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✖️ BLACK BEARD FIRE PLUGS REVIEW - WILL IT BE WORTH IT IN 2024?

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More on pre-electricity lighting.

Interesting to see this one pop up again after nearly two years - courtesy of @dduane, too! :->

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After experiencing a couple more storm-related power cuts since my original post, as well as a couple of after-dark garden BBQs, I've come to the conclusion that C.J. Cherryh puts far too much emphasis on "how dark things were pre-electric light".

For one thing eyes adjust, dilating in dim light to gather whatever illumination is available. Okay, if there's none, there's none - but if there's some, human eyes can make use of it, some better or just faster than others. They're the ones with "good night vision".

Think, for instance, of how little you can see of your unlit bedroom just after you've turned off the lights, and how much more of it you can see if you wake up a couple of hours later.

There's also that business of feeling your way around, risking breaking your neck etc. People get used to their surroundings and, after a while, can feel their way around a familiar location even in total darkness with a fair amount of confidence.

Problems arise when Things Aren't Where They Should Be (or when New Things Arrive) and is when most trips, stumbles, hacked shins and stubbed toes happen, but usually - Lego bricks and upturned UK plugs aside - non-light domestic navigation is incident-free.

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Here are a couple of pics from one of those BBQs: one candle and a firepit early on, then the candle, firepit and an oil lamp much later, all much more obvious than DD's iPad screen.

Though I remain surprised at how well my phonecam was handling this low light, my own unassisted eyes were doing far better. For instance, that area between the table and the firepit wasn't such an impenetrable pool of darkness as it appears in the photo.

I see (hah!) no reason why those same Accustomed Eyes would have any more difficulty with candles or oil lamps as interior lighting, even without the mirrors or reflectors in my previous post.

With those, and with white interior walls, things would be even brighter. There's a reason why so many reconstructed period buildings in Folk Museums etc. are (authentically) whitewashed not just outside but inside as well. It was cheap, had disinfectant qualities, and was a reflective surface. Win, win and win.

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All right, there were no switches to turn on a light. But there was no need for what C.J. describes as stumbling about to reach the fire, because there were tinderboxes and, for many centuries before them, flint and steel. Since "firesteels" have been heraldic charges since the 1100s, the actual tool must have been in use for even longer.

Tinderboxes were fire-starter sets with flint, steel and "tinder" all packed into (surprise!) a box. The tinder was easily lit ignition material, often "charcloth", fabric baked in an airtight jar or tin which would now start to glow just from a spark.

They're mentioned in both "The Hobbit" and "The Lord of the Rings". Oddly enough, "Hobbit" mentions matches in a couple of places, but I suspect that's a carry-over from when it was just a children's story, not part of the main Legendarium.

Tinderboxes could be simple, just a basic flint-and-steel kit with some tinder for the sparks to fall on...

...or elaborate like this one, with a fancy striker, charcloth, kindling material and even wooden "spills" (long splinters) to transfer flame to a candle or the kindling...

This tinderbox even doubles as a candlestick, complete with a snuffer which would have been inside along with everything else.

Here's a close-up of the striker box with its inner and outer lids open:

What looks like a short pencil with an eraser is actually the striker. A bit of tinder or charcloth would have been pulled through that small hole in the outer lid, which was then closed.

There was a rough steel surface on the lid, and the striker was scraped along it, like so:

This was done for a TV show or film, so the tinder was probably made more flammable with, possibly, lighter fuel. That would be thoroughly appropriate, since a Zippo or similar lighter works on exactly the same principle.

A real-life version of any tinderbox would usually just produce glowing embers needing blown on to make a flame, which is shown sometimes in movies - especially as a will-it-light-or-won't-it? tension build - but is usually a bit slow and non-visual for screen work.

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There were even flintlock tinderboxes which worked with the same mechanism as those on firearms. Here's a pocket version:

Here are a couple of bedside versions, once again complete with a candlestick:

And here are three (for home defence?) with a spotlight candle lantern on one side and a double-trigger pistol on the other.

Pull one trigger to light the candle, pull the other trigger to fire the gun.

What could possibly go wrong? :-P

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Those pistol lanterns, magnified by lenses, weren't just to let their owner see what they were shooting at: they would also have dazzled whatever miscreant was sneaking around in the dark, irises dilated to make best use of available glimmer.

Swordsmen both good and bad knew this trick too, and various fight manuals taught how to manage a thumb-shuttered lamp encountered suddenly in a dark alley.

There's a sword-and-lantern combat in the 1973 "Three Musketeers" between Michael York (D'Artagnan) and Christopher Lee (Rochefort), which was a great idea.

Unfortunately it failed in execution because the "Hollywood Darkness" which let viewers see the action, wasn't dark enough to emphasise the hazards / advantages of snapping the lamps open and shut.

This TV screencap (can't get a better one, the DVD won't run in a computer drive) shows what I mean.

In fact, like the photos of the BBQ, this image - and entire fight - looks even brighter through "real eyes" than with the phonecam. Just as there can be too much dark in a night scene, there can also be too much light.

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One last thing I found when assembling pics for the post were Folding Candle-lanterns.

They were used from about the mid-1700s to the later 20th century (Swiss Army ca. 1978) as travel accessories and emergency equipment, and IMO - I've Made A Note - they'd fit right into a fantasy world whose tech level was able to make them.

The first and last are reproductions: this one is real, from about 1830.

The clear part was mica - a transparent mineral which can be split into thin flexible sheets - while others use horn / parchment, though both of these are translucent rather than transparent. Regardless, all were far less likely to break than glass.

One or two inner surfaces were usually tin, giving the lantern its own built-in reflector, and tech-level-wise, tin as a shiny or decorative finish has been used since Roman times.

I'm pretty sure that top-of-the-line models could also have been finished with their own matching, maybe even built-in, tinderboxes.

And if real ones didn't, fictional ones certainly could. :->

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Yet more period lighting stuff here, including flintlock alarm clocks (!)

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    The holidays were a perfect time to just get away. Y/n felt lucky both her boyfriends had time off for a week. Planning a trip up to her family cabin to get away from everything. 

     Minho drove the three of them up to the cabin. A week away from civilization in the woods with just the three of them. Y/n got the place unlocked when they arrived and the two idols brought in all their things to unpack. 

     “You parents aren't coming up this year?” Seungmin asked her

     “No. They’re going on a trip. All ours for a week,” Y/n smiled as she got the food unpacked in the kitchen. 

     Minho brought in some firewood and starters and got a fire started for them. Seungmin took a look outside. The snow has started coming down on their way up, adding to the light bit that was on the ground already. 

     The cabin was on a few acres of land. Y/n had told them her family tended to meet up here in the summer so the kids could run around. It was a very nice cabin surrounded by trees. Suddenly it sparked an idea for him.

     Smiling, he sent a message to Minho, not wanting Y/n to get suspicious of it. Minho looked at the text while tending the fire and smiled. Replying a yes before putting his phone away. Y/n was none the wiser to their little plan.

     The night went on as normal. All three made dinner together and then cuddled up by the fire before passing out on the floor together when the fire was dying out. Once morning came, Seungmin was awake first. Feeling off from sleeping on the floor. He got up nonetheless and started making coffee. Glancing outside to see more snow had fallen, not a lot but enough to back the ground white.

     “More snow,” Minho said from behind him. 

     “Not a lot. She still sleeping?” he asked. 

     “Yeah. Put her in the bed,” Minho said, grabbing some mugs down. 

     The two worked about the kitchen before going outside. Plotting till she woke up and joined them. Taking a seat on Minho’s lap, cuddling into his warmth. 

     “Could’ve stayed inside,” Minho told her

     “It’s fine. Like being out here,” Y/n said

     The three enjoyed the snow for a bit longer before heading inside. Minho made breakfast for the three of them. Sitting at the table and just chatting, planning what to do for the week. Y/n got up once they were done and took care of their dishes.

