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mickandmusings · 7 months ago

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pairing: indiana jones x f!reader

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summary: indy and y/n, history professors and close friends, are sent out on the hunt for an ancient gold amulet somewhere near cairo. hitting a stroke of luck, they find all the clues leading to the prize inside a cave, making indy's usual grumpy demeanor turn soft. however, as night falls on the desert, the pair find themselves taking shelter from a sandstorm in the cave, where they realize that the real prize was never any artifact.

warnings: fluffy, slight age gap (idk I imagined the reader to be at least like five or six years younger than Indy??) indy's typically gruff attitude (and gooey middle), clumsy reader, author loves history but isn't as well versed in ancient history so bear with inaccuracy

"Sweetheart, what the hell're you doing?" Indy's voice resounded through the empty cave both he and Y/N were walking in. Well, were walking in, til his partner stopped and dropped to the floor, her lantern close to the wall.

"Indy, come look, there's markings," Y/N's reply was smart, though she stumbled on a loose rock as she crouched down, nearly toppling over, but gained her balance and smiled at Indy. "I didn't fall that time!"

Indiana huffed out a small chuckle as he walked over to look at her discovery. After the past few years of bringing Y/N along, he'd grown used to her clumsy nature, spending most of his time helping her off of sandy ground or helping her limp along on a twisted ankle from a particularly nasty fall. If it were anyone else, Indy would grumble and leave them behind, but Y/N was the exception to nearly every one of Indiana's rules.

"Smart girl," Indy's voice echoed as his hands lightly brushed against the wall. Y/N felt her face fill with a red blush at Indy's compliment, even if he didn't mean it the way she wanted him to. Y/N's growing crush on her older coworker had started the moment she'd moved into the classroom across the hall from him. She had been intimidated at first, being the only female professor in the history hall. She had expected Dr. Jones to be just as avoidant of her as the others, but he had been the opposite. He had been dapper in his neat suit and bowtie, his studious glasses making him appear approachable. He had smiled and introduced himself, and the rest had been history-literally. The two would wave at each other down the hallway, swap conversation between classes and at lunch, and share books back and forth. Their at-work talks led to Indy inviting her to dinner (as friends, of course) and both of them grading papers in Indy's living room. After a year or so working side by side, Indy quickly realized that Y/N had an appetite for adventure, just like him. He'd invited her on a small dig that summer, and she'd been his right-hand ever since. Their easy friendship had quickly become the talk of the college, by teachers and students alike. Rumors floated through the air, talks of affairs and secret relationships, but none of them were true. Indy and Y/N were nothing more than friends and coworkers, as much as both parties wished they were more.

"Are those the ones you were looking for? The ones from the book?" Y/N's voice cut through Indiana's focus. Indiana's hazel eyes looked into hers, his heart skipping a beat. Her optimistic face warmed his heart. Despite all of the hell the girl had gone through on adventures with him, she still got excited when he brought her along on another.

"Yeah, yeah they are." Indy pulled the aged paper from his pocket, unfolded it and held it against the wall-the two were a perfect match. "We're in the right place, doll, just gotta find that damn amulet."

For the rest of daylight, Y/N and Indy move quickly through the dark cave, most times in tight quarters with one another. Indy is secretly in agony: every brush of her hand against his own, or his front pressed against her back in particularly small spaces sets his skin ablaze, and when her eyes light up at her findings or a narrow escape? Indy all but pulls her in for a heated kiss. The duo makes great time finding the amulet and pulling themselves back out, all limbs intact with minimal cuts and bruises, and Indy is grinning as the jewel shines in Y/N's hand. His shirt is ripped and there's a cut that needs cleaning across his neck, but his demeanor is spirited. He slings an arm around Y/N, making her heart skip a beat.

"Can't believe we made it out of that one, huh, sweetheart?" His voice is laced with a laugh, his other hand holding out the lantern that lights their way out. It's drawing towards sundown, and Indy and Y/N are quickly making their way towards the mouth of the cave they've been in for a number of hours.

"I wouldn't have made it out if it weren't for you, Jones. When I fell through that last trap door, I thought I was done." Y/N sighs when she catches a glimpse of the opening of the cave, ready to curl back into the bed she shared with Indy at Sallah's. Her muscles were aching, and she longed for a shower and a good night's sleep before their journey back home tomorrow. As they got closer to the front of the cave, Y/N's good mood deflated. She peered out the opening from a few feet distance.

"Indy, there's no way we're getting out of here. That sandstorm could take down a building, we won't last ten minutes."

Indiana stands behind her, peering over her head to look out the opening. He, too, sighed and let out a deep exhale, his hazel eyes darting across at the scene.

"Yeah, you're right. We'll have to anchor here 'til it passes."

Y/N sighs, dropping onto the cave floor and plopping against the wall. Indy watches her movements-he could tell she was tired, her body aching.

"You alright, Y/N/N?"

Y/N cuts her eyes up to Indy's, sympathy pooling in his irises.

"M'fine, just tired. Dreaming of a shower and our bed back at Sallah's if I'm honest."

Indy plops down next to her, planting their lantern on the ground in front of them.

"God, me too, sweetheart. Starting to think I'm getting too old for all of this."

Y/N rolls her eyes and lets out a chuckle as she leans her head on Indy's shoulder, feeling much more comfortable with Indiana's protection over her. Silence fell amongst the pair, and Y/N felt her eyes droop. She quickly popped them back open, knowing that she probably shouldn't be sleeping in a cave such as this one. Indy catches her tired actions and pulls her into his arms, making a blush appear on Y/N's face. She looks up at him with a face of slight confusion.

"Sleep, I'll keep watch."

Any other time, Y/N would have protested, arguing that she shouldn't let her guard down, that danger could still lurk in every corner. Today, however, she was too tired to even form a rebuttal, and let her eyes close as Indy's warmth lulled her to sleep. Indy sat leisurely, looking out the mouth of the cave, hoping that the sand storm would quickly dissipate, but his longing was in vain, it only seemed to rage. He, too, found himself dozing off, his mind only comprehending the sound of Y/N's deep breaths. He lifted the hat from his head onto the top of his face to block the light from their lantern, and fell fast asleep.

Neither of the pair woke for several hours, even when the sandstorm had passed, which worried Sallah. He worried his dear friends were stuck in a cave somewhere, or had been captured by their enemies. When he finally stumbled through the opening of the dark cave and saw the sleeping figures of Indy and Y/N, he let out a boisterous laugh that echoed off the walls. It startled both halves of the couple, Y/N jumping in Indy's arms as Indy's arms covered her protectively. Even as the couple registered their friend's presence, Indy's arms never let go of Y/N. He helped her stand and got them both out of the cave, following Sallah back home.

Back at Sallah's, Indy lets Y/N have the first go of the shower, leading to light teasing from Sallah and his wife. Both of them were aware of Indiana's feelings toward his fellow professor, and often poked fun at him because of it. When Y/N returned from her shower to their shared bedroom, hair still wet and dressed in one of Indiana's oversized button-downs, Indiana felt his heart stop. There was no way he could lie leisurely next to her without his feelings rising to the surface. She tossed her towel into a nearby basket, digging through her duffel bag for her hairbrush. As she moved across the room, she could feel Indiana's eyes on her, causing her face to bloom in a deep blush.

"I can feel you watching me, Indy. Is something wrong?"

Indiana shook his head, ditching his dingy hat onto a nearby table as he ran a hand through his hair. His throat felt dry, and Indiana became unnaturally nervous.

"Uh, no, just-shirt looks good on you."

Y/N blushes further, the brush in her hair stopping momentarily. She looks up at Indy, his hazel eyes warm, a small, albeit nervous, smile flashing across his face.

"Thanks. For the compliment, and letting me borrow it," she smiles, glancing over at him again. Her eyes catch the line of red under his chin and she remembers the deep cut he'd sustained. "That cut, on your neck, did you patch it? It's deep, Indy."

"Oh, no, kind of forgot about it."

Y/N shakes her head, grabbing the few first aid items she'd brought along from her bag. She motioned for Indy to sit on the chair in the corner of the room as she came close, looking into his eyes as she began to clean his cut. Indy's hands came to rest on her waist, an action that had Y/N's mind blanking, her hands still as she simply stared down at him. Neither of them said a word, but Indiana stood from his seat, his hands resting on either side of her face. The two hovered in one another's space, Y/N waiting in anticipation.

"Are you gonna kiss me or not, Jones?" Y/N whispered with a sly grin. Indy shook his head and finally connected their lips, melting into a heated kiss. Her hands came to his hair, pulling him closer, as his hands fell dangerously low on her back. Indy pulls away, looking at Y/N with a knowing look. His nose brushes against hers, his lips almost grazing her skin as he speaks.

