#maintain corse

[maroonswan]

Kirishima Eijiro, who's obsessed with eating your pussy from the back. Has a special body pillow just for you, to help you comfortably maintain your little arch as he kneels behind you, adoring your magnificent shape. Corse calloused hands gripping each side of your ass. Nails and fingers digging firmly into the flesh to split you down the middle, pulling your pussy lips apart to expose your hidden center like a peach. He's salivating, kissing your pucker asshole and down your taint before his tounge teases your pussy, so close to sliding in but not enough to give you the relief your craving as the tip collects the first strands of your sweet essence. Your impaitient whimpers only continuing to stir the tease inside him before his lips gracious latch upon your clit. You're going to get exactly what you asked for. And, you're not going anywhere until he finishes giving it to you.

[marymary-diva17]

Everyone has a role (morden au)

Jake x tonowari x reader x ronal x neytiri

When it came to a family like yours there wee many roles that everyone, had to play when it comes to maintain this busy household. There was your role the family which is many roles but you could see as the rock of the family, always there for everyone and doing your best for your spouse and kids. While you thought it was not that much a less role you were dead wrong, as the kids and your spouses knew your roles is important and you are everything to them.

y/n " time to get a other week started" you had gotten out of bed and soon enough dressed for the day. You soon made you way downstairs to make sure everything was ready, for the kids and your spouses when they made their way downstairs.

y/n " okay breakfast first and later on lunches as well" You had gotten out the bowls and plates for breakfast, making a good breakfast for the family.

y/n " umm what do for lunches ... oh yes sandwiches we have all what is needed for everyone to make their own" you had gotten all the stuff for sandwiches and place them onto the kitchen container, and right on the dot alarm started going off waking up everyone.

y/n " right on time .... breakfast is ready everyone and good morning"

Jake " Honey have you seen where I left my boots I ...."

y/n " they are down here Jake you left them down here near the couch" you soon saw Jake making his way downstairs it looked like she was dressed some training corse with the recruits.

Jake " good morning beautiful"

y/n " morning so you and tonowari have training today with the recruits"

Jake " yes it was supposed to happen next week but plans had gotten changed so it this week"

y/n " good now eat some breakfast it will be good for you and tonowari, you are going to need enough portion to get through the day"

Jake " you are amazing"

tonowari " good morning my lovely wife i hope this training week goes well"

y/n " good morning it will go well"

tonowari " you always see the bright side in life" tonowari soon sat down next to Jake as they started eating what they need for breakfast.

neytiri " I smell a wonderful breakfast"

y/n " well yes and sandwiches for lunch that everyone gets to make"

Neytiri “ you are a good wife” Neytiri kissed your right check before grabbing her breakfast, and going to sit with the guys.

Ronal “ well it seems like I and Neytiri are going to be busy at work, there are many expecting mother some of them new and others who have had kids before”

Y/n “ that wonderful but I hope you all remember to take it easy this week”

ronal “ we will love” Soon the sound of footsteps heading down the stairs had been heard, it was the children.

Y/n “ morning children breakfast is ready and it sandwich making day today”

neteyam “ morning mama”

aonung “ breakfast smells wonderful”

Kiri “ I love making sandwiches do we have everything”

y/n “ yes we do my love everything all the type of breads and everything needed, to make the perfect sandwich”

tsireya “ yes”

Neytiri “ children eat your breakfast so you have enough time to make lunch” the children soon nodded their heads and started getting their breakfast.

Rotox “ hey mama why is there an extra plate”

y/n “ for the other family member”

spider “ good morning everyone” spider soon stepped into the house he had keys to the house.

Lo’ak “ hey dude”He soon joined them for breakfast and making sandwiches. Spider would come to breakfast with the family at times, when norm and tsutey were very busy or were not at home at the moment.

Tuk “ mama can I use the star cookie cutter for my sandwich’s”

y/n “ yes honey and I can help you” Tuk smiled towards you once everyone was done eating eating their, breakfast soon it become making lunch time which was easy.

