#Tips to rank 1st

[ravenstreet-partners]

[pixlpxie]

Ranking how rideable ateez's noses are👃🏻

1) Seonghwa

Extremely prominent bone structure. Not only is it big, but it also has 🫦texture🫦to it, you would definitely feel it at all the correct spots

2) Mingi

Its big, long, structured and it's sharp. That pointy tip would press against you so perfectly and that lenght would get *into* you

3) Wooyoung

Are you seeing that hook? Yes. That's all I have to say.

4) Yunho

Now in my heart hes the 1st yall already know that. I dont know how but his nose is never the same in two pics ever like such an interesting nose structure it just constantly shapeshifts. Anyway, I would sell my soul to ride that shit. Its both hooked and wide and, like everything on his body, its long. I love his nose.

5) Yeosang

His nose is actually the most prominent nose along with Seonghwa and Wooyoung, its wide, strong and big hed make you feel full but i put him below Yunho bc his nose is tiny bit sharper but honestly they're almost equal

6) Hongjoong

It's small but sharp as fuck, its so pointy it'd actually push against you so perfectly but had to rank him a little lower bc its not as *big* but honestly idc id ride it like im the mf rhodeo

7) San

Naw bro i don't know why im ranking him at 7, its literally the perfect nose. Would fit perfectly. He's at 7 bc compared to others he has less texture to his nose, its the perfect size, lenght and its straight as well so

8) Jongho

Literally has the nose that ppl pay thousands of dollars on plastic surgery to be able to have a nose like this, literally show a picture of his nose for the perfect button nose. It is also why he is the last, its still massively rideable pls don't get me wrong, but its small and low bridged, and its rather rounded. But imma still fuck that nose idc

[theanonymousninja247]

Random Turtle HC: Raph & Anxiety

*clears throat and approaches microphone before hitting whiteboard with a ruler* A-HEM! Behold my theories peasants!

As we see expresses in the VERY 1st episode of ROTTMNT, the turtles can recognize each others signature scents and can smell fear.

Raph especially is shown briefly through the brothers dialogue to be the most aware and self conscious about said scent to the point of becoming defensive about it.

This leads me to believe that due to both natural biological olfactory senses and increased abilities due to mutation, the turtle brothers (with an advanced ability tipping to Raph due to his size and sensitivity) can actually smell the hormone cortisol.

WebMD defines cortisol as, “Your body’s main stress hormone. It works with certain parts of your brain to control your mood, motivation, and fear.”

Simply put, the turtle boys can literally smell fear.

Now I know you’re asking yourself, “Okaaaaaay cool fun fact I guess, what does that have to do anything with me?”

*takes a step back and adjust glasses with a smirk*

My dear dear fellow tumblr, allow me to share the wonders of mixing fact, madness and media all in one! *sounds of maniacal cackling can be heard*

(I wrote this with the intent to be platonic but it could be romantic if you squint long enough)

•So we've established Raph can smell fear right?

•As a protective big brother who is quite literally in fact “BIG” he knows a thing or two about getting scared

• Especially when it comes to looking out for people he cares about

•Hes been fighting baddies for his family since he was a tot! From keeping away scary dreams at night, from crushed ancient metal zombies to terrifying alien virus monsters, there ain't much he hasn't seen

•So when you join the ranks of the Mad Dogz, you immediately also get a built in prtoector

•Raphs been looking out for the little guys his whole life, what's one more?

•Not to mention you're kinda cute, so he doesn't mind sticking around a little bit closer

•But you're different than most folks, Raph notices. I mean besides the fact that you WILLING want to be friends with 4 mutant turtles of all things.

•No besides your abnormal incredible bravery in looking beyond the status quo to reach out the hand of friendship to these reckless reptiles, Raph noticed that you just kind of…smelled

•Not in a bad way or anything just…you always seemed to have a lingering scent of fear on you

•And Raph would know. Hed recognize that scent anywhere. It's a scent that ghosts every hour of every day for him. Nighttime and being alone especially.

•Raph hates being scared. He's the biggest and the oldest. He's supposed to look after his peeps! And he can't do that if he's frozen with fear all the time!

•So what does he do? Raph faces the problem head on like he always do.

•You get scared a lot. That's understandable, but Raph decides to make it his business that you don't need to be scared when he's around.

•Raph’ll protect ya

•Be prepared to have this turtle subtly (orrer not to much so because although he's a ninja he ain't exactly tactful or subtle) watching you every time you and the gang get all together

•Its not hard. You've always caught his attention for some reason or another. So looking at you is something he does without even realizing it.

•He’s looking for triggers, anything that gets that heart rate of yours spiking and that scent start to waft.

•Fidgeting hands, bouncing knees, shutting down and slinking into your hoodie, nervous chewing, pulling or playing with your hair and pacing, he's got eyes on it all.

•Once a trigger has been spotted, Raph immediately tries to locate the source

•Too many people? Suddenly you find a 6ft something giant turtle behind you, letting you know with his massive presence alone that he got your back. Literally.

•He kinda likes this position because he can see everyone that comes close enough to interact with you and everybody can see him.

•All he's got to do is narrow his eyes a little a give em a flash of that all too familiar snaggle tooth of his if he thinks someone's being mean and he gets his unspoken threat across just fine

•Not to mention you're also close enough to grab if someone he doesn't deem fit for your attention gets a little too close for his liking. But he doesn't say that part out loud.

•Scared of talking? You suddenly feel the cool tip of his massive scaely alligator tail (anatomically correct alligator tail be darned, I'm going with the fandoms HCs for this one) gently wrapping around your ankle as a physical reminder that he's right there here to support you

•Overwhelmed and the world feels like it's closing in on you? Raphs massive size is a natural battering ram that allows him to pass through thick crowds with easy. He's not afraid to help heard you into a quiet little corner away from it all

•Years of practice with Donnie allows him the experience to ask you if you're good with touch.

•If yes, you know you're going to be instantly wrapped into his arms, pulled flushed up against the worn keratin of his plastron. Raph’s always been more of “hands-on experience” kinda of guy anyway.

•Raph gives good hugs. They're firm and tight, padded with the security of arms who have been holding the weight of the world for years.

•He will rest his chin on top of your head, gently guiding your head with the motion ever so slightly so you're somehow perfectly nestled right against his heart.

•It's a loud heart, especially when you're up so close. It's actually his strongest muscle and one he's most proud of. He cares about you, so he reckons he’ll allow you the privilege of getting close to it. In more ways than one.

•Raph doesn't talk much during these special security hugs. He's never really been much good with words anyways. Raph knows sometimes the noise can be too much, but he also knows that the silence can be defeaning. So being a turtle comes with some built in perks that make up a happy medium.

•Hes got a special churr saved for special situations just like this one. It's one of the lowest and deepest ones he's capable of making. More akin to a muted growl more than anything the way it vibrates his chest as you're pressed up against it. You can feel it more than hear it and it just takes a handful of minutes listening to this bad boy before Raph can sense your fear stink slowly dissipating and your natural sweet scent can return.

•Raph can smell fear, and there's something incredibly humbling for this Atlas of a turtle to have the sweet experience of watching that scent drift away whenever he gets the privilege of being close to you like this.

•”You don't need to be scared no more, Sweet Pea. Raph’s got ya. I'm gonna be right here until you're ready to face the world again. Until then, let me just hold ya.”

Dedicated to the one and only @anobodyinabog. Sorry this took so long,but I hope your day gets better Shortcake. Please know you're always looked out for and loved ok? 🧡❤️

[cryptidclaw]

Fogtalon!

Design Notes:

pretty much just a redraw of my last design for her, only change is that she has two blind eyes caused by different things!

