#and in the larger 'verse

[3584-tropical-fish]

Not that anyone asked but looking at a.) the fact that Carpenter says that it’s clay being torn from the riverbank by the floodwaters of the White Gull and b.) The Hjulström Curve:

We can determine that the flow velocity of the White Gull River in TSV45 was approximately 150-300 cm/s.

What does this mean? Absolutely nothing, I’m going to be so honest. I just find this amusing

[gimmick-swag]

please reblog ^^

i want everyone's opinions on this!!

*"gimmickverse weekly" will basically be a show on youtube that has a quick episode every saturday (hopefully) with the most prominent GIMMICK news of that week. people can submit stories, events, etc. we may also do a "gimmick of the week" thing where we randomly pick a gimmick to be the gimmick of the week like the name suggests :3 ofc this is just an idea as of right now, but IF enough people are interested i MIGHT actually make it a thing. i might also have a co-host, so if anyone's interested in helping out or anything then pls tell me ^^. tbh it'd be funny if the last episode of that series is my identity reveal lol.

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Forming the Pack - Part 1

Autumn Embers Master List

Pheromones aren’t everything, of course, but you’ll get more cohesive group dynamics if everyone has scents that go together. Scent blockers and diffusers are everywhere in common spaces, so it’s not like people who’s scents don’t mesh can’t be around each other. Lots of people with subtler or hard to pin down scents only go au naturel on special occasions with family and their special someone.

Of course, the military is a whole other beast.

Almost every person serving active duty is an alpha, which lends itself to clashes. And alphas, who already tend to have stronger scents, put out even more aggressive pheromones in close proximity with one another. Industrial strength scent diffusers can only do so much. It results in proximity packs forming, alphas who are scent compatible spending more time with each other.

The 141 doesn’t form because of scent compatibility. When Price finds Simon and forms the task force, he doesn’t much care about what they each smell like. Their scents being on wildly different parts of the spectrum is better than if they were too close, Price reasons. His gear smells a bit spicy, Simon’s always has an earthy undertone. It’s easy to avoid squabbling, and only made easier by the way Simon readily assumes his position as John’s second. No muss, no fuss.

The first year passes. It’s hard work, but Simon makes it undeniably simpler. The Ghost has a presence that demands deference from the temporary members of the task force. And because Ghost follows his captain, that deference extends to Price. The two times someone had tried to upset the balance, Simon had reacted with such swift ferocity that Price hadn’t known there was a problem before it was resolved with a neck under a boot.

“Stand down, Ghost,” Price says around his cigar, the third time.

“'S soon as he acknowledges his superiors, Skipper,” Ghost rumbles, staring down at the sergeant who’s face is going an interesting shade of purple with shame and a lack of oxygen. “Yield, corporal.” The sergeant frantically taps Ghost’s boot. Ghost gives him just enough room to heave a breath, and snarls down, “Yield to the Captain.”

“Captain, I yield,” the young man gasps.

“You ever flout orders again, I’ll kill you myself,” Ghost growls.

After that, the mission had gone smoothly.

Days later, it’s just the two of them again, walking home from the pub. It’s a nice enough night for it, and they’re both too jumpy to call a car. Simon follows without comment, just lights a cigarette and falls into John’s wake, like always.

Four blocks from the base, Simon says, “Gotta piss.”

John snorts. “What, you didn’t go before we left? Hold it.”

“Alright,” Simon drawls. Without breaking stride, he lights another cigarette.

Of course, within another block, John becomes too aware of his own bladder. If Simon hadn’t said anything, he could probably have made it. Annoyed, he steps into an alley and behind a dumpster. His nose does not appreciate the assault on his senses, but he’s a soldier, he’s smelled worse. Simon stands guard at mouth of the alley as he does his business.

When he emerges, he tips his head. “Goin’?”

Simon quirks an eyebrow and exhales a cloud of smoke. “Am I?”

Price hums, takes in Simon’s relaxed posture. Without the skull covered balaclava, he’s softer. Not civilian soft - he’s still almost 2 meters of alpha, hardened by military training and torture. But where most military As balk at taking orders when they’re not in the field, Simon looks for ways to let Price lead.

Simon will do what ever John tells him. It’s a realization that probably shouldn’t thrill him the way it does.

John waves him into the alley. “Be quick about it.”

Without comment, Simon hands his half-finished cigarette over and steps into the alley. John contemplates it as Simon does his business. He prefers cigars, but he takes a drag and tells himself it’s just to keep it lit.

But when Simon re-emerges, John doesn’t hand it back. And Simon doesn’t ask.

