#LM D&D

[lonestarflight]

Apollo 9 Gumdrop (CSM-104) prior docking with the Lunar Module Spider (LM-3).

Date: March 7, 1969

NASA ID: AS09-24-3631, AS09-24-3624, AS09-24-3652

[linked-maze]

.:It's about Time:. part 1

A story behind how Navi and Time found each other! enjoy!

It was a cold hazy morning in the forest, after a whole night of rain. The small beam of light from the morning sun was shining through the leaves, warming up the air that was fresh and with an earthy smell. A tiny blue fairy emerged from a hole in a great redwood tree. Butt in the air, she yawned and stretched her whole fuzzy body, shaking the sleepiness out of her and flapping her wings awake. She raised her snout to sniff the air and letting out a sigh of relief. After months of winter, spring was finally settling in, and Navi couldn’t be happier about that. The forest was alive with all her favorite snacks, spiders, grasshoppers, and more! So, no time to spare! She set out to search the environment for some breakfast.

Navi flew through the cold air, the sun hitting her from above. The floor of the deep forest was filled with big old stones with beautiful carvings all over the place with moss and ferns covering the ground completely. A river close by, water flowing steadily. Navi took a glance for any danger in the area, but all seemed fine. She decided to start her hunt here. Flying down to land on some of the wet stones, almost slipping but caught her balance. She skipped along from stone to stone, stopping a bit to sip some water from a nearby plant that was dripping from the rain. Then, in the distance before her, she saw a delicious grasshopper! Navi ducked down quickly, and without making a sound she sneaked up to the prey behind the ferns, slowly approaching, ready to pounce any second now. However, suddenly a disturbance from the distance echoed throughout the deep forest. The grasshopper hopped away in fright. Navi attempted to go for the kill, but it was too late. It got away. “Tch…” Navi sighed in disappointment. She flew up to one of the tree branches high above, away from any danger. What in the world was that sound? Monsters did live in these woods, maybe it was one of those awful wolfos striding around the area, looking for their own prey. Or maybe it was one of those atrocious stalfos beating up a tree somewhere for fun. Suddenly the sound was back! It sounded like thunder rumbling! This was no wolfos or stalfos. This was something huge and dangerous. Navis curiosity got the best of her, and she set out to solve this. Navi got closer and closer to the mysterious rumbling. She flies above an ancient, overgrown temple ruin. Walls, Pillars, and statues broken down over time, greenery taken over the place completely. She has been here many times for the amazing apple trees that grow here. It has always been such a peaceful place. But not today, birds flying away in flocks, frightened by the ruckus. It sounded like a huge fight was going on!

Navi quietly landed on one of the big ancient statues, hiding behind it to get a peek in on what was going on, but nothing could have prepared her for what was making all that sound. It was a Goron! Out in the middle of the forest throwing around huge rocks, destroying them into small pieces. The Goron looked angry yet saddened, mostly getting his frustrations out. What was a Goron doing so far from home? Was he lost? Did he lose something? Whatever it was, he was making a commotion. Navi rolled her eyes. She had no time for this. She was about to set off again, but something stopped her. She took a glance at the Goron. Something about him seemed familiar but she couldn’t put her paw on what it was… it was like she had seen those eyes before, the right eye barring a huge scar across it. Navis memories sparked for a moment, the eyes resembling her dear old friend, but there was no way this was Link, this was a Goron. Navi felt a little bad stalking this poor Goron. So, she decided to let him be. He clearly didn’t want to be disturbed. Why else would he do his outburst deep in the forest far from home. Besides, Navi still needed some breakfast. She set off as quietly as she came. Back home, Navi was digging for worms in some dirt right underneath the redwood tree. It was no grasshopper and Navi loved the hunt of it all, but it was tasty, nonetheless. continued her day with small tasks and gathering fresh leaves for her nest. Walking down to a little puddle nearby to wash her paws clean after an evening of work, she couldn’t stop thinking about the Goron. And Link… it has been years now, but she still missed him deeply. The day she left him after completing the Dekus trees dying request, she was supposed to move on with her life. Finally reuniting with her great fairy and all her sisters in the forest. Living life with all her sisters was nice but she felt empty inside every single night, wondering what Link was up to and if he was okay… so one day she decided to go look for him! The hero she was meant to be with! But… he was nowhere to be seen. No one in Hyrule knew where he was. But that didn’t stop her! She searched for days, weeks, months! But with no luck… It was like he was gone… dead. Navis hope grew thin over the years, and she settled down in the deep forest, Abandoning her quest. But no matter what she did, she could never let him go in her heart.  The day went by, and the sun started to set at around dinner time. Navi laying at the opening of her redwood tree hole, still in thought, and was not feeling like hunting. She felt restless and couldn’t focus. So, she decided to go to sleep early this time. Letting her mind rest. to be continued~

