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enchantedflameandflower · 2 months ago

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Billy Butcher fic! 18+ only for sex, mild spanking, smut, piv, Butcher’s fingers and a bit of soft dom for fun (also some h/c)

“His gaze always seemed to linger when she wore it and it didn’t seem he was able to resist the way it fell off her shoulder and clung to her body in her sleep.

"Ya know this one's my favorite..." he murmured low against the shell of her ear plucking at the material.

"Mmmm..." she hummed in reply, her eyes still closed. "You want to borrow it?"

Billy made a noise then brushed his mouth over the shell of her ear again, tugging her hips closer. "I wannna do unspeakable, dirty things to ya while it's rucked up over your tits, tanglin’ your arms together while ya gasp my name."”

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Part 38 (you don’t need to read previous parts to enjoy this!)

Addison did not see Butcher for days after the incident at Vought tower. He barely answered his phone and when he did it was only to talk for a second and beg off, then maybe text her later. Maybe. Thanks to M.M., she knew where Billy was, but he never actually said it.

Nearly five days later, M.M. called her to let her know they were releasing Billy from the hospital. She was almost shocked he didn’t leave on his own AMA, but that must mean it was just as bad as she imagined. Or maybe worse.

She didn’t hesitate to call Billy’s phone and she didn’t realize she’d been holding her breath until he answered.

“‘Lo, sunshine.” His voice was hoarse and gravelly but it was perfect to her.

“Can you come over?” she asked without preamble. She wouldn’t force him to tell her where he was or talk about anything he wasn’t ready to. But she wanted to catch him before he left and ended up somewhere else, unwilling to move again.

He was silent for a very long moment. “Aye,” he finally answered. “I’ll be there in a bit.” He paused. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah I’m okay. Just want to see you.”

“Alright then. Soon, yeah?”

The exhaustion in his voice broke her down for a second but she pulled herself back together.

“Yeah.” ~*~*~

The first two nights at her place he didn’t come to bed at all. His bruises had started to fade, his cuts were healing, but she could still see them, and she could still see the devastation in his expression.

He had told her what happened at Vought but she knew there was something more. Something he wasn’t telling her. Something awful. He was different now, she could see it in his eyes.

The third night she finally got him to come back to bed with her and he didn’t have any nightmares but she didn’t think he ever slept at all. The next night they started once more, in excess, worse than ever. But he wouldn’t talk about it. Not yet, he mumbled.

Addison didn’t know what else to do but wrap her arms around him, so she did and he fell against her chest. In the next moment, she felt his body shaking and she realized he was crying, silently, his tears seeping into her shirt as he seemed to completely break down.

She tightened her hold without saying a word and she felt the tears start stinging in her own eyes. She wouldn’t let go, no matter what. After that he finally fell into a deep sleep and stayed that way for hours. She wondered if it was the first time he had truly slept in weeks. The next day he was miles better, and even more so the following day, but he still wouldn’t tell her what the weight was he was carrying so heavily. Addison didn’t push, instead just spending the time peacefully together. ~*~*~

A few days later, as the morning light was only just barely starting to filter in around the edges of the curtains, Addison woke so, so slowly to the soft feeling of Billy’s strong fingers. They drifted idly up and down her side over the material of her little nightgown as she burrowed her face against his chest. His hand slipped up to just under the curve of her breast, then slowly back down over her hip and behind to her bottom. Then he repeated the entire path again.

On the third run, she couldn’t pretend to be asleep any longer and she made a soft little noise in the back of her throat, pressing just a little closer to him, nuzzling against his chest. He seemed to have forgotten about his nightmares, at least for now and she felt a swell of utter joy that she could maybe give him a second of peace. She didn’t want to bring it up by asking how he was, so she just enjoyed the moment, humming softly. Maybe he needed this.

Billy took a contented breath and pressed on her lower back, pulling her against him before returning to his gentle strokes over the satiny material. She knew that he in fact knew this nightgown was not silk; it was old and she’d had it forever. His gaze always seemed to linger when she wore it and it didn’t seem he was able to resist the way it fell off her shoulder and clung to her body in her sleep.

“Ya know this one’s my favorite…” he murmured low against the shell of her ear plucking at the material.

“Mmmm…” she hummed in reply, her eyes still closed. “You want to borrow it?”

Billy made a noise then brushed his mouth over the shell of her ear again, tugging her hips closer. “I wanna do unspeakable, dirty things to ya while it’s rucked up over your tits, tanglin’ your arms together while ya gasp my name.”

Addison grinned, finally opening her eyes to look up from his chest and meet his own, so dark she could barely see the hazel. “Well that sounds like a good time,” she whispered in a breathy voice.

“Atta fuckin’ girl,” he grinned at her consent then leaned down to capture her mouth. Though his words were rough, he kept his motions slow and sultry, meant to seduce, stroking his tongue over hers and rubbing her body with deliberate, soft strokes of his palm.

As he disoriented her with the kiss, his big hand slid down over her ass, kneading and pressing her against his quickly swelling length. Addison purred her pleasure and he pulled back from the kiss to let her breathe.

“Do ya think your arse’ll get bigger?” he asked, squeezing again.

Addison laughed softly. “I think all your favorite parts of me will get bigger.”

“Mmmmmm,” he rumbled happily, dipping his head to bite along the curve of her neck. “Can’t wait…” He lifted one hand to cup her breast over her the material, kneading there before retreating again to make good on his promise. His hand slipped under her nightgown where it was resting on her thigh and he caught the hem with his wrist as he pushed it up her body. He helped her maneuver as he did, making sure it was all the way over her breasts then he turned her over, nestling up behind her.

Addison arched her back, pressing her bare bottom against his cock and pushing her breasts out as his big hand slid up to cup them again. He tugged at her nipple until she whimpered then slowly slid his hand down her stomach until he could nestle his fingers against her clit.

