#bi-level deck

[arrowarcher]

Deck Pergolas

Huge mountain style backyard deck photo with a fire pit and a pergola

[traitorcas]

Modern Deck - Pergolas Ideas for a sizable contemporary backyard deck renovation featuring a fire pit and a pergola

[mahameruputra14]

Deck Drain Cast Iron

Deck Drain Cast Iron – Deck Drain Jembatan – Deck Drain Jalan di Indonesia.  Sebagai penulis yang tinggal di Surabaya, kota yang terkenal dengan curah hujan tinggi, saya sering melihat genangan air di jalan dan jembatan. Genangan air ini tidak hanya mengganggu lalu lintas, tetapi juga dapat merusak infrastruktur dan membahayakan keselamatan pengguna jalan. Untungnya, ada solusi untuk mengatasi…

[lover-of-mine]

I keep seeing all this press thing and just getting and the feeling of disconnected behind scenes and Im wondering if someone is going to get fired …

Okay, so, nuance. It depends on what created the disconnect. I'm assuming that whatever derailed the season and made Tim perma kill Bobby is what threw everything for a loop, so it would depend on how involved abc actually was with Peter leaving the show and all storylines being paused. Everyone and their mother is throwing Tim under the bus and making it seem like Tim went rogue but the concept of Tim being unsupervised enough to break a contract, in this case Peter's, on a whim and fully derail the plans for the season is crazy. Especially considering the amount of money that was put on the show. So it is a question of if the communication did happen but it was too late to cancel the stuff they had planned or if there was no communication and they weren't informed at all that the plan changed until it did because a lot of the season was changed given what we know. No matter what, people involved in Bobby dying for good and Ryan thinking he was fired for a month are having some uncomfortable meetings. But if this was a case of all parties agreeing they needed to break Peter's contract and it having unfortunate consequences, then it's probably a lot of damage control and probably some extra points surrounding the plan of s9 so it can't change as much.

BUT y'all know I have a lot of theories around the switch to abc, it all coming back to how I believe buddie was part of the reason they bought the show and that's the reason for the tone shift with them in 6b and for Buck come out the second they could get him out, also because they ordered a new 911 show instead for buying lone star, so they wanted a franchise out of it but only the og had something pre existing they wanted. In my humble opinion, those things were Angela Bassett, because she's Angela Bassett, and buddie, because one of a kind queer slowburn and abc wants a glaad award. And assuming I'm right about that, they have it in contract that buddie has to happen. My original theory, based on the promo, was that the deal was s7 get one of them out, s8 you get the other out, and s9 plays the will they/won't they. I thought that because of how much promo Ryan did for the end of s7 and 8a, and after the will they won't they from the deadline article, the end of season press tour and upfronts being planned around ryliver, also stuff like the jeopardy question, now the heads up pride deck, ryliver being how they announced s8, the amount of ryliver and buddie content posted to their Instagram, the NBA ad, it feels like the pr was under the impression that Eddie would be out by the end of s8 but he didn't come out. Because if they did all that knowing Eddie would be labeled straight 3 times before Buck got a single I'm bi out, then this is diabolical levels of queerbaiting. Because people can fight me all they want, using ryliver the way they were makes people expect buddie. Buck being out doesn't save them because they aren't teasing Buck with a guy, they are teasing Buck with Eddie. That's queerbaiting because it gives the impression that Buck is gonna get with Eddie and Eddie not queer. Promising queer with no follow through. Anyways...

So assuming I'm right about things the only way I would ever confirm is if one of the producers of the show decided to answer my questions honestly, if the pr was happening that way because there was a contractual expectation surrounding the buy that both of them would be out by the end of s8 and that didn't happen, then heads are rolling. No one wants to be in the middle of queerbaiting scandal in 2025 in the middle of people going to war because a character was written off. Especially not in the middle of producing a new spin off for the show. If all this happened because someone decided that buddie wasn't gonna happen yet for whatever reason and just didn't inform abc because they didn't feel like it, then everyone is about to have a really bad summer.

Those are the 2 extremes of the situation. The question is where the reality of the situation really is and what caused the shift in the show and the subsequent disconnect. We will probably not know unless someone gets very publicly fired. Anyway, those are my thoughts.

[garrickc]

Name: Garrick Callaghan Occupation: Driver / Street Racer Age: 34 [ 490 ] Sexuality: Bi. Species: Vampire Clan: Pretorious Hometown: Cork, Ireland. Relationship Status: Pining. Deader than dead. Personality Traits: Levelled, Humourful, Anarchistic, Turbulent, Chauvinist.

[ tw brief political mentions, europe and americas ]

BIOGRAPHY

A boy had once known nothing but the cries of revolutions, uprisings and insurgency. Parents who battled everything from governments to the monarchy, to whether there would be a meal in their stomachs later that day. What he can remember of Ireland is that the Tudors were snuffing out the dissent of the people, and his parents were merely faces etched into a too-young memory. He recalls that pacifying Ireland never lasted. Lordships, natives of the land who ripped back the country from greedy hands, given titles and coin. It didn't change anything in his life; he was not a lord, or a great name. The streets merely got a little quieter.

A yearning inside a boy, not to be a victor. But to be a leader, a man for the people. Whilst he didn't know it then, a revolutionary like the parents he barely knew. An impressionable boy, made vicious by the tides of war. There's no peace for the people.

It's more than thirty years before he knows what it is like to be on his first ship. A boy made man, an unknown. Still a scrapper, looking for his next meal. A stowaway, intending to see what the next land could bring him. If it would free him from the oppression, a country cut down the middle, a constant tug and pull. He'd learned the tricks of the streets, a swindle and a gambit. He'll come back, he says. He'll come back with answers.

