#landslides and its types

[rajeevskg]

Why Do Landslides and Flooding Occur So Frequently in Hilly Areas?

The monsoon season in the hills will begin in 2023. As everyone is aware, many natural calamities occur in northern India. We all know why this happens every year in the hills as the monsoon season begins. Because of a combination of geological and environmental causes, floods and landslides are widespread in hilly places. The following are the most prominent reasons why hilly terrain are more…

[p0orbaby]

Hang Me Up To Dry

summary: you hate leah, until you don’t

warnings: SMUT 18+, public sex, enemies to lovers

a/n: your request served hot and fresh

word count: 1.1k

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You don’t even know how you got here. By “here,” you mean pressed up against a sticky wall in a toilet cubicle that smells like bleach and broken dreams, with Leah Williamson of all people practically plastered against you. You’d laugh at the absurdity of it all if you weren’t too busy trying not to melt into a puddle right here on the grimy floor. God knows what’s touched these tiles. Not that Leah seems to care, but Leah’s the type to forget that people exist below her eye level, anyway.

And to think, just an hour ago, you were arguing over some nonsense at the bar. Something about who was better at football—an argument so ridiculous it could’ve only been fueled by pints and pettiness. Leah, who practically floats above mere mortals in every sense of the word, was mocking you, a smirk playing at her lips. You’d retorted with something biting, you’re sure of it, but the details are blurry around the edges. There were probably middle fingers involved. Both of you are professionals at this—trading insults like it’s a sport, one you’ve both been playing for years.

And now, well, now she’s using that very same mouth—sharp and smirking and smug—to press messy kisses down your neck while her hands roam up under your shirt. You wish you could say it’s the booze that got you into this mess, but if you’re honest, it’s probably more the fact that underneath all that mutual disdain, you’ve both been wanting this for a long time. You’d just never admit it in the cold light of day. So it’s taken a bit of sambuca-induced recklessness for the truth to rear its horny head.

Her lips find the spot just below your ear, and you gasp because you’re pretty sure this is supposed to be about one-upping each other, not about how good it feels when she bites down, teeth sinking into sensitive flesh. Not about how her knee slips between your thighs like it belongs there.

“Still think you’re better than me?” she mutters against your skin, breath hot and ticklish. There’s that competitive streak—some things never change, even when she’s got you pressed against a toilet in some bar that’s about three years overdue for a health inspection.

“Better at what?” you manage to say, though it comes out more like a breathless gasp. Because, seriously, what are you even talking about anymore? Football? Insults? Definitely not bar toilets, because Leah’s winning that one by a landslide right now.

She laughs, and it vibrates through you, straight down to the point where her thigh is pressed against your core. “Everything”

You roll your eyes, or you would if they weren’t already half-lidded with a combination of alcohol and arousal. “Keep telling yourself that”

Her hands are everywhere at once—tugging at the hem of your top, sliding over your hips, slipping under the waistband of your jeans. And despite the location, the situation, the everything, you can’t bring yourself to care. In fact, you’re pretty sure if Leah doesn’t do something soon, you might actually lose what’s left of your mind. But you’re not about to tell her that.

No, you’ve still got some semblance of dignity left. You’re hanging on to it with both hands, gripping it as tightly as you’re now gripping Leah’s shoulders when she slides her hand between your legs and presses down just right. The sound you make is somewhere between a groan and a curse, and Leah smirks against your neck.

“Tell me I’m better,” she whispers, fingers moving in a way that makes it very difficult to form coherent thoughts, let alone words.

You bite back the noise threatening to escape and manage a weak, “Not a chance”

“Stubborn,” she mutters, and then her hand is in your underwear, and that’s it—game over. She’s got you, and you both know it. Her fingers slide over slick skin, teasing, testing, and you almost want to strangle her for how slow she’s going. Almost. But then she presses down, circles just right, and your head falls back against the wall with a thud.

Leah laughs again, low and almost affectionate, like she’s won some sort of game that only she was playing. “Thought so”

“Shut up,” you manage to gasp out, and it’s the last coherent thing you say because Leah’s fingers find a rhythm that has you forgetting how to speak altogether. She’s still smirking against your neck, probably thinking about how she’s got you right where she wants you, how she’s the one in control.

And sure, you’ll let her think that. For now. Because when she slides two fingers inside you, curling them just so, and you feel the heat coiling tight in your belly, you’re pretty sure she deserves to feel like she’s on top. Quite literally, as it turns out.

The orgasm builds slow, too slow, and Leah’s dragging it out on purpose. You know she is. She’s enjoying this way too much, the way you’re practically writhing against her, the way your breath is coming in short, desperate gasps. She’s got that competitive streak a mile wide, and this is just another game to her.

But when she finally, finally gives you what you need—when her fingers speed up, when her thumb presses right, there, and when she bites down on your neck again—that’s when you break. That’s when you shatter, clinging to her like she’s the only thing keeping you upright in this filthy, disgusting toilet.

It’s a long moment before you can breathe again, and even longer before you can speak. Leah’s still pressed against you, fingers still inside you, and she’s got that look on her face—smug, self-satisfied, like she’s just won the World Cup.

You manage to open your mouth, though your voice is rough and shaky. “Still a shit footballer,” you say, because you’re nothing if not consistent.

She laughs, a real one this time, not the sharp, biting one she usually throws your way. “Better than you, though”

You don’t bother arguing. Not because she’s right, but because you’re too busy trying to remember how to stand on your own two feet. Also because you’re half-sure if you say anything else, she’ll just drag you back into that cycle of insults and arousal, and you’re not sure you can survive another round.

So you settle for a weak, “Shut up,” and Leah grins like she’s just won the lottery.

“Let’s get out of here,” she says, pulling her hand out of your jeans and wiping it on the back of your shirt like the classy lady she is. “Before the smell of this place kills what’s left of my brain cells”

You snort, pushing her away as you straighten your clothes. “Too late for that”

But you follow her out of the cubicle anyway, because despite everything—despite the insults, the competition, the utter ridiculousness of the situation—you can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, there’s something to this whole enemies-to-lovers cliché. Or at the very least, enemies-to-shagging-in-gross-bathrooms.

[typhlonectes]

GOOD NEWS:

Enduring the Earthquake: Rediscovery of the Critically Endangered Mesilau Stream Toad, Ansonia guibei Inger, 1966 (Anura, Bufonidae) and its conservation implications

EVAN S.H. QUAH, PAUL YAMBUN IMBUN, SZE HUEI YEK

Abstract

The Mesilau Stream Toad (Ansonia guibei) is a species of bufonid endemic to Sabah, Borneo, and restricted to a single mountainous location above 1600m in elevation. The species is only known from the type locality, the Mesilau watershed on Mount Kinabalu. An earthquake in 2015 resulted in massive landslides, causing extensive damage to the species’ habitat at Mesilau. This event was expected to have caused significant population declines of at least 80% or even the potential extinction of the species. A survey in 2017 at Mesilau failed to locate any individuals, which resulted in it being listed as Critically Endangered by the IUCN. Surveys in late 2023 to reassess the status of the species and its habitat resulted in the rediscovery of a single subadult specimen of A. guibei. Tadpoles of the species were recorded in the main Mesilau River and one additional tributary, which indicates the species survives and is breeding. Studies are ongoing to collect more ecological data on the species and determine its current distribution. The data gathered will be used to construct a robust conservation plan for the species. Nevertheless, these preliminary observations bode well for the future of the species as it demonstrates that it is resilient and capable of recovering from the damages caused by the earthquake.

Read the paper here:

Enduring the Earthquake: Rediscovery of the Critically Endangered Mesilau Stream Toad, Ansonia guibei Inger, 1966 (Anura, Bufonidae) and its conservation implications | Zootaxa (mapress.com)

[literaryvein-reblogs]

hii I love your stuff can you make writing notes about volcanoes I wanted to write abt them for my writing project and I'm having a hard time on in thx ^^

Writing Notes: Volcanoes

Volcano - vent in the crust of Earth or another planet or satellite, from which issue eruptions of molten rock, hot rock fragments, and hot gases.

Volcanoes are Earth's geologic architects.

They've created more than 80 percent of our planet's surface, laying the foundation that has allowed life to thrive.

Their explosive force crafts mountains as well as craters.

Lava rivers spread into bleak landscapes.

But as time ticks by, the elements break down these volcanic rocks, liberating nutrients from their stony prisons and creating remarkably fertile soils that have allowed civilizations to flourish.

Some 75% of the world's active volcanoes are positioned around the ring of fire.

It is a 25,000-mile long, horseshoe-shaped zone that stretches from the southern tip of South America across the West Coast of North America, through the Bering Sea to Japan, and on to New Zealand.

This region is where the edges of the Pacific and Nazca plates butt up against an array of other tectonic plates.

Importantly, however, the volcanoes of the ring aren't geologically connected.

In other words, a volcanic eruption in Indonesia is not related to one in Alaska, and it could not stir the infamous Yellowstone supervolcano.

Active – volcanoes known to have erupted during historical times. (Total Number = 529)

Dormant – volcanoes that have not erupted during historical times, but will probably erupt again. (Total Number = 1,340)

Extinct – volcanoes that are unlikely to erupt again.

