#Burried Treasure

[mt1820today]

Revealing the Buried Treasures of the Temple Mount

[sageofjustice]

Being transformed into a male Viera amplified his hunting abilities further beyond his original skills when he was in his world, his man can hunt wild animals without much need of gear, his claws and sharp , and with a combination of brute force can very well rip and tear He keeps his claws trimmed however due to them being a hazard , he is kind of a weird viera man... a fake one with strange abilities but still a viera on papers

[glysraya]

Yuki: Hey! Burried treasure!

Pierre: Really? What did you find?

Yuki: A skeleton!

[thegnomelord]

I have had a thought.

What if dragons purr when you rub their horns..

Dragon!Price x Gaz and/or Nikolai,,,

Hehdhehehe

Hmmm, I don't usually write character x character but i'll give it a try so tell me if this sucks lol

CW: SFW, Price x Gaz, horn rubbing, purring, monster cod au, soft short and sweet. 1224 words. Cross posted to Ao3

Kyle is a good soldier. Strong. Competent. Reliable. Though the fears of losing him on every mission still linger, they're eased by the fact that Price never has to worry that his sergeant will stumble in those crucial moments when a second of hesitation can be the difference between life and death. Never has to worry that his Gaz will think of himself as expendable and rush into the hailstorm of bullets. . .

Kyle is also a menace.

Especially when he's perched on his desk and giving John the most pathetic puppy dog eyes he's ever seen. "Please, captain, just one time?" The imp of a harpy even has the gall to flutter his eyes, looking at him through his lashes because he knows how the light of the setting sun hits his eyes juuuust right to make the brown glitter like gold and amber jewels.

"Kyle." Price stresses. This really isn't the time to indulge his sergeant's need for mischief when he's got a week's worth of backlogged paperwork to go through.

"Sir." Kyle throws his tone back at him, but the way the word rolls off his tongue and he adds the smallest chirp to the end of it makes something inside him stir. "Come on mate, I promise it'll only take five minutes." Kyle's wings spread out so he can display the shininess of his feathers - peacocking transcends species it seems - the mundane dark color turned to that of rich obsidian by the sun.

"It never takes just 'five minutes'." He tries to argue, but the usual commanding rumble in his voice is gone. Price knows he's fighting a losing battle from the way his fingers itch for him to burry them into the smooth feathers and preen Kyle's wings until his treasure croons.

Kyle knows this. He's unable to hide the arrogant look in his eyes when he bites his bottom lip and leans back, muscles tensing, because he knows how such a display of his body will make John's eyes automatically roam across his hard earned muscles. "Pretty please." Kyle says, tail feathers gently twitching side to side.

Both of them know Price never stood a chance.

"That was dirty." John sighs, dejected by his own weakness. The distance between them is small, but Price purposely takes slow steps. Kyle eagerly scoots back on the desk and spreads his legs for John to fit between, hands raising to hold his biceps as Price braces his palms against the desk next to Kyle's hips.

Kyle snorts. "As if you've never stooped lower cap." He spreads his wings to wrap around Price, soft feathered wing wrists bumping against his back.

John just growls lowly in response. He doesn't resist his body's natural desire to reciprocate, to reaffirm the claim over his hoard. The atrophied muscles on his right side still ache with phantom pain after all this time, but that doesn't stop him from wrapping his one remaining wing around Kyle. The combination of their wings acts as a shroud from the rest of the world, soft feathers brushing against his green scales and their scents mixing together.

Price treasures these little moments.

The peace only lasts for a few seconds before Kyle ruins it with a grin. "Now come on, give me your horns." He says, not even bothering for Price to tilt his head before Kyle's clever fingers rise up his arms to cup his face, inching closer to where his horns grow out of his skull.

Price promises to himself to hunt down and shoot whichever wanker posted the '101 ways to make a dragon purr like a kitty' on the internet. Ever since Kyle found that blasted instruction manual he's been trying to go through the entire list to verify the information. Price had seen the article in question and had nearly choked when he'd read that the author thought pulling on a dragon's tail could get them any other reaction than an immediate bisection—

Kyle's impatient fingers still just enough to gently scratch the bumpy base of his scalp around the horns. It tingles, and Price isn't able to tell if the tingling sensation is of the good kind or a bad. A small sound rolls from his throat, but that doesn't satisfy Kyle.