She felt his hot breath on the sensitive spot just below her ear as the tips of his fingers slid through her wetness then circled her clit slowly. He only stayed there for a moment though and shifted his fingers down to slide inside of her, teasing.

“Billy…” she moaned his name, his strong fingers starting to stretch her perfectly, a teasing promise of more and bigger things to come.

“Tell me what you want, princess.”

“I -“ she gasped as he crooked his fingers, pressing in even further. “I want all of you.”

She pressed back against his erection and it was his turn to groan.

“Say it,” he rumbled.

“…want your cock, Billy.”

“Hmmm…” he pretended to think while he circled his fingers around her swollen clit again, teasing her higher.

Addison felt the fire inside of her grow even hotter as he edged her closer to release, but stopped before she could reach it.

“What was that love?”

Addison hummed, squirming against his fingers but he held her hips still with his free hand.

“Your cock…need it Billy…”

“You’ll get it then,” he finally gave in. “Need ya on your knees for me now.”

“Condom?” she asked, turning to look back at him before she lost all sense.

“I’m clean,” he answered. “They tested me for everything when I were at - uh, last week. So we’re good.”

Addison almost asked where, even though she knew, but then she decided to let it go. It wasn’t the time. Instead, she turned over on her stomach, tossing her nightgown away, and smiled up at him. “Come and get me then, love,” she teased.

He gave a low, soft moan. “Sure?” he asked one last time, even as he was already moving into place.

She squirmed, letting her ass shake a little for him and he smacked the round cheek, making her purr before she spoke again, her voice a little breathless. “Might as well have some fun before I’m the size of a country cabin.”

He gave a low chuckle. “I’ll still want you the same.” Leaning over her, he bit the curve of her shoulder, then nuzzled a line of soft kisses down the length of her spine.

“This fuckin’ ass,” he rumbled and he grabbed her hips, tugging her up on her knees as soon as he was situated kneeling between her thighs. “Not an offer I’ll ever turn down. I want ya to press your cheek to the pillow there, love, get your arse all the way up in the air for me. Don’t move. Understand?”

Addison could only moan again, her core was aching for him with his knees pushing hers farther apart and knowing he was so close. But Billy Butcher loved to tease and she knew it. She shifted her body back anyway, searching for something, anything. And maybe if she found it he would give in.

But no.

“Mmmmm,” he rumbled, rough and low kneading her hips as he inched back and held her in place. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t ya.”

Addison whimpered a little, pressing her face against the pillows and holding on for dear life. Open to him like this, but without his touch or his cock just made her feel empty, made her want him more. His palm smoothed all the way up her back and back down over her ass, tracing the curves.

“Billy…” she begged.

He finally dipped his hand back down between her legs, pressing one and then two fingers inside of her tight core again. She was already drenched for him and she knew he loved it. After every second or third stroke, he’d glide them around her clit and then he’d slip them back inside.

After a few minutes of this Addison groaned with wanton impatience. It felt so good but she needed more.

“That’s my girl,” he husked in response, “soaking…” He pumped his fingers a few more times before he finally pulled back.

Addison mewed, knowing what was coming and pressed her hips back once more. He caught her around the waist and slapped her ass cheek again, making her jolt and moan, before he positioned her in front of him.

She felt the tip of his swollen cock first, teasing over her folds and she shifted her knees just a little, trying to spread her thighs further apart for him. He groaned and pushed in just an inch. Addison wanted to scream but she whimpered instead, breathing his name. “Billy…” She was desperate but this felt like something he really needed.

“Nice and slow, babe,” he rumbled. “Need it to last.”

And he kept to his word, pressing in slowly, inch by thick inch. Addison tried not to squirm too much but still she fluttered and squeezed around his shaft. He gave a husky moan every time she did and the sound took her even closer to the precipice.

When he pushed in as far as he could he paused there, rubbing his palms over her body prone in front of him and just letting her feel him.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl for me,” he husked. “My girl. Takin’ it all so well.”

After a long second he started to thrust, slowly, pulling back and pushing all the way in while Addison clutched the pillow in front of her, holding on as best she could. He felt so fucking good…

She moaned as he hit that perfect spot inside of her and his hands tightened on her hips. He pulled back and thrust in again, and again, and then suddenly she was coming, whimpering into the pillow as the aftershocks rolled through her and she couldn’t ever remember climaxing that quickly before.

“Fuck Billy,” she gasped, trying to catch her breath, her entire body trembling.

He gave a husky chuckle in response, rubbing his palms soothingly over her back. “Ready for more yet, love?” he rumbled after only a moment, still deep inside of her.

She clenched around his length and nodded her head, not quite able to form words yet.

He started again, slowly thrusting in her body but careful not to overwhelm her or push too far too fast. He moved like he just wanted to stay here fucking her forever.

Eventually, though, he started to pick up his pace, thrusting harder, his grip tight and bruising on her hips, but she didn’t care. It all felt so good. “Billy…close…” she moaned. He slid his arms around her, pulling her up into a sitting position over his lap and then he started to thrust again, pushing deeper inside her. One hand slipped up to squeeze her breast while the other slid down, finding her clit easily.

She turned her head and he caught her in a sultry hot kiss, his tongue rough and possessive. As good as it felt for him to fuck her into the bed, seeing him out of the corner of her eye made her realize she was missing out on all of the view and she vowed to herself that next time he would be under her so she could savor looking at every inch of him.

But this…he thrust deeper and he felt so thick inside of her, filling her completely. She reached for his forearm, gripping it tightly as her head started to spin. “Oh fu…” she gasped. “Please…”

He made a low growling sound from behind her and circled his fingertips roughly over her clit as he continued to push his cock deep inside of her.

She held on to him like a lifeline, trying to prolong the euphoria for as long as she could, but it was impossible.

