a little something of their own, or always had place at public places like the bridge or the hall or anything else.

im not a builder but the energy on the server is so inspiring, maybe gonna build something after all

isnt it so funny how doozers just wanted to chill and build but we had a constant threat of terrorist clown over our heads? 150 builders vs clownpierce sounds insane and like a made up yt video, it isnt tho. cant wait to watch it and listen to clown&co call us stupid for everything we did wrong withing context of defending om

SO happy tubbo and foolish just randomly decided to open a server for community out of nowhere. this woudlnt be possible without play.hosting and tubbo's pasion for everything mc servers. CANNOT WAIT for the plans foolish has about doing another mc server, wether that be some kind of civilization gimmick or something else.