#tamson

[td-rarepairs]

in a better world the amalgamation between the larper and the goths happened and we got crimmy/tamson(?) and lennui/ennard(?) out of it

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[ifra-strawberii]

Tam the Mizutsune!

A studious, gentlemanly Mizutsune boy who is trying his best to be well-mannered. But, can also get bubbly around the right people!... or, maybe literally bubbly if around the wrong people? Either way, soap's not too hard to wash out!

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[groundrunner100]

Share your FAVORITE episodes in reblogs!

[duckiesdoodlesdelight]

hello tumblrr i drew my d&d campaign's bosses

i think i decided to call it A Cowboy's Guide to the Feywild theres about 3 more sessions left (one or two of the players have other stuff going on) maybe i'll babble about it sometime. i've had a lotta fun dm'ing for them :D

[strabbypreserves]

Happy birthday to my beloved qpp, @savbugsnax!! I offer you an exhausted Fiddlepin family after a long day :]

[crazydiscostu]

Hidizs S9 Pro DAC AMP

A DAC is a little box full of sunshine and magic....

What is a DAC? And do I need one? The answer is – A DAC is a Digital to Analogue Converter, and you don’t NEED one but it certainly makes things sound lovely, especially as the one we’re reviewing today is portable, sleek, amplified and well balanced. Join us for a review of the Hidizs S9 Pro DAC. S9 Pro supplied by Hidizs for review purposes Hidizs “Hidizs is a company with a singular…

[sstormyskyess]

Night Terrors

author's note: this is shorter than i'd like but i'm still happy about how it turned out 👍 enjoy!

cw: hurt/comfort, nightmares, canon-typical violence

word count: 1500+

John “Soap” MacTavish / GN!Reader "Brass"

The sky was pitch black while you and Soap waded through the wet mud of the marshy surroundings. “How much longer until we get there?” You groan. Your feet were pruned in your boots, the wetness seeping in through the fabric parts. The target building still wasn’t in sight yet.

“Ten minutes. Less if you stop whining and get your arse in gear.” Ghost’s voice crackles through your receiver and you huff, rolling your eyes. Soap chuckles and glances back at you, shrugging his shoulders. “L.T.’s got a point, Brass. You’d be fair puckled too, though, Ghost. We’re a’ Jock Tamson’s bairns.” You groan. “I don’t know what that means, Soap. Neither of us do.” Ghost hums in agreement.

“You’re just uncultured! You should read up on it in your spare time.” Soap shakes his head. “Just keep walking, MacTavish.” Ghost says, deadpanned. You could almost see the look on his face in your head, making you chuckle. “Aye, L.T.—let’s go Brass!” Soap declares, marching on his merry way.

Getting to the target’s location felt like a breeze from there. Almost too easy. Soap shook that strange feeling off, though; he had a job to do. He stared up at the towering building in front of you both. It was around 40 floors if he had to estimate. He turns to you and nods. “You ready to go?” He approached the busted automatic glass doors and pried them open with your help.

It was surprisingly easy to clear each floor. No major threats, only a few lone shooters and a turret or two. Ghost had gone quiet on the other end of the line, though; that was really the only thing he was concerned about. You were also silent beside him. It was rare for him to get anxiety on a standard mission, but for some reason, his heart was racing.

You make it to the top floor—still silent—and still haven't managed to identify the target. But they had to be here, so if the intel was solid, they were on the roof. Soap stands below the ladder up to the roof, the full moon shining down and covering them in a muddled white light. He looks over at you and motions for you to take first position.

He follows as you climb your way up and scans for threats. You take his hand to help him up and immediately start to walk further onto the rooftop. You didn’t make it very far before a gunshot pierced your ears and he was flat on his back, a bullet through his shoulder. “Fuck—!” Your head shoots up to see the assailant and growl. “You son of a bitch!” You hiss, rushing towards them: the target you were on the hunt for.

“Brass, wait!” Soap shouts, scrambling to his feet and following you. He readies his weapon, but you were already grappling with them. Their gun had been tossed to the floor and you were on top of them, a hand at their throat. Everything happened so fast, and he’s stuck, frozen as he watches the both of you fight. It was like he couldn’t get his feet to move or his finger to the trigger, no matter how hard he tried.

All of a sudden, you lost the upper hand and you’re in a chokehold, struggling against their grasp. You grunt and your feet kick out, trying to knock your attacker off balance and ultimately failing. You were getting hauled to the side of the roof before Soap knew it.