He wasn't there for the reconquest. Ireland had left a mark, but there was nothing for a boy who scrounged for scraps that fell aimlessly from the silver tables of lords. A soldier without a cause; a loyalty to a country he never really knew; faces of the conquered, silenced and vanquished by battleaxes and their invaders.

It is no quick journey across the channel. A ship gone off-course, a bunch of sailors with mouths as wide as sharks, as slick as those on land, but with more self-preservation. They sail at night and hide in the galleys in the day. He's never heard these stories; never known the Captain to only be on deck when there is darkness. There's something on the ship, Liam, a deckhand says: a curse from the mainland, and he begins to think they're playing him.

He knows they are when they dock days later on Whiddy Island. Barely seventy-five kilometres from his hometown. There's no leaving this crew; no mercy for a stowaway on a pirate's vessel, and he remembers the awakening of a revolutionary, of the Munster coast and his first century as a corsair. Her name is Maeve, and she is the sister of Brenan, who captains the ship that would be his home in new immortality.

It takes a shipwreck to free him from the binds of a life at sea. By then, he barely recognises land. He survives the night of the wreck by burying himself beneath the sand of whatever shore he can swim to. A creature that does not need to breathe can be fast below the waves of a vicious ocean, evading the sun, starving but desperate to survive in the depths. He does not know what happens to Maeve, or Liam, or Brenan. No idea where the crew of the dead find themselves, but he crawls upon the French coast, needing to learn a language he's never once spoken.

These are not his people. But he no longer knows who is.

He navigates Louis XIV's France and its customs like a shadow. His accent comes through in every dialect he learns. He finds Spain, and Portugal. He traverses the streets like a shark out of water. But he cannot bring himself to go back to the seas. A vagabond with dirty hands and an unsavoury tongue he'll later learn to curb.

He meets a woman in France, like him. Francoise is from roots that would never grow beside his own. She offers him a glimmer of the world he has yet to see, and he offers her a companion in the endless night. A found sister, unlike the ruthlessness of the kind he has known. A noble-born, with a hunger like his, pushing against those who would make a selfish land.

He begins to walk like a local, adapting to the changing world after a century at sea, seeing dock towns and coastal cities between weeks and months. Kindness that had long been drowned seeps back in. A whippet of a man who cannot know enough about every new place he ventures; a tiresome thing to stay grounded in one place too long. The next century comes, and it's Risorgimento Italy. His accent is gone, only to be seen after one too many rums. His memories of lost comrades, pillagers and murderers linger but do not haunt. A world he is comfortable walking in begins to ignite the revolutionary, a war-torn boy, turned hungry pariah.

The next ship he gets on, it's a new age of machinery. Grandeur things claiming to cross an ocean like Columbus once did. It is different, but he is still a scoundrel. And he is still a dead, penniless man forgotten to the night. He offers his European sister a seat aboard the unknown, and she takes his hand like there is nowhere else she would rather be. Because he knows the seas, and it is his turn to lead.

New York is a foetal metropolis, and there is no familiarity in sight. He sees McKinley. And is reminded that there will always be an uprising. He sees Roosevelt in office. And is reminded of those working for the people. He sees Brooklyn, and he knows opportunity. Land operates differently from the tides. He'd never made a footing in any place too long, but New York had been a different beast.

A shadow with a name picks apart the first Ford Model T, when it comes off the assembly line. A world he won't allow to get ahead of him, twice. A sister feeds into his desires and they imagine a city of their own. It takes decades, as cars develop, for parts to be traded and for money to line pockets. He's got a new name, Ray, that had been a play on Raider. It'll be his city, and where the people war for their rights, he'll give them the pieces they'd never get to have otherwise. He begins to plants seeds and he'd never had that, not for longer than a decade, two. But, he needs more people. He needs people; a revolution starts with one, but ends with many. By the forties, he's operating a well-oiled network of stolen cars and in city street races. He's fighting the law to get his comrades out of lockup, and he's attracting more attention in all the wrong places.

In the fifties, he loses focus on his people and the cause he'd been fighting for. A good leader knows how to delegate. The gang is self-sufficient, he thinks, because there's a woman in his realm stepping too close to a world she doesn't belong in. He already expects to know she bleeds differently than him; an infatuation no different to the next beautiful creature prowling the night. And there's war brewing between New York boroughs. He has no time to consider that he's not the only shadowed immortal in the game; he has to protect his people and kick back against those who would outlaw the vices that give the city its life. But, Ray courts her in the form of putting her in the shotgun seat, and seeing how fast he can blow the speed limit. He knows his sister in crime, Frankie, will step in where he is absent. Where he has time to fall in love. It may have worked out if a sister hadn't too, been falling in love.

Their eyes are off the game for too long.

Lara's the forbidden fruit he isn't supposed to touch. He's learned to be a gentleman for her, to straighten out his language and his accent. To be leather jackets, cars and wear grease in his hair. Ray's not a carjacker, or a thief with her. There is no history they need to talk about when she asks him all those questions. Easy lies, because he's busy between humanity and the underbelly of New York. She isn't a future because she has a heartbeat and has no idea the cost of losing it.

He isn't thinking with his head.

Even after he proposes, he keeps her arm's length from the teeth and knives of the gang. Lara knows he's dangerous. Has to. Because to have a network of foot soldiers, to have a different car every week, she's smarter than that. Ray doesn't know how he'll do it (balance her between life and death), but she's a bit of light in the dark, and he'll fight guns and jaws to keep it because those don't come around often.

The night he takes her to bed is the night before their wedding.

It's the same night New York fractures. Brooklyn's at war with Manhattan, and Queens wants a piece. If it hadn't broken to pieces then, it may have been at the wedding. Mobs love to get personal to dismantle the hierarchy. Lara should never have got involved with a mob boss, had she ever wanted to live out her life. A man of the people wants to save everyone, but knows there are casualties of war. There is always blood. He never asked; Ray isn't a man who does.