He bit at the shell of her ear. “Come for me, sunshine,” he husked, his voice gravely and gruff, “come on my cock…”

And she did, almost immediately and hard. A soft cry left her throat as she squeezed tight around him and pleasure exploded within her. His hips stuttered and he pushed himself deep inside her as his own orgasm came over him fast and forceful. He emptied himself inside her, rumbling a deep moan against her ear before he buried his face against the curve of neck and tightened his arms around her body, holding her to him.

Addison clung to him as wave after wave of overwhelming sensation washed through her, and he held her tight against him through all of it. Eventually she felt all strength leave her and he carefully slid out of her, tipping her down to the bed.

“Don’t move, love,” he rumbled in a hoarse voice and he left and returned to help her clean up. After that they laid in bed, just completely entangled, for hours.

It wasn’t until almost noon Addison even spoke again. “Let’s do something…just completely normal. Just once…like we’re normal people.”

He hummed, his eyes still closed but he rubbed at her hip. “Like what, love?”

She turned in his arms, to lay on her side and tilted her head to look up at him. “A movie? Nice and dark. And we don’t have to talk to anyone.”

He looked at her for a moment, his hazel eyes full of some unnamed emotion. But there was real love in there too, somewhere deep down.

“Sounds perfect, sunshine. Let’s go.”

~*~*~

part 39

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And we made it to the very end of season 3! When Butcher walks into the office at the flatiron building with that movie theatre soda cup in the last scene, I always imagine he had just come from a long healing bout of time with Addi. As always I have more to come!

Reblogs and likes and comments are appreciated so so much! Thank you for reading! The next part is mostly written but let me know what else you want to see!

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mostlysignssomeportents · 8 months ago

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1900s futurism

I'm on tour with my new, nationally bestselling novel The Bezzle! Catch me in TUCSON (Mar 9-10), then SAN FRANCISCO (Mar 13), Anaheim, and more!

I'm profoundly skeptical of the idea that the future can be predicted, and doubly skeptical that sf writers are any kind of prophet. The former grotesque fatalism (if the future can be predicted, then what we do doesn't matter); the latter is tragicomic hubris.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this thread to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/03/07/the-gernsback-continuum/#wheres-my-jetpack

That said, few people have been more consistently useful in understanding and anticipating (and yes, building) the future than my friend and colleague Karl Schroeder, whom I've known since I was 16 years old. Karl was the first person I heard say the world "internet." Also: "fractal," "World Wide Web," "ftp," and numerous other touchstones of the future just over the horizon.

Karl is, in fact, a futurist ("foresight consultant") who approaches the work with the same shrewd insight, wild imagination and humility that he brings to his fiction. In a new essay written with both his futurist and sf writer hats on, he nails down the toxic shadow cast by the 20th century sf, or, as he calls it, "The Science Fiction of the 1900s":

https://kschroeder.substack.com/p/the-science-fiction-of-the-1900s

Karl starts by describing the odd "double vision" of the future of the 1900s. On the one hand, many of us (myself included) were convinced that nuclear armageddon was inevitable. Unlike the unhinged architects of the nuclear arms-race, realists understood that a nuclear war would effectively end the future. As Einstein put it, "I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."

But the flipside of that certainty that the future would end with the first nuclear strike was the belief that if we could just somehow walk the tightrope over the chasm of nuclear holocaust, we'd emerge in a future worth looking forward to: "a new era of peace and prosperity for all."

Contrast that with the existential dread of today's polycrisis: environmental collapse and political decay up to and including fascism. These aren't the binary proposition of nuclear annihilation vs Utopia – rather, they're a continuum of worse-and-better outcomes of every description. As Karl writes: "It’s not that simple. Our future now is an exhausting spectrum of scenarios, each with its own promise, and its own problems."

For Karl, we have entered a new epoch, but we've dragged in the long-expired way of imagining (and hence creating and navigating) the future with us. What makes this a new epoch? For Karl, it's the kind of future on our horizon. He cites Charles C Mann’s 1491, a superb history of the Americas before Columbus:

https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/107178/1491-second-edition-by-charles-c-mann/9781400032051/readers-guide/

1491 radically reframes "the patchwork of propaganda and inference" that makes up the received narrative of the so-called "New World." It describes a land of flourishing cities, art, science and culture "in the Americas while Rome was just getting its act together." Contact with colonizing Europeans was a disaster for First Nations people, who call this period "The Invasion." It was an epochal break.

Futurism is an inextricably historical discipline. The willingness of some settler-colonialists states to consider this epochal break forces us to reframe our literal place in history, the story of the land under our feet. At its best, this futuro-historical work can begin the long work of reconciliation, as with the Canadian government's promise of $23b in reparations for the First Nations people who were kidnapped as children and sent to murderous "residential schools" before, during and after the Sixties Scoop.

The sf of the 1900s is no longer fit for purpose, if it ever was. It's a literature that was steered by open fascists like John W Campbell, who explicitly saw the literature as a means of inculcating a societal narrative of the triumph of white, corporate technocracy over all other forms of government:

https://locusmag.com/2019/11/cory-doctorow-jeannette-ng-was-right-john-w-campbell-was-a-fascist/

Karl isn't the first sf writer to try to overturn this orthodoxy – indeed, it was continuously challenged by radicals within the field, as with the New Wave, personified by the likes of Samuel Delany and Judith Merril (who both mentored and introduced Karl and me):

https://pluralistic.net/2020/08/13/better-to-have-loved/#neofuturians

The cyberpunks took a good hard run at it, too. For plenty of writers (including me), Bruce Sterling and William Gibson's 1981 story "The Gernsback Continuum" was a wake-up call:

http://writing2.richmond.edu/jessid/eng216/gernsback.pdf

Not for nothing, William Gibson has long insisted that his 1984 classic Neuromancer should be read as utopian: after all, it depicts a future in which the inevitable nuclear war only reduces a few cities to radioactive ash, sparing the rest of the planet.