[whaliiwatching]

hm. them. also ding ding

[aquaquadrant]

was rereading the first part of final chapter of HTP and got caught up thinking about the whole “go get x if we don’t come back by tomorrow” thing between grian and mumbo. what if they didn’t come back. what would x do who would he go to.

i’m a MCSR addict and considering MCC, i’ve been thinking that he goes to some of the crazy good players that the hermits have been teamed with. feinberg, fruitberries, hbomb, petezahutt, and purpled are the main ones— five of the best players going feral to help out their silly little hermit friends. fein and fruit especially cause fein’s teamed with tango, and fruit is fruit. his friendship with grian in old mcc’s makes me so happy. “fruity b!!” being screamed from grian when fruit finds him from whatever they caught got by in hels makes me so happy.

anyway here’s my hels names for my silly little guys:

feinberg — matthew (irl, feinberg is his last name. matthew is his first name)

fruitberries — rotthorn (rot & thorn. fruit rots and berry bushes have thorns)

purpled — yellowed (complementary colors)

petezahutt — dominoes (goes by “dom”)

hbomb94 — honestly no idea please help guys

anyway hi sorry i’m nate i found htp like 2 weeks ago and went a smidge crazy for it. suggested it to all my friends who don’t even know what a hermitcraft or a life series is. hehe. teehee went a little wild. anyway thanks for listening to me yap and thank you for making such a good fic and such a good au you’ve given me so many brainwaves.

HELLO THANK U welcome to our lil corner of gay blockman angst 🫡

gotta be honest, when i had grian say they’d have to tell x it was more along the lines of just ‘he’s the admin and admins should be informed of these kinds of things’ rather than implicating any sort of plan of action on x’s part. but if he HAD gotten involved it prob would’ve been limited to the other hermits (on account of me not being familiar with any players outside of hermitcraft havsjdgajhahs….)

but damn those are some NEAT HELS u got there, idk these players but the names are very pleasing 👀

hbomb94… it’s annoying he’s already got ‘h’ in his name cuz that’s usually my go-to swap letter for a hels HAH so maybe we just keep it. but u could take ‘bomb’ as in the actual physical weapon, a violent action, or complete failure and that provides some fun opportunities. right off the dome i’m thinking either ‘napalm’ (phonetically similar) or ‘blitz’ (describing the action of bombing) or ‘flop’. u could ALSO get into opposites but typically i like to use the more dramatic/violent/edgy names for most hels. ofc it also depends on what characterization ur going for and i don’t know hbomb well enough to design a hels definitively. and for numbers i just swap em. SO some options for ya: napalm49 (dropped the h so it’s the same number of syllables), hblitz49, hflop49.

[orangetintedglasses]

(@)bigboylivio said: “H-Hey, Mr. Vash? You okay?” Livio’s waving a big hand in front of him, trying to get any kind of response. ( @bigboylivio )

Sorry, Livio, there isn't much of a response to give...!

Vash's body is a crumpled heap of limbs, and while eyes might be open, they're half-lidded and unseeing; leaving just the whites and maybe the barest hint of blue peeking out from beneath his lashes. Suffice to say, the young Plant isn't conscious at the moment...

...say, though... maybe you could move him somewhere else? It might be dangerous to leave him there by himself...

[tar-maitime]

last words

Rating: T Characters: Maedhros | Maitimo, Sons of Feanor Relationships: Maedhros & Sons of Feanor Additional: character death, grieving, kinslayings, War of Wrath WC: .75k

@feanorianweek snuck up on me, so instead of writing something for each of the days, I'm just going to have to go with this...

.......

“Are you so quick to turn your back on our father, then, traitor?”

It’s not the last thing Curufin says to her. There are plenty more words between them, in that fight that eventually ends with an agreement to attack Doriath, and in the preparations that lead up to the assault. But by some chance or other, it happens that ‘traitor’ is the last thing Curufin calls her.

Not ‘sister’. Not any of her names. Just that ugly word that hangs between them, that she keeps hoping they’ll have time to resolve, up until she finds him dead in a pool of blood on the floor.

Maedhros doesn’t know why it sticks in her mind like that.

The last thing Celegorm calls her is ‘general’, as in “As you command, General,” with a too-playful grin and a wink, when they’re discussing who will be deployed where just before the attack. Maedhros only finds out later that he’d disregarded her instructions entirely to chase down Dior Eluchil and fight him personally.

He’s still wearing that same grin when she finds him dead in the throne room, even though his wounds tell her that he didn’t die quickly. She wonders if he teased at death the way he did with her and their brothers.

She hears his voice calling her General, General, General, over and over till it loses all meaning, as she sprints through the frozen woods looking for the lost princes, as she returns empty-handed and deals out justice to Celegorm’s men.

The last time she sees Caranthir alive, he says, “The strap on your pauldron is wearing thin, Nelyë,” with such complete normalcy that she has to rack her brain, later, to realize that those were his last words to her. She can’t seem to take it in. Celegorm and Curufin had practically courted their deaths in Doriath, and she’d sought to save them from it as much as she’d sought to save Doriath from them. But Caranthir...she hadn’t seen it coming. She doesn’t think he did, either.

Her father, her uncle, her cousin, her husband all were afforded some kind of dramatic weight to their deaths, to make the world stop and acknowledge that something had gone horribly wrong. Kneeling in a corridor in Menegroth, Maedhros can only think inanely that it’s unfair somehow for her middle brother not to have been granted the same dubious courtesy.