He remembers her face, though, before and after he lets her see that he is a ruinous thing.

He isn't there after he bites, or when he feeds her death.

Because he can no longer be in New York. Frankie's alive, but nobody else is. There's fire on the streets, and they have to split the scene. Rosco's descend, and dust sizzles fresh on the concrete. His people, fallen. His shadowed empire in New York, overrun by another, bigger, badder beast. Frankie leaves her love like it cost her nothing but a dime, and she has to convince a man who feels like he's wrecked at sea again, to leave too. A leader knows when to retreat, he believes. Recover, live to fight another day.

He doesn't see Lara again.

And he doesn't make his way back to New York, for decades after. Fleeing in the dark, they travel West, South, across the borders. Sheltered in the day, every new city, from New Orleans, to San Francisco, is not the same. He's no revolutionary, no matter what century he may have tried. It plagues his mind, for so long after.

A man of the people would never have fled.

A man of the people would have been a martyr.

(Though, without love to interfere, he may never have needed to be)

His search for a light in the dark has brought him to Port Leiry, where an artefact has surfaced that'd allow a man to walk beneath the sun. It's the light he'd never believed he'd see again. So he's come for it. That, and to visit an old friend.

CONNECTIONS

Lara Rivkin | protege & ex-fiance Frankie Noialles | pseudo-sister & partner in (former) crime

HEADCANONS

He is perpetually heartbroken to have left behind his Chevy Corvette in NY in the 50s, and he’s made it his business to steal one if he sees one in every city he goes. He has to drive them out of state, and rip a plate to ever get to keep them for longer than a month or two.

Since being in Port Leiry, Garrick has found himself involved in the Blacktop Mile scene. He's got himself behind a few wheels to fill his time and to relive some past history. He's not sure if Oregon is New York, but he's testing the waters of what operations are in the area. He'd buy the land, but he's strapped for cash.

Garrick's accent is still heavily influenced by Brooklyn, and a lot of his language has stuck. When he drinks, he tends to be less well-spoken or smooth and a lot more sailor at sea; rum is his choice, and he's never been able to kick it.

Still strongly opinionated about the state of the world, and it's socio-economic affairs. Anti-social divide everywhere he goes, has more belief towards fair opportunity for the people, and not just the aristocracy.

He's known to linger and test his luck too close to Olympic Serval, both to sit with those without homes, and spin tales and to wander the ship in a state of reminiscence.

He knows he's not welcome at the Ports, either. But that's never stopped him.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

HERE.

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

Hello, can you do MLT in Twice that is good in bed. 🥹🥹🥹

Dahyun (2 of Cups/Queen of Pentacles) Oooh I love this energy. She is going to the top haha She loves the emotional connection and bond one has while having sex. She enjoys the process, she is fun and energetic and very passionate. She seems to have a magnetic pull towards her that men gravitate towards and love, she just oozes sexual charm and energy. She would probably be fun to sleep with. I think she enjoys exploring her sexual side and enjoys the act of sex with a partner she can connect with.

Momo (Ace of Pentacles/King of Wands) She may just let things build slowly and she does the ground work. She is bold and courageous, a lioness, a passionate lover and can be pretty dominating. She seems to have a lot of sexual energy and can be a creative person when it comes to sex. She would be someone who likes to experiment as well.

Chaeyoung (The High Priestess/The Lover) She may like to keep her freakiness behind closed doors and keep that private. She is a passionate lover and can be intense, she needs to magnetize and feel that chemistry with a person, like I can see them being all over each other, lots of touching and kissing and she just can’t get enough of the person. Intensity and passion is what I get here. But she keeps that side to herself, so not sure she will be public with her affection in front of others. 

Sana (The Hierophant/The Sun) She could have learned a lot from elders or learned about sex from others. She seems to be vibrant and has a lot of energy when it comes to sex. It seems it is a form of self-expression for her and she has fun and enjoyment of it. These cards give me someone who is having a good time and enjoying the moment, so she is someone who has fun with it and it can be energizing and liberating for her.

 Tzuyu (2 of Pentacles/Queen of Pentacles) She is very Earthy, Queen of Pentacles usually gives me someone who can do it on their own and doesn’t really need a partner to satisfy herself, but with the 2 of pentacles if she does have sex that got to be able to bring something to the table for her and satisfy her and she can do the same for them. She is quite practical about it, like you do this for me, and I do this for you. She isn’t much about the passion and love for it. If she is with someone she will do it, as long as they help another, but I don’t see her hooking up or sleeping with someone just for funsies. 

Nayeon (6 of Swords/Page of Swords) I can see curiosity from her end, reading books to try to learn how to do things and what to do. She may read something and want to try what she has read about. Sex can be a bit difficult for her and can be an emotional rollercoaster for her, but she doesn’t try to let the emotions get the best of her or tries to push them down. Not sure I really understood the 6 of swords here. I think if things are difficult, during sex she tries to improve things by reading stuff to improve things in her sex life. 

Jeongyeon (Ace of Swords/Justice) She keeps a level head. It seems she is the type to plan things out, but things are not fully planned out. She has an idea of what she wants to do, but it doesn’t always work out that way. She likes things to be fair and balanced. She seems to intellectualize sex and it isn’t something out of passion and that happens on the spot. She seems very rational when it comes to sex. A bi stoic and unemotional about it, she seems pretty matter of fact about it. 

Jihyo (4 of Cups/Knight of Swords) She doesn’t seem all that emotionally connected when it comes to sex, and can get pretty bored. She isn’t all that much fun in bed from what I am getting here. It is like let’s do it and get over with. She may want it done as quick as possible. This knight of swords in this deck, the imagery is of someone running away, so yeah, she doesn’t seem all that in it or invested in it. Maybe for her communication is important, but that could get lost in the shuffle.