The 3 Classic Types of Volcanoes

TYPE — SIZE — LIFESPAN

Cinder Cone — Small (<1,000 ft; 330 m tall) — Short (single eruption of a few months)

Composite Volcano — Large (usually between 6,500 and 20,000 ft; 2,000-3,000 m tall) — Long (hundreds of thousands of years)

Shield Volcano — Very large (up to a maximum of 33,000 ft; 10,000 m tall) — Very long (up to a million years or longer)

Different shapes of volcanoes have different kinds of eruptions.

The most explosive eruptions come from stratovolcanoes, like the Augustine Volcano in Alaska. When they erupt, stratovolcanoes blow huge columns of gas and ash into the air that can collapse in hot, fast-moving clouds called pyroclastic flows.

A shield volcano, like Mauna Kea in Hawaii, has gentle slopes formed by oozing, runny lava. The magma is low in silica and low in gas, so it doesn’t erupt explosively.

A lava dome, like the one of Chaitén Volcano in Chile, forms when thick lava oozes from a vent, piles up, and cools into a steep mound. The lava is thick because it’s high in silica, and it oozes instead of explodes because it’s low in gas. Sometimes lava domes form after explosive eruptions.

A cinder cone volcano, like Tavurvur in Papua New Guinea, forms when erupted fragments harden and fall to the ground, accumulating around the vent in a cone shape. The lava is low in silica, so the lava is runny. High gas levels make for the explosive eruptions that send it flying. Cinder cones typically form at the beginning of eruptions, and lava flow follows.

Olympus Mons - a giant shield volcano on Mars. It is believed to be the largest volcano in the solar system. The entire island of Hawaii would fit in its caldera.

In more-detailed classification schemes based on character of eruption, volcanic activity and volcanic areas are commonly divided into 6 major types, shown schematically in the diagram. They are listed as follows in order of increasing degree of explosiveness:

Icelandic

Hawaiian

Strombolian

Vulcanian

Pelean

Plinian

There are different types of volcanic eruptive events, including:

pyroclastic explosions, with is fast-moving hot gas and volcanic matter

hot ash releases

lava flows

gas emissions

glowing avalanches, when gas and ashes release.

Volcanic eruptions can also cause secondary events, such as floods, landslides and mudslides, if there are accompanying rain, snow or melting ice.

Hot ashes can also start wildfires.

Volcanic eruptions can impact climate change through emitting volcanic gases like sulfur dioxide, which causes global cooling, and volcanic carbon dioxide, which has the potential to promote global warming.

Features and Erupted Material

Viscosity: The resistance of a material (usually a fluid) to flow. Example of comparison would be the higher resistance to flow of cake batter compared to water.

Lava Flow: Lava flow is thin at the top of the cone, while lava pooled at the base is very thick. When eruptions end, erosion processes start on the cooled lava, including glacier erosion, flowing water, rockfall, and landslides. The volcano will only grow in size if the amount/volume of lava erupted is more than the amount that is lost to erosion.

Volcanic Gases: Most gases originate in the mantle and are transported to the crust and surface by complex interactions with magma and rocks along the way. In general, gases are dissolved in the magma. At shallow depths, as pressure on the magma decreases, gases leave the magma. The gases can interact with surrounding rocks or continue to the surface. The most common volcanic gases are: Water Vapor (H2O), Carbon Dioxide (CO2), and Sulfur Dioxide (SO2). Gases can be both dissolved in the magma chamber and also emitted from volcanoes at the surface. It’s the dissolved gases cause volcanoes to erupt.

A magma chamber contains high pressure and dissolved gases.

The density contrast between the magma and the surrounding rock causes more buoyant magma to rise. As the magma rises, the dissolved gases start to come out of the liquid and form bubbles.

As the bubbles grow and increase in volume, it causes the magma to became more buoyant and ascend closer to the surface, allowing the overlying pressure to decrease and produce magmatic foam.

When the pressure in the bubbles is greater than the pressure of the overlying rock, then the chamber will burst causing a volcanic eruption.

The viscosity, temperature and composition of the magma determine whether the explosion is explosive or effusive.

More Features and Erupted Material

Silica: Influences lava viscosity and overall shape of the volcano. Silica molecules form a strong bond that permits entrapment of volcanic gases and promotes explosive volcanic eruptions. Low-silican magmas allow rapid escape of gases and low-explosivity eruptions. Other factors that control magma viscosity include the temperature, gas, water content and the amount of crystals in the magma.

Color: Color and texture of lava vary considerably depending on cooling conditions. Lava rocks at high temperatures appear red to orange in color but cool quickly to shades of red (due to oxidation) and gray.

Sound: Witnesses of slow-moving, partially cooled lava flows report sounds similar to breaking of glass and pottery, caused by the splintering of the cooled outer skin of the lava flow. In contrast, the passing of a pyroclastic flow is eerily quiet. Some people say this is because its sound energy is absorbed within the billowing ash cloud.

Smell: Observers of lava flows report a slight sulfur smell in the air and the odor of burning vegetation.

Texture: Lava at Mount Rainier is not as fluid as lava at the volcanoes on Hawai'i, where lava flows sometimes resemble hot molasses, nor is it as viscous as lava at Mount St. Helens.

Tephra: Fragmental material produced by a volcanic eruption regardless of composition, fragment size or emplacement mechanism. Also referred to as pyroclasms (airborne), and pyroclastic flows (on ground) and rocks. Tephra can stay in the stratosphere for days to weeks following an eruption. It can also reflect light and heat from the sun back into the atmosphere. Tephra mixed with precipitation can also be acidic and cause acidic rain and snowfall. Tephra is made up of ash (fragments of pulverized rock, minerals and volcanic glass), volcanic blocks (a mass of molten rock), and lapilli (little broken up pieces of molten or semi-molten lava ejected from eruption).

Other Types of Volcanic Rock

If a rhyolite lava flow cools quickly, it can quickly freeze into a black glassy substance called obsidian. When filled with bubbles of gas, and usually with explosive eruptions, the same lava will form pumice. If the same lave is allowed to cool slowly…it will form a light-colored, uniformly solid rock called rhyolite.

Pumice most commonly forms with rhyolite lava flows, though it has formed from dacite and andacite. flows as well. It is so lightweight, it will float on water.

Obsidian has been used for centuries in many countries for things such as weapons and art.

The shape and size of a volcano are controlled by several factors

The volume of volcanic products

The interval length between eruptions

The composition of volcanic products

The variety of volcanic eruption types

The geometry of the vent

The environment into which the volcanic products are erupted

Overall, 44 volcanoes were in continuing eruption status as of 23 December 2024.

An eruption marked as "continuing" does not always mean persistent daily activity, but indicates at least intermittent eruptive events without a break of 3 months or more.

There are typically 40-50 continuing eruptions, and out of those generally around 20 will be actively erupting on any particular day (though detailed statistics on daily activity is not usually kept).

Health concerns after a volcanic eruption include:

Infectious disease

Respiratory illness

Burns

Injuries from falls

Vehicle accidents related to the slippery, hazy conditions caused by ash

When warnings are heeded, the chances of adverse health effects from a volcanic eruption are very low.

Volcanic Ash. Exposure to ash can be harmful. Ash is gritty, abrasive, sometimes corrosive, and always unpleasant. Small ash particles can abrade (scratch) the front of the eye. Ash particles may contain crystalline silica, a material that causes a respiratory disease called silicosis.

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Thanks so much! Do go through the links above for more details I wasn't able to include here. Hope this helps with your writing :)

[izunaposting]

hikaku is pissing me off bad today. so, as you know, as clan heir to the eminent position of head uchiha, i am filled to the brim with talent and skill and chakra which means i can make fire dragon no jutsu. i know you're jealous and if you're not you should be because it's f***ing bad ass. and because i am kind and genteel to the future generations i was showing off a smaller version of my fire dragon, which is definitely a flex, i can create at least two types of dragons, and so i told these kids that what makes our clan great is that most of us have this potential especially if you harbor a dragon's soul, like me, unlike a CERTAIN clan (senju) and then hikaku has to open his big mouth and remind me that tobirama also has the ability to create an elemental dragon.

so the reasons wrong with this

1. tobirama doesn't have a dragon's soul, he has a dung beetle for a heart and shit for soul and i hate him

2. i'm trying to bring in future generations into the fold and you're INTERRUPTING my TRAINING SESSION, you asshole

3. shut up!

4. it's a water dragon, which is stupid because anyone can make a water dragon. i can make one in my bathtub. ohhh, but water can flood towns and rend crops to waste and cause landslides. um, maybe run away from the mud, first of all, and a water dragon is all about life and stuff, whatever, while a freaking bad ass fire dragonn kills everything in its

path

but hikaku still is going on about how the wielder of a proper dragon jutsu must share some form kindred elemental spirit which is DISGUSTING to imply that i'm in any f***ing way similar to f***ing tobirama senju or even WORSE his stupid tree of a brother (for i refuse to recognize his elected position) who i only give credit for being able to have wood AND fire dragons which make a f***ing awesome funeral pyre, and hikaku just said, so you are complimenting hokage-sama?

SHOULD I KILL THIS MAN WITH THE HILT OF MY SWORD?!

[nnovus]

𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ━━ S.TODOROKI X READER

SYNOPSIS… In which, Shoto Todoroki youngest son of pro hero Endeavour is forced into an arranged marriage with the daughter of Pro hero/ clan leader, Tajima Uchiha.

INFO… Todorokixreader , ShotoTodoroki x sasuke/madarareader, mhaxnaruto, crossover, OC!!reader, OP!Reader, arranged marriage, slightly angst, character development, uchihaclan, readers looks and personality are based off madara/sasuke uchiha.

