#and then the red box and arrows.. insanity

[wellenklavier]

tagged by @jeffament !! thank youuu we got bingo twice B)

i’ll tag @oceanicpulse @nights-decay @legzeppelin @120grad @spacebronco

[iridescentpull]

Theres a few people on Twitter writing their predictions on what could possibly happen on friday, and ullenska on twitter (post here) drew a piece where Fit got dragged back to 2b2t, and Pac followed him

Naturally, the idea drove me insane, so I wrote something quick about it. Hopefully I can expand this further eventually.

Enjoy o7

The wastes are so much more than what Fit explained.

Pac stood against the remains of some poor house, staring at the land surrounding him. He adjusted his cloak, making sure the hood was still covering his head. The gasmask he managed to steal from a dead body was secured around his neck, and the quiver of arrows some kind soul gave him was clipped on his back. Pac fiddled with his bow, scanning around his surroundings in case of any danger or the sight of a familiar person.

2b2t really was a dead man’s land– burnt trees were scattered around the land, craters the size of the Favela were everywhere, and any sight of water was either poisoned or toxic. Animals were basically non-existent, and Pac could hear the sounds of Tnt and end crystals exploding far away. He'd had a handful of encounters with other players, but only one tried to attack him. They were wearing non-enchanted iron armor, so Pac managed to kill them swiftly with his arrows.

The Brazilian sighed, leaning against the remains of the base. His free hand moved down to his prosthetic leg, pressing the little plate Ramón installed before he left (he was honestly surprised the tracker wasn’t deleted when he switched servers). The little metal box shaped like a communicator popped out, and Pac grabbed it, powering it on. A sad, gentle smile appeared on his lips when the map loaded in, the red dot he had grown to feel bittersweetness to blinking towards the north.

“I’m close, Fitch.” Pac mumbled, turning the tracker off and placing it in its spot in his prosthetic leg. The male adjusted the gas mask on his face, starting to walk north. “Just wait a little longer.”

[budderdomo]

My Paint Tool Sai Brushes/Painting Process Tutorial!

Explanations and Examples down below

Disclaimer: long post

Hello! I wanted to first thank everyone for liking/reblogging my most recent art piece (the Darkiplier one) It has become my first post with over 1000 notes which is just insane for me. I just wanted to do something to thank you guys for that.

Anyway, this post will be divided like this, so scroll to the title if you want specific things

Introduction

Brush textures/shapes for download

Overall process -> Terms and Definitions

How I use each brush (+ examples) -> Sketch -> Lineart (only do this sometimes) -> Rendering -> Textures + Post Processing

Conclusion

Introduction

This post is mainly for me in the future to look back on how my painting process was. My process changes ALL the time, sometimes I use lineart, sometimes I paint, sometimes I don't use textures, sometimes I have 100 layers, sometimes I have 1. It just changes depending on the piece. There is no "correct" way to do art. Do what you want!

Second of all, I feel I should point out you don't need fancy brushes or many brushes to make good art. I painted this piece with 1 brush.

That's right, 1 brush (it was the P A I N T brush shown in main). I didn't have a sketch, I didn't have any lines, I started with big shapes and went from there.

Third of all, I use Paint Tool SAI (the first one). So this will be specific to that program. I'm sorry, it's just what I know how to use.

Brush Textures/Shapes

You may see in my brushes that there are textures/shapes that don't come with the standard SAI program. I tried to find the links for you to download them yourself.

Arrow: https://www.deviantart.com/digikat04/art/Custom-SAI-Brush-I-265506547

All texture brushes: https://painttoolsaibrushes.splstc.com/painttool-sai-textures/

For some reason I can't find where I got marble pt. 2 or chalk so here's the png files. (You can convert them to .bmp files) (Hopefully that works!)

Chalk : Marble pt. 2

Overall Process

Before I go over my process I'm going to define some terms I'll be using and what I mean by them:

Flats - base colors

Rendering - Includes shading, lighting, small details, and texturing to define a form

Blending - mixing two separate colors together

Reduction - Once you've made a line/shape, reduction is the act of erasing part of it -> At the bottom of my brushes (in the images up above) you can see a checkered box which makes your brush transparent. I use the erasing brush to Reduce the red circle.

Persistence - How well the brush can create a new shape/color on top of pre-existing colors (If the brush blends a lot on top of other colors it has low persistence)

"Hard" vs "Soft" brushes - How well defined an edge is on a brush

Stabilizer - Turns trembly lines into smooth lines

So, I draw a different way each time. My canvas size is normally between 2500 pixels and 4000. I usually do around 3000 though. In general for my paintings I usually do

A sketch

Flats

Hue Shifts

Lighting/Shadows

Brighter Light/Deeper Shadows (Highlights/Ambient Occlusion)

Smaller Details

Texturing

Post Processing

For my bigger compositions, I make thumbnails. And for my "comic book" style I use lineart and layer modes (like multiply, luminosity)

How I Use Each Brush (+ Examples!)

Sketch

I have 2 sketch brushes. "pencil" and "sketch" For most of my life I have been using the default pencil brush on size 1. But recently I have been using this softer "sketch" brush on size ~20 or so. Either way works, but I find that the "pencil" brush is easier for linework and the "sketch" brush is easier to blend into paintings

"Pencil" : "Sketch" examples

Lineart (opt.)

Nowadays I don't use lineart that often, but if I do it's with my "Softlines" brush. It's great for both very thick and very thin lines. I lower the opacity of my sketch and put lineart on a new layer on top of it

"Softlines" brush examples

Flats

With lineart I seperate each new color with a new layer. For painting I'm now using one color as an underpainting color and working on top of that layer. So I render one thing at a time while working on the same layer.

I lower the opacity of the sketch and create a new layer under my sketch. I use my "pencil" brush to lay out the underpainting color and "blur" for hue shifts. And then I reduce it to the silhouette using my "sketch" brush (This gives a softer outline)

Rendering

This would take way too long to explain every step of how I do it. So I'll explain how I use my brushes in this step.

"Arrow!!!" - I use this brush for laying out intial shapes, big areas of color, shading, lighting. The arrow shape has a point on the end that's really great for triangular shapes. It's not very good at small details because of the texture applied to it.

"Sketch" - I use this brush during the rendering as well. It's great for small details that you want a softer look of. It has a high persistence so it's great for working on the same layer.

"P A I N T" - This is a brush that's good at very many things. It has higher blending than "sketch" or "Arrow!!!" and it's shape is square. Great for blending, general painting, small details, reduction, etc.

"blur" - great for gradients or to smooth something out a lot

"Gaussian" - is a gaussian blur. Great for making things out of focus or fuzzy

"square TEX" - texture brush that has high persistence with some blending

"metal TEX" - texture brush with high blending and a spread shape.

"speckle TEX" - texture brush for kind of a sparkly look. High persistence

"water TEX" - texture brush that works kind of like a glaze. You can use for flair/fun

example

Post-Processing

Typically I use more filters for this. Paint Tool Sai has sliders to change hue, saturation, brightness, contrast, luminosity, and color deepen. So I tend to mess with those. I also add effects like chromatic aberration

The tutorial I follow for chromatic aberration in Paint Tool Sai: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=thmaephD9Ec&t=169s

I also add particles like dust and other objects.

Finally I use my Gaussian blur to make things out of focus/motion blur

Conclusion

I hope this helps! I feel like I'm at a point in my art journey where I'm good enough to give advice. So hopefully this helps someone out there with their art journey! Obviously I have a long way to go, but I'm pretty proud of where I've come. I remember watching speedpaints and tutorials trying to become better at art. So I kind of want to add to that cycle for artists. :D Have a great day!

[cecoeur]

hi just wanted to share! we thought that Daniel had a problem with his radio, but he was just fully locked in

https://x.com/F1Help/status/1814679865678794834?t=OKm5R1egKWfSHZGcKF_ajw&s=19

Before I start, I need you to know that the level of pettiness I'm about to stoop to is not directed at you, Anon, but at F1TV who robbed me of Pierre praising Daniel for that insane lap at the end of Q1 (I will literally never forgive them). Anyway, I love you for giving me this opportunity to be so extra.

I'm putting the rest of this under a cut because I'm including a screenshot and video analysis...because I'm insane.

To orient us, here is a screenshot of Daniel's steering wheel from an interview he did at the Canadian GP with TSN. The red button within the yellow box is his radio button. When he presses that, a light comes on to indicate that he is being received (very much in the same way your run of the mill walkie talkie works...just vastly more expensive).

Now, here is a video from qualifying. The first 26 seconds is radio after Daniel's first few laps in Q1 where we were hearing transmissions from both Daniel and Pierre. These include the typical instructions and position updates from Pierre. When Daniel "isn't using his radio much" we usually hear an "understood" from him in response. Here, he gives that but also answers a few of Pierre's questions regarding the issues with the car in those first couple push laps. I've (poorly) added some arrows to point out when Daniel pushes his radio button to talk. One thing to note here is that there is a massive delay. This is pretty typical although today it was especially bad.

You can see Daniel pushing the radio button a little more clearly when he's in the garage at (1:55). But we can't hear the conversation because the car is plugged in and not broadcasting the radio to everyone.

Directly following his last push lap in Q1, you can see Daniel push his radio button a couple of time (1:39 and 1:23 he pushes it on to start talking) but even accounting for the delays we experienced earlier, you don't hear him talk. Daniel pushes the radio button again (1:02) as he's being wheeled into the garage after Q1 but again, we hear nothing.

This continues through Q2 and Q3 but the best showcase of his radio not working is the red flag for Yuki's crash. You'd expect to hear some back and forth between Daniel and Pierre and you can see Daniel push his radio button multiple times but we hear none of it.

In closing, F1TV are lying liars who lie.

[rumbelleshowdown]

-

Question: How many unused prompts were left after the Showdown?

Answer: 170! And here they are! (Under the cut, b/c long.)

You’re not like me. 

Trust isn’t everything. 

Liberties. 

Teeth.

The light’s gone out. 

Sweet or savory. 

Worst patient. 

Flower of fate. 

Workplace romance. 

Cinderella AU. 

Wake the prince. 

Runaway bride. 

Little Gideon, shop, Weaver. 

Leather and steel. 

Magical exhaustion. 

Near-death. 

Fluffy clouds, shapes, sunlight. 

Dark, darker, darkest. 

The Book of Kells. 

The Long Room. 

Irish pub with music. 

Historical AU – Victorian. 

Sharing a dreamscape. 

Milestones. 

First kisses. 

Last time. 

Tea shop. 

Hedge maze. 

Heist gone wrong. 

Last of the teabags. 

Phone battery low. 

Is the ghost friendly? 

A bad book. 

Uglier than you are.

Talking in your sleep. 

Modern pop culture references

Soulmate au -seeing colors

Overhears talking to self

Plus size belle

Chatroom/catfishing

Matchmaker henry

Appearance glamor

Blind/deaf main character 

Talking tea pots

Dreaming of maidens and monsters. 

Whispers of desire. 

Belle kicks Zelena’s ass. 

TikTok trends. 

Twister game night. 

This isn’t your Uber. 

Adopting a new pet. 

Deck of cards. 

Aquarium, coffee, washing machine. 

Preparing for something big. 

Words on your skin. 

Enchanted Forest. 

High School Musical. 

Station 19. 

Hyperion Heights. 

Little girl named Rose. 

Storm, poison, tears, light. 

Sacrifice, True Love, healing. 

Weaver doesn’t make it. 

Nurse Belle. 

Please help my Papa. 

Please, wake up. 

Sacrifice, pain, light, laugh. 

Don’t leave me alone. 

Whiskey in a teacup. 

Night talk. 

Butler!Gold. 

The Light One!Belle. 

Let’s just pretend. 

Blood went cold.

Greenhouse, museum. 

Twirling in his arms. 

Crushed wedding. 

Flirting at a ball. 

“I forgot to shave?” 

“There is only me.” 

Forget-me-nots. 

Candyshop, Baelfire, awkward. 

Creature of darkness. 

Bird in a cage. 

Yearning for adventures.

Turn no into maybe.

I have school tomorrow. 

Some bathing suits shouldn’t…

Let’s keep this one. 