Character Bio:

Fogtalon

(White-eye/One-eye)

Lesbian; Molly; she/her

Age as of 1st arc's beginning: 12 cycles, 3 moons; ~65 Hyrs

Age as of 1st arc's end: 14 cycles, 1 moon; ~72 Hyrs

Title meaning: -talon = a cat who is very skilled in battle; they fight ferociously with their claws

Warrior -> Guard Charge -> Elder of Thunder Order

Mother: Harepounce

Father: Stagleap

Siblings: Specklesnap

Mate: Leopardfoot

Kits (donor: Sparrowpelt): Mousebite; Birdflight

Grandkits:  Sandstorm; Flint; Poppy

Other notable kin: Squirrelflight (grandkit); Leafpool (grandkit); Foxleap (grandkit); Icecloud (grandkit)

Character Summary:

As a kit Fogtalon contracted a horrible eye infection in one eye which left it permanently blind and cloudy. this didnt stop her from becoming one of the best warriors of the Order in her time. She even raised to the rank of Guard Charge before she retired.

Fogtalon's other eye was lost in battle but she was already close to retirement at the time so she chose to just fully retire. "Look i know I COULD still be a better warrior than most of you even if I cant see shit, but im fuckin old and tired so im retiring." - Fogtalon probably

Fogtalon had her first kit, Mousebite, with her good friend Sparrowpelt. They aren't mates, they just both wanted kits!

Fog later became mates with Leopardfoot after Star Pineheart left the Order. Fog decided to have a second litter after this with Sparrow as the sire again, this time however Leopard raised the resulting kit (Birdflight) alongside them!

Fog has a similar personality to Mousebite, they are both tough snarky ladies <3

Fog and Leopard retired to the elders den together and are two of the elders during TPB!

...

[Image ID: a digital drawing of Fogtalon an AU version of One-eye/White-eye from warrior cats. She is sitting with her left side showing and she is smiling with an amused expression on her face. She is a short furred light gray-blue ticked tabby molly with one missing eye and one cloudy white and yellow eye. She is mostly a light gray blue with darker gray blue stripes on her legs, tail and face. She has white on her muzzle, paws, chest and tail tip. She has tears in her ears, claw mark scars over her right eye which is an empty socket, and she has a few scars on the rest of her body. Her inner ears, nose and scars are all light pink./End ID]

[atlaculture]

Cultural Fashion: Earth King Kuei Pt. 1 - Head & Shoulders

The “Cultural Fashion” posts that no one asked for! ^_^

The Earth King’s design is inspired by the dress of Qing Dynasty emperors (1636–1912) in their royal portraits. Starting from the top: The hat worn is called a cháoguān (朝冠) in Mandarin, meaning “court hat”, and a mahala (ᠮᠠᡥᠠᠯᠠ ) in Manchu, meaning “morning crown”. This hat was only allowed to be worn by Qing emperors and members of the imperial family. The chaoguan came in two styles: one for cold weather (what the Earth King wears) and one for warm weather (pictured here).

Moving on to the neck, the little collar-cape is called a pī lǐng (披领), meaning “detachable collar”. This collar was worn by members of the imperial family, nobility, and court officials for formal occasions. The necklace is called a cháozhū (朝珠), meaning “court beads”. Traditionally, chaozhu were only allowed to be worn by Qing dynasty emperors, members of the imperial family, 1st through 5th rank imperial civil officials, and military officials above the 4th rank. The chaozhu of an emperor was typically composed of multiple valuable materials such as pearl, coral, amber, jade, and other precious stones. For animation purposes, the Earth King’s simplified chaozhu is composed exclusively of jade beads.

Fun Fact: Chaozhu were actually inspired by Tibetan prayer beads! However, they lost their religious connotation once they became adopted as court dress.

In Part 2, we’ll cover Earth King Kuei’s clothing and shoes.

Like what I’m doing? Tips always appreciated, never expected. ^_^

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[kiwikipedia]

Now I’m Not Saying That I Should Be Allowed To Design Servants For Fate, But....

Summer Unit, Caster Chiron has Arrived! As the immortal Caretaker and Teacher of Mount Pelion, there’s little doubt that he knows all the tips and tricks to survive a coastal month in the sun. What’s that? The Constellation is wrong? Sagittarius? Don’t be silly, Chiron’s always embodied the Constellation Centaurus. Always.

Costume Dress(es), Individual Stills for the new Sprites (Asc 3), Notes, and Taglist below the cut :)

That "Always" bit is meant to be somewhat ominous which hints at the whole "rewriting and creating heroes" idea in my last post about this Eternal Summer Stage event.

And if i am to be 100% honest, I don't quite like the final result still in terms of the toga, however, I know that if I keep working on it it will never get done and that's just the way that artists are lol. The effects and everything else though? Beyond what I was even expecting for it to turn out as.

Anywho.

In terms of design, I was mostly just going for the "Dad who has the Cooler" with a casual look for the first two designs and the costume dress really isn't a drastic change either just being called Hatless. The final ascension was a more divine feel where you get that connection with the stars and space that Chiron has due to his constellations. The Costume change there is just "Divine Blessing". I honestly couldn't pick between the two colors so. Costume Dress.

So. Anyways. Each of the stars in the final ascension design are the major "Centauri" stars within Centaurus, the Constellation that Chiron/his NP is embodying here rather than Sagittarius.

The large star that Chiron has in hand is Theta Centauri, also called Menkent, and then the ones on the staff are Alpha-Gamma Centauri.

The top three stars are Alpha Centauri or Rigil Kentaurus and Toliman, and Proxima Centauri. The three make up the full Alpha Centauri as the two blue stars are a binary system that Proxima orbits

The middle two are Beta Centauri or Hadar and Agena, another binary star pair

The lower two are Gamma Centauri which is another binary star group but are unnamed

Actually, the myth of Centaurus is a little wonky because certain texts refer to Centaurus as the Father of all Centaurs and the constellation is because he put an image of himself in the sky where others point to it being the other constellation that Zeus turned Chiron into instead of Sagittarius. Honestly, I'm more inclined to the latter due to conflicting texts about mount Pelion and the Centaurs themselves as it's implied that Chiron was already on Pelion before the other Centaurs arrived in some texts

("The Kentauroi were spawned by the cloud-nymph Nephele after she was violated by the impious Lapith king Ixion. She deposited her double-formed brood on Mount Pelion where they were nursed by the daughters of the immortal kentauros Kheiron (Chiron).")

So at least in this/my version of Myth/Fate, Centaurus is Chiron as a Caster and Healer but no less a teacher, rather than the more combat-ready and "war-like" Sagittarius.

I don't have everything mapped out, but I do have skills and NP sorta created, if I actually ever get to the full thing, who is to say lmao.

1st Skill: Seaside Planning

Buffs Healing Skill (self), Attack up (all units)

2nd Skill: Teacher's Guiding Hand

Target Focus (1 turn), Invincibility (1 turn), Defense up for all units, Battlefield change to Forest

3rd Skill: Blessing of Artemis / Blessing of Apollo (costume change)

Applies "Blessings of the Moon" or “Blessings of the Sun” to all units ( Defense Up, Heal Per Turn, NP gain Up, Crit Up)

Noble Phantasm: Hunt of Lupus: Protector of Mount Pelion | Quick

Rank: A NP Type: Anti-Personnel Range: 5-99 Maximum Targets: 1

A single target Noble Phantasm much like Antares Snipe, however, while Sagittarius uses a bow, Centaurus uses his staff to sweep through and pierce the body of Lupus. This is the story of Chiron. However, here, his job is not finished. The slaying of "Lupis" ends, and thus the Teacher and protector of Pelion returns to those he protects and tends to them.

At its base, one could call it the Single Target version of Geronimo's Tsago Degi Naleya in which it deals damage and heals the party after.

"Entrust to me the stars and my Guiding hand shall lead you, o watchmen of the night. I encircle myself twice with the seven heavenly bodies so that I may continue my role among the stars. You who has woken me, fall. Hunt of Lupus."

Truth be told, still workshopping the Noble Phantasm, but it's fine, it's out there as a concept. It's a lot like Antares Snipe though, I guess? Because I did want to lean into the Greek and Constellation side of things and just. Oh well. Originally, though, I was going to make Chiron and Chariclo one Servant, and then have their Noble Phantasm be Chariclo's ("Lifeblood of Mount Pelion") but then split them up because idk I enjoy hell. They're both casters though, because I refuse to put more Rulers into the already bloated Ruler cast.