"Come on John, sing for me." Kyle repeats the words Price tells him when he's preening him, voice light and just at the edge of taunting. Keeping one hand around his base, Kyle slides the palm of his other hand up the hard bone until he reaches the natural curve of Price's horn. He squeezes gently and moves his hand like he's jerking him off.

"O-oh." Price is grateful he's bracing against the desk because his legs go weak. The sensation of his palm and the pressure of his hand is neither good nor bad, just unfiltered feeling that his brain can't even begin to handle, so it shoots it down his spine like lightning. The buzz of sensation catches on every vertebra and makes his wing quiver, forces his tail to wag like he's some lost puppy.

"Not what I was expecting." Kyle confesses. Price can't see the surprise and wonder on his face as John's eyes close automatically. His head tips forward to rest his forehead on Gaz's chest, brawny biceps tensing to just support his weight and claws digging into the desk with enough force to tear through the wood.

Kyle moves his hands so he's holding Price's horns in both hands. The pale green horns are smooth under his palms besides the occasional scratch or chip in them. Kyle moves his hands with slowly and methodically, changing the pressure he uses on every stroke and paying special attention to the sharp tips of his horns.

That's all it takes to turn John's chest into an geriatric engine. Price manages to groan and mumble a curse under his breath before the only sound leaving his lips is the deep baritone purr. There's no way of stopping it; If Price was in a better mind he would question why the gentle stroking of his horns has him feeling like a puddle of goo but his brain is completely fried from the sensation.

Kyle has heard him purr before but this is different. All the other times his purrs would always be throaty and quiet. Now it feels like the sound is coming straight from the bottom of his chest and, fuck, Kyle can feel it, feel the rumble shake his ribs and the desk beneath him. The sound is loud and unpolished and so raw Gaz feels naked just hearing it.

Kyle can feel his heard beating a mile a minute, his surprise making his hands still just long enough for Price to look up at him. Kyle could die happy after seeing how fucked out Price looks — pupils dilated to the size of plates, panting, red faced, so open and unguarded. Comfortable. With him.

"You've been holding out on me John." Kyle smiles softly, starting to stroke his horns again.

Price purrs even louder, his tail curling around Kyle's leg, managing to pull the claws of one hand from the desk to grip Kyle's thigh and pull him closer, draconic hind-brain desperately seeking to get more of that gluttonous pleasure from Kyle's hands.

Safe to say they take longer than five minutes.

[serpentface]

The (now extinct) utosai, the last of the great lacetors.

Lacetors are a clade of warmblooded reptiles that fill niches as large grazers. The only genera surviving in the contemporary are relatively small (averaging about the size of cattle), but many older species grew bigger than elephants. Utosai were the last remaining members of this branch, dwindling towards extinction as their once vast grasslands experienced rapid desertification over a period of a mere few millenia, becoming the massive, mostly uninhabitable desert region colloquially known as the Deadlands.

They would historically live in herds consisting of one male, several (sometimes dozens of) females, and their associated young, which would migrate vast distances to follow seasonal rains. Males would fight each other to gain control of their mates or tempt away singular females, with young males roaming in bachelor herds. As reliable grasslands grew sparser, these herds grew much smaller, with the last remaining utosai being found largely as small bands of females and lone, wandering males that would opportunistically mate when they were lucky enough to find each other.

Utosai had very thick scaly skin that folds in plates, in part a vestigial defense mechanism against large predators that had LONG vanished. Like many other lacetor, they had partly bony facial pads that grew large and colorful in males as display features. Their tremendous curving horns served predominantly as additional display features, while the smaller, jutting horns partly figured into intraspecies combat, with males standing side by side and front to back and swinging these horns at each other in ritualized combat behavior.

These horns were clearly of value to the people who once inhabited the same ranges as utosai, as their ivory figured heavily into their craftwork and holy objects and can be found near-ubiquitously in the burials of high ranking people in the east interior Deadlands. These surviving utosai ivory artifacts are of tremendous value, with the mere prospect of obtaining them tempting many graverobbers and other such wealth-seekers into the remains of ancient human settlements (a mostly futile and often deadly task, most accessible tombs have already been plundered and those still left in peace are hidden deeply beneath the sands).