Younger and younger. 

My bag of tricks. 

Slowly yet surely. 

weaver. 

Warm and cozy. 

Library, lingerie, desk, defile. 

Ravenous, coverage, squirting. 

Moving out. 

Moving in. 

Cat sitting. 

“Well, this is awkward.” 

Red wine. 

Storybrooke’s incumbent mayor. 

Hiring Mr. Cassidy. 

Dagger, snow, fire. 

Arrows, magic, curse. 

Curse, awakening, assassin. 

Heroes.

The witching hour. 

Salt. 

Touch. 

Honeymoon. 

Cloud gazing. 

Spontaneous presents. 

Handcuffs. 

Stroking the hair. 

Soothing caress. 

Selfie. 

One last taste 

“Please don’t go.” 

Blood and tears. 

Wedding on the run. 

Werewolves, bake bread, family. 

Detective, curious, strange. 

Amnesia, photographs, scent, blankets. 

Bird in a cage. 

Secret garden. 

Fairy, mischief, music-box, mist.

Empty, street lamp, snow. 

Ball dancing, imp, tease. 

The girl is drunk. 

Golden hour. 

Lantern, fright, cloak. 

Crooked teeth. 

Magic ritual. 

Magical flower. 

White sheets, bright light. 

Lonely night. 

Stuck in my brain. 

Ski/Skateboard. 

Surfing. 

Dreadful weather. 

Strange love, trouble, ghost. 

Heaven in hiding, garden. 

Gardener. 

3 am, drive, hurricane. 

Dress made of gold. 

Dizzy, truth or dare. 

Suffocating, night, walk, breath. 

Running away. 

Ocean waves. 

Haunted house. 

Witch!Belle, magical library, Salem. 

Insane. 

Gloom. 

Goose, attack, hug. 

Strawberry shortcake, tongue, blood. 

Horrid sight, “How dear.” 

Liminal space. 

Hatred, “You saved me.” 

Poetry, smoking, naked, paintings. 

“It’s our secret, then.” 

Forest spirit. 

Jeweler!Gold. 

Misty town, secrets. 

Something to uncover. 

Mermaid/merman. 

Fall through the ice. 

Forest is my home. 

Dumb and dumber. 

You don’t know everything. 

-

[glowingmin]

analyzing the adjuration ravio board

ALRIGHT MOTHERFUCKERS SIT DOWN SHUT UP WE'RE GOING OFF 4 CUPS OF WATER AND A MIGRAINE BUT WE ARE GOING TO COPE

i unfortunately have an abysmal zoom so i've Enhanced the writing for bits I couldn't quite read but anyways LETS GET INTO IT. WITNESS THE ANALYSIS FROM AN IDIOT WHO BASICALLY ONLY KNOWS THE LORE OF FOUR SWORDS.

@not-freyja hi i hope you like this insane loveletter to adjuration (idk how else to. share it. yay)

alright starting off with the timeline and all the looping fuckeries (motherfucker got more arrows than an ikea checkout lane)

time is scratched out and replaced with sapling. because of the war of eras? nickname yipee?

the music notes linking time to wind must refer to how the song of time sent time back and left that timeline w/o the hero's spirit

the triforce linking legend to time has to mean something but my minimal zelda lore knowledge is leaving me to die. ik its the downfall timeline, so is it a reference to how the triforce got Fucked Up by pig man? did it get messed up??? never actually played cards meaning to learn /reference

there's so many scribblies around hyrule (i love the hearts on the 'i's its adorable). hyrule found the book and thats why he gets loops?

[ hi revision glowmin here. had a thought: what if there's multiple timelines that branch out from when rulie first used the book. what if the first visit wasn't legend. how many fractured timelines could that one event have caused ]

from chapter 49: “So this entire situation is Rulie’s fault?” Twilight’s side moves as he talks and Hyrule leans away from him, falling into Wind instead." haha no don't dump all the fault on hyrule you're so sexy aha /reference

'dink does something fucky' has me cackling. is wild's existence caused by dink? three question marks, 3 parts of the triforce, mmmm that is cooking?? or could just be irony

that line also points to rulie again so i Think this has something to do with. the blood curse. that i only know about from fanfiction.

ALSO THE LINE CONNECTING RULIE TO WARS!! IS SCRATCHED OUT!! (also from chapter 49: "Dead, lightning bug,” Ravio soothes. “He’s dead, you killed him.”)

who's dink is it anyways

the line about four's shadow has me. okay listen i don't remember the chapter but i KNOW there was a line abt the yiga talking about a small town forge. is that four's home from minish cap.

bc back when they met ravio the first (? i forgor) time, ravio told four to remind him about some dark magic (??) book. i thought this would be to revive shadow. is it. is it to revive red instead??

i am not okay abt red death

okay back to the flowchart: shit they haven't been to skyloft yet. i did not realize that until now

'palace' you mean the fucking TONGS FOUR SWORD PALACE??

the line drawn to the underlined dark link beneath time: 'hylia said "mouth of the river". i think this could either be time or sky. time bc he breaks the timeline into 3, sky bc he literally got cursed for being too cool

rulie: i am going to fucking SCREAM. the line from cia to rulie has 'why' written next to it and that's what i wanna know!! 'not safe' is in a fucking box!! underlined question marks!! ravio bbg please.

oh and 3 x's but idk if thats more triforce analogy or just. there to be There

recycled ganon had me cackle. inconsistent dates tho,,, is that like. linking up to why they're going in reverse in wild's time? bc twilight is the direct predecessor iirc???

wind: i cannot read what it says next to dead. looks like,,, 'masko' maybe? evidence of there being a dark: i have not beaten wind waker yet but I HAVE got the master sword. is the time lock shenanigan at the bottom of the ocean dink's fault or the master sword's fault.

i know like 2 things from hyrule warriors: traitors are cringe and cia apparently is creepy. thats probs why talking about dark versions of him is 'personal'. i wonder what 'safe' means in this context; safe to visit? safe to rule out? shaking ravio like a paper bag.

wild drives ravio to apple juice alcoholism more at 11. it is personal is underlined. is it wild's dark? rulie's dark? why are they going backwards? are they going to show up in wild's hyrule for when he DIES because they're going backwards? bro what is up with kyle.

the visits lets fucking go

WHY IS 8 VISIT BLANK. HOLUP

revision glowmin again. We’re not at visit 9. I have no clue why I thought we were there. Migraines are shit.

visits 2 and 3 being about shadow and red. dont look at me i'm crying | visits 2 and 3 are in the same order both for ravio and the links. hmmmmm that's Odd

RAVIO LEARNING WHO RED IS AND THEN NEXT VISIT HE'S FUCKING DEAD. HE GOES TO WAR AND THEN HE'S FUCKING DEADDDDD

visit 6 'got em' what did you get ravio. huh?? you silly merchant man what did you get??? it certainly wasn't bitches

this is the part of the lore board that i actually fucking. bro the circles this is running me through is insane. like how do i even analyze this its making my headache die so we're just gonna spitball.

it. kind of goes in reverse? not really but kinda?? visit 9 is first for all the links, but last for ravio. is this linked to wild's visits being in reverse?

if it ends at 9 i'm gonna throw a sock at my wall

for visit 5 on ravio's side it looks like it says pregnant. ik it doesn't but i cannot make out what it is

[ revision glowmin here again. its research. why did i think it said pregnant. that has literally nothing to do with the fic. ]

crying begins because i can barely ready any of this so bear with me here (BEAR WITH ME!!)

the first like. act of the fic summarized in 1 easy (/s /lh) flowchart. they see the what? rooms? runes? ruins? rains? god i'm illiterate

starting panic for the Dark. singular. i forgor how/if they figured out it was just one.

ravio crossing out where wild should be in the timeline is sending me. i think he's got shit from all 3 timelines in his hyrule (yadda yadda A GAME THEORY) so that would explain why they all just cross each other out.

'wind said shit' that's a good observation. is this as in he said STUFF or as in he cursed and actually said the shit word. important distinction. maybe Wind says something in the war of eras??

the question mark between cia and rulie. is that dink. whats up with the question marks after hyrule. does that imply that it fucking disappears at some point?? or do they just not know

the part where i think ravio's mental state went wewewewewewewwoowowwowow

'evil god hylia?' the Potential though. i don't think its gonna happen but man that'd be a twist. how do you stop the reincarnation of your lover's soul: fucking kill all of them

'evil blink' is that. vaati?? nvm it says evil link i'm illiterate again oopsies!! now we know how ravio came up with dink. cooked

'inconsistent travel more than one person in control' yeah fucking kohga is in on this. drag him ravio

'resurrected monsters by blood curse/blessing' is this related to hyrule's blood curse. i don't think dink wants to revive ganon so what does he need the blood for. is he wanting to ascend to godhood?? vague sputtering sounds

one timeline makes sense when we hear abt why ravio didn't tell everyone about red's death. still sad but that line paired with 'so we keep going forward [...] no counting on do-overs [...] one step at a time [...] together [...] or not at all' really hits home.

this took 3 hours but yeah i'm Normal about this

[walking-fnaf-encyclopedia]

not to sound fucking insane (still looking at hw2 achievements)

but the eyes on the “consequences” achievement are from either the vanni mask that cassie gets, or the original strange mask, NOT vannys suit in sb.

you can tell by the direction of the eyelashes - the ones one the strange mask and the vanni mask both curl in towards the middle, following the line of the outer edge of the eye, while vannys suit has eyelashes that are more natural, actually coming away from the face, rather than painted on.

HOWEVER, i think its the strange mask, which mames sense with it being the help wanted sequel, due to oneee little thing….

the strange mask’s painted eyelashes are messed up on the right eye (left side while looking at it).

yep. its not a terribly important detail, but it is a detail. and its one of the minor differences between the strange mask and the vanni mask.

is this important at all? absolutely not.

did i pull out my art program to make a graphic showing exactly what i mean? OF COURSE I DID!!

also there are four total masks cause that drawing and that model are NOT the same mask and i think i got the canon model..

guys im soooo normal about this. uh anyways blame @hearts4ggy for enabling me hes at fault /lhj

(under the cut is a version without the faces features marked, i tried to emphasize the parts of the eyes i was pointing out but thought i may as well toss y'all this version. the image description is also under the cut, cause it got really long.)

[ID: The image has a dark background. There are five separate images in the canvas. At the top left of the canvas is the picture for the “Consequences” achievement (A pair of red eyes from one of the Vanny/VANNI masks in a gold-colored square). The eyes have certain features (the pupils, the eyelashes, the outer edge, and the inner corner) outlined or colored in a light pink-ish purple. Within the golden box, written in, is two lines of text that reads “wonky eyelash (2nd from outside)”, referring to the eye on the left. To the right of the image, there is a short list of details. “+4 painted eyelashes; +large pupils; pointed [down] inner corner; +red eyes.” The next two images are below, of the strange mask from Help Wanted 1 on the left, and the VANNI mask from FNaF Security Breach: Ruin on the right. Both have similarly marked pupils, lashes, inner corners, and outer edges to emphasize the details being discussed. Listed near the masks are details the two either share or that differentiate them, with arrows often pointing towards the details. For shared, the list is: “Painted on eyelashes, 4th eyelash “hid” by curve, and inner corner pointed down”. For the strange mask alone, the list is: “wonky eyelash (2nd from outside), pupils face forwards, and large pupils”. For the VANNI mask, the list is: “Neat eyelashes, slightly wall-eyed pupils, and small pupils.” The final row of images are screenshots of the Vanny suit’s mask, the one used in promotional material on the left, and the one used on the in-game model on the right. Similarly to the previous two images, they have the eye's details that are being discussed emphasized, as well as shared and differentiated features listed out. For the shared features between the two, the list is: “4 real lashes, eyeshine, [the mask is] being worn, and the inner corner [of the eye is] pointed inwards.” For the promotional art mask alone, the list is: “red eyes, and slightly wall-eyed pupils.” For the model’s mask, the list is: “glowing yellow eyes, forward facing pupils, and small pupils.” End ID.]

The second image is almost exactly the same, but the eyes are left unmarked on each image in the canvas.

