#giggling + twirling my hair + kicking my feet!!!!

[sheloveschai]

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ summer lovin’

alternate universe! timebomb x fem! reader

slight arcane act III spoilers, but there is quite literally no plot- just straight up bickering

i love tjem sooo much like what do you mean that’s not me inbetween them urgghh…

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when summer approached in zaun it got hot.

unbearably hot.

a casual stroll through the market could easily result in the cascading of sweat down one’s back, and the metal workings of a zaunites outfit could sizzle baren skin if touched.

with weather like such, powder’s hideout became the perfect icy paradise. metal walls and flooring that blocked out the harsh rays of the sun, yet somehow stayed cool beneath your feet. an icebox stowed away in one of the corners of the large room; filled to the brim with corked glass bottles of purified water- simply begging to be wiped of their dripping condensation and sipped upon.

and then the cherry on top of this rapidly melting sundae;

the large, industrial sized fan pointed directly at the main seating area.

this was a shivering, goosebump raising home away from home.

a wintry utopia.

a sanctuary that could compete with the frozen tundra of freljord!

it was supposed to provide the perfect solace from the blistering zaun summer.

supposed to that is.

“powder, if you do not get your foot out of my face i swear to janna-!”

“it’s not my fault that you guys are so far away! i’m gettin’ lonely up here!”

ekko pauses his work on his latest contraption in favor of watching in mild amusement as the blue-haired girl, who is currently laid across the colorful patchwork couch, smacks her sock clad foot into the side of your face from where you sit next to him on the floor.

“powder!”

verging near maniacal laughter is quickly followed by a shriek of horror when the offending appendage is suddenly captured in a vice grip.

uncontrollable laughter and giggled ‘no, no!’s echo throughout the room as playful nips and bites are placed against the girl’s ankle in retaliation. eyes crinkling at their corners, face breaking out into a wide smile, and body shaking with the force of her own amusement.

powder’s laughter was infectious as her high-pitched giggles and heaving breaths filled the space. the very sound of her mirth was practically music to the ears.

she’s quick to squeal in delight as the sharp points your teeth press into the meat surrounding the delicate bone. her body jolts and squirms around as she tries to escape your ministrations- her chest heaving as she so aimlessly tries to catch her breath.

“i yield! i yield!” she exclaims breathlessly, reaching out to push at your head in hopes of relieving her ankle of your ongoing attack.

finally, after you’ve deemed she’s had enough, you pull your head away and shove her foot back onto the couch- ignoring her offended gasp. you promptly plop your head onto ekko’s shoulder- just narrowly avoiding powder’s oncoming kick.

“next time, wash your socks before shoving them into somebody’s face, you freak!” you retort, clenching your eyes shut as you rub your cheek into the fabric of ekko’s top, as though to rid the germs from the side of your face.

ekko simply shakes his head with a quiet huff of laughter- choosing to ignore how much you remind him of a vastaya.

wrapping an arm around your lower back, he rests his hand on your hip just under your light garments; and he just barely bites back a smile when he feels goosebumps arise on your bare skin as his thumb begins to move in gentle circles.

“not even going to try and defend me, huh, space boy?” powder teased, tucking an arm beneath her head as the other reached out to twirl one of his fallen locs around her fingers- watching intently as he let a sly grin spread across his face.

the boy tilts his head to the side, his cheek brushing up against the top of your head as he squints one eye- as though it was hard to admit this. “she kinda has a point,” he drawls. “you are sort of freak.”

you let out an unrefined snort from beside him and take a look back at powder who began to shake her head with a far-off look in her eye.

“betrayed by my own partner…” she mutters in mock disappointment. “how am i to ever recover?”

ekko couldn’t help but let out a hearty chuckle, finding her indignant reaction almost comically adorable.

“you’re not denying it?” he teases with a feign shrug of the shoulders, reaching a free hand back to pull playfully at a strand of her hair to which she promptly gasps in shock at.

“oh no, i am in total denial right now! you two are ganging up on me. 2 v 1 is not a fair fight, thank you very much,” powder protested as she makes a move to tug at ekko’s earring in reprisal.

powder's mock indignation slowly faded, replaced once again by her infectious grin as she glanced between the two.