Mina (7 of Cups/5 of Pentacles) I think she may fantasize and imagine things, but not sure if she has sex often or not sure. She feels alone and isolated. She may struggle to find a partner or someone to be with in that way. She may also feel she isn’t good enough or has any skill in that area, so she may not have sex. It is just more a fantasy for her and in her imagination at the moment. She is also uncertain how to go about it.

Okay, after this one. I will start doing these requests on the weekends, this takes a bit more time for me to do it during the week for these ask, but I am interested in doing more groups for this one.

[postgameblues]

[Daiki Aomine headcanons]

1. He was born in Mumbai, in the middle of monsoon season, and sometimes he still dreams about the thunder. He doesn’t remember much, but whenever it rains that hard, something in his chest feels too full.

2. His Hindi is flawless. He barely speaks it around others, but when he’s alone with his grandmother on the phone, his whole voice softens. The cadence changes. He sounds like someone else..warmer, gentler.

3. The only people he listens to are his grandmother and Momoi. His mom yells too much and his dad never said enough, but those two? They could ask him to jump and he’d already be midair.

4. He started playing basketball because of the fighting. It was either that or run away for good. His mom shoved a ball into his hands and said “go burn it off.” He did. He still is.

5. Momoi’s been around forever. They met in daycare, she stole one of his fried shrimp and he didn’t deck her, which apparently meant they were bonded for life.

6. He knew he was bi the second Kuroko touched his wrist during a middle school game and looked at him like he could see through every wall. And that scared the shit out of him. The real reason he pulled away.

7. He’s never hooked up with a guy. Not because he doesn’t want to…but because it would mean something. Girls were always easy to forget. Boys? One might stick.

8. His music taste is pure chaos. He’ll go from Regina Spektor’s heartbreak piano to Rob Zombie’s gore anthems without blinking. Says it reflects his “emotional range.”

9. He doesn’t really cry. But when he does, it’s in the shower, with the water too hot and the lights off. Nobody’s ever caught him.

10. He’s fluent in sarcasm, Hindi, and the sound of silence when something’s about to snap. Emotional fluency? Still working on it.

11. He’s great at art. Charcoal, pencil, digital—whatever. He just doesn’t do it much. Says it’s boring now. The truth is he drew too many people he doesn’t talk to anymore.

12. Same with guitar. He learned fast. Too fast. His fingers remember things his heart tries to forget. Strings hurt in the way emotions don’t.

13. He’s a sneakerhead to the point of obsession. His closet is full of boxes, unworn Jordans, rare collabs, custom Nikes. Some still have the paper inside. He just likes owning them.

14. Massive fear of spiders and snakes. Once screamed bloody murder during a field trip when a garden snake slithered past. Nobody lets him live it down.

15. He’s a huge gamer. Pokémon, Call of Duty, Apex, Magic the Gathering, he’ll disappear into it for hours. It’s one of the only places he feels in control.

16. He made Kagami in 2K once. Fully customized stats, perfect face scan, stupid nickname like “Inferno King.” Won’t admit it, but he plays as him when he’s feeling lonely.

17. He wants to leave Japan someday. Maybe back to India. Maybe somewhere quieter. He just knows this place never really felt like home.

18. Favorite food is brisket. The first time he had it at a summer festival, he nearly cried. Smoked, sweet, spicy—something about it stuck.

19. He’s a night owl to a dangerous degree. Sleeps at 4AM, wakes at noon, runs drills under moonlight. He says the world’s quieter when nobody’s watching.

20. When he falls for someone, he’s clingy as hell. Like koala-level. Cuddles like he’ll die if you move. Definitely would insist on the matching Christmas pajamas.

[midnighttailor-maid]

Some more of my reimagined Dark Forest alternate creepypasta timeline/AU characters’ headcannons.

#4: Liu Woodsman:

He is 1 year older than Jeff. He was blond as a 13-14 yr old, but as he grew up his hair either darkened to a brown color, or stayed blond but still darkened & got dirtier. He has the exact same haircut he’s worn since childhood, because he dislikes change & is a perfectionist, & also a little bit of a germophobe. Like his brother & Zero, I imagine he is Bi or Pan, but only when it comes to romance, seggsually speaking he is demisexual. He was married once to a woman named Rachel, & will never marry again, although dating & serious relationships are not off the table for him. He has tons & tons of scars where his stitches used to be. He lives in a shack on the beach somewhere, which he constantly cleans to keep the beach germs out of. He decided he never wanted to have kids, because he’s more responsible than Jeff & knows the kid will likely also inherit Veiss-Kestlerkunich Syndrome; Because of this, he was secretly glad Rachel had cancer & wnet through chemo at some point when she was a teenager(not because he wanted her to have had cancer per ce, but because she couldn’t have kids because of the chemotherapy). Rachel did likely save some of her eggs, but never asked Liu to start a family, since they were only married for 5 years, & she wanted to save up money first. If she had asked him for sperm or something, he would have lied & said HE was infertile, & insisted she use ANYONE else’s sperm for her kids. He was also a serial killer, like Jeff; He stalked the citizens of a small New England boardwalk town he ran away to after escaping the hospital, called Seaweed Hollow, & dumped their bodies into Sullivan’s Harbor, hince why he eventually became known as “The Sullivan’s Harbor Killer,” or just “Sully.” He has very little to no memories of what happened up to 48 hour before his parents’ deaths & his own critical wounding. When he kills, he is much more methodical & calm than his brother & tries to get rid of bodies cleanly. He also does things to avoid getting caught, for example using latex gloves & covering his hair with a hairnet, as well as crafting suprisingly convincing alibies. He has conflicting feelings about his brother; on 1 hand, he still has older-brother & parentified child instincts towards Jeff, but on the other, he dislikes how messy Jeff’s kills are & how he just doesn’t care if he gets caught or not, & he also sees Jeff as competition.