[mihotose]

ive been meaning to make one and then i found this

kozukaho is kozukaho. kozukaho could be red or blue. even. kozukaho's secret third thing is parent and child but i didnt say that

i put orange for rurimegu and tsuzusaya but i feel like theyre more accurately in between orange and yellow..

and actually i like rurimegu more than tsuzusaya. but only bc i dont especially care about sayaka </3

tsuzukozumegu is blue but tsuzukozu is blue and also red and kozumegu is blue and orange and tsuzumegu is blue and yellow And green. but i simplified it and theyre also a whirlpool

i understand kahosaya but again idrc about sayaka. probably in between yellow and green

i dont think i saw a single person genuinely saying they saw kahoruri or rurisaya as anything more than friends. i like them as friends though! theyre good friends! they just all have more insane dynamics elsewhere

thinking about it id probably put green for tsuzururi (autisms) yellow for kahomegu blue(??) for kozusaya (like they get along well but theres also a sort of tension there ?)

i know very little about the 104 girls but i know hime is a rurimegu truther

i would have put a blue box around 104 ceribou if it wasnt going to disrupt the Whirlpool. im not settled on those colours or those arrows i just know 104 ceribou has Dynamics

further explanation: tsuzukozu are exes. then they got new girlfriends (not sure if any of the four parties are fully cogent of this) who are also the children in their divorce

[majorshatterandhare]

[ID: four screencaps of tags reading as follows (with typos fixed):

Image One: “#definitely didnt just learn about rosaries the other day for a brian post and then not use the learned info in the post (that did happen)

#there are lots of ways to make rosary beads, and like. people probably msde their own for a long time (thats a conjecture i’m making based-

#on 'people used to make their own everything') and the beads could be made out of lots of different stuff.

#however im not sure the fort would have stones. not sure how accessible flowering plants are to begin with let alone to be able to use-

#either the seeds as beads (need those to make more plants) or the flowers to make clay to make beads (that becomes the fruit so food. plus-

#you need the seeds from the fruit to get more) but they have sand and fire right. so maybe glass beads, and they have metal and bullets-”

Image Two: “#so they can probably make metal beads. i imagine no wood for the same reason as other plant materials. does that mean their buildings are-

#made of metal? or are they just incredibly old from before things got so bad? and if plant materials are indeed so few and far between do-

#they not have rope? was brian hung with wire or sinew or intestine?

#wire would really suck for a meat person but brian isnt (mostly) so i guess it doesnt really matter. hanging space robot jesus with catgut-

#is really something though. like plant fiber to hang a meat person and meat fiber to hang a metal person

#anyway back to the rosary. do they have plastic? presumably there is some somewhere. in hydroponics or whatever. but would galahad or other-

#religious people have had access? (and would melting it not have killed them?)”

Image Three: “#OH OH OH i think galahad should have used a piece of brians hair for the string. because why the fuck not

#do you even need the medallion part when the string material comes from the guy youre worshipping???

#also while i think offering his body for the beads is less far less likely. maybe 'spinning falsehoods into gold' was referencing using his-

#metal melted down to make new things. rather than stretching it into string as i previously thought (still prefer the string though i think)”

Image Four: “#local priest and preacher man down bad for the man of brass who was bore of heaven and strung up like a man wrought in sin

#patron saint of morality and poetry, his beauty everlasting through tarnish.

#<- [arrow] those are ops tags. i like the tarnish thing a lot

#the mechanisms #hnoc #galahad #drumbot brian #blogbot q

#sorry i went insane in your notes. its what i tend to do”

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When I referenced Galahad using Brian’s hair I was imagining him to have copper wire hair. If he had real hair it couldn’t grow because then he would have living follicles which I think goes against his mechanism being everything but his heart. Maybe they could be from someone else but TS’s mechanism is everything but the voice box, which is from someone else, so it just really depends on how you want to set those rules. I think I see copper wire hair Brian most, so that’s what I was thinking (also, copper patinas green, so he would end up with green hair and it going from red-brown to green is fun and also I personally really like green and copper patina color). So how many hairs Galahad would need would depend on how long Brian’s hair is, and his hair is curly (or at least, I’m assuming it is, since Ben Below’s hair is curly), so it’s longer than it looks at first, and it’s wire so it’s durable! I was honestly just imagining Galahad… plucking a hair from Brian’s head while he was, like, powered down or something. In sleep mode. But I think if Galahad asked Brian would probably give him one, he’s seemingly in MjE mode during HNOC, so he can’t be thinking “this will help make sure he listens to me in the future” but I don’t think there is any moral issue with him giving Galahad a piece of his hair. And from Galahad’s end I think it would reaffirm that belief. Stealing it probably would be disrespectful, but he needs the rosary to pray for his mortal soul anyway! (/j) The only moral issue I could see is making Galahad believe in him when he’s nothing special, except that he is, he has prophecies if nothing else, and he’s not really making him believe, he’s just giving him a piece of hair for string for a cool necklace thing, right? Maybe three strands to braid or twist together for strength depending on the thickness of each strand.

I have also seen someone make rosary beads from roses! I would love to make rose beads sometime. In my research it seemed like that was a relatively recent development (like 19th century IIRC), but I’m not sure how much that matters to them, you know? It’s not near here in time or space. I… think I completely forgot about Brian’s rose Thing when I was writing this (and researching rosaries to begin with). But if he could have a few different bead types that works out anyway, since there needs to be a tactile difference between certain beads. I don’t know if Galahad Rosaries would follow the same pattern as ones here, but having at least two different materials wouldn’t hurt!

I seem to have also forgotten about the existence of chains when writing the original tags. It was late and dark, hence the typos. Chains would work to and probably would make sense with the aesthetic we get from the Pendragons (or at least, what I can glean from “motorcycle”). Although I am really into Brian being hung with sinew or catgut for the reason stated above.

Galahad could take a tire or something right? Cut that up, don’t melt it because dangerous and difficult, and just, string it on. That’s the fast and dirty way to make a rosary I guess 😂 [laugh-cry emoji].

please consider: Galahad always carrying around rosary beads/prayer beads that carry the image of Merlin, The Hanged Man in the style of a saint or of a crucifix. Also he handmade the entire thing of beads btw.

[strayrockette]

Haunting At Arrow House

Summary: Arrow House holds many secrets that only dead men tell. Alternative summary: Reader moves into Arrow House and tries really hard to ignore all the red flags.

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x reader

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of death.

A/N: I don't know what I did, but enjoy.

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"They say the devil himself lived here." Anne's voice carried over the base of the stairs, "You're insane for buying this property."

I rolled my eyes and yelled out, "First of all, he wasn't a devil, he was human, and second of all, it came at a great price and it came with furniture and updated appliances."

He in question being, Thomas Shelby, an infamous man of many illegal dealings- though he was never formally charged-and sole proprietor of Arrow House.

Anne huffed up the stairs, her red locks frizzy and a mess from the humid summer air, "Oh, if only we know why such a magnificent place like this came at such a low low price."

I snorted, "Probably because of the dead bodies they found on the property."

She froze. her eyes blinking rapidly. "Tell me. Tell me you're joking."

I hummed, "I will neither deny nor confirm."

She dropped a box at her feet and ran her hand through her messy hair. "You're going to be the death of me."

With a laugh, I leaned down to drag the box of clothes down the hallway to my room. Taking that as the end of the conversation she stomped down the stairs. Anne was not one to hide her displeasure and if she did so, she did it loudly.

Kicking the door open, I dragged the box into my room and began to unpack.

Arrow House was a beautiful home, one of the few buildings that were preserved from its time. And the only building on the market that wasn't overpriced. Not to mention that no one wanted it.

"WHAT THE HELL"

Dropping the clothes in my hands I ran out of the room and scurried down the stairs towards Anne's voice. "What's wrong?"

My heart raced as I thought of the worst. Surveying the cluttered room I searched for any signs of a disturbance or an intruder but only found piles of boxes haphazardly placed around the room and on the couches.

Walking up to her I followed her eyesight, and found...a typewriter? My brows furrowed, "You got startled by a typewriter?"

She shook her head, "No, I'm startled by the fact, that THAT wasn't there a moment before I walked back in." Her voice hinted at panic.

Setting a gentle hand on her shoulder I squeezed, "Maybe it was and no one noticed?" I glanced around the room, "I mean, we have been randomly dropping stuff into the room and the realtor did say that there are many items in this house from the original owner."

My mind raced to find a logical solution, "We could have overlooked it."

She slowly turned and stared at me. Her breathing was the only sound I could concentrate on, "I love you, but no."

I frowned as she shrugged off my hand and brushed past me. "I really do love you hun, but I can't stay here any longer. I managed to move in the last of the boxes from the truck so you'll be good on that front, I'll even stop by tomorrow with groceries but don't. Just don't ask me to stay and help organize. I'll have Jake come and help you but don't ask me"

Her steps were rushed and her hands shook as she wave them around her, "I don't know how you can do it."

My face twisted in confusion, "Do what?"

She laughed nervously, "Don't tell me you don't feel it"

Her eyes traveled over my face, "You don't, do you?"

"Ummm..no, I have no idea what you're talking about." I ran my hand over the back of my neck, "But I get it, not everyone is okay with being in a 'haunted' house."

Her lips pursed a look of apprehension and worry swirling in her eyes before she closed them and shook her head, "Maybe, it's just me. Don't take it personally sweetheart, I just haven't been feeling alright, lately"

I nodded slowly, "No, it's fine..."

I watched as she left me behind with rising panic and a load of housework to be done.

True to her word she had sent Jake, her husband, to help me the next day. He came by in the early morning and helped me move furniture around to my liking and put clothes, books, and kitchen and bathroom items away. By late afternoon, there wasn't much left to do. The only places that needed work were the rooms I wasn't using as my bedroom and library. But those I could work on over time, they would most likely be turned into guest rooms or a side DIY project of mine.

"Hey, little lady, what do you want to do about the room behind this door."

I fumbled with the books in my hands as I slowed to a standstill next to Jake."It's gonna be my office, why?"

He motioned towards the big oak door to his left, "I'm not sure what's wrong with it, but no matter how hard I try it stays locked."

"It's locked?" That's odd, I'm pretty sure all the rooms were opened.

"That can't be right, Every room should be unlocked?" Handing him the books, I moved towards the door handle. My hands grasped the cool brass of the door and wiggled. Locked.

Jake hummed next to me, "Maybe the lock is faulty? It happens from time to time. I'll come by tomorrow with my lock-picking gear and get it open for you."

I let go of the handle and gave him a halfhearted agreement. He stepped back and held up the books, "I'll put these away for yah and I'll be on my way, Anne's making roast pork tonight. You wanna join?"

I glanced up at him, his brown eyes warm and inviting, "No, I'm kind of tired, we did a lot of work today."

I felt terrible for declining, but I really did feel exhausted.

He laughed, "Curtesy of you."

It wasn't a lie. I'd worked him and me to the bone since 5 am putting stuff away. Only because I refused to get settled at a snail's pace.

After escorting him out, I went back up to the locked office door and tried opening it again. It didn't budge. My mind raced as I tried to understand why it would be locked. Faulty lock? A faulty lock was possible but it was still....no, don't go there.

With a shake of my head, I went about my evening. I put my new large kitchen to use making rice, beans, and fried pork chops and used my new dining room to eat. After dinner, I put my new large tub to use with a nice bubble bath. Needless to say, I was happy with my decision to buy this place.

My humming and the sound of water droplets falling from the faucet filled the air. Releasing a relaxed breath, I sunk deeper into the tub allowing the water to engulf me.

Thump.

My hands stilled.

Thump.

That sounds awfully close.

Thump.

My heart raced.

Silence.

The longest I've ever stayed underwater was 30 seconds. 30 seconds always felt fast, but now at a 10-second count, it felt like forever.

Something in the air shifted. Hardly noticeable but as a sat in the water, a cold chill running up my spine, I began to wonder how I hadn't noticed it before.

My eyes screwed tight as I counted. It had to be all in my head.

Step. Step.

The water rippled, but not because I moved. My heart raced.

the faint smell of whisky and cigarette smoke wafted my nose despite being underwater. Why was it so strong?