Utosai lasted far longer than many of their counterparts, surviving on (and trapped within) dwindling patches of coastal grassland fed by ocean rains, too isolated within stretches of desert for any chance of migration to grasslands further from the equator. These last fragmentary populations were discovered by traders and treasure seekers sponsored by the early 2nd Burri empire, with many hatchling utosai being taken back overseas hundreds of miles north. It is unknown when the last wild utosai died, but all but the tiniest fragments of their coastal grasslands are gone and the great beasts are nowhere to be found.

The captive animals were bred in Bur and eventually produced a relatively large (and heavily inbred) population, probably maxing out at around 1000 individuals. They were never truly domesticated but could be made tame and well accommodated to handling, which eventually developed into their use as mounts, forming an elite cavalry unit used in warfare. A war utosai was outfitted with a shielded tower upon its back from which archers could fire from height, and would be driven by a rider on its neck. Their use was functionally similar to irl war elephants, being utilized for intimidation, to scatter enemy formations, and to lead (or break) charges. These were the largest animals that most people would have ever seen, and were often reckoned as nigh-invulnerable. The utosai was heavily used in Bur's wars of conquest, and became an esteemed animal emblematic of the second Burri empire's might.

Very few consistently effective counters to the war utosai were discovered during the duration of their use. One very famous, very successful counter was used by the pre-Wardi Ephenni tribe in its war of independence against the second Burri empire (which was already beginning to collapse). The province of Ephennos was of key import to the empire as a breadbasket, being highly fertile lands and providing much of the grain that sustained the empire. A cavalry of ten utosai (a VERY excessive number against a less well-trained, less well-armed group of soldiers) was brought overseas to assist in crushing dissent and were devastating in battle, with only two of the ten being killed in three years of protracted warfare.

In an act of cleverness, desperation, or both, a trio of khait were covered in pitch and set ablaze, and spurred into hurtling towards the bulls in the utosai cavalry. The utosai panicked and fled, trampling many Burri soldiers in the process and utterly destroying their formations, with three of the eight utosai falling onto their sides (weighed down by their towers) and killed by Ephenni soldiers. This allowed for victory in battle, and this victory ultimately turned the tide in favor of the kingdom of Ephennos and its eventual independence. A motif of three khait wreathed in flames is still widely used in this region and as emblematic of Ephenni heritage (who, while broadly assimilated into Wardi nationality, still retain a sense of individual identity, and pride in their city-state being a center of power and birthplace of kings within Imperial Wardin).

The use of utosai in warfare dwindled after the discovery of this fairly effective counter. They were no longer reckoned as nearly invulnerable, and the great cost of transporting and feeding these animals became increasingly inviable. Captive breeding began to dwindle along with their use in warfare. The last utosai were lost, killed, or slowly died off in the Burri wilderness during and after the empire's tumultuous collapse. Some folklore describes hidden populations surviving in some wilder areas- there are several places in Bur where people claim to sometimes see the silhouettes of these great beasts against the horizon, and the rural parts of Ephennos are rumored to have a few of them (perhaps descendants of the surviving war utosai, perhaps their ghosts). Otherwise, they are lost to the world.

[auto-destruct-sequence]

“X marks the Spock.” —Elon Musk

The blue app on your phone.

[ladyoftheblades]

calm after the storm jaycetalis x reader

feeding yall some scraps untill i finish this thursday or friday

but that was not entirely true... he had one more weapon in his arsenal, ensuring he does not lose himself in the horrors, one entirely uncorrupted, one nothing could take away from him: her.

his biggest treasure, his shinning light, his beacon of hope, his prayar when times get hard.

he sat and pondered, that is all he did when he was alone, replaying the memories again and again, afraid the darkness may erase them from his mind.

they had met years ago, in the academy. she had been hired to fill the void left by victor as professor heimerdingers assistand. he will never forget the first time he locked eyes with her.

the professor had made no attempt to formally introduce them, too preocupied with whatever else in his mind. therefore, when he walked into his lab one morning, only to be met with her back snooping around and taking notes, he was surprised to say the least. at first his instinct was to yell at her but once she turned around to look at him all anger dissipated from his body.

her eyes seemed like stars twinkling in the morning light as they looked at him, her features painting a perfect picture, face surprised ever so slightly. she explained herself but even after she did he remained dumbfounded, stumbling over his words, bringing a smile to her face, and a small chuckle escaping her lips. she took a step forward, leaning into him when she said the words etched into his heart. "i will be seeing you soon, mr progress" and with that she left, leaving him frozen on the spot to be found by viktor.

