#Tuff seed

[wriothesleybear]

Wriothesley's favorite sex positions

~warnings: mentions of multiple different types of sex positions, cum, squirting, g-spot, pussy, cock, a bit of spanking and hair pulling w/consent, slight possessiveness, fem!reader, MDNI!

Missionary: of course! it's the most intimate position with his partner where he gets to hold them close, looking deeply in their eyes, and having full access to kiss them as they cum on his cock. when he wants to reach deeper, he changes the position to the G-Whiz by putting both of your legs over his shoulders, giving him better access to hit your g-spot with his cock over and over. it usually ends in him pushing your legs to your chest as his pace quickens, your pussy tightening around his cock as you both moan. if your legs are too tired/sore to stay in that position for long, he wouldn't mind the Valedictorian position. it's especially nice for you because he rubs his pelvis against your clit in circles, side to side, up and down, however you like.

Doggy style: he loves seeing your ass jiggle against his pelvis as he pounds into you. he also loves how he's able to watch as his cock slides in and out of your pussy, noticing your juices coating his cock. sometimes, if he's feeling a bit rough and you give him permission, he'll pull your hair, pulling your back against his chest as he wraps an arm around your waist and the other around your throat, his speed increasing, causing you to scream from the pleasure. it sometimes turns into the leap frog if your hands get too tired to hold yourself up. just rest your pretty little head on the pillow as he continues to penetrate you deeper with your ass up in the air like that. he holds onto your hips, keeping you in place as his cock hits all of your soft spots on your walls, his balls slapping against your clit. the sensations becoming too much as you squirt on his cock and he fills your pussy up with his seed.

Cowgirl: sometimes he's just too tired from work and you don't mind pampering him and taking the reigns as you ride him. the view of you riding his cock at a slow pace, bouncing up and down, tits jiggling as you move, just turns him on more. eventually, he'll get a sudden burst of energy and it'll turn into the Cowgirl helper. he'll reposition himself against the bed, bending his knees, getting a better hold on your hips, and just thrusting up into you, trying to meet your thrusts. the expressions of pleasure you make as you get closer to the edge gets him closer as well. he would also like Reverse cowgirl because similar to doggy style, he gets front row seats to watch as your pussy swallows his cock and seeing you move your ass up and down his cock is a pretty damn nice view too.

Face sitting: omg just sit on his face please! if you haven't learned anything from my Pussydrunk!Wriothesley fic, this man loves eating pussy and you sitting on his face is his favorite position to do it. just ride his face, suffocate him with your pussy and squeeze your thighs around his head, and pull his tuffs of hair as you get drunk off the pleasure. his tongue reaches deep inside you, sucking and nibbling on your clit, his strong hands griping your thighs and ass (maybe some slaps on the ass if he's feeling rough). please don't let this man beg and whine like a dog (unless that's what you're into because he will do it).

Spooning: a good position for you two if you're both tired from a long day. it's another intimate position that usually happens in the morning when you two just wake up, hungry for one another and want to continue to cuddle. he holds you closely as you two enjoy each other's warmth to avoid the morning coldness. his pace is slow as he's still sleepy, he leaves sweet little kisses that lead from your neck to your shoulder as his hands slowly explore your body, making sure to squeeze his favorite places. sometimes you two do the reverse spoon when you want to face one another as you make love, he holds your leg as you have it wrapped around his waist. gazing into each other's eyes, getting lost in deep, slow, passionate kisses as you move together in rhythm between the sheets. the love and passion fills your heart, overwhelming you as you both cum together, whining his name as you shake in his hold. he shushes you, saying "there, there" as he rubs your back, moving your hair out of your face to pepper your face in kisses, leaving one final kiss on your forehead and saying "I love you".

Table top: he uses this one a lot when he fucks you on his desk. the view of you laying so explicitly on the work papers on his desk, lust filled eyes as you beg him to fuck you, how can he deny you. he holds you close by your hips/thighs, thrusting into you as his thighs slap against your ass, the sound of skin slapping against skin echos in the room. your back slides against the desk, your hands move desperately trying to find something to hold onto. he notices this and leans over, telling you to wrap your arms around his neck and to hold onto him tightly. you do as he says, pulling him into a kiss as he pounds you against his desk. the kiss muffles your moans as you cream around his cock, shaking against his body as he holds you close and cums as well.

Flatiron or Snake: i think i've written about this position before with Wrio. he usually uses a pillow to hold your hips up. its a good position for him to grind you against the bed as your clit rubs against the sheets/pillow. the combined stimulation of his cock and the clit grinding brings you over the edge fairly quickly, overstimulating you. ugh but the feel of him squishing you against the bed, his toned chest pushing against your back, rubbing against you, yes please !

Upstanding citizen: one of the other positions you two use when you have a quicky in his office. he holds you up against the wall or door with your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks you against it. Your back thumps against the door, a bit embarrassed that others can hear what he's doing to you, but you don't worry about that for long as the pleasure clouds your mind. he also likes it when it's reversed, your chest pressed against the door as he fucks you from behind. if your moans get too loud, he puts a hand over your mouth, whispering in your ear that you have to be quiet or the guards standing outside will hear you. he feels your walls squeeze around him when he says that, making him smirk. "You like the idea of us getting caught, don't you? Having people hear you as I fuck your pussy. Well, I don't mind either. This way, everyone knows who you belong to." his possessiveness shows with this one. he removes his hand from your mouth, letting your moans free for everyone to hear as he makes you cum on his cock over and over.

[quadratic-shipping]

I'm voting for the tuff golem btw

[yeyinde]

OK but i need to know if price allows his wife to trim his beard …can you please write a drabble on it to feed my price addiction

Oh, absolutely!! I bet it’s easier for him to have someone he trusts cut his hair for him. His beard, though—I imagine he grooms it himself (too many oh, sir, you should cut it this way—), and he prefers a straight razor over a blade. If he really, really trusts you, he'll let you do it for him, but he's been grooming his beard since he was 28, and so. No one does it better than he does. 

His hair, however? He considers it a free cut.

》 WARNINGS: Um. Just some domestic bliss, really. Bantering. Allusions to sexual content, PTSD, and trust issues (not as serious as it sounds; just briefly mentioned). This is basically just gratuitous fluff. This was written with absolutely no discernible characteristics for the Reader—gender-neutral reader 》 WORD COUNT: 1,9k

"Hold still."

"Holdin' as still as I can, love."

His words are thick—little more than a grumble rasped into the collar of his shirt, distorted from the tilt of his head, chin resting on his sternum. 

To someone else, his tone might be misconstrued as waspish; a scathing snap sawed between his clenched teeth, and coloured in a thick paint of impatience. 

But you know him more than most, and the huffiness of his tone only serves to amuse you. 

(Your irascible man.)

Still. 