I do not have voice lines at the moment despite the fact that I have all of Chariclo and all of Agravain's finished lol

Taglist Form or feel free to ask me to get tagged (just DM!):

@jedifisto​​ @spaceydragons​​ @purgetrooperfox​​ @spacerocksarethebestrocks​ @insanelytomato @babygirljoelmiller @certified-anakinfucker @d3epfriedanger @thecodyagenda @babygirl-leon-kennedy​ @txtalnyx​ @jawajawas​ @ge-ge-ge-ge-genifer

Please tell me if you want to be taken off of the list as this is no longer just Star Wars art

Additional Tags for those who have been interested in Summer Chiron previously (i hope you dont mind):

@300iqprower @bitterrosebrokenspear

[terrovaniadorm]

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“[ Never forget that justice is what love looks like in public. ]”

ʚ♡ɞ ✑ General Information

Full Name — Noriko Dolion

↳ [ Name meaning ]

Noriko -> Law; Rule; Order; Ceremony; Child.

Dolion -> Deceitful; Treacherous; Crafty.

Japanese Ver. — ノリコ・ドライオン

Romaji Ver. — Noriko doraion

Tarot Card: The Justice — XI

Age: 19

V/A(日本語): Shinichiro Miki

V/A(英語/EN): Daman Mills

Species: Human

Height: 190cm/6'3

Hair color: Royal blue with light blue tips

Eye Color: Amber

Tarot Rank: XI/11

Gender/Pronouns: Transmasc Nonbinary (They/He)

Dominant Hand: Left

Sexuality: Bisexual

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ʚ♡ɞ ✑ Extra Information

Dormitory: Etteilla (@rosietrace)

Class: A

School Year: Third year

Best class(es): Physical education, Magical History

Worst class(es): Alchemy

Likes: Winter, fencing, taking care of horses, Scrapbooking

Dislikes: Anything with Roses, Spring, Injustice

Hobbies: Keeping diaries, listening to people talk

Talent(s): Sword fighting, poetry

Flaw(s): Blind Loyalty, Too serious, humor less, boring (in Elara's words), Can't let go of the past, jealousy (Specifically towards the mistress)... Socially awkward.

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ʚ♡ɞ ✑ Personality

Noriko Dolion is a just and fair person to all, they have a strong sense of justice and moral code. Or at least that's how they used to be. Noriko is loyal to a fault to his master, their word is his law, his justice and sword is within their their judgment. They are ridden with guilt of past and current actions yet they can't disappoint those around them. They'll put themselves second to their masters wants, their mission.

They are serious to the point it could be considered comedic, they don't do well with comedy and jokes, yet they are polite (for the most part) and open minded.

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ʚ♡ɞ Unique Magic: [Justice Aveugle] (盲目的な正義/Mōmokutekina seigi)

With his blade, Noriko can disable the use of a specific limb by magically severing it. It's painful but it's temporary, no limb is truly lost.

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ʚ【 ♛ 】ɞ Mistress Alliette's Thoughts on them

“Nori is a most devoted man, and in my opinion, I'd say they're the most proficient when it comes to doing their job. However, at the same time, I worry for them — as they seem to prioritize my needs over their own... Hm? Why do I call them ‘Nori’?.... That's none of your concern.”

— Mistress Alliette

ʚ♡ɞ Their thoughts on Mistress Alliette and fellow Arcana

“She's my master and i am loyal to her, i serve justice with her judgment. Mistress Alliette comes first for me, i will protect and defend her. No matter what who she stands against. Even if it means turning a blind eye to her faults.”

— Mistress Alliette

“She is- Chaotic, i don't understand her, she seems to be enjoying my...Misery. Strange but talented at what she does, as long as she's loyal to our mistress i don't care.”

— Elara, The Moon

“If it wasn't for my lady I wouldn't even stand in the same room as him. That man is a headache. He thinks he's being funny but he's not even a real person. Pathetic.”

— Haruka, The Sun

“... An oddity.”

— El, The Fool

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ʚ♡ɞ — Additional Trivia!

— Recognizes Lilia VanRouge from the war, doesn't say anything but the disdain towards Prince Malleus Draconia and General Lilia VanRouge is there.

— Being a knight they have fought, got scars. Most of them are on their back, defending fellow knights.

— Gladly takes up any offer to spar with others but they won't go easy on any of them...Unless it's his mistress much to her displeasure.

— If Noriko was in Night Raven, he'd be in Heartslabyul dorm. (AU)

— Enjoys the snow, it was rare in his homeland, such a different scenery compared to the springs...

— Noriko's birthday is January 1st, making them a capricorn.

✑ Main Theme: Take me to church - Hozier

✑ Backstory: 『 Knight of Roses 』 (SOON)

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[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Hello \^o^/

1st off, wanna say thank you for this blog bc it has gotten me through the few weeks of my current semester <3

2nd of all, I wanted to suggest a method for diamond farming in PuzzReve that's worked pretty well for me. I'm sure there's other methods that work, but this one has been the most effective for me. I've earned a total amount of about 20,000 diamonds without watching many ads. (I'm trying to pull Ran since I got Rindou, and I've used 7 draw 10s and I currently have about 5,000 sitting pretty.) But I should also state that I have played this game an unhealthy amount since it released worldwide yesterday... ANYWAY I wanted to share this here bc I don't think my blog has the right reach vuv

Katt's Tips for Diamond Farming

1) Move through levels as fast as possible. Upon completion you get 10 diamonds for regular levels and 30 for boss levels for ranks A-D. Also through missions, you get about 100 diamonds for every 50 levels you clear. If you happen to get S Rank, you can earn 40 per regular level and 80 for boss levels. But at a minimum you'll get about 120 diamonds per stage.

2) As you complete levels your team will get stronger and more achievements will unlock that may be diamond related. However, once your team is sufficiently overpowered, go back to any levels where you didn't get S rank and play until you have one life remaining. Once you're down to one, return to playing new levels. If you keep beating levels, you can play more while your hearts refill. Then once you're at max you can start over again. Sometimes you get hearts for achievements so you can replay more levels that way.

3) Now that you're alternating, once you play the secret levels you can earn up to 300 diamonds per each one. (100 for beating it + 200 for S rank)

Hopefully this makes sense and it helps some other players in the diamond grind :) If you've got time to kill or you're like me and ignoring studying for finals, you can farm diamonds to your heart's content. Good luck! May RNG be on your side~

Ah that's nice of you to say, thanks! Good luck with the rest of your semester too (I'm sure you don't need it though).

That strategy definitely makes sense though, sounds like a good idea! Thanks for sharing!

[nishayuro]

Hi! i liked your 1st hc od YPH!Reader ^^. Cand you do part 2 where its the each of the students’ reaction to meeting Young pro hero! reader

Class 1-A's reaction to meeting Young pro hero! reader

GIF by wackyracesdavidfurtado

A/N: A lot of these are quite repetitive ToT, I don’t know much about the other characters who don’t get enough screen time, but I try >.&lt; GN! Reader (mentions of feminine and masculine identities in Mineta’s) 

Genre: Fluff

(p/h/n) - Pro hero name

based on this headcanon-ish fanfic

Katsuki Bakugo

After the training, he was dedicated to surpassing you

You? Already a pro hero when you’re the same age as him?

No can do, he will try to get you to spill how you managed to get a licence without going to hero school.

But after you explain to him that it's confidential information, he will reluctantly stop asking you.

He will ask you to spar with him though

Better be ready for this blasty boy to be all over you trying to one you up. 

Izuku Midoriya

Was amazed at you

A pro at your age? You are basically his other idol after all might

Definitely sooo happy to have met you. Like a fanboying type happy, you were probably like his “if (p/h/n) was able to do it at such a young age, then so can I!” 

