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onlyangel4 · 1 month ago

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kayfabe. cm punk. part three.

dark!cm punk x superstar!reader

synopsis: you and punk are placed into a long-term onscreen pairing. a storyline romance meant to boost ratings. the chemistry is undeniable, but offscreen, punk is distant. until he’s not. he begins texting late at night. watching. testing boundaries. you realise he’s not method acting. the possessiveness, the tension, the jealousy, it’s all real. and if the storyline ends, he won’t take it well.

part one // part two // part three // part four

you told yourself it was nothing.

just a text. just a mind game. he was testing your reaction, nothing more.

but that morning, you still woke up early, eyes gritty, thoughts tangled in the words he sent hours ago. you kept rereading it. over and over. like you stopped acting too.

it had no business lingering the way it did.

you pushed it aside, dressed like normal, brushed your hair like normal, painted on the same face you always did for media day. you smiled in the mirror and told yourself it was just another day on the road.

by the time you made it to the arena, you almost believed it.

almost.

the place was already buzzing, camera crews setting up, talent coming in and out of makeup, producers moving like they were triple booked. you weaved through the usual chaos toward wardrobe, nodding at a few techs and interns. you were good at being calm in chaos. you always had been.

but you weren’t three steps past catering when your phone buzzed again.

one message.

did you dream about it?

no name. Still that blank contact. but your stomach tightened on instinct.

you stopped walking.

the noise around you blurred.

you stared at the screen like it might morph into something else. something rational. you tapped your nail against the back of your phone. once. twice.

then typed:

about what?

three dots.

then none.

he didn’t answer.

you put the phone face-down in your bag and kept walking, heartbeat suddenly too loud in your ears.

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it was the following raw and the arena felt colder than usual.

you chalked it up to lack of sleep, another restless night, your body exhausted, your thoughts anything but. you hadn’t responded to his last message. that didn’t stop him from sending another one that morning.

tonight’s different.i'll show you.

whatever the hell that meant.

you kept your face neutral as you passed people backstage, as cameras rolled, as lighting was tested. your name was already on the board: in-ring promo, paired again with punk. no surprises there. the company was doubling down on your chemistry. the crowd loved it.

but the line between the show and reality felt thinner every time you looked at him.

you ducked into catering to grab something, anything to look busy, when you spotted her leaning against the table, arms crossed, casual but unreadable.

becky.

you were pretty close, often third wheeling with her and seth.

"hey", she said, like she’d been waiting for you. "you got a second?"

you hesitated. "sure."

she gestured for you to walk with her. "seth asked me to check in."

you rolled your eyes, even as your chest pulled tight. "that’s very him."

she smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. "he’s an ass, but he’s usually right when something’s off."

you didn’t answer. you both walked in silence down the hallway, past road cases and ring gear and talent too distracted to notice you.

finally, becky nudged your arm gently. "you can talk to me, y’know. off the record. no judgement."

you kept your eyes forward. "i’m fine."

"bullshit."

that pulled a small, reluctant laugh out of you. "i’m managing."

becky stopped walking, turned toward you, all casual tones gone now. "he’s getting in your head, isn’t he?"

you froze.

just for a second.

then: "he’s intense. that’s all."

"that’s not all."

you leaned against the wall, arms crossed, staring at the floor tiles. the silence stretched too long before you broke it.

"he texted me after the show", you said quietly. "late. said i ‘wasn’t acting anymore.’ like it was real."

becky’s expression didn’t change much, but you saw her jaw tighten.

"it’s just mind games", you added quickly. "that’s what he does. he tests people. that’s his whole thing, right?"

becky was quiet. measured. "do you know if he ever did that to aj?"

you blinked. "what?"

she shrugged slightly. "they were real. once. and messy. i’m just saying, sometimes it’s not a game to him. even when he says it is."

that silence returned, but heavier this time.

you hadn’t told her about the other messages. the possessiveness. the creeping suggestions that this wasn’t just about ratings.

and you weren’t ready to.

not yet.

but something cracked inside you, just enough to admit, "i don’t know where the line is anymore."

becky didn’t smile. she didn’t comfort you. she just said, "then you need to decide which side of it you want to stand on."

you nodded slowly.

and in the back of your mind, you already knew the truth.

you were past the line.

and he’d seen it first.

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the lights hit too hard tonight.

your music hit. crowd roared. you walked down the ramp like nothing was wrong.

like your heart wasn’t pounding. like his last text didn’t still sit, unopened, in your phone.

you climbed the steps. hit the ring. took the mic from ringside. the red light was live. the pop was loud. you were trained to ride the noise, absorb it, command it.

tonight, it felt like standing in the centre of a storm with no cover.

you opened your mouth to speak but his music hit first.

he walked out slow. unhurried. hands taped. eyes locked on yours like he was already in the ring, already in your space. you didn’t move. you knew the story you were meant to tell tonight: push him. poke the fire. keep the slow burn going.

but there was something in his expression that didn’t look like performance.

he took the steps, ducked between the ropes. his eyes never left you.

you raised the mic.

"you know, for a guy who calls himself the best in the world, you sure have a habit of hiding behind a spotlight."

the crowd popped. the line was approved. safe. sharp.

he didn’t flinch.

punk stepped forward, close enough that you could smell the faint heat of sweat, cologne, leather.

"no spotlight", he said, voice low, not even fully into the mic. "i just like watching you burn."

that wasn’t scripted.

you kept your face steady.

"then maybe look closer" you shot back. "because i don’t burn for you."

he smirked.

stepped closer.

the crowd got louder, screaming at the way he loomed over you now, the heat between you two practically radiating off the screen.

"liar", he whispered.

you didn’t know if your mic caught it. you hoped not. but the way your stomach twisted told you he wasn’t acting.

punk raised his own mic. "you want to keep playing innocent, keep pretending this is all business? fine. but we both know the truth, sweetheart." his eyes flicked down your body and back. "you want to run your mouth about control, but you’re the one shaking every time i get this close."

the crowd lost it.

you didn’t flinch. you couldn’t. that’s what he wanted, a reaction. something real.

but this wasn’t the script.

and you knew it.

you raised the mic, calmly, quietly. "keep pushing. see what happens."

he stepped back, giving you space, but not really. his presence still lingered like smoke.

and just before the segment was set to end, he said it. low, off-mic, just for you.

"you’re not gonna get rid of me."

then he turned his back on you, arms open to the crowd, soaking in their chaos.

you stared at him, breath tight in your chest.

because he wasn’t lying.

and the scariest part?

some piece of you, the one you weren’t ready to admit existed, didn’t want to get rid of him.