Bruce Sterling once paid me the supreme compliment of describing a 2003 story I wrote about the ways that algorithms will enshittify self-driving cars as "making everybody else in the business look like they live in a dark basement growing on the mulch from old STAR TREK scripts":

https://craphound.com/stories/2005/10/12/human-readable/

Schroeder – along with today's new radical sf writer cohort – wants to fashion a fictional futurism that is fit for this world and its crisis: "in our modern technological society, science fiction tells us what to spend our time and money on." The fact that our mediocre billionaires are mired in the sf of the 1900s means that we're getting some decidedly old-fashioned futures.

For Karl, Musk is a poster-child for this profoundly conservative, backwards-looking vision: "He’s fighting the intellectual battles of the last century, a 1900s hero dropped into the 2000s with an unlimited budget to reshape the future to fit the era he’s from." Musk's obsessions – "Space flight. Settling Mars. Cyberpunk-style brain-computer interfaces. Artificial Intelligence. Self-driving electric cars. Humanoid robots." – are 1900s science fiction.

Ironically, much of this fiction labels itself "hard sf," despite the fact that interstellar travel is utter fantasy – as is mass-scale, near-term interplanetary civilization:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/09/astrobezzle/#send-robots-instead

Karl wants "a future for the 2000s." He points to some efforts to make this happen, like Neal Stephenson's Hieroglyph anthology, edited by Ed Finn and Kathryn Cramer:

https://www.harpercollins.com/products/hieroglyph-ed-finnkathryn-cramer

The "Hieroglyph" is Stephenson's shorthand for a recognizable, tangible, meme-able gizmo or other touchstone for a 2000s-era vision of the future – a replacement for jetpacks and flying cars. Karl's story for the anthology, "Degrees of Freedom," focuses on an abstraction (governance: "the single most important thing humanity can focus its creative energies on right now"), and by Karl's own admission, it's not quite the hieroglyph Stephenson was looking for.

But Karl did come up with a hieroglyph in a later work, the "deodands" of 2019's Stealing Worlds – a software agent "that believes it is some natural system, such as a river or forest, and acts in its own self-interest, that being the preservation and thriving of that natural system":

https://memex.craphound.com/2019/06/18/karl-schroeders-stealing-worlds-visionary-science-fiction-of-a-way-through-the-climate-and-inequality-crises/

(My own contribution to Hieroglyph was very gadget heavy – "The Man Who Sold the Moon," about autonomous lunar 3D printers. It won the Sturgeon Award):

https://memex.craphound.com/2015/05/22/the-man-who-sold-the-moon/

I've been impressed with Karl since the day I met him in 1987. There's no one whose thoughts on the future I'm more interested in hearing. I don't think that's a coincidence, either: Karl is an autodidact who was raised by a Mennonite TV repairman – the first TV repair shop in the Canadian prairies. If you want to understand the future, try being raised by someone who takes that kind of deliberate approach to which technology to adopt, and how.

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syndicatedsystem · 5 months ago

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can i request c!karlnapity they’re my faves 👀

if not, i’m also a huge lover of pumpkin duo 🫶

(your art is scrumptious btw 💕💖✨)

THANK YOU ANON AUGH :^(((( ♥︎♥︎ /p i rly appreciate ur req.....

Heres ur c!Karlnapity, two vers!!! I imagine theyd take ironic photos like this. Who is implied to be pregnant in this?? Idk all 3 ofthem..... u get this in the mail, just know theyre playing a prank.

HAVE LITTLE HEADCANONS ABT THM

I dont drawthem a lot so im missing details in the drawing but. Q is a shapeshifter, karl is a bunny hybrid, and sapnap is a fire demon. Sapnap and Q have bunch of piercings and/or gold jewelry, they both love that shit!!! Karl not so much but he at least knows what to gift them 🤷‍♂️ idk im more of a pumpkinduo guy but these three are silly asf in my head. My vers of Las Nevadas Q takes himself less srsly than in canon, i think

#c!quackity #c!karl #c!sapnap #las nevadas #c!karlnapity #mcyt #dsmp fanart #dsmp #digital art #digital illustration #request #reqs open #anon ask #synnieart

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endbie · 6 months ago

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HIII I HAVE HCS FOR THE DRAWING THING HII 👋👋

i think when karl’s memory loss started getting really bad from the time traveling and before he drifted away from sapnap, theyd do little memory exercises (like “ok what’s my name?” kinda thing, cause karl would call him one of the sapnap variants from tales, etc)

i think there was a ghostinnit in the prison…. he was just scared the whole time so nobody but dream ever saw him yk? like how wil died happy -> ghostbur was happy, tommy died scared, so ,,,,,,,,,,

i think when they were still a functioning relationship sap n karl would preen q’s wings. that’s it that the headcanon

^- i would say wil does this now but idk if tntduo is a functioning enough relationship for that… your choice idk

i lov your art btw ! very pretty ^-^

Aw... poor guys.