OTHER…likes and reblogs are appreciated

MASTERLIST

The warp gate swallowed her whole as she found herself in an entirely new area. — Her head was ringing as it seemed to be side effect from the warp quirk.

She fell onto her knees as she looked around noticing she seemed to be in the landslide zone of the USJ training facility.

“Woah, I wasn’t expecting them to send me a woman to kill.” A masculine flirtatious voice was heard coming from a large distance behind the Uchiha.

She sat on her knees ignoring the person who seemed to be behind her. The ground seemed to be made out of dirt and sand which was quite an advantage to her.

She sat still while her finger tips pressed onto her forehead trying to ease her the pain of her headache.

“Hey, Hey!! Don’t ignore me!!” The voice called out as she didn’t bother to turn to face it. Although it was quite obvious that the man seemed to be another villain.

Y/N rolled her eyes as she stared at a piece of shattered glass standing in the sand which allowed her to catch a glimpse of the man’s reflection.

He had slanted blue eyes with thick black eyeliner under them along with that he had long golden-blond hair which he wore drawn into a half ponytail with the rest hanging down freely.

The bang hanging over his left eye is what concealed his eye scope signifying that he was a long-range fighter

He wore a V-neck, sleeveless, midriff shirt along with pants, stirrups, and traditional japanese sandals. He also wore a utility belt with two bags on either side.

“Keep it down would you, I have a damn headache.” She angrily argued as her eyes shut tight. His veins popped as he heard the women disrespect him so easily.

As she slowly opened her eyes she saw in the glass reflection, a large type of clay insect crawl out of the man’s utility belt bags.

It was obvious to her that it had something to do with his quirk so it was easy for her to encounter it. As the clay animal had gotten closer her eyes widened as it had now exploded.

“BAAM!!” He yelled. His manically smile in full effect. Certain he had gotten her with the explosion as black smoke covered where she sat.

His eyes widened to see the smoke clear up as the remained there completely untouched.

She had turned her head lowering it as her chin touched her shoulder. Her side continued to face male. As the male had now noticed her bright red eyes.

His sweat dropped, and his teeth gritted as he made eye contact with her furious sharingan eyes. He noticed she seemed more pale than when he had first seen her. Was she getting sick or something?

She kept her usual hairstyle that was down with shoulder-length bangs framing the sides of her face covering most of right eye.

Her hero costume consisted of dark blue pants, over which hangs a blue cloth that covers her from her stomach to her knees and which she secures with a purple rope belt

She complements this with a white long-sleeved shirt kept open at the torso as her chest was covered with bandages. Although it didn’t take any away from her femininity. She also wore black arm guards that cover both of her forearms.

She seemed to keep her sword held in its black scabbard that was placed behind her being held by the purple rope belt. It was a larger size than a normal chokutō.

Getting up from her knees, she was quick to grab her sword and rush towards the blonde male. He was shocked at her speed as she seemed like practically teleported.

He jumped back just in time dodging the swing of her blade, landing back onto a half demolished house of the landslide arena.

He was quick to decide his next move as he shoved his hands in both pockets of his utility belt pulling out multiple of the same clay insects, as he threw them towards her.

He watched as she seemed to be gathering lighting in her hand, piercing every single one of the clay insects that came her way.

His heart skipped a beat seeing as Y/N was no longer in his field of vision, now hastily looking around trying to find where she was coming.

He felt a presence creep from behind him assuming it was Y/N he used the clay insect and threw it behind him jumping down from the building before activating the explosion. 

Sliding down from the building he seemed to be clearly frustrated not expecting this to go the way it currently was.

Watching the girl also fall down from the building not seeming to have any damage shown on her psychically.

He stared at her face to face taking notice of her prominent creases that had become more obvious. Another thing was the sclera of her eye had turned a light red making her look pale and weak.

Is she tired? Perhaps sick?Was it a drawback of her sharingan? No it’s definitely the first time he had seen such a thing occur.

“hmph your certainly quick on your feet, I think I’ll play with you for a bit.” The golden-blonde villain teased acting cocky as if he wasn’t struggling just a while ago.

“Another word, and I’m going to kill you and ship your corpse back to that league of bastards.” She threatened her voice clearly in a tone of extreme anger and pain.

She watched as the male had lifted both his hands allowing her to see a mouth on both of his palms. As the mouths from his palm began to vomit out liquidly clay.

It didn’t take long for the liquidly clay to form into two weird shaped human beasts. Though Y/N could tell from the way the beasts launched at her. They weren’t very strong.

“What a joke.” She muttered using her sword to slice through the first clay beast that ran towards as it tried to punch her.

Letting go of the sword and then using her combat skills to take down the other. With the first beast already taken down and melted back into its primary form.

The Uchiha raised her eyebrows to see that smaller clay beasts were formed each time they were cut.

Using her Sharigsn she was able to see from the wielder that his quirk flow only stops when the clay detonates and explodes.

Using that knowledge to her advantage then spread herself to run around the landslide training facility as the smaller beasts she had cut down began to chase after her exploding each time they had gotten close.

She had now put some distance between her and the cocky villain as she was out of his sight meaning he can only guess if she had been defeated by the size of the explosions.

“How’s that..” The villain laughed until he had realised the Uchiha had substituted herself with a tree brunch as her real body stood in front of him once again.

“Substitution huh, well you’re clearly very skilled.” He complimented shoving his hands in his pockets once again fishing for clay.

“Well then..” He added clearly having something up his sleeve that she wouldn’t anticipate.

The villain placed his hands together before an explosion was fired in the exact spot the villain stood.

As smoke cleared up, Y/N could see her enemy stood on top a massive clay dragon he seemed to have summoned with that past explosion.

She twitched her eyes to see the dragon open his mouth as clay bombs come crawling out scattering themselves as they hurried themselves underneath to make a Landmine.

It wasn’t long before the clay dragon began to blast itself off into the sky as it began flying above her in circles not wanting to touch the ground.

“Answer me this, can that giant thing be an explosive aswell?” She asked but in all seriousness she knew she wouldn’t get an answer.

“Like I’ll tell you..” He said as his cocky tone only made the Uchiha get more annoyed.

She had picked her sword up when she had seen the male put his hands together one more time watching the dragon open his mouth to launch a miniature beast flying her way.

The miniature beast was faster than the others but when it had reached her it gave a weaker explosion she had gotten caught in.

Using her arms to cover her face as she slightly got blown away with the explosion. To counter she stabbed her sword into the ground to give stability.

As the explosion cleared up she grabbed her sword and threw 15ft in front of her, where she assumed the land mines would be.

In truth the blonde had no idea what she was doing until she had disappeared from his sight once again only for then to be seen standing on the Pommel of her sword.

He couldn’t deny her speed and flexibility were something else, the best his ever seen if his being honest.

His veins popped to see that she had gathering lightning and infused it with her sword that was through the ground to disable the land mines.

He watched her use the lighting that surrounded her hand and shaping the lighting into a long blade emanating from her arm.

Lifting her hand he watched Y/N pierce through the clay dragon wings while still staying at a distance.

“What the hell-” He whispered to himself, frustrated as his clay dragon began to fall down unable to fly anymore.

…

She was too quick for him. His lips now trembled as a string of blood left his mouth running down onto his chin. Heavy breathing left the villains mouth.

Right now Y/N stood an inch away of him as all five of her fingertips pressed onto the males chest. As the clay dragon that had fallen, laid behind them paralysed.

His eyes twitched as he realised she had infused lightning energy(chakra) into his body making him unable to move. He collapsed onto his knees. Head hitting the ground as his body remained in agony.

He was still conscious though it seems he was unable to move. His eyes refused to leave the Uchiha that stood in front of him staring him down as she looked mesmerising.

As the natural light hit her face allowing her to sharingan glow as he saw his own reflection in her eyes.

“It’s beautiful..this..” He weakly whispered as the girl only stood staring at him.

“This is art.” He angrily continued as it was hard to listen to the male as words struggled to come out his mouth.

A hard kick by the girl was connected to his face as his body practically flew hitting a demolished building across Y/N.

As he was now able to get a view of her whole figure he realised she had become frail and worn out as she seemed to take heavy pants.

“But how, how’d you figure it out.” He asked gripping and scratching the ground as it was the only type of movement he was able to do in his state

“I knew it a while back when I first activated my sharingan.” She replied as the small bits of lighting sparked around her body.

“When facing the sharingan you really oughta make ur movements out of the line of sight because no matter how fast you are. These eyes can read them.” She said as each word that left her mouth made the blonde angrier.

“Explosions use earth style, while I use chidori which is lighting style, you do the math. Earth style is vulnerable to lightning.” A frail cocky smirk appearing on her face.

“These eyes see’s quirk energy as colours, so when I looked at you I saw that your body had the same energy in those bombs.”

“I didn’t understand it right away, but when I touched you with lightning I finally understood it.”

“You’re a walking bomb aren’t you?? Your body is made out of the same stuff as those clay insects, so lighting should be able to restrict your movement for a while.” She said and guessing by him gripping onto the floor harder she seemed to be correct.

Suddenly she felt a painful tension occur on Uchiha’s as a terrible soft outcry was heard leaving her mouth.

As her eye pain only worsen she lowered her head, placing her palms on top of her eyes, coloured nails only digging deeper into her forehead.

It took no longer than a second before she collapsed onto her knees, her chest inches away from the ground as she used her elbows for support.