#5: JANE ARKEN:

Her birthname is Joan Witchhazel. She was less spoiled than most girls in the fancy, wealthier neighborhood Jeff’s family moved to after Peter Woodsman’s promotion, but was also more immature & childish. She could read people very well, but had a kinda blind spot for adults. She considers herself “plain,” but was probably just less decked-out in makeup than half her classroom(regardless of gender; some rich boys also wear makeup, although they would probably deny it.). She had a crush on Jeff as a kid, but it was short-lived, as he would ruin her entire life as soon as he got out of the hospital; After “the incident,” her crush on him fizzled out & was immediately replaced by near-infernal levels of hatred. Jeff also probably had a crush on her, but after he snapped at Billy’s party, it was replaced by cold apathy. As an 18-36 yr old adult, she wore a dress inspired by victorian women’s mourning clothing, mixed with a dominatrix-y getup. when dhe was in her late-30’s, however, she turned to religion to try to make sense of the workd after Jeff temporarily “got better,” from his medication trials, & joined a convent, which she would resign from after Jeff became insane again, redevoting her life to hunting Jeff down. She married an abusive man named Darryl to get away from a truly effed-up set of foster parents when she was only 17, had a daughter named Elizabeth with him & divorced him 9 years later, then married another man named Stanley, & had a second daughter named Danica(in memory of her deceased friends, Dani & Erica; Her middle name is Marcy). She actually liked him, but there was no spark whatsoever & she mostly just married him for stability for her kids. Suffice it to say, they didn’t really work.

[thealexchen]

an ex deck nine dev admitted they saw Max as a lesbian but square forced a romance with a male on the new game. I will say I don't see people thinking Max is a lesbian is bi erasure due to the journals in lis1. Max displays a shocking amount of lesbian comphet signs all the way down to accepting the date and admitting she doesn't feel romantically for him and only sees him as a brother and isn't comfortable with his interest. She can kiss him in epi 5 after all these comphet like journals but the truth is lesbians relate a lot to how she seems unable to feel past the surface level. Chloe had sex with boys and seen as a lesbian so when it comes to lis1 canon, where Max herself doesn't even know it's very open

That's totally valid! Anyone is entitled to what they believe Max's sexuality is; I apologize for any misinterpretations my words may have caused and I'm willing to put this topic to rest now. Unfortunately I don't think we're ever going to get a definitive word on it because DN answered years ago they wrote Max's sexuality as up to the player, and a lot of players don't take D9's word seriously anymore based on how they've retconned information from DN's version of events.

[mjrtaurus]

It is once again time to push yet another random agenda 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️!

Allow me to be (probably) the first to introduce the concept of Fujitora X Dadan! (Or FujiDan, DanTora, TigerBandit, etc etc I’m great with concepts, bad at naming them).

I’d imagine they meet at some Marine gala Dadan couldn’t get out of attending (gee, thanks Grandpa!) and stumbles upon Kuzan, Kizaru and Fujitora playing cards in the corner. She immediately asks to join and is surprised on how evenly matched she and Issho are since she’s the best at cards in the family. Eventually Kuzan and Kizaru leave because “It’s not fun losing to you guys all night.”

The two spend the rest of the night talking as they play. At first Dadan's pretty quiet because she thinks he’s just trying to get her guard down but he’s..genuinely interested in all her answers?? What a weirdo. Still, pretty damn great at cards. By the end of the night they part ways as friendly acquaintances (Dadan does not throw around the word friend so casually) and Dadan vows to beat him next time they play.

Sometime after that first meeting is when Fujitora starts feeling a little smth-smth. He couldn’t remember the last time he had enjoyed a conversation so much! Dadan was just so authentic, real in a way the stuffy wall of Marineford would never allow. Throughout all their matches she didn’t once try to go easy on him or lie to him just to win, every loss was taken with grace as long as you consider swearing vengeance next round in your definition of grace of course. Truly a breath of fresh air. He was really regretting not getting her number that night because he wanted nothing more than to hear her voice again.

The next time they cross paths is an another Marine and family social event that Dadan still tried to get out of but with a little less fuss than usual. Colour the family shocked! Dragon and Kuzan hover around her the whole night out of fear that she’s sick! What other possible reason would Monkey D ‘I Hate Marines’ Dadan have to even slightly want to be here-

And then Fujitora approaches, card deck in hand, and ask if Dadan was willing to play again.

Her brothers had seen Dadan be competitive and all but the way she perked up…that was certainly new.

Part of me adores this, but another part of me adores the idea of butch lesbian Dadan, but another part of me wonders if Issho would be the one man that makes her realize that “oh, I might actually be bi, hold on”.

He indulges her fiery attitude because he finds it refreshing. She feels a little more grounded with his steady level-headedness. They compliment each other very well.

Romantic or no, there would definitely be a relationship there in the right set of circumstances.

[smittywing]

Ficbit 8: Jason Todd/Tim Drake

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Possibly Bernard is not just cannon fodder.

~

Jason laid low for the next few weeks. There was a world-ending event that he noped out on and he entirely skipped one of the Riddler’s rampages by volunteering to substitute for Dick on an off-planet Titans mission. Dick and Tim got a lot more fun out of the Riddler than Jason ever did.

But eventually, Tim called for help and Jason was the closest. 

Insectoid, three of them,and Robin was backed onto a roof by two while the other one poked holes in the asphalt below.

“Were these people?” Jason asked, landing on the rooftop and firing some rubber bullets in a gap between the carapace. One of the insectoids shrieked.

“Nope,” Robin replied. “Feel free to use the real things, but I need you ground level, this was some kind of restaurant experiment gone wrong and there are people down there.”

“Sure you’re okay up here?” Jason checked.

“Bernard’s down there,” Tim said, and oh. Of course.