     “Think two minutes is a good start?” Seungmin asked Minho, calling Y/n’s attention

     “For what?” Y/n asked

     “Don’t worry about it, bunny,” Seungmin called

     Y/n knew from the pet name what was happening. But she decided to play dumb, shrugging it off while the two talked. Y/n cleaned up the dishes and went to steal, one of their sweaters since it was still cold in the cabin and she wanted to be a little prepared

     Half an hour later, cuddled up with them on the couch, Minho started kissing her neck. Slow but the lingering kisses went straight to her pussy. Meanwhile, Seungmin ran his hand up and down her thighs, getting closer to her cunt. 

     Minho pressed his lips to hers, holding her jaw in one hand. Y/n felt Seungmin get up and come back moments later and took her pajama pants off. Y/n smiled against Minho’s lips before he pulled away. “Turn around,” he instructed. 

     Y/n turned onto her stomach while Minho pulled his hard cock out of his pants. Seungmin positioned her knees under her while her hand wrapped around the older man’s cock. Slowly pumping him before wrapping her lips around him. 

     Minho laid a hand on the back of her neck while Seungmin sat on his knees behind her. Opening a lube bottle and letting the thick liquid roll over her ass. Two of his fingers wiped the drop before it could reach her entrance. Instead, they circled her tight hole. 

     Y/n clenched as he teased. Seungmin smiled and dipped a finger into her. Slowly sinking into her as she moaned around Minho’s cock. His finger moved slowly, letting her adjust to the small bit of girth inside her before adding another finger in. 

     Minho gripped the back of her neck, keeping her pressed down on his cock. Keeping himself in her throat and moved her up and down while Seungmin spread her ass open. Picking up his pace while the older man fucked her throat. Y/n moaned and gagged between the two fucking her. Trying to keep up with their speeds before Seungmin pulled his fingers out of her. Y/n tried focusing on Minho’s cock in her throat then she felt something poking her again. 

     Seungmin slowly inserted the cottontail plug into her. Minho pushed her down onto him while. Tip hitting the back of her throat before he spilled inside her. Gripping the back of her neck tighter as Seungmin got the toy in her ass fully. Minho pulled her up once he had finished and caught his breath; leaning towards her with a smirk

     “Wanna play, bunny?”

     “Yes,” Y/n said, looking up at him.

     “When we say, run. We catch you, we use you,“ Seungmin said, pulling her pajama pants back up, covering her ass. Not bothering with her underwear.

     “If you can make it back here in an hour, we’ll do whatever you want,” Minho added

     Easy. She grew up running around the land and the woods that surrounded it. She knew them like the back of her hand. She could manage to evade them in the woods for an hour and get back inside.

     “We’ll give you a two-minute head start,” Seungmin told her

     “Run, bunny,” Minho growled in her ear.

     Y/n bolted up, going for the front door and grabbing her boots. Managing to slip them on her way out and made her way to the back of the house. Full of confidence that she would win, running slow, taking her time to find a spot.

     Confidently looking back at the house once she hit the dense tree line, she saw the two walking out the back door. Y/n disappeared into the trees and quickly looked for a hiding spot. Shivering from the cold and the snow. Listening to the sounds of their shoes in the snow.

     Y/n looked down and saw her own tracks. Heartbeat picked up realizing they would just follow her shoe tracks. Maybe if she could put more distance between them she could still win their little game.

     She ran further into the woods, faster this time. Trying not to let the snow slow her down even if it did just a little bit. Cold air pushed against her face as she stopped by a tree to catch her breath.

     “Come on bunny,” Seungmin’s voice called, “You know we’re gonna catch you.” 

     Y/n turned to run again, only getting a few feet from her spot till Minho caught her. One arm wrapped around her middle while his hand wrapped around her throat. “Caught you bunny.” He growled in her ear.

     Y/n twisted and turned to get out of his grip, failing miserably. Minho chuckled at her attempt, pushing his arm around her middle down and into her pajama pants. Fingers running over her clit. Y/n bit her lower lip, still trying to get out of his grip. Determined to get back to the house.

     “Dumb little bunny,” Seungmin tsked as he joined them.

     Y/n leaned forward, only for Minho to pull her straight up against him and slip two fingers into her. Seungmin walked over to them and pulled her pajama pants down. Y/n closed her legs as soon as the cold hit her skin. Seungmin got the pants off her legs and forced her legs open. Y/n whined as the two turned her to face Minho, Seungmin pressing himself behind her and grabbing the bottom of her jacket.

     Pulling the fabric over her head, it joined her pants in the snow. Y/n tried covering herself from the cold but Seungmin was quicker. Grabbing her arms and pulling them behind her back. Minho’s fingers never letting up inside her. Fucking her quickly while Seungmin tied her hands behind her back. Her body leaned towards Minho as his finger fucking was getting to be too much with his palm brushing her clit.

     Minho pulled his fingers out of her before she could cum. Pushing his fingers in her mouth a second later. Y/n whined as his fingers reached the back of her throat. Thrusting them in and out of her quickly while Seungmin groped her breasts, fingers playing with her hard nipples. Y/n pushed back on Seungmin, making him look down. Seungmin stepped back and brought his hands to her hips. Fingers running over the skin off her ass.

     “Want it now, don’t you?” Seungmin asked, reeling a hand back and smacking her ass.

     Y/n screamed around Minho’s fingers at the sting. Fingers curled into the palm of her hands. Seungmin landed a second onto her other cheek as Minho pulled his fingers out of her mouth. Minho wiped his wet fingers along her nipples as Seungmin pushed his fingers into her mouth. The older one pulled himself out of his pants and pulled one of her legs up. 

     Y/n fought against both of them, trying to pull away. Every attempt stopped as Minho’s cock pushed past her folds. Shoving himself into her. Y/n’s head lulled back as he filled her up. His other hand grabbed the little cottontail in her. Pulling on the plug just to tease her, making her whine against Seungmin’s fingers. 

     Seungmin pulled fingers out of her mouth so they could hear her moans, wiping them clean over her breasts. The mix of the cold air and saliva on her made her nipples harder. Minho pulled out and set her leg down, spinning her to face Seungmin again. 

     Both boys bent her down. Minho slipped back into her while holding her bound wrists. Seungmin held the back of her head as he pulled himself out of his pants. Pointing the tip at her lips. Y/n refused to open them for him, making him pinch her nose till she opened her mouth. Y/n tried to hold out as long as she could but failed. Needing oxygen in her legs just for Seungmin to block it with his cock. Letting go of her nose and moving with Minho. One pulling out with the other pushing in.

     “Just the way you belong,” Minho groaned behind her 

     “Think we should keep her like this for the whole week?” Seungmin asked 

     Y/n clenched at the words. Being used as their sex toy for the whole week damn near did it for her. It didn't go unnoticed either. Minho spanked her with his free hand, making her jump and moan. 

     “Seems like our little rabbit likes that idea,” he chuckled and picked up his thrusting pace. Using the rope to move her against the two of them.

     Y/n shivered as a cold breeze went by them, clenching around both. Both idols groaned at the feeling and picked up their pace. Working themselves to their orgasms while disregarding hers.

     Seungmin was the first to spill. Shoving himself down her throat and keeping her still. Minho followed seconds later. Both filling her up before pulling out and letting her fall to the snowy ground. Y/n gasped as the snow hit her skin, rolling onto her back and catching her breath after swallowing the cum in her mouth.

     Both men stood above her, watching her try to get up as they fixed themselves. The two squatted down and picked up handfuls of snow. Y/n tried her best to scoot away from the to get up and get back to the house. Failing as Seungmin smushed the snow onto her nipples. Y/n arched her back off the ground as Minho pushed the snow onto her clit.

     “There’s our pretty snow bunny,” Minho smiled

     “Cold,” Y/n groaned, limbs feeling numb from the cold.

     “Better get back to the house then bunny,” Seungmin picked up her clothes while Minho put her back on her feet. The two watched her get a few feet with Minho’s cum dripping down her legs before she had to lean up against the tree.

     The two started walking and Minho got in front of her and threw her over his shoulder. Carrying her back to the warm cabin and set her on the ground when they got back. Minho started a fire to get them warmed up while Seungmin pulled her onto his lap, undoing the rope around her wrists. Minho went off and grabbed a new sweater for her to warm up a bit more. Y/n thanked them after Seungmin got the material on her. Y/n curled into him as he checked for any marks on her wrists from the rope. Minho massaged her legs as the fire warmed them up from the cold.