Her head spinning. Each thought felt heavier than the last, a wave of nausea completely taking over her.

A gag escaped her lips, and before she could brace herself, she was hunched over, the contents of her stomach erupting onto the floor with a force that left her gasping.

“You sure can’t talk tough, you’re on your last legs too. You’re not any better than me.” He snickered wanting a reaction out of the girl.

His face flushed. He was furious. He hated how the girl managed to stay calm no matter what was said. Did she not take him seriously or something?

“How are you still calm, shouldn’t you be worried just a little? THAT IS WHAT ANNOYS ME THE MOST!! YOU THINK YOUR JUST SO COOL!!” He raised his voice. Rage taking over his mind.

He reminding Y/N of Bakugou, as they were both short tempered with powers involving explosions.

“Those eyes! Those over confident eyes make me so sick. Your eyes judging me and my art, I’ll never forgive them for that.” He continued as it was hard for the Uchiha to understand him with half her head in a blur.

“You have absolutely no respect for my art I can tell that you don’t I can never forgive those eyes that just ignore my art.” He was gasping for air as the yelling tired him out even more.

“I couldn’t care less about all that.” Y/N calmly replied lifting her head to make eye contact with him. It was true that after vomiting the pain did seem to ease.

Her eyes widened as the same warp gate from earlier appeared underneath where the villain laid as the warp started to cover his body.

“That’s enough, Deidara..” The voice from the wrap portal spoke up.

So that was the villains name. Deidara. She watched the mysterious figure use his quirk to teleport Deidara somewhere he couldn’t be reached.

It didn’t take long for both the two villains to disappear leaving the Uchiha by herself… She slowly got up as her balance was slightly loose.

She turned her head as she felt a sudden change in temperature. Considering she was inside the USJ facility it was expected to be hot.

Which made it clear, as the air became colder. Todoroki must be near by…

[justslightlymental]

Hazard X Reader - Can't live without ya

Hi hi hi hihi This was the request from anon for Hazard X Reader where reader got hurt and hazard goes into rage yada yada. (sorry) I had a bit trouble thinking of a good enough thing where this could happen so i just decided to rewrite based on the Hazard Hero Trailer, hope ya dont mind anon! <3 Its a short one!!! (again sorry) :,D TW: A bit detailed gorey shit - It was supposed to be a quick mission, an easy one. Drive up, sneak in, steal the weapon and get out. Instead an alarm rang out, soldiers flooding the oasis. It was hard to see through the flashing red lights, and the smoke started to fill the room from all the gunshots. All four of them took cover between the tables or the pillars in the room, their guns drawn out and taking shots whenever possible, but they were heavily outnumbered. (Name) and BoomSlang were behind a pillar, a little bit less covered, but not in any life threatening danger. “I told you we needed extra guns, UGH!” BoomSlang cursed, taking a shot before retreating to cover again. “You really should listen to her more!” (Name) yelled out, using her (gun type) to take a shot, successfully eliminating one of the guards. Hazard waited for the canister to fill with the purple ooze from the weapon oasis had kept hidden, once the process was done he took it and immediately jumped behind the counter for cover, right next to suzy. “We can’t keep this up!” BoomSlang said again, not able to take any shots with the amount of fire they were met with. Hazard took a moment to think, his gaze landing on the container filled with the purple ooze, his eyes sharpened. Anyone who knew him would immediately know what he was thinking. An explosion shattered the glass next to Suzy who then noticed his gaze. “You can’t! s’too unstable! We don’t know what it might do to you!” Suzy tried to tell him. (Name) picked up on the distressing voice of her friend, she stared at their interaction, her eyes widening. Oh no no no, she couldn’t let him do that! What if he completely lost his mind, started attacking them all, or what if the ooze just destroyed him from the inside out. The negatives weighted out the positives by a landslide. She did not want to lose the one who cared for most, her other half. “Hazard no! You can’t! Please, for once listen to your friends!” She yelled, afraid. “What do I always say, Suzy n (Name)?” Hazard asked with a slight smirk, not hearing (Name). “If you’re in it with me…” Suzy began, becoming more convinced by the moment. “You’re in it for life.” Hazard ended the sentence.

“No no no! Suzy do not inject his back with that ooze!” (Name) yelled, sprinting out of her cover to try and stop her, completely forgetting the ongoing fire around them. “(Name) NO!” BoomSlang yelled, panicked, trying to grasp onto the running girl, but it was too late. Hazard and Suzy both stopped what they were doing, their heads snapped towards BoomSlang's yell. Hazards eyes widening as he saw (Name) running towards them, her hand extended towards him. Time seemed to move in slow motion as the bullets barely missed her every step she took, her only concern was to get to her partner. She knew what she did was foolish, she might get hit, she might die. But she doesn’t care about any of that, she just wants to feel Hazard’s arms around her for the last time if she truly is going to do this, just in case the worst happens. Hazard extended his arm towards her, trying to snatch her to safety, away from the danger that could end her life in an instant. With just one well shot bullet…. He yelled out, Suzy did too. His heart was racing, he had never felt such fear before, not even when he almost died himself. I guess at that time he didn’t have anything important to fight for, he had no one to care for. But now… now all he wanted was to keep her safe, but how could he when she was the one putting her life on the line. Then it happened. Her pupils shrinking as a bullet swooped right through her extended hand’s shoulder. Her blood spilling into the air as she fell onto the floor, gasping for air. Her body in shock, full of adrenaline still not really registering the pain. She fell onto the floor right in front of Suzy and Hazard, BoomSlang watched in horror as she fell down, not knowing where the bullet really hit. Time stopped. He felt nothing, he could hear nothing. The only thing he saw on repeat was her getting shot, her body falling onto the floor with a loud thud, her blood staining the clean tiles under her. He could feel his body acting on its own as he turned to look at Suzy with this scary… scary look. A look he had never had before, it scared both Suzy and BoomSlang. “Do it Suzy. Now.” He said with no emotion in his voice. She reluctantly did as told, fearing he would do it himself and mess something up if she didn’t. She placed the canister on his back and the liquid oozed into his cybernetics, his head snapped upwards, his expression becoming feral almost. He let out a loud yell, spikes growing out from his back, his weapon systems maximized. He jumped from out of cover, killing every single soldier in his sight with no mercy. Impaling them with his knife, shooting their brains out. No one would leave alive…. “I’LL TEAR YA ALL DOWN!” He screamed out in anger, the place turned into a fucking massacre. The last soldier who still stood could only feel his knees give out from under him, his body shivering in fear as Hazard walked towards him. Hazard held the man from the collar of his uniform and brought him real close to his face.

“If she dies, just you know… This whole place is burnin’ down. Be glad you ain’t gon’ be here to see it.” Hazard spat at him before slashing the man in half, watching the now lifeless mutilated body smacking against the floor.

He turned around to see BoomSlang and Suzy attending to a wounded (Name). He rushed to their side, they got spooked for a moment before relaxing as they figured his rampage was over now.

“Is she alright???! Talk to me.” He demanded, taking hold of (Name)’s hand-

“She is stable, but we gotta get her back home. Her wound needs tending to. Good thing the bullet only hit her shoulder…” BoomSlang said, with a relieved smile on her face, she knew (Name) was a tough trooper to kill.

-

Back home after her wound got treated, the bullet removed and completely bandaged up she was put into her bed to rest. Didn’t take long for her to wake up with an annoying headache and this ache in her shoulder. She groaned trying to sit up but a hand stopped her. She looked up to see Hazard staring down at her with a gentle smile.

“Uhh.. What happened…” (Name) sighed, Hazard helping her sit up gently.

“You got shot tryin’ to stop Suzy from injecting me with tha’ ooze.”  Hazard explained, pointing at her shoulder.

“Oh… fuck me mate… Sorry for making you worried hun…” She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Ya, you should be sorry. I thought I’d lost ya for good, can’t live without ye bonny.” He said, holding her close to him, his face in her neck. “Oh you big baby… I’m  a tough nut to crack…” She giggled, rubbing his back in a soothing manner. “So how did the rest of the mission go, everyone got out unharmed.. except me?” (Name) asked, eager to hear if Suzy and Boom we’re okay. “Yeah, can’t say the same about those soldiers thou. Did a number on em.” Hazard laughed, extending his arm as the purple blade appeared. “Holy shit, when did you get that?!” She asked, surprised and intrigued. “That ooze really did wonders for me, good thing we got it.” He answered proudly. “That’s good thats good…” Before realization kicked in. “SHE INJECTED YOU WITH THE OOZE??!!!!!” - I fear this one sucked ass ngl i could do sm better.

[interregionalgyminspections]

A continued, but still incomplete list of places traveling trainers shouldn't visit:

Cinnabar Island of Kanto - Severity: 6/10

A thriving town used to be here, complete with its own gym, until the island's volcano suddenly became active again, and everyone had to be evacuated. People have already done entire documentaries on the incident, so I won't go into how everyone was saved. I will, however, note that Cinnabar Volcano is still active, and erupts pretty often, around every few months. As you can probably imagine, being near an active volcano is not safe in the slightest.

Far Desert of Orre - Severity: 7/10

The deserts of Orre are a harsh place, and the Far Desert is the harshest of them all. No oases, no cover, just sand as far as the eye can see. The sun will brutally boil you during the day, and the night will freeze you ice cold. It's said that some Team Snagem members hid treasure out here, but all it has led to is many people suffering from severe dehydration.