Your fingers snake through the overgrown locks on the top of his hand until you have a fistful trapped tight between each of your digits, and then you tug just so. A warning. Not enough to hurt him, of course, but enough that it makes him tense—makes him groan. 

His voice loses the surly pinch, and sounds decidedly breathless—a fact that makes you stifle a grin. 

"Gonna start somethin' you can't finish, you bloody minx."

"Gonna cut your skin if you don't stop wriggling around," you volley back. 

He huffs, shoulders slumping down with his sharp exhale. "Just get on with it. Getting stiff sittin' like this."

You ease off the clutch of his hair, but keep the locks between your fingers, eyeing the length, before nodding to yourself, and bringing the scissors close to the tuffs spilling out. 

The snipping sound of the shears cutting through his hair fills your small washroom. His shoulders seem to relax, if only slightly, as you work. 

You cut the locks between your pinky and ring finger shorter than the rest, and wince. 

"You know," you murmur, brows furrowing as you try to gauge whether or not it's passable enough to be overlooked, or if you'll need to cut all of it shorter to match. "You could go to a barber. A professional."

He grunts. You know what he's going to say before he says it, and you wordlessly mimic the words that leave his lips:

"Cheaper this way, ain't it?" He drops his chin when you nudge his head. 

Cutting his hair has become a small tradition between you, one that started a few months into your relationship when he showed up at your door, three hours late to a planned date with a bucket hat on his head, and a package of forget-me-nots in his hand (seeds, he said, because flowers will wilt and die in a day but if you plant them in your garden, they'll regrow forever). His hair was longer than usual, curling just under his chin, and the sight of him—so frazzled and unkempt compared to how put together he normally was—made something inside of you ache.

He'd rushed here as soon as he could, complaining that his flight was delayed, and his barber quit on him, and all the while, your fingers itched with the urge to run them through his overgrown locks, to feel the silken hair against your palm. 

(To grip tight and not let go.)

The words slipped out with very little conscious thought: I can cut it for you. 

He seemed almost caught off-guard, but the obvious discomfort of having his hair tickle the nape of his neck made his acquiescence much easier. 

You discovered that night just how much you liked having his hair in your hands, and he seemed to realise that fucking you against the wall, while you tugged on his freshly cut hair, in lieu of payment was much more preferable than dealing with a barber. 

"No," he grouses. "They're always goin' on 'bout undercuts, and tryin'a get me to shave my chops, and I ain't dealin' with that when I 'ave you." 

"Free labour?" 

"Hardly." He scoffs. "Gonna break my damned back one of these days, you bloody—"

"—hold still, love," the stolen endearment makes him shudder, but he quiets when you rest the flat of the blade over the crest of his ear, cutting the overgrown hair around his sideburns. "That's it. Good boy."

"Keep playing with me, love, and I'll show you who's a good—" 

Another tug. His scorching words taper off into a growl. 

"You don't seem to complain much when you pull me in for another round—ah, ah—" You tug his hair again when he moves, fighting a wide grin. The plastic handles of the scissors slide back until it arches off the back of your hand, thumb brushing the loose hair from behind his ear. "God, you're so stubborn. You want to get cut, don't you?"

"Trust you not to leave me a bloody mess by the end of this." 

With his chin dipped so far down into his collar, his words are honey-thick and robust, and the deep cadence alone makes your toes curl in your slippers. 

"Trust me that much, hmm?" 

Despite the transparent barb, the tease in your slightly breathless tone, he doesn't hesitate. "With my life." 

"Aren't you a charmer?" 

"Almost done? I'll show you how charming I can be—"

"Nearly. Would've finished an hour ago if you'd keep still."

He grumbles again, but the words are swallowed by the snip of the scissors. An impasse blooms in the scant space between your front, and his broad back. Comfortable, like all silences with him have become. Despite your griping, cutting his hair is soothing—intimate in a way you'd never come to expect it to be. 

It might be the explicit trust he places in your hands when you direct him to tilt his chin for you at a mere tap against his jaw, or the crown of his head. Wordlessly following your commands as soon as they're conveyed. 

To anyone else, such a display is commonplace, but you've been through the thick of everything to know that exposing his neck in such a vulnerable way to you, and so soon after a mission, is more meaningful than any declaration of trust could ever be. The innate drive to protect his fragile pieces from harm often leads to him flinching away from the sharp end of the shears, but it diminishes just as quickly as it rears, and he sits, docile and accommodating, for you. Allowing you this minuscule power over him. 

Maybe that's why he refuses to see a barber, opting to let you chop his hair in whichever style you deem attractive instead. Explaining to someone else why he's so tense, why he sometimes can't stifle the small jerk when cold metal kisses the nape of his neck, seems tiresome. The unneeded opening of a barely healed scab. 

It was a battle getting him to open up to you, to let you invade his space, and squeeze through the splinters in his resolve when it became clear that you weren't going anywhere that wasn't with him. 

The thought of it alone warms you. The ache in your joints from holding your hands still, cutting through the thick tufts of hair, feels like a small burden in comparison to what he's shown you with this. 

It's been barely five hours since he touched down at Heathrow. His duffle bag is still packed. His fatigues are still on. He hadn't even showered off the stench of the mission, or scoured the blood and dirt from between his nails, and yet—

You tap his cheek. His head lifts, and then lists to the side. The smooth curve of his neck is exposed. His exterior vein throbs through his sun-kissed skin. 

Affection blossoms in your chest. 

"Missed you." 

The words are barely a whisper, but his eyes peel open, icy blue finding yours as you lean over him, getting the last patch of hair near his temple. 

John says nothing in response, but he doesn't have to. You see it all—feel it. The vein in his neck throbs more intensely as his heart rate picks up, and that alone is more than an echoed sentiment in return. It's enough. 

But still:

His hand lifts with a deliberate slowness until the pads of his fingers kiss your wrist. He burns red-hot—skin just as fiery as his temper—and the warmth of his rough skin bleeds into you when he wraps his full palm over your arm, thumb brushing your flesh in a distinct pattern. 

When you recognise it, you falter. 

It isn't quite Morse code, but it's something he taught you on the eighth date when you asked if the wordless hand signals were accurate in the movie you'd just seen. His hand found yours as he led you out of the theatre, and down the cold, wet streets of Liverpool. 

"No," he snorted, derisively. And then spent the three blocks back to your flat showing you the different commands they used in the SAS, and the ones he taught his men. "If you can, skin on skin is better. Less likely to be seen. We save it for hostage situations. Like this—"

Blisteringly intense cerulean never wavers from yours as he lets you feel the words he rasps over your skin. 

You try not to tremble with the shears pressed too close to his skin, and quietly pull them away. He watches as you place them on the ledge of the vanity, hand never releasing yours. 

You brush the loose hair from his shoulders, trying to hide a smile.

"All done." 