2. he's very politely sneaky

3. I don't imagine cTNTduo was close enough for that... but I think c!Wilbur ABSOLUTELY offered. c!Karlnapity would always get carried away with the flirting and forget about the wings half-way through

Thanks for the requests Anon! Sorry it took me so long... the wing one got me a bit XD

#dsmp #dream smp #dsmp fanart #ctommy #art #dsmp headcanon #open requests #csapnap #ckarl #cquackity #cquackbur #ckarlnapity #karlnapity #karlnap fanart

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nadiv22 · 11 months ago

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My favorite quotes from civ VI

TECHNOLOGY

“No man ever wetted clay and then left it, as if there would be bricks by chance and fortune.” – Plutarch

“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.” – Will Rogers

“I AM FOND OF PIGS. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.” – Winston S. Churchill

“Who deserves more credit than the wife of a coal miner?” – Merle Travis

“When you find yourself in a hole, quit digging.” – Will Rogers

“I don’t believe in astrology; I’m a Sagittarius and we’re skeptical.” – Arthur C. Clarke

“Thousands have lived without love, not one without water.�� -W. H. Auden

“I shot an arrow into the air. It fell to earth, I knew not where.” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Writing is easy. All you have to do is cross out the wrong words.” -Mark Twain

“I’m also interested in creating a lasting legacy … because bronze will last for thousands of years.” – Richard MacDonald

“MONEA, if it does not bring you happiness, will at least help you be miserable in comfort.” – Helen Gurley Brown

“A man on a horse is spiritually as well as physically bigger than a man on foot.” – John Steinbeck

“The Lord made us all out of iron. Then he turns up the heat to forge some of us into steel.” – Marie Osmond

“I cannot imagine any condition which would cause a ship to founder … Modern shipbuilding has gone beyond that.” – Capt. E.J. Smith, RMS Titanic

“Create with the heart; build with the mind.” – Criss Jami

“One man’s ‘magic’ is another man’s engineering.” – Robert Heinlein

“There is no easy way to train an apprentice. My two tools are example and nagging.” – Lemony Snicket

The purpose of education is to replace an empty mind with an open one.” – Malcolm Forbes

“It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.” – Aristotle

“Rocks in my path? I keep them all. With them I shall build my castle.” – Nemo Nox

“Not all who wander are lost.” – J.R.R. Tolkien

“People can have the Model T in any color – so long as it’s black.” – Henry Ford

“The pen might not be mightier than the sword, but maybe the printing press is heavier than the siege weapon. Just a few words can change everything.” – Terry Pratchett

“Astronomy’s much more fun when you’re not an astronomer.” – Brian May

“If facts don’t fit the theory, change the facts.” – Albert Einstein

“No one starts a war – or rather, no one in his senses ought to do so – without first being clear in his mind what he intends to achieve by that war and how he intends to conduct it.” – Karl von Clausewitz

“Science owes more to the steam engine than the steam engine owes to science.” – Lawrence Henderson

“Bolt actions speak louder than words.” – Craig Roberts

“Never criticize a rifleman until you have walked a mile in his shoes. That way, he’ll be barefoot and you’ll be out of range.” – The 2nd Target Company

“For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return.” – Leonardo da Vinci

“If you can walk away from a landing, it’s a good landing. If you use the airplane the next day, it’s an outstanding landing.” – Chuck Yeager

“Benjamin Franklin may have discovered electricity, but it was the man who invented the meter who made the money.” – Earl Wilson

“Chemists do not usually stutter. It would be very awkward if they did, seeing that they have at times to get out such words as methylethylamylophenylium.” – Sir William Crookes

“If God had really intended men to fly, He’d make it easier to get to the airport.” – George Winters

“Untutored courage is useless in the face of educated bullets.” – George Patton

“There may be no forgiveness for polyester. On this one matter, Satan and the Lord are in agreement.” – Joe Hill

“I’m a big laser believer – I really think they are the wave of the future.” – Courteney Cox

"Even though the future seems far away, it is actually beginning right now.” – Mattie Stepanek

CIVICS

“Bravery is being the only one who knows you’re afraid.” — Colonel David Hackworth

“A strong economy begins with a strong, well-educated workforce.”– Bill Owens “Look back over the past, with its changing empires that rose and fell, and you can foresee the future, too.” – Marcus Aurelius

“It was luxuries like air conditioning that brought down the Roman Empire. With air conditioning their windows were shut; they couldn’t hear the barbarians coming.” – Garrison Keillor

Divide and rule, a sound motto. Unite and lead, a better one.” – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.” – William Shakespeare

“Invincibility lies in the defense; the possibility of victory in the attack.” – Sun Tzu

“History is the version of past events that people have decided to agree upon.” – Napoleon Bonaparte

“A good navy is not a provocation to war. It is the surest guaranty of peace.” – Theodore Roosevelt

“In democracy it’s your vote that counts; in feudalism it’s your count that votes.” – Mogens Jallberg

“There are very honest people who do not think that they have had a bargain unless they have cheated a merchant.” – Anatole France

“You can’t go around arresting the Thieves’ Guild. I mean, we’d be at it all day!” – Terry Pratchett

“Listen, strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government … You can’t expect to wield supreme power just ‘cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!” – Monty Python

“In diplomacy there are two kinds of problems: small ones and large ones. The small ones will go away by themselves, and the large ones you will not be able to do anything about.” – Patrick McGuinness

“A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman’s birthday but never remembers her age.” – Robert Frost

“New opinions are always suspected, and usually opposed, without any other reason but because they are not already common.” – John Locke

“A common mistake that people make when trying to design something completely foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools.” – Douglas Adams

“Destroying rainforest for economic gain is like burning a Renaissance painting to cook a meal.” – Edward Wilson

“If you don’t read the newspaper, you’re uninformed. If you read the newspaper, you’re mis-informed.” -Mark Twain

“Sports do not build character. They reveal it.” – Heywood Broun

“A good plan violently executed right now is far better than a perfect plan executed next week.” – George S. Patton

“We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard.” – John F. Kennedy

“Which of all my important nothings shall I tell you first?” -Jane Austen

“I never think of the future. It comes soon enough.” –Albert Einstein

#civilization #civ #civilization 6 #civilization VI #civ vi #civ 6 #qoutes #list #text #english #text post #there are many people that are qouted here #that tumblr likes

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beeindaclouds · 2 years ago

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Was wondering if I could make a request? If so could you do one where mcyts meet the reader's younger sibling for the first time? (or older sibling I don't mind) My little sister absolutely adores Karl and it made me think of this.