"i’ve decided that you guys are the worst," she declared to which ekko chuckled at her words, finding even her insults irresistibly endearing.

"and you know you wouldn't have us any other way," he retorted, earning an eye roll from powder and a groaned ‘corny’ from you.

though, after the sounds of your laughter and hushed conversations dispersed, it didn’t take long for the three of you to then settle into a comfortable silence. and despite the cool atmosphere, a warmth spread throughout you all head to toe- a feeling of contentment, companionship.

letting your head fall into the junction between ekko’s neck and shoulder, you let your eyes drift shut as a feeling of tranquility washed over you with the continuous gentle brushing of his thumb.

that was all until powder’s foot was shoved back into your face.

“and for the record- my socks are not that bad-!”

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this is what we could’ve had if the arcane writers were hugged as kids

[chaithetics]

Ahhhh!!!! This is so sweet and lovely!!!! You are amazing!!!

The gif! The emphasis! You're making me giggle and kick my feet! The poetry? I'm twirling my hair and smiling!

Thank you so much for the kind words and reblog! I'm so glad you enjoyed this fic! 💞🫂

Devilish Worries and Bodies

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F (afab) reader Word count: 3.3K Warning/note: 18 + MDNI, mentions of anxiety/mental health/worries, and smutty smut smut! P in V intercourse. Some fluff. No description physical description of reader other than afab. Not proofread! Please validate me and this self-indulgent fic, sad girl era is thriving.

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Matt had already come home after a long day of fighting for justice through the legal, sophisticated, respectable way of the courts as the good samaritan lawyer for the voiceless and defenceless of Hell’s Kitchen. And then endured a long night of fighting for justice through the illegal, frowned-upon way of his vigilante persona, Daredevil. He’d come home, you’d helped him clean up the couple of cuts he had and he’d gone to bed now. He was sleeping peacefully, he looked like an angel as his eyes were closed and no worries were etched into his face. 

He had been in a deep slumber by the time you left the bed, he was yet to notice. You hadn’t been able to sleep at all, and it wasn’t his fault that that was the case. You were now sitting on the sofa in the living room that felt even greyer and colder than usual. Everything felt so cold, you almost wondered if your vision was acting up. You just needed some rain outside and you’d be in Catherine Hardwicke’s blue-green-tinted world of Twilight. 

You had a glass of water in your hands that was now room-temperature because you’d been sitting there so long. Holding it. Thinking. Thinking about just tipping the glass of water out onto yourself, because why not? Then that image would replay over and over. Then you’d sip from it. Somehow. Lower it. Back to holding and then back to thinking. It was still pretty full at this stage. 

Staring out the window into the numerous lights that appeared to float mid-air, parallel to the sky at different points. You couldn’t see any stars, you hated that. At least if there were stars you’d have some luck of counting them, maybe trying to name some of them, in an attempt of some distraction technique you told yourself that a normal person could do. Then you thought a normal person probably wouldn’t even to do this. The voice in your head that said it, was mean, it was the kind of a high school bully which made you feel even worse. You let out a deep sigh and choke on a little sob that you didn’t know had been wanting to come out. 

That’s the noise that wakes Matt up, he stretches out in the bed you share as he lets out a quiet but deep yawn as he tiredly rubs his eye. He moves a hand through his sleep-toussled hair as he immediately realises that you’re not in bed with him. He sighs as he focuses on the elevated heartbeat of yours he can hear drumming along further in the apartment. He immediately knows something is up, when he’d originally come home he thought something might’ve been bothering you as you seemed slightly detached but he’d been able to write it off as you just being tired because it was extremely late when he’d come home after a patrol. He couldn’t write this off as early hours fatigue though. He knew you, down to the core, even when you didn’t want to be perceived.

Matt gets up and slowly walks out of the bedroom with gentle footsteps, he could’ve been a ballerina in another lifetime. He’s so quiet with his movement after years of practice that you don’t notice he’s out of bed until he’s standing just a few steps away from the couch. 

It’s when you get the feeling of goosebumps on the back of your neck and that feeling that somebody is watching you that you start to wonder. You’re not sure though if it’s just depressed paranoia that makes you feel like somebody is watching, Matt had absolutely passed out, he should be in a deep sleep still you think. But you try to slow your breathing and not given into the urge to look and further panic, but you think that if someone was behind you it’s better to look and know that there is or that you’re not just feeling depressed but also paranoid. 