John hums, the noise a crackling ember that fills the hush in the room, and notches between your ribs where it sticks against your thudding heart. 

"What's the verdict?"

"Why don't you see for yourself?"

Loose hair falls from his shoulders when he stands until it dusts across the tile below his feet. He leans over the sink, shaking his head above the basin, before settling, angling his chin as he takes in your shoddy handiwork. 

"Looks good."

You snort. "Sure. I'll have to go over it once you finish showering because someone wouldn't sit still long enough for me to clip around your crown, and—"

He turns to face you, and the playful diatribe is cut off when his warm palms fit against your hips. It's his turn to tug, and he does so with a sharp jerk of his wrists, pulling you taut to his chest. 

His eyes bore down into yours, mirthful blue. "Yes, yes," his eyes roll briefly toward the ceiling, lips curling into a soft smirk. "But someone kept tryin'a clip my ears, and pullin' on my hair."

"Someone, eh?" You volley coyly, reaching up, and curling your fingers into the bristles of hair spilling from his cheeks. 

At your gentle touch, his expression shifts to contemplative. His chin tilts when your nails graze his skin. 

"You like my beard, don't you?" 

Your brow lifts in question. "Yes, you know I do. Why? The boys making fun of you for it?"

"Gaz said I looked like an Edwardian lord—" you snort at the comparison. He pinches your side. "Watch it."

"Is that all?"

"Soap said they're grabable."

"Yeah, they are," you purr, taking in as much as you can in your fists. "Very steerable, too. But why is Soap concerned about that?"

"Said someone could grab 'em. Drag me by 'em, and—"

"Like his mohawk?"

He concedes your point with a flash of teeth. "You don't think I need to trim 'em?"

"And lose my handlebars? No way—"

His darken. "Dirty little thing, aren't you?" 

"For you? Always." 

"Mmm," he tilts his chin down, and presses his mouth to yours, teeth nipping your bottom lip. "Insatiable little minx."

"You love it." 

"You know I do." His hands tighten on your hips, fingers digging into your flesh. When you peer up at him, his pelagic gaze turns turbid with desire. "Now, about your payment…"

[sonic-fankid-showdown]

Poll 23, Round 1.

About Vallerie: (by @so-called-egg; art by @head---ache) (Origin) After project Sonadow failed, Dr. Eggman did something he thought he'd never do - Without the intervention of sonic, he stepped down from the project to do something easier. This action fills him with great shame, so he names the project after that: Trying to combine the DNA of The Ultimate Lifeform and the second physically strongest hedgehog he's ever seen, Project SHAME. Though, as all things go, word of the project gets out, Sonic and the gang defeat Doctor Eggman once again, and they rescue the baby from the tube! Having that it's Shadow and Amy's DNA, Amy wants to raise it with Shadow! (Personality) Vallerie is a strong, independent woman. She's got a Tuff Girl exterior, but when you get to know her she's really just a sweetheart - like those biker guys with the kittens. If you ever get in a jam you can count on Val to help you out! .. Unless you get into too many jams too frequently. She's not a saint, she will get annoyed! She also made all her friends call her "Eerie" when she was 13-16 (Abilities) Having her on your side is definitely a good idea, as she's not only strong of will and heart, but physically as well! While she never really figured out how to run as fast as Shadow or Sonic, Her strength topples both of her parents' !!

About Aurora: (by @adhd-sonic-the-hedgehog) oc based on the seed baby that cosmo gave to tails

[pumpkinpot]

BG3 X farmers market booths

farmers market season is upon us and I am an avid faire/con/market goer. I loved the entire side quest in BG3 involving the traveling circus, and it got me thinking.... What kind of booth or show would each of the bg3 companions have?

There is only a few ways I could see the troupe actually agreeing to participate one is they are really low on funds and the other is an investigation. either works for these ideas.

Roland: He mentions that he has a big interest in making magical education more accessible to the masses so I feel that that would be a bit part of his booth. you know those booths at farmers markets that all sell secondhand books on rolling carts? I feel like that's the vibe. He has posters for magical workshops being hosted at Razmith and cozy chairs for people to sit around under and umbrella and read for a while.

Karalach/ Dammon: they decided to put their skills together and forge artisanal cloak pins and other fineries. its really helpful having someone who can heat the metals so quickly so dammon can craft quicker. Its not long that they have to eventually raise their prices because everyone at the faire wants one of their hair pins or spoon rings.

Astarion/ Scratch: He was offered a place in the kissing booth that he immediately turned down. Of course, his alternative idea was a blood drive. cheeky bastard. in the end he settled for animal handler. Believe it or not, once he no longer had to rely on animals as his food source he found he was quite good with them. He got the idea from constantly having to repair scratches ball, so he decided, with some help from Halsin, to make toys that cannot be destroyed no matter how tuff your pet. He also sells bandanas with tracking spells woven into them and treats that let your dog speak for an hour or two. Him and scratch make an adorable team, people commenting consistently on their matching hair and bandanas. He sells the most of anyone at the fair, followed closely by Halsin.

Halsin: Mans forgot that yall are here to make money. He decided make a booth for pollination education. He has a lepidopterarium for people who want to hold butterflies while he tells them the importance of local wildflowers. Everyone that visits the booth gets a seed bomb. when he was told he actually needed to sell something he settled on honey he harvested. He has to ask you what people mean when they say he's of "beekeeping age," and what "forest daddy" means.

Gale: Idk where this came from really, but I feel like he has a candle booth. but enchanted candles. hear me out. "this candle smells like the first warm day of the year, when the sun touches your skin for the first time in months," o, "this candles you can poor on your skin to heal a pulled muscle or burn," or "this candle influences your dreams and takes you where you want to go."

Blurg/Omeluum: Naturally, they have a mushroom booth. But not just mushrooms. Burg took one culinary class and decided he needed to open a food truck, but everything was mushrooms. fried mushroom poppers, mushroom tacos, balsamic mushroom skewers.. Omeluum is just happy to be able to be in public now with its partner.

My Tav (October): The plan to have a spider booth was shot down pretty quickly, so there needed to be a compromise. October decided to have a crochet booth with tons of different projects like blankets, stuffed animals, cowls etc. but they were all made by spiders. Pino was the only one present for the market and a few people wanted to hold her, though most moved along upon hearing the labour practices of Octs products.

Authors Note: I would love to write a second part to this, I just don't have the spoons at this moment. If you have anything else you'd like to see let me know!

Link to Master list (I do not have a gaming masterlist yet. Hopefully more to come!)