(...)

jayce felt his exhaustion melt from his body, muscles relaxing finally. he moved his head to burry his nose in her hair, taking a deep breath, his lungs filling with her scent calming his nerves and clearing his head. the horrors of the arcane mattered not anymore, the memories of her he had replayed in his head like film, holding close to his heart as to get through that nightmare had paid off. he would never be the same again, scarred far too deep, the rune etched in his wrist evidence of that but his love had not faltered a second, and he knew she would still love him no matter what.

[titi-intergalactique]

Perles précieuses PART 4

And here is the last part ! Again, drawing Joris is very tricky but it's a pleasure, I love his design so much ! Translation Part 4 : Queens adorn themselves with their most precious jewelry, and wear their crowns in front of everyone.

While pirates, in the most isolated lands…

Burry their greatest treasures where noone will find them.

150 years later Lilotte's descendant - Sis and I found it in her secret hideout ! We think that great-grangran-Lotte would have liked for you to have it !

-End-

[sol-consort]

What hugging the alien races in Mass Effect feels like

[ Pt.One - Pt.Two - Pt.Three - Pt.Four - Pt.Five ]

Part Two: Krogan

Rough exterior, three heartbeats.

You could still feel the jagged edges and blunt spikes of his skin through the various padding the armour provided. His body runs hot, blood pumping at a fast pace as his lungs work relentlessly.

The krogan's arms don't reach the whole way around you. You'd have to fully press your body against his own and get very intimate in order for his arms to burry you deeper.

Otherwise, a polite hug will end up feeling awkward and uncomfortable at best. He's taller, but his face is low enough to meet yours. Body hard and bigger than anything you've held before.

It's you who has to make use of the human flexibility in order to wrap yourself around him and find a place in his embrace.

He jokes about it at the start, like any person attempting to play it cool whilst treading unmapped territory.

People don't hug krogans. They sleep with them, fight them, and wrestle.

But never a hug, never something so soft.

You guide him through it, teach him where to rest his head beside your neck. Lowering his hands to hold you below your rib cage so he may squeeze as he likes without risking a bone fracture. There's a tremble to his fingers, a shortness to his breath. He joked about accidentally crushing you at the start, but now you can see that he truly dreads hurting you by accident. Meeting your kind softness with pain due to his overeagerness.

Listening to your singular heartbeat puts him on edge, making him anxious. The realisation of how fragile you are, how you only have one heart, and when it breaks, it's really over.

He holds you tighter, as if he could trick your body into taking one of his many hearts, just to ensure your safety. Giving you a lifeline if his fears came true.

As long as he lived, he would not let it come true. One of his hearts will beat for you, fight your fights, win your wars, treasure your hugs.

You pull away first when your legs start to go numb from standing for so long. He reluctantly let's go. There is a glimmer in his eyes.

[quillpokebiology]

not sure if this has already been asked, but got any interesting facts on the Yamask line?

I've done Cofagrigus, but I haven't done Yamask.

Also, I just want to state for legal and misinformation reasons: Yamask being a human in their past life isn't proven! While there is a lot of evidence, and I am a personal believer of this theory, there is still much debate amongst researchers, and they very much could just be regular, non-dead human, pokemon!

Yamask Facts

-The scientific name for Yamask is "Arcanum Aqrquivae" which roughly translates to "Mysterious Mask Who"

-My mam goes into more in her post, but Yamask originated in a region east of Paldea and were originally called "šwbt" by the people that live there. Ancient Yamask were more bird-like and a lot of texts back then state that they always appeared after someone died

-While many ghost types are stereotyped as liking night, and cofagrigus prefer night, Yamask are actually diurnal and thrive in the hot desert sunlight

-Yamask like to eat gold nuggets for food (this diet makes them unpopular with treasure hunters). Galarian Yamask prefer to eat stones

-Yamask's only object they retain from their former life is the mask of their face. Because of this, their masks are very important to them. They can get very possessive of their masks and may even lash out at their trainers if the mask is touched by them, but it is important to know that this is not a behavioir issue. How would you feel if someone touched your most beloved object?