Y/n “ does everyone have what they need”

The family “ yes”

Y/n “ good” you were helping Tuk her with backpack while your spouses, were running around to get ready for work. 

Y/n “ Id anything happens at school today call me, as your moms and dads will be busy today and unreachable as well”

The kids “ yes mama”

Y/n “ are you kids walking to school today or getting a ride”

Ao’nung “ walking”

Y/n “ okay and if anything happens call me and I will come pick you all up” 

Kiri “ yes mama” 

Jake “ well we see all off to work and school”

Y/n “ have a good day everyone”

Tuk “ bye mama” 

Ronal “ what will you be doing today”

Y/n “ some research and house work”

Ronal “ you can always things that surprise me” your spouse soon kissed your goodbye as they soon took off the work, and the kids had went to school. Your role of the family was being the rock of the family being there for your spouses and children, never let them down and making sure your life was still the same after getting married and having children. The kids saw you as their idol as you always were there for them no matter what, helping them with everyday life challenges and homework. Then there were your spouses who thought the world of you, making sure they were okay along with helping them with anything they need. So it seems like after all you did have an important role in the family.

[evangelinesbible]

VISHNU PERSONA CHART

“Vishnu is the supreme being who creates, protects, and transforms the universe. Vishnu (or Viṣṇu, Sanskrit: विष्णु) means 'all pervasive'[16] and, according to Medhātith (c. 1000 CE), 'one who is everything and inside everything'.[17] Vedanga scholar Yaska (4th century BC. The Garuda Purana (chapter XV)[20] and the "Anushasana Parva" of the Mahabharata both list over 1000 names for Vishnu, each name describing a quality, attribute, or aspect of God.The conch shell is spiral and symbolizes all of interconnected spiraling cyclic existence, while the discus symbolizes him as that which restores dharma with war if necessary when cosmic equilibrium is overwhelmed by evil. One of his arms sometimes carries a gada (club, mace named Kaumodaki) which symbolizes authority and power of knowledge.” -Wikipedia

“Vishnu is one of the most important gods in the Hindu pantheon and considered a member of the holy trinity (trimurti) of Hinduism with Brahma and Shiva. Vishnu is the Preserver and guardian of men, he protects the order of things (dharma) and he appears on earth in various incarnations (avatars) to fight demons and to maintain cosmic harmony.”

- WorldHistory.org

Here’s my ideas on what the asteriod could mean if it’s prominent in your chart

- can show where you are the most powerful, the most important and/or the most knowledgeable

- an indication of being perceived as all knowing

- could indicate being highly respected and being seen as an important person

- being protective over what you create

- how you might be seen as supreme and a great creator

- can show how you’ll transform your/the world

- what you’ll have many names in/ how people perceive you in many different ways

- where you can gain authority

- how you’re seen as godly or universally divine

(astro code: 4034)

CELEBRITIES WITH IT PROMINENT

BEYONCE - CONJ. JUPITER/SATURN

DOJA CAT - CONJ. NORTH NODE

TAYLOR SWIFT - CONJ. VENUS

MARYLIN MONROE - CONJ. MOON

NOW THE PERSONA CHART

(I feel like this is one of those charts that only really resonate when the asteroid is prominent in the natal chart, and It doesn't have to be conjunct to be prominent it can tightly aspected in other ways I would say the 2nd strongest aspect would be squares)

Nonetheless this PC can show why people worship and respect you. It can show how/why you are perceived as such a unique and powerful person and as someone who is influential, all knowing, and "godly" (I'm using the term godly loosely, we ain’t doing no Kanye shit over here) and I feel like this pc makes more sense to look at when its an established and proclaimed powerful person, but of corse you can look at yours to see your potential.

1H/ CHART RULER/SUN/VISHNU - How you're initially seen in your status as an important person. your main attributes that causes people to respect you. what shines the most about you that causes people to see you as someone of importance. how you should present yourself to reach this godly level of success

2H/VENUS- how you value yourself and how other people see value in you. the charm you have that'll help you gain respect. Why people love and respect you.