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Steddie Microfic June 9th-16th Masterlist

Decode by @vecnuthy | Rated G | no cw | tags: established relationship, moving in together, language, eddie being chaotic

YOU CAN HAVE MY ISOLATION by @wormdebut | Rated E | cw: steve having a weird parasocial relationship with a voice, master kink | tags: steve harrington is a needy needy boy

sins of the father by @steddie-island | Rated E | cw: brief mention of homophobia

moony by @hawkinsbnbg | Rated T | no cw | tags: fluff, friends to lovers

The Giveaway by @berenwrites | Rated G | no cw

just guy stuff by @matchingbatbites | Rated E | cw: cheating (steve and eddie are both married and having an affair behind their wives back)

you're a fire starter, twisted fire starter by @doublecherrypiediscosuperfly | Rated G | no cw | tags: fireman!steve, rockstar!eddie

not stuffed enough by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated E | cw: very brief feminization, minor degradation | tags: blowjob, anal plug, anal fingering, face slapping, hint of edging, dom eddie, sub steve, brat steve

Double Stuffed by @batty4steddie | Rated T | no cw

little secret by @worldswcollide | Rated G | no cw

stuff, things, and meatball by @spicycinnabun | Rated G | no cw

You're Mine by @runninriot | Rated E | no cw | tags: sexual content, dirty talk, possessive steve harrington, newly established relationship

Sterner Stuff by @yesdangerpls | Rated T | cw: hospitals | tags: pre-steddie, post-s4, everyone lives

stuffed by @ao3usermelancholyhues | Rated E | no cw | tags: double anal penetration, use of a dildo, top steve, bottom eddie

The Stuff by @mrsjellymunson | Rated E | no cw | tags: new relationship, imagined dominance/submission, food kink/play, oral, cum play, cum eating, possession kink

Father's Day by @queenie-ofthe-void | Rated G | no cw

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(Open starter with muse Tolaas Bluue)

Once again, it was amateur night at the Porkchop, the bar downtown. It wasn't a country bar per se, since it was in the middle of NYC, but it accepted all manner of songs. And that night, there was a live backup band for any singers participating.

Tolaas approached the bar, dressed in a black, country-style, black button-up shirt; his black, pressed jeans; a pair of black snakeskin cowboy boots with silver tips - highly polished; his black Stetson, that he only wore on certain occasions; and a black duster. He had his guitar slung around on his back.

He went over to the sign up sheet at the small table that had a clipboard, and was being watched over by a lovely woman who greeted him with a happy, "Hi there! Welcome! You here to sign up, handsome?"

Tolaas grinned, fangs glinting, and he nodded. "Yup, Feel like pleasin' a crowd tonight," and he winked.

The woman blinked at Tolaas' fangs, squinted, then decided she was seeing things and went back to smiling brightly at Tolaas. "Well, good, because we like all the talent on nights like this, sugar." She slid the clipboard toward him, and Tolaas took the pencil, writing his name on the paper. Right next to his name, he wrote Bad Things by Jace Everett.

The woman looked at the sign up sheet and nodded to tolaas, grinning herself. "That's a damned good song." She ehyed him up and down. "And you certainly got the look for it, don't you," she winked at him. "You're welcome to wait backstage, or in the crowd until your name is called."

Tolaas nodded, gesturing to the crowd. "I think I'll be out here with the crowd. Energy's better out here."

She nodded. "Good luck!"

He headed out into the crowd. Tolaas had always been a social person. Well, over the last couple of centuries, at least. And he said to the hostess at the table was correct - the energy was great out in the crowd. Something like this was what Tolaas needed to be fired up.

The first singer came out. She seemed to be a shy woman. She introduced herself in a shaky voice, and mentioned the song she was going to sing - Chandelier by Sia. Some people in the crowd whistled, some clapped. Then the band started playing. It was only a moment before she started singing. And while her voice was a little shaky starting out, she shortly found her real voice and when she hit the chorus of the song, she showed the crowd exactly what she could do with her vocal chords. The patrons went wild, cheering and clapping. They continued until the song ended. She got one hell of a reaction from the crowd. She ducked her had, grinning and blushing, and then headed off the stage.

A duo went up next, brothers they said. Sang a rendition of the Righteous Brothers' Unchained Melody. They were good, not great, but good. Got a decent reaction from the crowd.

The next two amateurs sang songs you could dance to, and they definitely got people dancing.

It was Tolaas' turn. He went up onto the stage and grinned out at the crowd. "Name's Tolaas," he said, touching the brim of his Stetson, " an' this is Bad Things, by Jace Everett."

He plugged his guitar in, and started playing Then the band joined in. Tolaas' rendition was flawless, his voice was perfectly on pitch. He looked out into the crowd, winking at a couple of women, one who fanned herself, the other was nudged by the guy next to her and given a dirty look. Whoops.

A woman, standing near the middle of the crowd, caught Tolaas' eye, and he grinned at her and stared for a moment longer than he'd looked at anyone else in the crowd.

When he finished, the crowd went nuts with whistles and applause, the women whooped and hollered. Tolaas thanked everyone, unplugged his guitar, and stepped off the stage. He has a flush to his cheeks that had nothing to do with his singing, it had much more to do with how some women in the crowd reacted to him.

He made his way to the bar, and grinned at the bartender. He pulled out some bills, put them on the counter. "Jack, neat. Leave the bottle."

The bartender nodded, did what he was asked, took the money and walked to the register. Tolaas picked up the glass, took a sip, then took the bottle and the glass to an unoccupied (amazing on a night like this) table in the very back. This was perfect. He had done what he came to do, now it was time for him to hide, so to speak.

He flopped down in a seat, facing the crowd, sat the bottle down, drank from his glass, and watched the stage and the crowd.

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My Spotify Wrapped 2023 Top Ten Lyric Starters

Feel free to change pronouns as necessary, and remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs.

CW: General ns.fw, blood, rough sex, toxicity, daddy kink, manipulation, drug use, electrostim, alcohol use

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ASHNIKKO - TANTRUM

"Riots on the TV."

"They wanna keep it PG."

"All their daughters wanna be me."

"Believe me."

"I'm not nice, I'm a meanie."

"I did something bad."

"Please don't get attached."

"There's no coming back."

"Break a heart like an eggshell."

"Throw a tantrum, baby."

"Baby, doll me up 'cause I'm a brat."

"I'm a brat."

"I'm a handful."

"Bitch, I am one."

"Make it tragic."

MOXIFLOXI - BRAT

"Spoil me, buy me things!"

"Golden watches, diamond rings."

"Take me out and pamper me."

"Show me I'm your everything."

"Bend me over, make me scream."

"Choke me, hold me, breed me, stroke me."

"Make me say those dirty things."

"Bring me joy!"

"I'm your girl/boy and you're my toy!"

"Buy me gifts. Give me more!"

"Make me feel like I'm adored."

"Put me in my place."

"Slap my face."

"Treat me like your little whore."

"Use me 'til you make me come."

ORGY - TALK SICK

"You've got some nerve to throw it in my face."

"They want your money, honey."

"Don't they seem so loving?"

"Trick or treat and we fade away."

"Kicked to the curb on judgement day."

"A pinch of salt in your Hater-ade?"

"Just a little bit of torture."

"Move a little closer."

"Listen to the clock tick."

"Tell me if you want it."

"I can make you toxic."

"Come fake the fire."

"Get you higher than high, suck you dryer than dry."

"Race you to the steeple."

"On the bright side, we should bang one last time."

PARANOiD DJ - GET HOOKED (VALENTINO'S DEAL)

"So, I'm the boss man."

"I've got anything you'll ever want."

"Call me sir, call me Daddy, call me CEO."

"But for you, Baby Doll, just call me -name-."

"'Cause I run this empire."

"I flaunt this."

"Every day I'm gon' be cashin' the checks."

"Eyes up, show the man respect."

"Come on, Baby."

"You'll feel pleasures that you never knew were real before."

"With my hands on your hips and my taste on your lips?"

"Take you to your limit 'til you give in."

"Got you feeling like I'm all that you need."

"All in the service of insatiable greed."

"Don't want no backtalk, just follow my word."