"Did you offer to patch me up so you could seduce me, Y/N/N?"

Y/N chuckles, chastely kissing his lips.

"Hm, maybe," she smiles a wide smile up at Indy, who lets out a breathy chuckle of his own, pulling her closer by her hips. He places another smothering kiss on her lips, followed by a sly smirk as he speaks.

"Smart girl."

#indiana jones x reader #indiana jones #request

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ilovedagain · 4 months ago

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A story of Damian's place in his family, told in verse.

There's a book in a library in Grandfather's castle, with people's illustrations and yellowed pages. Lines connect their names and faces, forming branches spanning generations. And down at the bottom is Damian's name. Mother's face and name are there, a beautiful portrait and sprawling calligraphy. But the space for Father's place is empty. He traces his small fingers over the space where Father ought to be and wonders what the reason could be.

"Am I a bastard?" He asks Mother one day, his mouth and mind running as she runs a comb through her hair.

The comb stops. She meets his eyes in the mirror, facing him in the gilded frame. For a moment, it's as if her portrait from that book has come to life. "Why would you say that?"

"My father is never here. And his name is not in the book—the book of our family tree..."

Mother turns and holds his shoulders with careful hands. There is something in her expression that he can't understand.

"Your father is the greatest man," she says. "And you are his precious son. His name is Bruce Wayne and he lives in Gotham. One day, my love, you will meet him and know exactly how deep his love for you grows."

That is the day Damian steals the book and hopes. He hides, takes out a quill, and replicates with careful hands his family tree. It is with a child's hope that he draws sprawling leaves and bountiful apples, deep roots, and entwined branches. And in each apple, he writes a name. Ra's al Ghul. Nyssa Raatko. Mara al Ghul. Dusan al Ghul. Talia al Ghul. Bruce Wayne. And Damian al Ghul Wayne.

From then on, Mother regales him with tales of Bruce Wayne. The king who protects his city like a knight, the man whose love for people burned bright. Damian drinks up the stories he hears from Mother like thirsty roots, and he loved and loved. One day, his mother said, he will meet his father and find the same love.

Like a sprout, Damian grows. His feet are grounded, and his heart burns with sunlight. His hands are tough as tree trunks and calloused like them too. He sheds blood and bleeds from his blades. Then, night fades, dawn breaks, and his promised day comes.

He meets his father at Wayne Manor. He is everything Damian hoped he'll be. Except—

Except—

Damian is nothing his father wants him to be.

There is a family in Wayne Manor and Damian's not part of it. They come from different trees, and yet Father treats them like branches from his own pedigree. And Damian—Damian—is the unwanted one.

It doesn't make sense. It's nurture against nature. With every moment Father dotes on his wards, approves of their choices and hands them responsibilities—

but not to Damian, never, no—

Damian's heart rots. A worm finds its way into his heart and scours. He is spoiled skin streched over an eaten core. Yellowed fruit, left out, and nothing more.

And yet, he loves. He loves Father again and again: when he breaks his bones to save them all, when he admonishes Damian because he cares if his heir knows right from wrong, when he writes detailed notes about his wards and never forgets a word, and when he settles his hand on Damian's head in a rare moment—a warm weight, like feeling sunlight for the first time, and Damian leans into it.

Drunk with sunlight, he opens his sketchbook and draws the day Mother said he was ready to meet his father. It was the coldest night in the desert, with blue-tinted sand and red blood pouring from his victims. The sandstorm that shook his bones was nothing compared to the relief vibrating in his body when he heard those words: "Good work, my son. You are ready to meet your father."

There is a page in Damian's sketchbook from when he was young: a forgotten drawing of his family tree. An al Ghul is not one to concede, so Damian takes the page and tries to understand.

He reconstructs the tree with hope it will reconstruct himself. More branches. More apples. More sons and daughters, even if he has to pause because his hand shakes as he draws. Faces drawn in detail and referenced from a family photo he wasn't in.

He gives each portrait a personality. Richard Grayson is penciled in feather-light strokes, hair wind-blown. Jason Todd is inked again and again, lines darker and thicker each time. Timothy Drake is penned in simple lines and logical symmetry. Cassandra Cain is painted with a thin brush, every curve in her lips and line in her shoulders there for a reason. Alfred Pennyworth is drawn with exquisite detail in the finest fountain pen. Martha and Thomas Wayne are brushed to life with oil paint.

Father adopts new wards, Damian adds more and more. He thinks he understands. Father chose them all, but Damian he did not. There are blood ties that flow in veins, and then there are waters that flow in trees. Water may come from rivers, seas, ponds, and rain. Blood, however, is always the same.

Damian looks at the family tree he made. Father's side is vast and flourshing with new fruit. Mother's side is small and old. It looks like it's not getting enough water. Damian resolves to change that. Al Ghuls live in harmony with creatures spanning the globe and time itself. Surely, surely, he can do the same with his father's family.

He loves again and again: when he cuts through the air beside Father; when Grayson is the first to understand Father, and Drake is their first responder; when Todd swaps his bullets for rubber and Father claps his shoulder; when Damian fights with the blunt edge of his katana, and Father observes the cuts in his victims a second longer.

"Not everything is a fight."

Love feels like a fight. He fights love and it fights back. He holds his tongue with barbed wire and shoulders past names like 'Demon child'. He marks down their birthdays on his calendar because they say it matters. Leaves his heirloom daggers in the back of his closet, feels stripped naked even fully clothed, and tells himself it doesn't matter. He loves, and he remembers those words—"you will meet him and know exactly how deep his love for you grows"—and he finds his mother's side of the family on a blacklist, and silent stares are trained on him whenever "Ra's" is uttered as a suspect.

"Did he kill again? Whose blood is that?"

He loves again and again. The inside of his heart is flayed and raw, red lines crisscrossing his love. He loves until it consumes his heart, and then he loves again. When Cain is Father's choice for a partner and Damian is an obligation. When Drake is entrusted with a business empire and Damian is watched out of the corner of their eyes when he holds a kitchen knife. When Grayson is away and Father calls him, Damian is always here and Father seldom speaks to him. When Father suggests books for Todd to read and frowns at the men lying dead in a desert in Damian's sketchbook.

"Don't draw these things, Damian. Violence is not to be glorified."

He loves. And he loves. He loves and stays awake nights wondering why his family's love is a forbidden fruit. He deeply yearns but he's not allowed it. He reaches towards it and it reaches opposite. He kills little parts of himself to have it and it can easily live without him.

"Who did he kill this time?"

There is a page in a sketchbook in Damian's closet. With people's illustrations and fraying edges. Lines connect their names and faces, forming branches sprouting apples. And down at the bottom, is Damian's name. On his mother's decaying branches. The poisoned apples.

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merwgue · 3 months ago

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ITS HERE, HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE MY WHOLE NEW ASS COURT AND YOULL READ THE FANFIC, THIS IS JUST A LITTLE HISTORY LESSON AB THEM🥹

The Zephyr Court: A Kingdom of Wind and Spirit

The Origins of the Zephyr Court

The Zephyr Court, known in their native tongue as Mahkamat al-Nasr (محكمة النصر), is one of the oldest and most mysterious courts. Nestled in the Nafas Desert (صحراء النفس), an expansive land where the sands stretch endlessly beneath a sky painted with perpetual twilight, the court was founded over ten millennia ago by the prophetess Al-Nasira. She is revered as both the creator of the court and the mother of its people. Legend has it that Al-Nasira, blessed with powers bestowed by the gods, harnessed the winds and shaped the first oases with her breath.

Under her guidance, the first inhabitants of the desert learned how to live in harmony with the harsh elements. They understood that while the wind could be their greatest adversary, it could also be their strongest ally. The desert gave them life, and in return, they devoted themselves to protecting it. Thus, the Zephyr Court was born—an empire forged from the sand, wind, and unwavering spirit.

The People and Culture of the Zephyr Court

The people of the Zephyr Court are deeply spiritual, bound by their belief in Nasreenism, the worship of Al-Nasira and the elemental forces that govern their world. Their society is built on principles of hospitality, generosity, and respect for nature, particularly the wind, which they view as a manifestation of Al-Nasira’s presence.

Despite living in the desert, they have developed intricate systems of water conservation, agriculture, and architecture that allow their cities to flourish within the arid landscape. Their sprawling capital city, Zahra al-Sahraa (زهرة الصحراء), or the Flower of the Desert, is a stunning marvel of stonework, with tall minarets, domed temples, and lush gardens that seem to defy the dry surroundings. Every street and building is intricately designed to catch the wind, allowing cool breezes to flow through the city. The air is always filled with the sound of the wind, which they believe carries the whispers of their ancestors.