With a sigh after a sharp inhale you slowly turn your head and look, you see Matt standing there. He’s just a couple of steps away from you, he’s facing you and well… he’s not just facing you, he’s analysing you. You look at him with tears in your eyes as you know he’s doing a full scan of your senses. 

Matt steps closer immediately and sits on the sofa right next to you as the first tear has just dropped. You’re not sure if it’s because he can hear the tear dropping out of your tear duct to run down your cheek, or if it’s because he can smell the extra stress hormones or something in these emotional tears. 

“I thought you were asleep.” You whisper hoarsely, almost feeling ashamed at this scene happening. 

“I was.” He says gently as he raises his hand to your cheek and then he gently rubs your cheek, wiping up the few tears had already shed. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m sorry-” Now it’s guilt as well. 

“Don’t apologise.” He quickly cuts you off in a gentle tone. 

He’s caring but he says it so nonchalantly, like this is normal. He’d spent a day working with clients, then he’d had a violent patrol and now you having a mini-breakdown interrupted his sleep. You felt bad and you knew that maybe you shouldn’t because you’re a human and you’re entitled to a cry and love and understanding. And all those things. But brains aren’t logical, and they sure as hell aren’t when you’re going through the emotions. You sigh as you look at his face, seeing the compassion and adoration. 

“Are you going to talk to me, beautiful?” He whispers with a gentle, playful smile. He’s trying to ease this. Diffuse the anxiety. 

“It’s just overwhelming. There’s a lot of mental noise and I’m struggling to not spiral-because well I’m already spiralling and nothing feels good. I’m not good. I’m just not good.” You spit out. 

He quickly pulls you into his arms and your face is pressed against his warm bare chest. You can’t help but let out a soft sigh of relief and bury your head further into his chest. It’s so comforting and even when you’re a mess, he still somehow knows how to comfort you. 

“Maybe you’re not good, and you’re just great instead.” He whispers as he starts to caress your back gently, he seems to be almost tracing an invisible pattern as he does. “That’s how I feel about you. Other days you may be good. It’s been bad before, it’s been good before. It can feel good again, honey. And it will.” 

You sigh and tilt your head to look at him as you move more into his lap and adjust yourself to be more physically comfortable. You trust him, you love him, you believe him but you’re not sure if you believe him more than the disbelief you have in yourself. 

Matt seems to sense this hesitation in you. “Five things you see?” He asks softly as his head is tilted to face you, he’s focusing on you because you’re his whole world. 

“Um…” You inhale and start to look around as you think. “Your face…” You say and almost chuckle, he smiles that charming grin widely and chuckles. “Good, what else.”

You look around and think. “The window… The couch… that plant in the ugly pot my cousin gave us.” You say and you both smile at that. You had to describe in detail the absolute atrocity of the pot to Matt when had been gifted to you both and it was now a bit in your relationship. 

“Good, good, not so good.” He chuckles with the smile that’s slowly distracting you from your worries. “One more thing.” “Um, the light.” You say quietly. 

“Four things you can feel.” He says and you can’t help but chuckle. “Well, you, I guess, and four different parts of you.” You say as you look at him as your cheeks heat up. 

“Sure, I’ll give you that one.” He says playfully. “Do I feel good?” He then asks teasingly. It makes you roll your eyes and chuckle. 

“Yeah.” 

“So something feels good.” He says with a proud smirk. 

“Don’t use my words back at me, like that.” You say as you watch him smile. “Mm, don’t say them then, pretty thing.” He says proudly and he chuckles and kisses your lips softly with a little peck. “Now should I keep going with the grounding and distraction technique?” 

“I don’t know-” 

“Why, are you in your body and out of your head enough?” He asks with a smirk as he caresses your back. 

“Maybe. You’re pretty good at that.” You say, he is. He’s so good at reassuring you and bringing you back to Planet Earth and away from the galaxy of overthinking and mental black holes. 

You lean against him and press a soft gentle kiss to his collarbone as he’s so close to you. All of him is, he’s enveloping you. He lets out a quiet little groan at that, that he tries to muffle but you catch it. You look up at him and bite your lip. 