Old Victory Road of Unova - Severity: 8/10

Unova's old Victory Road had numerous safety measures to make sure that it wouldn't cause serious injury. That was until some teens set off fireworks there and caused a landslide, collapsing most of Victory Road. It's still navigatable, but the safety features have long since stopped working. It's pretty unstable, too, and you could easily get trapped by a cave-in or worse. If you want a challenge, try the current Victory Road.

Reef Maze of Alola - Severity: 9/10

Alola is one of the most dangerous regions of the world, but even more dangerous is what lurks beyond the shores. Deep underwater, there's a giant maze of coral reefs and sunken ships. Sure, there's definitely stuff to be salvaged here, but it's all too easy to become lost in the maze and find you're low on oxygen. That's not even to mention how one diver tore their scuba outfit on the coral, and, well. That's a lot of water pressure.

Deep Underground of Sinnoh - Severity: 10/10

There used to be another layer to Sinnoh's Underground, even deeper than the spelunker's playground that many of you know. Another half kilometer underground, there's the Deep Underground, and magma has slowly been creeping inside. You'd need specialized equipment for the fumes alone, to say nothing of the scorching heat. Only the most resilient of fire-types can live down here, as it's far hotter than most Pokemon can handle. And that is much, much hotter than any human can withstand.

[another-lost-mc]

obey me x pokemon au: the great mammon wants to fight!

summary: when you decide to become a pokemon trainer, a familiar face from your childhood decides he's going to help you by not helping you. or that's what he tells himself, anyway.

featuring: mammon x gn!reader

content: sfw (suggestive towards the end). follows the vibes of generation one except they're adults and, y'know, not children. "rivals" to lovers trope and so many clichés. tbh this is mostly mammon challenging reader to pokemon battles instead of talking about his feelings. wc: 1.6k+

Mammon is there when you choose your first Pokemon and he boldly declares that he's going to be your rival. Apparently, it's going to toughen you up and you should be grateful. When you admit you've never battled before, he embellishes his own track record hoping to impress you. (It doesn't.)

"Your first challenger is the Great Mammon! You better be ready to cough up that prize money!" He summons a low-level Pokemon similar to yours, but your Pokemon has a type advantage over his and it's almost a landslide victory in your favour.

He scoffs when you seem surprised by how easy that was. "You’re lucky I wasn't trying that hard. The next time we meet, I won't hold back!"

He just happens to set out for his own adventure the same time you do. At one of the junctions just outside of town, there's a very clear fork in the road: left or right. You think he's going to follow you, but when you turn right, he pointedly goes left. You wish him luck but he doesn't look back, and your mood deflates a little. It would've been nice to have company for a journey like this, but you carry on and accept it might be a long time before you see him again.

As it turns out, you cross paths with Mammon much sooner than you think.

For someone who claims to be your rival, it's weird how often you run into him. It's too convenient that Mammon shows up exactly when you need help the most. He teams up with you whenever a pair of trainers tries to gang up on you, or when you wander into an area with Pokemon far stronger than your own. Your Pokemon learn to fight in sync with his because they spend so much time together.

No matter how many times you ask, Mammon refuses your offers to officially join you. Sometimes he shows up out of the blue to challenge you to a battle. Other times he shoves a bag of supplies - usually spare Pokeballs and potions - into your arms and takes off again.

For most of your journey, Mammon's not far behind you. There are a few times he beats you to your destination. It’s a rare treat when you arrive at the next gym in time to watch him battle against its leader. He gets flustered when he realizes you're watching from the sidelines, but his Pokemon preen under your rapt attention. His team's gotten a lot stronger too.

If you're last to challenge the town's gym leader, Mammon waits for you outside and drags you into another battle. You're not sure what he's trying to prove, but you reluctantly accept his challenge and defeat him once again.

He doesn't usually have much prize money to give you when he loses. You refuse to take the small amount of gold he has in his pockets. He's your friend and you don't even want his money, but that just seems to irritate him even more. He denies loudly and vehemently that you're nothing more than his rival.

You think losing would hurt less than the sting of his rejection.

Contrary to what he says, your not-a-friend keeps traveling the same path you do. It would be cute if he wasn't being so stubborn.

Your dream of becoming a Pokemon Champion draws closer with each gym leader you defeat. You fasten the shiny new badge from the eighth and final gym leader to your jacket, but your excitement is short-lived. There's a familiar figure waiting for you on the outskirts of town, and he's wearing all eight badges too.

"Mammon, do we have to keep doing this? We've come so far. I really don't want to fight you anymore."

But he just smirks and plucks a Pokeball off his belt. "How are you gonna beat the Elite Four if you can't beat me?"

It's a close battle - the closest one yet - but you add another victory to your winning streak against him.

After the dust settles (literally), Mammon storms away. You heal your Pokemon with some potions first and you heal his too. None of the Pokemon pick up on the tension between you and Mammon. In fact, they all play together like they weren't just locked in a feverish duel a few minutes before.

You look over your shoulder and spot Mammon under the shade of a nearby tree. The scowl on his face is unwelcoming and you decide to give him his space. You assume he's stewing in the disappointment of another defeat. You could say "I told you so," but that would probably make things worse. (And you don't want to make things worse.)

Besides, even if you asked him, Mammon wouldn't be able to tell you what's wrong. He watches his Pokemon flock to you for attention and you feed them berries from your satchel. Was it the fact that you beat him every time he challenged you to a battle? He's always been a sore loser. Or was it the realization that he wasted so much time being your rival when he could've just been your friend instead?

"I wonder if you ever needed me at all," Mammon mutters to himself. His voice is too quiet for you to hear.

Eventually he returns but his mood is indiscernible and you don't know what to say. By the time you're both packed and ready to leave, the bitter expression on Mammon's face is gone. He runs his hand through his hair, glancing at you from the corner of his eye while his cheeks darken slightly.

When he's not too busy being your rival, you think that he can be very charming.

"How do ya feel about goin' up Victory Road together?" He holds his hand out to you stiffly. "Y'know, safety in numbers and all." His expression softens when you immediately place your hand in his. He laces his fingers with yours and you both pretend neither of you are smiling.

You make it through Victory Road, but the playful banter between you fades into grim anticipation when you finally reach the steps of Indigo Plateau. You both sign up to challenge the Elite Four at the reception desk before you lose your nerve and run back out the door.

There must not be any other challengers because Mammon's name is called almost immediately. He looks as panicked as you feel; there's so much left unsaid but not enough time to say anything at all. When he passes through the door without a word and it slams shut behind him, you feel like you're going to cry. Regret sits heavy in the pit of your stomach but all you can do is wait.

It feels like an eternity before they finally call your name, and Mammon still hasn’t returned.

You try to push thoughts of him away so you can concentrate on battling your opponents and their formidable Pokemon. Adrenaline surges through you and your hands tremble each time you summon a new Pokemon to your side. One by one, you come out of each battle victorious. It feels like luck rather than strength or skill that's gotten you this far because your potion supply is dwindling. Doubt clouds your mind each time one of your Pokemon is knocked out but the third member of the Elite Four finally bows to you.

The battle with Lance, the final member of the Elite Four, is absolute chaos. Your Pokemon suffer the merciless onslaught of his powerful dragon-types, the likes of which you've never seen before. Somehow your team barely manages to secure your victory, but it's still too early to celebrate.

There's one more challenger waiting for you.

When Lance accepts his defeat and moves aside, you step into the next arena to face off with the region's newest Champion.

“Yo! I was wondering how long you were gonna keep me waitin’!”

You gape at Mammon who waves to you from the Champion's podium. He looks so happy to see you that you break the stunned silence with a sigh of relief that bubbles into giddy laughter.

He tosses his first Pokeball into the air and catches it again, over and over, while his confident smirk warms into something more teasing. "C'mon babe, it's just you 'n me at the top of the world. Show the Great Mammon what you've really got!"

Both your teams fight like they've never fought before. It's a knock-down-drag-out battle that shifts back and forth between your favour and his.

When your last Pokemon is the only one remaining and the battle is won, Mammon jogs across the arena to you. He hands you a bag filled with more prize money than you know what to do with. "I owe ya from all those times before, don't I? You deserve it. Besides, I got most of it from those losers back there."

He nearly loses his balance when you throw your arms around him and give him a hug. It only takes a moment for him to wrap his arms around your waist and melt against you.

"So, Champion," he murmurs, brushing his lips against your cheek with a smile, "how about we find somewhere to grab dinner and celebrate?" 

The next morning, Mammon looks far too devilish with his messy white bedhead hair and starchy hotel sheets draped loosely across his hips. You're not sure you'll ever want to get out of bed when he looks like that, but when your tummy rumbles with hunger, you bashfully suggest getting up.

Mammon waggles his eyebrows and slides an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. His very thoughtful suggestion is staying put and eating a breakfast of champions instead.

