#Hooked on React: Mastering the Art of Hooks

[thesupreme316]

Can you write how the AEW guys would react to the reader playfully smacking their ass like Bucky did to Seth Rollins that one time (please include MJF hehe)

AEW Stars React To: Their S/O Smacking Their Butt

Pairings: MJF x Reader, Max Caster x Reader, Christian Cage x Reader, Eddie Kingston x Reader, Nick Wayne x Reader, Ricky Starks x Reader, Hook x Reader

Word Count: 750

Supreme Speaks: hey yall, here you are and i hope you all enjoy it. I should have another react post by tomorrow. lemme know what else yall want to see. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: none i think, suggestive content

Taglist: @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @eddie-kingstons-wifey @triscillal @batzy-watzy @sheinthatfandom @cassie0sstuff

I think this is the most I have ever written the word ass

MJF:

Mans would feel accomplished

Like that finally, someone has acknowledged his ass is on another level

We all know how much pride he takes in his ass just look at the edits on TikTok

If you do it in private, he will definitely laugh and try to slap your back

(Honestly he might twerk like a drunk girl)

If in public, he might be embarrassed or confused for a split second…but he’ll go right back to being arrogant

He’ll tweet about it, tagging Max Caster so he can get jealous

Will start wearing more tight-fitting pants so he can tease you more

Eddie Kingston:

Mans finds it funny but is always confused about why/how you do it before he can do it to you

Full-on laughs and cracks a smile when/after you do it

Now you two are in a competition to see who can smack the other’s ass more often

You typically drive-by slaps or wait until he’s reading/watching wrestling to slap it

He does it when you are on the phone or talking to friends

Eddie loves it because it’s y’all’s way of PDA or showing good vibes

I don’t think y’all would do it out in public like in front of fans

But the one chance you did…boi was he a mess

Christian Cage:

Christian would just stare at you with no expression

He was just looking at you as if he was saying “Really”

OR he’ll stare at you in an offended way

He’s surprised that you did it

“How dare you?”

I can totally see him “scolding” you

Says his ass is off limits and promises to “punish” you the next time you did it

To test your luck…you did it again…and let's say you couldn’t sit down for a good while

Nick Wayne:

Lil boi is so cute and he gets all shy

Immediately he blushes and gets all whiney

Face all red while saying

“I can’t believe you did that”

I think he would be too shy to smack yours back

Prolly would chase you around

Would stop after you smacked his ass twice more

Ever since then, he just accepted the smacks….with a red blushing face of course

Hook:

Nonchalant as a mothafucka

But to him, it’s a normal thing, so he doesn’t care

He just continues talking to his friends after he smacks yours as you walk away

To Hook…it’s equality

Mans just loves to have his hands on you in general

If you did it to him while y’all were in the ring…he would break character and laugh

The internet would have a field day with the clip, making it go viral

Now if you slap it extra hard, Hook would just simply pick you up and show you how a real master of the booty slapping arts does it

Ricky Starks:

Alexa…play Bongos by Cardi B

Like Hook, Ricky’s not fazed

In fact, he eats it up and then some

I can see Ricky just winking at you..and ever so gently…SPEARING YOU ON THE BED

He slaps yours back twice as hard

In public….he would pull you towards him and tell you all the things he’s gonna do to you

Particularly finds it funny when you continuously smack his ass while ya’ll are laying down

I def see it as a postcard or a couple Christmas card (merry smackmas)

Max Caster:

THIS HORNY FUCK

Would deadass put his ass out even further for you to slap again

“I can see you’re getting a little handsy”

Looks at you suggestively, probably would moon you

Probably would chase you down just to slap your ass back

If you do it in public, he’s throwing ass like a real one

OOOOOOO I BET HE WOULD LET OUT VERY LOUD AND EXAGGERATED HIGH PITCH MOAN

Which causes you to become embarrassed and swiftly leave the scene

He would at the rest of The Acclaimed and wiggle his brows…looking for someone else to smack his ass

bonus: I truly think he would be like Richard from Wasabi Productions (back from like 2011)

[asirensrage]

kinktober entry 10: Pet Play and Edging

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Bonten!Kokonoi x undescribed!unnamed!female oc Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Warnings: pet play. edging. collar. being leashed and tied to a wall/in place. again pet play. unbeta’d.

notes: I'm currently sick and waiting on results to see if my lungs are infected. Fun times. So, enjoy. This one is for @scythegal. art pic in banner is by miyolpp

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The bell jingles slightly as she kneels. The collar she’s wearing is studded with diamonds, looking more like a classic choker than what it really is. A sign of ownership to the man in front of her. 

He doesn’t look at her. She doesn’t move though, hands on her thighs as she waits, looking down at the floor until he acknowledges her. It gives her time to slip into the role he pays for. 

She’s done this long enough to know when he’s ready for her to act. She leans forward, resting her head on his thigh. He doesn’t look at her but he runs a hand over her hair gently. She sighs softly at the feeling. It doesn’t seem like much, but it’s a sign that he knows she’s there and he’s getting ready to take care of her. He’s a good master. 

She shifts, trying to make the tail attached to her sway slightly as she makes a noise that’s supposed to resemble a purr. It does exactly as intended, drawing his attention. 

He looks down at her, sharp eyes meeting hers. There’s a small smile on his lips at her eagerness, even as he’s trying to hide it. “Kitten, I have to finish this first. Wait.”

She pouts and rests her head back on his lap, but it doesn’t last long. Her master uses his phone, turning on the vibrator that’s already nestled into her with his order. She whimpers into his leg, pressing her thighs together trying not to react.

“Hush, Kitten. Be quiet. I need to concentrate. If you’re good, I’ll give you a treat.” Kokonoi’s treats vary from expensive gifts to nights that leave her legs trembling. 

She nods, biting her lip as she tries not to react and distract him. It’s hard. She buries her face in his thigh, surrounding herself with his scent as he plays with the intensity of the vibration. She’s not entirely sure he’s working. He just playing with her. 

It builds up and drops before building up again until she’s left on the edge for what feels like hours. She whines, panting as she tries to avoid shifting closer. She wants to rub herself on his foot, to get herself off instead of being teased like this. It gets to the point where she’s frustrated enough and overwhelmed that she can’t help but bite down on the meat of his thigh. 

Hajime rubs the ears on the top of her head, the best quality he could purchase and it shows with how flawlessly it merges into her hair. “Is my kitten needy?” he muses, finally looking at her again. “Thought you were going to be good for me.”

She bites back the response on her tongue and instead takes the chance to lick at his fingers. She can taste ink on his skin but she ignores it, just wanting to be closer to him. 

He grins. Kokonoi pulls open a drawer and she tries to settle back into position when she hears more than sees the leash being pulled out. He clips it into the small D-ring on her collar and stands. She moves quickly, following on her hands and knees like she knows he expects. The vibrations haven’t stopped and it makes her nearly stumble, but she tries to keep up. She tries to breathe through it because the end result will be worth it. She just has to be good. 

He clips her leash to a hook he has on the wall next to the makeshift dog bed that’s waiting for her. Not as much a punishment as the cage, but it still restricts her from him. She crawls onto it, turning to face him as she whines again. She knows better than to use her words now. 

“Patience, pet,” he says, using one hand to grasp her chin to tilt her face up towards him. He presses his thumb into her mouth and pushes down her tongue so she’s forced to only listen. “I’m not done. You can’t manage at my side. One more chance, kitten. Be good and wait for me.” 