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the second you stepped through the black curtain, your breath caught in your throat.

the gorilla position buzzed around you, headsets, camera feeds, lighting shifts but you didn’t hear any of it.

you only heard your name.

low. controlled.

"hey."

you turned. he was already waiting.

still in gear. still sweating from the promo. still looking at you like he hadn’t just whispered threats into your ear on live television.

"not here", you muttered, brushing past him.

he followed.

of course he followed.

backstage hallways stretched behind you as you moved faster, pretending you had somewhere to be. you didn’t. you just needed air. distance. a second to think.

you ducked into the dressing room they’d assigned you for the night, the door swinging shut behind you but not fast enough.

he was inside with you.

no knock. no hesitation.

just him.

the door clicked closed.

you turned, voice sharp. "you can’t just..."

he was on you before you could finish.

not violently. not rough. but with intention. that slow, creeping heat that wrapped around your skin like smoke. his hand planted on the door beside your head, his body boxing you in. close. too close.

the room was dim. silent. no one else around.

"you shouldn’t walk away like that", he said, voice low and dangerous. "makes me think you’re scared."

you didn’t move. You didn’t flinch.

"i’m not scared."

"good."

his other hand came up slowly, tracing the line of your jaw with the backs of his fingers. not rough. worse. careful. reverent. like he was trying to memorize you.

"you keep pretending this is all fake", he murmured, fingers grazing the side of your neck. "but your skin says otherwise."

you swallowed hard.

"back off."

he didn’t.

instead, he leaned closer, his breath warm at your temple, his voice barely audible now.

"tell me to stop", he said, "and mean it."

your pulse roared in your ears. his fingers slid lightly beneath your jaw, tilting your face toward his. close enough that your lips brushed, not a kiss, just contact. barely there. but it lit something inside you anyway.

you placed your hands on his chest.

not to pull him in.

to push him back.

firm. final.

"enough."

his eyes burned into yours for a moment too long. then, finally, he stepped back, but only an inch.

"i don’t play games i don’t plan to win", he said softly. "you should remember that."

then he turned and left, the door closing behind him with a soft click.

you stood there alone, breath uneven, hands still tingling from where they touched him.

you weren’t sure if you had stopped him because you wanted to…

…or because you almost didn’t.

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cursed-40k-thoughts · 13 days ago

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As chapter master of an Original Chapter/former legion (dunno what the right term is), is Tu’Shan somehow demonstrably superior to the Marines Malevolent CM? Either physically or in status. Or is it just like a clout thing to be a first chapter master, no real difference other than you have more established resources and a more famous name

Let's get the basic stuff out of the way. Salamanders are, at a baseline, some of the biggest, toughest and strongest astartes owing to their unique gene-seed traits and mutations. Tu'Shan is, even by Salamanders standards, considered to be really fucking strong. He is speculated to be one of the single physically strongest astartes in the entirety of the Imperium.

As an individual, Tu'Shan is considered to be one of the most singular embodiments of Vulkan's will in the history of the chapter. The compassion, the ferocity, the bravery, the fighting strength, he exemplifies all of it. In only his third year as the chapter master, on Armageddon, he distinguished himself so utterly (doing things that included defending a bridge against thousands of Orks for several days, rescuing and inspiring civilians, defending food and water for locals) that Dante praised him in front of the entire Blood Angels chapter. He also, as an aside, once broke Dante out of the Red Thirst by holding him in his arms and telling him he was his brother.

Now, does Tu'Shan have better resources than the Marines Malevolent chapter master? Sure. His personal gear will be of immaculate quality not just because of his rank, but because many Salamanders are skilled smiths and are capable of forging their own master-crafted gear. Marines Malevolent scavenge/steal a lot of their stuff from other dead marines.

Does that make a difference? Lol no. You could strip them both down to their bodygloves and Tu'Shan would render the guy, whoever he is, into marmalade. Yeah, he's got clout as the master of a founding chapter, but also he's legitimately terrifying.

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teabeexo · 2 months ago

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𝚃𝚎𝚊’𝚜 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞𝚞 𝙾𝙲𝚜: 𝙺𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊

Information and images continue below the cut!

Information

📝 ┈➤ just the basics!

Name: Kymora Iwasaki

Age: 18 (pre time-skip), 24 (post time-skip)

Affiliation: Karasuno (third year)

Birthday: June 23rd

Height: 5’8” (ft), 172.7 (cm)

S/O (if applicable): Koushi Sugawara

Notable Friends: Honoka Matsuyama (oc), Noa Higashi (oc), Shinju Kita (oc), Asahi Azumane, Kiyoko Shimizu,

Character Overview

🗒️ ┈➤ just the basic idea! complete lore/stories will be shared elsewhere.

Kymora, by all accounts, functions by her own principles. If there were anyone to embody "go with the flow" as it relates to opportunities, it would be her. Her friends, family, and boyfriend tend to be the cornerstones of her life that "channel the waves" of the aforementioned flow. Otherwise, she may just meander herself into stasis.

She's always had an eye for the arts, specifically mediums such as acrylic and oil painting -- or regular lead-and-paper drawing. Even when she was no higher than any standard easel, chalk and concrete was her canvas. It seemed only natural for her to become the president of the Karasuno Art Club, given her talent and general popularity.

Skateboarding follows as a close second -- in terms of passions. Stuck in a constantly divided, straining household, using a skateboard was an accessible way for her to escape quickly and travel wherever necessary. The aesthetics are a bonus too, of course. Alas, as of the third year of High School, she has been fervently avoiding this particular hobby. She avoids discussing the specifics, but Matsuyama suspects it has something to do with a rather infamous "wipeout" that resulted in cracked ribs and a few fractured bones.

Perhaps this fear avoidance can eventually be overcome -- but not without a little help.

Letters of Recommendation

✉️ ┈➤ A. K. A. how she’d be described!

Laid-back and down-to-earth, Kymora is possibly the most easygoing individual that you'll ever meet. Seeing her frown is rare, but seeing her truly upset is even rarer. She has no problem assimilating to new groups of people -- social anxiety fears her. This approachable demeanor makes her a common hallway crush, and a friend to those that entertain her. She's honey-smooth and mellow, often unintentionally referring to others as "babe" without even clocking it (no romantic connotation, it's simply a term of endearment for her).

This is a double-edged sword, however. It can be said that she should care more about certain things or issues. She feels strongly about things that directly effect her, or are of significance in her life, but often fails to think beyond that. It does not come from a place of maliciousnes, of course, but rather something akin to simple shortsightedness. Her "it’ll all be okay" approach to things can rub particular people the wrong way, just as easily as it can entice them.