UNDERSCORES - SPOILED LITTLE BRAT

"Am I extreme?"

"Strictly business."

"Take a picture, hope it lasts long."

"Yeah, I live for the attention."

"I got a problem and it's not my fault."

"Why would I pay it any mind?"

"But yeah, I guess I must have pissed you off."

"Thinking about a little something something in my septum and a couple tattoos."

"Gossip 'bout a little something something even though nobody ever asked you."

"Shut your mouth, listen up when I talk!"

"I'm a spoiled little brat and I get what I want!"

"Stick around and I'ma do my worst."

"What the Hell did you expect?"

"Criticize a little something something that I did because somebody had to."

"If I did a little something something in the bathroom could I get it past you?"

GENITORTURERS - MACHINE LOVE

"Come on, feel my affection."

"Feel my affection for machine love."

"Just plug in, then fade out."

"It's the real deal."

"It's the real deal, electric feel."

"Trip your pulse, your heart beats faster."

"Ask yourself how long you can last."

"Come on, feel my danger."

"I'll be your cheap slut savior."

"I am the one who makes you want it."

"Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex!"

"Does your libido feel my sex?"

"Come tonight."

"Be with me all of the time."

"I am the one who makes you come."

CALL ME KARIZMA - ART HOE

"Never had her dad there."

"Kissed a lot of boys but never seems to have care."

"She just wants vodka and cigarettes."

"Has the dealer on speed dial when she gets stressed."

"She knows, she knows, she knows, she knows that I can't resist her ways."

"I'm so exposed to all the tricks she plays."

"I think I fell in love with an art hoe."

"I think I love getting my heart broke."

"Wakes up at noon, gets up when she has to."

"Cocaine in her bathroom."

"She just wants love that she never gets."

"Has my number on speed dial when she needs sex."

"Caught up and never talked to her."

"She ripped my heart in half, took me for all I have."

"Got nothing left but it's cool."

NEW YEARS DAY & CHRIS MOTIONLESS - ANGEL EYES

"There's something about you I cannot explain."

"I just want to know you."

"It's not what you said, not the way you said it."

"I'm under your spell and I don't regret it."

"Take my breath."

"Baby, reach inside my chest."

"You can have whatever's left."

"Baby, I'm possessed."

"Don't you try to hide with those angel eyes?"

"If you let me inside, I won't hold back this time."

"More than paralyzed."

"Oh, it's the chase you like?"

"I should get away, I want you way too much."

"I don't care how many times it takes to get through to you."

"This is a force that not even God can stop."

DANNY GONZALES - SPOOKY HO

"Make that ass shake like that ass is scared of me."

"All these other spooky dudes can't compare to me."

"October 31st, bitch, you know what I'ma be."

"I'ma be a ho for Halloween."

"Yo, happy Halloweeny!"

"My shorts looking teeny?"

"My big fat pumpkin pie going trampoliney."

"Her man wanna be me."

"She bad like a meanie."

"I knew we'd get along 'cause she loves Frankenweenie."

"Pull up to the party on a broomstick."

"I'm too thick."

"Crush a bunch of Smarties up, take two hits."

"Costume shopping, I'ma pop a tag."

"Bitch, I'm sexy Freddy Krueger, I'm about to pop off!"

GENITORTURERS - CUM JUNKIE

"I want your body."

"I want your mind."

"You know you like the way it feels."

"You cannot hide."

"Keep on thrillin' me."

"You're drillin' me hard."

"Keep me up all night."

"This conversation gets me high."

"Let's go."

"Turn me on."

"Can't stop feelin' me up all night, yeah?"

"Are you feelin' me?"

"I'm on a mission."

"Wanna keep you high."

"Too many kisses for alibi."

[the12thnightproject]

Loved the "Warlords Watching Teletubbies". May I ask (if you're not to busy) ask for something similar like the Warlords watching "Sesame Street"? I so think that Ieyasu reminds me of Oscar the Grouch (lol), Mitsunari of Big Bird, and Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi as Ernie and Bert.

Sorry Anon about taking so long! I’ve had a busy busy winter. And um, this sort of turned into Ikesen Warlords AS Toddlers Watching Sesame Street…

Due to a Massive Wormhole Event (MWE), MC is suddenly dealing with the influx of toddler warlords (plus a tween Kennyo) in a tiny, tiny apartment. And truly, this apartment is not big enough for all of them… would never be big enough, especially since…. “Kenshin stop swinging that sword around, NOW,” and “Shingen get OUT of my chocolate stash!” ….

At her wits end… MC does what all parents since the last quarter of the 20th century have done to entertain the children: she turns on the television (and then goes into her room to read hide).

The following is what she hears through the closed door…

The sound of Keiji and Ranmaru singing the theme song to Sesame Street.

Hideyoshi:  Shhhhhh! MC told us to watch this! Shhhh! I can’t watch with you singing so loud!

Nobunaga: MC! I can’t find Bearsace! He has to watch this with me.

Kenshin: MC? Are there any rabbits in this?

Masamune: Hey! Ieyasu! That orange thing that lives in the garbage can is just like you! I’mma gonna start callin’ you Oscar, ok?

The sound of Keiji and Ranmaru singing the theme song again.

Hideyoshi:  Shhhhhh! Stop singing. You’re going to bother MC!  SHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Shingen: Kennyo? Are you sleeping?

Kennyo: I am meditating. I am meditating. I am meditating. Zzzzz.

Ieyasu: MC! I left my sourdough starter in the Sengoku! How many days is it until we go home?

Sasuke:  You have a sourdough starter? Tell me more! How do you make it? What do you like about it? What did you name it?

Kenshin: Sasuke! Are you paying attention to someone who is not me?

Kanetsugu:  Sasuke! Are you paying attention to someone who is not Kenshin?

Shingen: MC. What is a cookie?

Sasuke: It’s a sweet pastry with cho-

Nobunaga AND Shingen:  MC, where are your COOKIES?

Hideyoshi:  We’re not supposed to eat sugar. Nobunaga, GET AWAY FROM THE COOKIE JAR!

Yukimura:  Shingen, you too! Also. GET AWAY FROM NOBUNAGA.

Mitsunari: I don’t understand why no one else can see the Snuffleupagus. He’s right there?

Ieyasu: Where? All I see is the giant yellow bird.

Hideyoshi: Osc- er, Ieyasu! Don’t tease Mitsunari!

Shingen: NOBUNAGA DID YOU TAKE THE LAST COOKIE?

Nobunaga: *crunch* *crunch* No. *crunch* *crunch*

Mitsunari: (in the same accent as The Count) One. Two. Three. Four.

Masamune: Yip yip yip yip yip  yip yip….

Kenshin: If they can make rubber DUCKIES why not RUBBER BUNNIES?

Masamune: Yip yip yip yip yip  yip yip….Nope nope nope nope nope nope nope.

Motonari: MC! They keep touching me!

Yoshimoto:  MC, CAN I play with your MAKE UP?

Masamune: Nope nope nope nope nope nope nope.

The sound of Keiji and Ranmaru singing the theme song again.

The sound of Mitsunari singing the theme song too.

Hideyoshi:  Mitsunari….. whyyyyyyy?

Mitsunari: It is stuck in my head. I don’t know how to get rid of it.

Keiji: That HAPPENS TO ME ALL THE TIME. You just have to sing it more.

Mitsunari: Ok.

The sound of Keiji and Ranmaru AND Mitsunari singing the theme song again.

Motonari: If anybody sings again, I WILL SET YOU ON FIRE.

*Click*

Yukimura: What happened?

Kanetsugu: The remote stopped working.

Nobunaga: Who unplugged the TV? Kicho!

Kenshin: PLUG THE TV BACK IN. THERE MIGHT BE BUNNIES STUCK IN IT. PLUG IT BACK IN!

Kicho: Make me!  OOF! GET OFF ME!

*Click*

The TV sound returns now EXTRA LOUD.

At this point… MC has ominous realization that the one voice she hasn’t heard is Mitsuhide’s. In a panic, she comes running out of the bedroom, to discover that Yoshimoto has done a makeover on the sleeping Kennyo, Mitsunari (still singing) and Shingen have taken apart the toaster, and Mitsuhide…. is nowhere to be found.