[ferociousconscience]

Javert and his Junior Inspectors / The Mute Pack of Hounds in Les Misérables (1925, dir. Henri Fescourt)

[la-muerta]

"你跟我睡!" (You sleep with me!)

Fantober 2024 Day 2 prompt – OTP

Inspired by that iconic line from the deleted scene in the original script XD

[majorproblems77]

Hey Linked Maze fans! It's me! :D

Another update another ramble from yours truly! :D

I love the smol updates just as much as the large ones cause it gets me thinking ngl. Makes me wonder what's gonna happen next!

(Especially in situations like this)

Okay enough from me

A link to the comic page can be found here! Please do go and check it out and give it a lil reblog to show your support! It's wonderful.

Importantly!

Linked maze belongs too @linked-maze and its creator @frulleboi. if you've not seen it note that it's for more mature audiences! :)

without further ado!

You might not need snacks for this one, but get some water, I know you need some right now. Got some? Awesome, let's begin!

We start with this panel!

First off the saturation of the image, we know that wind's outfit is like blue blue. So it's interesting to see it so discoloured. Makes me wonder if this is how wolfy sees generally or if it's just in wolf form.

(Ha you thought I was gonna go straight to the sents right, nope :D)

But now I will

So we can see 3 colours here. A reddish pink, A purple, and cream? I'm gonna call it cream.

So this confirms something

Three people have had enough contact with this object to leave an impression.

And here we can see two of them

If im understanding this correctly, Red belongs to Sky. The purple belongs to this second figure who I am going to assume is Zelda.

Also who I can assume is Wolfie seeing this red in his eyes. A cool touch!

A visual representation of whose scent he is following I can only assume., which would defo be useful later. For like when we oh I dont know

Go looking for the cream-coloured scent owner?

This is the only frame we see this cream-coloured scent. So I'm gonna call this now and assume that this scent belongs to Angel or djævel. Probably Angel since she's the one we've seen wandering around collecting the hero's items.

He sniffin

it's the windy boi

I love him, your honour

Also totally not Wolfie pretending that sword isn't his.

It's not mine what are you talking about :))))))))))

I like this shot, it's very nice.

I am a little worried as to why Warrior looks worried. Surely he must know about dog scenes. and I feel like Wolfy has proven himself by now as to not be a threat to him.

Unless...

Do you think Warrior noticed Wolfy does not smell the sword handle? And smell the random fabric instead.

A sword handle would have the most intense smell of something right? Because of the sweat. So...

Warrior is wondering and now so am I.

This is the face of a man who knows something is up with that wolf

Man is trying to be a good friendo

Warrior dont apologise you smol cinnamon roll it's fine let the kids lead

The mix of the colours here is interesting.

(Totally not me zooming in on the coloured lines to see if I can figure out what colours they are made from)

I see mainly that pinky red here.

But something in me wants to say that there's a little bit of cream in here.