My skin prickled as the air turned heavy. Watching. Knowing.

My mind screamed for air but my body refused to move stuck between death and an unknowable hell. Not moving seemed like the better choice. Something kicked the tub, impossible because no one was here to do any kicking. Yet, I felt the tub vibrate as a result.

The longer I stayed under the more it seemed that death was certain for me.

21

22

I need to breath

23

Oh god

24

25

The scent of whisky and cigarettes faded from my nostrils.

26

The air rippled and the feeling of being watched went with it.

27

the goosebumps on my skin settled.

28

I wondered if I could breathe fresh air.

29

But I settled on waiting one more second.

30

I coughed and gasped for air. My hands rubbed my face and wild eyes took in the bathroom exterior. Nothing out of place except the bathroom door is open.

You're just tired, Y/N. That's all.

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[taiyakiiwrites]

hihihi ~ hope you're doing well! would you mind doing some hcs for keigo with a quirkless s/o??? i was thinking of someone that it's a police officer or even a nurse??? btw hope you don't mind using g/n pronouns, please. take care <3

— keigo x quirkless!reader hcs

pairing(s): keigo takami x gn!reader

wc: 1.4k+ words

content: how you met hawks, post confession headcanons, fluff because we love it here, cursing, small dashes of insecurity talk at the end

notes: i am doin pretty good!! and thank you for the request (and also tellin me my ask box wasnt open ;-;) i hope you enjoy what i cooked up for ya!! also, dw! the pronouns are always gender neutral when i write apart from requests and when people don’t specify in requests. i’m also fine if you or anyone wants your or their request written with specific pronouns too :)) you take care as well!! <3

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keigo is rather fragile when it comes to relationships. he was taken in and started his training to be a hero very early on in his life, so he has no experience with deeper relationships, let alone romantic ones

well

had

his training covered assassination, spy missions, surprise attacks, and almost any possible scenario you could think of, which is even more insane considering quirks exist

but he was unprepared as shit for your first encounter with him

it was just another day and just another villain. he took care of them quickly and efficiently and the villain was dragged to the side. the bystanders that were watching before soon crowded him with questions and mics, papers and pens. but, like always, he had to talk to the officials first

reluctantly, he waved away his fans with a wink and smile, then turned the other way

and holy guacamole

you appeared at the scene and he got Got™️

was just struck with a solid 10 cupid arrows simultaneously

now, being the number two hero, he’s not usually nervous about talking to people—half of his job is that

but there was without a doubt hesitation present as he slowly made his way towards you and the group you were with

palms-sweaty-knees-weak-arms-heavy-mom’s-spaghetti type beat

walking over felt like an eternity with how much he was overthinking. why was he overthinking anyways? this was a completely normal situation after a completely normal fight and he was going over to talk to completely normal person (well, debatable)

he finally made it to the group and didn’t even need to clear his throat: they’d notice those bright, red wings anywhere, including you

“hey, what’s the situation?” he chimed after getting everyone’s attention, making eye contact with everyone and turning on his ✨hero charm✨

HOWEVER

when he turned to you

oh my—

sparkles. sparkles flying around. his head. awestruck.

your coworker didn’t seem to notice:

“oh, nothing too unusual. we’ll take him back and deal with him.”

hawks nodded at the man, visibly absentminded as he continued to stare at you

for a moment, you thought you did something wrong somehow within the first two seconds of being in his presence, but you just laughed—this snapped him out of his daze

“also, thank you for what you did today,” you mentioned with those gorgeous eyes of yours staring back at him, oh my gosh what a pretty shade of—“we all appreciate what you do for the city.”

for some reason, this seemed to catch him off guard, but he collected himself quickly: “o-oh! well, i mean, all in a day’s work. you help out the city just as much as i do, y’know. heroes are only part of the puzzle.” what a #humbleking

you took a moment to process his words, but then smiled, appreciation glistening in your gaze. “ah, well, i do as much as i can as a quirkless citizen.”

oops does that count as oversharing—

but before he could ask further, you and your group unfortunately had to excuse yourselves.

never in a million years would he miss that one last goodbye smile you gave him, though

LUCKILY it’s procedure to check in with all the workers involved after a crime scene definitely yes 100% yup totally

so, he invites you to talk about the scene at his agency! how nice of him! definitely wasn’t a plot to get to know you better without your coworkers potentially getting in the way! and he books it the literal day after because this man is now intrigued with the one minute he spent with you!

of course, you gotta dress to impress for the number two hero. so, when the day comes, you throw on one of your sharpest outfits and make your way downtown walking fast to the agency

the workers’ direct you to hawks’ office as he waits in his chair, checking his phone every two seconds for the time. god, when were you going to get here?—

a knock echoed through the room and he has never ran out of his chair faster

he swings the door open and you smile at him, saying hello with the files of yesterday’s case in your hands.

turn on the charm again and—“hey there~”

,,, initiate youhaveaheartattack.exe

he welcomes you in and pulls up a chair for you, then sits down at his own chair and discreetly noticed your outfit hOW ARE YOU SO GOOD LOOKING

he makes a quick joke about how he wishes the chairs were equal quality for both him and the ones for others in his office and you laugh of course because it is obvious this man is trying his dang darnest best and—“oh! i didn’t even ask for your name!”

in his head it’s just “DAMN IT HAWKS YOU IDIOT WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS YOU LITTLE—”

you realize this too and chuckle, then state it to him. he repeats after you and your name rolls off his tongue almost too easily. “nice ring to it.”

you nervously smile and avert your eyes for a moment, collecting yourself because this gorgeous man is right in front of you and did i mention he’s the number two hero because wow status is scary— “uh, should we get to the case?”

right

Fuck™️

luckily, fate was in his favor today

the conversation started off professional, but after the basics were covered about the crime scene, he got to segway into something else: your quirkless-ness

it was a little out of left field, having someone like him ask about something like that, but you don’t ignore it. instead, you sigh and rub the back of your neck. you didn’t want things to get too unprofessional, so you hit the main points only:

you said it was hard growing up quirkless. all the other kids seemed to have such a huge advantage compared to you. even as you did your best in academics, there were moments in school that just seemed like a sign in big, bold letters that you were never going to be at their level, and all because you were born unlucky

though, you added, you decided that you still wanted to help people in the ways you could. so, you worked hard day in and day out, and now you were here

you finished up the story and hawks was feeling… surprisingly sentimental

hawks’ quirk was almost all of who he was, his whole identity. sometimes, he thinks he wouldn’t be able to live without it. sure, he’s met quirkless people before, but seeing something—someone—like this, up close and personal? hearing about it from someone who saw the silver lining and decided that was enough?

he didn’t think you could get any better, but you clearly proved him wrong

“wow.” he leaned back in his chair. “i’m startin to think you should be on this side of the desk.”

you were stunned. with a nervous laugh and a wave of your hand, you pushed it aside and continued with what little of the case there was to talk about

,,, yeah no, hawks wasn’t gonna let that happen

the questioning ended and he not-so-secretly slipped you a paper with an address, one you’re familiar with being a local cafe, and a time, one that’s far too soon for you to think that this was going to be just another questioning

headcanons, post confession!

when he comes homes from work, he stretches his arms open wide and calls out that he’s home—it’s second nature for you to run to the door instantly and tackle him in a hug. if he’s in a good mood, he’ll pick you up and spin you around, singing a small line of either one of his or your favorite songs, whichever one was stuck in his head during patrol

he is busy as a pro hero, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t busy too! so, you two still work out a schedule so you can spend as much time together as possible

the days you and him do get off are filled with bad jokes, good food, and plenty of kisses. he likes to unwind when he can, so dates include movie nights (both at home with tons of blankets and in theaters with tons of overpriced candy and popcorn), serene, 5 star restaurants (he gets deals from plenty of places as a hero), small picnics with probably burnt cookies (again, he’s trying his best), and more!

you sometimes feel insecure about being with him. he’s the number two hero with a one of a kind quirk—the spotlight is on him the second he arrives. and you just feel so small in comparison. but he can’t have any of this

he’ll comfort you any time you feel down, and reassure you that you being quirkless means nothing to him; he loves you for who you are. and he mentions to look on the bright side: how you’ve come so far even without one, and how that makes you all the more special. he admits that sometimes, he doesn’t feel worthy of you

a lot of people are shallow nowadays. clout chasers are everywhere. and so, he’s used to being used. his fame is good when he can have an impact on the world, but more times than it should, it stabs him in the back.

getting someone like you? someone who doesn’t use him like a puppet on a string for your own benefit? that alone would make him feel conflicted. but there’s so much more to you. he can’t help but feel unworthy too

and well, you can’t have any of this either, now can you?

you both are each others’ support systems and you help each other grow as individuals, leading to a healthy, loving relationship. it’s what both of you deserve <333

[tinyyoungblood]

don’t be shy,

post sum of those drafts

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

a/n: you asked and you shall receive. here are very random scraps that i pieced together and somehow it worked lol enjoy x

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the avengers on long bus rides

long bus rides are the only times where the world is balanced and at peace (forced smile from steve)

it’s also the only times when everyone will chime in on those sea shanties that steve loves so much, so that’s a plus

the team knows that their captain is a sea shanty WHORE so they always go all out for him and do harmonies and quite impressive choreos

once they’ve run out of sea shanties, they switch to musicals and it’s kind of like football jocks meet theatre kids

everyone has their troy bolten moment at some point, but it’s loki who really shines

he gets really passionate and ends up singing all parts and no one can blame him because mans got the voice of an angel and he knows it

nat is super supportive and cheers him on while recording everything. no one questions why she has a folder on her phone that is called “blackmail material”

tony likes to show his support by throwing money at loki

the others reenact that scene from harry potter where harry tries to catch hogwarts letters falling from the ceiling although there are loads of them perfectly lying on the floor

they fight tooth and nail to catch the money with a ferocity that puts the gods in shame

peter shoots his webs to pin the dollar bills to the wall like he suddenly got a lifelong supply of them and clint acts like his arrows are made of harmless rubber

rhodey joins in, puts on his suit, and almost blasts happy ✨to death✨while trying to catch a one-dollar bill

happy swerve the bus off a cliff and someone screams

(it was loki)

wanda has to save them and proceeds to bench them all for an hour

bucky, friend to no vehicles, is grumpy the entire time but y/n has made it her temporary calling to cheer him up

“i don’t like vehicles and this is why” *y/n whips out a duffel bag and slaps it* “yea, well, but what are your thoughts on sudokus”

bucky curls up in the back like the senior citizen that he is, sandwiched between y/n and bruce with a lifelong supply of sudokus scattered around him

they quietly help each other out and it’s very wholesome

tony and peter can fall asleep anywhere on the bus with their necks and limbs turned at all kinds of unnatural angles and sam winces before tearing his eyes from them

he makes a mental note to buy them neck pillows

nat suggests playing ‘i spy’ because it seems less lethal than the yellow car game but clint, sam, and thor get way too enthusiastic about it

they have their faces pressed against the window, eyes wide and unblinking, unaware that they’re frightening half of the people sitting in the passing cars

at some point, they lose all sense and just randomly name everything

“i spy with my little eye something that is red” “that car” “no” “that car” “no” “clint’s sweater” “it’s not—” “bucky’s pen, the flowERS, MY SHOES, THE SKY”

rhodey and nat are surprisingly good at that game and their calm demeanour drives the others insane

“fine. i spy with my stupid little eye something that is amber—” “bottom left button on the inside of loki’s overcoat, try again”

wanda and vision are in charge of lunch and handing out lunch boxes to everyone is a delight to them and a very. scary experience for the rest of the team

“here you go, buck. a turkey sandwich with cut off crust and extra tomatoes” “oh you didn’t have to cut off—” “😠but you like it. don’t you😠” “...yes”

peter and y/n are sharing a seat and y/n shows him her online purchases on her phone. peter is really sweet the entire time and comments on everything with genuine interest until rhodey pipes up from behind them