From somewhere outside… not too far away… is the sound of a siren.

@lorei-writes

[imfluentinfangirlandgay]

A Father's Resolve - Ch 7

Ingo returns after a decade - with two extra cars in tow. Years later, his kids are swallowed up by time in the same way he was. Will he be able to find them? Will they be able to make it out alive?

Word Count: ~2300

"Come on, Rei, we should battle! See what our new teams can do!" Akari begged. 

"Isn't there a request from someone in the Diamond Clan that Laventon mentioned?" Rei asked. 

"Yeah but this won't take long! Promise!" 

"Fine," he relented, "but I'm bringing Spark Plug with me. I know you'll just spam some new water move on Campfire." 

"Telling me your losing strategy already?" his sister teased as he gathered up the pokeballs. 

They trekked to the pastures to make a better team for themselves as they considered what they would bring. It was so odd to see their captured, but not in use, pokemon playing together in the fields. The townsfolk avoided this area. 

Then they set off for the dojo that Laventon had pointed out the night before. It was caged in by a half-wall, with a dirt patch set up like a fighting arena. It was small, but it would definitely work. 

"Let's do this," Rei breathed. They hadn't properly battled in weeks. 

They both sent out their starter first, Rei with Campfire and Akari with Riptide. Unfortunately, Rei knew exactly where this was going. “Campfire, return!” He threw out Spark Plug, the little Shinx meowing in challenge. Akari smirked. As Rei fired off a Thunder Shock, she sent out Bonnie the Ponyta, who took it like a champ. Rei gritted his teeth. 

“Bonnie, Stomp!” Akari called. Rei flicked his wrist. The horse stomped onto thin air as Spark Plug dodged with blinding speed, setting off in a Quick Attack, which hit the horse square in the chest, sending it skidding back a few paces. It still stood its ground. 

“Spark Plug, one more Quick Attack!” The cat responded with a speedy headbutt that the horse did not have time to respond to. It fell to its knees with a mournful whinny as Akari recalled it, sending out Riptide once again. She gritted her teeth. 

“Tackle! Now!” Oshawott screwed its eyes in a glare and ran at Spark Plug, throwing its entire body into its opponent. It was a critical hit. Spark Plug fell quickly. Rei hurriedly sent out a different pokemon as Akari smirked- and then her face fell. It was not Campfire that Rei had sent out. 

An Eevee stood on the field, it's body in a battle stance. He was hoping for the best with this. He watched as Akari scanned the field. “Swift!” Five white stars shot from Eevee, locking onto Riptide and following it even as it tried to run. The water pokemon tripped as it took the brunt of the attack, but it still stood back up. It managed to shoot off an Aqua Jet and took out the fragile Eevee. Rei recalled it and sent out his final pokemon. He needed to end this. “Quick Attack!”

“Aqua Jet!” 

Both twins watched with bated breath as the wounded Oshawott and the disadvantaged fire type both carried out their commands, both colliding a with each other and bouncing back, residual ocean spray and dust kicking up and blocking out any vision and making Rei blink away debris until-

Only one pokemon still stood. Cyndaquil, its body coated with mud as it's back flames flickered for a moment before glowing brightly once more in triumph. Riptide was laying in the mud on its back, unconscious. 

Rei whooped and ran over to his little pokemon, lifting it up by the armpits. “You did amazingly, Campfire! I'm so proud of you!” The fire-type smiled at him and whistled in excitement as the swung it around in the air. He set the baby back down as his sister was approaching her pokemon, bringing the Oshawott back to consciousness. “You did really well, too, Riptide.”

“You sure did, bud. Get some rest now.” It disappeared into the pokeball in a flash of light. Akari turned to Campfire and patted him on the head. “And good job to you! It's impressive that you could bring down a pokemon of a type that has an advantage over you!” It hummed at her as Rei recalled it and helped her to her feet, brushing off her pants. 

"Oh, so you're the rookies everyone's been talking about!" Rei jumped at the booming voice and turned, his smug expression wiped clear off his face. Before him stood a tall, muscular woman. She was broad, with a red tunic emblazoned with the Galaxy Team logo. Her fiery red hair was pulled up into a flowing curly mane on top of her head. "Name's Zisu. You two have some fight in you. I wanted to stop by and give what advice I could." She grinned and slapped his back, making him see stars. 

How was she this tall? She had to be at least 7 feet tall. She towered over Rei, her hands relaxing on her hips. "You know, if your pokemon masters a move, you can use it in different styles!" Rei tried to listen, he really did, but his ears were ringing. He remembered something his father had mentioned a long time ago. 

"Daddy?" Rei picked up his Lillipup plush and stared at it, making it hop up and down. 

"What is it, little cub?" Dad had asked, turning his head to gaze at his son over the paperwork he was filling out. 

"What was Mommy like?" The boy's silver eyes had laid upon his father's as he awaited an answer. His sister had looked up from her playing as well, her small hands that gripped her dolls pausing in their actions. 

"Well," he had said, sitting up and pushing away the paper, "she was a fighter, for one thing. Loved pokemon battles, almost as much as your uncle," he chuckled. He stared out the window, his eyes misty. "I wouldn't be surprised if you both grew up taller than me." 

"Why?" Rei had asked, hugging his plush to his chest and cocking his head. 

"Your mother was very, very tall," his father said. "Towered over me and just about everyone else. She was good at pokemon battles and wrestling." He looked between his twin children. "I do wish one of you had gotten her red hair," he lamented, ruffling Rei’s hair and making him giggle, "but this way you two get to match!"

"She's the one who wanted to name us, right Daddy?" Akari had joined them at the table, her small hands grabbing the edge and standing on her tiptoes to see them. 

Ingo had taken her into his lap. "That's right, cub. The heros were the only ones to ever beat her in a pokemon battle." 

"Wow," Akari said in wonder, her silver eyes sparkling, "she must have been really good." 

"She was very good," their father had said. "Very very good." 

Rei locked eyes with his sister, who looked just as shocked as he did. She'd figured it out, too. 

"... and if you need any cool new moves for your pokemon, just let me know!" Zisu boomed, her grin wide. 

"Y-yeah, we will," Akari stammered. "We should probably go, uh, check with Laventon about the Diamond Clan stuff now." Rei nodded in agreement, his wits slowly returning to him. 

"I'll see you two around, then," she waved as they made their escape. 

"I didn't think she'd be here!" Rei whispered in Unovan to his sister. 

"I thought she'd be someone from the Pearl Clan!" 

"I did too!" 

"What do we do?" she whispered to him, her hands shaking. "Our dead mom is just living in the village! With us!"

"She doesn't know yet," he pointed out, "we haven't been born yet. And she's not dead. Here. Yet. Has she even met Dad?" 

"I have no idea," Akari whispered. 

"I say we just pretend everything's normal. Maybe we can get to know her a bit," Rei said. 

"How? She might figure it out!"

"That we're her kids from the future that she had with a member of a different Clan? I don't think that's the first conclusion she'd jump to," he retorted. "Look, it's weird, yeah, but if we pretend everything's fine, then everything's fine. We're essentially strangers to her. We don't even really look like her." 

Akari sighed. "It just feels so weird." 

"Oh I agree," he remarked, "but I mean, what do we say? We need to do our jobs and she has things we can use, like training. I think that's gonna be a rare thing out here. We can't just say we refuse to see her just because." 

"Yeah," his sister sighed. "You're right."

"I know I am," he smirked. "Now let's go see what this mission entails." 

They met up with Laventon, who informed them that they should go meet with Mai, a Warden from the Diamond Clan, in the Obsidian Fieldlands. That was easy enough, Rei thought. The sun was up and out, the sky almost unbroken blue. There was a light breeze, but not much to complain about. They trekked to the Fieldlands, the now-familiar tents beginning to come into view as they came over the hill.

“Boo!” Rei jumped at the voice suddenly behind him and whirled around. A head of blonde hair bobbed in laughter. “Did I get you? I bet I did. Just wanted to come by and wish you guys luck. You know about the Back Strike Technique? It's a bit of a secret.” Rei breathed a sigh of relief. It was just that merchant from the other day. 