Asked a lot about your quirk, about villain fighting stories you have

Also asked about a lot of tips on becoming a hero

Will ask to hang out with you more outside of hero training

Shoto Todoroki

After the training, he was dedicated to surpassing you (1) 

You were probably someone his father compared to him to while in UA

“Shoto, look at (p/h/n) already a pro hero and climbing the ranks, and they’re the same age as you!” - Endeavor

After you answered his question about becoming a hero without hero school, He often would ask you to give him hero tips as well.

He used to see you as just someone to surpass, but after you told him about the villain fights you’ve had, you had earned his respect. 

He also asks you to spar with him in your free time.

Tenya Iida

Apparently, his brother Tensei has had the opportunity to work with you before. 

He told Tenya about you and how it would have been a great opportunity for you and him to meet,

Lo and behold, you both have met

Tenya told you about his brother and you went on to talk about how his brother did mention Tenya to you while on the mission. 

Tenya and you get along quite well, you like telling him stories about your missions when you have time.

Eijiro Kirishima

When you introduced yourself as the same age as his class, he was star struck.

You’re sooo cool in his eyes!!

And so manly in his opinion

Also asks to spar with you

He wants to get to know you better honestly

Puts effort in hanging out with you when he finds out that you don’t have many friends your age.

Denki Kaminari

Hello hotstuff-

You’re soo cool!! He is also another who looks up to you

And he thinks you’re attractive

Also wants to hang out with you a lot

Very interested in your stories aswell

Hanta Sero

Another one who likes hanging out with you

Will invite you to occasions or outings with the bakusquad

Another one to ask for tips

Honestly, he sees you more of a friend than a pro hero, he’s chill like that

Still look up to you and your abilities though!!

Fumikage Tokoyami

Another one who respects your abilities a lot

He doesn’t interact with you much like others do

But don’t take that to heart, he’s just not that social 

But on some occasions, he will ask for some advice for hero training

Dark shadow absolutely loves you!!

Whenever you’re around, dark shadow comes out more (This is like the only times Tokoyami is “forced” to talk to you lmao

Yuga Aoyama

Is impressed with your abilities

He likes talking to you, but mostly about himself lmao

Asks you to tell stories about your missions 

He will also offer you some cheese while you both talk, lmao

Mashirao Ojiro

Also another one who doesn’t talk to you much

But he still respects you a lot too

Most of the time, your conversations revolve around training

If he’s okay with it, you like petting his tail sometimes while talking to him

Mezo Shoji

Another who doesn’t talk to you much sorry

He is a bit shy, but he will talk to you when needed, or atleast greet you

Another who has mad respect for you, being a young pro hero  

Minoru Mineta

I have no words for this kid

If you’re more on the feminine side, He will do his shenanigans on you

If you’re more male presenting, He will ask you to join in on his shenanigans

You’re lowkey disgusted at his attitude, so you don’t hang out much

Rikido Sato

He likes getting your opinion on his baking!!

You both hang out, you telling him stories from your missions while he teaches you how to bake

Each story makes him more impressed at your abilities

Asks for tips gang!! More on how to be a tankish hero since his quirk is physical 

Koji Koda

Another shy boi

Gets flustered talking to you

He has huge respect to you as a hero, and wonders if he can become a hero like you with his quirk

He will open up a bit when the topic is about animals

Ochaco Uraraka

She thinks you’re sooo cool!!

But is also sad when she found out that you don’t have friends your age

Will definitely ask you to hang out with the dekusquad!!

Will also ask for hero tips and for stories

You both probably become best friends 

Tsuyu Asui

She loves you a lot!!

Mad respect!! Thinks you’re soo cool

Will ask you to call her Tsu-chan

Very happy when you do

Another one who will ask you to join in on the deku squad shenanigans 

Mina Ashido

She is sooo excited to meet you!!

Another one who thinks you’re soo cool and amazing!!

Will treat you more like a friend than a pro hero

Invites you to Bakusquad shenanigans aswell!!

Loves to hang out with you, you hear her stories and she hears yours

Probably goes to the mall with you a lot

Will make you feel so belonged in the class since she found out you don’t have much friends

Momo Yaoyorozu

Another who respects you a lot

Aspires to be like you

Tea parties!! 

Asks about how you feel being a pro hero at a young age

If you ever feel lonely, Momo will be there for you if you want to talk to someone

Kyoka Jirou

Another part of the thinks you’re soo cool team!!

Asks you about your favourite music genre and will make you a playlists for when you’re out on patrol

Loves hearing your stories, gets hyped a lot 

Another who aspires to be a hero like you

Toru Hagakure

Another who loves you a lot!!

Will asks to hang out too! 

She is another who loves hearing your stories

Asks you a lot of questions about hero work too

Very amazed with your abilities to be able to become a hero at a young age!!

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The Raven King - Chapter Three

Day: Friday, September 1st Time: 12:48 PM EST

"What is going on?" Kevin asked. "You can't last a full game without your medicine." “No, probably not." Andrew sounded far too cheerful for someone who was going to spend half of his night in serious discomfort. "He's done it once before," Matt said. "Yeah, last October." Nicky didn't look up from where he was stuffing things into his duffel, but he was grinning as he told his story. "We found out the ERC was going to cut us from the Class I ranks if we didn't stop losing. Coach asked Andrew for a miracle, and Andrew gave us one. He made Coach come up with a number between one and five, and that's how many points he let the other team get before he shut them out. It was probably the most badass thing I've ever seen.” If his words were supposed to make Kevin feel better about Andrew's chances tonight, they achieved the exact opposite. Kevin's face was a thundercloud. "So you'll try," Kevin said through gritted teeth, "because Coach asked you to." Andrew folded his arms across his knees, tilted his head back, and smiled up at Kevin. "Careful, Kevin. Your jealous streak is showing." "For eight months you've told me no. In eight seconds you told him yes. Why?" "Oh, that's easy." Andrew stuffed the last of his gear into his bag and zipped it shut. He slung the bag over his shoulders and got to his feet, standing up so close to Kevin he almost knocked Kevin back a step. "It's just more fun to tell you no. That's what you wanted, right? You wanted me to have fun. I am. Aren't you?" For someone so small, Andrew made a lot of noise when shoved into the lockers. Andrew was laughing as he crashed into the orange metal. Neil didn't know what amused Andrew more: Kevin's violence or the splash of blood that now stained the front of Kevin's shirt. Neil hadn't even seen Andrew take a knife out, but it was “in his hand in the air between them. Kevin retreated from Andrew with a sharp curse. "Jesus, Andrew!" Matt said. "Kevin, are you all right?" "I'm fine." Kevin put a hand to his chest as if checking the truth of his words. Andrew stepped away from the lockers and got in Kevin's space again. He put the edge of the blade against Kevin's chest over his heart and peered up into Kevin's face. Kevin looked more angry than intimidated as he stared back. Matt started toward them, maybe thinking he had to break up round two of their fight. Kevin didn't look away from Andrew when he motioned at Matt to back off. Matt didn't stop until he was within lunging distance. There he waited, still and tense, for one of them to make the wrong move. After he'd gone still, Andrew spoke again. "Kevin, Kevin. So predictable. So pathetic. How about a tip? A reward for all your hard work, or something. Ready? You'll start having more success when you ask for things you can actually have." "I can have this," Kevin said, voice thick with frustration. "You're just being stupid." "I guess we'll see, but don't say I didn't warn you!”

Art used with permission by Rainbowd00dles. Thank you @rainbowd00dles !

[usmsgutterson]

Hello! If you’re comfortable then I’d love to request a Jesper x reader where the reader uses a wheelchair + crutches due to chronic pain in their legs. Having grown up in the Barrel, the reader never got a proper diagnosis but was resourceful enough to make their own mobility aids. They’re smart and enjoy helping the Crows wherever they can. Eventually they open up to Jesper about being worried that they can’t contribute enough due to their disability. - 👾

Reassurance- J.F x gn! disabled! reader

hi! Thank you for sending this one in, it's been a bit of a while since I wrote a good bit of hurt comfort so writing it again to get used to it again was nice!