(He holds up his hands in mock surrender after you hit him in the face with a pillow, and he agrees to go out after all - once you give him one last kiss, of course.)

read more: obey me x pokemon au masterlist | obey me masterlist

[cocoatonedcurls]

curly hair 101

hii :))

since "curls" is literally in my username, its only natural that I post about something for the curly girls :D

so why not start with a beginner's guide to curly hair :)

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in this guide

hair types/ curl patterns

wash day routine + products

regular hair care

hair styles + cuts

hair types

soo first of all i think its helpful if you get a gist of what hair type you have, e.g 2c, 3b, 4b etc...

its not mandatory and doesn't really mean anything but like it definitely aids when you're looking for haircair & inspo with hairstyles and haircuts and all that jazz 🤗 [ <- jazz hands :) ]

here's a chart to help you

obviously do some of your own research if you're unsure- this isn't very in-depth and doesn't use irl examples

also keep in mind that you can have multiple, and a wide range of types on one head LOLL like mine ranges from 2C -> 3C 🫣

(PS: this guide will be tailored to type 2 -> 3 hair just because that's what I have experience with and don't want to potentially ruin anyone's type 4 hair 😭 but if aspects of this apply then feel free to apply them 😇)

wash day routine + products

alrighty so i see some overcomplication/people being scared of curly hair washing- like looking at porosity and whatnot but IMO its really not that difficult

the only thing you really need to worry about for the washing aspect is getting moisturising (curly recommended) shampoo & conditioner, just cause if you don't it could dry out your hair and have a pretty dodgy finished product 😬 (I use Umberto Giannini for this)

washing is pretty standard:

wet your hair thoroughly, so that no part is dry

shampoo round 1, make sure to scrub thoroughly to get rid of any dirt and grime 🙈

rinse

shampoo round 2, this should turn your hair into its own bubble bath 🫧

rinse

condition, rake through your hair and make sure it is everywhere

let sit for a little bit, ~2 mins maybe

rinse

and thats it :))

don't use a regular towel, use a microfiber towel if you're using one at all so that all the moisture isn't drained from your hair before the rest of the products

now for the curly hair routine:

start with leave-in conditioner and run it through the entirety of your hair - I use Garnier leave-in, like the big tub

then run some curl cream through your hair and scrunch it in, make sure there is an even application throughout all the hair - I use the Shea Moisture curl cream

~ this next bit is optional because its a gel cast + styling but honestly id totally recommend going the extra mile for it cause it holds your curls for longer and makes ur hair softer ~

apply curly gel to your hair and scrunch it in, I use Aussie curl gel

for styling, I take the middle -> top sections of my hair, take some extra gel and finger coil the curls

let your hair air dry or diffuse

once completely dry, take some hair oil and scrunch it through your hair and separate any coils, I use argan oil

then you're done :))

regular hair care

there isnt really much to say here tbh

only that

if you need to refresh your curls, you should be able to do it just by finger-coiling with water

DON'T brush your hair while dry, it causes breakage

if you sweat, your hair will most likely get frizzy

to tie your hair use a scrunchie

sleeping with a bonnet helps reduce frizz but icl I don't 🫣

hair styles + cuts

okay let me preface this section by saying PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEE do some research about curly stylists in your area, I promise it will be worth it because curly hair cutting requires special training (despite the fact we've probably all cut our hair ourselves at some point 🙈)

now here are some things I usually ask for in a haircut:

a trim off the edges to keep my hair healthy (I have hair down past my shoulders)

2 or 3 layers to keep volume around my head so it doesn't look like a flat landslide...

some long bangs at the front to frame my face

obviously thats just me so do some extra research and see what you'd like

not much, but here are some hairstyles i usually do for everyday wear:

hair down (obviously 🤗)

high ponytail/bun with a few curls at the front

half up half down with a few curls at the front

thats basically all the basics 🙃

i know its hard to start on a curly hair journey especially if you don't know what you're doing, so if you are (or aren't) i hope this was able to help you in some shape or form 🫶🤗

- li 🌘

[apolloinaplaguemask]

ahem!!! your intro message says you have some magical world building going on. would you care to share?? -please please please please please please please-

YES ABSOLUTELY THANK YOU FOR THE ASK AHHHHHHHHHHHH

Anyways beware. Many paragraphs of yapping ahead

Alrighty. So the basic idea is that some god (I haven’t figured one out yet but I’ve made several gods before, so I could recycle one from a dnd campaign I’ll be doing) has made a challenge to get to the afterlife. Almost everyone who dies gets sent to one of these cute little hellscapes, and there’s 100 per In-Between (as I’ve come to call it), but only 3 people get to go to the afterlife. Everyone else is basically a sacrifice to the god, and it is very unpleasant and it also means they don’t get rebirth. The moment you die in that dimension, the god basically eats your soul. Not very fun nor desirable.

Each In-Between looks different, but the one I came up with first is a big stretch of woods. There are funky animals that either look nothing like a real animal, or look a little too much like some animal or other. At night, there are no stars, just a big moon, if it can be called that. Everything feels like it’s watching you, and has malicious intent. It can and will drive you slowly insane.

You don’t get to keep many memories, just warped snippets of your life. You don’t even know if it’s your life, but you tend to cling to those snippets like lifelines.

There are challenges that the people have to go through, and they differ for every In-Between, but for my purposes let’s pick three.

The first is that the contestants have to go into an abandoned-looking house filled with traps and find a ring. The second they touch the ring, they get transported out of the house and wake up elsewhere.

The second trial is going through a funhouse-type subdimension (look at me thinking up all these fun words), where it tries to drive you insane, since isn’t that fun. Oh also the insanity causes you to forget who you are and where you want to go, so they have to basically write a reminder on themselves somehow, or be lost there forever.

The third trial is the same in every In-Between. There is a weapon somewhere in the dimension, but of course, it’s a really big world. It has its borders, but it’s still impossible to search. The weapon is super powerful, think like a sword that can kill you with one touch. It alters itself to suit the first person to get to it, and if you get it, you automatically make it out. You then get to choose two other people to accompany you to the afterlife, which makes for a really hard choice.

AND NOW FOR THE FUN PART EHEHEHEHEHEHEHHE.

How you die is so important in the In-Between. Being this close to the source of a god’s power for an extended period of time does irreversible things to you.

One thing that happens to you is that you start to look like you belong in your In-Between. For the one I’m using, you can get things like extra eyes, too-long limbs, body horror galore. And it all. Feels. Normal. “Hey how long have you had this many teeth?” “Haven’t I always?” And they genuinely believe that.

My absolute favourite part is why how you died is so important. It’s not a gradual transformation, it’s super abrupt, and happens to everyone at once. It feels like a blinding pain, then you relive how you died. Then you wake up, and you are changed. How you died dictates what happens to you.

One of my OCs died in a landslide. He controls plants. Another died by falling off a cliff. They grow wings. My MC died in a house fire, and she now gets to control fire. Another OC died by brain cancer, and she can now manipulate people’s thoughts. Not blatant mind control, more like suggestions.

My personal favourite backstory, it’s quite gory so be forewarned, is that he’s a trans boy, and his dad does not like that. He’s from the 1800s by the way so no one would like that. His dad tied him up to a fence In the woods behind their house, cut off his hand so the flesh died, then all the scavenger animals (wasps, rodents, crows…) came and ate the hand. Animals wouldn’t eat live flesh, so that’s why the dad cut off the hand most of the way. The animals then ate him alive :D. Anyways, that got slightly out of hand, but he can now talk to them and “suggest” things to them. Of course, he hates his new power the most out of anyone, because he developed a crippling fear of scavenger animals.

Do I pick favourites then give my favourite oc the most trauma? Yes of course.

[lexi-likes-cats]

chess. its kinda boring. unless ur like a crazy intellectual it’s just kind of moving pieces for little to no reason. i think thats a shame so, i present to you the third worst game i have ever designed: No Rules Chess.

no rules chess starts with four rules:

each time a player captures a piece, they get to add a new rule

rules can’t be more specific than to affect a type of piece (so “bishops can fly” is allowed, but “my b pawn moves like a queen” is not)

rules can’t change the win condition or the first 3 rules

otherwise, standard chess rules apply

this is a game that works best when both players try to make rules that are fairly balanced, because debilitating landslide victories tend to be frowned upon in a game where you just make stuff up. making rules that exist to destroy other rules isn’t the best idea either. my one complaint is that the game is called “no rules chess” even though the point of the game is to make rules. oops! my bad :(

i think its fun and you should try it :) ok bye

[captainsophiestark]

Fall 2024 Fic Recs

Here's a list of all the awesome stuff I got to read this fall! I didn't manage to read as much as I wanted to, but the things I did get to read, I absolutely loved. Go check these out and give the authors some love! Fics under the cut!

Agent Carter

Jack Thompson x Reader

What Are The Odds? by @ghostofskywalker

When Jack travels out to LA to assist on a case, he certainly doesn't expect that the person he meets the night before would also be part of the SSR.

Untitled by @writeroutoftime

like a work rivals to lovers au where you run into jack and his family out and he has to awkwardly introduce the two of you? idk i just love socially awkward jack i think its so cute

Undercover Feelings by @writeroutoftime

you and jack don't like each other in the slightest. but when an undercover mission throws the two of you together, what will become of your relationship?

Bridgerton

Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

Untitled by @auroracalisto

short fic between anthony and a poor reader using the line: "i beg you to stay, just 'til tomorrow."

The Hunger Games

Katniss Everdeen x Reader

A Moment's Reprieve by @ghostofskywalker

Your first gala after winning the Games is overwhelming. Katniss is there for you, and not just because the Capitol thinks you're in love.

Merlin

Arthur Pendragon x Reader

snowball fights by @writeroutoftime

you, arthur, merlin, and the knights are walking in the courtyard when a snowball fight breaks out

Marvel

Clint Barton x Reader

Sweet & Oblivious by @ghostofskywalker

Too nervous to act on your feelings towards your teammate, you've taken to leaving sweets in his room as a secret admirer. This time though, he's caught you red handed.