“Oh- uh, yeah, thanks, Volo,” Akari stammered. “We best be on our way…”

“Of course, don't let me keep you up!” He waved at them jovially and set off in the opposite direction down the path. The twins looked at each other and shrugged. They kept walking. 

Laventon waved to them from the camp and pointed to the bridge. “Down there is where Mai is waiting. She said she needed help with something important. I'm sure you'll be the perfect folks for the job!” 

The twins bobbed their heads and immediately set off, making sure to give any Shinx a wide berth lest they get a repeat of yesterday. 

—-----

After their spat, Elesa had insisted on taking the trio out for dinner. And in order to do so, showers were in order. Emmet had gone first, allowing Ingo and Elesa some time to themselves as he scrubbed himself clean. His hair regained its light silver hue. He shaved and scrubbed and cleaned for well over half an hour before finally emerging, a towel over the bottom half of his body and wet hair dripping into his eyes. 

“You'd better not be dripping water all over the carpet!” Elesa shouted from the kitchen. 

“You don't even pay the mortgage here!” Emmet cursed to himself as he shivered.

Arceus. It was cold out here. He hurried to his bedroom to get clothes on. 

He heard Elesa arguing with his brother and a few short minutes later, the shower turned on again. Emmet rolled his eyes as he threw on a t-shirt and some pants and ruffled his hair with the towel. He'd left his hairbrush in the bathroom. 

“Who's in the bathroom?” he asked as he approached the door. 

“S'not me,” came Elesa's reply from the kitchen. Emmet opened the door without any hesitation. The steam was the first thing to hit him square in the face, warm and humid. Then Ingo's shout as his gaunt face poked out of the shower curtain, his hair in his eyes, still with shampoo in it. 

“Hey! I'm showering here!”

“As if we don't have literally the same junk. I'm grabbing my hairbrush, ya big baby.”

“I've heard of this fantastic new phenomenon called knocking!” 

“Oh! You'll have to show me sometime, I must not have gotten the memo.” Emmet stood stubbornly in the bathroom, the door still half open as he brushed his hair in the foggy mirror, smirking. 

“Oh my Arc, get out. You're letting in the cold air.” Ingo flung water at him, forcing him to make a tactical retreat as he sniggered. 

Emmet brushed his hair and made himself presentable as the shower shut off. Elesa was scrolling her phone on the couch as she waited for the twins to finish up. “How do you feel about Carthey's?” 

“That sounds fine to me.” He knew Ingo also like Carthey's well enough. Emmet adjusted his button-up, popping the collar and making sure the buttons were all fastened. Before long, his brother appeared in the front room as well, looking identical to Emmet. “One of us is going to have to change,” Emmet grinned. 

“You've been recycling that joke for over thirty years.” 

“And it's funny every single time!” 

“I beg to differ.”

“Then beg.” Ingo squinted at Emmet, who was grinning like an idiot. He scoffed, but Emmet could see the twinkle returning to his eyes. Good. 

“Ig? Carthey's? Yay or nay?” Elesa cut in. 

“That sounds lovely tonight. Been awhile since we had it.” Ingo was popping his own collar and smoothing out his shirt. He looked worlds better than he had the night before. He was still struggling, that much was obvious; the bags under his eyes were still there and his fingers still shook slightly with exhaustion. But the shadows were not as consuming, his shaking had reduced to tremors, the lights in his eyes had somewhat returned. Emmet knew from firsthand experience that he would not be okay until he got his babies back, but in the meantime, Emmet was happy to see his brother back from being a walking corpse. 

“I'm willing to bet it's been awhile since you had anything. I'm ready to go whenever you dorks are.” The trio crowded out the door and Emmet locked it behind them, telling Haxorus to watch over the house while they were gone.

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📣 REVIEW BLACK BEARD FIRE PLUGS - REALLY WORKS? (THE TRUTH!!!)

[lonestarbattleship]

USS Texas History series: Primary Power

The round device at low, left is a motor generator set in Interior Communications compartment. Above it are two very old starter boards. The left one controls that m-g set. The right one controls a set that is out of frame. That one is dated 1918 and provided power to the newly installed Ford range keeper that generated firing solutions for the 14" guns.

Information from Tom Scott, a Volunteer at the Battleship Texas Foundation:

"AC power was certainly around by 1910 and was rapidly gaining traction throughout the country as the primary way of providing electric power, meaning the basic knowledge and technology for its use was available. So, the decision to use 120 volts D.C. on the ship wasn't based upon lack of ability. I am not aware of any historic documentation that discusses the Navy's decision for D.C., but what we can talk about are some of its advantages that contributed to its use and what was done to overcome its disadvantages.

AC current offers a couple of major advantages over DC, it's more efficient and its voltage can be easily changed using transformers. Fundamental to the nature of electricity is the higher the circuit voltage that serves a load, the lower the amperage required to run it, and vice versa. This made the use of 120 volts problematic because it required very large amperage circuits to power big loads like the 150 hp steering motor and the large number of motors sized 10hp and higher. My feeling is that it was selected due to the inability use transformers on a D.C. circuit to change voltage and the predominance of 120 volt loads on the ship that included hundreds of light fixtures and portable plug-in devices. It was simply easier to increase capacity and wire sizes to accommodate the higher amperage loads created by lower voltage than to increase the voltage design of hundreds, if not thousands, of small devices to match a higher system voltage.

Another issue that certainly affected the decision was the ability to reverse motors and control their speed. That was difficult to do with AC motors and was generally accomplished in the early 20th century with multiple winding motors that were complicated and very expensive. That's where DC offers two very significant advantages that permitted the use of simple and compact motor designs. It is easy to reverse any D.C. motor by reversing polarity, done by reversing its two power wires. Speed can be controlled by increasing or decreasing resistance in its its power circuit. That is impossible to do with A.C. motors. Small motor speed can easily be changed using a rheostat, or variable resister that uses a wiper on a resistive winding. Large motor speed control was accomplished using several large resistors that were switched in and out of the circuit with contactors. You could have almost smooth, almost continuous speed control if you had enough of them. Electric steering and its huge 150hp electric motor is the largest example on board that took full advantage of that method. Other motors, like those used to train turrets and elevate guns only ran at one speed, but had to be very accurately adjusted to the correct settings using resistor banks.

Regardless of the predominance of D.C. devices on board, the need for AC current and different voltages was present in the ship's earliest years of service and it greatly increased over time. The solution was to use motor generator sets, called m-g sets, on board where a 120 vdc motor would run an ac alternator to provide ac current and the voltage needed by a single device. In the Interior Communications compartment, there are several small ones dating back to 1916-18. There are also two very large ones synchronized together to power a large number of "selsyn (self synchronizing)" circuits that among other things, were used to provide range and bearing information from fire control towers to main battery plot and firing solutions to the guns. Others were installed in the dynamo rooms that powered the 40mm gun mounts and also provided a different dc voltage to the ship's degaussing system. However, most m-g sets were scattered throughout the ship, close to the devices that needed them. That way, they were able to avoid long wiring runs to reach the loads or changes to the overall system. They could tap into the existing 120 volt ship's system to get their power. That wasn't an easy task since it required careful engineering and design to prevent overloads or imbalances, but it was do-able.

One of the larger issues was to provide the additional power as large, new ac powered devices were added that included more radio and radar equipment, and 1.1" then 40mm anti aircraft weapons. To accommodate that, system capacity was increased 33% by replacing the four original 300kw 120v.d.c. turbo generators with four 400kw Westinghouse units. They also picked up significant capacity by replacing the big electric ovens and ranges in the crew galley with oil fired units.

So, there were significant compromises and shortcomings that were inherent to the 120 volt D.C. system, but it answered a number of almost unsolvable problems in 1910-11 when the ship was designed.

The resistor bank and contactors that controlled speed and direction for the 150hp electric steering motor.

Here are the two largest motor-generator sets on the ship. They are located in Interior Communications and provided power to the gunnery systems that provided all of the range and bearing information from the fire control towers, and firing solutions to the gun turrets.

Hidden in very tight compartments beneath the turrets are the electrical platforms that contained all of the electrical panels and equipment that ran the turrets. The black boxes on the right side are resistor banks that controlled motor speed on the shell rammers.