Their culture is rich with music, art, and poetry. The people of the Zephyr Court believe that poetry is a divine language, and it is said that the winds themselves speak in verse. Their poetry often reflects their reverence for nature, love, and the ever-changing cycles of life.

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Powers of the Zephyr Court

As descendants of Al-Nasira, the people of the Zephyr Court have inherited the ability to commune with and manipulate the winds. However, only a select few possess the full extent of wind control and elemental magic, known as the Ruh al-Nasira (روح الناصرة), or the Spirit of Nasira.

Wind Manipulation: The most powerful members of the court, typically the ruling Sultans or Sultanas, can command the winds at will. They can summon gentle breezes or fierce sandstorms, shaping the desert and protecting their lands from invaders. This power also allows them to move with the wind, traveling swiftly across the sands.

Spirit of the Winds: Those gifted with the Spirit of Nasira can tap into the wisdom of their ancestors, using the wind to communicate with the spirits of the past. These individuals serve as spiritual leaders, often acting as Oracles of Nasira, offering guidance to the court through the voices carried on the wind. It is believed that only the most pure-hearted and devout can hear these whispers.

Stormcallers: While most wind manipulation is gentle, some have the ability to call upon the fiercest storms. These individuals, known as Stormcallers, are both feared and respected, for they hold the power of destruction in their hands. Their role is to protect the court during times of war or crisis.

Healing Winds: The Zephyr Court also has a long tradition of wind healers, who can use the breath of the wind to cure ailments and injuries. It’s said that these healers can channel the wind’s vitality into the bodies of the sick, restoring them to health. The Temple of Winds houses many of these healers, who are sought out from across the realm.

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Morality and Beliefs

The morality of the Zephyr Court is closely tied to their belief in the sacredness of the wind and their reverence for life. Their laws and ethics are built around these core principles:

1. Harmony with Nature: They believe that they are stewards of the land, meant to protect and honor it. Taking more than one needs, or destroying nature for personal gain, is considered a grievous offense. In the Zephyr Court, every drop of water is precious, and the balance of nature is always maintained.

2. Generosity and Hospitality: It is said that in the Zephyr Court, no door is ever closed to a stranger. Hospitality is considered one of the highest virtues, and refusing aid to someone in need is a serious breach of morality. Guests are treated with the utmost respect, and a shared meal is considered a sacred bond.

3. Strength through Unity: The court’s people believe that they are strongest when united, whether it is in battle, trade, or simply in their daily lives. Tribal divisions, while present, are rarely allowed to cause real strife, as they understand that survival in the harsh desert depends on their collective strength.

4. Warrior’s Honor: While the Zephyr Court is largely peaceful, they are no strangers to war. Their warriors, known as the Fursan al-Riyah (فرسان الرياح), or Knights of the Winds, are bound by a strict code of honor. They fight to defend, never to conquer, and take no joy in bloodshed. A true warrior is one who seeks peace.

5. Freedom of Spirit: The winds are free, and so too should the people be. The Zephyr Court believes strongly in personal freedom—freedom of speech, freedom to love, and freedom to follow one’s own path. Arranged marriages, for instance, are rare, as the court believes that love should flow naturally, like the wind.

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History of the Zephyr Court

The Zephyr Court has seen its share of glory and hardship. At its peak, it was a center of learning, culture, and trade, with caravans crossing the desert to bring goods from distant lands. Al-Nasira, after founding the court, ruled for 200 years before ascending to the heavens, leaving her descendants to carry on her legacy.

The Golden Era: During the Golden Era of the court, they established themselves as mediators and diplomats between other courts. Their ambassadors were known for their wisdom and patience, often helping to broker peace between warring factions. Their University of Winds became renowned as a center for philosophy, medicine, and the arts.

The Sorrowful Drought: However, their prosperity was not without its challenges. Over 500 years ago, the Zephyr Court experienced the Sorrowful Drought, a 20-year period where no rain fell, and the oases began to dry up. During this time, many of their neighboring courts turned to war and conquest, while the Zephyr Court struggled to survive. This era of hardship is remembered in their culture as a time when the court had to rely on their spiritual strength more than ever.

The War of the Sands: After the drought ended, the court was attacked by a coalition of rival courts, jealous of the Zephyr Court’s recovery and wealth. The War of the Sands was a brutal conflict, but the Zephyr Court ultimately emerged victorious due to their superior knowledge of the desert and the powers of their Stormcallers. This victory solidified their status as one of the most powerful courts in the realm, but the scars of the war still linger in their culture.

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Festivals and Celebrations

1. Rih al-Tahara (The Wind of Purity): As previously mentioned, this is the most sacred festival of the court. During this week-long event, citizens purify themselves spiritually and physically, offering poems and prayers to the wind. It's also a time for community, where families come together to renew bonds and offer forgiveness for past grievances.

2. Laylat al-Riyah (Night of the Winds): On the longest night of the year, the people gather under the stars to celebrate the Laylat al-Riyah. This is a night of storytelling, where elders share the ancient tales of the court’s founding and its heroes. The wind is believed to be especially active on this night, and many people claim to hear the whispers of long-lost ancestors.

3. Nasira’s Ascension: On this day, the court remembers the ascension of Al-Nasira to the heavens. It is a day of feasting, music, and wind dancing, where the people celebrate the life and legacy of their founder. The festival ends with a grand procession to the Temple of Winds, where offerings of incense and flowers are given to the goddess.

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bisnes-socks · 2 months ago

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The Big Finnish Music Project for International Kääryleet, part 3.

Go to part 1 for all the context. We pick up where part 2 left off, as the list is (more or less) in chronological order.

Turn of the century is upon us in Finnish music.

Nylon Beat

An iconic girl duo who were the it girls of the turn of the century. Two nasal glam girls, who annoyed the living shit out of most men, and empowered most girls. If you are old enough to remember the likes of Spice Girls or Britney, ou know how it was back then. Nylon Beat were our version of all that. This is their biggest hit, Viimeinen, from 1999. The video is hilarious btw.

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Tiktak

More girl power! And these were GIRLS, they are like 13-15 years old in the linked video. They were huuuuge especially with young girls. Songs about very relatable things like friendship, girlpower, all that. If i rember correctly, Jere has used Tiktak songs in his instagram stories before. This is their break through hit Lopeta from 1999.

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Bomfunk MC's

An iconic Finnish hiphop and breakbeat group. Referenced in Viulunkieli. Freestyler is a song that broke through and topped the charts in many European countries. It was released in Finland in 1999 and in Europe in 2000. An iconic video and a song that is basically every Finnish persons national duty to know.

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Darude

Sandstorm. You know Sandstorm. I know you know Sandstorm. From 2000. So here, watch Finnish people partying to Sandstorm on New Years Eve in 2016, as we were counting down the minutes to kick off the year 2017, which was the 100th year of Finnish independence. Sandstorm is the logical way to kick off a special new year.

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Fintelligens

You know Elastinen from Toiset samanlaiset. Elastinen and Iso H, aka Fintelligens, were like some of the OG's of Finnish hiphop. Their influence on pretty much all Finnish rappers is kinda undenible. I chose this song, because Jere also references this in his verse on Toiset samanlaiset: listen carefully at the beginning of this song, look out for televisiooo ja radiooo.

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HIM

One of the most successful Finnish bands of all time, HIM is just an icon in the world of rock. Their influence on European rock in particular is also undeniable. They used to play Tavastia every New Years eve, it was tradition. Their logo, the heartagram, is still fixed to the ceiling of Tavastia. The singer, Ville Valo, has a well regarded solo career now, also known as VV.

This is their hit Join Me in Death from 1999.

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Sidenote: back in the day there was a force in the Finnish music industry known as Dynasty. Dynasty was an association and a record label, and it was made up of the three bands next on this list: The Rasmus, Killer and Kwan. Their aim was to strenghten co-operation between bands within the industry. Dynasty is why you might come across Finnish people (like myself) to whom The Rasmus, Killer and Kwan are sort of a unit if you will.

The Rasmus

You've probably seen the photo of teen Jere with Lauri Ylönen from Rasmus? And you might have heard In the Shadows - probably have if you were alive in 2003. But I chose F-F-F-Falling, because this one was one of their biggest hits in Finland before breaking through internationally. Fun fact: the current guitarist of The Rasmus started her career in Tiktak.

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Killer

Sadly no longer active, Killer was a pop-rock group that had a very strong run for about 3 years and produced nothing but bops and bangers. Not the most influential groups, but here because the song is a bop and because they were a visible part of the early 2000's music scene. This is their biggest hit All I Want.