“On it,” Jason said crisply and fired off a rappelling grapple. He swung easily to the ground and shot the knee out of the rampaging ant-thing on the ground. Well. One of the joints in one of the legs. Close enough. He didn’t actually have regular bullets on him because Gotham crime tended to be human-on-human or sometimes sentient-meta-on-human. But he certainly didn’t feel bad about using the rubber bullets at close range.

“On your six!” Great, citizen participation.

“Get down!” Jason roared and then spun on his heel to - 

See Bernard Dowd, formerly known as Cannon Fodder, connect a solid roundhouse punch into the side of the insectoid’s leg joints.

What the actual shit.

“You just,” he gasped out with no idea how he was going to finish the sentence.

“I’ve been practicing!” Bernard called, his sneaker connecting with another appendage.  “Keeps me in shape!”

“Great.  Don’t die,” Jasons called back because Timmers would fucking *kill* him.

~

No wonder Replacement was so over the moon for this guy. Bernard was actually useful. Yeah, he wasn't going up against Shiva or taking the World’s Most Awesome Axe to any parademons, but Bernard was sufficiently competent to keep himself and some bystanders alive while Jason cleared the deck. 

“Nice job,” he said reluctantly when the identified threats were down or in retreat. “You should get to safety though.”

“Nah,” Bernard said *right to Jason’s fucking face. “My boyfriend, Tim Drake, will be back in a minute. Nothing's going to happen to me when he's around.”

“Uh.” Jason was speechless. Quipless. Wordless, even. “Okay?” 

Was Bernard legit telling Jason that he knew Tim was Robin? 

No. 

Yes?

Jason tilted his head. 

Bernard blinked. He looked calm and confident. 

No. 

“Bernard!”

And sure enough, there was Tim Drake, jogging up to them. 

“Okay,” Jason said to Bernard. “I’m out of here. Scream like a girl if you need me.” Tim gave him the hairy eyeball and Jason, who hated Bruce's disappearing bullshit, went with his grapple gun for the quickest possible exit. 

~

“Hey, your internalized homophobia is showing,” Tim greeted Jason about three hours later. 

“Huh?” Jason asked eloquently. Replacement was in his territory this time and his only reason for being there seemed to be policing Jason. 

“Scream like a girl?” Tim prompted. 

“No.” Jason stared at him. “You know I said that long before you came out. You do not get a buy for being gay.”

“Bi,” Tim corrected, smirking. Jason let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. “I get a buy for being bi.”

“Also,” he said, and smacked Tim upside the back of his head. 

“Hey! What was that for!”

“You let me call your boyfriend Cannon Fodder for *months* and you knew he could fight!”

Tim grinned, and again Jason wondered at how talking about Bernard lit up his face. 

“Yeah,” he said, sounding like a complete and total sap. “I mean, he doesn't have our training but he….” Tim fucking *blushed.* 

“Oh my god, stop,” Jason said, because vicarious embarrassment was apparently a thing that affected him for the first time ever. “I’m just saying, he’s not complete Cannon Fodder.”  

“He's been kidnapped four times,” Tim said matter-of-factly. “I’ve started calling him that in my head. Don't tell anyone.”

“Anyone?” Jason asked after a beat, because Blondie would *love* this. 

“Don't even think about it,” Tim warned. “You know Steph would sell me out in a heartbeat.”

“How did you know I was talking about Blondie?” Jason demanded.

“Who else were you going to tell?” Tim asked. “Bruce, Tim let me call his boyfriend Cannon Fodder even though he can probably beat up the Riddler.”

“Did he beat up the Riddler?” Jason asked, because the Riddler *had* been rampaging last week and at this point, he’d believe it.

“No,” Tim said and then blushed. “A couple of his goons, yeah. He solved some of the riddles, too, which was fun.”

“Huh. Didn’t realize he knew the Secret. Does he know who I am?”

“What? No, he doesn’t know I’m Robin,” Tim said. “Riddler did the thing like in Keystone City a few years back and just airdropped a bunch of riddles on Midtown. So I picked some up and we figured them out, but he just thought we were doing it for fun.”

“Are you sure?” Jason asked, thinking of their most recent interaction. “Because I think he knows.”

“Wow,” Tim said with a sigh. “My life would be so much easier if he did.”

~

Turns out Bernard knew exactly who Tim played dress-up as at night. He spilled the beans by rounding up Batman and Robin, Nightwing and Batgirl, Spoiler and Orphan, and half the marina to save Tim and Kate from the weird cult they’d infiltrated.

Jason wasn’t invited.

It was fine.

~

It wasn’t actually fine. Tim’s pupils had officially gone heart-shaped and being around him made Jason want to throw up a little bit in his mouth. He and Bernard did a lot of canoodling on the boat and Tim didn’t seek out Jason to discuss investigations or be extra muscle on his cases.

Jason missed Tim.

It wasn’t exactly something he was going to advertise so he kept to himself and patrolled his area of Gotham without venturing into anyone else’s territory.

Some people didn’t have the same compunction.

“You’re not coming to Tim’s birthday party?” Batman demanded. Because of course Bruce got dressed up in his scariest costume to come harass Jason about his social calendar. “I thought you were working to integrate more closely with the family.” 

*I thought you were trying.*

“Maybe that was a mistake,” Jason said roughly. “Maybe I fucked up, old man.” He stared out over at the city, a collage of lights and shadows, beautiful and deadly, and superceding everything else, *home*.

“Hrm. Oracle. Is this roof blacked out?”

Jason didn’t hear the answer but a second later, Bruce pushed the cowl back. Jason turned his head automatically, like he was compelled to make sure it really was Bruce under there.

“Tim’s disappointed we haven’t heard from you. He assumes you’re not coming.”

“Good detective work on his part.” Jason approved. “Because I’m not.”