“you ordered new shoes? y/n, you don’t even go outside enough to justify wearing shoes”

they shush him and proceed to share headphones to listen to peter’s current favourite songs

at some point, tony announces, “alright ladies and gentlegerms, cap is making us stop the bus so we can get out and go for a two-mile jog through the woods *unenthusiastic jazz hands* if anyone wants to fling us off a cliff again, now is the time, i repeat—”

they still end up running and it’s insufferable. it’s hot and musty and just ~unpleasant~

somehow the avengers have evolved into a chaotic Debate Team and now they’re discussing who gets to be carried by thor and bucky

at an intersection, the two of them stop to catch their breath and they’re both just staring at each other, sweaty and covered in avengers hanging off their limbs

thor, prying loki off his back: “i’m sorry but we’re gonna have to do something different here”

y/n is hopping off bucky’s back when there’s suddenly a loud, ugly sound reverberating through the forest, followed by many footsteps that seem to come closer by the second

they run

branches keep tearing at their skin as they bolt through the woods but they’re not stopping because it’s clear what is happening right now

they’re being chased by wild boars

at this point they’re just embracing death and if they survive it’s a bonus

a boar comes running towards bucky and wanda but bucky “i have been falling for 90 years and i’m sick of it” barnes stares it straight in the eye, daring it to knock them over and the boar just squirms and make a u-turn

another wild boar seems to have decided that clint is not part of the herd because it sends clint FLYING in a quite impressive and beautiful arc

steve tries to ditch clint and train the boar

clint wasn’t hurt by the fall, but he stares at steve as if he might as well have broken a rib

they’re back on the bus and happy cocks a brow when he sees that everyone is exhausted and covered in dirt. he chooses to say nothing when nat climbs in with loki half-leaning on her for support and glaring broodily at the floor

everyone just wants to sleep and forget that the avengers were almost defeated by boars but bruce and sam keep bickering in the front row

“it’s too bright in here” “it’s the sun” “the lights get too noisy” “…what” “make it stop” “what do you want me to do?? turn off the sun???”

peter and y/n are huddled in a seat again, sharing headphones to drone out the noise and the moment he hits play, y/n looks at him blankly

peter, shrugging: “what? my 7 songs still go hard”

* * *

what are your seven songs that still go hard? pls tell me bc i desperately need new music <3 stay hydrated pals

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[littlestarrykenobi]

Spin the Bottle (Akaashi x Reader NSFW one shot)

Summary: You are tired of Akaashi’s dual personality toward you and decide to get to the bottom of it with a bottle of wine and a late night alone. 

Warnings: NSFW, name calling, quickie, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 2793

The day you moved in you knew that Akaashi was going to be a troublesome roommate. The landlord assured you that the boys she already had living in the room were nice young men, one of them hardly ever home in the first place, and since you were desperate for somewhere to live before the start of term you didn’t figure that you had much of a choice otherwise.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Bokuto cheered as he set down the last box. “Barbeque dinner time yeah?! You promised!”

The door to Akaashi’s room was already shut before you had the chance to answer, leaving you alone with the silver haired extrovert. What you didn’t realize was that Akaashi had his back to the door, cheeks bright pink as he slid to the floor, staring at the ground as he tried to collect himself. He had hardly the occasion to speak two words to you before but he’d seen you on campus freshman year and now…? Well, he’d have to talk to you… unless…

You and Akaashi have been basically battling back and forth leaving each other subtle hints for nearly two months. The crush came fast, made of little reminder notes left on bathroom mirrors for both you and Bokuto and cups of coffee left hot for you on the kitchen counter in the mornings. You caught him sneaking little glances out of the corner of your eye before and it was sincerely sweet how he’d work late with you at the small kitchen table, his books spread over half of it while your side was just as messy. He’d make you little snacks at midnight, bring you coffee during especially strenuous study sessions, but when you would try and joke with him like you would with Bokuto he’d shut you out completely. It seemed almost impossible to you that these two men, so opposite in personality, could be such close companions but… You supposed that crazier things have happened.

“Oh come on Akaashi you and Bokuto have to have a little more in common than that,” You teased one evening.

“What do you mean?” He asked quietly.

“Well how is it that a guy like Bokuto who’s all machismo and confidence make friends with a-” You watched as his face fell, a blush on his cheeks as he shut his laptop hard.

“I should be getting to the library.”

“Wait, that came out wrong I-”

“No, no I’m not offended I really have to be going.”

Then you’d sigh and slump in your chair, working alone again. You were getting tired of how evasive Akaashi was, especially since you and Bokuto were really starting to get closer as friends.

“You just intimidate him!” Bokuto promised you one night as you sat at your favorite small dive bar. “He’s not used to having two pretty faces to deal with!”

“First off I’m not that pretty and second off how could I be intimidating?” You laughed, shaking your head as you took another sip of your drink.

“Well, okay, Akaashi only had like… Two girls he ever went on a date with that I know about. Being his best friend, I think I’d know! So… What are you going to do huh? Maybe you could get him to do a movie night when I’m gone next weekend.”

“You’re going to be gone?” You muse, thinking it over. It’d be nice to spend more time with Akaashi and besides… The mystery had a little bit of an allure to it.

As you and Bokuto walked home you thought about it more and more. Why were you so determined to be Akaashi’s friend anyway? What did it matter if he hated you or something, Bokuto was clearly happy with you being at the apartment and besides it wasn’t causing you any trouble so why did you care so damn much about this handsome fit setter? But that’s when it began to hit you. The kindness of those notes about things you had due, the thoughtfulness of how he started getting snacks he’d know you’d like for your midnight essay writing, staying up with you when he didn’t need to to cram for tests… You were starting to fall for the way he showed you how he loved you, even if he couldn’t say any of this out loud… yet. That next weekend, when Bokuto was away for a game, you were going to figure out if the seemingly insane thing your brain came up with had any merit to it whatsoever.

You hear Akaashi come home, the door slamming behind him as he dragged himself over to the couch. You could see how the semester was stressing him out, wincing as his tired eyes turned to you. He had hardly been home for the past two days, holed up in the library as finals approached.

“I turned in that paper, Y/N,” He said softly, a proud smile on his face. “I can finally relax…”

“Oh?” You smiled as you joined him on the couch, noting how he made just enough room for you but didn’t quite move far enough for there to be any more than a few inches between the two of you. “Well then it’s a perfect time for a wine night isn’t it?”

“Honestly that sounds.. really nice…” He mumbled, blushing and clearing his throat as he thought about the advice Bokuto gave him.

It’s obvious she likes you too! Just… Say yes to it! Go with what she wants to do and then you’ll figure out the perfect time when it hits, just like we always have!

That wasn’t how they always had, true, but he understood the sentiment Bokuto was getting at. Shutting down opportunities to spend time with you wasn’t helping him one bit so… Why was this so difficult? He let you run off, getting the bottle of wine and the opener before you sat back down, filling two glasses.

“To work well done and reward well earned,” You smiled, clinking glasses with him as you eased into the couch.

Akaashi blushed, nodding with the toast as he leaned back as well, absent mindedly wrapping an arm around your shoulders, his cheeks hot with embarrassment the moment he realized it. But it was too late now, wasn’t it? If he pulled away you’d for sure notice and then think he didn’t want to have his arm around you which he totally did but if he leaves his arm and you don’t want him to have his arm around you then he just comes off as creepy, doesn’t he? He’d been maintaining a distance between you two for his own protection but now that you leaned into the way his arm had been wrapped around your shoulders that had vanished into thin air… and what surprised him most was how grateful he was for its absence.

That small touch was enough to put him at ease, not thinking about how the wine flowed until you were both three glasses deep, sharing stories from high school as he told you more about how Bokuto would practically form mushrooms pouting when he messed up in Volleyball. He felt your weight shift a little to look more at him as he decided to finally get bold. A tad bit woozy, he set the glass down before taking your face in both his hands, squishing your cheeks and his legs onto the couch.

“I want… to kiss you.” He mumbled, his blue eyes flickering all over your face, trying to memorize the way you heated up as he made his infamous split second decisions. “But I cannot…” He whispered, bursting out into laughter as he fell back onto the couch, clutching his chest like his heart had been pierced with an arrow.

You crawled between his legs, leaning over him with a grin.

“I could kiss you then,” You offer, leaning in to do just that before he puts his hand over your mouth, his palm pressed to your sweet lips.

“No,” He whined, shaking his head firmly. “You can’t.”

“And why not?” You pouted, voice muffled by his hand and reminding him of Bokuto’s pout just enough to inspire a large goofy grin.

“Because if I kiss you… I wont stop… and I want to remember… everything about that, Y/N-chan.” He purred, his hand moving quickly to behind your head, pulling you down to rest your head on his chest, taking a deep breath as he held you. “I like you… a lot… And… I just want to fall asleep with you like this… Can you stay with me tonight?”

His voice had just the slightest whine to it, clearly reluctant to let you go even if it was just to walk down the hall to his room. He could hardly remember the rest of the night, his leg hooked in between yours so you couldn’t wander off, his arms wrapped around your body so you were enveloped by his warmth… He fell asleep in his clothes, not caring that he was in jeans and a button down which are arguably some of the least comfortable sleeping clothes one could wear. The next morning when his head stopped spinning he spent almost twenty minutes just staring down at you, admiring how peacefully you slept with him, sighing contentedly. This was exactly how he wanted things to be with you…

He almost began to pretend to be asleep when you woke up but the way you said his name, mumbling it before you cuddled into him… He smiled down at you, kissing your forehead softly.

“I know Bokuto-san will be home soon but… I… I wanted to…” He stammered, his cheeks getting tomato red as you looked up at him with such big loving eyes.

You didn’t give him an opportunity to finish his sentence, pressing your lips to his so sweetly he could swear that he felt a cavity pop up right as it happened. He smiled into the tender kiss, one hand gently tangling into your hair, pulling you closer as your bodies pressed to the other, desperately seeking their touch. He couldn’t fully hold back his moan as you rolled on top, happy to let you straddle him as you kissed lovingly over and over, his face radiating heat as he realized what you could probably feel despite his jeans.

“You know I’m sure it wasn’t comfortable sleeping in your dress shirt like this…” You mumble as your fingers delicately begin to work on his buttons. He lets a shiver run down his spine, the morning sunlight making you glitter like a deity above him as he lets you completely take control.

“If this is what you want I-” he whispered before you started to giggle, making him furrow his brow. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh nothing,” You tease. “Last night you were all ‘oh if I kiss you I’m not stopping’ and here you are, letting me be the dominant one.”

Akaashi smirked, huffing a little as you challenged his dominance. He quickly started to help you with his buttons, slipping out of the shirt as he sat up, throwing the garment aside as he wrapped an arm around your lower back, easily flipping you onto your back. “If you’re going to hold me to my promises like that, my little flower, then I suppose I have to do my best to fulfill every last one of them.”

His hands slipped up your shirt, fingers playing with your nipples as he pressed his lips to yours again, tugging and rolling them between his fingers, trying to illicit any reaction he could as he nibbled and sucked your bottom lip, reveling in your every small moan or noise.

“Keiji,” You whine as he moves his kisses to your jaw, finding a sweet spot by your ear before going for the pleasure centers in your neck.

“What is it, my flower?” he purrs, backing off of you just enough to slide your t-shirt over your head and throw it to the side, abandoned with his own in the corner.

“Y-You said… Bokuto could-“

“I don’t want to talk about him. I want to focus on you.” He growled, clearly a little jealous that he hadn’t rid your thoughts of everything and anything but him right now.

“N-No, Keiji he could walk in on us if we a-aren’t… you know…” you mumble, blushing darkly as you melt under his intense stare.

“Well… Then I suppose I’ll have to savor you another time, hmm? I should just punish you now then, is that it? Punish you for teasing me?”

You blush, shaking your head as he pulls off your sleep shorts, smirking to see the arousal already evident. “No underwear huh?” He chuckled. “Figures. You know who finds your… dirty panties in the bathroom, don’t you?”

Your brain is practically melting now, thinking back and remembering times when you must have forgotten to pick them up after showers. You always had all of them, you thought at least, and he’d never brought them up before so you hadn’t noticed.

“What if Bokuto-san had found them, hmm? What would he have said?” Akaashi growled, his digits quickly making work to stretch you out for his waiting, throbbing member as one hand worked on undoing his jeans. “Unless that’s what all this was, hmm? Playing us against each other? So fucking dirty, aren’t you?”