You think they are gonna use the sailcloth to find Angel later? That could be cool. Maybe get Wolfy to smell a bunch of items to build a scent profile for Angel so they can go looking for her later?

Just a thought! let me know what you think! I love doing these and it's great. Thanks again to @linked-maze for the permission to do this. I love doing them.

Thats all tho so I hope you have a wonderful day/night! :D

[lenievi]

Javert: never reads newspapers

Javert: reads a newspaper by chance (and maybe for the first time ever)

newspaper: Jean Valjean is dead

[lmchaptertitlebracket]

V.ix.6 l’Herbe cache et la pluie efface

Denny sends us off with “The Hidden Grave”. (yknow, I really think that's a representative way to end this round of polls-- a different translation from each translator, and Denny on a different tack.)

Grass Hides and Rain Blots Out: Wilbour

The Grass Hides, and the Rain Effaces: Wraxall

The Grass Covers and the Rain Effaces: Hapgood

The Grass Hides and the Rain Effaces: Gray

Grass Conceals and Rain Blots Out: FMA

The Grass Hides and the Rain Erases: Rose

Grass Grows Over and Rain Washes Away: Donougher

[thebrickinbrick]

Prisoner

Marius was, in fact, a prisoner.

The hand which had seized him from behind and whose grasp he had felt at the moment of his fall and his loss of consciousness was that of Jean Valjean.

Jean Valjean had taken no other part in the combat than to expose himself in it. Had it not been for him, no one, in that supreme phase of agony, would have thought of the wounded. Thanks to him, everywhere present in the carnage, like a providence, those who fell were picked up, transported to the tap-room, and cared for. In the intervals, he reappeared on the barricade. But nothing which could resemble a blow, an attack or even personal defence proceeded from his hands. He held his peace and lent succor. Moreover, he had received only a few scratches. The bullets would have none of him. If suicide formed part of what he had meditated on coming to this sepulchre, to that spot, he had not succeeded. But we doubt whether he had thought of suicide, an irreligious act.

Jean Valjean, in the thick cloud of the combat, did not appear to see Marius; the truth is, that he never took his eyes from the latter. When a shot laid Marius low, Jean Valjean leaped forward with the agility of a tiger, fell upon him as on his prey, and bore him off.

The whirlwind of the attack was, at that moment, so violently concentrated upon Enjolras and upon the door of the wine-shop, that no one saw Jean Valjean sustaining the fainting Marius in his arms, traverse the unpaved field of the barricade and disappear behind the angle of the Corinthe building.

The reader will recall this angle which formed a sort of cape on the street; it afforded shelter from the bullets, the grape-shot, and all eyes, and a few square feet of space. There is sometimes a chamber which does not burn in the midst of a conflagration, and in the midst of raging seas, beyond a promontory or at the extremity of a blind alley of shoals, a tranquil nook. It was in this sort of fold in the interior trapezium of the barricade, that Éponine had breathed her last.

There Jean Valjean halted, let Marius slide to the ground, placed his back against the wall, and cast his eyes about him.

The situation was alarming.

For an instant, for two or three perhaps, this bit of wall was a shelter, but how was he to escape from this massacre? He recalled the anguish which he had suffered in the Rue Polonceau eight years before, and in what manner he had contrived to make his escape; it was difficult then, to-day it was impossible. He had before him that deaf and implacable house, six stories in height, which appeared to be inhabited only by a dead man leaning out of his window; he had on his right the rather low barricade, which shut off the Rue de la Petite Truanderie; to pass this obstacle seemed easy, but beyond the crest of the barrier a line of bayonets was visible. The troops of the line were posted on the watch behind that barricade. It was evident, that to pass the barricade was to go in quest of the fire of the platoon, and that any head which should run the risk of lifting itself above the top of that wall of stones would serve as a target for sixty shots. On his left he had the field of battle. Death lurked round the corner of that wall.

What was to be done?

Only a bird could have extricated itself from this predicament.