Gallery

🖇️ ┈➤ photos! (Kymora’s sketchbook page and a drawing of her n’ Sugawara together <3)

follow/check her oc tag for content about her, or the tag OCxC: Sugamora for stuff about her and Suga (+ writing by others that I picture as encapsulating their relationship).

#teas ocs: kymora #haikyuu oc #haikyū!!#haikyuu #haikyu fanart #haikyuu fanart #sugawara koushi #haikyuu sugawara

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lonestarflight · 3 months ago

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Cancelled Missions: Apollo-Soyuz Test Program II, with a Salyut Space Station

"The Apollo-Soyuz Test Project (ASTP) had its origins in talks aimed at developing a common U.S./Soviet docking system for space rescue. The concept of a common docking system was first put forward in 1970; it was assumed at that time, however, that the docking system would be developed for future spacecraft, such as the U.S. Space Station/Space Shuttle, not the U.S. Apollo Command and Service Module (CSM) and Soviet Soyuz spacecraft in operation at the time.

A joint U.S./Soviet space mission served the political aims of both countries, however, so the concept of a near-term docking mission rapidly gained momentum. In May 1972, at the superpower summit meeting held in Moscow, President Richard Nixon and Premier Alexei Kosygin signed an agreement calling for an Apollo-Soyuz docking in July 1975.

NASA and its contractors studied ways of expanding upon ASTP even before it was formally approved; in April 1972, for example, McDonnell Douglas proposed a Skylab-Salyut international space laboratory . A year and a half later (September 1973), however, the aerospace trade magazine Aviation Week & Space Technology cited unnamed NASA officials when it reported that, while the Soviets had indicated interest in a 1977 second ASTP flight, the U.S. space agency was 'currently unwilling' to divert funds from Space Shuttle development.

Salyut Apollo docking diagram

Nevertheless, early in 1974 the Flight Operations Directorate (FOD) at NASA Johnson Space Center (JSC) in Houston, Texas, examined whether a second ASTP mission might be feasible in 1977. The 1977 ASTP proposal aimed to fill the expected gap in U.S. piloted space missions between the 1975 ASTP mission and the first Space Shuttle flight.

The brief in-house study focused on mission requirements for which NASA JSC had direct responsibility. FOD assumed that Apollo CSM-119 would serve as the prime 1977 ASTP spacecraft and that the U.S. would again provide the Docking Module (DM) for linking the Apollo CSM with the Soyuz spacecraft. CSM-119 had been configured as the five-seat Skylab rescue CSM; work to modify it to serve as the 1975 ASTP backup spacecraft began as FOD conducted its study, soon after the third and final Skylab crew returned to Earth in February 1974. FOD suggested that, if a backup CSM were deemed necessary for the 1977 ASTP mission, then the incomplete CSM-115 spacecraft should get the job. CSM-115, which resided in storage in California, had been tapped originally for the cancelled Apollo 19 moon landing mission.

FOD also assumed that the ASTP prime crew of Thomas Stafford, Vance Brand, and Deke Slayton would serve as the backup crew for the 1977 ASTP mission, while the 1975 ASTP backup crew of Alan Bean, Ronald Evans, and Jack Lousma would become the 1977 ASTP prime crew. FOD conceded, however, that this assumption was probably not realistic. If new crewmembers were needed, FOD noted, then training them would require 20 months. They would undergo 500 hours of intensive language instruction during their training.

FOD estimated that Rockwell International support for the 1977 ASTP flight would cost $49.6 million, while new experiments, nine new space suits, and 'government-furnished equipment' would total $40 million. Completing and modifying CSM-115 for its backup role would cost $25 million. Institutional costs — for example, operating Mission Control and the Command Module Simulator (CMS), printing training manuals and flight documentation, and keeping the cafeteria open after hours — would add up to about $15 million. This would bring the total cost to $104.7 million without the backup CSM and $129.7 million with the backup CSM.

The FOD study identified 'two additional major problems' facing the 1977 ASTP mission, both of which involved NASA JSC's Space Shuttle plans. The first was that the CMS had to be removed to make room for planned Space Shuttle simulators. Leaving it in place to support the 1977 ASTP mission would postpone Shuttle simulator availability.

A thornier problem was that 75% of NASA JSC's existing flight controllers (about 100 people) would be required for the 1977 ASTP in the six months leading up to and during the mission. In the same period, NASA planned to conduct "horizontal" Space Shuttle flight tests. These would see a Shuttle Orbiter flown atop a modified 747; later, the aircraft would release the Orbiter for an unpowered glide back to Earth. FOD estimated that NASA JSC would need to hire new flight controllers if it had to support both the 1977 ASTP and the horizontal flight tests. The new controllers would receive training to support Space Shuttle testing while veteran controllers supported the 1977 ASTP.

The ASTP Apollo CSM (CSM-111) lifted off on a Saturn IB rocket on 15 July 1975 with astronauts Thomas Stafford, Vance Brand, and Donald Slayton on board. The ASTP Saturn IB, the last rocket of the Saturn family to fly, lifted off from Launch Complex (LC) 39 Pad B, one of two Saturn V pads at Kennedy Space Center, not the LC 34 and LC 37 pads used for Saturn IB launches in the Apollo lunar program. This was because NASA had judged that maintaining the Saturn IB pads for Skylab and ASTP would be too costly. A 'pedestal' (nicknamed the 'milkstool') raised the Skylab 2, 3, and 4 and ASTP Saturn IB rockets so that they could use the Pad 39B Saturn V umbilicals and crew access arm.

Once in orbit, the ASTP CSM turned and docked with the DM mounted on top of the Saturn IB's second stage. It then withdrew the DM from the stage and set out in pursuit of the Soyuz 19 spacecraft, which had launched about eight hours before the Apollo CSM with cosmonauts Alexei Leonov and Valeri Kubasov on board. The two craft docked on 17 July and undocked for the final time on July 19. Soyuz 19 landed on 21 July. The ASTP Apollo CSM, the last Apollo spacecraft to fly, splashed down near Hawaii on 24 July 1975 — six years to the day after Apollo 11, the first piloted Moon landing mission, returned to Earth.

The proposal for a 1977 ASTP repeat gained little traction. Though talks aimed at a U.S. Space Shuttle docking with a Soviet Salyut space station had resumed in May 1975, no plans for new U.S.-Soviet manned missions existed when the ASTP Apollo splashed down. Shuttle-Salyut negotiators made progress in 1975-1976, but the U.S. deferred signing an agreement until after the results of the November 1976 election were known.