He pulled away just long enough to take off his pants, leaving them exactly where he was standing as he crawled back on top of you now completely nude, still towering over you as he pressed a finger into your mouth, making you suck your own need off of them. “Now be a good little flower, won’t you? Let me fuck your brains out.”

His pace wasn’t meant to let you adjust. If you were going to bring Bokuto up, remind him how Bokuto could be back at any minute, ruin the morning he’d been dreaming of then, well, he was going to ensure your pussy would be made into a perfect sleeve for his cock regardless of what you thought on the matter. He sucked on your neck as he drilled into you, carefully hitting your sweet spots as he held your chest to his, leaving marks hungrily all along your exposed skin. Keiji didn’t care to let anyone have even the slightest opportunity to imagine you without being reminded that he’d be there. One hand slipped back down to your sex, fingers working at a furious pace to get you off as your orgasm approached. You two were practically animals in heat, howling for each other as you took advantage of Bokuto’s absence.

“Fuck I’m so close,” he muttered, not realizing that was the first thing he’d even been able to say since he’d sheathed himself into you for the first time.

“Come on,” he whispered into your neck, not letting up on his speed. “Fuck baby I need you to cum…”

He begged for your orgasm, fingers working like mad as he finally felt you climax, gasping as his eyes widened, the hand working your sex quickly going to his own as he squeezed hard around the base, pulling out as quickly as he could to spill his cum on your stomach, panting as he painted it white with his sticky juices.

“F-Fuck,” he chuckled, still shaky as he tried to catch his breath. “You certainly know how to… take it out of me…”

He sat back on his heels, admiring how beautiful you looked covered in his cum after your own orgasm. “If I had any idea where my phone was I’d take a picture but… I suppose I can wait for next time…”

“Next time?” You said, ears perking up.

He furrowed his brow, confused and a little frustrated. “Wait you didn’t think…? Boke.”

Akaashi shook his head, sighing softly with a light smile. “Let’s clean you up before Bokuto gets home alright? I think I… Can finally tell him I have a girlfriend…”

He gently stroked your cheek before getting a tissue, happily cleaning your stomach as he let you sneak back into your room, out of the view of the living room. He stood in the door to your room, wearing some casual sweatpants and an old volleyball t-shirt, wrapping his arms around your body for a moment and giving you a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Let’s go make breakfast yeah?” he mumbled.

“I was thinking pancakes!” Bokuto laughed as he passed by the two of you, heading to his room at the end of the hall, making Akaashi freeze. “By the way, a little quieter next time yeah? Might wake the neighbors!”

[bokettochild]

If you’re still taking requests maybe Legend showing off his outfits from Triforce Heroes (if you consider that one of his games) or just the fierce deity outfit if that’s to much

Good grief! This one really took it away! I liked the prompt so much, and had so many ideas for it, that I think this might have to be a multi-parter (wasn't expecting that).

I touched on three outfits in this one, but I have six more I might do as well. For reference, I included the Kolkiri Clothes, Linebeck's Uniform and the Cozy Parka.

I also realized while writing this that this is the first time I've written from Wind's perspective, which is positively criminal!

I am still taking requests by the way! If you want to see something, shoot it at me!

(Fic below the cut)

It started so normal, Wind never thought it would get so insane.

They were in the Old Man’s Hyrule, too far from the ranch to make it by nightfall but close enough to still be in a relatively safe location. Time had called for them to set up camp and as they were close to a stream, Twilight had called for the additional order of baths.

Watching Twilight drag his protégé into the water was almost worth having to have his head scrubbed by Sky.

Most of them had taken the chance to cool off and mess around once they were clean, and while Warriors attempted to duck Time under the water (a mistake, they soon realized, when the man easily overpowered the captain, who ended up getting dunked instead) and Wild sat in a tree watching their backs (hanging up to dry, Twilight had joked), Wind found that the rest of them were content to swim idly in the water, with only the occasional splash from one or another of them. Usually, there would be more noise, but Twilight was teaching Hyrule to doggie paddle, and they needed calmer waters so as to not scare the Traveler.

He cast his eyes over their group. A red-faced Warriors was coughing and spluttering out insults at a smug looking Time (boy he needed his picto-box), Twilight was gently coaxing Hyrule to the other bank in a manner highly resemblant of a parent urging a baby to walk, Wild was keeping watch, and Sky was relaxing in the shallows.

Where were Four and Legend?

A glance upwards and a signed conversation with Wild later and Wind was making his way upstream a way, around a bend that blocked off most of the noise but that Wild could still see over if needed, to where Four and Legend sat together one the bank.

Or rather, Legend sat, Four was floating in the shallows with a curious expression as he watched the vet- cleaning clothes?

“We’re out here having a good time and you’re doing the laundry? Boring much.” He drawled, drawing the attention of the two heroes.

“I don’t like swimming around others.” Legend scrunched up his nose in disgust, it wiggled, almost cutely. “And my things needed a wash.”

He snorted, turning his questioning gaze to Four.

The smithy shrugged. “It’s quieter over here, and Wars will try and dunk me if he gets the chance.” A heavy sigh escaped the shortest hero. “He really needs to be taken down a notch some days.”

“Some days?” Legend snorted.

Wind just rolled his eyes. So, what if Wars had a bit of an ego and spent a lot of time messing with them? It was just the way the captain expressed himself, Wind would do the same if he could get away with it and had a few inches on the others.

A flash of color in the spring caught his attention, bright pink against the soft blue of the water, and he surged forwards. “What’s that?”

Legend’s hand hit his face as the vet reached out to push him back, effectively pushing the excited child under water, and for a brief moment, Wind could swear he saw a pink skirt drifting just before his face before it disappeared and he was popping up out of the water again with a splash.

“You have pink clothes?” He grinned at the bundle of fabric in the Vet’s hands.

“I have clothes in all colors.” Legend sniffed, batting another piece of fabric at him in a shooing motion.

“Doubt.” Four and Wind deadpanned. “Nobody has that much clothing.”

Legend’s face was drawn, eyes dark with that haunted look that Time sometimes got when looking at the moon. “I do.”

Wind and Four exchanged a look. “Why would you even need so much clothing?”

“Adventure number six.” Legend sighed, returning to his washing.

Another shared glance was exchanged and the two boys swam closer to the older teen. “And you used all of it?” Legend nodded. “All by yourself?”

The vet paused. “I had some...friends, with me.”

“You have friends?” Wind sat up again, who knew the Vet actually got along with people other than Ravio and Zelda?

“Ouch.”

“Yeah, Wind, that’s kinda mean.” Four murmured.

“I don’t mean you don’t have friends,” He huffed bangs from his eyes to look at Legend better, it did nothing, they still drifted into his view and cut off his view of the top of Legend’s hat. “I mean, we’ve never seen them so I didn’t realize you were on good terms with more people than Ravio.”

Legend shrugged. “You probably won’t ever meet them, I... became acquainted with them outside of Hyrule and they’ve never been seen leaving the land where we traveled together.”

“What were their names?” Four asked lazily, eyes trailing after leaves that floated off downstream towards where the others were.

Legend’s snort caught them off guard. “You don’t want to know.”

Now that was interesting, Legend never shied away from giving names to the people he had met in his travels, what was so different about these people? He’d had nothing against telling them Ravio’s name. “Why not?” Curiosity was tickling at his just like his hair was, and it was the only thing keeping him from ducking under again to relieve the itching of slowly-drying hair.

Legend cocked a brow at the two of them. “Their names are worse than ours.”

Now Wind really wanted to know! “What were they?”

Four echoed his question, eyes glinting in the light as he stared over at the vet, who was now beginning to pack away his things again. It took some nagging (something Wind had plenty of experience with) to finally get Legend to answer, but when he did, he didn’t disappoint.

“Red, Blue and Green. A set of nut cases if you ask me.” Legend drawled, not looking at them as he stuffed something glittery and gold in his bag. Four froze, eyes flashing four colors, one after another for a moment before he turned his sharp gaze on the vet.

“Did they call you Vio by any chance?”

Wind stared. “Why would they do that? He already has a name, he wouldn’t need to match, besides, Legend doesn’t even wear purple.”

“His eyes are purple.” Four pointed out, and Wind turned to very pointedly try and see what color Legend’s eyes actually were.

They were purple.

“No, they didn’t call me Vio,” Legend rolled his eyes, pushing Wind out of his face again. “They call me Link, same as any sane person does.”

“We’re sane.” Wind protested.

“Debatable.” The two older heroes deadpanned.

Wind pouted, but let it go, gaze drifting for a moment as he let silence fall over them. Four was staring at Legend in a suspicious manner, eyes blue again, but he didn’t say anything, and the vet didn’t seem keen on saying anything either, instead getting up and walking over to the clothes he had draped across one of the trees. He wasn’t kidding, it looked like a rainbow over there.

“So, if those things belonged to your friends, why do you have them?”

“Only one with a bottomless bag.” Came the clipped reply. “That and I’m the only one who’s likely to need them again.”

“Your friends don’t need clothes?” Four balked.

“No! Of course, they do!” Legend made a face, swatting a hand at Four. “Wild’s the only one who goes around naked, I’ll have you know, and if any of them had done the same they would have been shunned by the whole kingdom.” The vet huffed, voice dropping to a mutter. “What with the fashion laws and all.”

“So, if they already have clothes of their own, what did you need all for this for?” He gestured towards the various garments that Legend was still packing away.

“They’re all enchanted, or otherwise intended for special purposes.” The vet winced. “Hopefully I’ll never need most of them again, but there’s always the chance.”

“Will we ever get to see them?” He watched as Legend stuffed another garment into one of his bags many pockets.

“Hopefully never.” Legend spat.

But when did things ever go Legend’s way?

It was a hat first.

A battle in the forest ended with black blood spattered everywhere, but with Legend and Wild having provided support from the sidelines in the form of arrows flying across the battlefield, injuries were more scarce than normal.

Of course, that could be attributed to the fact that there had only been a few of the black-blooded monsters in the camp they had just destroyed.

As most of them had gathered their weapons and wiped away the blood, Wild had come leaping down from the treetops with Legend following after at a more sedate pace. Wind wondered if that was because of the Vet’s arthritis is because of the huge hat on his head.

“Nice accessories, do some shopping while we were down here fighting?” Wars snarked, huffing a laugh at the vet as Legend’s feet touched the earth again.

Indigo blue snapped at the captain as Legend adjusted the pointed cap. “No time for that when I have you all to keep an eye on.”

Twilight sniggered. “What’s with the hat, Ledge?”

“Yeah!” Wind bounded up to the older hero, eyes wide as he looked at the strange accessory. “Where did you get that?”

“Is that one of the things you got on your last adventure?” Four mused, sparking further excitement in the sailor, if it was, than maybe Legend would actually be willing to tell them more about it!

“Yeah, is it?”

No one addressed the confused stares of the taller heroes as their three shortest members conversed.

“Yeah,” Legend lifted the hat off and brushed at its brim in a clearly fond display; if he even attempted to say anything about hating his adventure again Wind was not going to believe him, not after that smile. “A Kolkiri hat, made to aid archers and help them shoot more arrows. I don’t usually use it, but it helps when you need to take out more than one enemy at once.”

“You could just learn to shoot better.” Wild chuckled, plucking at the hats brim only to have the garment whisked out of reach by a glaring veteran.

“I can shoot well; this just helps me see better because it blocks the freaking sun.”

“Kolkiri you say?” Time mused, stepping forwards to peer at the pointed green cap.

“Sure, you didn’t just steal it off of a witch?” Wars teased.

“No witch could replicate this sort of quality,” And if there wasn’t pride in his voice than Wind would eat his boots. “Not even the finest tailors in all of Hytopia could imitate it, and they’ve tried.” Legend spun the hat in his hands before popping it back on top of his head. “Don’t know the tailor, but what I wouldn’t give to learn their tricks. Kolkiri know what they’re doing, and they do it better than most Hylian craftsmen.”

Time was smirking, and Wind really wanted to know why. “You should see the tunics they can make.”