He leaves her there, tied to a wall and resting on a dog bed that’s more luxurious than the ones she’s had before she met him. The vibrations increase and she curls up, panting as she tries not to give in as he plays while he works.  

When he comes back to release her, she’s a whining, wet mess, desperate and eager for him as she begs for his attention. He likes her best like that.   

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[teawithmagician]

Hello! :D For the drabble ask I've had this little idea floating in my head for a while now. There's hardly, if any, content for Variel the Flayer! I want to do him a little fan service as a mini-comic, but I can't get the dialogue or the energy of the scene to come across just right. Maybe you can spark some inspiration and we can bounce off each other's ideas? :) I'm not a writer at all, but I can offer drawings! The "pairing" would be Variel the Flayer and a serf engineer, G/NC? for murderously bad flirting attempts, dark romantic comedy?. The idea I have is; A Night Lord's fleet just underwent a bad battle, there's damage all throughout the ship. The medbay specifically got hit bad, and Variel asks for this one specific serf engineer to come fix the power outage for him. This serf grates on Variel the least out of the other serfs, and the engineer uses this to his advantage to try and use his limited medical knowledge to flirt. Eventually it leads to the serf saying along the lines of, "I sure do hope it's a scalpel through my fourth and fifth ribs." (The fourth and fifth ribs being the easiest way to access a man's heart). How will Variel react? Will the engineer get flayed after fixing the power, or will the cold Variel find amusement in him and play along? Here are some of the unfinished sketches :)

Ok, so, it's gonna be a slowburn, because Variel would need a lot of his sweet time to realise that he a) is amused by the serf b) can tolerate him c) actually wants him there.

But here's for the starters:

Warhammer 40k

Variel the Flayer / unnamed male serf

R (for threats/descriptions of violence)

Slowburn, dark romance, dark speis yaoi (platonic for now)

The hull breach had torn through the chamber in a perfect diagonal. Apart from damage to the precious tools—scalpels, flensing hooks, and vivisection clamps—it left power conduits dangling from the ceiling like severed tendons. That was highly, highly unacceptable. With a hiss of static, he activated the vox in his helm, and requested: “Send the engineering serf. Now.”

The serf arrived shortly after, dragging a skein of salvaged cabling. He knelt briefly, a protocol gesture of submission, before rising to assess the damage. “Power’s out, my lord,” he muttered, his voice steady despite the tremor in his hands. “Conduits are fried, but I can patch it. Won’t be pretty, but it’ll hold.”

Variel said nothing, tracking the serf’s every move so the little rat-man wouldn’t break or stain anything with his filth. But the serf worked with surprising deftness: he stripped the wires and rerouted power through jury-rigged relays, which send a sheaf of spark into his face. Variel’s fingers twitched near the flensing knife, the urge to peel the serf’s skin off to teach him the fine art of electrics was strong. But then, Variel wouldn’t want to fix all cables by himself.

In the end, after all of the serf’s machinations, the medbay’s systems came back to life. Lumens steadied, casting light over the bloodied tables and the shining edges of Variel’s tools. The serf stepped back, wiping sweat from his face with a greasy sleeve. And then, he smiled a crooked, trembling, but outrageous grin.

“Fixed your lair, my lord. Runs smoother than a freshly stitched corpse, if I may. Almost makes me think I’d be handy with more than just wires—say, passing you a scalpel or two.”

Variel’s tilted his head. Now this was a misfortune-an acceptable engineer was poorly trained. Variel’s mind turned to the myriad ways he could teach him decency in talking to your masters—strip by strip, scream by scream.

The oblivious serf continued, looking almost maniacal. “I’ve seen your work, lord. Beautiful, in its own way. Me, I’m no artist, but I reckon I could learn a trick or two. Hand you the tools, maybe even take a blade myself—right here,” he tapped his chest, between the fourth and fifth ribs, “quickest way in, isn’t it? If you’re feeling generous.”

The silence that followed was a void where hope went to die. Variel’s stared into the serf, unblinking, waiting for him to break under the weight of it. Most who dared such familiarity were already flayed, their skins decorating Variel’s armour. Yet this one—this rodent-like speck of defiance—stood there, trembling, but refusing to fall apart.

Then, Variel did the unthinkable – he laughed. His laughter did it for the serf: he started coming undone in an uncontrollable shaking. Variel stepped forward, his shadow swallowing the serf whole, and raised a hand. The serf flinched, expecting the end, but Variel’s claw hovered, tracing the air above his chest.

“You speak of your heart,” Variel said softly, “as if it is yours to offer. It is mine, little rat-human—mine to take, mine to stop.” His claw lingered in a promise of agony. “Most grovel, all beg. But you beg not for life, but for my art.” He leaned closer, his breath chill against the serf’s sweating skin. “Break anything here, and I may grant your wish. And show you your beating heart before I smash it in my hand. But you amuse me, for now. So, you may live-and leave.”

The serf lingered, uncertain if he should flee or bow. Variel spared him one final look and uttered. “Go while I still feel benevolent. Next time you speak of ribs, I’ll show you their beauty���laid bare on my tables.”

[sephirthoughts]

Vincent's New Kid Just Dropped CH 11: Present Day With Short Deepground Flashback

NOTE: It's not a time skip in the Deepground section, it's just to frame Nero's physical trauma more. All that story is still going to be told!

Rating: Mature

WARNINGS: torture, captivity, phantom pain, PTSD

NOW WITH @siringadev's beautiful father-son art!

⚰️🕷️

father and son trying to out-edgelord each other but who is winning

it's vincent

After the Restrictor came, and they implanted those chips in everyone, they sedated Nero and carried him to a dark, cavernous place, in the lowest sub-level of Deepground. Industrial power tools whirred and shrieked. He awoke feeling the vibrations in his skull. 

Men were locking heavy shackles onto his wings, at six points. The shackles, they attached to the type of chains that are used for boat anchors; made of iron and as thick as a man’s arm. The chains were hung through huge, steel rings, bolted to a massive support pillar, and hooked up to a construction winch, on the other side. 

The Restrictor turned the winch and drew the chains tighter and tighter, laughing while the teenaged boy screamed in agony, pulling Nero’s wings higher and spreading them wider apart, till his shoulder blades felt like they were about to be dislocated, and his feet couldn’t properly rest on the ground. 

That was the position he was locked in. Splayed against the gigantic support pillar, like a butterfly pinned to a display board. Muzzled and bound in a straitjacket. Chained by his wings, to the literal foundation of Deepground. 

The only way to relieve the pain of bearing his weight on his wings, was to push himself up on tip-toe. He could only do that for so long, before his legs began to tremble with fatigue. Try as he might, his strength would eventually fail, and his legs give out. Then his wings would catch his full weight, and he would scream in agony again. 

The Restrictor often lingered nearby, watching him go through this process, drinking in the boy’s tormented groans and cries of distress, with lascivious glee. But he also observed the boy growing stronger and stronger…and more dangerous.

Nero curled up, as the lightning bolts of pain racked his body again, mouth hanging open, a clear stream drool running out onto the floor. Where was his muzzle? Where was his straitjacket? He’d had some kind of cotton jersey shirt on his top half, but he had clawed and torn it to shreds, and it now lay in a purple pile on the floor.