You move slightly and caress his strong arms gently. “Honey, are you sure? You’re… Well you’ve been upset…” He says softly. He means it. 

“Yeah, but I’m feeling better now. And maybe the dopamine and oxytocin is just what I need.” You say matter of factly but still a little anxiously. “Oh really?” He cocks his head slightly and there’s a devilish grin on his face but his eyes are filled with love and adoration.  

“Yes really.” You smiled softly as you looked up at him, you really loved him and you felt safe with him. Matt started to run his thumb along your jaw and down your throat gently. 

You felt your cheeks heat up more and then you trailed your hand down his chest, his stomach, being careful to avoid any visible cuts or bruises on his pale skin. Your hand made it’s way down to palm him over his boxers. You watched his face carefully, his cheeks started to tinge with a blush and he smiled. 

“Mm, no.” He said with a smirk and then he quickly flipped you carefully and gently so you were now lying on your back on the couch while his hand was firmly on your waist as he looked down. You sharply gasped as this happened but then let out a giggle which just made his smirk grow ten times more. 

Matt lowered himself, caressing your waist gently and then running his hand down to your thigh and up again slowly, your breath started to slow in anticipation as you bit your lip, he was paying attention to your breathing and then he tugged your sleep bottoms down. Your cheeks heated up more at that as you looked down at him. He was completely focused on you now as his fingers danced around your inner thigh, spelling out invisible love letters and filth on your sensitive skin as you gasped at each touch. For a man with a moniker that had the word ‘devil’ in it, he sure was heaven of a man. 

Matt started to kiss your thighs, as his fingers moved up, he then paused his kisses as he finally travelled across to your vulva and ran a single finger through your folds. It triggered an automatic soft moan that made him smirk for a moment as he then gently spread your folds. 

His finger starts to travel more, he teases your hole with his index finger, circling it and almost going in for you to swallow him up but never quite, you feel your core clench up at this and don’t even realise that you’re holding your breath, waiting for him. Waiting for more. He keeps exploring, teasing, and pulling out soft moans and groans of anticipation from you, he starts to slowly insert his finger which makes you gasp and then he pulls it out. He brings the finger to his mouth and sucks on it, tasting your juices. 

You gasp at this and watch him, you’d been watching him the whole time but now your eyes are absolutely glued to him. He then brings his finger mixed with your juices and his saliva to that sweet, sweet, bundle of nerves that’s craving his touch. He starts to circle it slowly in a clockwise motion, applying a little more pressure. 

“You know, that tasted pretty good.” He says. He says it so confidently, the nature of his tones words, and what’s happening makes your cheeks heat up more as you let out some soft moans. “I should probably try it straight from the source, that’s what I need to do, isn’t it?” 

“Oh Matt…” You can’t help but feel like you’re going to explode just from his words. But he’s already dived in. 

Matt kisses along your vulva as he inserts his finger into your hole, lightly, almost teasingly. The kisses get closer and then he starts to lick. You’re almost squirming a little now, it feels so good, he’s not even at your clitoris yet, but his mouth and fingers is the start of an overwhelming heaven and you know that. You let out a loud whine and as you squirm, he moves his free hand to firmly hold your thigh, keeping you in place and he groans against you. The vibration of that is absolutely perfectly and you bite your lip, trying not to cry out, as you feel your eyes close as he licks your folds while pumping the tips of his index and now middle finger out. 

After a loud whine he smirks and then moves his mouth to the sweet spot as he keeps lightly fingering you, he licks your bundles of nerves, slowly, almost painfully so, circling it with his tongue and then you feel him kissing it and then he starts to lightly suck on your clitoris. You whine out at that, desperately so, as you claw the side of the couch and your eyes start to roll back. He hums against your clitoris, he’s so perfect and he knows that you love that so much. It always feels so damn good and it does right now. The vibration of that humming perfectly gets you off every time and sends pleasure right from your core right down to your feet and up to your head. 

Matt keeps humming, well aware of what it does to you, and hungrily sucks on your clitoris, like his life depends on bringing you to orgasm, that he is a man dying of a thirst that only tour sweet juices can quench, that your release will be his salvation. He keeps sucking and you feel your eyes roll back so much and you’re moaning so loudly as your back arches, he’s taking you to the peak and you can’t hold it back anymore. You whine out and grip the sofa more as he firmly holds your thigh, his fingers digging in as his mouth brings you to an overwhelming and incredible orgasm. 