[iheartguyswithmachetes]

more twdg season 2 headcanons and baseless accusations (mostly luke)

- The first bit of the apocalypse Nick, Pete and Nick’s mom stayed with Luke and his family until it got overrun by walkers (twd season 2 esque) and then they hit the road and met Carver, so between being isolated on the farm and Carver’s camp they never *really* knew how bad things had gotten until they left (hence why eleven year old Clem who’s been out in the open with Christa so long is more fucking competent than half of them)

- Luke’s machete is actually a family heirloom/was gifted to him, might have his initials or a family name or something engraved on the handle

- Luke moved back home to his small town after college but def did an internship or at least tried to break into something related to his degree- I like to think he might have gone into Art Restoration or Curation

- Nick never had any siblings or cousins really, Pete might have been married once but kids never came of it, he might have gotten divorced when Nick was young and having to step up and be Nick’s father figure didn’t leave him a lot of time for his own family.

- On that note: Nick was always super close to Luke’s parents (and siblings?), having a mom who was probably a working mother he would spend a lot of dinners and sleepovers at Luke’s.

- If Luke does have siblings I can only picture him having sisters- maybe Nick just takes up that brother spot in my mind. If I had to be delulu about it Luke’s probably the middle child, high sense of independence, strong social skills, sharing behaviours etc. But I also think being the only boy in his family and growing up in what was probably a small southern town cultivated his whole leadership skills, even if he doesn’t like confrontation

- Sarah had a horse girl phase- or maybe was one when we meet her in the apocalypse. She also definitely did Kumon.

- Sarah’s mom died pre-apocalypse or in the earlier days, meaning Carlos was always very protective of her from early on and her having anxiety or PTSD as we see in the game clearly lead to him sheltering her but I think the death of her mom either pre or early apocalypse would also add to that

- I like to think that Carver pre apocalypse had a pretty shitty life where maybe he didn’t have a lot of power OR he had jobs where he had a bit of power and it kind of got to his head, like the teacher from The Breakfast Club for example. I think he saw the apocalypse as, obviously a bad thing, but also a way out of his menial life and an opportunity to have powers over others

- I don’t believe the Carver being Luke’s dad theory HOWEVER I do think that Luke’s dad was probably also a gruff n tuff older man, I don’t think he was on Carver’s level but I definitely think that Luke’s dad was a hard-ass southern man (hence “minor in agriculture to make the old man happy”) and I think that would also explain why Luke doesn’t like confrontation despite liking control and a leadership role, I don’t think his dad was abusive or anything and I think Luke probably had a good homelife but I also think that maybe there was a seed of resentment there and some ways that his dad was that was part of the reason why Luke, despite being shown to be conflict avoidant and a mediator “butted heads” with Carver so much and why they seemed to have such a weird beef going on

anyway these are baseless accusations to twdg season 2 characters

[beanghostprincess]

(Trans women usopp has stolen my heart I think just love women in general ) Usopp Robin and Nami have a nice self care day with just the girls. (Chopper is invited too, they can't say no to him.) They stay in the shower room, they fill the bath and run the showers on hot. They play relaxing music, Nami bought lavender shower steamers, Robin lit candles. Usopp gets sanji to make hors d'oeuvres and fancy drinks he leaves them at the bathroom door. No peeking!

Chopper brought a video transponder snail to watch a movie. Usopp does their hair she's been practicing her braiding. She gave Robin a nice Dutch braid and Nami a mermaid tail. She also curled copper's little tuff of fur on his head, in return robin has been researching how to do textured hair and gave her a French braid and afro puff combo.

While they were relaxing and talking Luffy showed up asking what they were doing? Nami scolds him for coming in knowing that they're all naked and asks why is he even here? and close the door he knows how fast Brooke and Sanji are.

Luffy explained he only came into the bathroom because he needed to poop (no manners whatsoever) and Zoro was using the other bathroom to meditate. Robin and Usopp are not really affected by his antics and just enjoy Nami yelling at him. Luffy being unfazed by her tongue lashing casually sits down and eats the treats Sanji made for them. He doesn't get why it's such a big deal. Like you're just naked, plus chopper is here and he's not a girl and he's seen usopp naked before (granted this was pre-transition but I guess his point still stands)

Robin invites him to join them but lock the door. You may be the exception but the others are not. Despite Nami's protests Luffy has already stripped and jumped in slashing every one ( imagine getting so far in his journey to become the king of the pirates only to die in bathwater). She sighed in defeat and just accepted that he's here, could be worse.

They continue what they were talking about. Nami is learning how to make hail and she made a tornado by accident of course and she's still trying to recreate it.

Usopp learned how to crossbreed one of her poison pop seeds and her thorny pop seats and made a new weapon. She's also trying to make a pleasant smelling corpse plant. She tried roses, lavender and even sage. But nothing works. Nami suggests that maybe she should use tangerines to cross breed.

Robin has been researching about a vase she found, made of wood and clay. Apparently it's from an island that is isolated from the rest of the world. Everything is handmade or out of scratch, their recipes, their clothing even their soaps. All of their food is homegrown and their meat is known as the best meat in the world.

Luffy didn't need any more convincing he got out and commanded Franky to change course to go to find this island. (Sanji and Brooke tackled Luffy demanding every juicy detail of what he saw in there.) Of course everyone had to get out and get to their stations ruining their whole little spa day. Nami was specifically pissed because she's the navigator.

I love women too <- A lesbian.

This is such a cute and adorable idea!!! I love them!!! I've always thought Nami and Robin let Usopp join their girl nights even before coming out bc they've always felt safe around her, and when she came out it wasn't really a surprise to them tbh. Their spa day looks so cozy and relaxing (until they interrupt them)!! It sounds great. They'd do this 100%. And Luffy would stay bc Luffy is Luffy and the concept of intimacy for him isn't really a thing. Plus bold of you to assume he's a man. Non-binary king, that's what he is. Also Chopper staying with them also makes sense and it's extremely cute!!! Sanji is literally dying to go in there lmfao-- Not to make this about Sanuso but I think he waits by the bathroom door like a wet dog to see his girlfriend again. He misses her! Clingy golden retriever.