3H/ MERCURY - how you communicate your ideas and creations. Depending on the sign it can show what you might be really knowledgeable of and can show the area of expertise you have that causes people to admire and respect you. placements in this house can determine the titles people give you.

IC/4H/ MOON- the softer side of you that you use to gain respect from others. using your femininity to gain authority over others.

MARS - Where you should direct your dive and energy in becoming an important individual. using your harder more masculine side of you to gain authority over others.

5H - how you should creatively express yourself (if creative expression is what you want) to be perceived as powerful. your talents that can help you reach this as well.

6H - daily things you can do that can help improve your chances of being seen as an important person. placements can show how you should help others that'll get you on a pedestal.

7H - why people openly dislike you and don't understand the obsession people have over you, how your charm popularizes you and gives you opportunities to gain authority and respect.

8H/PLUTO - what you should invest in to become a highly respected individual. how you'll transform yourself to become a highly respected person and what you do that'll transform your world or how you'll massively effect the world. potential taboo topics that surround your name and might hurt your image/ position in power

9H/ JUPITER - can also show what you're very knowledgeable of. Can show were most of your luck is in reaching a level that is considered godly. the main thing about you that people might worship/adore.

MC/10 - how you should present yourself to gain high respect form the public. placements in this house can mean that you can easily do this.

11/URANUS - how you should manifest this sort of status, the unexpected things that can happen to you when you reach this status, the type of people you should surround yourself with when trying to become someone who is highly respected. the type of admires/fans/followers you will get when reaching this goal.

12/NEPTUNE - the secrets you hide form others to matin the image of being all powerful and knowing. the dreams/delusions you have pertaining to reaching this status. how you mentally deal with achieving this power. the illusion you cast onto others with the image of being someone who is "godly"

SATURN- the limitations and challenges you will come across when trying to reach this status. the maturity and wisdom you show as someone who's seen as a powerful person. the time it'll take to reach this sort of position in life.

NN/VERTEX - how you were destined to achieve this level of "godly- ness"/high prestige

CHIRON - The trauma and wounds you'll use to help yourself achieve this level of "godly-ness"/high prestige. Can also indicate the troubles you might go through to get to that place.

First time I interpreted an asteroid on this blog and I think I did pretty good. if you know anymore info on this asteroid please feel free to tell me 💋

-⚜️💫⚜️

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

In The Style, Blue!

SH presented two watches of the same brand at Nobleman's photo shoot, one of which matched the colour well. The watch chosen to match her blue jacket is a MONOBALANCIER HURACAN STERRATO inspired by a Lamborghini from the Italian luxury sports car manufacturer. The colourful piece was launched simultaneously with the new supercar of the same name.

Although SH's trousers have no hems, his stylist did not pay attention to the unfinished edge of the trousers.

Styling @mrmontyjackson

Roger Dubuis has led the charge in daring and innovative watchmaking, earning its reputation as the master of “hyper-horology”. The brand’s creations boast a bold and avant-garde design philosophy, resulting in futuristic and distinctive timepieces incorporating cutting-edge materials and complex mechanical movements.

The Excalibur Spider Monobalancier Huracán Sterrato is a brilliant extension of the brand’s Excalibur line, taking inspiration from the off-road Lamborghini Huracán Sterrato released last year, only this time dressed in an alluring blue attire.

Sporting a blue outfit, the new Huracán Sterrato watch features lines that cut across the dial, echoing the shape of the car’s roof rack. The timepiece boasts a quick-release system for rapid strap changes, allowing seamless adaptation to any occasion. The bright camo-patterned strap is a nod to the gritty abilities of the Huracán Sterrato, a remarkable feat achieved by vulcanising numerous coloured rubber plates.

The New Roger Dubuis Excalibur Spider Monobalancier Huracán Sterrato. Experience the latest offering from the hyper-horology brand created in partnership with the Lamborghini Squadra Corse.