In May 1977, the sides formally agreed that a Shuttle-Salyut mission should occur. In September 1978, however, NASA announced that talks had ended pending results of a comprehensive U.S. government review. Following the December 1979 Soviet invasion of Afghanistan, work toward joint U.S.-Soviet piloted space missions was abandoned on advice from the U.S. Department of State. It would resume a decade later as the Soviet Union underwent radical internal changes that led to its collapse in 1991 and the rebirth of the Soviet space program as the Russian space program."

-Article from "No Shortage of Dreams" blog: link

Drew Granston: link

source, source, source

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nerdylizard5 · 1 month ago

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REDNECK LEGOLAS: the peak of my artistic career in terms of absolute lore pedant gremlinry — now even worse!

The Redneck — in relation to the other Elves and especially in view of those such as the Noldor, the elves of Mirkwood are rather likely seen as “backwoods redneck hicks”.

“Y’all” vs “unto” — Legolas spoke both Sindarin and Silvan, the former being more “high” Elvish and the latter being seen as more “common”. It is quite likely he would have used colloquial terms from both, represented here in a more relatable English version.

The Baldness — one of the more niche and pedantic lore debates is the color of Legolas’s hair. Some say because Thranduil was blonde, Legolas must be as well. Others say that Tolkien wrote Sindarin Elves to all be dark haired, with blonde hair only being in Vanyar lines, and as the Hobbit was grandfathered into the lore later, Thranduil’s hair should have been changed and Legolas’s mom would be dark haired anyway, so he should be as well. But as his hair (either the color or its existence) is never mentioned in any books, it is possible to drive both camps of this debate crazy by arguing that he could easily be canonically bald.

The Ears — another somewhat pointless pedantic debate is the shape of Elven ears. Tolkien never specified and there are arguments for and against pointed ears, but one argument that can be interpreted for either side is that the words related to ears and hearing are related to the word for leaf and thus Elven ears are leaf shaped. This can be argued rounded or pointed, but I present a third solution: maple-leaf shaped!

The Eyes — this one is extra cursed and honestly probably debatable on a bunch of levels but a classic tumblr post calculated that to see the details of Eomer’s retinue, Legolas would need pupils about 3.5 cm in diameter.

The Jorts — this one is more just for kicks, but Legolas is so unbothered by the snow on Caradhras that jorts as part of the redneck getup is too perfect not to do!

In short, this is why you should never (or maybe why you should) let a lore nerd with a chaotic sense of humor do art!

(I cannot believe I fully rendered this… it’s so cursed… have a less cursed one — i.e. normal eyes — below given that that particular factor is debatable.)

#lord of the rings #Lotr #tolkien #legolas #Redneck legolas #Cursed legolas #Bald legolas #i think i’m funny #artists on tumblr #nerdylizard5 art #This is my legacy

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andy-wm · 11 months ago

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So if in next two episodes we see taekook cuddle on one bed and jimin sleeping alone on his bed OR vmin cuddle on one bed and jungkook sleeping alone on his own will this theory make sense even then? (Refering to what you described about the jkk cuddle on that boat) they all are cuddly with eachother, hugging and spooning eachother is something they have always done with all members.

Have we not seen vmin and taekook cuddle multiple times before in presence of the the third member of vminkook? So how does that theory make sense?

I'm not being rude i just want to understand cause physical affection is something all members have hence I'm trying to understand how that would work here.

I get what you are asking, but It's not about the fact that they were cuddling, its about what their bodies do automatically when they cuddle.

Picture this:

You lie on your right side and your cuddle partner slides in behind you. You move your left leg out of the way so they can rest their left foot on top of your right foot. Then you place your left foot approximately 15 cm in front of your right foot because that creates the perfect bit of space for your cuddle buddy to lay their left thigh over your right thigh, so that their left foot fits in the space between your two feet. Nobody's pokey ankle bone jabs anyone else, nobody gets their circulation cut off, and both of you can fall asleep comfortably.

And you do all of that automatically. Like riding a bicycle. Your body knows how.

It takes a lot of trial and error to find that perfect interlocking position for legs and feet (and we havent even started on the rest of your body...) and even more to get to a point where it happens by itself.

Compare that to the way Tae has thrown his legs over Jimin's legs in the new trailer. There's no comparison in terms of intimacy

If, as you say, there are cuddling moments between various members I'll be watching closely for similar levels of comfort and intimacy.

(I genuinely hope they all have a lovely time together and JK gets over his apparent annoyance at the arrival of their special guest.)

#jikook are you sure #anatomy of a cuddle #intimacy overlooked

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kradeelav · 11 months ago

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the tl;dr

IRON CROWN as a free comic is now off of wordpress and can be viewed by a neat, robust HTML/CSS/JS comic template called rarebit! effectively nothing has changed for the reader, beyond expecting a little more reliability of uptime over the years.

all comic pages and previously paywalled patreon posts can also be downloaded in this art dump for free, as mentioned in the new author's notes.

the long story:

When talking shop about site/platform moves under this handle, I think it's useful to realize that us (taboo) kink artists live in an actively adversarial internet now, compared to five years ago.

meaning that we have to live with an expectation that 99% of platforms (including registrars and hosting, let alone sns sites) will ban/kick us without warning. this might explain the overly cautious/defensive way we discuss technologies - weighing how likely (and easily) the tool can be used against us vs the perks.

for example: has a harassment mob bullied the platform owners into quietly dropping lolisho artists? trans artists? does the platform/technology have a clear, no-bullshit policy on drawn kink art (specifically third rail kinks like noncon)? does the platform have a long history of hosting r18 doujin artists/hentai publishers with no issue? does the company operate in a nation unfriendly to specific kinks (eg fashkink artists fundamentally incompatible with companies based in germany, when other kinks might be OK?). i talk with a few different groups of artists daily about the above.

but that gets tiring after a while! frankly, the only path that's becoming optimal long-term is (a) putting kink art on your personal site, and if possible, (b) self hosting the whole thing entirely, while (c) complementing your site with physical merch since it's much harder to destroy in one go.

with that said - I've been slowly re-designing all of my pages/sub-domains as compact 'bug out bags'. lean, efficiently packed with the essentials, and very easy to save and re-upload to a new host/registrar near instantly (and eventually, be friendly to self-hosting bandwidth costs since that's now a distant goal).

how does this look in theory, you ask?

zero dependencies. the whole IRON CROWN comic subdomain is three JS files, a few HTML files, one CSS file, and images. that's it.

no updates that can be trojan horse'd. I'm not even talking about malware though that's included; I'm talking about wordpress (owned by the same owners as tumblr cough) slipping in AI opt-outs in a plug-in that's turned on by default. I used to think wordpress was safe from these shenanigans because wordpress-as-a-CMS could be separate from wordpress-as-a-domain; I was wrong. they'll get you through updates.

robust reliability through the KISS principle. keep it simple stupid. malware/DDOS'ing has an infinitively harder time affecting something that doesn't have a login page/interactive forms. You can't be affected by an open source platform suddenly folding, because your "starter" template is contained files saved on your desktop (and hopefully multiple backups...). etc.

so how does this look in practice?