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Kwan

One of the most original groups in Finnish hiphop, Kwan were massively popular in the early 2000's. They were also critically acclaimed and well respected for their unique sound and style. They disbanded a long time ago but made a wee reunion tour last summer. This is their massive hit from their first album in 2001, Late.

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The Crash

If you've heard pop music in the last decade, you've probably heard something Teemu Brunila has written. You might have even heard his voice, as Cherry from Studio Killers, but i think we're still supposed to pretend it's a secret. It was never a secret to Finnish people though, because we'd recognise that voice anywhere. Because of The Crash. An iconic rock group at their height in the 2000's. Here's one of their biggest hits, Lauren Caught My Eye.

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End of part 3. The next part covers mostly metal but some other early 2000's mega hits as well.

#käärijä #the big finnish music project for international kääryleet #Youtube

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ozoraslegend · 12 days ago

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9Digi-Protagonists and their googles

There're always jokes about how googles make ones protagonists, and Masaru doesn't need googles because he is just cool, etc. So how this thing begin?

The goggles tradition originated with Yabuno Tenya, the illustrator of Digimon Adventure V-Tamer 01 (the first-release product which is not a game). When V-Tamer 01 entered production, Yabuno conceived of an aerial battle that would be a highlight of the story. This inspired the decision to have the V-Tamer 01 version of Yagami Taichi wear aviator goggles, which Yabuno regarded as critical equipment in aerial combat. Since he and Digimon Adventure character designer Nakatsuru Katsuyoshi had previously agreed that Yabuno's Taichi design would also be used for the Adventure anime out of respect for the fact that V-Tamer 01 would be the first of the two productions to release, the Adventure version of Taichi retained the goggles as well, although Agumon and his forms don't fly, and Taichi isn't flying with WarGreymon.

(Random thing: At least 17 Digimon/Appmon and their Evolutions have googles, too)

The in-verse story is told by Taichi (V-Tamer) to Piyomon during the fight with Raremon. Taichi's grandfather had a friend who was brave and loved his friends, and would often say "courage will give you wings upon to fly through the sky". The friend became a talented pilot but died of an illness. He then kept his goggles as a memorable reminder of the deceased pilot friend. After Taichi witnessed a friend being bullied and didn't know what to do, Taichi's grandfather gave him these goggles, which he called the Goggles of Courage and Friendship, as a gift. He told him about this symbol of the courage to act to protect one's friends, like their passed away original wielder used to do. Taichi then put on the goggles, promising to not forget his courage. I suppose that makes everyone wields googles become inheritors of Courage. Taichi periodically uses the goggles for eye protection while flying on Zeromaru.

Now, let's move to the most famous google boy, Taichi Adventure. Opposite to his original counterpart, ironically, Taichi was never seen using the goggles for any reason, nor explaining why he wears them. (Except THE movie, where little Taichi briefly uses them as a weapon by throwing them at Botamon while it is under the bed, to try to scare it out.)

Then, we move to 02, and our Dai-chan. Daisuke's original googles are shattered when he is thrown off a cliff by a Digimon. These are found lying around his home (coincidence, huh?), and he decide to wear them to imitate of Taichi, whom he idolizes and super-respect. When he first sees Daisuke, Takeru cannot help stare as he is strongly reminded of Taichi, and compliments him on his goggles. After the battle with the Monochromon where Daisuke saves Hikari, Taichi gives the goggles to Daisuke as a symbolic passing of the torch to the new protector of the Digital World (and also to replace his shattered ones). Hilariously, the Kaiser also has googles, when Ken doesn't. Daisuke was also seen using the goggles to shield his eyes when riding on a raft through piles of snow, during a brief sandstorm. ---I skipped Tri because it is out of character (not because I am lazy and don't like to talk about it)---

Now, in Kizuna, we all know about how Taichi "borrowed Koushiro's test ones" without permission, then wore his normal ones. I just note that Daisuke no longer wears any goggles, and instead wears a pair of sunglasses.

And at the epilogue of 02, the symbol were passed to Daisuke's son.

Takato first puts on goggles that he had stored in his room to declare he is a Tamer to Guilmon. He continues to wear them on a daily basis, except when in class at school. Later on in the series, he also uses them to shield his eyes when entering Digital Fields, or during the Digital World's dust storms. (Although I do remember there's a time he doesn't use his googles when needed...)

Takuya (who is usually mistakenly stated as Taichi's expy) wears goggles over his hat. At one point, he uses them while diving into a river to save his friends, and he later uses them again to shield his eyes during a sandstorm.

(I just like to think that Masaru has googles at home. Just a weird headcanon, but hey, why not?)

Taiki wears a pair of goggles. He has a habit of snapping his fingers on his goggles whenever he has an epiphany or an idea for a tactic in battle. That makes you wonder what kind of event create that kind of trigger... And of course the only time he uses the googles is when he needs to pull Shoutmon with this. Yes, the Digimon King is pulled by his general's googles.

At Hunter, we see that Taiki had changed his googles to a new pair. (Hunter, being a time filler produced in a short time, completely doesn't give reasons to this.) Tagiru wears another pair of goggles of his own in imitation of Taiki, claiming that he needs them if he is going to surpass Taiki and become a "superstar," although Yuu accuses him of not understanding what they symbolize. Tagiru and Taiki do use their googles while underwater to find the sunken ship. When Tagiru's goggles were destroyed, Taiki gives his own goggles to Tagiru when he asks him to wield the Brave Snatcher in his place. As he struggles to raise the Brave Snatcher again, others lecture him about what the goggles represent—bearing all of their power, and being one's own person rather than a mere substitute for Taiki—inspiring him to succeed at raising the Brave Snatcher in his own way. A month after Quartzmon's defeat, Tagiru continues to wear Taiki's goggles, while Taiki goes without goggles of his own.

(To be honest, I would be more contented if Hunter kept being a hilarious random show instead of trying to have an unnecessary plot, but I suppose the fanservice gathering of all googles-head at least need a plot, good or bad.)

Haru wears a pair of goggles as part of all of his regular outfits. (Toei completely doesn't care of origins, right.) Yuujin says Haru's goggles and red jersey make him look like a protagonist. On Halloween, when Cameramon tricks the city crowds into pursuing Haru in an attempt to force him to surrender his Appli Drive, he briefly wears them over his eyes while he attempts to blend in with the crowd. However, when a child catches him immediately, he realizes that this is entirely ineffective given that there are cameras everywhere, and takes them off his eyes. (Poor Haru, he claimed many times he is like a support character, and it is right, but there's a reason he is the protagonist~ He can't even disguise.)

Yabuno himself is responsible for Amanokawa Hiro becoming one of the few anime protagonists to not have goggles. Although some of Hiro's early design concepts still had goggles, Yabuno argued that since their inclusion in the two Taichis' designs was motivated by their practicality for aviation, including them purely for show on a character who has no practical use for them is unnecessary. (This is despite Hiro actually regularly engaging in the exact same practical use scenario—flying on the back of his digimon.—as the V-Tamer 01 Taichi.) But when he goes go-karting with Ruli and in the Digimon Race, Hiro wears a pair of racing goggles with a helmet.

I think that is enough for today~ Have a good day.

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kelasian · 4 months ago

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Yétefad qáh Bóreğfad qér Romróqufad Yíreğsikh réy

Nerevmáwfad Bakhevmáwfad Nóyumul ëzdá Nóyumul ëzdá

Këráner e mayárih Këráner e mayárih Këráner e mayárih Këráner e mayárih

Mountain Hymn - Rhiannon Giddens (from RDR2 soundtrack) but translated into Sorkish because it fits certain OCs of mine who speak Sorkish

IPA

[ˈjetɛɸæd ˈq͡χɑh ˈborɜʁæd ˈq͡χer rɞmˈrɒqʊɸæd ˈjirɜʁɪx ˈrej]

[nɛrɘβˈmɑɰβæd bæxɘβˈmɑɰβæd ˈnojʊmʊl əzˈdɑ]

[k͡xəˈrɑnɛr e mɐˈjɑrɪ̈h]

GLOSS

end-3S-IM.PAST day come-3S-IM.PAST sand INTS~fight-2S-IM.PAST win-3S-PASS war

wrong-ADV-do-2S-IM.PAST good-ADV-do-2S-IM.PAST lie-2S-NEC now

burn-3S in eye-PL-2S.POSS

Translation notes:

I went with singable lyrics so I had to cut some stuff. Directly translating "[I] see the fire in your eyes" either ended up too long or too short depending on if I included "I see", so I resorted to "it's burning in your eyes". I also wanted to use intensifier (INTS) in the second verse (nepnerevmáwfad // bapbakhevmáwfad) but alas it was one syllable too long.