The watch is powered by the automatic RD630 calibre movement, explicitly developed for the partnership with Lamborghini Squadra Corse, and it mirrors the hexagonal air intakes of the Huracán. The balance wheel takes centre stage at noon, tilted at a 12° angle to evoke Sterrato’s rev counter. This ingenious design decision adds depth to the dial and potentially enhances precision by averaging out positional errors.

The date display at 6 o’clock maintains the balance of the dial, while its rotation in front of a coloured decoder makes for a fascinating visual effect. With a transparent case back, you’ll marvel at the semi-skeletonised movement and its full rotor, cleverly resembling a Huracán wheel rim in motion. The dynamic illusion of pure speed is captivating. The watch offers 60 hours of power reserve with twin barrels, ensuring reliability and performance.

When it comes to telling time, the hour and minute hands might blend into the dial, but there are other focuses. The watch’s essence lies in its experience, just like driving a Lamborghini is more about the thrilling journey than the destination. The Roger Dubuis Excalibur Spider Monobalancier Huracán Sterrato delivers a powerful and exhilarating experience, and it can be yours for £ 59.500 (USD 70,000, taxes not included) Note only 28 will be made.

Lamborghini Huracán Sterrato. Asphalt and dirt can travel together.

The Excalibur Spider Monobalancier Huracán Sterrato is a timepiece to celebrate the Lamborghini Huracán Sterrato supercar built to conquer off-road terrain. The car is a marvel like no other, with its 5.2-litre V10 engine delivering a breathtaking 610 CV (449 kW) at 8,000 rpm and rocketing from 0 to 100 km/h in a mere 3.4 seconds.

[papetoonfox]

3 and 15?

Get To Know Your Character!

What parts of themselves do they tend to hide?

Resting a finger upon his chin, Fox pondered the unusual question. "What parts of myself do I try to hide?" he repeated, a thoughtful furrow in his brow. "I suppose you could say it's the aspects that make me feel vulnerable," he reflected, recalling a similar inquiry. "But then again, aren't we all a little vulnerable in some way?" he mused, acknowledging the shared experiences (almost) everyone has.

Fox hides allot of parts of himself, typically his own vulnerability. Which you can read in this response here! Allot of these things listed can be classified as things he would consider hiding from others.

Aside from his vulnerability, he tends to hide SOME of these:

Fear: Fox does his best to conceal his fear. It's not something he touches on, but even he has his own fears. Those are things he will do his best to hide from others. The fear of his own weaknesses being used against him, rather that is emotional or physical. A Darker Side of Himself: Fox has his own fair share of grappling with a more 'vengeful' side of his personality. This can fall in line with his anger issues and resentment (of corse his own vengefulness), and fears it could lead him down a much darker path. Emotional Turmoil: Despite his tough exterior (or fluffy, as some might say) - Fox harbors a depth of emotion beneath the surface. However, he tends to keep his emotional struggles, such as grief or loss, to himself, often times, he doesn't want to burden his team with his personal issues. This may stem from a desire to maintain strength and composure as the leader of Star Fox, but it also reflects his reluctance to impose his own emotions on others.

What do they like/dislike about themselves?

"You're just full of questions, aren't you?" Fox chuckled lightly to himself before continuing. "You know," he mused, a soft smile gracing his lips, "if there's one thing I really admire about myself, it's probably how loyal I am to my team and friends." He paused for a moment, reflecting on the bonds he held dear.

"As for something I'm not 'too fond of,'" he continued with yet another chuckle, "maybe my terrible sense of direction on rare occasions. But hey," he added with a grin, "good thing Falco keeps me in check. It does make our trips into unknown territory a bit more interesting!"