He heard a noise behind him, but he didn’t have time to work out what it was, before he felt the darkness react to something, like a dog jumping in excitement, when its master walks in the door. Weiss! It must be Weiss! he thought, deliriously. Tears of joy leaked from the sides of his eyes, even as they were squeezed shut against the pain. 

“W—Weiss…” he rasped, as the darkness reached out toward his beloved. His only one.

He was hauled up to a sitting position, and strong arms wrapped around him from behind, like bands of iron, compressing his crossed arms on his chest, in that familiar position. He was pressed tight against a stone-hard body and lifted to his feet, but…something was wrong. The darkness was curling happily around the person, but making no connection. Not Weiss! his mind screamed.

Enraged, Nero gave his lithe torso a sudden twist, like a snake, trying to wrench himself free, but the arms held him fast. “What the fuck!”

“Calm down,” a smooth, deep voice said, right in his ear. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

“Fuck you! Let me go!” he snarled, thrashing harder, still to no observable effect.

Vincent sighed. “Nero, I know you’re in pain. Let me help—”

“I don’t need your help you bastard!” he roared, kicking his legs, trying to throw this human monolith off balance. He may as well have struggled against the planet itself, for all the man moved. Panting and shaking with fatigue, from even that brief effort, he gave up and hung limply in Vincent’s arms. “I h—I hate you. Fucking die.”

“I can’t.”  

As Vincent said this, the room exploded into a whirling, crimson blur, and suddenly, they were atop the roof of the house. Nero’s bare feet stood on the sandy grit of the roof tiles, and blowing wind brought the scent of rain, from the rolling, grey storm clouds, that were obscuring the moon. 

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, in real bewilderment. 

“I think I can help, with your pain,” a rasping, resonant, entirely demonic voice answered. “But I can’t try it inside the house. My wings are too big.”

Chaos. The demon’s familiar aura sent shivers of elation up Nero’s spine and made him sick to his stomach, at the same time. He felt bloodthirsty, resentful, filled with rage and grief and underneath it all, a deep, hollow ache. A longing as fathomless as the abyss.

“How do you know I’m in pain?” 

“Sephiroth explained, after you went upstairs.”

“Can he ever mind his own business?” Nero grumbled, under his breath.

Acting entirely without his input, Nero’s darkness tendrils suddenly burst out of the black markings all over his body and plunged directly into Chaos, connecting them, like it was plugging him into a power source. 

Horrified, Nero tried to make them come back, but his knees buckled and his vision went blank, just then, his brain shorted out by the sudden exposure to unfiltered Chaos energy. 

When his vision returned, the demon was still holding him, the same way—Nero’s arms restrained in straitjacket position, and his bare back pressed to its midsection—steadying him on his feet, so he didn’t fall off the roof. 

He was trying work out what the hell Chaos was playing at, when he felt it. A dizzying rush of relief, pouring in through the wing brackets on his shoulder blades and coursing through his body. Lack of pain so potent, it was ten times more intoxicating than the headiest pleasure. 

Involuntarily, Nero’s head dropped back onto Chaos’ chest and he gave a shuddering moan, as he began to unfurl the demon’s huge, membranous wings, slowly and stiffly, spreading them as wide as they could go. 

Tears poured unchecked down his ashen face, weeping openly, as he stretched and folded the wings on the demon’s back, savoring every movement, feeling the contorted phantom segments straightening out, the excruciating knots loosening, the throbbing tautness unwinding. 

Nero’s body now felt relaxed and comfortable, being held tightly in Chaos’ arms. Actually, he hadn’t felt this good since…well, in a long time. Now that they believed everything was back as it was supposed to be, the formerly tormented nerves were humming with vitality. Suddenly, the urge to use the wings he’d missed so sorely, was so strong he could taste it.

Nero’s own wings had nothing to do with his ability to defy gravity, so it was something of a shock to him, when he gave Chaos’ wings an exploratory flap, and the two rocketed into the air. 

He jolted and cried out in alarm, as the ground fell away and the rooftop shrank below them at a dizzying speed. Chaos, however, appeared patently unconcerned, only taking control to give his wings a few beats (to stop them plummeting directly back out of the sky, and to gain some height for safety reasons), then returning control to Nero. 

Nero wasn’t afraid of heights in the least, but he didn’t particularly want to smack into the earth like a meteor, so he scrambled to flap the massive wings. With an effort, he got them under good enough control to keep aloft, then gingerly began to try changing direction. 

He was uncoordinated, and kept going awkwardly off kilter. They tumbled and veered multiple times, before he actually began to get the hang of it. But by the time half an hour had passed, Nero was able to fly in relatively steady circles, above the Valentine-Highwind property.  

All this time, not a single word passed between himself and the ancient demon, whose body he was essentially sharing, at the moment, but at times he could feel its wordless intent, guiding him. Spread. Glide. Tuck. Bank left. More thrust on the right. 

It occurred to him, with a series of complicated emotions, that his father was teaching him to fly. Just like a real father teaching his real son to ride a bicycle. Patiently and calmly, ready to catch him, if he fell. He felt something deep inside him, begin to crack. 

Nero, being Nero, bridled and balked. Furious with himself, for being so soft and stupid, and letting himself be taken in so easily, he sullenly withdrew his control from the wings and let them fall, till Chaos lazily caught them and swooped back upward, with effortless elegance, as if it were no more difficult than breathing. 

That drew Nero right back out of his morose ruminations. He had thought he’d been doing well, but he clearly had no idea what flying even was. Chaos used far fewer wing beats to achieve the same height and speed, and seemed to be exerting ten times less effort. What the hell? How was it that much different to what he’d been doing?

Spinning like a corkscrew, the demon rapidly ascended, higher and higher, till they emerged from the storm cover in the clear, black sky, where the air became thin and icy-cold, and the the moon shone pure and bright over the sea of clouds. 

Nero was staring in undisguised awe at the tens of thousands of glittering stars, when Chaos tucked his wings tightly against his body and dropped abruptly into a freefall. Nero’s stomach flipped and he had to choke down a cry. They fell faster and faster, the wind beating furiously at his face, making his eyes tear up, as they plunged back into the grey clouds, plummeting earthward at terminal velocity.

Just above the treeline, Chaos extended his wings partway and used the downward momentum to shoot forward like a bullet, speeding over the blurred tops of the trees. 

As if on cue, thunder rolled and lighting crackled, as the heavy clouds burst, at last. The cold water droplets lashed Nero’s face and his bare torso, as they flew at that logic-defying speed, but he was actually rather thrilled by it. He wasn’t bothered by cold, and he’d never felt rain before. 

Apparently sensing that the weather didn’t trouble his passenger, Chaos kept going, soaring nonchalantly through blinding sheets of rain, doing spectacular loops and dizzying barrel rolls, throwing off spirals of water as they went. 

Nero had to force down the swell of mirth, that bubbled up in his chest, at the idea of this apocalyptic demon playing around in the rain, to amuse itself. Chaos was having fun, and it showed. If he could have admitted it, without gagging to death, so was Nero.

More than two hours evaporated, and soon they were circling back around toward home—er…toward the Valentine-Highwind house. When they got in close, rather than landing, Chaos did that teleportation thing with the whirling crimson, and they were simply standing in Nero’s room. 