I also used "lie" instead of "rest". I could've avoided this since I didn't have these two words prior to translating but the latter ended up having two syllables so I couldn't fit it into the lyrics, but who am I to change words I've personally made up.

And last but not least, I used "sand" instead of "tide" in the second line since I wanted it to fit the Sorkish life and culture. I initially wanted to use "sandstorm" but again, too long, and "sand" is just enough and also a bit more poetic.

Now I'm also thinking that I probably could've gone for distant past suffix in the second verse but honestly it works in the context I have in mind.

So the literal translation ended up looking like this:

[The] day has ended [The] sand has come You've fought hard [The] war is won

You have done badly You have done well Now you should lie Now you should lie

It's burning in your eyes It's burning in your eyes It's burning in your eyes It's burning in your eyes

congrats if you've read through my yapping!!!

#sorkish conlang #conlanging #conlangs #conlang #constructed language #constructed script #conscript #neography #worldbuilding #kélas #translation #linguistics #language construction #sorkish conscript

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henswilsons · 2 years ago

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lafd updates kissing booth scene 😙

hi hi hello !! i was fortunate enough to get featured on an episode of @dispatchpodcast with the simply wonderful @burnthatbridge and had a truly delightful time, cannot recommend enough. i mentioned i had a few deleted scenes from lafd updates 2 and said “hehe maybe i’ll upload them during christmas”, and then as soon as rachel and i hung up i immediately forgot i’d said that so did not in fact upload them on christmas. anyway so better late than never? hope u enjoy hehe

this is lafd updates 2.5: kissing booth. aka will mia ever stop milking this verse (probably not)

Eddie has served two terms in the army. He has fired guns; he has killed people. He left his wife and his newborn son to do a military tour in the Middle East; he has lost countless people on the job.

And yet, somehow, this is his lowest moment: standing behind a kissing booth, wearing an LAFD shirt two sizes too small and a $5 FOR A KISS! badge.

It makes sense, he thinks resignedly to himself as the next woman steps up the booth. This is probably just karmic retribution for all the terrible things he’s done in his life. He’d thought he’d paid it back, by moving himself and Christopher to a new state where they’ve both thrived, taking a job that focuses on saving people instead of milling them down, but apparently not. Just when he thinks the universe has finished taking its turn laughing at him, he falls through another new, impossibly worse trapdoor of shame.

He just didn’t realise this one would mean potentially contracting Covid or beard burn.

“Hello,” he says, anyway, because he’s nothing if not a diligent protector of state. Also Buck has promised him the mother of all blowjobs if he cracks eight hundred dollars. “What’s your name?”

The latest woman blinks at him, a little owlishly. “Um, Alice,” she says with a blush. “Hi, sorry, I just can’t believe it’s really you. You’re so handsome in person.”

“Ha, really,” Eddie says, as though ninety percent of the tax-paying public willing to spend their daily latte budget on a smooch haven’t said the exact same thing to him. He’s honestly starting to get a little offended on behalf of his station portrait; he didn’t think it was that bad. At least not the point where people are insultingly surprised by his apparent good looks. Maybe it’s the hair? “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Alice. I’m Eddie.”

“I know,” she says. “I’m a big fan.”

Eddie reiterates: he posted about traffic and sandstorms. “Well, let’s give you your money’s worth.”

Behind manning a kissing booth, probably one of the more mortifying experiences of Eddie’s life had been discussing the parameters of what constituted a five-dollar kiss with his coworkers and captain. It’s good to know that at least two of his top five most humiliating moments have been solidified within a day; economical, probably, even if it means he needs to go into hiding for at least a week. Chimney had begun the team brief with, “Okay, but do you use tongue?” which was how Eddie knew he was in for a long afternoon. Or, the big banner outside the station with MR LAFD UPDATES MAN KISSING BOOTH INSIDE!! had been an inkling, but he’d been mostly optimistic.

“Like French kissing?” Bobby said.

“No one calls it French kissing anymore, old man,” Buck said. “It’s making out.”

“I,” Eddie said, “am not making out with people. I’m going to get the kissing equivalent of rug burn.”

Chimney had looked concerned. “A peck isn’t worth five dollars.”

“I didn’t tell you to charge five dollars per kiss.”

“Uh, if we want to beat out Station 19 for biggest donation, we’re gonna have to pull out the big guns.” Chimney then gestured at him, as though Eddie was in danger of forgetting that the culmination of the rivalry between the 118 and their biggest rivals rested on his shoulders. And tongue, apparently. He’d been having stress dreams for weeks.

“Yeah, you’re probably gonna have to use tongue,” Ravi said, not sounding apologetic at all. “Everyone in my mentions is talking about it.”

Maybe today would also encapsulate the third worst moment of Eddie’s life. If he played his cards right he might be able to hit all five. “About my tongue?” he said, tiredly. Three months ago, he would have been dismayed. He’s older and wiser to the whims of Twitter now; he’s resigned to his fate.

“#LAFDKissingBooth is trending,” Ravi said. “You better mint up.”

Eddie sighed anyway. “I liked it better when you were riding the coattails of my fame.”

“Oh, I still am,” Ravi said, and flashed his phone screen. “I run an LAFD Updates Man Updates account where I mostly just report on everything you’re doing.”

Hen was pretending not to find this deeply hilarious. It was fine; Eddie was used to being betrayed at this point. “Why?”

“Because I’m at, like, sixty thousand followers,” Ravi said. “By the way, everyone sends their best wishes about your defeat in Mario Kart yesterday.”

Buck said, “Ha!” like this was tremendously funny. “Update-caption.”

“Don’t you have anything to say about this?” Eddie said. “We’re dating.”

“And you’re about to make us hundreds of dollars,” Buck said kindly. “If you kiss them the way you kiss me we could probably charge eight or nine dollars for a kiss.”

“Oh, gag,” said Hen, at the same time as Chimney perked a finger up and broached, “Now, that’s not a bad idea.” There had also been a talk about Covid protocols and the implications of a kissing booth in the metropolis of California, as well as an agreed-upon number of seconds a kiss should last (six seconds, which Eddie had fought tooth and nail down from fifteen, what the fuck, Chim) and a loose script Eddie would follow, because apparently money in a box and then a smooch was “unromantic”, or whatever. “It’s the Mr LAFD Updates Experience,” Chimney said, emphasising the words in a way that they probably all started with capital letters, like a board game or bad dating simulator. God, it’s only a matter of time. “We need to generate good press for our charity auction in Christmas so hopefully we can sell off a date with you for over a grand.”

“We could start a farm in the mountains,” Eddie said to Buck. “Raise goats.”

Buck, who was an asshole for still sniggering at him, but also the love of Eddie’s life, said indulgently, “Goats are cool. Do you think we could make our own cheese?”

Their hideaway in the mountains where Eddie does nothing but spend time with his son and boyfriend making cheese and babying goats has kind of been the thing keeping him going through the afternoon. Even now as he leans in to kiss Alice, counting to six in his head (and keeping his tongue in his mouth, thank you), he lets his mind wander a little: pictures Buck in overalls and nothing else, milking cows and chewing on wheat. Mm.

It's not until she pulls away that he realises to his mortification he’s sprung to half-chub. Quickly he quickly slides the donations box in front of him.

Alice wipes her mouth on the back of her hand, looking a little dazed. “Damn,” she says. “If I pay another twenty what will that get me?”

Eddie tries for a smile. “Probably several rounds at Whack-A-Mole and maybe one of my captain’s smash burgers.”

Alice leans forward across the booth. “Just a smash burger?”

Eddie coughs. “Um, well. And Whack-A-Mole.”

“Lady,” someone loudly says in the queue behind her. “You got your turn. Stop holding up the line.”

Alice scowls, but drops twenty dollars in the donations box anyway before disdainfully swanning away. Eddie is sort of pleasantly surprised by this; he busies himself smoothing the bill down, does a rough estimate in his head with the amount of people he’s kissed across the afternoon and reckons he’s probably very near his eight hundred dollar goal, then looks up for his next customer.

And smiles.

“Well, hey there, cowboy,” Buck says, which is a poorly timed choice of words considering the trestle table they’ve got set up is only just covering Eddie’s boner at the thought of Buck murmuring yeehaw into his ear as they slow-fuck against a haybale. “I heard you’re giving out kisses?”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. Goat-rearing fantasies aside, he hasn’t forgotten it was Buck’s big mouth that landed him here. “It’s gonna cost you, you know. Five dollars.”

Buck pouts. “I don’t get a boyfriend deal?”

“You’re right. Ten dollars.”

Buck barks out a laugh, but pulls out a ten-dollar bill anyway. “Deal,” he says, tucks it into the box that only yesterday he and Christopher had spent an hour decorating at the kitchen table as Eddie fried gorditas at the stove. He leans forward, bracing his weight on the table with both hands. “So?”