Here is one of the original 1912 controllers used on the 120 volt d.c. air compressors used to supply air charges that fired the torpedoes. The compressors were repurposed in 1925, when the torpedo tubes were removed, to serve the gas ejector systems on the 14" and 5" guns, but the old controllers remained. They were crude and simple, but they did the job well and were easily serviced.

Posted on the Battleship Texas Foundation Group Facebook page: link

[jones-friend]

If you’re looking for a build to use in Elden Ring

The game has an insane depth on what weapons and spells you can use in combination. Recently I started a new game to lead into the DLC and the build I made hard carried me, so much so I’d love to share it and how to do it here.

The plan is to become a fire paladin, using strength with a pinch of faith to grease the wheels. How it works is we have utility spells to buff our damage and stave off run ending statuses like scarlet rot.

One of the cool parts of Elden Ring is when you begin new games you can scrounge up almost anything you want from the getgo. Below I’ll post steps on how to get set up with this build with links to all relevant gear and items. Know this guide will make most of the early game trivial.

If you want to inspect the build skip past this block of bullet points.

Spawning your new game in Limgrave, youre going to start by picking up a gold-pickled fowl foot. This increases rune gains. You can skip this step, I just prefer to get the most out of this early game rune gain. The third location listed is the easiest pickup from the early game.

We need a bleed weapon. The easiest grab is the Morningstar in southern Limgrave/the Weeping Peninsula. Follow the road past the bridge to the peninsula and you’ll find some carriages. Its in a chest. Snag it and run.

Next we need a starter sword: the berserk reference Greatsword. For this we’re heading to Caelid. Head to the Third Church of Marika and collect the tear and Physik. Behind the church is a teleporter that will take us to the Bestial Sanctum in Caelid. Use the link for greatsword to snag it. There’s a lot of killer dogs so just grab it and run.

Next we’re headed to Greyroll in Caelid. Head down by her tail without bringing any enemies with you. Take that morningstar out (you may need to two hand it). Start smacking her tail. After a number of hits you’ll see a bloodloss proc take out a chunk of her health. When shes about one more bloodloss away crack the gold fowls foot. You’ll end up with 98,000 runes, a hefty chunk in the early game.

Fast travel to a site of grace and level up. Out of your stats bring Faith to 15 and Mind to 16. Dex you can increase as I recommend reaching around 16 for some weapons. I also liked having more stamina and heavier armor so I put a chunk into endurance. After you set Faith to 15 and Mind to 16 and you aren’t sure how to plug your levels in I would say about every 2 levels Strength add 1 level Vigor. Around 25 is good, give or take. MAKE SURE YOU HAVE ENOUGH DEX TO USE GREATSWORD.

We have a rudimentary build that can take on Stormveil castle. Now we need to get the fire paladin side running. Find the Cathedral of Dragon Communion in Caelid. Here patrol two Banished Knights. They have a 4% chance to drop the banished knight greatsword. Kill the knight then reload the area by fast traveling to that site of grace till it drops. What makes this sword so good is when you equip it in two hands it uses an alternate moveset that’s very fluid and good at catching enemy dodges. Its one of the better greatswords.

Next we need the red hot whetblade. If you triggered the Radahn Festival you’re gonna have to beat it first. Its easily found in Redmane Castle through running.

While you’re there snag Flaming Strike behind the castle.

Set Banished Knight’s Greatsword ash of war to Flaming Strike, then with the new whetstone give it fire scaling. Your sword now deals both physical and fire damage. By using L2 then R2 you coat the weapon in fire! Rad!

Pick up the Strength Knot Tear off the fucking ground and put the Flame Shrouded Cracked Tear on your to do list. Putrid Avatars are rough, but this combo does the most for you.

Back in Caelid go to Fort Gael and pick up Flame Grant Me Strength. This is a huge spell for the build. This buffs your physical damage by 20% AND fire damage by 20%, a boost to everything we’re doing. Its absolutely insane with the physik. You will chop chunks off their health bar. This spell is so good in part because it doesn’t scale, its as good if your faith is 15 or 150. So we can leave faith 15 for now.

With 15 faith there’s a number of other good utility spells you can add to your list. Give the beast clergyman one deathroot for the strength scaling clawmark seal. Then on your third Deathroot he’ll give you beastial vitality. This is a spell that slowly regens HP over time. It is great for the field and will prevent the need to top off with a flask. Flame Cleanse Me can be found early on and cures Poison and Scarlet Rot. Brother Corhyn has two damage negation incantations and a third when he moves to Altus. A fourth Divine Fortification can be easily found in the Weeping Peninsula. These can make certain boss fights so much easier.

You now have a compelling Strength/faith fire build. But you’re going to run into enemies that have fire resistance (magma wyrms have 100% res). I recommend packing a holy weapon to swap to in these cases. My favorites are the golden halberd, Ordovis’s Greatsword, Siluria’s Tree, Marika’s Hammer, or Maliketh’s Black Blade. All of them scale predominantly with Strength. Ordovis’s Greatsword’s weapon art carried me through a number of fights as did Black Blade’s death damage.

For Talismans I prefer survivability over damage. Some relevant talismans for this build are Old Lord’s Talisman, Assassin’s Crimson Dagger, Assassin’s Cerulean Dagger, Taker’s Cameo, Ancestral Spirit’s Horn, claw talisman, and the Fire Scorpion Charm.

And that’s the build! From there tweak as you want. I recommend going into the dlc:

50 vigor, 16 mind, 36 endurance, 80 strength, 16 dexterity, 15-25 faith

Banished Knight Greatsword + holy option, Clawmark Seal

Banished knight set

Takers Cameo, Ancestral Spirit Horn, Old Lord’s Talisman, and whatevers fun

Flame Grant Me Strength, Flame Cleans Me, Bestial Vitality, fortification spells, Golden Vow

This laid bosses low. It cut Malenia in two and embarrassed the game’s final bosses. I love this build, its very likely my fave and will remain my fave until I realize Messmer is highly fire resistant or some nonsense 😬

[aspiring-writer-hidden-voice]

MHA x Pokémon

~I’m a nerd!~

Izuku “Deku” Midoriya

Leafeon – Chesnaught (Starter) – Gallade – Roserade – Shiny Scizor – Flygon

• Leafeon would be the ice breaker to help you relax with Sweet Scent.

• Chesnaught’s smile is as encouraging as his Spikey Shield.

• Gallade a swift protector who once saved Izuku’s mother from potential robbers.

• Roserade has a strong sense of justice built from watching the young Izuku grow up.

• Shiny Scizor was bullied for its different coloring and seeks to repay Izuku for accepting it.

• Flygon was the Pokémon who helped him dream to reach for the stars with flights.

Katsuki Bakugo

Typhlosion (Starter) – Electrode – Darmanitan – Hisuian Arcanine – Obstagoon – Houndoom

• Typhlosion often watches the chaos but is quick to join the fray if someone insults his trainer.

• Electrode loves to show its affection by using Self Destruct in people’s faces.

• Darmanitan likes to test boundary’s but Katsuki is always quick to catch whenever it steps out of line.

• Hisuian Arcanine is calm in nature so it can easily separate his trainer from others if he’s misbehaving.

• Obstagoon usually instigates brawls with others in order to test its strength, even its own trainer.

• Houndoom fire has become so hot and visage so terrifying during battle that its earned the nickname “Hellhound”.

Eijiro Kirishima

Lycanroc (Midday) – Tyrannitar – Sir Fetched – Aerodactyl – Gigalith - Tyrantrum

• Lycannroc strives to care for its trainer especially when he overtrains himself.

• Tyrannitar is always training to become stronger, making it the perfect partner in workout.

• Sir Fetched, like Eijiro, possess a “Manly Code of Honor” that earn both respect and puzzlement sometimes from others.

• Aerodactyl has a shy tendency so it takes a while for it to warm up during battles or meeting newcomers.

• Gigalith provides its trainer with occasional gems or items to sell at shops.

• Tyrantrum loves grooming and showing off itself to others with showcase of strength or vanity.

Denki Kaminari

Boltund – Magnezone – Electivire – Togedemaru – Raichu (Alolan) - Galvantula

• Yamper was given to him by his mother and its since evolved due to its devotion.