Nero hadn’t got his sea legs yet, and turned around unsteadily to blink up at Chaos, who was Vincent again, in his slashed up black jeans and crimson henley, with that stupid headband, as usual. He was also perfectly dry, as opposed to Nero, who was soaking wet, from head to toe, black hair pasted to his white forehead, and quickly creating a puddle, on the wood floor. 

Conveniently, Sephiroth (because the world had gone thoroughly insane, and the hero of Wutai was now some kind of super-housewife) had left folded bath towels on the dresser, and put the fresh linens on the bed, while they were out.

Before Nero could say anything, Vincent picked up an oversized bath towel and spread it open, holding it up between them, like a privacy screen. Not quite understanding the prudishness of the gesture, Nero peeled off his soaking wet jeans and underwear, then let Vincent wrap the plushy towel around him. 

He still had no idea how to process what happened, tonight. No idea what it meant, or how to react. So he just stood there, dazed, while his father carefully rubbed his long hair, with the other towel. 

Fatigue settled on him, with the warmth and the weight of the gentle touch. Now that the pain was alleviated, he was exhausted, down to his bones. Without realizing it, his eyes drooped shut, and his head began to tip forward, by degrees, till it was resting against Vincent’s chest. 

Darkness tendrils slithered out of the black markings, all over his naked body, and coiled themselves around Vincent’s arms and waist and neck, like affectionate boa constrictors. If they could purr, they would have, fucking embarrassing things.

“Nero.”

“Mm?”

“The next time you’re in pain, don’t wait for it to become unbearable. Come to me, and I’ll help you.”

…

“Mn.”

THE AUTHOR HAS SOMETHING TO SAY:

nero the wet cat: *HISSSS GRRR HISSSSS* cat dad vincent: *pats dry with towel* nero the dry cat: …. *purr*

LINK TO NEXT CHAPTER:

[stardeer-valley]

Spring 8, Year 3

With some downtime between waiting for crops to grow, not needing anything from the mines, and no urgent requests from townsfolk, Beep decided to fish in a spot he hadn't before after bringing a gift to Sophie. Coincidentally, this spot was home to the one fish he hadn't found before (according to his notes). Every other fish in the valley, and Ginger Island, but it was in the river close to Blue Moon Vineyard where he showed he mastered the art of baiting for fish.

He hadn't even unhooked the fish from his rod as he hurried over to Willy, eager to show off his achievement. His wings flapped so fast they were practically a blur, not in an attempt to fly, but as a need to get out his excited energy. Willy was very happy for Beep, having been there for the whole journey from the missing bamboo rod (that he later figured out Beep had taken), to now. Oddly enough he noticed Beep never ate any fish he caught, and seemed very intent on holding the rod far away from where the fish dangled from the hook. It was none of his business. Just meant Willy got to buy all the fish.

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I forgot to draw Beep's wings and didn't notice until I had already lined and coloured it. -facepalm- Also found out I'll be jobless by next year because the store I'm working at is relocating 40 minutes down the highway. Fun.

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Things different from canon; (AU???) Gramps never had an heir, or they never show/ed up. Stardew Valley Expanded; new maps, new NPCs, new events, a LOT of new stuff. The new “Farmer” is just a Weird Ass Deer. NPCs will respond/react accordingly.

This is my first time playing Stardew Valley Expanded. Please no spoilers if you play SVE.

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Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job #31: “Origins” | March 16, 2009 - 12:30AM | S04E06

In this episode we get to find out how it all began. When Tim met Eric. When Eric met Tim… they’ve never run a website before! What are they going to?

At the end of the opening sequence, we start flash back with photos of earlier Awesome Show, Tom Goes to the Mayor, and their acclaimed viral hits Humpers and Cat Film Festival. We’ve now traveled back to the auspicious occasion of Eric meeting Tim, who has cool long hair, a pair of devil sticks, and plenty of Gen-X ‘tude. Eric looks like he stepped out of the Funky Groovin’ video (not really, he looks much weirder, but I wrote this sentence before rewatching the Funky Groovin’ video and I think I literally misremembered him being dressed like he is in this episode). Tim’s name is Q, but Eric needs him to change it to Tim because he already bought the domain timanderic.com. Q, now Tim, agrees to join the team of Tims. 

I like this one fine, but I respect it for being high-effort and a little cinematic. There are funny jokes and lines. Tim’s delivery of “they’re devil sticks, anyone can use ‘em” is great. The fact that the website is being run out of a huge building with Foosball tables and shit is so funny. They do a pretty good job skewering the 90s dot com boom, moments before the bubble burst. It ends with the website being hacked, unfortunately, meaning Tim and Eric never become famous or make this show I’m writing up. So, sorry for wasting your time, everyone. None of this is real. Everything I talk about from here on out is fake and made-up. (Joel Hodgeson voice) It’s like they’re just making all that stuff up.

The Married News Team show up for the first time in a while. They do a Brule sketch that again plays up the tension between the three due to Jan and Brule’s clear attraction to one another. There isn’t much to this sketch, which basically amounts to Jan getting hooked up to a machine that reveals she’s horny. The best moment is when Brule reacts to Jan’s freaking bra. Wait, why am I skipping around? That wasn't the first standalone sketch!! AHHH!!! I am going crazy!

The first standalone sketch of the episode is “Make My Bub Bubs Bounce”, which features a pregnant woman demanding a line up of would-be suitors make her “bub bubs” “bounce”. This isn’t explained directly in the sketch, but her Bub Bubs are the two fetuses in her womb, who won’t dance to just anything. The three men try in vain to make the woman’s Bub-Bubs dance, but then the master, Palmer Scott, arrives via jet pack (this is taking place on a weird video-game style jet-propelled platform) and gets the Bub-Bub’s bouncing.

This one feels like the kind of thing they would’ve split up into small parts and scatter throughout the episode, but this gets to play out as a complete work. I respect art, and i consider this art. Also, the whole concept of “Bub-Bub’s” and them bouncing does come off like childish bullshit that anyone could come up with, sure, but the video component really elevates the material. Despite (or possibly because of) it’s simplicity, it has found a permanent home in my head, and I reference it frequently whenever talking about a small pet or objectifying a body part. It’s good, I like it and respect it. 

There’s also “Daymare”, which hearkens back to similar season one style bits of brief silliness. They’ve done a couple bits that remind of season one. Tim and Eric really did take things back to basics in this season, and you gotta admit that sounded really smart of me to say. 

There’s also the Cinco Mouth Decorator, which holds the distinguished honor of being one of the very few sketches from the show that I had absolutely zero memory of. It’s nothing special, and seems pretty easily digestible as far as Tim and Eric goes. This would be the kind of thing SNL would do and people would go “THIS IS LIKE TIM AND ERIC! WOW!”. This one has it’s moments, though. The weird linger at the end is good. 

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[the-story-forge]

⚠️Warning this story has extreme graphic adult content, viewer discretion is advised! ⚠

Chapter 3 - Scars

The staff hit his ankles, Eric cried out with pain, tasting the cold concrete against his face and the blood pool in his mouth.

“Try to watch your legs or you will always find yourself on the ground,” barked The Master.

“I am trying,” Eric attempted to give himself validation, but he knew The Master was right.

“Try harder!” The Master beat the staff into his chest knocking the wind out of his lungs.

Pain at that point meant nothing to him. He no longer felt it, he learned to live with it. Instead, he would use the pain to guide him.