“Well, let me give you your money’s worth,” Eddie recites dutifully, and it’s worth it for the way Buck laughs when he closes the distance, tasting his smile. Kissing Buck is familiar; grounding in a way, amidst the probably hundreds of strangers he’s kissed today. Buck tastes of the candy corn he’s definitely been sneaking behind Hen’s back, of the protein shake he and Eddie had shared on the car ride in; Eddie counts six seconds, but keeps a hand around the lovely curve of Buck’s face, where he can fit his thumb against the pulse in his neck. Buck bites a little at his lower lip; Eddie is on second twelve of fuck it and opens his mouth enough that he can lick his way in, chase out the bubbling laughter.

Behind them, someone wolf whistles.

Abruptly, he pulls away. Buck is still leaning forward, looking kinda dopey, mouth curved in that indulgent little smile of his whenever Eddie fucks up flipping pancakes or holds his hand in public. “Wow,” he says.

Eddie wipes his mouth. “Come again.”

“Oh, I will,” Buck says, who is predictable as the day is long. “Best ten dollars I’ve ever spent.”

He’s such a piece of shit. There’s no one Eddie wants to escape to the mountains to more. “Go help Bobby with his burgers, slacker.”

“And after I’ve made such a generous donation.” Buck leans away, and Eddie catches a glimpse of the people in line behind him, all gaping. Half of them have their phones out. Eddie altruistically lets this be tomorrow-Eddie’s problem. “How much have you raised?”

“With this?” Eddie flaps the latest ten-dollar addition. “I think this makes it eight hundred dollars.”

Buck grins. “Well, how about that, hey.”

“How about that.” Buck still doesn’t move away. Eddie sighs, but it’s mostly (read: all) for show. “What, Buck?”

Quick as whip, before Eddie can blink, Buck leans back in again over the table and pecks him, soft and slow. “Love you,” he says, and then darts off, leaving Eddie blinking after him.

The next person in line looks impressed. “Damn,” they say. “If I pay you ten dollars will you kiss me like that?”

“Sorry, boyfriend toll,” he says, and they good-naturedly snap their fingers. “But hey, nice to meet you. What’s your name?”

#my fic #mr lafd updates man #im. so sorry LMAO

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phoenixyfriend · 2 years ago

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Star Wars AU Masterlist: Time-Travel

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Fun fact, tumblr allows 250 links on the old editor and 100 in the new. So. Network of masterlists.

Currently this list is separated into:

Time Travel AUs in the Wider AUs masterlist

Jangosoka

Ahsoka-focused

Disaster Trio (one or more, excluding Ahsoka solos or Vader solos)

Original Trilogy cast

Other

Time Travel AUs in the Wider AUs or Big League posts:

* Fake Spontaneous Training Bond

Uncle Ben and Little Luke

* Sandstorm Verse

* Obi-Wan Declares Himself Dad-Shaped

* Anakin and the Jedi Babies

* Rex and Anakin Raise a Family

Commander Buir: an excuse to let Cody be dad-shaped

* Dimension Hopping to an Omegaverse

Fake Sith TCW Trio (7.5k words)

Ghost Vader Shows Up To Help

Time-Travel Bosoka AU

The King the Soldier and the Spy

Parole Officer Fulcrum Steals Three Million Babies

Jangosoka

Fett and Fulcrum

Crack Ship Ahoy: Jango/Ahsoka

* Sugar, Spice, and a Heart to Entice (4.7k words)

Rex Cockblocks Jangosoka (it’s more depressing than it sounds)

Accidental Mand’alor Ahsoka

Jangosoka scarring Obi-Wan for life

Go away, Skyguy!

Something that’s... approaching analysis

The nature of time-travelers and Jango

Jango gets catapulted to “The Book of Boba Fett” and refuses to believe that Boba is Boba, so Ahsoka gets involved

Ahsoka

Ezra and Fulcrum’s Wacky Adventure

Rex and Ahsoka are two halves of the same idiot black ops specialist

Breaking into Kamino

The Girl Who Died at Mortis

Ahsoka/Depa ft. jealous Bo-Katan and jealous Jango

Naming Conventions for time-traveler Ahsoka

Ahsoka’s Terracotta Army, which is honestly mostly @epicmusic42 and @graylinesspam

- A wee addendum

- New Mando Archaeologist

“On her way to fuck your dad” Ahsoka/Jaster, Jango staring in horror from the background

Ahsoka claims her mom is Daughter from Mortis

Disaster Trio (non Ahsoka-solos)

A Knight, a Padawan, a Captain... and Boba, tagged as “Boba and the Torrents”

Obi-Wan adopts Jango by accident

- Obi-Wan even lectures Jaster

The Future Assistant Dooku Didn’t Ask For

Are you done talking yet? (now with ficlet by @nevertheless-moving)

Obi-Wan and Anakin as twins

The Nature of Time-Travel Romance (absolutely sucks for you)

My Obi! AU

- Addendum

Obitine + Baby Anakin

Inconvenient Crushes

- Arguments with Adult Obi

Jaster/Obi

Faustian AU: Anakin and Ahsoka go from TCW Mortis Ep. to TPM-era Kamino, and somehow become the AI that controls Tipoca city

Fulcrum and Old Ben

TCW Anakin ends up Dooku’s care between Qui-Gon and Komari since the Council can’t just give him Knighthood when there’s not a war

Physically time-traveled Anakin ‘kidnaps’ mentally time-traveled toddler Obi-Wan

Other Prequels/TCW Travelers

Time-Traveled Clones Give Anakin a Mental Breakdown

Time Travel to Release the Zillo Beast

Bo-Katan is here to ruin fix change everything

Conservation of souls retroactive clone eggs, Thumbelina/Momotaro/Kaguya style

Padme dies and wakes up fourteen again, goes for Sidious’s throat

12yo Shmi Skywalker, with memories of the next 35 years, hijacks a ship and finds Obi-Wan’s parents (one of whom is pregnant)

Cryo Kix wakes up, spends two weeks in the ST, and then falls backwards into TCW

Time-traveler Dooku (trying not to be evil, this time), mostly by @epicmusic42)

Dooku, who is older than Palpatine, travels back far enough that he can grab Young Palpatine for the Temple before Plagueis gets him

Dooku gets punted back to Galidraan. So does Jango.

Totally the Real Jango: some clones lie to bb!Jango’s face and claim to be him, from the future

Vader

Fox and Vader’s Excellent Incredibly Stupid and Homicidal Adventure

Future Emotions AU

Anon suggests Vader shows up in that short period between Amidala’s election as Queen and Palpatine’s election as Chancellor

Why we love Vader time travel fics

Vader and baby Anakin body swap through time

Vader time travels to be baby Anakin again, goes full vegetarian

Another Vader time travel (along with links to a misskirby au that is no longer available on her now-defunct blog)

DarthFett, possibly body swap

The one where Darth Vader travels back in time as a Kitten

Vader Swears Loyalty to a Clone Toddler

- With fic on AO3 written by @delightedlymisinformed

Vader lands on Rattatak

Baby Vader (Raised a Sith, mental time-travel) finds padawan Obi-Wan for Help (also Maul is there)

- Maul is also an uncle for the Twins

Original Trilogy Cast

Time Travel ft. Leia and Vader

Han & Boba bumped to pre-TCW

- Addendum

- There’s more now

- A bunch by @uh-oh-its-bird

Luke Collects Last Names

Luke brings a porg

Ghost Aunt Leia

Leia Antilles, Senator of Serenno

- Addendum

Leia/Jango (Concord Dawn & Alderaan destruction comparison)

Time-traveled Boba, also this

Han shows up in pre-TPM, accidentally starts Being Dad at his pint-sized father-in-law

Fulcrum is how the twins know their pragmatism was justified even by pre-war standards

Somewhat Estranged ST-era HanLeia and pre-AotC Padme end up on Melida/Daan

De-aged Mandalorian cast (Din, Boba, Fennec, Luke) tossed into the months leading up to AotC

Leia when meeting AotC Anakin

Other

Rey Gives No F*cks About the Grandfather Paradox

- Palpatine Tries to Arrange a Marriage

- Addendum

Maul: Motherfucker Unlimited

Artoo and Threepio cause problems

Rey ends up in the PT, then Qui-Gon’s new apprentice

Baze/Chirrut messing around with Jinn&Kenobi

Tarre Viszla is reincarnated as Bo-Katan's baby

Cal Kestis drops back to TCW, accidentally derails things because he didn’t know he was Obi-Wan’s bio kid

An ask I got about Obisoka and Anisoka

#star wars #time travel #phoenix posts #masterposts

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austerlitzborodinoleipzig · 6 months ago

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Tiny bit ashamed at how much that opening ceremony felt like it was designed for me.