-There are efforts to match up Yamask with the person they used to be when they were alive, and there are entire facilities dedicated to analyzing the mask and pairing them up with deceased bodies who were reported to have a Yamask appear after their death. I recommend calling these facilities as it can help your Yamask feel better to remember who they were in life

-Before evolving, Yamask will let go of their mask. This is a very good thing, as it means they can finally move on

-Yamask are very bird-like in their appearance and do follow similar bird biology. For starters, Yamask have hollow bones, a cloaca, and their arms resemble wings, and very thin feathers

-While there is no way to tell the sex of s Yamask just by looking at their body, you can sometimes tell depending on weather the mask looks more feminine or more masculine

-Yamask have incredibly long life spans, with the oldest Yamask being estimated to be around 1,000 years old. She is Galarian Yamask living in a facility in Hammerlocke, and her name is Agrona. The second oldest Yamask is a Unovan Yamask named Osiris, being estimated to be around 950 years old. He lives in a facility in Unova

-There are many myths revolving around Yamask's mask. Some myths say that taking the mask will curse you and your descendants, some believe that taking a Yamask's life will give you a longer life, and some say that taking a Yamask's mask and wearing it will show you the Yamask's former life. There are reports of all phenomenas happening, however, there is still some skepticism

-When discovering ancient tombs, researchers will often find hoards of Yamask there, almost always having an even ratio between bodies and Yamask. While it's hard to tell due to decay, the masks the Yamask have very often vaguely look like the people burried

-While it depends on the Yamask, most Yamask do not enjoy being alone and will travel in groups

-(Unovan) Yamask's cry sounds like a wailing human. I've listened to it before, and it's not as scary as you think. It sounds more... sad and painful. Listening to it made me feel sad. Galarian Yamask's cry sounds a lot less mournful

[twinki3zs]

Fanfic Idea!!

In continuation to the Time Crapsules episode, imagine Nikki accidentally finding another time capsule while digging in the dirt.

She takes it to Max and Neil—who are in the activities filed with David, Gwen, CJ, and the other campers—saying that she found “burried treasure.” Max and Neil see a name on the side of the box,

“Darla”

David recognizes that name, but not before they opened the box to find a note. Neil reads it out loud.

“Dear future counselors or campers, today is July 3rd of the year 2002. We created an activity where both the staff and the campers get to fill box’s with memorable items of their childhood and bury it to find it years later. Instead, as a way to commemorate my memories at Camp Campbell, I decided to fill my capsule with a video tape camera filled with videos of me and my co-counselors current campers. I’ve been taking videos since the second day of summer camp to help remember all the wonderful memories. Feel free to watch the staff and the campers grow throughout the summer!

Have a great summer, and Campe Diem!”

The campers manage to convince David to watch it, but David seemed nervous for some reason. Preston and Neil managed to find a way to play it on the projector of Preston’s stage.

They play the tapes to see 2002 quality videos of the old campers. Clips of them doing activities, eating lunch, the camp fire, until it started to play a clip of Campbell. He was simply explaining an activity when all of a sudden, a voice yelled from the crowd.

Present David gripped his seat and gulped, remembering that day. The present campers are shocked to see young Davey spitting fire at Campbell and flipping off the other two counselors.

Soon, as the campers keep watching, they realize just how similar young Davey was to Max.

[ya-what--ya-erster]

MORE WIP

@bigmack2go @ivys-head-is-spinning

…..

Albert laughs. “One day, when we ain’t poor, we can go get fancy dinner together.”

“Then I can take ya home an’ do ya the favor of gettin’ ya clothes off for ya.”

“An’ you’ll take me on a few more dates to be a gentleman.”

“And then I’d ask ya to move in with me.”

“I’d say yes because I love you.”

“I would be able to give you everything you deserve. All the love and all the good things.”

“I’d do what I could to support us.”

“I’d ask you to marry me.”

“And I would say yes.”

“We could have a family.”

“We’d walk with our kids to school every day.”

“We’d be damn good for ‘em, make sure they live good, and don’t ever gotta live on the streets.”

“And we’d be sad when they moved out, but it’d be just us for the first time in a long time and it’d be nice.”

“We would have enough money we wouldn’t have ta work no more, and we could just be. Together.”

“And they would burry us next to each other when we died.”

Race holds Albert’s hand, laying beside him on the rooftop. The quiet is heavy with realization.

“Most of that ain’t ever gonna happen.” Albert says.

“Maybe times’ll change. Maybe I could marry ya some day.”

Some day doesn’t come.

Time inevitably takes Race from Albert. Only a few months pass before Albert follows him. They share a year of death: 1952. Everyone knows that smoking too much is what killed Race. Nobody knows what really happened to Albert, though, and all they can call it is death by broken heart.