• Magnezone is always attracting magnetic items to itself so Denki often has to help remove things stuck to it.

• Electivire greatly enjoys music so it never hesitates to share a song or two with others who are willing to listen.

• Togedemaru adores plugging its tail into outlets and often causes power outages.

• Alolan Raichu is truly a snuggle pal but its stray electricity often gives others wild hair or fur styles.

• Galvantula likes to bestow gifts of fine silk to females.

Fumikage Tokoyami

Corviknight – Umbreon – Dusknoir “Dark Shadow” – Marowak (Alolan) – Chandelure – Shiny Delphox “Sir Reaper” (Starter)

• Corviknight belonged to his late mother and now strives to ensure his safety from potential threats.

• Dusknoir drifted from graveyard to graveyard until Fumikage came along and prefers hiding in his shadow.

• Eevee evolved thanks to the special drink “Nyx’s Flower” that he created which is full of all sorts of secret ingredients.

• Marowak’s dances and use of fire type moves captivate all who witness.

• Chandelure chants haunting mantras when its happy.

• Shiny Delphox nicknamed “Sir Reaper” for its swift K.O.s during battles and usage of status type moves.

Shoto Todoroki

Darmanitan (Galarian) – Bisharp –Blaziken (Starter) –Florges – Alolan Vulpix – Vulpix

• Darmanitan gifted by his father so was kept at a distance but since then have become close comrades.

• Bisharp tests Shoto’s sharp thinking but always accepts its trainer’s decisions.

• Blaziken also has a nasty scar from Shoto’s father training it, allowing the two to bond deeper.

• Florges helps remind him that even after summer’s intense heat and winter’s icy cold spring always awaits.

• Alolan Vulpix gifted by his mother, it attempts to soothe others by using healing type moves.

• Vulpix also gifted by his mother, a fierce defender who doesn’t hesitate to place itself between trainer and adversary’s.

[highflygingcon]

25 for  a  protective  starter

starter call 2.0 [Accepting]

D.R.O.N.E.s plating creaked with how tightly gears and struts pressed in to hide Heatwave away from the world. Trojan promised to not get involved. A simple peek to see if some of the last surviving Rescue Corps members truly did live, then back to business.

Then why were they still here? Stalking the group from on high? Swooping at the moment they realized this was no rescue, but a deliberate act of sabotage. The warehouse fire was a smokescreen to hide a bomb.

They did not even think their actions through, now dragging Heatwaveout of the inferno, and in to the bowels of a Decepticon Air Support Platform. They knew Soundwave would know the moment Heatwave would be plugged in to spark support. Part of them did not even care.

Panels shifted, bay doors slamming behind the two, anxious to separate them from where he could be harmed again. "Stay with me, kid." Trojan begged, their voice coming from seemingly everywhere.

[nytehavyn-circle]

(Open starter with muse Tolaas Bluue)

Once again, it was amateur night at the Porkchop, the bar downtown. It wasn't a country bar per se, since it was in the middle of NYC, but it accepted all manner of songs. And that night, there was a live backup band for any singers participating.

Tolaas approached the bar, dressed in a black, country-style, black button-up shirt; his black, pressed jeans; a pair of black snakeskin cowboy boots with silver tips - highly polished; his black Stetson, that he only wore on certain occasions; and a black duster. He had his guitar slung around on his back.

He went over to the sign up sheet at the small table that had a clipboard, and was being watched over by a lovely woman who greeted him with a happy, "Hi there! Welcome! You here to sign up, handsome?"

Tolaas grinned, fangs glinting, and he nodded. "Yup, Feel like pleasin' a crowd tonight," and he winked.

The woman blinked at Tolaas' fangs, squinted, then decided she was seeing things and went back to smiling brightly at Tolaas. "Well, good, because we like all the talent on nights like this, sugar." She slid the clipboard toward him, and Tolaas took the pencil, writing his name on the paper. Right next to his name, he wrote Bad Things by Jace Everett.

The woman looked at the sign up sheet and nodded to tolaas, grinning herself. "That's a damned good song." She ehyed him up and down. "And you certainly got the look for it, don't you," she winked at him. "You're welcome to wait backstage, or in the crowd until your name is called."

Tolaas nodded, gesturing to the crowd. "I think I'll be out here with the crowd. Energy's better out here."

She nodded. "Good luck!"

He headed out into the crowd. Tolaas had always been a social person. Well, over the last couple of centuries, at least. And he said to the hostess at the table was correct - the energy was great out in the crowd. Something like this was what Tolaas needed to be fired up.

The first singer came out. She seemed to be a shy woman. She introduced herself in a shaky voice, and mentioned the song she was going to sing - Chandelier by Sia. Some people in the crowd whistled, some clapped. Then the band started playing. It was only a moment before she started singing. And while her voice was a little shaky starting out, she shortly found her real voice and when she hit the chorus of the song, she showed the crowd exactly what she could do with her vocal chords. The patrons went wild, cheering and clapping. They continued until the song ended. She got one hell of a reaction from the crowd. She ducked her had, grinning and blushing, and then headed off the stage.

A duo went up next, brothers they said. Sang a rendition of the Righteous Brothers' Unchained Melody. They were good, not great, but good. Got a decent reaction from the crowd.

The next two amateurs sang songs you could dance to, and they definitely got people dancing.

It was Tolaas' turn. He went up onto the stage and grinned out at the crowd. "Name's Tolaas," he said, touching the brim of his Stetson, " an' this is Bad Things, by Jace Everett."

He plugged his guitar in, and started playing Then the band joined in. Tolaas' rendition was flawless, his voice was perfectly on pitch. He looked out into the crowd, winking at a couple of women, one who fanned herself, the other was nudged by the guy next to her and given a dirty look. Whoops.

A woman, standing near the middle of the crowd, caught Tolaas' eye, and he grinned at her and stared for a moment longer than he'd looked at anyone else in the crowd.

When he finished, the crowd went nuts with whistles and applause, the women whooped and hollered. Tolaas thanked everyone, unplugged his guitar, and stepped off the stage. He has a flush to his cheeks that had nothing to do with his singing, it had much more to do with how some women in the crowd reacted to him.

He made his way to the bar, and grinned at the bartender. He pulled out some bills, put them on the counter. "Jack, neat. Leave the bottle."

The bartender nodded, did what he was asked, took the money and walked to the register. Tolaas picked up the glass, took a sip, then took the bottle and the glass to an unoccupied (amazing on a night like this) table in the very back. This was perfect. He had done what he came to do, now it was time for him to hide, so to speak.

He flopped down in a seat, facing the crowd, sat the bottle down, drank from his glass, and watched the stage and the crowd.

[redhead-reporter]

"You know, Spider-man COULD appear on my podcast. The fans wouldn't know it's you, since you never talk during livestreams anyways. You could even wear the MASK, or garble your voice a bit in post." MJ pointed out as she made herself comfortable on the corner of their kitchen island. Yes, the ISLAND - sure there were plenty of second hand barstools right there that she could've chosen to eat her breakfast in, but she much preferred sitting on the countertop so that she remained at Peter's eye level while they talked.

And yes, it was THEIRS.

Depending on who you asked? The two of them moving in together had happened very fast or at a GLACIAL pace. For Peter and MJ it had all sort of happened in the blink of an eye - the podcast she'd created after leaving the Bugle had caught fire at such an INCREDIBLE rate that she'd needed to move into an apartment with a second bedroom to dedicate more space to her studio set up. It had just sort of made SENSE, having Peter move in to help (as much as he could) with the higher rent since he was already there almost every day fixing her equipment PRO BONO and sleeping in her bed on the rare occasion the city allowed him a night off. They had the paperwork SIGNED and Peter's meger belongings boxed up before either one of them really had a chance to process what was happening.

Aunt May, on the other HAND? Had all but packed Peter's things herself the afternoon the idea had come up, making thinly veiled comments all the while about how they'd waited LONG ENOUGH to take this step together.

"C'mon, it'd be FUN. You could clear up a bunch of Jameson rumors in a lightning round, tell some of your favorite spidey STORIES. Hell, even plug some friendly neighborhood safety tips if you wanted to. What do you SAY?"

º ✧ 。@localwebslingers gets a starter because SCIENCE