To be fair, you're often trading convenient new shiny UI/tools for a clunkier back-end experience. but i think it's a mistake to think your art site has to look like a MIT professor's page from 1999.

with IRON CROWN, I've effectively replicated it from a (quite good) comic template in wordpress to 98% of the same layout in pure HTML/CSS/JS via rarebit. Should rarebit's website go "poof", I've got the initial zip download of the template to re-use for other sites.

I frankly have a hard time recommending rarebit for an actively updating webcomic since you personally might be trading too many advantages like SEO tools, RSS feeds, etc away - but for a finished webcomic that you want to put in "cold storage" - it's amazing. and exactly what I needed here.

#not art #resource

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mikamikapodcast · 2 months ago

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Derringer

Derringer – A Small Gun with a Big History

The Derringer is like a secret weapon from history: small, discreet, yet full of stories. It’s not a revolver, semi-automatic, or machine pistol—it’s in a category of its own. While it might resemble pocket pistols or mini-revolvers, especially later models built in the so-called pepperbox style, the Derringer has carved out its own iconic place in the world of firearms.

Modern Derringers are often multi-barreled and as compact as possible—just enough to handle a given caliber. That’s why they became especially popular among women: easy to hide in a purse, stocking, or even up a sleeve.

A fun fact: the name “Derringer” is actually a misspelling. The original firearm was the Philadelphia Deringer, but when the press reported on President Abraham Lincoln’s assassination—committed with a concealed Deringer—the error stuck. The misspelled version became widely used to describe all pocket pistols, and competitors even marketed their own versions under terms like “palm pistol.”

The Original: Henry Deringer’s Invention

In 1825, gunsmith Henry Deringer introduced a compact, percussion cap, muzzle-loading pistol that would carry his name. About 15,000 Philadelphia Deringers were made. They were typically single-shot, .41 caliber pistols with rifled barrels and walnut stocks. Barrel lengths ranged from 1.5 to 6 inches (3.8 to 15.2 cm), and the metal parts were often crafted from a copper-nickel alloy known as “German silver.”

Loading the Gun Was an Art Form

Loading a Deringer was a delicate process. First, a couple of caps were fired to dry out moisture in the barrel. Then, with the hammer set to half-cock, the shooter poured in black powder, rammed a patched lead ball tightly onto it (leaving no air gap), and placed a fresh percussion cap on the nipple. Any mistake could cause a misfire—or worse, a dangerous explosion.

You had one shot—so you had to make it count. If you missed, your best hope was a second Derringer. That’s why they were usually sold in matching pairs. Prices ranged from $15 to $25 per pair, with fancy engraved or silver-inlaid versions costing more.

From Officers to Outlaws

Deringers were first popular with military officers, but soon became civilian favorites for self-defense—especially in the rough-and-tumble world of the American Wild West. There, these tiny weapons earned nicknames like vest pocket pistol, sleeve gun, and boot pistol.

But the Derringer also gained a darker reputation. Its small size and easy concealment made it a weapon of choice for assassins. The most infamous example? John Wilkes Booth used a Deringer to assassinate President Lincoln in 1865. Booth’s pistol was unusual—it had left-handed rifling, while most twisted to the right.

Moore, Colt, and the Cartridge Revolution

In 1861, Daniel Moore patented a single-shot .38 Rimfire cartridge pistol with a side-pivoting barrel for easier loading. He produced these until 1865, then sold the design to National Arms Company, which continued production in .41 Rimfire until Colt acquired them in 1870. Colt not only kept producing the model but also introduced three of its own single-shot Derringer designs, all chambered in .41 Rimfire. The last, the “Third Model Colt Derringer,” remained in production until 1912—and was revived in the 1950s thanks to Western movies, rebranded as the Fourth Model Colt Derringer.

The Derringer isn’t just a gun—it’s a symbol of a time when one shot could change everything. Carried in boots, sleeves, and waistcoats, it left a mark on history far larger than its size would suggest.

Derringer – pieni ase, suuri historia

Derringer on kuin historian salainen ase: pieni, huomaamaton, mutta täynnä tarinoita. Se ei ole revolveri, puoliautomaatti eikä konepistooli – se on oma lukunsa. Vaikka ulkonäöltään se saattaa muistuttaa taskuaseita tai minirevolvereita, erityisesti ns. pepperbox-mallisia versioita, derringerillä on oma, ikoninen paikkansa asehistoriassa.

Nykyajan derringerit ovat usein monipiippuisia ja kompakteja – pienin mahdollinen tapa pakata tuliase tiettyyn kaliiperiin. Juuri tämän takia ase oli (ja on yhä) suosittu erityisesti naisilla: sen pystyi helposti piilottamaan laukkuun, sukkaan tai vaikka käsivarsien alle hihan sisään.

Hauska yksityiskohta: sana “derringer” on itse asiassa virheellinen kirjoitusasu. Alkuperäinen ase oli Philadelphia Deringer, ja nimi sai laajemman, väärinkirjoitetun muotonsa, kun siitä kirjoitettiin uutisissa presidentti Abraham Lincolnin salamurhan jälkeen – tapahtuma, jossa käytettiin juuri tätä pientä, piilotettua asetta. Väärä muoto jäi elämään ja siitä tuli yleisnimitys taskupistooleille.

Aseen alkuperä – Henry Deringerin käsialaa

Vuonna 1825 aseseppä Henry Deringer esitteli nallilukolla varustetun, etuladattavan pikkupistoolin, joka tunnetaan nykyään hänen nimellään. Philadelphia Deringereitä valmistettiin noin 15 000 kappaletta, ja ne olivat pääosin yksipiippuisia, .41 kaliiperin rihlattuja aseita pähkinäpuutukilla. Piiput vaihtelivat lyhyistä, vain 3,8 cm mittaisista jopa 15 senttiin. Metalliosissa käytettiin usein kupari-nikkeli -seosta, "saksalaishopeaa".