And now, their apartment is stacked high with their things, and nobody to take those things. Nobody who has somewhere to keep them, at least.

But Smalls, a newsie who had arrived at the lodging house at the age of six in 1930, accompanies JoJo to dig through.

And she finds something strange. Little notes. To A, love A. All of them. But the handwriting doesn’t match. Half of them are covered with a hasty scrawl, the other half slow and perfected letters.

“Jo?” She calls out.

“Yeah?”

“What’s these?”

JoJo takes a look at what she has, then smiles.

“I didn’t know they left notes for each other. Bunch-a saps.”

“Who, though?”

“Race and Al.”

“But they’re-“

“Both boys, yeah. Big deal.”

“No, just- wouldn’t it be an R?”

“Nah. Al usually called Race his real name. Anthony.”

“Oh.”

“Their funeral’s tomorrow. Maybe you should bring them letters with us and-“

“Are they gonna be buried beside each other?”

“They was gonna put Al with his sister, but I stopped ‘em. He’ll be by Race.”

Smalls notes a sadness in JoJo that she hadn’t particularly caught on to before.

“I’m gonna miss ‘em.” He says.

“Me too.” Smalls says, even though she didn’t know them all too well.

“Let’s see what other treasures we can find to return to them.” JoJo suggests.

“Okay.”

[sugashook]

fuzzy, soft, small, pink, delicate, very beautiful and easy to miss. stede found ed's heart. it's a small little thing. but stede is trying to show off how incredible and special of a heart it is.

ed and lucius (lucius who represents stedes sensitivities) aren't impressed.

it's not even the point of the trip, they just found it on accident.

and after ed thinking it's kinda cool, he fights a bug and has an emotional fit. but stede holds the little bug(heart) steady! ed checks it out, but doesn't get it back so that means stede is holding ed's little delicate sensitivities and his little heart (so tiny it can only fit one person inside it).

they move on and find the treasure they've been looking for, burried under the roots of jim's dead's family tree. it's just a rock :(

but ed takes it sees something more in it, he pours water on it (i think ed represents the sea/water so it's like he's literally pouring himself on his heart) and he sees and tells everyone there's something more to this rock. the old tree(stede and his family) has some fruit to give after all. a petrified orange.

(stede also represents the land so hes perhaps washing stede off his heart and washing him with his essence its the fruit of stedes land like stedes heart but only love and ed could figure out what it really is)

in spite fear, and anxiety stede's heart grew stronger. while the opposite effect took place with ed's heart, it probably grew weaker!

but stede doesn't want to give it to jim or anyone and he keeps it for himself, he won't give it to ed until s2.

stede's heart is strong, once its cut in two it shows the glistening gems formed inside. so once he's able to give half his heart to his kids and half his heart to ed he is able to see his heart's full beauty. the beauty wasn't in keeping the petrified orange it was in sharing it with the ones he loves the most. :-)

[lsunstreakerl]

Hiiii

I havent sent any asks or comments in a while because I was fully burried by uni but here I am finally🥳 (I should be studing pharmacology at the moment but who wants to do that? Not me🫢)

AWW I HAVE SO MANY THINGS I WANT TO SAY. First everything you write is still amazing. I read everything as soon as I could. So many spectacular stories. Both the search verse and the new fic. I got to the point were I check immediatelly in the morning if you uploaded anything.

The GP and Max relationship is amazing in both and they are both so different but similar at the same time.

Im so excited for the deep dives you plan to do here. I think Im gonna separate my thoughts so its more manageable.

Search history:

I didnt expect to enjoy fopa as much as I did. I was surprised how interesting and enjoyable their side story was, looking forward to reading more about them.

GP and Max’s relationship is beautiful. Max learning to trust GP and slowly realise that he is not a burden. Admit to himself that GP was the one who raised him and tought him not Jos. Realise that this is how it should be, that parents shoud care and listen to their kids. Aww soo good.

Charles’s and Max’s relationship is amazing as well. To see their teenage selfs (mostly Max) be oblivious while everyone expects them to get together in the future. Loved GP’s comments to his wife about the personal drama

Also I loved the last chapter. Max working through his trauma and telling Charles about it. Beautifully written.

Famiglia:

Amazing how you write their relationships different but still very similar. Max is not the same person because he grew up in a loving home with GP but still he is the same in all things that matter.