And it was necessary to decide on the instant, to devise some expedient, to come to some decision. Fighting was going on a few paces away; fortunately, all were raging around a single point, the door of the wine-shop; but if it should occur to one soldier, to one single soldier, to turn the corner of the house, or to attack him on the flank, all was over.

Jean Valjean gazed at the house facing him, he gazed at the barricade at one side of him, then he looked at the ground, with the violence of the last extremity, bewildered, and as though he would have liked to pierce a hole there with his eyes.

By dint of staring, something vaguely striking in such an agony began to assume form and outline at his feet, as though it had been a power of glance which made the thing desired unfold. A few paces distant he perceived, at the base of the small barrier so pitilessly guarded and watched on the exterior, beneath a disordered mass of paving-stones which partly concealed it, an iron grating, placed flat and on a level with the soil. This grating, made of stout, transverse bars, was about two feet square. The frame of paving-stones which supported it had been torn up, and it was, as it were, unfastened.

Through the bars a view could be had of a dark aperture, something like the flue of a chimney, or the pipe of a cistern. Jean Valjean darted forward. His old art of escape rose to his brain like an illumination. To thrust aside the stones, to raise the grating, to lift Marius, who was as inert as a dead body, upon his shoulders, to descend, with this burden on his loins, and with the aid of his elbows and knees into that sort of well, fortunately not very deep, to let the heavy trap, upon which the loosened stones rolled down afresh, fall into its place behind him, to gain his footing on a flagged surface three metres below the surface,—all this was executed like that which one does in dreams, with the strength of a giant and the rapidity of an eagle; this took only a few minutes.

Jean Valjean found himself with Marius, who was still unconscious, in a sort of long, subterranean corridor.

There reigned profound peace, absolute silence, night.

The impression which he had formerly experienced when falling from the wall into the convent recurred to him. Only, what he was carrying to-day was not Cosette; it was Marius. He could barely hear the formidable tumult in the wine-shop, taken by assault, like a vague murmur overhead.

[o-i-w-u]

i had a dream eclipse and solar encountered a cat and were both overjoyed about it. thats literally all that happened. 10/10 dream heck yeah

[pilferingapples]

[ID: the "X Mentioned!" meme , saying "Bousingot Mentioned!" /ID]

The result of this council held by the watch dogs was, that they had been mistaken, that there had been no noise, that it was useless to get entangled in the belt sewer, that it would only be a waste of time, but that they ought to hasten towards Saint-Merry; that if there was anything to do, and any “bousingot” to track out, it was in that quarter. From time to time, parties re-sole their old insults. In 1832, the word bousingot formed the interim between the word jacobin, which had become obsolete, and the word demagogue which has since rendered such excellent service.

--LM 5.3.2

[lonestarflight]

Interior view of the Manned Spacecraft Operations Building, Kennedy Space Center, during the move of Apollo 9 Command and Service Module (CSM-104) Gumdrop from workstand to transfer stand prior to mating to Spacecraft Lunar Module Adapter (SLA-12A).

Date: November 30, 1968

NASA ID: S68-55032

[safetycar-restart]

welcome back!! I absolutely love your blog and I need to discuss more MotoGP with you! Because I've been dying to know more about the d/s au because I'm this close to writing something related to it and I need more thoughts!!! especially with Marc, Fabio, Pecco and Luca because they're my absolute favorites, but anyone is welcome :))

Oh absolutely!!! I have written a few different things about the Motogp lads in the D/S AU, but of course it's been so long. I think maybe I'll write a paragraph or two about each of the riders you've named and then we can go from there :))

MARC:

So for Marc I'm in two minds about this so I'm just gonna write both options! Firstly, I think you could have been Marc's dominant since he started in MotoGP with you meeting him when he joined Honda and you've stayed with him ever since. He refused to join Ducati unless they could ensure you could come with him.