[pumpkinsy0]

Headcanons for Mexican American Dallas who feels a bit self conscious about not being seen as conventionally attractive? (Bonus points for Tim comforting him)

mexican american dallas makes a return,,, whats good man,,,

•OK BEFORE I START ALLOW ME TO EXPLAIN, dally being self conscious isnt him exactly hiding those attributes of himself, he doesnt hide it, but that doesnt mean he LIKES it, he makes self degrading comments and ppl pass it off, but if u squint, its pretty obvious he is self conscious, but if u told him that he’d laugh at u for a multitude of reasons

•also i dont think his self hatred is just contained to himself, hes not above not making comments about others and their features, but its not really out of genuine malice and hatred for what he is, its just like a,,,deep rooted self hatred, pls tell me u get what i mean

•NOW when it comes to dally back in brooklyn, part of what made him feel insecure was that he just didnt grow up w ppl that looked like him, he grew up in a mainly white neighborhood so nobody rlly looked like him, thats also kinda y hes not connected to his culture id say

•im gonna say that if theres one part about him be’d rlly focus on in particular, id say he doesnt like his nose that much and right after that is his hair and how curly it is, dally canonically doesnt grease his hair and i imagine for this that his hair being curly is part of the reason y, it takes quite a long time to do it

•bc he doesnt grease his hair and thats like, a kinda big part of the greaser culture, he feels a bit like an outsider for it. hes not connected to his mexican heritage and hes not 100% “committed” to being a greaser either in his eyes, so i feel like that messes w him a bit. some times he even watches pony or soda grease their hair and focuses on it being straight, soda and pony r the ones in the gang ppl see to have “tuff hair” and dally thinks their hair being straight is part of the reason y it is

•dally would even go as far as to call johnny lucky for having straight hair, its comments like those that show that he has a bit of self hatred

•id say dally compares himself to the curtis bros quite a bit actually. theyre seen as the “golden family” amongst the gang, and how they look isnt lost amongst dally at all, dally thinks hes just a complete lost cause bc of how he looks and how he doesnt have a chance bc of it, so he rlly doesnt even try to accomplish anything in particular and kinda, does whatever, like a “nobody cares for what i do, so why should i” thing

•id say tim, kinda feels the same way???? but the difference w him is, he tries to still make something of himself. yea he feels like hes not getting as far as the curtis’ would, but he still tries to do his own thing, and he tries getting dally to do the same sometimes, he doesnt push him, but he does plant the seed

•now if hes pale, this is a COMPLETELY different case scenario, but if hes tan, i think he’d look at the curtis bros and just feel a type of way, he doesnt say anything about it, but he doesnt rlly like being near the curtis bros for too long, hes had ppl make comments about how he looks near them, and it annoys him more than anything, so he keeps his distance from them physically, but i think johnny being there helps him a lil

•ok ifffff im not wrong, pls correct me if i am, not too well versed on this topic, but the chicano movement started in like 1965???? somewhere in the 60s, so i think it would b interesting if dally caught wind of it, and it kind of inspires him??in a way??? i hope what im saying makes sense, like it inspires him to look at things differently about the world and himself, considering the movement talked about political AND social issues (like i said, correct me if im wrong or feel free to switch this up a bit, trying my best here💔💔)

•idk if u like,,,,hc the shepards to also b mexican american or if u just want them to stand in like #pocsolidarity, but maybe it was tim who introduced it to dally, and dally was like “mannnn shut up, im not trynna hear that rn” but dally would lowkey b thinking about it a bit more

•going back to that earlier hc, i think what really makes tim pay attention to what dally says IS bc of the comments dally makes towards ppl who look like him, its especially true if u wanna make the shepards mexican, bc most of the comments he makes is towards tim and curly, he even does it to johnny but not as much honestly, but ESPECIALLY the comments he makes towards curly bc of curlys obviously curly hair and how dally feels about his own, that makes tim think, what is UP w this guy

•honestly, i wouldnt say tim “comforts” him, but he does sure make dally think about what he says bc sometimes he just responds w “what is ur problem w it”, at most the closest he gets to comforting is when dally makes a comment about himself and tim calmly goes “i dont mind the look”

[dragonbanexxi]

Soul of Bronze; Blood of Fire

***Not Canon Compliant!!!***

Helaena Targaryen X OC Targaryen Royce

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The Heir of Runestone would often joke that he should be referred to as Rhaegar Stone. Seeing as his father (Prince Daemon Targaryen) had no want for him and his mother (Lady Rhea Royce) was long dead. All jokes end when he and Ser Gerold Royce are summoned to the capitol by none other than King Viserys the First of his Name. The King wanting nothing more than to bring his estranged nephew into the fold, Viserys offers Rhaegar his so called Targaryen Right. A betrothal to the Princess Helaena and the chance to claim a dragon. Will Rhaegar be able to claim such a beast? Even if his valyrian skills were lacking? Prince Aemond seems to think so. Though he’s mostly is just thrilled to finally have someone around who’s willing to be his friend. Also the court begins to notice that the Princess Helaena seems to have taken a liking to the new prince. Much to her mothers dismay, who’s fighting tooth and nail to have the girl be given to Aegon. Something neither sibling wanted. To Rhaegar everything was going smoothly until the news of Laena Velaryon death had dampen everything.

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Chapter 15: Daemon

Driftmark PT. 2

The Gods are teaching him humility, Daemon thinks as his indigo eyes peer into his eldest sons frame. Rhaegar Targaryen was sitting on the other side of the dinner table. Chatting peacefully with Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys.

The living embodiment of his cosmic debt he has created for himself, has manifested in the form of his firstborn son. The boy looks just like his mother, Daemon’s late Bronze Bitch. The blood of the Firstmen runs thick through the boys vein. Rhaegar wasn’t too tall, though he had a stocky build and broad shoulders, like most descendants of the Firstmen.

When Rhaegar had been born, Daemon was convinced he couldn’t be his. The child had tuffs of raven haired curls, like those of Daemon’s late good father. Rhaegar had been frail baby, on the brink of the Strangers wrath as they say. Daemon had called Rhea a whore, for straying out their marriage bed. Had threaten to have her sent to Oldtown to have her recant her sins to the High Septon and have her walk; the walk of atonement. Any other day Rhea would have argued back and defend herself from him. Yet that day she had been oddly quiet and that had unnerved him.

“At least hold him Daemon. Just once.” Her voice steady with no ounce of anxious betrayal.

Against his better judgement, Daemon carefully took the small bundle into his arms with a heavy sneer. Baby Rhaegar wiggled in his arms. Perhaps attempting to get comfortable. He’d made a noise of complaint in his fathers arms. All the Dragon rider could do was stare. Suddenly the baby sneezed softly, opening his eyes to Daemon for the first time. They were the purest lavender eyes Daemon had ever seen. The man swallowed a nervous gulp and glared at the arrogant expression his Bronze Bitch held. The Rogue Prince had ultimately lost that round.

At the time, Rhaegar’s birth had been the worst day of his life. Hell even up until a few months ago the boy hadn’t even graced his mind. It had Laena who had begun to plant that seed into his head during her second pregnancy. A seed of introducing the girls to their brother. Bringing his estranged son into the fold and coexist as a family. An unusual wave of remorse and regret swirled through him. Daemon hadn’t been able to do that for his late wife. For ten and four years Daemon hadn’t bothered to check up on the boy. Knowing well the Bronze Cunt, Ser Gerold would take care of him well. Daemon wasn’t going to start to caring about the boy, just because Laena wanted him too. Daemon was counting on the new baby to bring a halt to Laena’s silly notions of reunion with Rhaegar. However he hadn’t counted on the new baby ending it this way. Laena had been so healthy during her pregnancy, never once did Daemon expect her to die.