“When I was your age,” Bruce said, and then winced. “This is making me feel old.”

Jason tossed him a look that was meant to mean, *get on with your point or get off my roof* but may have included some, *there’s some self-awareness for you.*

“Anyway. I had a crush on someone I shouldn’t have,” Bruce confessed. “Someone married, actually. He wanted to stay in the closet. And he did. I never told him how I felt. And I lost him.”

Bruce put his hand on Jason’s shoulder and Jason felt like his insides were caving in.

“I have a lot of regrets,” he said. “Don’t be me.”

“So you’re saying I should just barge in and break up Tim and Bernard,” Jason asked, letting go of all his secrets. After all, who was he, trying to hide something from Batman?

“No,” Bruce said. “But I’m on your side, Jaylad.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” Bruce said, pulling his cowl back up. “I don’t want that kid to be cannon fodder but he’s really intent on putting himself in the middle of everything.”

“You’re never on my side,” Jason accused.

“How are you always so sure which side I’m on?” Batman asked, and stepped onto the brick wall lining the roof. He shot a grapple and paused before jumping. “Don’t let this be the thing that defeats you.”

And he was gone.

~

[littleeyesofpallas]

Ugh having the dream again where I'm just stuck under neath an endless crawlspace under someone's deck and there just infinite spiders of increasing size and weird unrealistic anatomical menace. And I just have to keep moving and waving away webs and trying not to let them bite me. It's not even panic or fear that gets me so much as it is the tenseness of needing to keep moving and keep brushing things away but never too fast or too sudden. Just the steadily increasing pressure of the scenario.

Until finally I do panic and let it all get to me and this time theres some HRGeiger ass whip-tailed arachnoid thing on my face and as the stinger hits me I jolt awake to find my vision weirdly distorted bi can see shifting mosaic patterns and hallucinatory colors on the bedroom ceiling that distressingly don't seem to go away even as I lower my heart rate. Not quite a "glitchy" effect. I can see a level of white that's not in line with the light in the room

For a half second I think the dream was a manifestation of something else, and that I've had some kind of I dunno psychotic break in my sleep. Afraid my vision is fucked and I'm just like this now. Some cold water and a few deep breaths tell me otherwise.

[mahameruputra14]

Deck Drain Cast Iron Jembatan Jawa Tengah - Deck Drain Jembatan Jawa Tengah

Deck Drain Jembatan: Menjaga Jalan Bebas Genangan dan Aman Ketika kita berbicara tentang jembatan, keindahan desain dan kekuatan struktural seringkali menjadi fokus utama. Namun, ada aspek yang tak boleh diabaikan, yaitu Deck Drain Jembatan. Ini adalah sistem yang berperan penting dalam menjaga keamanan dan integritas jembatan dengan mengalirkan air hujan dan air permukaan secara efisien. Inilah…

[islandsaoirse]

Level 5 is interesting cause like, they did a Konami but good. Came out swinging with *multiple* hits. Inazuma Eleven boom, Professor Layton boom, Ni No Kuni boom, YoKai Watch BOOM and a bunch of other smaller but generally liked games (Fantasy Life, Megaton Musashi, Snack World) and then they…dipped for a while during the generation change. And that dip *feels* weird right? I looked at the reviews of the games! People still think the games feel pretty damn good yet there hasn’t been a new yoKai watch since 2019. Prof Layton is coming back when it feels he should’ve been like a bi-yearly thing. Is it that they really struggled with higher development costs versus developing just for the DS?

Even if that’s only part of the reason it kinda proves to me how unique the DS was as a popular option to develop games for tbh. Before the DS atleast on Nintendo handheld consoles a lot of games where Lesser ports tm or Tetris. The DS had this combination of power, gimmick, install base and low dev cost that companies like Level 5 and others could just afford to experiment. I think that’s the platonic ideal of the gaming handheld, smaller than the Deck, has *just* enough power for a game that feels “full” but also has a central and strong enough gimmick to make *not* taking advantage of it a little sad.

[nareas-free-games]

Dungeons and Degenerate Gamblers

Ich habe schon viel von“ Balatro“ gehört und einiges war positiv. Das hat mich an ein anderes, kleineres Spiel erinnert mit ähnlicher Prämisse. Wo ich bei Poker mir immer merken muss, welche Hand höher ist als die andere, ist es bei „Dungeons and Degenerate Gamblers“ wesentlich leichter, da ich nur bis 21 zählen muss, mehr oder weniger.

Wir spielen hier nämlich Black Jack gegeneinander und jeder mit seinem eigenen Deck. In der Story gehe ich durch die Taverne und kämpfe gegen jeden, der mich schief anschaut, um sowohl Level aufzusteigen als auch ein paar ihrer Karten an mich zu reißen.

Am Anfang steht die Auswahl zwischen den vier Hauptfarben Herz, Pik, Kreuz und Caro die jeweils unterschiedlichen Fähigkeiten besitzen. Herzen heilen mich, Kreuz teilt mehr Schaden aus, Pik gibt mir einen Schild und Caro bringt mir mehr Chips, was essenziell die Währung ist.

Allein hier ist schon erkennbar, dass es nicht ein normales Kartenspiel ist. Jede andere Karte, die erscheint, hat eine andere seltsame Fähigkeit. Eine blanke Karte kopiert eine vom eigenen Ablagestapel, der Joker füllt auf 21 auf, Pi ist entweder eine 3 oder 4

Wo ist es gelandet?

Wunschliste und später definitiv in der Bibliothek. Ich freue mich schon darauf, diese degenerierten Spielsüchtigen mit meinen seltsamen Karten zu verwirren. Die Demo zeigt schon einiges und macht Lust auf mehr.

Wünschen würde ich mir noch einen separaten Modus, bei dem ich mein Deck selbst zusammen würfeln kann und dann gegen zufällige Gegner spiele.