Loki x Reader

Landslide by @girl-next-door-writes

After a brutal mission leaves you battered and bruised, Loki’s protective side flares up as he confronts Tony for putting you at risk. Amidst the tension, Loki’s fear of losing you surfaces, and he reminds you just how much you mean to him.

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

'Tis The Season by @ghostofskywalker

How early is too early to start putting up Halloween decorations? According to your girlfriend, never.

Star Wars

Captain Rex x Reader

May I Have This Dance? by @ghostofskywalker

Working as a bodyguard for the heir to a distant planet's throne was not something Rex had ever trained for, and neither was falling for the princess he had sworn to protect.

Commander Fox

The Surprising Side Effects of New Bacta by @ghostofskywalker

When the Republic sends you a new type of bacta, you realize it has some pretty strong side effects, including the ability to make the ever-stoic Commander Fox mindlessly confess his feelings to you.

Poe Dameron

Droid Diagnostics by @ghostofskywalker

When BB-8 visits your workshop for a check-up, you finally get to meet the person that your favorite droid spends a lot of time telling you about.

Crossover

Jedi!Peggy Carter x Reader

rival (n.) by @ghostofskywalker

rival (noun): one who attempts to equal or surpass another, or who pursues the same object as another; a competitor.

[skybrushus]

Note. To the best of my knowledge this is not based on any existing Fallout Equestria storyline, nor does it follow any particular plot in Fallout 4. This is just the narrative that popped into my head as I worked on this piece.

        Sweetie Belle sent a sphere glowing yellowish light down the partially collapsed hallway of the abandoned Stable. The sphere showed a reoccurring theme that she and Amber had observed since entering the ruins. Signs of flooding from the intrusion of rainwater. A lack of power or functional terminals anywhere in the ruins, and an extensive lichen, fungus, and crisscrossing plant roots on the walls, ceiling, and floor.

        However much to their surprise the Stable hadn't been picked clean by looters. Amber felt this was due to its remote location, and that the Stable's entrance had been partially buried by a landslide in the last 50 or so years. The lush local vegetation had camouflaged the rest.

        Sweetie thought looters had found it but had been discouraged by the moldy, mildew state of everything they'd encountered so far in this forgotten Stable. Also they'd encountered multiple hallways that blocked by what looked liked cave ins or impenetrable masses of dense, thick roots.

         Amber's flashlight made slow, constant sweeps as he checked the area immediately around them. Noticing something on a wall he spoke softly.

         "Sweetie hold up for a second." Slinging his submachine gun over his shoulder he approached it. There was lettering of some type that was barely visible beneath the accumulated dirt, lichen, and general muck. Donning a pair of heavy work gloves he started wiping the grime away. After few seconds he was able to read it.

          STABLE 420

          "Well now we know which Stable this was." The pony hybrid muttered. He looked over at Sweetie. "Ever heard of Stable 420?"

           The white unicorn came alongside and stared at discovery. "No Amber I haven't. But that's not surprising. Almost none of the Stables ever had direct communication between them, and StableTech was rather cagey about how many Stables they constructing at the time."

           Unable to glean more information they pressed on. As they did the crisscrossing roots grew more frequent, and on several occasions Sweetie swore she felt one twitch or squirm when she stepped on them. Amber thought that this was caused by the thick layer of spongy, organic detritus that blanketed the floor.

           As they progressed deeper and deeper into the Stable they started to notice a certain plant-based emphasis to facilities here. Seed vaults, indoor greenhouses, hydroponic gardens and laboratories devoted to botany in far greater numbers than were required to sustain the Stable's population. Which as they progressed deeper both ponies started to realize something was missing from this vault. Something they'd encountered in every abandoned vault they'd explored.

        Neither of them had seen any dead bodies or skeletal remains. Not even the usual carcasses of wild denizens that normally took up residence in forgotten Stables.

        It was in the rotting remains of laboratory desk that they found their first piece documentation related to the Stable. A soaked, mold covered lab log. Most of it was completely illegible but at the very back of it was one barely readable entry.

       It was suppose to a beautiful union. A marriage that would make Equestria flourish again one day! Ponies and plants working together to once again bring life and vibrancy to the land. But now it's become a nightmare. Where did we go wrong?

       Not sure what to make of this they pocketed the journal and pressed. A short time later Sweetie noticed that there was a slowly increasing source of light ahead. Also she was positive that a couple of times she felt roots squirm under her hooves as they advanced.

      Eventually the hallway Sweetie and Amber were in terminated a large circular atrium area. The source of the light came the fact that a large part of the ceiling in the Stable and the bedrock above it had been torn away to permitted dim light from the outside world to filter down. A dense canopy of the trees at the surface obscured most sunlight from reached this room, but compared pitch black hallways the two ponies had been in it was welcome sight.

      What occupied the center of the atrium was less welcoming.

       Perched upon a mound of earth and organic material was a massive bulb shaped plant. It appeared to have long tongue leaves/petals that were tightly drawn up. Emerging from the giant plant was mass of roots that snaked out in all directions. The circular room had an oddly heavy and unevenly bumpy texture to it. Only the sound of dripping water broke the silence. After second Sweetie spoke.

       "Okay. Giant plants that aren't trees are creepy."

       Both ponies stayed together but far away from the ominous vegetation as they looked around the room. Sweetie was peering around the room when something caught her attention. Moving her glow globe over closer to circular wall of the atrium she finally recognized what the texture of the wall was.

        It was pony skulls. Hundreds of skulls all facing inward toward the plant. Held tight to the wall by dense network of vines, tendrils, and roots. Only with great effort did she resist screaming.

        "Amber! I know what happened to the ponies of the Stable!" She hissed.

        The stallion turned to see what the mare was looking at when he stepped firmly on one of the roots when he did several things happened at once.

        First he felt the root violently twitch under his hoof. Second a long, moaning sigh came from the giant plant. Third the same plant began open its petals revealing squat, stump-like center.

        "Okay! Giant plant that move are even creepier!" Sweetie exclaimed as she drew her machine pistol.

        The two ponies were beginning to back out of the room when suddenly the center of the plant opened revealing a great vertical maw lined with thorn-like teeth. From this maw erupted mass of long tendrils that whipped out and wrapped around the ponies. Sweetie was physically yanked into the air and Amber found himself dragged toward the plant.

       "Aaaaahhhh!!!" Sweetie screamed. "I've seen some of those creepy pre-war EC comics and I know what happens next!" So she began firing burst into the plant.

       Trying to keep from being throttled by the plant Amber began firing one-handed into the plant at point blank range.

       With her one free hand Sweetie pulled a hand grenade from her belt, and then using her levitation she yanked the pin from it. Then she pitched it into the plant's waiting maw. For several seconds nothing further happened. Then there was a muffled THUMP and the plant suddenly bulged out like water balloon. This was followed by a geyser of green and red ichor that erupted from the mouth drenching Sweetie and spraying all over Amber. Then like some deactivated air dancers the tendrils went limp and Sweetie flopped to the ground. For several seconds the mare just looked down at herself before speaking.

     "I. I. I will never be able to eat guacamole in the Stable cafeteria again!"

     This was a Patreon reward for Skyline. The firearms in the picture are the Russian Stechkin APS Link, Link and the French MAT-49 Link.

Of course Sweetie was referring to those horrible Equestria Comic books from the prewar period.

[luimagines]

Impromptu Camping (900 Follower Raffle)

Masterlist

Our second place winner of the raffle was @lyra-angel-81194

They asked for some Wild where Reader and him get separated from the group, leading them to camp elsewhere for the night.

Content under the cut!

“You know when you wanted me to come with you, this isn't what I thought I would be doing.”

It was sunny at first. Of that you were sure. 

Then again the Champion did mention about the fact that his home was known for turbulent and unpredictable weather. 

The group had come to rest on the far side of the Faron Region. Wild said that it was too far from his house to stay there for the night but he mentioned a multitude of stables in the era, listing them in order of the items they sold, the number of beds typically available on average and the distance it would take to get to each one.

The closest one won out by a landslide.

And yet, on the journey there was a slight hiccup on the road and there was a shortage of food to feed the group. The stable didn’t sell those types of goods and so you were forced to come up with another solution.

Ever the opportunist and one to think on the fly, Wild mentioned that he could travel for a bit and come back with more than enough food for everyone and then some. He said that his sheikah slate would be able to hold most of it and that he would return in no time.

Time mentioned that he would be quicker with someone else to help him pick the food. Twilight and Warrior agreed. No man left behind.

You volunteered. Kinda. Wild asked if you wanted to go with him and you have had a hard time saying no to him ever since you met. Which led you to where you are now.

Wild huffed and pulled the cloak off of his shoulders. “It’s not exactly what I had in mind either to be honest.”

He puts on this blue scaled outfit that you don’t know the name of and puts his cloak over you. It’s significantly warmer than your own.

The warmth moves deep into your bones and it’s as if the wind chill didn’t exist around you. You can’t help the way you snuggle into the fabric, covering yourself with it and moving it over your nose. It smells faintly of smoke and a sort of sweet spice. It even smells warm. It smells like its wearer.

“Thank you,” comes out of your mouth quietly. You look over at your traveling companion. The blue material of the top brings out his eyes more than you’re willing to admit and the suit is skin tight. You tear your eyes away when you find yourself staring a little more than considered polite.

Wild sniffles, wiping some of the water off of the suit as it gathers around him. “Of course. It’s blessed by fairies.” He mentions it casually. “It rains a lot in the Faron Region so the zora armor is the next best thing.”