The drag queens, especially the cast from Drag Race France

Aya fucking Nakamura

The olympic flame is a hot air balloon

Ravel

They played Géneration Désenchantée like they do at every gay event

They took all the touristic boats and lame restaurant ships to transport the athletes and it was glorious

The Zizi Jeanmaire hommage

The fucking Eurobeat medley with the Final Countdown and Darude Sandstorm.

Saint-Saëns' Danse Macabre

Guillaume Diop, POB's principal being the star he is and being featured.

We got the fourth verse of the Marseillaise

And the French version of Do You Hear The People Song which is far far superior

Macron getting booed and generally looking like he had the worst time.

The ode to queer love that was so Gen Z

The segment dedicated to the European Union ? One of the main performers was bearded Rroma drag queen and if it's not a symbol I don't know what is.

Zinedine Zidane carrying the torch. Teddy Riner lightning it.

The whole Sororité fragment.

And Hymne à l'Amour.

#jeux olympiques

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val-victory · 1 year ago

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Meet the Trainer

You can call me Val, i am an Ace Trainer from Unova on my way to become Champ. i can beat some of the Elite-4 but i lack the consistency to beat all of them. (and i am scared of the Champ).

Btw my Partner is Piper @/justyouraveragepoketherapist they are the loveliest Person i know.

Here are my two Teams, featuring the cutest and friendliest little Mons you could possibly meet.

6v6 Team: Glassstorm

Every single Member is immune to Sandstorm which is my Main Strategy with them (bring your Goggles if you wanna fight)

Scizor - "Sense"

My beloved. Even though he lost a Part of his Pincer, he still packs a Bullet Punch. He is emotionally dependent on me and follows me everywhere.

"Torterra - "Cheli"

he is just a sweet little Boy who often forgets that he is no longer a small Turtwig. a real gentle Giant, unless he wants to play.

Magcargo - "Kratik"

She is slow, but she warms my Heart and my Home. Literally, she lives inside of my Cellar and gives off enough Excess Heat to keep my Home at a warm 20 degrees even in the Winter.

Tyranitar - "Dess"

The bringer of the Sandstorm. Do not get on her bad Side, otherwise you will have to sweep the Floor(from all the Sand).

Mawile - "Schkrinkel"

He is cute and knows it, he constantly demands to be pet otherwise he will nibble on you with his small Mouth. But don't worry he might bite you with his Big Maw too.(positive)

Gliscor - "Fledex"

Tried to teach him Flight. didn't work. He's well versed in Literature and Art but because he can't talk he just hangs upside down on the Ceiling. i like his Pincers :3

3v3 Team: "Lightning Polygon Team Star"

Porygon2 - "Bit"

It likes to digitize itself and lives in my Computer, i don't mind since it never corrupts anything. Also i won't evolve it, i am not giving a sweet little thing weird Data from another Dimension.

Vikavolt - "Don"

i honestly think that she is evil. But since she listens to my Commands i don't have to fear for my Life, but sometimes when i hear her flying around... those Wings are the sound of Death. She is larger than a typical Specimen of her Species, the Alolans called her a Totem.

Toxapex - "Quäli"

He is so sweet, i like him a lot and even though his poisonous Stings hurt a lot and for a long Time, i can't be mad at him, he is just trying to hug me. i think it's mostly on me when he attacks me, since i disturbed him in his Aquarium.

//HUGE BITCH ALERT. do not attempt Contact unless comfortable with being Called a Shithead.

mild rules.

if you don't want to be yelled at you have to write in an overly friendly tone, hype up Val's achievements or write something like "genuinely curious". Expect a rude answer otherwise.

Val is not an evil Villain, don't treat her like one. treat Val like a rude Person who just took your Bus Seat.

Pelipper Mail:open

Magic Anons: off(unless you think that your idea is like really good but i will probably delete anyway)

Musharna Mail: open

#rotumblr #first post #rotomblr #pokeblogging #pinned #pinned post

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warehouseradio · 17 days ago

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Warehouse Radio Episode 67 Guest Mix: Nthercyte

LINKS: linktr.ee/nthercyte

TRACKLIST:

Nthercyte – Delusional Impact Lunar Amethyst – system//type: UTOPIA Nthercyte – Ascension Anna & Kittin – Forever Ravers (Nthercyte Edit) Darude – Sandstorm Lunar Amethyst – STELLA299X KVLR – You Are The 1 For Me Kaskade & deadmau5 – Move For Me (Acreage Remix) Nthercyte – Neurotic Enlargement CYNTHESZR – Metztli Lumiance – Scape pt. 1 k?d – Destroy the Universe maxx – anomaly System ST91 – Frutiger Aeropolis – Music Theme Dieselboy & Kaos – Nitro Synthetic A.I – Eternal proloxx – windows breakcore Double 99 – Ripgroove (Fixate Refix) Noisia & Mayhem ft. MC Verse – Choke Gasker – AcidAcid Nthercyte – Ramiel's Revenge Dive to the Heart - ∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴ Betwixt & Between – 12 Little Fragments of Silence Sorcerer – Winter (Nthercyte Edit) Nthercyte – 300 Stories of Mysery Darkinox – Discordant

#warehouse radio #dj mix #electronic music #y2k #rave #dj #techno #nthercyte #acid #hardcore techno #neurofunk #groove techno #trance #neotrance #hypertrance #drum and bass #SoundCloud

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sleetsong · 5 months ago

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This turned into a headcanon and now I must have a verse for this. Below is a detailed breakdown of the team, their move set and how they benefit eachother on the team.

It is not surprising that Ami is mostly a water trainer. However, her team is not just not for water & ice abilities but also for their ability to stall the enemy. A team built around set up and inflicting status on the other team.

#131 Lapras - Item: Damp rock (increases duration of rain). Ability: Hydration (heals any status in rain every turn rain is active) Nature: Calm (+ sp def , - atk) Life Dew - heal self and allies Snowscape - set up snowstorm (increase ice type defense by 50%, reduces solarbeam/solar blade power) Rain Dance - set up rain (lower fire type damage by 50%, increase water damage by 50%) Weather Ball - flexible depending on weather (rain = water, snow = ice, sun = fire, sandstorm = rock, no weather = normal)

#134 Vaporeon - Ability: Hydration (heals any status in rain every turn rain is active) Item: Leftovers (heals 1/16th HP per turn) Nature: Bold (+Def, -Atk) EV: 252 HP, 180 Def, 78 Sp Def Scald - burn/s.t.a.b. (same type attack bonus) Toxic (poison damage per turn, gets worse every turn) Ice Beam Rain Dance

#121 Starmie - Item: choice specs (+special attack, can only use 1 move until switch) / Choice scarf (+speed, can only use 1 move until switch) items are team dependent. Ability: Natural cure for status heal on switch Timid (+Speed, -Atk) EV: 252 Sp Atk, 252 Speed, 6 HP Surf Psychic Thunderbolt Ice beam

#478 Froslass - Item: Focus sash (able to survive a knock out when at full health) Ability: Snow cloak, boost evasions in snowstorm. Nature: Hasty (+Speed, -Def) EV: 128 HP, 130 Sp Atk, 252 Speed Will-o-wisp (inflicts burn / lowers attack of opponent) Hex (more powerful when opponent has status like burn/poison/paralysis) Blizzard (doesn't miss in snowstorm, 70% accuracy otherwise, most powerful ice attack) Snowscape - snow weather set up - ice types get 50% def (no damage to non-ice types), blizzard doesn't miss

#873 Frosmoth- Item: Sitrus berry (restores 25% health when health goes below 50%) Ability: Ice scales. Halves dmg from sp atk. Nature: Modest (+Sp Atk, -Atk) EV: 252 Sp Atk, 252 Speed, 6 HP Quiver dance (increase speed/special defense/special attack) Blizzard (doesn't miss in snowstorm, 70% accuracy otherwise, most powerful ice attack) Tailwind (increases team speed for set duration) Bug Buzz (powerful/accurage bug stab)

#914 Quaquaval - Item: Lum berry (heals any status, 1 time use) Ability: Moxie (increase attack every time it knocks out opponent) Nature: Adamant (+Atk, - Sp Atk) EV: 252 Atk, 252 Speed, 6 HP Aqua step (speed boost/water stab) Close Combat (most powerful move/fighting stab, lowers defenses) Ice spinner (removes environmental hazards from the field, very important against stealth rocks, which would do 25% total health damage against Froslass/Lapras, and 50% against Frosmoth) U-Turn (chip damage / strategic retreat / bug type coverage)

Vaporeon will be the main staller and weather setup. With a bold nature, and specialized training to bolster its health and defense, it relies on setting up Rain Dance. With it's Hydration ability, any status inflicted on it (burn/paralysis/sleep/poison) will be healed in the rain. Holding leftovers will be the only real recovery for it. Due to the 50% boost from Rain Dance, Vaporeon really doesn't need any investment in special attack for Scald to hit hard. From there, Scald and Toxic will be the primary threats from Vaporeon. 30% burn chance from Scald can shut down a physically offensive threat and inflict a status on anything immune to poisoning (poison/steel). Toxic will put a ticking clock on any pokemon that it hits, and is devastating for any defensive stalls. Ice Beam is a solid option for coverage, and the rare freeze/frostbite (depending on gen 8 / gen 9 mechanics) can occasionally turn the tide of battle, whether by incapacitating a threat, or shutting down a special attacker. It is meant to tank and 1v1 most threats that cannot hit it super effectively.