Hallo, thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy<3

DSMP meeting Reader's little sibling

Includes: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, C!Philza, C!Technoblade, Nihachu, Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude

Click here before requesting, please ^^

Reader: GN - They/Them

So, I imagine you were on a call w/ your friends and your little sibling/s decided to come up and interrupt your conversation

You decided then to introduce them to your friends, who were all very happy to talk to them

Wondering what you were doing and who you've been talking to for the past 4 hours, because they were bored and in need of someone else to play with

And for C!Phil & C!Techno, they showed up at your house just to hangout and stumbled upon your sibling/s who opened the door for them

Dream, Sapnap and Karl are 100% naturally good w/ kids. The first two have little siblings of their own, while Karl has had experience with Chris' son. So your sibling/s easily start liking them;

Bad, C!Phil, Nihachu and Sam have a pretty calm aura to themselves, that just makes your sibling/s happy to just talk to them. They definetly promised to play togheter;

Skeppy, Quackity and Foolish have a pretty kid-like personalities, so they normally get the attention of your sibling/s and start playing a game of your sibling/s choice;

George, Wilbur, C!Techno, Eret and Punz are pretty awkward with them at first, not knowing what you do or say with this tiny human. But they're cool looking enough to have your sibling/s be head over heals for them in no time haha

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impulsive-fantasylander · 10 months ago

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No thoughts only C!Karlnapity getting a happy ending and becoming better versions of themselves. Them having this big volatile shouting match where in the end they are left exhausted and out of breath but it also feels like a weight has been lifted from them. Having to confront that in silence, they were all suffering.

I don't know what happens immediately after. But I can imagine both Kinoko Kingdom and Las Nevadas are thriving. Having been filled with people that are unaware of the history of the rest of the land yet still proudly call it home. C!Quackity still mainly focuses on the management of Las Nevadas. C!Sapnap is a prominent figure in Kinoko even if it has no real government structure. C!Karl spends most of his time writing and transcribing books for the library in C!Eret's Historical Museum.

To an outsider they seem like borderline strangers, reacting with downright shock to learn that they are all married. But to them, they are the happiest they have ever been.

(Also they totally adopt a kid one day, why? It's really funny in my brain? Who?... Tilin- *gets shot*)

#dream smp #dsmp #Karl jacobs #sapnap #Quackity #karlnapity #this is about the characters not the ccs #also when i was watching dsmp when it was still happening i was a c!karl girlie n i dont remember much from either c!sapnap or c!quackity #so pls dont yell at me /lh #martin speaks #au #this is canon to my au #burger joint criminal underworld

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thepastisalreadywritten · 1 year ago

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"The mother art is architecture."

Here are 10 examples of paintings that vividly imagine architectural wonders and impossibilities:

1. The Architect's Dream, Thomas Cole (1840)

2. Architectural Fantasy - Hubert Robert (c. 1802 - 1808)

3. Architectural Capriccio with Jephthah and His Daughter, Dirck van Delen (1633)

4. Gothic Cathedral by a River, Karl Friedrich Schinkel (1813)

5. View of the Interior of a Cathedral, Jenaro Pérez Villaamil (19th century)

6. The School of Athens, Raphael (1511)

7. The Tower of Babel, Pieter Bruegel the Elder (c. 1563)

8. Modern Rome, Giovanni Paolo Panini (1759)

9. Capriccio with Palladian buildings, Canaletto (c. 1756 - 1759)

10. The Consummation of Empire, Thomas Cole (1836)

#architecture #paintings #art #architectural wonders #Thomas Cole #Hubert Robert #Dirck van Delen #Karl Friedrich Schinkel #Jenaro Pérez Villaamil #Raphael #Pieter Bruegel the Elder #Giovanni Paolo Panini #Canaletto #cathedral #church

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grace122 · 2 years ago

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imagine coming back home from like a week long vacation with your friends or something only to find karl in your shared bedroom, needily humping one of his stuffed animals, his whole body trembling in desperation and tears streaming down his face because he just can’t seem to get himself off on his own

"oh sweet boy it’s okay mommy’s here now" you sit down on the edge of the bed to let karl climb into your arms. "c- couldn’t get off without you mommy. i tried b- but i just couldn’t. please help me mama" he whimpers in between sniffles. "don’t worry bunny, mommy’s here now to help you. but first you need to relax for me angel can you do that?" you slip your hand into his hair to play with it gently because you know it helps him calm down. he nods his head eagerly, trying his best to take deep breaths without continuing his sobbing. "good boy. now that’s better isn’t it?" you say as his breathing got steady again. he didn’t even have time to answer as your hand finally wrapped around his cock, instead he let out a loud moan. "fuck thank you mommy thank you so much" he whimpers, clutching onto your shirt as your hand continued to work his cock exactly the way he had needed it for the past week

ANON WTF THIS IS SO GOOD??????? LIKE WHATTTTT😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

#graces anons #GRACE IS SCREAMING #WTFFFF #I LOVE THIS #AHHH #karl jacobs smut

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kisuminight · 4 months ago

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In the DSMP Blade System AU, what's going on with c!George post-Staged Finale?

So the thing about c!dnf, in all it's romantic and platonic versions, is that it's a very different beast from cc!dnf. Regardless of how you interpret the relationship between cc!dnf, it is one founded on a decade of interactions and closeness. c!dnf feels a lot shallower--mostly in the ways they fail to communicate with each other (and with c!Sapanp), so while many cc!dnf situations could potentially be overlaid onto c!dnf, I feel like the results (and maybe consequences) would be different if c!dnf were experiencing them.

The main thing that really stands out about this to me is c!George's feelings of entitlement towards c!Dream's attention and... love? Devotion might be a better word here.

And in the DSMP Blade System AU, George isn't really wrong to have that expectation. Blades love their Drivers, the same way the sun sets and the moon rises and the dragon rules the End. Even when a relationship goes really badly wrong, even when a Blade is pushed to the extreme where they become a Heartstealer by ripping the heart out of their Driver's chest, that desperation, that hate, is formed from love.