The target was saying something, but the blood in his ears was rushing, and he couldn’t hear a word of it. All he could see was your limbs start to stop their squirming and your eyes drooping. Your hands loosen around their arm and eventually fall to your sides.

Somehow, even through his blinding panic, he heard your voice force out a choked whimper of his name, “Soap, h-help…” But he still couldn’t move. He tried to force himself into action and he was still glued to the floor, staring. He watches you get thrown to the ground, halfway to passed out, and the target puts their foot on your side, shoving it into your ribs.

You claw at the floor, trying to drag your way over to Soap, but it was too late. You were getting rolled off, and then you disappeared behind the lip of the edge, out of sight. “Fuckin’ hell—Brass!” Soap couldn’t do anything but watch as you fell over the edge of the skyscraper’s roof railings. A forty level drop.

The sickening crunch of your bones on the forest floor below is clear as day, the sound sending a rolling wave of nausea through his body. He shivers, eyes wide, and the blinding moonlight takes over his vision.

You groan quietly when you feel the bed shifting to your right. You turn over, fully ready to tell him to settle down because you were trying to sleep, but you frowned when you saw Soap in the state he was in. A deep sigh passed your lips while you watched Soap toss and turn. There was a sheen of sweat coating his skin and it sounded like he was muttering something to himself in his sleep. Nightmare.

No one in this line of work could honestly say they’d never had a nightmare about the experiences they’ve faced, and if they did, you wouldn’t believe them for a second. This job put people through the most hellish situations and scenarios that the human mind could possibly conjure; it was only natural for one’s mind to continue processing those events even into the late hours of the night.

You lift yourself up and over Soap’s chest, plopping yourself down on top of him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You sigh again, listening to the rapid heartbeats under your ear. You knew it was a little dangerous to try and shake him awake, so you settle for this. Maybe being a human compression blanket would help just a bit.

When your weight had no effect, you resign yourself to the fact that you’d have to wake Soap up to stop the painful dream plaguing his mind. You don’t move from your spot on his chest, but you start to jostle him a bit. “Soap, wake up, bud.” You make sure your voice isn’t loud enough to be startling but just enough to breach the barrier between Soap’s unconsciousness and the world of the living. “It’s okay, John. Wake up for me.”

It takes a few tries, but eventually Soap’s eyes snap open and his body instinctively tries to jolt up before being stopped in place by you lying on top of him. “Whuh... huh? What…?” His breathing is heavy when he starts to fully wake up. He lifts himself up on his elbow and stares down at you. Soap feels his eyes start to water when your eyes meet and he quickly wraps his arms around you, holding your head tightly to his chest. 

You hum softly and bring your hand up to pet the back of his head. Your heart breaks a bit when you feel Soap trying to hold back sobs. "I'm right here. You're safe." You mumble into his shirt, running your blunted nails along his scalp and through his mussed up hair. You let him have a moment to get control of his breathing before you pulled away and tried to sit up.

"Just let me hold you for a minute,” Soap pulls you back down to his chest and holds you tight against his body. “Please.” His words devolve into a whimper at the end. You nod against his chest, feeling Soap’s thick fingers stroking the back of your head, trying to calm himself down. You were determined to keep yourself awake until Soap was able to get back to sleep as well, keeping your eyes open even though you body was pulling him back to unconsciousness. Soap caressing you definitely wasn’t helping. But, it felt nice to hold and be held by someone.

Being on duo missions with Soap frequently ended up like this: holding each other at night just to finally get to sleep. There were many times that you would try and play it off with some random excuse. Something like ‘It’s cold out here, and you’re the warmest thing I’ve got around,’ or ‘There’s not enough room in here to sleep on the floor, just get in here,’ had been twisted and morphed to fit whatever situation you found yourselves in. As time went on, though, it was near impossible to try stopping yourself from just admitting you were just touch starved and needed someone to help you out with that.

You stay like that for a while until Soap’s breathing finally evens out enough for him to speak without his voice breaking. "I'm sorry I woke you up.” His words are muffled by the top of your head, where his face is buried. He brings one of his arms up to wipe his eyes before settling it back by his side, letting his other arm handle holding you. You hid your smile in his chest and let out a deep breath. “Don’t worry about it, Suds.”

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[frogblast-the-ventcore]

Bongoverse AU Bounty Hunters & Jedi OCs

A collection of OC bounty hunters & Jedi I plan on featuring in the Bongoverse fic.