On the other hand, I think it could also work if he had never really had a close relationship with a dominant until you come along? Maybe you're the Gresini dominant and you've been Alex's team dom since he signed with them. It's Alex who convinces Marc to give you a real shot because he's 100% certain Marc will absolutely love you, and well, he's absolutely right.

Honestly I really like both of these options so I'd gladly discuss either, or any other one you guys come up with!

FABIO:

If there's one thing I am absolutely certain about, it's this: Fabio is a very needy little sub who is the absolute best boy ever!! He prides himself on it. He requires a lot of attention but he truly is just the sweetest little sub ever!!

He always wants you in the room with him, always. Even if he can't sit right next to you, you must still be in the room. In his briefings he'll be sitting there just looking around until he spots you and then he'll start listening and answering questions. And he ALWAYS wears his collar, always.

PECCO:

I think you would have been Pecco's dominant for years, maybe since he started at Ducati or perhaps even before that. He will not entertain talk of any other dominant, absolutely not. He speaks openly and frequently about how important you are to his career and how he never would have won any championships without you.

I also think that maybe towards the end of this season he starts to pull away from you? He sees himself as a failure for losing the championship, and he struggles to allow himself to submit to you because he feels like he's failed as a submissive. I think this would really only resolve when you take him by his collar and make him tell you what's wrong.

LUCA:

For luca I think maybe he meets you when he starts with Honda? He had never really had a dominant that was only his before. He's always been in the academy and the academy has always gotten dominants for him. He appreciates that, of course he does, he knows how lucky he is to have always had a good, trustworthy dominant on standby but they were never really his, they always had to manage all the academy submissives.

So then when he starts at Honda and suddenly he's got a dominant who focuses solely on him, he honestly has absolutely no idea what to do with himself. Needless to say, he refuses all other dominates.

[fraternum-momentum]

ik ur not gonna believe me but this is what i used as reference when i was rendering law's hair

[la-muerta]

Modern Di Feisheng

(gift for @the-wintry-mizzenmast)

[actiaslunaris]

“He’s a big fan.”

[majorproblems77]

Linked maze fans! Hello, its me, its time for part 3!

So our good friend Frulleboi has been absolutely cooking with these update's with three in quick succession and I am loving it cause I love it and is great.

So Like Fruelleboi, I too am going to send these out in quick succession , This is for Soul stone part 3!

Now a link to the comic page can be found Here! Please go give it some love :D

For the important stuff!

Linked Maze belongs to @linked-maze and its wonderful creator @frulleboi. (You should follow them, they are wonderful) And as a heads up, Linked maze is for more mature audiences! :)

As usual, you know the drill, Grab some water, Grab some popcorn and prepare for me to ramble at you for however long it is!

Lets do this!

Understandable fear

It kinda looks like this hurts?

Does this hurt wolfy? It kinda looks painful. Maybe the forced teleport hurts him?

That's gotta hurt

Poor Four. Help himmmm.

I love how the twili teleportation looks, it's so close to the game's version that I can hear the sound in my head as I see this panel.

Very well done.

oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh

Somebody's pissed

GET THEM FOUR!

GO GO GO

YESSSSSSSSSSS

LETS GOOOOOOO

Okay now I've stopped cheering, I am certainly intrigued as to what is gonna happen now. Are we gonna get a four-sword split thing? Is this another spell?

Do the split links have names?

I'm aware of the basics in this universe from this post

I'm excited for this! :D

You know that feeling you get when a comic you like ends on a fun bit and you are just bouncing excited hoping the next one comes soon because you're so excited for it?

Thats me rn

(Frulle I know you read these please don't rush I'll be excited as long as it takes. Also hello! I love this comic!)

:D

Alright, Thats me done. Consider this the pause while you refuel and I figure out a thought I've got hanging out in my head about this maze layout from pt1 cause I've been trying to write it for ages haha.

Have a wonderful day!

See you soon