And it takes a Blade and a Driver sitting down together, talking with each other, and figuring out where there identities and feelings end and where the Resonance begins to discover what the underlying relationship is. Whether a Blade and a Driver love each other because they are love, or because it's romantic or platonic, as lovers or siblings or friends.

c!Philza, c!Technoblade, and c!Kristen have figured their relationship out. Dream and George never did, before Staged Finale. They probably never would have, because George took the fact that he was entitled to Dream's love for granted and Dream never started pushing back on that until he was sure he was going down a path where George would no longer be his Driver.

George shuts himself away, after the Staged Finale. He can tell that Sapnap has figured out he was probably Dream's Driver, and he is avoiding that discussion. Because George is trying to avoid the thought that Dream is dead.

It's not just that the new Dream (because Dream will be Awakened eventually, no one on the server is so stupid as to leave a powerful Blade as a core crystal) will not have any memories of their past. It is that the new Dream is not going to be George's Blade. Which means that he won't know who George is. Won't love him. Not unless George finds the core crystal first.

But George isn't very proactive. So he has his depression naps, which eventually turn into a type of divine hibernation state as DreamXD finds the sleeping George's mind, finds him interesting, and begins to draw George into his dream realms.

I have finally settled on a name for Aegis!Dream, and that is Reverie. I won't be changing past posts, but I will use it in the future. Reverie can mean a daydream, a loose/irregular train of thought, or a fanciful vision, which both fits with the general theme-naming and also how DreamXD remembers him, as an idealized version from his imagination.

Now, DreamXD can tell that George was in contact with one of Reverie/Aegis!Dream's fragments. But the broken Resonance means that DreamXD cannot tell that George was the Driver of the fragment. He initially gets close to George for the same reason he started interfering with c!Karl: he's trying to get information about the fragment from George.

But DreamXD slowly finds himself becoming more and more entranced with George, to the point of making the deal to have George be his friend forever. Because DreamXD recognizes something in George. The same melancholy that he feels, even centuries after having lost his Aegis. And DreamXD remembers a bit about Reverie's experiments with Blade memory. Maybe, after he's recovered Reverie (it won't be long now, all the fragments are coming home at last) he can recover George's Blade and they can fix it so the Blade does remember George again. That way he can have his first friend back, and have his new friend, and have his new friend's Blade be his friend and Reverie's friend.

A reminder that DreamXD doesn't know that Dream is a fragment of Reverie. Yet. And also that's not how the Memory Patch works, but shh. DreamXD gets to have hope for a bit.

They grow closer over the sixth month period after Staged Finale, and then George is called to the Red Banquet. George comes back with nightmares of the Egg in his heart (isn't that corruption familiar? It twinges at DreamXD's memory) and a seething hate for Quackity and the sword with the green core crystal. Of course Dream wasn't a sword, George knew Dream's Soul Weapon wasn't a sword--but for a moment, the colors looked similar and now George is reminded all over again of his lost Blade.

This is when he has the dream, the one where he burns the world and says to shattered delusion of Dream that faced him as a Blade in Techno's hands "I did this because you didn't come back."

It makes DreamXD disconcerted, because this isn't a fantasy born from DreamXD's own dream realms. This is something born from George, and it's almost exactly what DreamXD would do (has done) for Reverie. Only now, seeing this behavior in someone else, does DreamXD realize that it's unhealthy.

How do you pick apart a mentality that has defined you for centuries? How do you help a friend when they don't want to be helped? DreamXD is unwilling to fix himself, but he is willing to try to help George. George doesn't care not about anything else, not anymore, but DreamXD is so similar to his Dream that he slipped through the cracks in George's walls and George can't not. Even if it is about 100x harder without the emotional bleed of a Resonance.

So DreamXD teaches George how to astral project (spectator mode) instead of just pulling him into the dream realms, so George doesn't get quite so disconnected from the server and from life. And George helps DreamXD to remember the other fragments in his keeping, remember Drista, and start to wonder how they're like as individual Blades.

They're still not the healthiest for each other. DreamXD has attachment issues. George has issues with empathy in regards to other people. But they're trying, which is more than either have really done before (DreamXD retreated from the Goddess of Death. George has retreated from Sapnap). And together, they begin to heal.

#dsmp #dsmp au #c!george #dreamxd #c!dream #DSMP Blade System AU #dream is not appearing but very relevant to the current arc #both c!george and dreamxd need so much therapy #they are simultaneously the worst and best people to help each other at this point #it's the communication problems (talk to your friends you two)#DreamXD has not yet figured out the Egg = the Entity

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llitchilitchi · 11 months ago

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s2 would have been so cool. Like imagine the death book, Revival book, the hatched egg and dreamxd are still there. What would happen if the characthers without their memories find them. What happened with the dimentions c!Karl visites while time traveling. What would happen if the characthers recover their memories? How would that happen? What happened with the mysteries of ghosts and death and what was the egg? Dreamxd whole deal was suspicious but also if what if cgeorge who haces more canon lifes survived and sees that he and dreamxd are the only ones that remenber or what if other characthers with more lifes still remenber too like ahhh i wish we could see what happened after the nuke explotion

yes to all of that, oh void that would be so good

would the revive book and death book still be around after the reset? would sapnap lose the book? would dream recover the memories of the book with time? would punz?

how would the reset affect Karl? he already had memory issues, would he remember or would he be reset like everyone? or is he not quite part of the cycle?

and how would the Egg be affected? would it be reset too? or would it have corrupted the world? is the Egg of this world at all, or is it a parasite? (oh the way I grieve the Egg lore and the implications of Velvet maybe possibly joining the DSMP, the things that couldve been...)

and what of Eret and Foolish? even Ranboo, who is not quite of this world? ahhhh so many questions

#dsmp #asks #I am once again sad that the second season never came to be #maybe it still could but with only like. the chill people #(<-copium)#also anon this gave me Thoughts and Theories and Headcanons and a possible AU idea so like #Im going to sleep now so remind me tomorrow to write the full thing down properly #like full on yell at me my cdnf was awakened

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milktearosethorn · 3 months ago

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My Stormlight Archive AU DSMP Masterpost under the cut (If you are one of the .00001% of people who can understand this I am kissing you on the mouth):

First, Odium conquers this whole server no-diff because none of these fuckers are honorable enough to stand against him.