Yet here he sat, dressed up in his darkest mourning attire playing the part of a grieving husband, to best of his capabilities.

His attention brought back to the dinner table. They were having a plentiful array of salted fish, salads and even some mutton. The dinning room was dimly lit by scented candles. It was giving Daemon a slight headache, not that he’d ever say it out loud. Rhaegar sat in between his betrothed and Prince Aemond, across from the Sea Snake and the Queen Who Never Was.

“So tell us Rhaegar, how did a young lad like you manage to tame such a fearsome beast, like the cannibal?” Daemon heard the Sea Snake ask his son.

The Rouge Prince hadn’t known Rhaegar had claimed a dragon until he arrived at Driftmark with his wife’s dead body in tow. Corlys had been the one to break the news to him. Also told him the boy had been knighted. To say Daemon was shocked was an understatement. The man was utterly flabbergasted. His son not only claimed a dragon, he managed to claim a wild one, securing himself knighthood while at it. Truth be told he had expected Rhaegar to claim Silverwing. She was a gentler dragon, patient enough for children to ride.

“With a lot of fear but with an equal amount of determination” the juvenile spoke “though I think Prince Aegon reciting the prayer of the mother repeatedly, truly did the trick.” Rhaegar joked.

Eliciting a laugh from those around him. Even the Queen Alicent chuckled, and smiled at the boy genuinely.

Daemon leans back into his chair, not touching his food at all. He realizes that his son doesn’t have to try too hard to be like-able. People seem to just flock to him. Like he was made of honey, attracting flies left and right. Neither Daemon nor Viserys had that talent at Rhaegar’s age. Viserys being the more introverted bookish type, and Daemon; well he liked picking fights with people and that’s not a trait of being like-able at all.

Still it’s fascinating to hear his spawn’s tale of how he bonded with his dragon and knighted the very same day. Of course his son would be a brilliant boy, he was Daemon Targaryen’s son after all. That had to count for something. It was in the boys blood to be a great warrior. Theirs was the blood of fire, the way of the dragon.

An arrogant smirk emerging on the Rogue’s face, at the thought of how such a young accomplished boy came from his line and not Otto Hightowers.

“His grace has told us that your are to marry the Princess Helaena” Rhaenys says picking at her salted fish.

Rhaegar and the Hightower girl share a look. Both turning a light shade of pink. Daemon almost sneers.

“Yes they are to be wed soon” Viserys say happily. Smiling from ear to ear, causing Daemon to grip his fork harshly.

The thought of his blood mixing with that of the Lord Cunt makes stomach weak. Eventually the topic moves on from Rhaegar and they begin to chat about more mundane things.

The Queen’s children and the Princess Rhaenyra’s children are sent off to bed. Lady Baela and Lady Rhaena are also sent to their chambers. Rhaegar decides he must follow as well but is stopped by the Sea Snake.

“You’ve been knighted by his grace Lord Rhaegar” Lord Corlys pats the Heir of Runestones shoulder “You’re a man grown. Stay longer” Daemon’s son nods a little unsurely.

“It’s actually Prince Rhaegar” the King says in a proud tone. Daemon raises a brow to his brother, as if to question him, why?

Viserys ignores his brother but simply says “My nephews proper titles are “Rhaegar of the houses Targaryen and Royce, Prince of Runestone” said the King. The Prince of Runestone blushes once more. The boy needs to grow out of that pesky habit, Daemon sneers to himself.

“Titles his sons will carry, and their sons after. He and Helaena’s descendants will be a cadet branch of ours, House Targaryen-Royce.”

Those around them support their Kings will with smiles. Yet Daemon couldn’t help himself. Stirring the pot was his favorite pastime after all.

“I’m sure my Rhea must be rolling in her grave” he snickers. His sons hateful lavenders eyes glaring at his sire, Daemon sees the boy clench his fist.

“How I do miss my Bronze Bit-“

“Don’t talk about her!” Rhaegar snarls furiously.

The rest of the adults grow eerily silent. The King stands up from his seat also glaring at his brother.

“Daemon I’m warning you-“

“Please it’s not like I said anything offensive, I’ve always referred to her as my Bronze Bitch.”

Rhaegar moved in lightning speed.

Daemon felt a painful sting on his nose, and then another, this time the bone cracking. Crimson liquid began to ooze out the Rogue Prince’s regal nose and mouth.

Gasps we’re heard throughout the dinning room, the King ordering the King’s Guards to separate the two in a booming commanding voice.

Rhaegar with surprising strength and raging fury for a fourteen year old, the Heir of Runestone managed to lift his father and slam him to the table, clutching him by the collar of his fine doublet.

“Speak about my mother or any of my kin again, and I’ll kill you myself!” Rhaegar growls with the ire of a thousand burning flames. Daemon doesn’t do anything to defend himself. A sick part of him was oddly proud of his spawn.

The King’s Guard knights finally managed to pull the angry prince off of his father. The Queen Alicent puts a protective hand on the boys shoulders, checking to see if he’s alright. While Rhaenyra goes to her uncles aid.

“Another word out you Daemon and you’ll be exiled back to Pentos!” The King roars. “I will not have my nephew disrespected in front of me!”

Both he and Alicent herd Rhaegar and walk the raven haired knight to his chambers.

“Rhaenyra go to your children” His grace commands his heir before leaving the hall.

The Princess gives her uncle a look. Daemon understands that it means to find her later.

Everyone else rush out the dinning room in suite. Dinner has ended for tonight. Leaving only Rhaenys, Corlys and Daemon.

The Sea Snake lets out a hearty laugh, his wife giving him a confused look while Daemon just glares at him.

“Finally” Corlys says laughing “A proper Valyrian born into the family”

His wife picks up her goblet of wine “I suppose dragon blood runs thicker in some than others.”

Daemon wipes his nose on his sleeve. His arrogant smile wide and bloody,

“Well he is my son.”

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I lied. For some reason my mind has been able to write more for this fic than my other one. I hope you guys enjoy another early chapter! ❤️comments are always welcomed!

[sm-baby]

What mob are you voting for the minecraft mob vote? 👀

Personally I'm going for the sniffer mob but I wanna know urs! I won't judge because all the mobs seem rlly neat :D !

EDIT: I JUST REALIZED THAT I MIGHT COME OFF AS MAD OR JUDGMENTAL HERE, IM NOT, IM JUST IN OVER-ANALYSIS MODE, GOOD FOR YOU FOR WHATEVER MOB YALL VOTE, AND IM GLAD YOU'RE NOT BEING JUDGEMENTAL <33

these have been my overall thoughts on general mob votes lately:

But honestly, I'm (unsurprisingly) In it for the Tuff golems. They charm me the same way people were captivated by the Glare; overall useless, and you know it's useless, but they provide a little sense of companionship and make the world feel more alive. I would love those little fellas to wander around in my little village and help the villagers.