On a more general note with things though--requests (both for the summer event and just generally) close at 11:59 my time, which is about seven hours and fifteen minutes from when this fic is being posted! I won't be accepting any requests from that point until August 1st because I have some other stuff I need to finish up and there are things for this account that I need to plan out and fix up a bit.

Fic type- this is very hurt/comfort-y

Warnings- one indirect mention of ableism/implied ableism (people are afraid of the reader because they're described as a jack of all trades but also described as a collector of secrets and the reader learns to like that people are afraid of them because they're good at secret collecting. They state that it's better that people are afraid of them on the basis of their ability to collect knowledge rather than what they say are "alternatives that they might've thought of, though the alternatives are ones they didn't much like to think about at all) and there's a mention of the fact that the reader takes pain medication sometimes (a bottle of painkillers is described to be sitting on the windowsill) and a bit of internalized ableism (the reader directly states that they feel like a burden because they feel like they aren't contributing enough but are being paid as though they are.)

People in the Barrel had given you a bit of a reputable reputation since you'd climbed up in the ranks of the Dregs and had made it into the small circle of Kaz's most trusted. You'd grown up in and around the Barrel, and by the age of twenty-two, had heard people whispering about you as you walked or rolled past with your crutches or your wheelchair.

"Don't you get too close to them," they would say. "They'll steal your secrets when you're not expecting, and it'll never work out in your favor."

But you didn't just specialize in secrets. You liked helping out wherever you were able, be it sitting in your chair and glowering at cheaters until they noticed you and had the good sense to go back to playing a fair game--though it never mattered anyway. Kaz caught them too, and his consequences were much more lethal--or acting as look out on heists and participating in them wherever else you could. You did what you could and you were compensated as fairly as possible, so the Dregs was a good deal for you all in all.

You brushed the whispers off after a time, learned to like that people were afraid of you on a basis other than that of your chronic illness and your disabilities as a result of the illness. It was better for people to think you were actively on the hunt for their random misgivings--things like littering, not giving a homeless person one kruge as they walked past, not tipping a barista because they were short on money--than for them to be afraid of you for any of the alternatives that you might've thought of, and those alternatives were ones of which you didn't like to think much about at all.

But, for all that your reputation provided, all of the protection and even the modicum of safety it gave you in companionship with your partnership with the Dregs, you still had days where you felt like you were not enough. There were days where the pain was so bad that you had to skip out on jobs, days where sitting in your wheelchair was the only option and a little inconvenient given the bumpy unevenness of the Barrels walkways and roads.

Sure, you had something of a reputation but that was crumbling as your condition steadily got worse and you were beginning to feel more and more like a burden than anything else. You weren't contributing enough in any area and if you were, it didn't feel much like that at all.

Jesper was the love of your life, though. He was the never ending sun to your relentless storm cloud, the solace in your life and the peace that you had been wanting to find since you realized just how much chaos had been in your life during the Ice Court. He was everything and more and you loved him wholly.

It was because of the fact that Jesper loved you wholly in turn that he knew something was off. He'd been able to sense it for weeks but had figured you would've brought it up if it were bugging you so much, but then it began bugging him as he picked up more and more on that sense. He needed to broach the subject but it seemed you were ready to one night as you sat in the bed you shared, legs crossed and a bottle of pain meds resting on the windowsill with a book in your hand.

"You don't think I make things harder for the Dregs, do you?" You asked. "I feel like I don't contribute enough but I get paid like I contribute more than enough and a thousand times over. I feel like a burden lately and I just don't know if anyone else feels like that--does Nina? What about Inej? Wylan and Matthias?"

To Jesper it seemed to come totally out of left field. You pulled your weight just like they all did, and you got paid because you pulled your weight just like they all did. Disabled or not, you were not a burden to the Dregs and nobody had thought of you like such.

Those who did were given a shot to the leg, a sharp but painful small bone fragment to a nerve ending in their finger, a loss or six when they gambled at Kaz's table, a passable imitation of Kaz's glare and the idle running of a knife from shoulder to shoulder along the back of their coat.

It was a general rule of thumb in the Dregs that nobody messed with you. Kaz had done the same thing to several other disabled people in the Dregs, looking out for them in silence because of some form of solidarity, a slight understanding of chronic pain caused by disability. Kaz had worked with you because of the fact that you were a jack of all trades and the rule had come up when he watched you punch a man in the face for daring to say something negative about someone who walked with a limp as the two of you moved past. You'd thought it stupid, and Kaz had thought it stupid too, but admirable in the right situation rather than heat of the moment anger.

"A burden to us is the last thing you are," Jesper said. "You're more helpful than you realize, darling. Even though you're out of commission sometimes, the days that you're in commission are typically our most successful. Nina complained about you not being on the heist a while back because you can handle Kaz's endless sarcasm. We notice your absences--especially me, but that's biased because I've been in love with you since I was sixteen and didn't say anything til after the Ice Court because I couldn't figure out what to say--and we miss you when you're gone."

"I just don't feel like I'm doing enough," you said. "And it kills me because I want to do enough and I want to feel like I'm worthy of existing here, but I just don't. I don't know how much of all of this I deserve and I've been doubting it."

Jesper nodded at you understandingly. "I've dealt with it too," he said. "Not for the same reasons, of course, but doubt is something that lingers. Just--if you weren't doing enough, Kaz wouldn't hesitate to tell you. There are no expectations for you to meet and you are not a burden to the Dregs, nor are you not doing enough. You are wonderful, you are amazing, and you are the love of my life."

Jesper sat next to you on the bed, wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I love you," he said.

"I love you too," you responded.

The two of you stayed like that until you both fell asleep, taking a bit of comfort in the silence.

You knew not to expect the feelings you felt to go away sooner than they would've naturally, but that reassurance was nice, and as you fell asleep you decided to let yourself have it and hold it close. Jesper was the love of your life and he would always be by your side, reassuring you whenever you needed reassurance, and you would be the same for him.

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

Do you remember when SH mentioned buying a pair of Scottish 22-bore flintlock all-metal belt pistols from the mid-18th century?

The pistol SH used yesterday while filming Outlander season 8 at Eglinton Country Park is not the same style that SH bought in London, but it is from the same period in the mid-18th century. As a historical fiction series (actually, it’s more of an alternate history) I don't think he owns the pistol.

The image is not sharp and details are not clear but the pistol looks like a replica of the 1759 Light Dragoon Flintlock Pistol, often called the "Eliott Dragoon Pistol”. These are named after General George Augustus Eliott, an officer of the British Army, the man who made this design. Born in Scotland he rose through the ranks to become Aide-de-Camp to King George II by 1756.

In 1759, he raised and commanded "The Kings's Own Royal Light Dragoons", the 1st Light Horse and thus began the concept of Light Dragoons in the British Army. He was responsible for raising and training the regiment, as well as procuring their armaments. At the time, commanders of irregular forces could outfit the men as they chose, and Elliot went about designing improved weapons and gear for his Troop of Horse.

This marked one of the first times that the British Board of Ordnance worked with leaders of men in the field to design new weapons, which would be better suited to their needs. The flintlock pistol was introduced into the service of the British Light Cavalry in 1760 to correct perceived defects in the models.

His legacy is the Elliot Light Dragoon Pistol, the Elliot Light Dragoon Carbine, and the Elliot Light Dragoon Saddle.

Pattern 1759 Elliot's Light Dragoon pistol with walnut stock, round barrel, rounded brass mounts and straight-bottomed regulation lock for the pattern. Regulation cast brass mounts and reproduction brass tipped wood ramrod. This is a light, handy pistol with a good feel to it when aiming. The barrel is 9" long and usually 62” calibre. They vary in bore diameter at times. The overall length is 16 1/2". The furniture is all brass and very similar to the civilian pistols of the era.

During the Jacobite Rebellions, and after the Battles of Prestonpans and Falkirk, Dragoons played a significant role at the Battle of Culloden by charging both flanks of the Highland army.

Inspired by Prussian designs of the time, this model of Dragoon pistol was common amongst Britain's mounted troops throughout the 18th Century, the pistol was used by British officers during the American Revolution, and it likely would have been seen used on both sides during the conflict.