Starmie is the hyper offensive sweeper. Timid in nature, it has been trained for speed and offensive power. Depending on the team that they are up against (if trainer knows the opposition ahead of time), they will either use choice specs for improved power, or a choice scarf to outrun any faster threats (especially in the gen 9 speed power creep meta). Surf / Psychic are the primary moves to use for the same type attack bonus against neutral threats, and Thunderbolt and Ice Beam give Starmie near perfect super effective coverage in combination with the other moves (Bug, Steel, Fairy, Normal, Dark, and Ghost are the only types that are NOT hit super effectively by Starmie on its own). Really simple: just switch in, use the most effective move (that it is now locked into), and switch out when needed. Its Natural Cure ability will heal any status effects that may have affected it whenever it switches out.

Lapras is another pokemon filling a similar role to vaporeon, only it's more tailored for double battles and team support. It will know both Rain Dance and Snowscape to set up weather to support the team. The rain will be most beneficial for vaporeon in case it cannot set up due to a lack of safe switch in / in a double battle where it would be better for it to use a move, but will boost all water moves on the field. Snowscape is more beneficial for Lapras itself, giving it a much needed 50% defense boost to act as a real tank, and will benefit any ice types switching in. Due to the double weather coverage, its only offensive move will be weather ball, which is double power and changes typing when the user is under a weather condition (rain = water, snow = ice, sun = fire, sandstorm = rock, no weather = normal). Its final move is Life Dew, where it can heal itself and its ally in battle (ally needs to be on the field and participating in fight). Lapras has a calm nature, making it good in a crisis to care for its allies both in and out of battle.

Froslass is a debilitator in build. While fast like Starmie, it lacks the same power. Frosslass has a hasty nature that has been tempered somewhat on its training to increase its speed to avoid attacks and some physical conidtioning to be able to stay in the fight just a little longer. It makes up for this with situationally more powerful moves. This pokemon will most often be switched in after Lapras sets up snow to ensure that its powerful blizzard cannot ever miss, and to benefit from snow's defense boost to other ice types. Other than that, it relies on Will-o-Wisp to debilitate physical threats with burns, and boost the power of its own Hex move. If it ever encounters a threat that it cannot win against, it will use Destiny Bond to take down the enemy with it. In desperate battles, sometimes Frosslass will be sent in solely for its fast Destiny Bond to neutralize a team-ending threat.

Frosmoth, the most elegant pokemon and specially powerful on the team, also happens to be the most modest. Despite its modesty, and what the pokedex may say about its abilities, Frosmoth can and will sweep entire teams if not dealt with quickly. Its ice scales ability makes it surprisingly resistant to special attacks, and when combined with Lapras' Snowscape for its defense boost, this moth is suprisingly durable. Its first move in most situations is using Quiver Dance, where its special attack, special defense, and speed are boosted. This makes its Blizzard devastatingly powerful, especially when combined with the snowstorm weather effect, where it bypasses all accuracy checks. Outside of that weather, its 70% accuracy makes it a high risk/high reward move. For reliable damage, Bug Buzz will be Frosmoth's primary move outside of weather, or against grass/psychic/dark types. While another offensive move may be a more typical choice, Frosmoth can support the rest of the team with Tailwind: giving the whole team a temporary speed boost. This is very useful in doubles or right before a switch/imminent defeat.

Quaquaval is the ace up Ami's sleeve. The sole physical attacker, this pokemon can truly stand alone against most threat. It has an adamant nature, it is nearly impossible to get this pokemon to back down, whether its through its dance performances, or in battling. Its training focused on speed and power, which also benefits its dancing outside of combat. Its Moxie ability makes it more powerful every time it knocks out an opponent, and Aqua Step makes it faster every time the move is used. As such, if used as a revenge killer or to finish off an oponent near the start of the battle, Quaquaval will snowball HARD. It also knows Close Combat, its most powerful move but also lowers its defenses, but that is usually not a concern when its offense and speed are being boosted almost every turn. Ice Spinner is a powerful physical ice type move that can also clear hazards like Spikes or Steath Rocks from the field, the later of which is devastating for each ice type on the team (especially Frosmoth). Its final move, U-Turn, allows it to do damage before switching out for another pokemon, ensuring it will get decent damage before strategically retreating.

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#✩｡:*•.» ☿ A game? Isn't chess a GAME? ( DASH GAMES )#✩｡:*•.» ☿ History doesn't repeat itself but it RHYMES ( HEADCANON )#something simple became something intense #this is all centered around the fact that ami is the team's tactician #I give all the credit to my bf since he plays competitive and this is his setup #he left elden ring to write this up--I expected a paragraphs and a half not a fucking thesis #but I appreciate it and ruined the game LOL

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scarredsands · 6 months ago

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Saya's survival skills in the desert are second to none. Even if she barred all of the prep she did for her multi-month long excursions, she still would be able to survive off the land and has many techniques under her belt that have saved her in a pinch.

Normally, she prepares her bike aptly before going out, ensuring every mechanism works properly. Parts that appear to be dodgy or worn are replaced, and she'll bring a small set of tools with her just in case she needs to make an emergency repair.

The bike itself is loaded with extra canisters of gasoline, a few emergency food rations, and tons of water. Her bike can fit a rather hefty load, and she will load it up to its absolute limits. Better safe than sorry!

The clothes she brings along are all light colors, and are loose fitting to ensure proper airflow and cooling. They are also moisture wicking, which only bolsters the cooling effect of these items. Goggles are a must, along with something she can wear over her mouth and nose. Both of these items prevent her from getting sand particles in her mouth and eyes, as valley fever is the last thing she wants to come down with in the middle of the wilderness.

For food, she relies on her emergency rations only in a pinch. Most of the time, she will hunt for food with her team. They all share their keep with one another, though Saya has to cook hers over a fire before she can safely eat. She also relies on desert fruits, like various non-toxic cacti fruits along with whatever else she can find.

Saya knows the ins and outs of desert plants, as taking care of plants (judging by her large collection of desert flora in her personal chambers), is a hobby of hers. She works with toxins found in some of these plants, such as the desert rose, and knows which flora are poisonous and lethal, and which are safe.

This knowledge is used to acquire water. Most species of cacti are very toxic as far as the water they store goes. The water of some cacti are heavy in acids and alkaloids, preventing thirsty wild pokemon and humans from taking advantage of it. However, there are a couple of cacti species that are safe as far as water consumption goes in a pinch. Saya knows these to be the prickly pear, and fishhook barrel cactus.

Though she is well-versed on the desert plantlife and knows where she can get sources of water from safely through these plants, she tends to only utilize that method in a dire pinch. Should she run out of the many gallons of water she brings, she follows the footprints of wild pokemon to fresh (and exceedingly rare) water sources found naturally in some parts of the desert. Other times, when that isn't an option, she will make a solar still or find sources of water via digging in areas with lush vegetation, or by digging in outside bends of dry creek beds.

Most of the time, she will do her traveling at night when its cooler. In the day, she will relax and stick to any sources of shade she can find. Sometimes it isn't an option and she will need to travel in the daytime hours, though she tends to mitigate it when she can by moving in the earliest hours of the morning, or at sunset. Her sense of direction is incredibly strong, able to pinpoint where she is and where she's going simply by looking at how the stars/moon move during the night, and by how the sun moves/is positioned in the day. Even in sandstorms, her sense of direction is impeccable, and where many people would find themselves getting lost or turned around, Saya can always find her way out.

#🌵 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊��𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅 / headcanon.#saya gaining an invincibility stat whenever she's out in the sands. she is a monster out there and can make it in the desert even in summer #saya is THE PERSON you'd want to be stranded in the desert with bc you will live. if she's feeling nice at least. maybe.

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