Lataus vaati taitoa ja tarkkuutta

Aseen lataaminen oli seremonia sinänsä: ensin ammuttiin nalli tai kaksi "kuivaksi" poistaen kosteus piipusta, sitten kaadettiin mustaruuti, ladattiin lyijykuula tiiviisti ruudin päälle, asetettiin uusi nalli paikalleen ja asetettiin vasara puolikukolle. Pienikin virhe, kuten ilmarako kuulan ja ruudin välissä, saattoi tehdä aseesta vaarallisen myös ampujalle.

Ampujan piti olla nopea ja varma – sillä yhdellä laukauksella piti osua. Jos ei, vaihtoehtona oli kakkosase – monet kantoivatkin derringereitä pareittain. Näin myös varmistettiin, ettei epäluotettavan teknologian varaan jäänyt vain yhden laukauksen verran toivoa.

Villissä lännessä ja suurkaupunkien kaduilla

Aluksi Deringer oli suosittu erityisesti upseerien keskuudessa, mutta pian siitä tuli siviilien suosikki itsepuolustukseen – etenkin kun ase oli helppo piilottaa. Villissä lännessä näitä kutsuttiin nimillä kuten vest pocket pistol, sleeve gun ja boot pistol – ase, joka kulki mukana vaikka kengässä.

Aseen maine ei kuitenkaan ollut pelkästään puolustava. Sen pienuus ja helppo piilotettavuus teki siitä myös salamurhaajien suosikin. Historian kuuluisin tapaus: John Wilkes Booth käytti Deringeriä presidentti Lincolnin murhassa vuonna 1865. Boothin ase oli erikoinen – sen rihlaus kiersi vasemmalle, mikä oli hyvin harvinaista.

Moore, Colt ja metallipatruunoiden aika

Vuonna 1861 Daniel Moore keksi uudenlaisen yksipiippuisen .38 Rimfire -pistoolin, jonka piippu kääntyi sivulle lataamista varten. Tämä innovaatio sai jatkoa, kun National Arms Company ja myöhemmin Colt alkoivat valmistaa omia versioitaan. Colt kehitti kolme omaa Deringer-malliaan .41 Rimfire -kaliiperilla, ja viimeistä niistä, "Third Model Colt Deringer", valmistettiin vuoteen 1912 asti. 1950-luvulla se palasi takaisin – lännenelokuvien innoittamana – uudella nimellä: Fourth Model Colt Deringer.

Derringer ei ole vain ase – se on tarina aikakaudesta, jolloin henki oli kirjaimellisesti kiinni yhdestä laukauksesta. Se kulki saappaissa, hihoissa ja liivitaskuissa, mutta jätti jälkensä historiaan pysyvästi.

#podcast #mikamikapodcast #suomeksi #english #gunshot #derringer

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mydaddywiki · 6 months ago

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Mike Rounds

Physique: Husky Build Height: 5' 8" (173 cm)

Marion Michael “Mike” Rounds (born October 24, 1954) is an American businessman and politician serving as the junior United States senator from South Dakota since 2015. A member of the Republican Party, he served as the 31st governor of South Dakota from 2003 to 2011.

Born in Huron, SD, Rounds was raised in Pierre, SD. After graduating from South Dakota State University with a degree in political science (B.S., 1977), he worked in insurance and real estate. He was elected to the South Dakota Senate in 1990, representing the 24th district until 2001. Rounds ran for governor of South Dakota in 2002, defeating Democrat Jim Abbott. He was reelected in 2006, but was term limited from running for a third term in 2010.

In 2014, Rounds was elected to the United States Senate, succeeding retiring Democrat Tim Johnson. He was reelected in 2020 over Democratic nominee Dan Ahlers.

Sen. Rounds, who I affectionally call “Mike Pounds,” has four grown children and 11 grandchildren with wife, Jean Rounds who died at age 65 in 2021 two years after she was diagnosed with cancer. And now that he's single, maybe he'd like to try cock and pound some ass. I am more than willing to help make that dream a reality for him. What? He's a Republican. My chances are good.

#mydaddywiki politicians #Mike Rounds

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pigsongpearls · 1 month ago

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The Pig in Mesopotamian Culture

The oldest known written language is Sumerian, which emerged in Mesopotamia (modern-day Iraq) around 3100 BCE. It is a language isolate, meaning it has no known relatives. Sumerian was used for administrative, religious, and literary purposes and is preserved on clay tablets written in cuneiform script.

The Sumerian Word for "Pig"

In Sumerian, the word for pig was:

šah (pronounced roughly as shah)

There are also compound terms and variants:

šah.gan₂ – possibly a term for a domestic pig or a pen-raised pig

šah.kù – literally "fat pig" or "pig of choice" (with kù meaning "bright, pure, noble, or fattened")

These variations show how central pigs were to food culture, economy, and even religious offerings in ancient Mesopotamia.

🪔 Cuneiform for "šah" (Pig)

In Sumerian cuneiform, the word "šah" (𒊬) is written as:

𒊬

This is a single sign, pronounced šah. It appears in lexical lists and administrative records, especially in temple inventories, offerings, and livestock tallies.

Cuneiform signs were originally pictographic and stylized over time, so 𒊬 may have once been a stylized depiction of the animal itself, although its shape became abstracted through the centuries.

🐖 Cultural Context of Pigs in Sumer

Domesticated Use: Pigs were kept for food, especially for fat and meat. They appear in records alongside sheep, goats, and cattle. They weren't seen as ritually unclean—unlike in some later Near Eastern traditions—but they also weren't as valued as sheep or oxen.

Sacrificial Animals: Pigs were occasionally sacrificed, though less frequently than sheep or bulls. Their use in offerings often depended on regional or cultic preferences.

In Texts and Myths: While pigs don’t have the symbolic richness of bulls or lions in Sumerian myth, they do appear in:

Fables and proverbs, often as metaphors for gluttony or baseness.

Lexical lists training scribes to name animals and associate them with gods or daily uses.

Compound Names: The word "šah" was used in combination to specify types or qualities:

šah.kù – “fat pig,” possibly denoting a pig raised for special meals.

šah.gan₂ – “enclosed pig” or “pen pig,” from gan₂, meaning an enclosure.

🐗 Clay Pig Figurine from Ur The clay figure of boar is one of the significant works remaining from Neolithic period (10000-2200 BC). This Artefact was discovered in Kermanshah of Iran. Excavated from the ancient city of Ur, this terracotta figurine depicts a pig and dates back to the early third millennium BCE. Measuring approximately 5.2 cm in height, it reflects the domesticated animals present in Sumerian society and may have served as a toy, offering, or household object.