I am hesitant because I don't trust the Minecraft team to code them well enough. they might be incredibly underwhelming or frustrating-- like- you want them to stay asleep but they don't, or they just won't drop the item they picked up.

The Rascal - Again, I don't trust coding to be good with them. I predict two things: 1.) They're going to be annoying like the wandering trader. 2.) It might take FOREVER to find them only to be underwhelmed by an iron pickaxe that would be made FASTER if you had just mined yourself. The only thing I can think of that could potentially save this mob is if it drops VERY useful loot, like diamonds, diamond pickaxes, discs, or netherite; Then Players would actually be HYPED AS HELL to stumble upon them

The Sniffer - Overrated in my opinion. I know yall say that they're cute but I'm not really charmed by their design. Which is-- fair, we all have different tastes, The golem is what I find most adorable in the bunch. I'm not really the most ecstatic about them because they're not-- really gonna be too of use for us. Yes, they get seeds but the seeds are just gonna be decoration, we're not even getting anything new from them... You say "oh new animal new mob cool, they could provide more gameplay", but other than the seeds, what else could they give? what can they give that cows sheep and turtles don't already do? breed them, feed them, kill them? Nothing for me X/ I think something that I would like though is if they drop something good when they're killed. I don't know, maybe a new sort of meat or something. Dantdm brought up the idea that maybe we could stand on their backs which also would be cool. Both designs feel less Minecraft and more fantasy RPG. I just like the Tuff Golem because they already look like the iron golems, and I like the little dresses <3

Overall I think they're all gonna be quite underwhelming the same way The Glowsquid was. The only difference is, I'm okay with the Tuff Golem being as simple as it is. I just don't want them to fuck it up

[mega-taiga]

I feel like everyone forgets that mojang practicality said they were going to MAYBE be DECORATIVE plants

Like, it's just plants

I understand why everyone is so frustrated, but the other two are as useful as the sniffer

And it was never specified that the rascal would only give pickaxes, they only said a gift, could be more than one, maybe serve like the piglins

And the tuff golem are also nice, even so if we can make them stay in one place, like statues holding items! A decorative mob

We need more information on the three before we make assumptions about which is better of worse

Also, i also agree that they should stop these mobs votes. They could just tease them separately to keep the hype up and implement the three in one go

i agree with u about needing more info about them, what they show is just a short preview and not necessarily all there is to them, but in my eyes its not only about the mob themselves but the potential they have and what theyll bring with them. not only that, its the replayability of the mob, how often you can interact with them, the potential for use, etc

the sniffer is the only one in my eyes that incorporates interesting gameplay (finding an egg in the sea, digging up seeds) as well as something new (new plants/crops). sure its "just plants" but minecraft is sorely lacking in natural decoration so anything is good. plus the design of the sniffer is very unique and stands out among the other mobs. we dont have many, if any, dinosaur mobs

the rascal is too minigame-like, requiring to be found 3 times to actually get use out of it and we dont even know what itll drop. an enchanted pick is fine but most of the time when youre in a mineshaft youll probably be at the same level, if not higher, than its not really worth, and in late game, you wont need their drops at all. if it drops exclusive enchants or items i can see it, but from what we know, if it only drops enchanted iron gear, theyll just be about as useful as a weaponsmith villager, but even weaponsmiths can trade diamond gear. plus, theyll be pretty rare and its gameplay will get old very quickly since there isnt much to their interaction.

the tuff golem speaks for itself. we dont need any more golems or villagers, ive talked about this issue many times on this blog, so as long as mojang stays ignorant, i wont be voting for any golem/villager/illager related mobs. besides, we dont really need a walking item frame. sure there is some potential for use, like shuffling items or transporting items around ur base, but youll have to make a space investment for them. we dont have a lot of info about what they can really do or where you get them, so we'll have to see.

[sophiie2000]

Last Minute Jitters

Oops I Said Yes MMC x Reader

Words ~ 930

Disclaimer ~ Characters belong to Voltage Inc

The crisp, morning breeze drifted through the open window. The cool air signalling the change from Summer to Autumn. The leaves on the trees had transformed, the vibrant greens long gone, replaced by reds, oranges and yellows. Some trees already shedding their coats.

The days becoming shorter, the nights longer. The chill to the air inviting cosy sweaters, warm socks and hot chocolates to accompany the mellow evenings. While the autumnal sun offers a welcome warmth melting the cold away.

Autumn brought about its own festivities. Pumpkin patches, apple picking, long scenic walks through the everchanging shrubs. Drinking pumpkin spiced lattes, and tasting new desserts, all seasoned with various amounts of cinnamon.

Autumn was a time which brought about so many wonders, and celebrations. And this autumn was no different. Except, for me, it brought about one celebration which would be remembered and celebrated for years to come.

Our Wedding.

When I had found myself legally married to my husband all those months ago, I could never have pictured we would end up here. Holding an actual wedding. Our friends and families attending, watching as we exchanged our vows, cementing our love and commitment to each other for evermore.

Yet as I stand in front of the tall mirror in front of me, eyes scanning over the lace and tuffs of my white wedding dress, it couldn’t be more real.

Or more daunting.

Terrifying, really.

My hands carved waves through the soft fabric which hugged my waist. The dress offered an elegance. The lacey sleeves sit tight to my shoulders, as the neckline dipped down. A spiral lace pattern covered the top half of the pure white dress, before it flowed subtly beyond my waist.

I hardly recognised myself as the person looking back at me from the mirror. My hair styled in loose curls, pinned up. A veil flowing down my back. A simple chic make-up look finishing the style. I almost couldn’t believe it was me.

The bouquet grasped in my white-knuckle grip shook as my nerves settled in. They planted like seeds, taking root and sprouting throughout my body.

I had never wanted to get married. It wasn’t that I had been opposed to such commitment, it just never appealed to live my life for a man, like my parents had so desperately wanted for me. I loved my job. I wanted a career. Relationships had always come second, or third, fourth, fifth or so on.

But then I found myself in the most ridiculous of circumstances. Legally married, to suit our own benefits.

And then everything changed.

I fell in love. In love with a man who didn’t want me to give up on my career, rather he actively supported and encouraged me. I fell in love with a man who I didn’t mind giving up some of my freedoms and space for, rather I wanted to spend those times with him.

How could I have dreamed up a more perfect man for me? Well, I couldn’t.

My husband was a wonderful man. Truly. Years of working for the same company, watching him work and learning from him had shown me how wonderful a man he was.

Yet despite how wonderful he is… my body still shook. Crying out for me to run. Sneak towards the back exit, before any of our friends or family could spot me.

I never would, of course. I could never hurt the man I adored so reverently due to a fear.

A fear I knew was irrational. Why? Because we were already married, and I adored the relationship we shared. Today was simply a celebration of our love with those we cared for.