These pistols represent an important step in the way that firearms were designed and procured in the British armed forces.

General George Augustus Eliott, 1st Baron Heathfield, was mentioned in Robert Burns's cantata “The Jolly Beggars” as an inspiring figure. The old soldier singing the air "I Am a Son of Mars" says: "Yet let my country need me, with Elliot to head me, / I'd clatter on my stumps at the sound of a drum."

By Robert Burns

#Outlanderseason8 #EglintonCountryPark #Scotland #Elliot'sLightDragoonpistol #pistol #BritishArmy #BritishLightCavalry #18thcentury #1stBaronHeathfield #TheJollyBeggars #GeneralGeorgeAugustusEliott #RobertBurns #LightDragoonFlintlockPistol #cantata

Posted 20th August 2024

[theredhavendelegate]

Iss. 10:

Field Workers on Strike! Picket Line or Firing Line?

Supplies of staple oats and root vegetables are expected in increase as efforts to revitalize agriculture in Redhaven’s countryside show promise. Farm workers speak hopefully regarding the new program and are more unified than ever, though some already complain of long hours and harsh management by Confederation overseers.

Scientific progress marches on at the estate of Lord Oswald Redhaven. Last week’s recruiting drive was a resounding success, and the bright minds up on the hill have already made a number of interesting discoveries, at least according to Head Researcher Earnest Bell.

The work is being carried out primarily in temporary science outposts on the edge of the Void Fields, where the fog meets the air. There was trouble at one of these outpost yesterday, however, as dissatisfied laborers and onsite medical staff rebelled due to repeated exposure to void-fog.

This stunning turn of events drew the eye of local police, Frontline Confederation officers and, eventually, occupying general Bradley Harrison himself.

The situation reached a fever pitch around midnight… ---

Eric lights a cigarette beneath a pitch black sky. It winks like a lone firefly, lighting the tip of his nose and his stubbled cheeks, flashing off his eyes beneath a pitch-black sky. He wears the jacket of a Frontline Confederation soldier, though the orange armband is torn off along with the rank patch. He leans against the tin wall of a temporary structure and glances to the north.

Lilac mist gathers about five hundred feet away, strange lights flowing behind it like syrupy will-o-wisps. Redhaven rises far to the south, a gathering of buildings with glowing windows and and street lamps, cyclopean eyes in the dark.

Something moves around on the edge of the city, many somethings, little lights and shadowy forms, first as a loose flood of hourglass sand, and then in termite formation. They come not within a mile, halting to surround the structure. They set up mobile lamps, more eyes to keep watch.

Eric tosses the butt of his cigarette into the wet grass and stomps it out. He turns and knocks once on the door to the building, calling, “Ingrid, they’re here.”

There is chatter from inside, the murmuring of a dozen voices, some small and worried, some cocky.

A rough woman with messy blonde hair steps outside and closes the door behind herself. She turns a freckled face towards the gathered horde and inhales sharply, “Shit. They aren’t playing around, are they?”

Eric nods. “Two companies, most likely. The 1st General infantry company, veterans of the civil war, the same people who occupied the city initially, and the 1st Redhaven auxiliary. Those are the locals who volunteered to fight for their own occupiers, mostly green opportunists.”

Ingrid squints between the formations, where they’ve created alleys for their lamps. There are small groups working within those alleys, maneuvering some kind of equipment. She asks, “What are those ones doing?”

Eric doesn’t answer initially. He pouts and wrings his hands, then finally relents, “Artillery. We—I mean, The 1st has an artillery corps. Six guns, mostly meant to counter tanks, but, well…a cannon is a cannon.”

Ingrid blanches.

Eric clears this throat after a moment and asks, “How’d it get like this? Weren’t the other unions supposed to back us up?”

“Well, they will. They haven’t gotten to meet yet though, that’s next week. The farm workers will have us for sure, Jens wouldn’t let us down, and if we keep taking losses and illnesses the way we have been this past week, there won’t be anyone left to go diving into the void for the eggheads. If we can get a meeting with someone tonight either way, we should be able to buy some time.”

Eric doesn’t respond, he just pulls out another cigarette and lights it.

Ingrid takes a shuddering breath and whispers, “Do you think they’ll actually use those guns.”

“I doubt it,” Eric answers, his voice flat and his throat dry. “Probably just a scare tactic, probably just a trick.”

A short man in a bowler hat and wire-rim glasses walks down an alley. Another man, this one tall, with olive skin and a large metal case, follows closely. They do not speak.

They work their way to the end of the alley. The man in the bower hat glances around the corner, and then the two cross the street at a trot. They continue like this for a minute more until they reach the base of an old stone tower with an iron door, the feather of Redhaven cast into its surface. The Valet produces a key and, with a gloved hand, inserts it into the door to reveal a dark interior, a rusting ladder at its center.

“After you, Hasan,” he whispers, the words piercing the silence like a needle through fabric.

The marksman nods and steps inside, loading the large case onto his shoulder via a canvas strap. Whatever is inside doesn’t make a sound as it’s upturned. He climbs the ladder, which whines with each step until Hasan reaches a square hole in the ceiling and clambers through.

The Valet joins him a moment later and both are gifted with a clear sight out over Redhaven’s countryside. A small army has assembled just beyond the city limits. The termites stand in even, slouching rows, and the aisles between them are lit with flickering lamps, candles on a table.

The hordes face off against a small, temporary building. The faint glow of a lit cigarette can be seen just before the door, emanating from the hand of a figure so far as to be faceless.

Ingrid Larsen mills about inside of the research outpost, which is damp and cramped. A dozen other figures are scattered around, bearing the worker’s uniform: calloused hands and wrinkled brows. A few glance up to her, three play cards without money, and the rest converse quietly or mill about.

The space is lit by gas lamp, dim bulbs hissing and flickering near the windows, makeshift funnels turning their soot to the outside, from which the clatter of the distant soldiery can just be caught.

“Ingrid,” Eric calls from outside. “Someone is coming this way!”

His voice is firm, a thin guise to his worry. Ingrid nods reassurances to the rest of the crew and exits, and she is greeted again by the moonless night of The Void.

The field between the science outpost and the soldiers is barren except for a single figure on horseback. He rides up with an air of simultaneous poise and impatience, clad in a great coat and the pointed hat of a general.

He comes to a stop less than five feet from Eric and Ingrid and they stare up at him. He looks down over a bushy black beard and moustache, assessing them like cuts of meat.

“Hello and well met,” he declares pompously. “You have the pleasure of parlaying with Bradley Harrison, general and commander of The Frontline Confederation’s 2nd northern assault army.”

The two continue to stare for a moment, until Ingrid answers simply, “Hello.”

He glares at her from his saddle and squints. “I have it on good account that you disgruntled laborers have taken the researchers of this outpost hostage. You are to release them immediately and surrender, so that you may be subject to the justice of Redhaven and The Frontline Confederation.”

Ingrid turns to Eric and frowns, then leans in to converse with him at a whisper. “Is this guy fucking nuts, Eric? I don’t even know where to start with this.”

The ex-soldier huffs and replies, “I might have an idea, just don’t piss him off.”

Eric turns to Harrison and lowers his head respectfully. He dons the tone of a simple worker and says, “Sorry about the confusion, Mister Harrison sir. There aren’t any researchers in the building, just us voidsmen. You can send a couple fellows inside to check if you like though, just to poke around. See, we just haven’t gotten the safety equipment we need, no hazard pay, and—”

Bradley cuts the man off. “My sources don’t lie, and I won’t stoop to negotiating with troublemakers. Release the hostages and surrender within ten minutes, or we will be forced to assault the outpost.”

Eric motions to respond, but the general has already begun to wheel his horse around. Harrison adds, “This will be your only warning,” before galloping off.

Eric goes wide-eyed. Ingrid watches the clouds of dust fade out behind the general’s horse and grumbles, “He must not be the type to respect common people. That was just another scare tactic though, right? Just trying to turn up the pressure on us?”

Eric doesn’t answer.