Sumerian Proverbs and Fables

Sumerian proverbs and fables offer rich glimpses into early human views of animals, including the pig (šah). These texts are part of the oldest body of literature we have, dating back to the Early Dynastic and Old Babylonian periods (~2500–1700 BCE), and were used in scribal education as moral instruction or entertainment.

Here are a few notable examples where pigs (šah) appear:

🐖 1. The Fable of the Pickaxe and the Plow

This Sumerian debate poem (known as a "disputation") personifies tools. While pigs don't appear as characters, a pig is used metaphorically to describe behavior:

“The pig, his mouth never dries — he roots and eats, he wallows and grunts.” (paraphrased from context)

Here, the pig symbolizes insatiable appetite and earthiness, often contrasting with more “noble” or cultivated qualities. It's a subtle nod to the pig’s association with mud and consumption, and likely reflects urban Sumerian attitudes toward rural or unrefined behavior.

🐽 2. Sumerian Proverb: “The pig does not know when its last day comes.”

šah šu du₁₁-ga-am šu nu-kúr-ru “The pig that speaks sweetly does not keep its hand from digging (or cannot change its ways).”

This has been interpreted variously as:

A moral about flattery not changing one's nature

A warning that polite speech can mask base instincts

The pig here is seen as irreformable — even when it behaves nicely, it’s still bound to its instincts. It echoes later fables like Aesop’s, where animals symbolize unchangeable human traits.

🧠 3. Sumerian Proverb: “The pig is not taught wisdom.”

šah im-ma-an-la₂-a šà-ga im-ma-an-tuku-a “Even if you teach the pig to read, it does not gain understanding.”

A blunt proverb about futility, suggesting that some beings — possibly some people — cannot be elevated by education or refinement. Again, the pig stands for stubborn ignorance or intractable nature.

💭 Interpretation and Symbolism

While pigs in Sumer weren’t demonized, they often embodied:

Gluttony

Filthiness

Unteachable or instinct-driven nature

This may reflect their actual behaviors — rooting in mud, grunting, insatiable feeding — which made them symbols of the body and its needs, as opposed to divine or orderly rationality.

In a modern reading, we could reinterpret this not as condemnation, but as an embodied realism: the pig is true to its nature, which contrasts with human attempts at social polish or pretense.

🐖 Mesopotamian Red Stone Pig-Shaped Amulet: This small amulet, carved from red stone, represents a stylized pig with a pierced hole, suggesting it was worn as a pendant. Such amulets were likely used for protective or symbolic purposes in daily life.

🐷 Mesopotamian Black Stone Statuette of a Pig: Crafted from black stone, this small statuette portrays a pig in a stylized manner. Such artifacts were possibly used as amulets or decorative items, reflecting the significance of pigs in the region's culture and economy.

🐽 Pig-Shaped Seal from the Near East: This limestone seal, carved in the shape of a stylized pig, dates back to the 4th millennium BCE. It features incised patterns on its flat underside, used to stamp ownership or authenticate goods. The seal also has a perforation, indicating it was worn as a pendant. Such seals highlight the role of pigs in administrative and economic activities.

#pigs #pigs in art #pig #pigs in mesopotamia #mesopotamia

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teabeexo · 2 months ago

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𝚃𝚎𝚊’𝚜 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞𝚞 𝙾𝙲𝚜: 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞

with a special/bonus feature!

Information and images continue below the cut!

Special Acknowledgement

💚 ┈➤ thank you Dira!

Fools by @dira333 is what absolutely, wholeheartedly inspired Shinju as a character. I read it for the first time and fell in love with the characterization of the reader, as well as the dynamic presented between her and Atsumu.

I also want to apologize for leaving you hanging whenever you asked about my other Haikyuu OCs — I didn’t realize that I had missed it until last night (writing this on the 6th of May)! For your convenience, here is my Haikyuu OC masterlist: enjoy!

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📝 ┈➤ just the basics!

Name: Shinju Kita

Age: 18 (pre time-skip), 24 (post time-skip)

Affiliation: Karasuno (third year)

Birthday: May 16th

Height: 5’1” (ft), 155.0 (cm)

S/O (if applicable): Atsumu Miya (eventual boyfriend)

Notable Friends: Kymora Iwasaki (oc), Noa Higashi (oc), Kiyoko Shimizu, Shinsuke Kita (cousin), Aran Ojiro

Character Overview

🗒️ ┈➤just the basic idea! complete lore/stories will be shared elsewhere.

Shinju Kita, in theory, should have an easy go of it. After all, she was raised on a gorgeous farm, born into a steady financial life, and has parents who love her. Alas, for Shinju, it has never been so simple.

Being an only child and the only other new-generation Kita child besides Shinsuke, her parents (her mother especially) felt it was only natural that Shinju and Shinsuke should be the inheritors of the family's work, as well as believing they would follow in the footsteps of their ancestors in terms of lifestyle. But Shinju has always felt unfulfilled by this fate. What if she doesn't want to become a farmer? What if she has no desire for children and the "traditional" path at all?

Shinju, feeling as though she was disappointing her parents due to her deviance from tradition, began to seek other means of making them proud. If it was available, she strode for perfection: academics, athletics, and the arts. And for the most part, all of these routes only ended in self-flagellation and emptiness.

That is, except for one thing: charcoal art. Specifically, portraits: she could draw others, and her surroundings, in the same hues as her very own hair. This newfound love couldn't shake off her residual feelings of fear surrounding disappointment, though. Such a hobby wasn't sustainable, nor generally considered to be a great accomplishment when pursued as a career.

She's stuck. Between family and calling, and practicality and desire. And at the end of it all, how could others love her for what she is when she struggles to love herself?

Letters of Recommendation

✉️ ┈➤ A. K. A. how she’d be described!

If Shinju is anything, she is understated. Her presence and words float and land like an airy breeze -- softly, gently, and with just a little gusto. She's as polite as can be, never intending to trod on well-respected social boundaries. Even so, she knows how to speak her mind. When there is something that needs to be said, she does not mince words. Being straightforward is best.

Shinju's naturally meek nature allows for the full extent of her kindness, but also opens the floodgates for her follies. She lacks a lot of the confidence that she somewhat makes up for with her blunt words. She also fears the rebuking, and most of all, the disappointment of others. This, in turn, is turned inwards. After all, others can't be surprised by finding disappointment in her if she's already disappointed in herself.