In no particular order:

Arya Rook: Shistavanen Mandalorian bounty hunter, also a Jedi Knight who used be a Padawan of the Old Order.

Jiva Desh: Thakwaash heavy weapons specialist bounty hunter, married to Athiya Desh, 2.75 meters tall. A walking armory, goes out on the job energy shields-only. Muscular semi-cyborg full of fun & sexual confidence. Space Insta celeb (streams while on the job), slightly airheaded.

Athiya Desh: Talortai melee specialist bounty hunter. 2.03 meters tall Murder Birb. Dual-wields vibrosword . Married to Jiva, extremely High Class, 100% of Jiva's impulse control, definitely Force-sensitive but Does Not Use It due to Talortai cultural traditions.

Had-A-Name-For-Him-But-I-Can't-Find-It: male Ssi-ruu ex-bounty hunter/current GFFA SPECTR (SPecial Counter-Terrorism & Reconnaissance), basically Commander Shepard as a dino-man, related to Admiral Ivpikkis from Truce at Bakura.

Rip Tamson: male Karkarodon knife nut bounty hunter/eventual Jedi Knight; related to Riff Tamson from the Clone Wars (hates being confused for him). Has a tail because I headcanon Karkarodons have them (they look better that way).

Epona Delwesh: female Thakwaash ex-hunter turned Jedi Knight, user of a lightclub.

Iosunko'vu Kass/Iosun Kass: Mandalorian Rutian Twi'lek bounty hunter. Giant blue beef brick wearing heavy infantry armor. Married to Kuryai, sometimes does Organized Crime Things. Favors ballistic weapons over lasers for 9/10 applications. Adopted like 6 Jedi Padawans that got lost once. He is their buir now. Mess with them, you die.

Kuryai Sudaex: Sith Pureblood ex-Jedi from an entire family of Purebloods who were all Jedi themselves. Kuryai himself is not good with a lightsaber or the Force. In response, he set himself up as a minor crime lord legitimate businessman on Coruscant. Also a giant beef brick, just red flavored. Sharp-dressed man with a space Tommy Gun. Slightly less thrilled about having 6 Jedi kids, at least at the start. Eventually is also firmly in the "mess with my adopted kids, you die" mode.

[bletheringskite]

Scottish citizens put more value into inclusiveness and community solidarity

While not everyone in a country will share the same opinions, there is clear statistical evidence that Scottish residents in aggregate tend to have significantly different views on many social and political issues compared with those living in other nations of the UK. Scottish literature and culture have placed greater weight over many centuries on the importance of equality and social justice throughout society, irrespective of an individual’s wealth or class (‘We’re a’ Jock Tamson’s bairns’ and ‘A man’s a man for a’ that’).

[sztupy]

We're a' Jock Tamson's bairns

Megyünk jórészt színesbőrű kollégákkal egy klubba partizni, rajtam teljes kilt szerelés, beleértve a zokniból látványosan kilógó dísztőrt, kollégák röhögnek, hogy na ide engem nem fognak beengedni.

Na vajon kit engedtek be egy szó nélkül, és kit motoztak meg legalább háromszor tetőtől-talpig?

[ifra-strawberii]

Time Out Bubble

Poisana's gremlin acts are endangering the library books, much to Tam's dismay.

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[literaticat]

I have a signed contract for a novel that will be published by a small indie press in 2024. Can/should I mention that in a query letter to an agent? How about an upcoming short story publication? Thanks!

You can mention both, or either, or neither.

If the novel is in the same genre/category you are querying, and it's a reputable small indie press, I see no reason not to mention it, and in fact I think you SHOULD. This will tell the agent, hey, I know how to write a book, other people like my work too, I'm familiar with this category/genre, I'm new but I'm not THAT new, etc.

If the short story is in the same genre/category, and going to be published in a reputable magazine/journal/anthology or whatever, I see no reason not to mention it. Same reasons as above. I mean you don't have to go on and on about it, but by all means mention. These mentions can go in your bio.

"I'm Meadowlark Limoncello, and I live in a cottage in the woods outside the village of Seattle. When I'm not dreaming up magical worlds, I spend most of my time cleaning up after my demonic cat Grumpus. I have a YA fantasy novel under contract at GreatSmallPress that is tentatively scheduled for Fall 2024, and a short story about a talking parakeet who hosts a true-crime podcast that will be in the December issue of The New Yorker."