Eric jumped up and took his stance, the staff flew to meet his temple, he blocked it with his palm and rejected the staff’s momentum, one move after the other, and this time he anticipated the staff going for his legs. Eric bent away from the staff turning just in time to get out of it’s way, it passed under him. He landed back on the mat letting the pain fuel his anger and hate allowing for his strength.

"Good," The Master’s fiery eyes complimented his hurt like oil complimented water. A malcontent of how he was, and the desire to change constantly drilled into him. Beneath that malcontent lay a desire to burn them all. Every day he was becoming stronger. Soon he would make them pay using the talents they had given him. His hate would be his guide, but he never expected it to take him as far as it had.

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Eric dropped down from the pull up bar onto the mat. He stretched his legs out, breathing in the rusty air of the storage locker. It was here that he trained and pushed his body to fitness limits. It was his own little "nest" of sorts. A Sparrow needed his nest, and this was his safe haven.

Eric wrapped his hands in bandages and hung a punching bag from the ceiling, he let punch after punch and kick after kick take him back to the beginning. When he was forced to become an un-killable weapon, the knowledge of every hand-to-hand combat style and a tolerance for pain like no normal man could and should have had.

As he drove his knuckles into the course, unwelcoming, rough leather of the bag, he remembered the times he was held down and whipped, the same feeling in his knuckles of pain. The blood that pooled from his back and the burns taking months to become healed only to have the flesh torn apart again.

Pain. It was all he knew.

He punched harder and harder. Eric felt the burning in his knuckles, the lack of breath in his chest and the sweat dripping from his forehead.

Exhausting days and sleepless nights of training, countless drills and fights, by the age of seven he had mastered Karate ad Kung Fu, by the age of nine Eric was a master of every known and some unknown styles of hand-to-hand combat and martial arts.

His childhood had been taken from him. He wondered if it was worth it, to become an animal numb to feeling. He wished he still felt something, but he couldn’t, at least that's what he thought until he met Rose. Somehow, he felt love, Rose had brought out feeling he didn't know existed in what was left of this buried soul inside him. Buried under the darkness and the screaming and the fires of rage.

Trauma after trauma drove him, keeping him awake. The fires that burned, hands clawing against the windows, the bodies and the screaming. He had left them all for dead and it haunted him.

Eric let out a scream, launching himself into the air, unleashing a mad fury of butterfly kicks to the punching bag, knocking it off of the hooks and sending it into the wall.

Eric reacted involuntarily, twisting in the air and falling onto his knees and hands. His shaggy thick brown hair reeked of sweat and clung to his forehead. For a moment he lay there breathless, suppressing it all away for the millionth time.

Eric didn't know how long he spent in the shower, letting the water wash away the sweat on his face and the blood on his knuckles, but yet the water could not clean his soul and consciousness from what had become of Eric Dror.

The truth was that the scars remained and always would, it was how he dealt with them that mattered. No matter the bruising and scarring he received, it only served as a reminder to push farther. In the end these scars were one thing to him above all else, reminders of the pain.

Eric breathed in deeply and applied the makeup to his eyes, he pulled the hood over his head and the mask over his face. Eric fastened the straps of the wrist hooks to his forearms and cocked the grapple cables into place. He grabbed his bag and threw it on his shoulder letting the pain drive him once more.

The Sparrow opened up the window and climbed up the fire escape to the roof, heading for where it all started, once more into the night as the savior of the people.

Written by Phoenix Rose

Characters and Story Created by Phoenix Rose

A Story Forge Production

[tokiro07]

Martial Master Asumi ch.3 thoughts

[DILF: Dad I’d LIke to Fight]

While the first two chapters were heavily focused on characterizing our main cast, this chapter focuses more on the meta of MMA, which is a very necessary shift for a sports manga to make considering that it’s about the sport

I really appreciate seeing Asumi analyzing and strategizing in real time, especially since it’s made so clear that he has no idea what he’s doing

Not that he isn’t capable of thinking on his feet and succeeding, as he does react well and earn praise from Okiba’s father, but his inexperience is on full display, giving us a clear baseline for the improvement he’s going to be undergoing as the story goes on

There are two ends of the spectrum for protagonists in sports manga: the genius and the rookie. You can either follow someone who’s amazing at the sport from the get-go and gets to show off against everyone else while imparting some kind of philosophical truth to everyone else with their skill, or you can follow someone with no experience or interest learning said philosophical truth from everyone else as they catch up

Hinomaru Zumou’s Hinomaru was the former, teaching other geniuses the value of perseverance, while Asumi is the latter, though exactly what lesson he has to learn really hasn’t been developed much yet. I’m guessing it will be something along the line of actually embracing his life instead of running from it

Asumi learning that MMA is fun is an important step, but interestingly it’s been portrayed as exclusively negative thus far, with a tendency to go too far and hurt his opponents. He’s been stopped every time so far, but sooner or later there will certainly be a time where no one is around to keep him in check and he’ll either really hurt someone or have the strength to self-regulate, and that’s going to be a huge moment for him

I also like the foreshadowing for the fingerlock from last chapter, where his grandpa beat him with a fingerlock, so naturally he tried to do the same thing to his opponent when he had the opportunity, not realizing that it was a foul. I think he also took his grandpa’s advice about “feeling the flow of power” instead of just “grabbing at anything,” considering that he was able to lead Okiba’s father into a position that would let him bring him to the ground and then consistently counter his attempts to break his holds

I do think that Kawada could have illustrated the choreography just a bit better, I feel like I couldn’t really follow the action very well. I was actually under the impression that Asumi “grabbing at anything” was him trying to grab his grandpa’s fingers not realizing it was an illegal move, but I realized that the framing of the panel makes it clear that the lock was painful, so it had to be Asumi

I think that drawing sumo, which is generally more straightfoward than MMA, might have somewhat limited Kawada’s ability for choreography, so I think drawing MMA will be a good challenge for him to broaden his art, and I’m excited to see how it grows from here

Speaking of Hinomaru Zumou transitioning to MMA, I have to figure that Kawada chose it specifically because he felt like he didn’t get to focus on Kunisaki enough. I’m hoping that we’ll actually get to see him in this series, maybe getting some updates on that lady he hooked up with in America and the baby they had. I love when authors connect their series together, and this one has a perfect opportunity. Maybe Okome will even be a major character in some way? I don’t know what year this is meant to take place relative to Hinomaru, so she could easily be either grown up or Asumi’s age

I’m expecting next week to be another character heavy chapter with the introduction of Kazuro. Admittedly I wasn’t expecting him to show up this quickly, I figured he’d show up in like...twenty to fifty chapters, maybe a few arcs in, not right at the beginning

I will say though that if he’d been introduced later, I probably would have taken it as a red flag since estranged family members are usually a sign of cancellation. Can’t wait to see how this plays out!

[matthew-mclaughlin]

Master Your Game: Choosing the Perfect Golf Ball for Your Unique Playing Style

Golf is a game where every detail counts. Even the most minor adjustments can make a difference from your swing to your stance. One of the most overlooked but impactful decisions you can make is selecting the right golf ball. With so many options available, each boasting unique features designed to optimize distance, spin, control, and feel, finding the ideal golf ball tailored to your playing style can significantly improve your performance. This comprehensive guide will walk you through everything you need to know to pick the perfect golf ball for your game.