Loved to dutch accent bit sooooo much. At first I didnt notice that he was speaking and then I went back to realise that the first thing GP heard was the word dad😫😫

Also Max and Charles still being connected by racing even tho Max cant race🤯 Him supporting Charles through is carrier, Charles wanting him on his team in F1 ahhhh so good. Charles immediatly recognising Max when he saw him driving.🥺 The hand massage���🤭

Yeah this became a bit long sorry😬🥴 I could yap about all your fics for eternity

sorry this took so long to respond, the mobile app wouldn't let me say anything 😭 you are so brave studying pharmacology it is my least favorite subject in the entire world EXCEPT for histology. (honestly, I should also be studying pharmacology rn. I'm just not doing it lol)

writing the Max and GP relationship to be just as meaningful but still different shaped on their experiences has actually been kind of hard, but I'm enjoying the challenge.

I am the conductor for the fopa train at this point. I'm not sure if anyone else really writes them? so I guess I'm holding down the frontlines of the fopa tag 🫡

teenage lestappen continues to absolutely ridiculous about each other, no matter what, in any universe. love that for them.

Alice knows all the redbull drama. all of it. she remembers it all too, that women is a treasure trove of embarrassing little gems for the entire team. everyone gets scared when she's at a team event because she knows it all.

showing Max a little bit softer in Famiglia has been fun! on the one hand, he's still got some of those concerning mindsets from when he was a kid, but he's much more open about his love and his family than he is in Search History.

yeah, GP cried about that one.

the Dutch accent is so funny, because poor Max has been in the UK for like seven years at this point, he signs in BSL, he thinks in british english, but when he speaks he's got a dutch accent still 😭 him and GP keep getting startled by it. (max also keeps not expecting his voice to be as low as it is lmfao)

charles could NOT figure out MP until he saw him in the kart and then he was like -_- "are u fr rn verstappen"

and then he decides he's keeping max this time, no more disappearing acts for him.

the hand massage 😭

[ostrichmonkey-games]

First draft of the little practice micro-region Riverlands hexcrawl! The goal with this exercise was literally just to practice making and keying hexes. Thinking about the "level design" of it all, so to speak. No intention of using any of this for the final versions, but bits and pieces could pop up again!

I think I'll polish it up a little bit and toss it into the downloads of the current Riverlands zine, as a little bonus freebie.

And here's the transcription:

Prototype Hex-set

Region overive

Encounter table

Minor settlement

Biomes: tangle and minor waterway

Immediate landmarks

Fogswood: slightly haunted village

Abandoned Shrine: overgrown and untended

Marshfields: dense tangle, hard to navigate in anything but small crafts

The Trudge: slow moving waterway, clogged with plant growth, fish, and freshwater crustaceans

F1

Terrain: Marshland and minor waterway

The Trudge: Minor waterway. A slow moving, sluggish stream that meanders through the dense marshes. Overgrown reeds and other vegetation make travel by anything except small boats take twice as long. [F1, F2, F4, F5]

Trudge Encountres

Noxious algae bloom. Poisons the water the next 1/4 day stretch. May be carefully harvested and prepared for medicinal properties.

Wishmonger set up on an anchored flat-bottomed punt.

Angry swarm of marsh bees.

Riverside shrine to a local god of: 1. Rain. 2. Herons. 3. Travel. 4. Fishing. 5. Brew. 6. Floods.

Traderfolk clearly from foreign lands, their boat is entangled in a rotten mat of vegetation.

Hitchhiker covered in talismans and good luck charms. Secretly a traveling spy for the Kingfigher's Court.

Note: all of the above is in addition to the Marsh/Tangle encounters.

F1

Hidden: Overgrown wreck of a barge. Skeletal remains burried in silt and reeds. Sealed sarcophagus with talismans plastered across the top.

What's inside? This deadfall god-wood hewn coffin is miraculously sealed and watertight. Braking the seals requires a talented breaker or enough foolish drive. It is difficult, but not impossible.

F2: Fogswood

A small community built on the banks of the Trudge. Sleepy and unbothered.

Rice paddies

Ancient standing stone: Inscrutable megalith at the center of town. Surrounded by guttered candles and small offerings. Said to have been dragged here from deep within the Forest over 1,000 years ago.

Stoneside Inn: Within a stone's toss of the megalith. Small, ramshackle, but cozy enough for a night.