.......

The last thing Amrod calls her is ‘Maitimë’. If he’d called her anything else, anything else...

But Maedhros hasn’t thought of herself by that name in centuries. She never gets to ask why he landed on that name out of all the many she’s had - a flashback to Alqualondë? a mere slip of the tongue? - because the disused name takes a fraction too long to get her attention, and by the time she turns toward him, one of his opponents has already put a sword through his ribs.

She pays more attention after that (after she’s screamed, after she’s laid waste to the defenders of Sirion who did this). She makes sure she knows exactly where Maglor and Amras are and what their situation is at all times after that. 

It’s not enough to save Amras, who dies in her shaking arms, calling her “Amya.”

Perhaps he wasn’t talking to her at all, saying that - Maedhros’ face is more like her father’s, and the scars and cropped hair have left any resemblance to Nerdanel vestigial at best. But she still hears it echo in her mind along with traitor and General and Nelyë and Maitimë, so as far as she’s concerned, it counts. 

She is glad, when it occurs to her, that the twins (the new ones, Maglor’s peredhil who want to be hers as well) never call her that in their quest to bestow a maternal title on her.

.......

When Maedhros goes out to fight in her last battle of the War of Wrath, Maglor stops her with a hand on her arm, and makes her eat something, and tells her “Stay safe, sister,” before she leaves.

There’s no particular reason to think that those will be his last words to her, any more than any other parting might be their last. But Maedhros still tucks them away in a drawer in her memory, just in case.  “You too, hanno,” she says, and ducks out of their tent to make for the latest battlefield.

[fagdyk]

LOOK AT MY MEN

[oscarpiastriwdc]

charles missing every shot in the LA chvlog + oscar listing charles to round out his 5 player basketball team = random part 4 of the club!verse

“This one’s for you, baby,” Charles grins, face contorting into his idea of a wink. He points at Oscar, points at the net, and shoots the ball. It hits the backboard and pathetically falls to the floor.

[mossy-paws]

Doc. Blue ringed Ock (design)

I wasn’t really planning on posting any of the villains until I finished redesigning fishing spider, but eh, I couldn’t resist!

a small note, I’m still trying to work out his lore, so most of the stuff here is just a Wip!

anyways! Here’s Doctor Octavius J. Lawrence

he’s a top scientist in Alchemax, and became a villain after he got his robo-arms and fishing spider (unintentionally), destroyed his prized experiment, he was also already sort of falling into a villainous role by then thanks to Mysterio sort of pointing him in the wrong direction

He’s the closest with his worlds Electro and Shocker, and him in electro are sort of(???) in a relationship, they deny that they are, but it’s pretty obvious they like eachother either way

He’s a nervous wreck and has some major anxiety issues but can still easily do quite a lot of harm if the situation calls for it, like a blue ringed octopus!

Also, by technicality blue ringed octopuses aren’t a native species to florida, but don’t tell him that

where these guys are set, all of the villains + fishing spider are based off of floridan native wildlife (E. Vulture is based off of an Osprey, electro is based off of a Portuguese man-o-war, etc etc!). Since all of them are located in an alternative near-completely flooded florida, land is pretty rare and almost everyone lives in underwater domes/cities.

[adelaidedrubman]

not going to meet my writing goal today but did make a very important diagram of the hook, line, and sinker relationships

[vermillioncrown]

velociraptor 2: electric boogaloo

can't believe tpac started this year. and it's already sprawling, spawning, insane

[sunday-arch]

nina has weapons concealed on her person at all times. once i can, i’ll come back to this post to innumerate some of her common ones. but, they’re often well concealed and highly lethal. there are a couple obvious ones but. don’t ever assume because you confiscated those, she doesn’t have anything else.

[dickthyology]

Finally saw new spiderverse, god i love spider punk. I was so hype when spider punk was teased as being in the movie cause i fucking love the suit, have since i unlocked it in that ps4 spiderman game (which was sick)

AND THEN HOBIE BROWN oh my god hobie brown. Hobie brown is the character ive aspired to be for my whole life. I have so much to say about him, hes awesome, hes terrible, hes going to be mildly antagonistic in the next movie i know it. I LOVE that they went deep into the first notable roots of punk rock, that violent rejection of being told what to do. And of course his accent and the damn rhyme slang.

Hes just so cool and principled and i want to be him as much as an American white man can.

Also heres some cosplay photos because i have bought two spiderpunk suits cause i loved the first one so much i wore it until the sleeve fell into a urinal and i had to walk half naked back to the hotel room and somebody asked for a picture of me in that state i should have said yes

[m0nochromem0use]

been thinking about jorjug recently

[liesonthefloordramatically]

you know, between The Silt Verses and Downfall this has been a great week for "what if you found a brother and he frickin' sucked and you couldn't stop loving him anyway"