Why Golf Ball Selection Matters

Choosing the right golf ball is more than a cosmetic choice or brand loyalty. The ball you play with directly affects your shots' trajectory, spin, distance, and consistency. A ball that complements your swing speed and skill level can help maximize distance off the tee, provide better control around the greens, and deliver the feel you want when putting. Conversely, using a ball unsuited to your style may hamper your progress and frustrate you on the course.

Understanding the fundamentals of golf ball construction, compression, feel, spin characteristics, and durability will help you narrow your options and improve your overall game.

Breaking Down Golf Ball Construction

Golf balls vary in construction and are typically categorized by the number of layers: two-piece, three-piece, and four-piece models. Each construction type targets specific player needs.

Two-piece golf balls have a solid core and a durable outer cover. These balls excel in distance and durability, offering less spin and more forgiveness on off-center hits. Beginners and high-handicap golfers often prefer two-piece balls because they help maximize distance with less concern about controlling spin.

Three-piece and four-piece balls are designed with additional layers to enhance spin control, feel, and shot-shaping ability. They have softer cores and often feature urethane covers, which provide superior greenside control and a smoother feel. These balls are suited for intermediate to advanced players who can consistently strike the ball and want to execute precise shots.

Compression: Matching Your Swing Speed

Compression measures how much a golf ball deforms under impact and plays a crucial role in how the ball performs with different swing speeds. Compression ratings range from around 40 (soft) to over 100 (firm). Golfers with slower swing speeds (under 90 mph) benefit from low-compression balls (typically 70 and below). These softer balls compress more easily, resulting in higher launch angles and more distance. They also reduce side spin, which helps minimize common problems like slicing.

Faster swingers (over 90 mph) need balls with higher compression (90 and above). Firmer balls resist deformation, allowing them to transfer energy more efficiently and produce consistent ball flights. Using a ball with too low compression for a high swing speed can lead to excessive spin and loss of control.

Feel and Spin: The Art of Control

The feel is a personal preference and refers to how the ball reacts on impact, especially in your hands and during short shots. Softer balls provide a more responsive and cushioned feel, which many golfers prefer for putting and chipping. Urethane covers are often used to enhance this softness.

Spin influences how the ball behaves in the air and after landing. High-spin balls give you more stopping power and control on approach shots, vital for skilled players looking to hold greens and shape shots. Conversely, low-spin balls reduce side spin, helping players who struggle with hooks and slices maintain straighter ball flights.

Adjusting your ball's spin characteristics might provide the solution if your game suffers from erratic ball flights or difficulty holding greens.

Balancing Durability and Price

Golf ball durability varies significantly based on construction and materials. Two-piece balls generally offer better durability because of their harder covers, making them ideal for players who frequently lose balls or play in rough conditions.

Multi-layer balls with urethane covers offer a better feel and control but tend to scuff and cut more easily. They usually come with a higher price tag and are often chosen by players prioritizing performance over cost. While premium balls can improve your game, balancing performance benefits and how much you are willing to spend is essential. For casual or beginner golfers, mid-range balls often provide the best value.

Considering Course and Weather Conditions

The courses you play and the prevailing weather conditions can affect the type of ball that suits you best. On firm and fast courses, higher-spin balls can help you stop the ball quickly on the green. On softer courses, a ball with more roll can provide extra distance.

Weather also impacts ball performance. Cold temperatures make balls less compressible, reducing distance, so balls designed for colder climates can be beneficial. Similarly, high humidity and altitude changes can alter ball flight dynamics. These factors can help you select a ball that performs well under your typical playing conditions.

Try Before You Buy: The Importance of Testing

Because individual preferences and playing styles vary widely, testing different balls is the best way to find your perfect fit. Many manufacturers offer trial packs or sample sets, enabling you to try various models cheaply.

Pay close attention to how each ball performs regarding distance, accuracy, spin, and feel during practice and play. Tracking technology and launch monitors can provide valuable insights if you can access them. Working with a professional club fitter or coach can help identify the best ball for your swing characteristics and goals.

Skill Level and Goals: What Matters Most

Your skill level is significant in determining the right ball for you. Beginners often need a ball that maximizes distance and forgiveness, while advanced players might prioritize spin control and feel.

Consider your goals, too. If you want to improve your short game and lower your scores, balls with softer covers and higher spin may offer an advantage. If increasing driving distance is your main objective, look for balls that deliver maximum distance and low spin off the tee.

Final Thoughts: Personalizing Your Golf Ball Choice

Selecting the perfect golf ball is a key step toward mastering your game. By understanding how ball construction, compression, feel, spin, durability, and playing conditions interact with your unique style, you can make an informed choice that enhances your performance.

Don’t rush the process—test different balls, analyze how they work with your swing, and listen to your preferences. The right golf ball will help you hit longer, straighter drives, control approach shots, and feel confident on the greens.

Golf is a journey of constant improvement, and choosing the right ball is one of the easiest ways to boost your game. Take the time to find your ideal match and watch your enjoyment and scores soar.

This guide aims to help golfers of all levels understand the complexities behind golf ball selection and choose the right one for their unique playing style. Making an educated choice will bring you closer to consistently playing your best golf.

[andrewsobko]

The Power of Boxing: A Journey Through Strength, Strategy, and Immortality

Boxing is one of the most celebrated combat sports in the world, captivating fans with its explosive energy, mental toughness, and strategic depth. At its core, boxing is not simply about the physical act of fighting but about mastering a delicate balance of strength, strategy, and the desire to build a lasting legacy. To truly excel in the ring, boxers must harness their inner power, sharpen their technique, and create a mark on history that transcends the sport.

Strength: The Foundation of a Champion’s Will

Strength is undeniably one of a fighter's most critical attributes in boxing. Yet, strength in boxing is about more than just the ability to lift weights or throw powerful punches; the combination of endurance, conditioning, and inner resilience enables a boxer to keep going when the odds seem stacked against them.

A strong boxer understands that true power comes from the body working in harmony, generating force through the arms, legs, torso, and core. Each punch, whether a jab or a knockout hook, requires a full-body effort to maximize impact. However, strength is not just about brute force. It’s about knowing when to exert energy and when to conserve it, being patient and calculated in one’s approach.

A boxer’s mental strength is just as crucial as their physical strength. They must endure the psychological pressure of a fight, face setbacks and adversity head-on, and push past exhaustion when the going gets tough. The true strength of a boxer lies in their ability to remain calm, composed, and focused, no matter the obstacles they face in the ring.

Strategy: The Art of Outthinking Your Opponent

While power may be essential in boxing, strategy is the secret to victory. A boxer who lacks strategic thinking is merely a fighter throwing punches, but a boxer with a well-thought-out game plan becomes a tactician, systematically breaking down their opponent's defenses. The art of strategy in boxing involves more than just reacting to an opponent’s moves; it’s about anticipating their next move and controlling the fight's pace.

Mastering strategy means knowing when to attack when to defend, and when to outmaneuver your opponent. Successful boxers constantly calculate their next move, whether setting up a devastating punch or avoiding an opponent's dangerous counter. A well-executed strategy involves exploiting weaknesses in an opponent’s defense, using footwork to create angles, and controlling the fight through precise, methodical strikes.

Strategic thinking also means adjusting to the situation in real-time. A fighter must quickly adapt to an opponent's tactics, recognizing patterns and changing their approach mid-fight. Those who master boxing strategy understand that they can’t rely solely on power—intelligent decisions in battle often determine the outcome.