Spear fishers: Gather daily in the early hours before venturing into the Trudge for their catch. Can be hired as guides and have a confident knowledge of the surrounding terrain. Won't venture more than four hexes from home.

Wishmonger's Lodge: Small hut occupied by the local wishmonger. Specializes in woven-reed charms. 4/6 chance they are in residence, otherwise they are out peddling their wares.

Market. Most bustling at midweek, but never empty. Mix of local craftsmen and traveling merchants from up and down the Trudge.

Note: Include a short list of significant NPCs - name and minimal description.

F3: Abandoned Shrine -> Hidden

An old shrine dedicated to a local deity, their domains long forgotten. Nearly completely overgrown and fallen into disrepair. A scant few locals attempt to keep it clear, but fight a losing battle or a scant few locals remember the shrine, but are too elderly to manage the upkeep or No one remembers it at all.

The deity, while sluggish and dormant, has grown resentful of the locals for forgetting about it.

F3: Biome

A dense overgrown marshland cut off from the Trudge.

Rumored to be used as a hideout for pirates.

Giant mosquitos.

F4

Hidden: Band of "highwaymen" that try to extort travelers on a particularly lazy turn of the Trudge. Mostly harmless, made up of youths unhappy with the slower pace of life in the area. Led by a slightly older, charismatic asshole.

Have a stash of some coin and worthless "treasures".

Jump at exciting opportunities.

F5

Hidden: Kingfisher's Pool, a small pond nearly impossible to see from the bands of the Trudge. The calls of kingfishers ring out.

Secret: On nights of the dead moon, glimpses of the Kingfisher's Throne can be seen reflected in the pool.

2/6 chance of a Kingfisher cultist meeting at the pool at night.

[lucidheart3]

Here is a list of my fics with their summaries and my favourite lines from each!

Whelve: A small echidna warrior ends up on Green Hills,bringing a string of unfortunate events with him.

No matter the quests he'd go on to, the treasures he'd find, the enemies he'd battle, he knows he won't find a way to retrieve his honor if he was lost to him, too.

Replacement:

Sonic overhears the unpleasant conversation Maddie has with Rachel, His family help him with fallout, while facing with their own sorrows along the way.

“But are they... his parents? Is Sonic their son, really? Or a poor excuse of a son in place of someone who once was?”

Pen Pals:

What if Sonic and Tom became pen pals before officialy meeting each other?

“There is his one sentence, that makes Sonic regret ever writing to Tom, the painful reminder of the fact that he is hiding behind pieces of papers, lying with his hands because he is forbidden to with his tounge.

Your parents would gladly take you...”

Finally with an update!

Visions of What We Could Be:

When visions of what they could be plagues his mind, Sonic forgets to appreciate what he has. Luckily, Knuckles is there to remind him.

“Hmm. Maybe to not be an alien? To not have to run?”

Sonic’s mouth falls open, and he can feel Knuckles’ last word trigger something inside of him. A mantra burried deep into his soul, a shield that protected him. His resolve, his promise.

Never stop running.”

Break Into Contents, Never Falling Down:

Sonic and Knuckles’ usual spar suddenly takes a nasty turn. Feelings are hurt, tears are shed, and it’s up to Maddie and Tom to help their sons climb up the hole they’ve dug themselves into.

“My mind disagreed. Saying that I’m unworthy of those titles. But it agreed that Sonic is unworthy, too. So I hurt him. Showed him all of the darkness he himself has shone light on inside of me. I don’t know what I hoped for to happen. But I couldn’t bear seeing him shine that bright, not letting his dark past dim his light, like I did.

Cards On The Table (We’re Showing Hearts):

Sonic’s boredom leads to an interruption in their quiet afternoon, but his family wouldn’t have it any other way.

“For how many years he was with them, and they weren’t with him?

For how many years he had been their son, and they had no idea?

Late Night Endearement:

A sweet exchange Tom has with his sons leads to a late night heart to heart with his lovely wife.

“ We just have to keep walking towards them, and allow them to meet us halfway”

MY WIPS

Movie Amy AU: You can find the first chapter here

“No, she wasn’t going to give up. For her mom, who sacrificed so much to bring her into life, for her grandparents, who raised her with so much care and love. And for herself, to live long enough to give all the love her heart bursted with; to flickies, to trees, to children and elders, to whoever needed help. And receive love in return, as selfish it was, Amy didn’t want to go without experiencing the acceptance and affection she had grown up with again.