Legend returned the smirk. “Oh, I have, I own one.”

“As do I,” Their resident old man chuckles. “Although I doubt I could fit in it any longer.”

Wind giggles, trying to imagine Time in the clothes he’s seen on the spirits of the kolkiri, it’s hard, what with how big their leader is.

“Hat might fit you though.” And as the words ring through the air, Legend is already reaching up to pull the brim of his pointed hat over Time’s face. Their leader chuckles, brushing Legend off and adjusting the hat to sit more securely on his head.

Somehow, Time looks more comfortable in the hat than he does in his armor, and even though the two clash terribly, he doesn’t seem to mind, a light smile gracing his features as they set off again.

It’s a few days before Legend brings out another item from his collection of clothes, and when he does, it’s only after the others have drifted off to sleep. Wind would have been sleeping too, but you can only stay awake so long when your mind replays the horrors of the past, and Wind can only watch in silence for so long as giant ocean-monsters attempt to destroy those he loves the most. Tetra’s scream echoes in his own cracking voice as he startles awake.

The stars shine brightly overhead, brighter still as they blur from his tears. Despite what the others might say, or the confident way he tries to convey himself, Bellum frightens him, even now, and everything he had to deal with on that adventure... it weighs heavy on his mind.

A strangles sob escapes him as he sits up to bury his head in his knees, arms wrapped tight around his legs as he tries to shake of the after-effects of the dream.

That’s all it was, after all, just a dream.

Just like the Ocean King, like Lineback, like everything else in that world had been.

It’s just a dream.

“Hey,” Legend’s voice is soft and almost lost in his sobs and the crackling of the fire, but Wind is used to listening for even the softest of sounds in the night; be it due to Aryl having a night-terror –her own dreams aren’t free from their adventure- or someone sneaking around to make trouble. “Sailor, you all good?”

It’s clear he’s not, and he knows that, so Legend really has no business asking, but at the very least he isn’t being told to stop being a baby. “’m okay.” His own voice betrays him and Wind wants to sigh in irritation. Usually, he’d pout and groan at the way his voice cracks, but right now he doesn’t have the emotional or mental strength to do anything about it.

There’s shifting from across the camp, and even though his head is still pressed against his raised knees, he sees a flicker of golden pink in the firelight as Legend crouches down before him.

Thank Hylia the vet doesn’t sit back on his ankles, Wind doesn’t want to know if he’s not wearing shorts under that skirt of his.

“None of that now, what’s eating you?” It’s a weird term, especially coming from Legend, who’s usually so clipped and professional in his speech, and Wind can’t help but huff out a short laugh.

“Nothing,” His hand dashes across his eyes, wiping the tears away, only to have more of them prick at the corners. “Go back to watch, I’m fine.”

“And Twilight is a dog person.” Legend drawls. “Look, if you have an emotional moment or whatever, you’ll be tired as shit when we have to leave in the morning. I don’t know about you, but I don’t feel keen on dealing with another Sky.” It’s rough and gruff, but in a way that reminds him of Lineback rather than make him upset.

“I’m fine, just...” He dwells on his next words for a moment. He’s not scared, not really. It’s just the aftershock of a too-real dream about another too-real dream. He’s not really sad either, even if the island is gone now, he’s just... “I’m drained.” He whispers, scrubbing his eyes. “I miss everything back at home but,” He pauses, wondering briefly if Legend could even understand what he’s trying to express. “I guess I miss the things that aren’t there too.”

“Like what?” He doesn’t look up, but he knows the exact expression on Legend’s face; brow raised and mouth pulled into a thoughtful frown.

“Places... people. It’s all just dreams but..” He fiddles with the end of his blanket. “I miss the warmth of them I guess, miss the sea and the islands, even the fake ones, they were so... comforting.” He chuckles, surprising himself with the bitterness that tinges his own voice. “Even if I did spend so much of that time trying not to get killed.”

“Warmth, huh?” Legend hums. There’s a brief pause, one Wind almost takes for Legend rolling his eyes and deciding to leave him to his thoughts, but then there’s a brief rustling and something warm and thick settles over his shoulders as Legend sits at his side. “It’s no pirate uniform, but it still smells like the sea, if that helps at all.”

Wind wants to tease Legend for the sentimentality and love in the action, but when he turns to look at the Vet, his gaze falls instead on the royal blue coat that has been draped around his shoulders.

Too-long sleeves fall to fold at his waist while the rest of the long coat trails and puddles around him, rich, warm fabric blocking out the night chill. It’s a lovely coat, but it’s painfully familiar, and Wind finds himself running his fingers over the stitching and inspecting every detail with a precision that he only ever shows to his swordsmanship and sailing.

His eyes don’t fool him either, the coat is an exact copy of Lineback’s own.

“Where... where did you get this?”

“Like it?” The vet chuckles softly. “Hytopian tailors. It’s a sea-coat, made to aid traveling sailor’s in searching for treasure. Don't ask me how it works though,” A ringed hand waves lazily overhead. “I could never make sense of it all. What matters is that it’s warm, not even the ocean can chill you in that thing, and trust me,” Buck teeth and small canines shouldn’t look so chilling, but Legend’s smile is just that. “It’s tried.”

Wind decides not to push it. There’s no way Legend could know about Lineback, not with the gaps of time and timelines between them. So, instead, he nestles down into the coat, one which bears the promised scent of the sea, with just a hint of smoke and rum to it, and lets his mind drift off again while Legend hums something under his breath.

The vet doesn’t realize he’s humming any less than he realizes Wind is slumping into him, but by the time he does recognize it, Wind is out cold, his head pressed against Legend’s shoulder, the coat still draped over him as he snores softly. Legend doesn’t push down the warmth in his chest as he smiles down at the golden curls, no one will see him anyway. Gnarled fingers decked out with countless rings card through sun-bleached curls as a lilting melody pierces the silence around them, no one will hear it anyway.

In the days to come, Legend allows Wind to don the heavy sea-coat from that night. Warriors makes a comment about poor coordination between fabrics, and while Legend doesn’t seem to disagree, both of the older heroes seem of the opinion that it's for the best he holds onto it, what with the cold and all.

The last switch landed them in the mountains, and while the Hyrule they are in has not yet been confirmed, everyone knows one thing for sure: it’s cold. Wind buries his face in the raised collar of the heavy sea-coat, which, despite being in Legend’s bag for so long and the vet refusing to smoke or sail, much less swig rum, the coat smells of all three, and Wind buries a smile at the thought that maybe Legend didn’t get it new like he’d let on.

It does a good job of keeping him warm though.

He wishes he could say the same for Four.

The poor smithy refuses to be carried, but as snow whips around them as they trek through the knee-high snow, the diminutive smith is left chattering and shivering in their wake.

It really shouldn’t be a surprise that Legend has something to help with that.

Yes, the vet still isn’t wearing pants, but he doesn’t seem too poorly off, no matter how badly the others shiver. He and Wild only share a look and scoff when Warriors asks through chattering teeth how the two of them aren’t freezing.

“You should see the mountains in my Hyrule.” Wild chuckles brightly.

“Done this before, cold is cold, you get used to it.” Legend grins, swinging his fire-rod.

“N-not all of us c-can s-st-stand the c-c-cold.” Four chatters grumpily, sounding startlingly close to the minish he’s shown Wind in the past. “Jer-jerks.”

The concern on the faces of the taller heroes is obvious, but with Twilight’s teeth chattering nearly madly (the rancher's nose is somehow frozen) and Time wrapped as tight as possible in one of Wild’s extra cloaks, it’s clear most of the others don’t have warm things to spare.

They were separated in landing in this world, and even when they had all been pulling themselves together again it had become clear that there was nothing of Wild’s that could even fit the smithy, and not even the blue scarf that trails over his shoulders seems to be doing much good against the freezing winds.

“Hang on a sec.” legend huffs, already turning to rustle through his bag. The coat he pulls out is ridiculously plushy, and in a soft shade of violet that makes Four chuckle past his chattering teeth. The chattering doesn’t last for much longer though, not when shoves the garment over Four’s head like Wind has done to his sister so many times with the sweaters Granny has knit them. The smithy’s blond hair is mused beyond recognition, chunky and flying every which way as he pushes his face out of the plush, but the healthy flush to his cheeks assures the rest of them that he won’t be freezing any time soon.

“I- Oh...” Whatever Four was about to say cuts off as he looks down at himself. The coat is long, but not too long. Where Wild’s shirts would drown the smithy, a coat made for Legend only brushes against the smithy’s ankles.

Legend smirks. “It prevents slipping too.”

“Why aren’t you wearing it then?” Hyrule questions, the Traveler’s cheeks are rosy in the cold, but borrowed clothes from Wild, while also too big, seem to be keeping him warmer.

Legend winces. “It’s a pain to get off.”

“And inconvenience is enough reason to freeze?”

“Do I look cold to you, captain?” Legend snarks, turning an expectant look on Warriors. “Because I certainly don’t feel it.”

“Stop rubbing it in.” The captain huffs, unfortunately too big to borrow from the others, and now highly irritable from the cold. His scarf is still on Four, and if what Legend says is right about the coat, Wars won’t be getting it back for a while, leaving the poor captain to shiver as he clings to another fire-rod.

Four seems comfy enough anyway.

[infinitelysordinary]

who has the biggest base on empires smp? (as of july 1st, 2021)

a somewhat in-depth mathematical deep dive into empire smp’s bases

THE CONTEXT.

for the past two weeks or so, scott (also known as: scott smajor, smajor, smajor1995, dangthatsalongname, and branding nightmare) has been building up his second base, effectively taking down his starter house.

most of this building occured during his streams, where he often proclaimed that he thought he was building the “biggest base on the server.” when his third empires smp video came out on june 26, 2021, his titled said “The Biggest Base on the Server! - Minecraft Empires SMP - Ep.03.”

however, the day after, joel (aka smallishbeans) uploaded his fourth episode of empires smp, titled “Building My House! | Empires SMP | Ep.4 (1.17 Survival).” within this video, he claimed that he had the biggest house on the empires smp server. he even went as far as to trap an afk scott in a cage of stone, and writing out three signs asking scott to change the title of his recent video.

[Image Description: A zoomed in screenshot from Joel’s newest video. The screenshot was taken within Scott’s house. There are two walls shown and a birch floor. In the middle, there are three oak signs. Joel’s crosshair is on the middle sign.

The first sign says: “Hello Scott, please can you change your video title as”

The second sign says: “It says you have the biggest base. This is wrong. My base is bigger”

The third sign says: “Come have a look if you want. - Joel”]

so, that begs the question: who has the biggest base on the empires smp out of scott and joel?

THE SEMANTICS.

now, for the purposes of today’s adventure, we’re only going to be counting the volume within the base. this does not include windows, outside accents, bridges, gardens, walls, doorways, or anything else that is not within the confines of the base itself. floors and/or divides do not count towards the total, as they take up space and are not “easily moved.”

the only exception is balconies--the space on a balcony counts towards the total, though that space is counted differently. on enclosed balcony, i.e. a balcony that is surrounded by fences and has a roof-like structure that blocks out rain, all the space that fits between the fences, the roof, and the floor count.

on an open balcony, i.e. a balcony that only has fences and a floor, with no roof, only the two blocks of air on top of the floor and in between the fences count.

similarly, both of their bases are defined by their respective houses that they built during the episode. their farms, tents, bridges, and any other structure that they have built previous do not count towards the total.

i will be only using screenshots from their own videos, e.g., i will use scott’s video (published june 26, 2021) to find the volume of his base, and use joel’s video (published june 27, 2021) to find the volume of his base. anything that scott has added between his video and joel’s will not be counted, neither will anything that either of them created after the fact.

i will not be counting joel’s most recent video, titled “Pranking Lizzie, Interiors & Windmills! | Empires SMP | Ep.5 (1.17 Survival)”, because that was uploaded when i was writing this analysis. like, after i finished all my counting, but when i was writing this post. so, uh-

also, i am not counting anyone else’s bases within this experiment, though i do believe others have similarly sized bases. the other creators not a part of this post until they officially get involved in the ‘rivalry’

THE METHOD.

first of all, volume is calculated in minecraft blocks cubed. a typical ‘minecraft block’ is just a full block, like planks, logs, or stone. i’m not going to calculate this accurately (i.e. counting the space that the glass panes leave behind), mostly because i cannot be assed.