Legacy: Becoming an Icon Beyond the Ring

The true essence of boxing lies not only in the strength and skill of the fighters but in the legacy they leave behind. A boxer’s legacy is shaped by their accomplishments, impact on the sport, and ability to inspire future generations. While winning titles is a goal for many, how a boxer carries themselves both inside and outside the ring defines their lasting influence.

Boxers like Muhammad Ali, Rocky Marciano, and Sugar Ray Leonard have etched their names into history for their victories and their ability to transcend the sport. Their personalities, contributions to boxing, and actions outside the ring have made them icons, leaving a legacy that inspires athletes and fans alike. A great boxer’s legacy is about how they change the game, break barriers, and encourage others to reach for greatness.

In boxing, legacy is often built by pushing the boundaries of what is possible. Legendary boxers are remembered for their skill, determination, and character, becoming more than just fighters—they become symbols of human potential and achievement. The accurate measure of a boxer’s legacy is not the titles they win but how they leave an indelible mark on the sport and its culture.

Power, Strategy, and Legacy: The Perfect Balance

The greatest boxers are distinguished by their ability to blend power, strategy, and legacy. Each component plays a vital role in ensuring a boxer's success in the ring, but the balance between these elements defines true mastery.

A fighter who relies too heavily on power may fail to recognize the nuances of strategy, leaving them vulnerable to skilled opponents. On the other hand, someone overly focused on strategy may lack the knockout potential needed to end a fight decisively. The true mastery of boxing lies in understanding when to rely on power and when to employ strategic thinking to outclass the opponent.

Moreover, a boxer’s legacy is a product of how they navigate this delicate balance. It’s about pushing the limits of power and technique while contributing to the sport’s evolution. A lasting legacy isn’t just about triumphs in the ring—it’s about inspiring others to take on the challenge of boxing, revolutionizing how the sport is viewed, and leaving a lasting impression on the culture.

Boxing: A Timeless Pursuit of Greatness

Boxing is not merely a sport; it’s an art form that requires a unique combination of strength, strategy, and the relentless pursuit of legacy. Every punch thrown is a step towards mastery, every strategy implemented is a lesson learned, and every victory achieved is a piece of history. Pursuing greatness in boxing is a lifelong journey that transcends the confines of the ring, inspiring others to follow in the footsteps of those who have reached the pinnacle.

For those who commit themselves fully to the art of boxing, the rewards go beyond titles and recognition. They leave behind a legacy that inspires the boxing community and the world beyond, proving that one can achieve immortality in the sport with the right balance of power, strategy, and purpose.

[sruthypm]

MERN Stack Training in Kochi – Master Full-Stack Development with Techmindz

In today’s fast-paced digital world, full-stack development is one of the most sought-after skills in the tech industry. The MERN stack — comprising MongoDB, Express.js, React.js, and Node.js — powers some of the most dynamic and high-performing web applications in use today. If you're looking to build a career in modern web development, MERN stack training in Kochi at Techmindz is the perfect starting point.

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If you're serious about a career in web development, enrolling in MERN stack training in Kochi at Techmindz is a decision you won’t regret. With expert trainers, hands-on learning, and career guidance, Techmindz empowers you with the skills needed to thrive in today’s tech industry.

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Top 10 Trends in ReactJS Development for 2024: A Guide for Web Developers

Introduction:

As we step into 2024, ReactJS continues to be a frontrunner in web development, offering developers a powerful and flexible library for building user interfaces. To stay at the forefront of this dynamic ecosystem, it's essential to be aware of the latest trends shaping ReactJS development. This blog post serves as your roadmap to the top 10 trends in ReactJS development for 2024. Whether you're a seasoned web developer or just starting your journey with ReactJS, these trends will play a pivotal role in shaping the landscape of web development.

1. Embracing Concurrent Mode:

Step into the future with Concurrent Mode, a set of new features in React that help apps stay responsive and gracefully adjust to the user's device capabilities and network speed. Asynchronous rendering and the ability to pause, resume, or cancel rendering tasks are some of the game-changing capabilities that Concurrent Mode brings to ReactJS development in 2024.

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2. Server Components for Improved Performance:

Server components represent a paradigm shift in ReactJS development, moving the rendering logic to the server. This allows for improved performance as only the necessary HTML, CSS, and JavaScript are sent to the client, reducing the initial load time. Server components pave the way for a more efficient and scalable ReactJS architecture.

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3. Adopting React Hooks for Stateful Logic:

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4. Integrating with TypeScript for Type Safety:

TypeScript's popularity continues to soar, and in 2024, integrating it with ReactJS development is a prevailing trend. TypeScript provides static typing, catching potential errors during development rather than runtime. This leads to more robust, maintainable, and scalable React applications.

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5. State Management with Recoil:

Recoil emerges as a trendsetter in state management for React applications. This experimental state management library by Facebook simplifies the management of shared state in complex applications, offering a flexible and scalable solution.

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6. Progressive Web Apps (PWAs) for Enhanced User Experience:

Progressive Web Apps continue to dominate the ReactJS development landscape in 2024. PWAs offer an app-like experience on the web, with features like offline support, push notifications, and fast loading times. Integrating React with the PWA architecture enhances user engagement and satisfaction.

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7. Enhanced Accessibility with React Aria:

Accessibility remains a critical aspect of web development, and in 2024, React Aria takes center stage. This library provides a set of React hooks for building accessible components, making it easier for developers to create applications that are inclusive and user-friendly.

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8. Automated Testing with React Testing Library:

In the realm of ReactJS development, automated testing is not just a trend but a necessity. React Testing Library simplifies the testing process by focusing on testing the application from the user's perspective. In 2024, this library continues to be a go-to tool for ensuring the reliability of React applications.

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9. Component-Based Architecture with Storybook:

Storybook remains a staple in ReactJS development, providing a robust environment for developing, testing, and showcasing UI components in isolation. In 2024, Storybook continues to support a component-driven development approach, fostering collaboration and efficiency.

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10. Serverless Functions for Scalability:

Embrace the serverless trend in 2024 for scalable React applications. Serverless functions allow developers to run backend code without managing servers, providing a cost-effective and scalable solution for handling specific functionalities.

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[chicken-in-a-basket]

Super Heavyweight God Gravion Side Story

G's Tragedy

Episode 3 (3 episodes total)

Episode 1 Episode 2

Eiji conceals himself in a corner of a dimly lit hallway. Fortunately, he hasn't been found by his pursuers yet. Previously, when he snuck into the North Tower with Mizuki, the knowledge he acquired from her teaching him where to navigate so he won't activate sensors or observation devices has paid off.

What worries him is Tuile's health. She was covered in blood and collapsed. What's happened to her since? It would nice if she's all right. Well, what's the point of thinking about these things?

Then he realizes he has stepped into the daily living block. In addition to the medical room where Tuile is receiving treatment, this place has a bath, a laundry, and a changing room for the maids. Suddenly, Eiji notices something with his nose. A good smell drifts his way. It's the smell of soup. Since it's the daily living block, of course, there's a kitchen nearby. Perhaps today's breakfast is being prepared. His stomach grumbles. He can't resist the seduction of this smell. He figures he can get something to eat if he sneaks into the kitchen. He also figures he can check on Tuile's condition in the medical treatment room later.