On that note, c!Dream is a Bondsmith and Really Really bad at it. He makes early-Oathbringer Dalinar look like a fifth ideal Radiant.

c!Tommy is the other server Bondsmith and is slightly better at the whole unity thing since he can get people to rally behind him, but he is never able to swear an oath after the second ideal because he and c!Dream can't put their differences aside until it's too late.

c!Quackity is a Lightweaver who breaks his oaths and kills his bonded spren because he's unable to admit the hard truths about himself. That cryptic spren that he intially bonded with is c!Slimecicle, rip. He doesn't given his pain to Odium (because he won't admit that he has it) but he does sign away the souls of the rest of the server to preserve his pocket in Las Nevadas, Taravangian-style.

c!Sam is the most fucked up Skybreaker imaginable. Swears himself to Pandora's Vault.

c!Sapnap is a Stoneward, easy. Actually makes good progress swearing his ideals before the apocalypse.

c!Eret broke her Windrunner oath and killed her bonded Honorspren with the Final Control Room, but she manages to redeem herself and bond a new spren, becoming a Willshaper.

c!Ponk is an Edgedancer. Also makes good progress swearing their ideals.

This might be a weird choice, but I think c!Phil and c!Techno would be fourth ideal Skybreakers who swear their oaths to anarchy as the higher power that they serve. They also use lifelight rather than stormlight for their surges and have unknown deals with the Nightwatcher.

c!Niki is a Dustbringer, makes strong progress in her oaths after joining the Syndicate.

c!Ranboo is another Lightweaver. Doesn't make it very far in swearing their oaths.

c!Karl has the mental stability of a Lightweaver but is actually a sworn Truthwatcher. His spren is corrupted by Sja-Anat.

c!Hannah is another Edgedancer, but bonds a corrupted spren.

This is all I got for now, Adonalsium help these people 😭

#silly post with a target audience of 1 (me :3)

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sing-me-under · 2 years ago

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I’ve probably said this before but I genuinely can’t imagine c!Quackity living in Kinoko or c!Karl living in Las Nevadas. The countries are like polar opposites on everything from aesthetic to morality and society, matching only in their sheer scale of opulence and grandeur.

c!Karl just wouldn’t be up to the mind games of Las Nevadas. That’s not to say he wouldn’t be able to keep up. If anything, he may be too good. He’d get tired. After the initial fun, it would just be tedious to keep up with, and he’d want to try something new somewhere else. He was flighty like that. Hell, he barely even stays in Kinoko for all that he adores it as his stable anchor home.

But say, if Las Nevadas remained an extension of El Rapids, a place to vacation every now and again, c!Karl would totally be down for it.

On the other hand, c!Quackity dreams too big for the peaceful quiet of Kinoko. He is L’Manbergian through and through, no matter what anyone says. He is chaos and crime and love all balled up in feathery indignation. Kinoko Kinoko is an art museum the size of a city-state, dynamic but pristine. It doesn’t pulse and writhe at the seams with the will to fights gods. Not like L’Manberg, like Snowchester, like Las Nevadas— (like c!Tommy, like c!Tubbo, like c!Wilbur).

He’d probably be unnerved by Kinoko Kingdom. I’m pretty sure he is unnerved by Kinoko Kingdom in canon because yes, it’s pretty, but what else is there? It’s the city of dreams, perfect in every way, static like words on the pages of a storybook. It’s a city of dreams because it’s always asleep.

Meanwhile, c!Sapnap. He moves through Kinoko Kingdom as the silent sentinel of a nation that has no enemies. Its biggest danger is himself, combustible and dangerous in a place that’s far too flammable with all its plants and paper. He would know. He helped build it after all. The glistening statues and grandiose tower were Foolish’s work, but he paved every road and lit every lantern as designed by Karl and George (never him, he was never as artistically inclined as the people around him. It was c!Dream and c!George who laid out the blueprints for the Community House and the paths that would web out from it. It was Quackity and George who painted the billboards of El Rapids. Once again, it’s Karl and George pulling paintings into reality.) He loved Kinoko, really, he does. But he feels like a ghost in a city with nothing but ghosts. Not the nostalgic kinds, but the empty ghosts armed only with vapid smiles and polite words and nothing behind their blank eyes.

Sometimes he thinks about Quackity’s Las Nevadas. He doesn’t know enough about Las Nevadas to know what would have happened. What if he’d chosen to stick to his estranged fiancé’s side? He wouldn’t have, knowing himself. Loyalty was always his curse to bear, even if it was just loyalty to a ghostly nation, a sleeping friend, or a wanderlust, time-lost lover.

If Kinoko Kingdom smothered him, then Quackity’s Las Nevadas would have fanned the flames. All the worst parts about himself, and all his best, dialed up to 100. Just as intended. Except unlike the other fools swindled out of their pockets, c!Sapnap’s flaws and faults would be protected fiercely by the nation’s founder. And Sapnap would guard Quackity just the same. In the end, Sapnap would find himself a burning inferno of a protector against all of Las Nevadas’s many enemies rather than the silent one of the passive Kinoko Kingdom. Two sides of the same spectrum.

#personal #dsmp #karl jacobs #Quackity #Sapnap #quacknap #implied karlnapity #karlnap

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