“Oh Matt!” You whine out as the pleasure from it floods you. He keeps sucking and licking, making sure he gets each last drop and makes the most of your taste that he’s obsessed with and needs. He slows down after your release as you pant quickly you can’t help but smile and as you look down and see his face move away, his chin and mouth is wet but his lips are curled up in a smile. 

“You taste sweeter than anything I could ever dream of wanting.” He says as he caresses your thigh, there’s a slight flush in his face as he pants a little. Your cheeks heat up more at his words and as you watch him move. 

Matt takes his boxers off and then quickly kneels on the couch, spreading your legs and you see his thick member aroused and hungry. He’s looking at you as moves closer, holding it and then you move your hand down, feeling it and the precum that’s already dripping. You help him line himself up. 

Matt immediately thrusts in, he bottoms out quickly, you sharply inhale and he lets out a loud, perfect groan that’s music to your ears. 

“Absolutely perfect every time.” He whispers and then he slowly starts to move as his hand moves up your stomach and to your chest as he holds onto a breast while his other hand is planted onto the sofa to steady himself as he moves. 

You feel yourself clenching more around him with each thrust, his rhythm is steady but quick and you’re already so sensitive after the mindblowing orgasm he just gave you. Matt groans as his pace increases while he thrusts into you. You can’t help but whine out as he squeezes your breast and grunts out while moving. 

Matt then moves so his body is flushed against you, chest to chest, he puts his arm under your head, almost cuddling you closer to him as his hips start to move ten times faster. 

“Oh Matt, fuck…oh god…” You whine out loudly as he moves quickly and you’re so physically overwhelmed. He smiles at your reaction and groans into your ear, pressing his lips right against you to kiss your hair and moan into it as he fucks you like his life depends on it. 

His hips are moving so quickly and it completely contrasts to how the way he’s holding you is almost so gentle. You wrap your arms around his back, almost weakly and then start to scratch his toned back as the thrusts become deeper and deeper. You feel so full. 

“So perfect, so beautiful. I love you.” He groans into his ear as he keeps pounding into you. He’s a man in love and one that craves your body. He’s absolutely obsessed. “Your pussy is always so needy. I love it.” He groans into your ear as the thrusts become faster. 

“I love… I love you… t-too…” You whimper out as he keeps thrusting. You bury your head into the crook of his neck as he keeps going, he’s squeezing you tighter. “I love you s-so-so much…” You feel his hips starting to sputter as the rhythm breaks up a little. He’s still thrusting quickly into you but he’s getting close. 

“You feel so good, I’m not gonna last long beautiful.” He moans into your ear as he holds you tighter and keeps thrusting into you. You nod against his shoulder and neck, you knew this, and you have no issue with it. 

You dig your nails into his back and scratch him, goosebumps run along his skin at your touch and his breath changes for a moment as his body trembles slightly and he gives one last thrust as he then releases. He groans out and you look up at him smiling and biting your lip, he always looked so handsome when he finished and he made the sweetest noises. 

He groans and opens his eyes slowly, he looks at you and then immediately kisses you on the lips lovingly and comfortingly. He pants against your soft lips as he rests them there after the kiss. You run your fingers through his dark hair that now has beads of sweat from this exertion. This is peaceful, he loves you and you love him. You’re perceived, and somehow, that’s okay with Matt. 

After a moment he kisses you again and then he carries you to bed, he’s your loving, protective big spoon as your mind finally quietens down and you get to enjoy a deep sleep next to your handsome devil.

[mothgirl2001]

honestly if Silco looked at me like this I fear I’d have no other choice but to kick my feet, flutter my eyelashes, twirl my hair and giggle

[perths]

[telumendils]

me when spite shouted "i want to talk to rook!" and punched lucanis in the face over it:

[sophsun1]

Interview With The Vampire – 2.05: Don't Be Afraid, Just Start the Tape

[xmaruu11]

?!!??!?!?!?!?!