Gallery

🖇️ ┈➤ photos! (drawing of her and Atsumu hopefully coming soon — feeling a little burnt out so I’m not sure how long that’ll take)

follow/check her oc tag for content about her, or the tag OCxC: Atsuju for stuff about her and Atsumu (+ writing by others that I picture as encapsulating their relationship).

and an itty bitty tag for @cryptid-flower because… haikyuu OC <3

#SHINJUUUU MY QUEEN #she’s so important because I relate to her so fucking bad #I love her HUHHGG #teas ocs: shinju #haikyuu oc #haikyuu #haikyuu fanart #haikyu fanart #hq fanart #hq #miya atsumu #atsumu miya

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How were ships' bottoms cleaned in the Age of Sail?

Hi, the ship was laid on its side, which is also called careening. Careening, is the turning or rolling of a vessel around its longitudinal axis so that one side of the lower hull and keel - the lowest part of a watercraft - is exposed for cleaning or repair. Incidentally, the term "heaving down" was used in the past. This required either a beach, a shipyard or a careening shipyard. If this was done on a beach, the ship's guns could be moved to the shore and used as anchor points, but a wharf in a shipyard was preferred because it was equipped with the capstans and rigging needed to haul the ship in.

HMS 'Formidable' careened in Malta Dockyard, 31 January 1843. The second rate warship ‘Formidable’ is shown being careened at the dockyard in the Grand Harbour at Malta. By Quintanas, J, 1843 (x)

The next step was to lighten the ship by removing unnecessary materials and putting them into temporary storage ashore. After all the sails, running rigging, ropes and most of the yards had been removed, the ship's three-part masts - consisting of lower mast, upper mast and topgallant mast - were dismantled down to the lower third. Then the crew members lifted the sledge-mounted guns from the deck, fastened the main and fore hulls with ropes and cordage, laid them on the quay and rolled them into storage. All the cargo and barrels of provisions were also lifted from the ship's hold and rolled ashore. The crew members who were in the bottom of the ship passed the iron shot and most of the ballast stones to a number of shipmates, who passed them on and stacked them ashore. Only a portion of the ballast, determined by the captain, was left in the hold to maintain the ship's balance. The lower gun ports were sealed, reinforced and made watertight. Numerous thick wooden booms were also installed, up to 61 cm in diameter and 12 m long. The ship was then pulled with ropes, blocks and the capstan to lay it on its side.

Now, standing on a floating platform connected to the ship, the carpenter could inspect the hull and determine the extent of repairs needed.

This work could include removing rotten or damaged planks and installing new ones, or replacing the sacrificial keel that protected the actual keel from damage.But also all the livestock that had settled on the hull was removed.And the chaulking was done, with ship's caulkers with special hammers tapping dense stands of tar-soaked oak into the seams to keep the water out. When all the repairs and cleaning were completed on one side, the ship was put back into the water, turned around and the process repeated on the other side. when all the sides were finished, everything could be loaded and reassembled and the ship was put back into the water.

So, I think that should be it for the moment, if you want to know more just let me know

#naval history #careening

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heyhey! You said you had a request but couldn’t see it and in case it was mine here i am once again humbling asking you to feed my delusions. I am the same person who asked for the one with the fake dating trope and the one where reader spawns into the lobby :))

But i am here now going for a more angsty route! >:) Granted, this is more of an OC x Alastor but im describing it more generic for the populace BUT HERE GOES

right before “Cover me” reader kept silently glancing over at Alastor which was on the dance floor, subconsciously making him approach her. He goes of course they have a (Important for later) conversation like “I havent seen you around here. Are you new around town?” “Just moved in actually~” “Well, Id love to give you a tour someday, the names Alastor” and he kisses her hand “Ah a charmer, ill have to be careful around you” (OR A MORE ELEGANT CONVERSATION THEN THAT I SUCK AT DIALOGUE) then theres the knife and gun scene and the team up

And then they get together after about a year or two and I dont wanna say theyre legally married but eventually use wife and husband terms because its more fancy and gives them more respect in eyes of others but they have been together for around 5 years at this point.

but then the events of 1925 happen where readers twin brother dies because some bastards set fire to his house and Reader has an argument with Alastor before eventually going alone to avenge her brother (theyre like “theres too many, youll die” “so be it!”)

Reader kills them all (duh) but because it was January and extremely cold she eventually gets hypothermia and during the delusions it gives she stumbles and gets impaled on an abandoned rusty fence spike and dies :3

Alastor find her and gives her a proper burial and 8 years later in 1933 while visiting readers grave he gets shot canonically

But these 8 years gave reader enoigh time in hell to establish her own dominance and due to the life she lived and the death of hypothermia- she gets turned into a sort of blizzard demon. Around 180 cm with black limbs, white fluffy hair and fluffy ears and a white tail as a sinner form and for the demon form im thinking of the faceless Room Guardians by Anyaboz on Instagram (incredible artist btw) with ice powers like summoning weapons and ice spikes and ice touches and moving freely (like Kindred’s wolf in League) in her blizzard. Taking over half the pentagram like this-

Until 1933 when Alastor pops up in hell, does his demon business and eventually wants to check out these frozen parts and goes into a bar very similar to the one they met and sees reader at the table and then THEY HAVE THE EXACT SAME CONVERSATION THEY HAD WHEN THEY FIRST MET (maybe with the knife and gun scene too hehe) and theyre both like “i forgive you” or smth idk maybe they just have a silent agreement- either way.

After they met the blizzard stops and no one knows why or who did it :>, readers identity as the blizzard demon remaining a secret

BTW I LOVE YOU FOR MAKING MY DREAMS COME TRUE- if you want more i have a ton of ideas because brain rot- (also lil side note i kind of imagine reader as albino because it would fit my ocs lore a bit more- but keeping it basic would fit everyones ideas of their own reader so! do what you please you already made my day better by reading my ideas come to life :3))

yes!! i did see yours and it is currently in third place for requests i need to fill so ill probably get it done by this weekend, early next week at the latest. it’s just taking me a bit because i’m in midterms rn and also i want to make sure i get in all the details :) i think it might’ve been a request for alastor’s mom reader x lucifer?? i recall getting one about that but can’t seem to find it anywhere. long story short,, your request is in progress and i will post it as soon as i have the time to finish it up :)

UPDATE: This piece has officially been posted as of Friday February 23rd, 2024.

Frostbite (Alastor x Reader)

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #alastor the radio demon #fic writer #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #request things #request one shot #asks #answered asks

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