Hasan lays the metal case on the floor of the tower roof. “This is a cozy spot for a lookout,” he remarks.

The Valet, standing at attention by his side, responds, “The Carmine household is a patron of history. Towers and other such historical sites are littered throughout the city and maintained at their expense. Your own quarters beneath the town hall are also historic, a former dungeon from Redhaven’s earliest days.”

“Fitting,” The marksman comments playfully. He opens the case to reveal a long, ornate rifle. It’s stock and body are made of dark wood, ornately detailed with gold and silver inlay and colorful gemstones. The hexagonal barrel is polished to a shine, and there is a complex, multi-lensed scope affixed to the top.

He withdraws it from its perfectly-fitted, felt-lined home. His hands cradle it as if it was made of porcelain, and his fingers pass along its grip and mechanisms tenderly.

“Tell me again, servant of Carmine, why we are up here on such a dreary night.”

The Valet keeps his eyes fixed on the field. “The General is on rather thin ice. Negotiating with him is difficult, and he continues to make trouble on his own time that bleeds over into matters of state.”

Hasan opens the chamber of his rifle and inspects it, millimeter by millimeter. “I thought this was an over watch mission, not an assassination.”

“It isn’t,” The Valet replies coolly. “Unless, that is, General Harrison decides to cross the line.”

The marksman inserts a round into the chamber, a gleaming brass bullet with a dark, shining tip. “And where is that line? I wouldn’t want to make any trouble, the sort that might ‘bleed over into matters of state’.”

The Valet’s eyes flash, just subtly, and he fixes his glasses with two fingers. “Watch the big guns. If they fire even once, use their sound for cover. There is the potential here for collateral damage that we can scarcely afford.”

Hasan takes a step over to the tower’s edge and lays the barrel of his gun between two stone crenelations, then kneels down. He stairs through the lenses of his scope and sets their center-most dot on the head of a man on horseback. To The Valet, he replies, “That’s a good, clean line. I won’t have to think twice.”

The lines of massed soldiers have begun to droop. A few murmur here and there only to be silenced by their officers, and they increasingly unsling their weapons and set them stock-first on the ground.

A horse trots down the line and then back up. Its rider adjusts his pointed hat, checks his watch, then stops beside one of the mobile lamps. A senior officer nearby salutes and clears his throat. “The kidnappers haven’t made a move, general. What are your orders?”

Harrison’s permanently furrowed brow furrows more deeply, receding into itself, and he sighs. “They leave us no choice.”

The soldiers nearest tense up and their apprehension spreads through the ranks. A new wave of dissonant murmuring goes up and is hushed in short order, and the lines straighten out.

The faint light of a cigarette near the outpost extinguishes.

The general purses his lip and rides to a point at the head of the formation where the various artillery teams can see him. He calls out. “All artillery crews, to alert!” Their commanders hurry to position themselves and soon, the barking orders start to ring out over the field like bells.

“Targets are in the science outpost! Load and aim!”

A rattling, clanking, thunking chorus sings its grizzly promise to the sky and, each at their own time, the artillery teams call out, “Ready to fire at command!”

The general raises a fist. He breathes, and something catches his eye.

Someone is walking between the lines towards him. They are wearing some kind of rubber suit beneath a lab coat, and their face is concealed with a black filter-mask. They have a warning hand raised.

Harrison’s seriousness melts into something more resembling worry. He opens his fist to reveal his palm and shouts, “All crews, hold!”

The masked figure lowers their hand and nods gratefully.

Harrison grimaces and mutters, “What’s the matter now, Earnest. Sorry, Doctor Bell.”

The scientist adjusts his mask slightly and answers, voice all gravel, rust and haggard breathing, “There are…are…th—things in that outpost that…that we cannot easily…recreate, and the people are…v—valuable, in their own…right. It would set us back…q—quite badly to lose all…all that. Lord Redhaven would not…approve, and you know how the people love Lord Redhaven.”

The general sneers. “Really now? What do you propose then, should we just leave them alone in there with all your ‘irreplaceable’ research? And for what? Lord Redhaven’s altruism?”

Though Bell’s face is hidden, he seems to glower pitifully with his whole body. “You could…could simply…fire them. Th—they are…under your management, a thing which…which I recall you fought f—for quite determinedly…”

The scientist spreads his hands out in a placating gesture, and he turns his head around, seeming to look for something back in the city.

As General Harrison tries to track Doctor Bell’s gaze, a sourceless shudder runs up his spine.

His hands tighten around the reins of his horse and he swallows, then relents. “Fine. I…I need clearer directions in the future though, let Lord Redhaven know that comes from me personally. If these sites need to be guarded inside and out, then so be it. If something like this happens again, I won’t be deferring my authority.”

“I’ll b—bring it to…to him for…consideration.” The doctor adjusts his mask again and nods, then walks back down the line of soldiers.

The artillery commanders stare at Bradley for direction and, after a moment, he clears his throat. “All crews, stand down!”

Hasan raises his head. Far away and below, the soldiers of The Frontline Confederation part as a group of common laborers pass between them anxiously. “Is that it?” he asks aloud.

The Valet wipes his glasses with a kerchief. “I suppose so, and Miss Carmine will be most grateful for that.”

“What about Bradley?” Hasan asks, stepping away from the parapet and over to his gun case.

The Valet replaces his spectacles. “He’ll be quite angry, I’m sure. His authority is undermined, the outpost and its contents have been preserved, and the void workers that I’m sure he just fired have nowhere to go except into the arms of his enemies.”

Hasan wipes the fingerprints from his rifle and returns it to its felted home. “What kind of strategy is this, Valet? You agitate your allies, weave a web of uneasy alliances, manipulate the population, but never outright punish them, and, at great expense, furnish a personal marksman of the highest caliber, all so that he never actually pulls the trigger.”

The Valet glances at the marksman, then looks back out over Redhaven. He contemplates the question, then answers, “It’s a sort of fixed tension. If one side pulls too hard, the other sides react and compensate, bringing things back into balance. We agitate Harrison so that he clamps down on the laborers, who rush to the Blue Coalition for protection, who grow overconfident and overstep their bounds, and are in turn cut back by the Confederation. See?”

“That seems like a dandy way to keep your blood pressure high, but where do I fit in?”

The Valet laughs softly. “Well, even the best plan can fail.” He pushes up his glasses and flashes a grin. “You’re insurance.”

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[eruden-writes]

Smut prompts!! Could we have Tabaeus with 71 and 7?

Ahahaha, I didn't think someone would ask for any of these. But, here, I typed this up real quick.

Potentially non-canonical light smut, ahoy!

“Y-you’re not… w-wearing anything under that, are you?” 

The look you give Tabaeus seems to answer their question. Their shoulders hunch to their ears, embarrassment painted over their features. Of fucking course you’re not wearing anything under the towel you have wrapped around your body. You literally jumped out of the bathtub and rushed to the living room when you heard their enraged holler. You barely thought to grab your phone, just in case it was an emergency that required authorities.

“What do you want, Tabaeus?” You ask, crossing your arms firmly over your chest. “Why did you yell?”

Their mouth opens, then snaps shut as their eyebrows furrow. With their gaze drifting down to the floor, then to the television. The results of a racing game - a spin-off of Bario - flashes on the screen. You narrow your eyes, seeing that Tabaeus ended in 5th with CPUs filling the other ranks and… Ewan’s player name flashes in 1st place.

Ah, an online competition between those two. With suspicion, you shoot Tabaeus a look. They still avoid your gaze. “What did you bet on this time?” 

Tabaeus mumbles something, but you don’t catch it. “ What?”

Heaving a sigh so heavy their shoulders lift up and drop, Tabaeus shoots you a furtive glance. “Who could ask you to the new moving picture you wish to see. Alone.” 

A frown tips at your lips and, without thinking, the hand holding your towel in place moves to your hip. Your other is too busy holding your phone. As expected, the towel slips open and, after a moment slides completely off. Tabaeus tenses, averting their gaze once more as their hands clench into fists. 