[boycritter]

okay here is my idea. i did some poking around online and found these rating systems called like. cawpile. and aspects. and because i am not beholden to the need to have my rating system be acronymable i have come up with something along those lines but better for me. i may need to come up with an alternate system or systems for nonfiction and poetry but. we'll see. here are my potential criteria, each will probably be a score out of 10

writing style - did i enjoy how the book was written? was the prose too heavy-handed or not prosey enough? was it clunky or did it flow well?

plot - did i enjoy the overall arc of the story? was it paced well? were there any major plot points that i felt didn't get the attention they deserved?

characters - did i find the characters interesting? did i find their relationships compelling and believable? did they seem fleshed out?

worldbuilding - did the world outside of the main characters seem to be well thought out? were the side characters also fleshed out, or just used to serve a specific role with no development outside of that? in the case of scifi/fantasy, did the world seem weirdly cobbled together or cohesive?

main themes - did i find the main themes of the book interesting? were they handled well? did the author make their message a little too obvious?

enjoyment - did i have a good time reading the book? or was i continuously checking to see how much more book there was? was i giggling twirling hair kicking feet etc?

i think next year i need to come up with a better book rating system than just 1-5 stars. bc i will rate an objectively meh book i had fun reading way higher than an objectively good book i found boring.

[deadpoets]

GILMORE GIRLS 3.06 | Take the Deviled Eggs...

[crowleyanthonys]

"Look, there's something wrong, there's something really wrong."

[immult]

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accidentally remembered the early fearne-orym conversation about putting imogen down and it rocked my entire world again. so good.

[merakiui]

i was looking through rollo's voice lines and omg?!?!?!? "i'll protect you"?!?!?!? WHAT ARE WE, ROLLO!!!!!!! saying you'll punish the mages on my behalf........ HELLO?????? and the duo magic lines..... "beg for forgiveness" and "it seems you haven't had your fill of pain."

he's so FINE. it's not FAIR. i need him RIGHT NOW. OTL

[pearly-sims]

[pogbur]

I fucking CAN’T WAIT until Wilbur comes back to the qsmp. It’ll be so so so funny. Nobody thinks he’s real.

Just imagine that this “tall british rockstar” dude that you’ve never met just.. appears. Like- your friend tells you they they have a boyfriend from another school that’s really popular and rich, but you’ve never heard of them, nobody else has, and when you ask your friend what they look like, they say “oh he’s tall” “he has two ears and two eyes” “he has hair”. And then you meet the guy. And he’s exactly what has been described, and REAL.

And Quackity has told everyone that he’s famous too, which like- he’s popular yes, but he’s not Famous Famous, which is probably what Quackity has put into the French and Brazilian’s minds.

So think, when he gets back, everybody will be bombarding him cuz “ooo famous person”. He’ll get so flustered and happy. It’ll be great

AND TALLULAH. oh tallulah. I am just SO excited for musicduo reunion.

[heymrspatel]

Look, Ian, Mickey, and Mandy go to a Sox game when she visits and the kiss cam shows Mandy and Ian and then?

anna hi! omg i love this heehee!

cue the battle of three completely different facial expressions!

ian: wide toothy smile, crinkly eyes, rosy cheeked! completely tickled by the concept of being on camera with his best friend! a silly guy! my god, what a memory for them, something to laugh at for years to come. "remember when we were on the kiss cam? how fun was that?!"

mandy: the most mischievous smirk you could ever imagine! the side eye of the century. oh ho boy, that girl is gloating. everyone around her is surprised she hasn't broken out into an evil laugh yet. that's all that's missing as her hand comes up to rest on ian's shoulder. time to mess with her shithead of a brother! time to shine!

mickey: if "OH. FUCK. NO." had a face, it would be this one. eyebrows absolutely fighting for their life. they shoot straight up, they come crashing down. gasps echo all around them as The Scowl comes out. pure and utter disgust on his face. a pause. hands flailing accompanied by an "AAAYYY!!!"

the jumbotron shows a girl, a goofy guy, and an arm. shooting out from the right and yanking the guy sideways. the cameraperson gets with it, pans to where the arm has claimed their guy. and there. fully engrossed in the hottest kiss that ballpark has ever seen, are ian and mickey. holding faces, backwards caps, smiling and proud.

[coffit0]

Waiter! Waiter! More ships whose main colors are contrary please !!