A reminder that did nothing to diminish my nerves.

Thinking I could use some fresh air to help calm myself, I opened the door to the dressing room. However, I soon stopped in my tracks.

There on the floor sat a crisp white envelope, with my name scrawled across in my husbands notable handwriting. A bouquet of roses perched beside it.

I couldn’t stop the tug of my lip as a smile bloomed across my face. Even looking up and down the corridor in an attempt to catch a glimpse of my husband, only to come up short didn’t diminish the grin.

Returning to the dressing room, I tore the envelope open, and was greeted with a simple note;

I’m so glad you are my wife, and I cannot wait to show everyone else just how much I adore you

Tears brimmed in the corner of my eyes. How could he have known that this note would give me a little more courage to step through those doors? He couldn’t have known how nervous I was?

And yet, that one sentence, showed just how well he truly knows me.

Minutes later, I found myself standing outside the heavy wooden doors. Beyond those doors, our guests and my husband await my appearance. My nerves, once again reappearing.

The sound of the instrumental began, floating through the closed doors, before they slowly pulled open.

And as I raised my head, my eyes drifting to meet his, the smile he gave me in that moment, and the tears glistening in his eyes as I stepped forward, seemed to make all the nerves disappear.

He was it for me.

He was my yesterday. My today. And my tomorrow.

The man who had stolen my heart when I didn’t even realise it was available to be taken.

And he was the man who could make all my last minute jitters, go away.

[noloveforned]

we're back on wlur tonight at 8pm after an unexpected week off due to illness (i'll spare you the details but let's just say it wasn't pretty). the last show (see below) has also been posted on mixcloud for your streaming convenience!

no love for ned on wlur – july 7th, 2023 from 8-10pm

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#i should give y’all the rosendale seed bc you spawn on a huge ass mountain with a giant hole into some lush caves with massive sea cliffs

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

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#3

Things Minecraft needs:

The ability to dye bricks and then make those bricks into coloured plantpots

Mossy deepslate

Vases so we can have 2-tall plants in pots

More crops

The ability to place carpets on walls like paintings so we can have what is essentially painted walls

More flowers (please)

More blocks similar to the spore blossom bc I really like the particle effects and I feel like it adds such an atmosphere to builds

Mob variety! More cows!!! God I love cows!

More “useless” mobs. Do I want butterflies? Yes. Why? I don’t know I think they’re cool!

As the older biomes get revamped and updated I think we should get new cave biomes as well! Love lush caves, love dripstone! Consider: fungus caves, crystal caverns (more likely to find geodes, could have crystalline stalagmites??), sandy caves!

Nether geodes

Azalea Wood

(Feel free to add more!)

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Miners and crafters reblog with your favourite: wood type, stone type, flower, biome and another block you really like!

Mines: spruce, granite, poppy, flower forest and I really like moss!

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My #1 post of 2022

Best blocks to walk on

1. Amethyst- makes the jingle jingle

2. Bone block - goes tap tap tap, very satisfying

3. Nether brick - makes me feel like an evil wizard running through an evil wizard lair

4. Tuff and calcite - got that crunchy texture you know the one

5. Slime - it’s all about that schlorp

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[bugbbear]

my take on the mc mob vote

SNIFFER PROS:

adds loot to underwater ruins (the eggs)

adds "ancient" seeds you can grow into new plants

since all seed-grown plants in minecraft have been crops, it is highly likely the unique plants will be edible

seeds CAN ONLY BE FOUND via sniffer

its a fucking dinosaur

look at it. i want one. ITS SO FUCKING CUTE

CONS:

maybe the new plant will be lame. i guess

RASCAL PROS:

cool little funky guy for company in caves

cute

CONS:

hides from you

gives you things that are already in the game

the seeds from the sniffer are specifies that they are new to the game. nothing in the rascal description hints at anything like this.

TUFF GOLEM PROS:

like llamas (the wool cosmetics) but not ridable

CONS:

item frames that wander off without warning

its not even cute

dont spawn naturally

"how can we make item frames worse oh i know"

[justathingfromthebrainvoid]

Okay, so, mob vote.

First off, these are just my thoughts and in no way am I advocating for one. It would be nice if this year with the new voting system that people voted for what they truly wanted and the more influential people in the community didn’t try to skew the vote one way or another. Please consider all options through your experience so there is the most fair vote possible.

Now, for the actual breakdown of mobs since my brain is firing all three neurons over this.

First, facts.

The sniffer comes from eggs you find in underwater chests, used to be extinct, you have to help them hatch, they have a baby stage as shown in the trailer, grow to be fairly large (probably at least 2-3 blocks tall), and they find seeds of plants (confirmed possibility of ancient seeds/unique plants).

The rascal lives in the mines (above *just below y=0), plays “hide-n-seek” with the player, and upon finding it three times gives the player a prize (the trailer shows an enchanted iron pickaxe).

And the tuff golem is a passive golem you craft (like the iron and snow golems), that will freeze and unfreeze randomly, when unfrozen it wanders around and picks up any dropped item if it is not already holding one, *returns to the same place after refreezing, and while crafting you can add a wool block for a cloak of a matching color.

Now each seems to expand a different area of minecraft that I know parts of the community have wanted expansion on (though whether they would link directly to different parts of the update is not something I am speculating on). The tuff golem relates to the ambience/movability of things in the game, display and decoration, and a new use for tuff. The rascal gives more use to the mineshafts and it’s prize system could be useful. The sniffer adds a bit more to underwater ruins, plants and horticulture, and the connection to the past.

There are possibilities with each mob and how they fit in with the game, but with the information given so far one of them does seem to effect more. And I would say this is entirely because of the information presented (and my own playstyle/experience in Minecraft).

We don’t know what the prize loot from a rascal would be other than it can’t be too overpowered for new worlds, but that risks making it redundant to long standing worlds. A new experience to/for the mineshafts, but we don’t know enough about how it’s balanced

The tuff golem has commonalities with things already in the game (item frames, armor stands, allays, and the other golems) or previous mob votes (the copper golem), but is still a completely new mob which should not be forgotten. A new creature to add life to one’s base, but we don’t know enough about how it’s unique.

The sniffer... the sniffer is the mob with the fewest questions and unknown information. We don’t know what type of plants it finds or how we hatch it, but those questions add interest rather than confusion. And what we do know fits in pretty well with Minecraft.

Two of the mobs are something that has to be created by the player, either literally in the case of the tuff golem or in the sense of preservation for the sniffer. Two of the mobs have a very clear “use” (and quick side note “use” is not something needed by all mobs, but does weigh in fairly heavily with peoples opinions on things such as mob votes), with mining and loot given by the rascal, and new plants and farming coming with the sniffer.

AND I COULD VERY WELL BE MISSING SOMETHING, but from what we’ve been shown, I feel like there’s going to be a clear winner.