You nod, only slightly understanding what he means by that. “Do you know where we went? The others are going to be worried about us.”

Wild hums, looking at the screen of his sheikah slate. “I have our movements on the map but it would be harder to move through the storm without attracting undo attention to ourselves. The monsters like to take advantage of the lack of light and the fact that people are more guarded.”

He frowns. “Not to mention that we didn’t get all that I wanted to.”

“Is that so important?” You click your tongue. “I feel like your priorities might be a bit skewed.”

“I’m not concerned about the monsters.” He replies in a clipped tone. “At best we can use the lighting storms to our advantage if it comes down to that-”

“-The what now?”

“And I can tell the others that we’re running behind.” Wild waves his sheikah slate around for a moment. “But we’d have to travel farther for more food…. If we stay together that is.”

Your eyebrows furrow and you feel a scowl grow behind your lips. “You’re not going to ditch me here. You wanted me to come along.”

“I know, I know. But between the two of us, they’re more likely to yell at me if anything goes wrong. I don’t want to drag you down with me any more than I already have.”

You frown further but now for a different reason. “...Hey… You know that we appreciate everything you do for the group.”

“Yeah well…you can say that my reputation precedes me.” He clasps the sheiakah slate to his  belt. “I’ll leave the choice to you. We can keep looking or you can go back where it’s no doubt warmer, dryer and safer.”

You grab his wrist without thinking. “I’m not leaving you.”

Something flickers in the back of his eyes. Wild flexes his jaw and nods, slipping his hand into yours. “Alright. Then stay close to me.”

You nod and follow his lead through the storm.

It grows darker before you know it. You don’t know where you are and there’s only so many bananas you can pick before you can feel the warmth of the cloak you’ve been given begin to leave you as well. While the temperature isn’t as cold as you know it can get, the wet fabric hanging off of you is beginning to be uncomfortable. 

“Hey!” Wild calls from a distance. You didn’t even know he got that far. “You ok?”

You run to him, suddenly out of breath by the time you reach him. You thought you would be better than this. The waterlogged cloth is heavier than you thought it would be. “What is it?”

Wild sees your winded form and frowns. “The others called with Wind’s pirate stone. They wanted to know if we were ok, but I might have misjudged our distance. Do you think you’d be able to make it back to the stable?”

You cough from trying to catch your breath. You never wanted to slow him down. Out of all the others, you noticed that Wild was the one to seemingly keep going without ever growing tired. You doubted you could keep up with him as it stood, much less in this weather, but you didn’t want him to know that. “I think so. How far away are we?”

Wild bites his lip. The subtle movement catches your attention. Your eyes snap to it- and snap away just as quickly. He sighs. “Far. We got farther before the rain- but in hindsight, we should have turned back.”

You don’t like the look on his face and push yourself to stand straighter. “We can still turn back. We can buy more food later.”

Lightning strikes just as you finish your sentence. It’s loud and bright and you scream.

Wild grabs you without a second thought and covers you.  His arms cover your head and his hands tuck you into his body. “Easy… It’s only getting worse.”

“What do we do then?” You have to shout over the raging winds. “Do we go back?”

Wild shakes his head. “Let me tell the others we can’t make it back. Hopefully they can figure out the food thing without us there.”

“Do we have enough to do that on our own?” 

“I did it all the time.” Wild puts a hand to the small of your back, guiding you through the thicket of the jungle. “There’s a cave up ahead. We can light a fire and stay there for the night.”

You tug the hood of the cloak over your face, trying to shield what little that you can of the winds and the water as it rampages around you. Wild was right. The storm seems to drop a bomb on the both of you. What was once a mild, if irritating inconvenience, becomes a force of nature that steals your breath away. Literally.

Wild all but pushes you into the cave he mentioned. You have no idea how he knew it was there. The place and sky are both pitch black. It’s hard for you to see anything.

Within a moment, you hear the familiar sound of wood dropping and a metallic clang. Next thing you knew, there was a decent size flame into the middle of the cave, illuminating the both of you. It lights up the blue of Wild’s suit fantastically. You need to pull yourself together. This is going to be too obvious if you can’t think of something else fast.

You sniffle and step closer to the flame, putting your hands out to warm them. “Well that was easy. How did you know that it was here?”

“I told you. I’ve done this before.” He replies easily, moving around to take the cloak off of you. He’s slow and meticulous. It makes the simple act more intimate and forbidden than it really is.

Despite your best efforts, a blush finally makes its way onto your cheeks. You cough and start to take out as much water as you can from your clothes.

“I can start another flame to dry them.” Wild says. “I’ll also get some dinner started if you’d like.”

You shake your head. “I’m not that cold. Just wet.”

He smiles and sits down. “Is that so? Was it so bad?”

Lightning strikes just outside of the mouth of the cave and you virtually jump into his arms. Your scream is swallowed by the resounding thunder.

“That’s a yes.” Wild pats your head, moving you both so that you’re comfortable against him. “Are you ok?”

“Yes, I’m….I’m ok.” You push yourself away, trying to gain space. It’s not as if you wanted to throw yourself against him… for the second time. Goodness, you’ve really got it bad, don’t you? Was it always this bad?

“Sorry.” You say, fixing your hair while you’re at it. “It’s just loud, I swear. Takes me by surprise every time.”

Wild smiles and the cave suddenly seems a little brighter. “Well I certainly don’t mind.”

You nod, accepting the idea that he spoke, until the words finally seep into your mind and they process. You snap your head to look at him. His face doesn’t change. If anything, you could say he looks marginally proud of himself.

“...You don’t?” You blurt intelligently.

“Of course not.” He takes the moment to lay down on the cold stone ground. “I like your company and you’re very soft and huggable.”

You’re not entirely sure what you want to follow that train of thought of his, less it urges you to do something reckless. Warrior and Twilight were right. It’s dangerous to go alone. Why didn’t you take someone else?

Wild unclasps the sheikah slate from his belt once more and pulls out a few meat skewers. You eye them critically, while Wild doesn’t hesitate to snack of his own. “...I thought you said we were low on food.”

“Does this look like enough to feed ten people?”

“...”

“...”

“...Fair enough.” You take a bite and throw yourself next to him on the ground. “How long do you think the storm will last?”

“Hours.”

“Really?” You pout. You wanted to sleep in one of the beds of the stable. You don’t care if you have to pay for them. They had a soft option. You were willing to bet it was softer than the bed you had in your own house. “How do you know?”

“Slate says so. Might even get worse.”

You frown and nibble away on the stick. “So we’re camping… again…”

“Looks like it.” Wild tosses his finished stick casually into the flame next to you. “Sorry about this.”

You sigh and keep eating, not willing to answer it just yet. You eat in silence before you copy his actions, throwing your own stick into the flame. “I don’t think we had much of a choice.”

Wild hums in acknowledgement before his arm comes around and bumps your head. You lift it instinctively and he puts it under you.

“You might as well sleep.”

[dual-cetacean]

"Arthur Pendragon, the newly crowned King of Britton, is weary of the new life he leads. The battle that solidified his rule drained him of his vigour, and he aches to be carefree once more as he was as a mere squire. He treks into the Dark Woods to unwind from a stressful exchange of power. Unaware that this moonlit night would forever change his life."

Heyo! Here I am with the poll winner from last week (and a few more days)! It's Sonadow hours (Arthlot? I don't know their ship name, but it's King Arthur/Lancelot)

You can find the backstory for this fic under "Keep reading," as I go off on a tangent about its historyfic.

Please enjoy!

This fic is older than all of my other sonic fics. I am not kidding; I've had this draft lying around in my backlog for so long that I have screenshots of its layout and how I was supposed to present this on AO3. The date is September 2023, but my document files say December 2022. Since I usually type fics together in one document before deciding it can have its own document, so it is even older than that. This was supposed to be up ages ago, but I never found the courage and got swept away by the excitement of Sonic Prime. Even though I call myself a recent Sonic fan, that's not true. I grew up with Sonic X and read Sonic fan fiction on Fanfiction.net. (Oh, where has the time gone.)

Bit of a trigger warning for incest and statutory rape. As in mentioned, nothing is talked about graphically.

Now, while I am very particular about using canon as a guideline and knowing the source material like the back of my hand, this is one of my works where I will not do that. A lot of fucked up shit happens in the original compiled story of L' Morte d'Arthur (The Death of King Arthur). I will explain further in the ending notes of the fic, but for one, Arthur is aged up to 19 years old. As in the original legends, he is just called young, which is very vague. He is rewarded sex by a tavern woman for winning the battle, but it is implied she is much older than him. His age is unknown, but an opposing king calls him a beardless boy playing at being a king, and while there are plenty of men who grow a beard well into their adulthood or never, the implication of Arthur's youth and inexperience with life makes me deeply uneasy. So obviously, none of that shit is in here. Canon or not, fanfiction is here to have fun, and I won't write what makes my skin crawl.

I put this on the poll, not knowing if people would want to read this. But seeing as the poll was held on Tumblr, I should not have been surprised that it won by a landslide. I had forgotten how popular this niche ship is within the Sonadow community. And hey, I'm not complaining! I'm all too happy to share this. I read Sonadow since I was a teen, and Lansoni was a guilty pleasure of mine. I am all too happy to add to the collection! Although it is not really Lansoni as it is Sonic as King Arthur, and not actually Sonic being isikai-ed.

I am probably going to go on a SATBK binge after this. It is so weirdly nostalgic for me.