If the novel or short story are a totally different category/genre that has nothing to do with what you are querying, OR you have any reason to feel "iffy" about the quality of the place that is publishing them, just mention as a total aside.

"I'm Tamson Leafhopper, and I live in the bustling metropolis of Cornstalk, Kansas, where I spend most of my time looking at spreadsheets and shucking our namesake fruit. (Yes, corn is a fruit. And a grain. And a vegetable, kinda. Weird, right?) I've got a small-press SF novel for adults forthcoming and a short story under contract; AW, SHUCKS is my first Middle Grade novel."

Or, if you just feel like the other works truly have NO bearing on this work whatsoever, and you don't want to mention, and you haven't even said anything on social media, and you are superstitious or something, you don't have to mention in the query -- but it would be weird to not at least bring it up if you have a call. We want to know your history and what you've got cooking, and it would be strange to sign somebody and then find out they have a book already coming out???

[love-and-monsters]

Last Line Tag

I was tagged by @monstersandmaw for the last line tag! Thank your for the tag, it really means a lot! This will be the most recent lines I've written for the Halloween Poll story, so uh. Spoilers for that, but I like it so far!

Snippet:

Tamson’s expression shifted, almost like he was considering it. He traced a hand along your arm, touch feather-light. The warm and pulsing almost seemed to subside for a moment. You’d gotten so used to it that without it, your arm felt cold.

“Isn’t it usually the case that the paladin receives some of their patron’s power?” he asked, so quiet it was almost like he was musing to himself.

Your brain stuttered over the word. “The paladin?”

“There are other words for it,” Molly said. You startled. She’d practically appeared right in front of you. “Priest or priestess? Disciple? Chosen one? All similar concepts. One who serves and is served by us or our kin.”

“I’m not serving you,” you sputtered. Molly and Tamson shrugged in unison.

“You did. You opened the gateway, did you not?” Their voices were in sync again, a perfect chorus. You shuddered, but the only place to retreat back into was Tamson’s embrace.

“Not- not on purpose.”

“No? And yet, your magic jumped so eagerly to us. We felt it, dear paladin. Dear walker of Earth.” They were cooing at you, pressing up into your personal space. “We know you, dearest to us. Down to your heart. When your magic opened the gateway, the first thing we knew of this beautiful place was you."

Enjoy! Get hype! Obviously anyone who sees this and wants to can join, but I'm also tagging @cozycryptidcorner and @vaya-writes

[pracses]

This is old and something I need to transfer here, but have a Kit headcanon from the old blog.

So here’s the scene in question, and honestly a lot happens in a short period of time. What I’m going to be focusing on isn’t Ahsoka (though little ‘Soka is doing amazing!) I’m focused on my boy Kit. Watch him when you can.

At first, Kit’s saber is taken out to deal with the driods, but he puts it away so he can handle the sudden turbulence they end up dealing with better than he could by possibly harming himself in the case of what’s going on. Kit only takes his saber out to deal with Tampson. In this, Ahsoka did have the situation until Lee-Char got taken by Tamson. Kit didn’t intervene until the fact he saw things were going poorly, doing what he could to knock Tamson away from the prince and he pulls his saber out.

They have a short scuffle and Kit loses his saber, but he doesn’t stop fighting. Because he needs to make sure the Prince survives this. What does he do? He injured Tamson. To revolt, Tampson tries to go after Lee-Char again, but Kit is quick to intervene again and knocked him back, turning to tell Ahsoka and Lee-Char to flee while they can. Screencaps of these moments (Enhanced as best I could given the speed at which these frames are moving, it makes this hard)

If tampson is as strong as most great white sharks are, this was a difficult fight for Kit. But that doesn’t waver his determination to keep his objective in line. Even without his lightsaber, Kit is rather skilled as a fighter. And sometimes skill outweighs power. In this situation, Kit shows that this is indeed true. Kit lasts quite a while before tampson knocked him out, but that was more Kit making sure Lee-Char and Ahsoka made it away safely.

[strabbypreserves]

I often try to watch over the town from the sign when I’m planning how to tackle missions, I think Tam would too, much to the mayor’s dismay.

[grimm-lynn]

Who is your favorite Star Wars character?

ty for the ask :))

i think my favorite star wars character of all time is Riff Tamson

the water war arc of clone wars is probably my most-rewatched arc, and having riff as a villian really drew me in.

i also definitely didn't have to google his name to answer this ask. because he's my blorbo and i think about him constantly.

anti honesty hour