SMAJOR’S BASE.

the volume of smajor’s house, in theory, is relatively easy to find. because his house is just a right pentagonal prism, we can use the formula B*h to find the volume. B is the area of the ‘base’ (which, in this case, is the front/back of his house), and h is the depth of his house.

[Image Description: Two screenshots from Scott’s newest video. Both screenshots have lowered transparency, and are slightly dulled.

One screenshot is of the inside of his house, as he looks at the back. The floor is still grass, though the walls are up. There are dozens of arrows within the floor and towards the back of the wall. On top of the screenshot, someone has noted that there are 13 Minecraft blocks across the back of Scott’s house.

The second screenshot is from the outside of Scott’s house, as he looks up at it. The house appears to be finished. On top of the screenshot, someone has noted that there are 10 Minecraft blocks from the floor up to the start of the room. There is a red marking where the roof hits the wall.]

there are two parts that add up to B: the rectangular bit, and the roof. in these two screenshots, i’m finding the area of the rectangular bit.

the rectangular bit is 13 blocks across and 10 blocks wide.

[Image Description: A screenshot from Scott’s newest video, with lowered transparency and slightly dulled. It’s from Scott’s timelapse, taken up in the air. Scott isn’t finished building his house. One side of the roof is done, as well as all of the walls below and the two faces. 

There are various notations on the screenshot. A blue marking on the bottom counts 10 Minecraft blocks up. A block above that, a red marking notes that the roof, at its widest point, is 15 Minecraft blocks wide. Another red marking notes the slope of the room. An arrow points towards the top of the roof, saying “later adds on 3 blocks here”

To the right, there is a header saying “TO-SCALE MODEL:” Below, there is a pixel model of the front and back of Scott’s house, which are the same. There is a blue rectangular section on the bottom. On top, there is a red roof. There are 3 purple pixels on the top. Markings on the model show the measurements. A dotted line goes through the model, splitting it up into two sections: a rectangle on the bottom, and the roof on top.

Inside the rectangular section, someone has noted down “11 * 13 = 143 mb^2″ the “143 mb^2″ boxed in. Inside the roof section, someone has noted down “111 mb^2″

Below the screenshot, someone has handwritten “143 + 111 = 254 mb^2″]

the second part is the roof. the roof goes outwards for two blocks, and then goes back inwards. using this reference for the roof, the previous two screenshots for the bit underneath, and cross referencing them to find out where they meet, i created a to-scale model of it!

i found the area of the to-scale model, and B = 254 mb^2

[Image Description: A screenshot from Scott’s video, with lowered transparency and slightly dulled. The house isn’t finished--there’s only half of the side wall and the front detailing. The screenshot is taken from Scott’s timelapse, and is from the side of his base; only the side wall is visible.

Someone has marked over the screenshot with a lime green pen. On the top right, someone has written “* coutning the inner wall only”. An arrow is drawn upwards from one side of the side wall. It says “wall starts here”. On the other side of the wall, there is another arrow that says “wall ends here”. In between the two arrows, someone has made tick marks indicating where the blocks are. On the bottom, someone has noted down “3-wide doorway” by the side entrance. Off to the bottom ride, it says “24 px deep”]

next, i used this screenshot to find the h of scott’s base! this was a bit harder because scott doesn’t show the bottom of his base until he’s already detailed it, but with the precise use of my Big Brain (and my wacom tablet), i counted that it was 24 pixels deep.

so, B * h = V = 254 * 24 = 6096 mc^3

but we AREN’T DONE YET

[Image Description: On the left, there are 3 screenshots from Scott’s newest video stacked vertically on top of each other. The first one is of the side doorway. Pink ticks mark the how many blocks wide and tall the doorway is. On the right of the first screenshot, there is a solid pixellated model of the doorway in the same pink. Inside the model, someone has written “18 mb^3″ in white. On the right of the model, someone has written “volume of the side door-way” in pink.

The next screenshot is taken from the inside of Scott’s base, showing the front doorway. Orange ticks mark how many blocks tall and wide the bottom section of the front doorway is. It is 8 blocks wide and 3 blocks tall. The bottom most screenshot is a picture from Scott’s timelapse, where half of the roof hasn’t been built yet. Someone has drawn lines on the building going horizontally, dividing the top section of the front doorway into three sections: one 3 block section on the bottom, and two 2 block sections on top. On the right of these two screenshots, there is a solid pixellated model of the front doorway, labelled accordingly, in orange. Inside the model, someone has written “39 mb^3″

Below the screenshots and the models, someone has written “6096 - 39 - 18 = Vi = 6039 mb^3]

see, scot also has two main doorways: one at the entrance and one on the right side. i used the first screenshot to find the volume of the side doorway, and the next two screenshots to find the volume of the front doorway.

(this is the part where i might be wrong--i couldn’t find a reliable reference for the the front doorway, so i had to use an extremely zoomed out version. the stripped spruce log section underneath the window is either 2 or 3 blocks tall. i assumed 3 based on the bottom most screenshot but like. i could be wrong)

anyway, the first doorway is 18 mb^3, and the second is 39 mc^3. so, the total final volume for scott’s base is 6039 mb^3.

JOEL’S BASE.

joel’s base, on the other hand, is genuinely fucking insane. like, seriously. what the fuck, joel. you couldn’t have made it harder for me to do my job (it does look amazing though and i love it so much)

so, instead of taking screenshots and calculating the volume of his base through those references, i decided to build a replica of joel’s base in my own creative world, and after fill it with sand. i could then count all the sand from his base and add it up to achieve a (somewhat accurate) volume for his base

[Image Description: An array of screenshots of a replica of Joel’s base, laid out in a three by two grid. Each is labelled with a black, comic-style font. The first screenshot is taken from the front of the replica from up in the air, and is labelled “FRONT.” The second screenshot, which is to the right of the first screenshot, is taken from the right of the replica from up in the air, and is labelled “RIGHT SIDE.” The third screenshot is taken from the back of the replica from jup in the air, and is labelled “BACK.” The fourth screenshot is taken from the left of the replica up in the air, and is labelled “LEFT SIDE.” The fifth screenshot is taken from the front of the base, and the player is on the ground. It is labelled “FRONT (FROM THE GROUND).” The last screenshot is taken from the inside of the base, looking towards the back. It is labelled “INTERIOR (FROM THE GROUND).”]

anyway, most of his base is relatively easy to copy. my replica is pictured above. there are two time lapses within his video that show his process of building his base. the first timelapse (4:59-5:54) is shot from the front of his base, and angled slightly downwards, and is where i got most of my references from. the second timelapse (9:48-9:55) is shot from the diagonally back left of his base, and is what i referenced for the back of my replica.

the roofs themselves are symmetrical: barring the roofs’ intersection, the blue and red roofs are the same the entire way around. this is why, even though i technically didn’t see the back of joel’s base, i knew what it looked like and could get an accurate replica of it.

the only problem is that he never showcases the base from the left. this means that the red and blue roof intersection on the left could be very wrong. the only reference i got for this part was a screenshot at 6:12 (pictured below). this only showcases the inside of the roof, and from bad lighting, but it’s better than nothing.

other than that, though, i’m. pretty sure my replica is accurate! 

[Image Description: A screenshot taken from Joel’s video, from approximately 6:12 in the video. Joel is inside his base, staring up at the red roof from the bottom. The floor is lit up by torches, but the details of the roof are barely visible in the darkness.]

next, i filled his entire base with sand. this was the most tedious part--never have i ever placed so much goddamn sand in minecraft. do not recommend, 0/10

i made sure that i filled the entire base by going into spectator mode! (i can’t fit the pics in here because, well, image limit. but i promise the entire build is full)

and, after 2 diamond shovels, two stacks of torches, a handful of night vision potions, here is how much sand i have:

[Image Description: Four screenshots, layed out in a two by two grid. The first three screenshots showcase the inside of three different double chests. They are all filled to the brim with stacks of sand. On the first screenshot, there are two notations, both in blue: one that notes out that there are 9 columns in a double chest, and another that notes that there are 6 rows in a double chest. The last screenshot is that of the interior of partially-full double chest, with 21 full stacks within it. Someone has noted down “21 stacks” in red.

Underneath the four screenshots, someone has written “number of stacks * 64 = Vt” in black. Beneath that, someone has written “there is 54 stacks in the full double chests” in blue. Beneath that, someone has written “( (54) (3) + 21) (64) = Vt,” in various colours. “(54)(3)” is in blue, while “21″ is in red. The rest is in black.

On the bottom, someone has written “Vt = 11,712 mb^3″]

the final total for joel’s base, as of july 1st, 2021, is 11,712 mb^3

THE CONCLUSION + TL;DR.

scott smajor’s title was not a lie, or at least not at the time. he had the biggest base on the server as of that upload. but soon after, joel created a base that was nearly two times scott’s, creating the bigger base out of the two of them.

so, yeah! joel has a bigger base than scott as of july 1st, 2021

this is because 11,712 mb^3 > 6039 mb^3

thank u and goodnight. send me any asks if u find anything wrong with this stupidly lost post, or if you want any progress pics! love y’all

[jimsmovieworld]

VALENTINE- 2001 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Roses are red, violets are blue....

They'll need dental records to identify you.

Valentine is one of my favourite slasher/horror movies of all time. Its about a group of friends who are targeted by a mysterious cupid faced killer on the run up to Valentines Day. Although there are a few suspects, all signs point towards Jeremy Melton, a kid they bullied in high school who could be out for revenge....

What makes Valentine great?

Its so much fun! Inspired partially by classic 80s slashers, the plot is quite minimal, but the kills are excellent. I think the killers mask can make or break a slasher film but this one i quite like, its pretty creepy. The killer uses everything from an iron to a bow and arrow. Some of the kills are brutal, some are a bit sillier, but all very inventive.....

Excellent opening kill sequence. Katherine Heigl plays Shelley, who gets her throat slit. Although she had already died once that evening while at dinner with Jason, one of the horniest guys in this film (and thats saying something).

With the exception of one of Shelleys colleagues who is on screen for less than a minute, every guy in this movie is absolutely insane. And im not complaining, its hilarious. Every guy in the film is completely unable to not act like a creepy hornball. Even the detective working on there case cant control himself.

The cast is great. The stars of the show are Denise Richards, Marley Shelton and David Boreanaz. Denise is hilarious and stunning as Paige, a sassy bitch who isnt afraid to pour candle wax on a guys johnson when he gets out of line. Jennifer Love Hewitt was originally cast as Paige but replaced by Richards. Marley Shelton plays Kate, one of the main characters who is sweet and likable. David Boreanaz plays Adam, Kates love interest who wants to get back with her but is also battling alcohol addiction. As a huge Buffy fan, always love seeing cast members in a good movie, theres also a reference to his character Angel:

I absolutely love the film for 2000s nostalgia. The clothes, the cast, even the music. The soundtrack is filled with Deftones, Marilyn Manson, Rob Zombie etc.... miss horror movies having rock and metal soundtracks.

Valentine is based on a novel by Tom Savage but has a completely different tone. The directors job was originally offered to Richard Kelly who turned it down to work on his own project (Donnie Darko). The job then went to Australian director Jamie Blanks who had some success with his first feature, 1998s Urban Legend.

Urban Legend is another one of my favourite horror movies and this film pairs perfectly with it. Both movies are light hearted, funny and focus more on classic slasher style kills than being actually scary.

"Forgive me for Valentine, a lot of people gave me grief for that but we did our best" - Jamie Blanks.

Valentine was panned by critics upon release. Although when you look through them, a lot do seem to be from people who sound as though they hate slasher movies in general. The film grossed 36 million dollars on a 29 million dollar budget. So while not a box office bomb wasnt as succesful as the studio had hoped, killing any chance of a sequel.

While i can see why its not for everyone, this film is right up my alley and i watch it at least once a year. Its an underated gem with great rewatch ability.

One of my favourite movies.