It’s only amusement at their reaction that keeps you from correcting the towel. You’ve already had conversations with both Tabaeus and Ewan, when it came to making bets involving you. Suffice it to say, you really don’t appreciate it. 

As you stand there, hand on your hips and naked - somewhat damp - body on display, Tabaeus is doing their best not to look. Though, from the tented fabric of their pants, they’re obviously aroused. A thought suddenly lights up your thoughts. 

You’d just have to make their bets less appealing to make, you decide. “Take off your pants.” 

That demand certainly brought Tabaeus’s eyes to your face. Their red eyes round and wide, an almost sticken look across their features. “Why?” 

“Trust me, you’ll enjoy this,” you say, as you pull up Ewan’s contact information.

Uncertain, but curious, Tabaeus reaches for the fasteners of his pants. 

“If you’re intent on making bets about me, I will be forced to give out consolation prizes like this.” You read the text you’re typing aloud, listening to Tabaeus’s pants fall to the floor before sending it to Ewan. As you kneel in front of a pantsed Tabaeus, you hand them your phone. “Take a video.” 

Their fingers fumble with your phone, but you hear the ‘bloop’ of a video starting to record. “Why? What are you going to d-” 

Their question ends in a grunted ‘hng’ as you touch their erection through their underwear. You don’t glance up at them, but you feel Tabaeus’s gaze swing to you, watching as you yank their undergarment down. Their erection springs forth, bouncing a little in open air.

Despite their human-ish appearance, Tabaeus’s cock definitely deviated away from that. Your fingers curve around their ruddy purple girth, rubbing against the ridges along the lower portion of the shaft. Your other hand goes to their heavy balls, cradling them in the palm of your hand. With a slow lick, you trace your tongue up their ample length. 

All the while, Tabaeus is staring down at you, wide-eyed and lips slightly parted. With the camera of your phone tilted to you. 

A grin tilts at your lips, staring up at the dumbstruck vampire. Their eyes follow your tongue as you swirl it around their arrow-head tip, a keening whimper caught in their throat. You only flash a smile as a warning, before you consume their tip in your mouth. Their hips jerk with a loud groan as you swallow half their length. The other half squeezed and stroked by your hand, as the other gives their balls a gentle tug. 

The sound they make churns up a heat in your core. You rise a little on your knees, for a better angle. Bobbing up and down their length for a few strokes, you’re delighted to already taste precum oozing from their tip. Slowly, your tongue licks along their length as you pull off, your tongue pillowing the head of their dick for a beat. A small glob of precum pools in the divot you create with your tongue, before you pull away entirely. 

“Alright, stop the video now.” It takes Tabaeus a beat, but they process the request and tap the screen of your phone. The little ending chime sounds. As you sit back on your heels, hand out in silent demand, Tabaeus obediently places it in your hand. 

You give the short video a once over, before sending it Ewan’s way. In the interim of your previous text and now, he’d answered with a ‘???’ reply. 

Almost as soon as the video loads on his side, the flashing ellipses of the recipient typing appears. Wickedly, you grin at your phone, just imagining how the werewolf is reacting to such a video. Likely in a mix of arousal and agitation. Which was the exact damn point. That should show him to make bets concerning you, shouldn’t it? 

Overhead, Tabaeus tentatively clears their throat. Slowly, you drag your eyes up to them, cocking an eyebrow in silent inquiry. Their cock, slick with your saliva, twitches as your eyes land on their face. 

Tabaeus presses their lips together tightly. You imagine, they are biting their lower lip, hoping you’ll understand their silent plea. Of course, you understand it. Their erect cock is twitching next to your face, a silent request to continue. But, you’re going to make Tabaeus ask. While the video was punishment for Ewan, this is Tabaeus’s punishment. 

“If you don’t have anything to say,” your words are thick with teasing as you move, as if you are going to stand. 

Their hand shoots out as they stoop over you, cradling the back of your head. Their red eyes are clenched shut, perhaps to bade off any instinct to enthrall you. That thought makes a different, softer heat swell in your stomach. Tabaeus’s throat flexes as they swallow, as if trying to get the words to line up right. 

Finally, in a voice thick with need and quiet with embarrassment, Tabaeus mumbles, “Please, don’t stop.” 

[folatefangirl]

Haven't seen one of these floating around for the recent MTAP tag but here's some gameplay tips I've picked up as a newbie who picked this up while it was 80% off on steam. I was mega stressed early on due to not knowing things and would be happy to pass on advice to save others the stress:

1. Reddit is good for advice and tumblr is penalizing me for links so yeah. Use the reddit community and/or wiki when stuck. Link to a decent set of advice is in the replies to this post.

2. Repair your workshop as soon as possible bc you'll wake up with low stamina daily until that gets done. Doesn't take more than like 30ish or so pieces of wood.

3. Yep the advice to make more than one machine is correct. Even for the blender. Maybe not the cooking setup or basic skiver per se. Yes, this will use up resources and space. Use the For Sale sign to expand space (or be like me and try to cram a level 2 house into a space too small for it 😅).

4. In the small planter boxes, grow lettuce, cotton, and wheat as much as possible if you can. You can also grow other things, but these seem to be the most helpful for feeding mounts and skiver crafting. Large boxes are for the special giant seeds and you can get the box from the church store and seeds from the Mysterious Man. Fertilize often to have the best shot at winning the Autumn Festival!

5. No, you can't have a rival romance with Higgins, tragically. But you can spar and body block him and chat to him until 9 AM to prevent him from taking commissions, especially the fancy valuable ones. I'm currently chill with being at rank 2 in my first year so I don't bother yet. I still think we should be allowed to woo him. As a treat. And mechanic to make him nicer 😅. Btw once he scams you (you'll know when) talk to him as soon as possible after and you can at least guilt him into giving you money.

6. No seriously do use Gust's shop in A&G to swap for 999 wood and keep furnaces running. You'll get wayyy too much stone from mining and the first quarry only gives so much marble for stone tables to sell en masse when the market is up. Other quarries are annoying to get to in the early game. Use the excess for wood first, then making stone bricks or stone tools etc to sell or whatever. Go wild. I make excess glass to sell since it's more profitable than raw resource selling, yep even with the wood cost. Still haven't figured out how to make excess soil more profitable besides planter boxes.

7. If you don't wanna feel like a monster for killing llamas for their worn fur, you can totally kill panbats. I like all the critters so I feel like a monster regardless 🥴. Kinda has to be done for certain quests and quest items tho.

8. Make allll the Dee-Dee Stops you can for the spots marked on the map. You can also have your mount follow you to the next stop.

9. Bring or make stamina repletion food when mining, esp if you have the game speed slowed down and don't run to the Round Table to replete (you have a limited number of things you can eat and can only eat once daily... Or you could try sitting for an hour if you aren't like me and it won't drive you crazy to sit and do nothing).

10. Annoying timed storyline quest needed items that you can collect earlier while the main story has no time limit for progression per se: pretty much all ores/ore products and special mining items like valves and engines, wild cocoons, ironwood (more than you think), bat wings, bamboo papaya, information discs (I keep the extra beyond the ones I give Petra for research in general for the storyline quest diagrams; I can complete the relics later), knight badges from the Round Table (minimum 250 of them), old parts, crystal necklace x1, dog food x1, soap x1, wildflower bouquet from Alice x1, tempering fluid, copper and steel wire, steel planks, welding rods. Can't think of the other ones that were super urgent and non-commission board rn as of Winter 1st (my latest stopping point) but yeah this is totally a hoarding game.

11. P.S. To get into the hazardous ruins area as a lower level, literally just dodge and run for 60 seconds. Do a hit if you feel brave. Yes, it's cowardly but it totally works and unlocks neat stuff you really need for certain quests. You can kick their asses later.

12. The worst that can happen if you die is that you get warped back home. Same for passing out at 3 AM but without the health depletion. Use that knowledge for what you will. I've noticed in boss battles it just bumps me back to the start of the battle with full health and stamina so I only get warped back further in other situations.

That's all I have for now but I may add more as I play. Hope this helps!

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