Eiji quietly opens the kitchen door. All of a sudden, from behind the door, Cookie forcefully pulls it open.

"Mr. Eiji, I won't let you escape now," says Cookie as she grabs Eiji by the collar.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!"

Sandman says, "So you've come, Eiji."

Eiji reacts to Sandman's voice.

Inside the room enveloped by the smell of soup, Sandman, Raven, Luna, Leele, and Ena are lined up. Luna puts an aghast expression on her face and sighs.

"sigh When I heard from Sandman we were going to fish you out with food, I thought that was ridiculous, but now I see you got caught easily, hook, line, and sinker."

Leele worriedly stares at Eiji and says, "Eiji…"

Eiji grunts.

"Argh!"

Eiji suddenly twists his body and escapes from Cookies clutches.

Raven says, "Wait, Eiji! Tuile's…"

Without caring what Raven has to say, he runs through the hall at full speed and turns a corner. Suddenly, someone's kick comes flying.

"Whoa!"

He reflexively dodges and stands on guard.

Mizuki says, "Well done. Just in case, I was lying in wait, but compared to that time you snuck into my room, you seem to have grown," and chuckles. Then without a moment's delay, she attacks continuously. It is a combination of a thrust, elbow, knee, and a spin kick.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

While no one has an idea where she learned everything, Mizuki's martial arts prowess is first rate. Amazingly, Eiji regains his balance and turns his back on her to try to escape. However, Toga is in front of him.

"This is the end of the line, Eiji."

Toga has a grim look in his eyes. He's in combat mode. Eiji is all too familiar with those eyes. When this happens, Toga's personality changes. Other than defeating the enemy, he thinks of nothing. Eiji stands up on his guard as well. Taking a glance behind him, he sees Mizuki with her hands on her hips, having changed into a spectator.

She says, "I won't interfere, so you two go at it."

That is her attitude.

"Master Toga!" The three mini-maids, and later, Sandman, Luna, and the others come running. Toga shields the three mini-maids with his back turned against them.

He says to them, "It's dangerous. Step back."

Eiji thought, "Wow. Even in combat mode, he can take the children into consideration. I wonder if he's growing too," but that thought only lasts a moment. Toga's highly trained combat attacks assault Eiji. Punches and kicks several levels faster than Mizuki's come flying in and cut through the air along with the sound. Eiji can barely dodge them. He always faces Toga as an opponent in martial arts training, but he hasn't won, even once. There was that one time when he landed a punch into Toga's face outside of practice, though.

Toga's attacks keep increasing in speed. As Eiji frantically dodges, a sweat drop develops onhis brow.

Inside the castle's passageway, the battle between Eiji and Toga is unfolding. Eiji is dodging Toga's stinging thrusts and kicks by the skin of his teeth. The people gathered at the spot - Sandman and Raven. Luna, Leele, Mizuki, and Ena, the Gran Knights, and the maids - all of them have had their breath taken away and are staring at the combat.

Raven asks, "Aren't you going to stop this, Sandman?"

Sandman replies to Raven by saying, "No, this battle is too beautiful. It would be a shame to make them stop."

This is definitely a clash between high level attacking techniques and defensive techniques. However, it cannot be said they are even. Eiji is fully on the defensive and has no breathing room to counterattack.

(Eiji thinks, "This… this guy is ridiculously strong! In that case, this is sink or swim!")

Eiji makes up his mind in an instant. Toga's stinging punch comes to assault him. He draws in on the punch until the very last moment and then, on his own, falls down on his back, facing up. Toga reacts momentarily and changes his line of sight to look down. This becomes a slight opening. The punch's path, his line of sight, his sense of balance; these three factors made his concentration crumble momentarily.

"Gotcha!"

Eiji unleashes a kick as he falls down. However, Toga's surprisingly quick reflexes and his body's flexibility allow him to dodge the attack, leap, and fall to one side. Eiji quickly gets up. He instantaneously closes the distance between himself and Toga to throw a punch! Toga doesn't dodge. He unleashes a punch as well, at lightning fast speed. It appears to be a cross counter. Toga's speed and power is a level higher than those of Eiji's. However, Eiji threw a punch first. No one knows who'll fall down until a punch connects.

At that very moment, "Whoa! Please slop!" Hearing the ditzy voice, Eiji and Toga lose their balance and their punches end up hitting nothing but air.

"Tuile!"

Everyone looks toward the source of the voice. The blue-haired operator maid, Tuile, all of a sudden has run toward where everyone was at.

Tuile says, "Master Toga, Mr. Eiji, please don't fight over me anymore!"

Tessera asks, "Well, they're not really fighting over you but… well, is it all right for you to be up already?"

"Yes. I'm perfectly fine."

"Tuile, you're all right," adds Eiji as he wobbles and sits down on the spot.

"Tuile, what happened? Why were you collapsed inside the Attacker's cockpit?"

Tuile answers Marinia's questions by explaining, "Well. Actually, I wanted to dye my hair red to make it look like Tessera's. I wanted to surprise everyone and tried to dye it in secret in the hangar, but Thoria and the others came in. Then when I quickly hid in the Attacker's cockpit, Mr. Eiji was asleep so I was surprised, tripped, hit my hand on the console, and the canopy closed. Then I fell on the floor and hit my head. Bonk."

"…and that's why you were passed out inside the locked cockpit with Eiji," adds Mizuki with a sense of astonishment in her voice.

Cookie glares at Tuile with a scary face and says, "Tuile, there's a limit as to how much you're allowed to make others panic."

Tuile replies, "Oh. I'm sorry."

Brigitta asks, "But why were you in your underwear?"

Tuile answers, "Oh. Well, if red hair dye gets onto the maid outfit, washing it is going to be a problem, right?"

A feeling of listlessness dominates the spot. Among all the tired faces, only Toga goes back to his usual happy-go-lucky mood, smiles, and says, "This is great, Eiji. You're cleared."

"Of course! You guys chased me, an innocent and faithful person, around. You guys, reflect on your own conduct a little."

At that moment, Thoria adds, "By the way, Mr. Eiji. This was inside the Attacker's cockpit. A dress-up Mari doll. Does this belong to you?," and presents a doll, which has a dislodged right shoulder joint.

Luna screams, "Hey! That's my doll! That's my treasure, something my father bought for me when I was little!"

Hearing Luna's voice, Eiji's face stiffens up.

Leele asks, "Huh? Eiji, weren't you in the Attacker to practice piloting?" and looks at Eiji with suspicion.

Luna adds, "I'd like to know what's going on." Being glared at by Luna, Eiji perspires some greasy sweat.

"Well, uh… that is… Yesterday, when we had tea with everyone in your room, I inadvertently stepped on it. I figured I'd fix it in some place I wouldn't be found. Heh, heh, heh…"

Luna shouts, "Don't 'heh heh heh' me! Hold it right there!"

Now, a game of tag between Eiji and Luna starts. The relentless pursuit continues until dawn, and when Eiji is finally caught, he is severely reprimanded by Luna. Later on, as punishment for causing the maids so much trouble, he is forced to participate in a game and is stripped naked.

However, that's another story. That is a story for "Gravion Zwei."

The End.

Written by Fumihiko Shishige, main story script specialist. Please support the second series, "Super Heavyweight God Gravion Zwei," as well!

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