Link zum Spiel [Steam und itch.io]:

Veröffentlichungsdatum:

2024

[ragingbookdragon]

Knowledge To Be Shared

Vasco X De Sardet

Word Count: 1.1K Warnings: None

Author's Note: But it's about the bi-pirate!!! -Thorne

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Vasco had to admit that there were plenty of times that De Sardet had proved himself a noble of true and genuine character. The man practically bled a desire to help people, to raise a sword to injustice, and right any and all wrongs. Even as reserved as the noble could be at times, Vasco saw De Sardet for who he truly was—a good person, through and through.

But even if it were all of the times he saw De Sardet proving himself a good person, it was truly the first instance of seeing a noble even associate with a low-born that had made the greatest impact on Vasco.

Vasco had the rare opportunity to brew a cup of coffee and he sat in the corner, nursing his hot cup as he viewed the mess hall. The Coin Guard and the Prince had already finished breakfast, leaving the others to their food as they chittered about fencing on the deck. It was only a few minutes later that their resident Legate had decided to make his appearance, and Vasco expected him to be wearing his entire armor set (as most nobles did to let the Nauts aboard know that they were in the presence of a royal), but the man was wearing a simple black cotton shirt that was tucked into a pair of dark mahogany trousers. His hair, of course, was taken care of and his face washed, so at least he maintained a level of personal hygiene even if his dress stated otherwise.

He watched as De Sardet fixed himself a plate and sat down towards the end of one of the tables where Jonas, Lauro, and Flavia were sitting. He took out a small booklet, no bigger than his palm and cracked it open, quietly reading its contents as he ate. It was only then that Vasco realized that Jonas’ eyes were on the booklet, occasionally shifting to his hands, then to De Sardet’s face, and he heard Flavia encouraging him.

“Um…Lord De Sardet?” Jonas’ voice was quiet, a little unsure and after De Sardet didn’t respond he cleared his throat and asked a little louder, “Lord De Sardet?”

The noble startled, evidently quite absorbed in his book, blinking as he looked to his side, confused expression breaking way to a welcoming smile as he greeted, “Ah, Jonas! Forgive me, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“It’s aright, my Lord.” He fidgeted in his seat. “I was perhaps wondering if…” his eyes met Flavia’s who smiled brightly at him. “If you had the time…would you teach me…how to read?”

De Sardet blinked, his confusion taking hold again as he asked, “Nauts can’t read?”

Flavia spoke this time. “We lot know enough to get by, but only those that are considered for higher rank are taught. That is unless we learn some other way.”

He looked back at Jonas who was still fidgeting slightly in his seat; a calm smile broke across his face, and he nodded. “I’d be honored to teach you, Jonas.”

“R-really? You would teach me?”

“Of course! Knowledge should be shared by everyone. And being able to read? Now that is something that everyone should be taught. What is life without being able to read a good story before bed?”

The three sailors beside him laughed heartily and he waved Jonas to sit beside him. “What is this?”

“A selection of specific poetry. My mother’s favorite little book that held all of her favorites. It was made specially for her.” He smiled fondly if a little heartbroken at the booklet. “There is no other book like it.” De Sardet laid the book in front of him. “Do you know your letters, Jonas?”

“I do…but putting the words together is a bit harder.” He shifted. “Speaking is easier than writing and reading. It’s strange.”

“No, I understand. It is quite a strange phenomena to be able to hear words and emulate others by learning to speak the same way but seeing words on paper and trying to read and write, is much harder.” He waved a hand. “All the same, we will start with this one. It’s short and simple. Easy enough that you’ll be able sound words out.”

Jonas nodded, ready to prove himself, and Vasco couldn’t help but let his heart feel light at the view before him.

***

Vasco had never felt such an overwhelming yet so calming sense of peace unlike that of being wrapped up in De Sardet’s arms. The man was a giant, stood just a couple inches taller than Kurt and was just as fit, if not more so, and he hugged and held like a bear. Vasco couldn’t even move, not that he wanted to, from where his back was pressed up against the Legate’s chest, legs tangled, the noble’s nose buried in caramel strands, relaxing breath puffing over his neck.

“You’re thinking too loud,” De Sardet muttered into tan skin.

Vasco snorted. “How can you even tell such a thing?”

“Hmm…your thigh tenses whenever you’re in deep thought.” He shifted, resting his chin on his shoulder. “What are you thinking about, my love?”

A giddiness fluttered in the Naut’s chest; he let out a wistful sigh and turned his head. “I was just thinking about when I started viewing you differently.”

De Sardet nodded. “I’ve got to assume it was well into our travels on the island. We’ve certainly met our fair share of opportune moments.”

“Actually, the first moment I thought differently of you was when I saw you teaching Jonas how to read.”

The noble paused, looking down. “You saw?”

“Did you not see me in the corner?”

“…No…?”

Vasco laughed, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you didn’t even see me.”

“I mean, in my defense, I was more concerned about getting some breakfast before it was eaten by ravenous sailors.”

“We are not ravenous!”

“Oh, I don’t know, I’ve seen you after a long day of all work. You look like a ulg devouring a deer.”

“I DO NOT!”

“I quite literally saw you tear into a turkey leg the other night with nothing but your teeth. Like a ravenous man.”

“I USED A FORK AND A KNIFE!”

“Are you sure? Because I distinctly remember dinner occurring differently.”

“I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS SLANDER!” Vasco tried to wriggle out of De Sardet’s arms, but the cage he was in was way too tight and he thrashed around before letting out a growl and settling back.

“Done?”

“Yes,” he grunted begrudgingly.

De Sardet grinned and leaned around, pecking around Vasco’s face until the Naut let out a laugh and shoved at him; the noble eased up and stared down at him with a smile. “I love you, Vasco.”

“I love you, my Tempest.”