What Fox Likes About himself: Impeccably dressed: Fox takes great pride in his appearance, always striving to be as well-dressed and presentable as possible. It's a reflection of his meticulous nature and attention to detail, and he takes immense satisfaction in looking his best. Kind-hearted: He wears his heart on his sleeve, showing kindness and empathy to those around him without hesitation. While he sometimes views this openness as a vulnerability, he ultimately appreciates the strength it takes to be so authentically himself. What Fox Dislikes About Himself: Self-doubt: He dislikes this tendency to second-guess himself, as it can undermine his own confidence and leadership. Vulnerability: He sometimes dislikes his reluctance to show vulnerability. He understands the importance of opening up and seeking support from his team and friends, but he finds it challenging to let down his guard and reveal those inner struggles.

[claire-de-lune-poetry]

Shared scars-

Shared scars are the light house

For others who will hit the same rock i have

The iceberg sank the titanic was a warning

To all boats who travel so they too do not sink

For boats only sink from water within

And water is not always a healing 'friend'

Lighthouses don't wonder if they are right

They don't force you to listen

They shed light on the hidden

So you can maintain corse in the dark.

[bugcatcherwill]

Wait I just read the recent chapter….and I feel like the reason link laughed is he was in kobb’s position once with going to the bathroom in rito village.

Now it makes you think…how does each race in hyrule do hygiene like bathrooms or just daily hygiene?

For monsters it seems they rather do business in a bush, and daily hygiene varies depending on the monster’s race or subspecies (like elemental users)

Like: does rezek ever wash it and ashen’s cloak/robes? Same goes for sledge, kobb and their hinox friend’s loin cloths like do they wash them? Does zayl need to sunbathe to helps it’s camouflage ability or empty out/fill up its ‘spit’ pouch (how I imagine lizalfos can spit out of water)

Or for not main cast: lynels take a hour or 2 to groom their horse lower half’s and not to mention their manes

Of corse zora, rito and gorons must have special hygiene needs too, because for gerudo and hylian and sheikah (and yiga) hygiene is the same bathrooms or showering, washing clothes, etc.

The way I see it is that because monsters seem to have a more nomadic lifestyle based on their camps of BoTW/ToTK, they'd have a policy of "we don't know how long we're gonna be here, so do your business far from camp".

Honestly I've kinda been leaving out general daily habits/hygiene of the monsters because I know it'd probably be a snoozefest for most people, and it's one of those "assume they're maintaining basic hygiene" moments of writing a world, much like you don't have to write when characters take a piss because it's just assumed they find time to in-between scenes. It's like how it took me 57 chapters to mention Kobb going to the bathroom and I only really did it for a funny little gag lmao.

But anyways here's my lore-thoughts on it because now I'm in worldbuilding brainrot:

Bokoblins/Moblins/Hinoxes are similar to boars' tusks in that their large front teeth are constantly growing and they need to either file them down or have a diet that involves grinding down the teeth enough. Also like pigs/boars they're very sanitary and quite hygienic - even while under the Malice. However, because they have the ability to sweat unlike pigs they have much higher stamina akin to the human Hylians and don't need to rely on the classic mudbath to cool down. Although in lieu of a river to wash in, they may resort to sand or fine dirt which would also help keep away ticks since they're seldom fully clothed.

Lizalfos have a sort of "hydration sack" in their bodies that's connected from a hole under their tongue down to their stomach. So when they spit they're essentially spewing stored-up water mixed with stomach acid - which is why it hurts Link when he gets hit by it. It also acts as a reserve water supply that they can use to cool their body down when it gets too hot - basically a cold-blooded creature brute-forcing a sweating system which makes Lizalfos much hardier than ordinary reptiles. Their camo system is also just similar to chameleons except because they're a sentient species they're aware they can use it to blend in - unlike chameleons who just use it to convey mood.

Wizzrobe are tricky for this, due to being magical beings rather than biological, but how I imagine it is that if a Wizzrobe doesn't wash their robe out for long enough, they begin to have a lingering smell of their specific branch of magic. Like Rezek's cloak, for instance, would smell like ozone. While an Ice Wizzrobe would smell of an earthy frost, and a Fire Wizzrobe like smoldering charcoal.

And honestly the reason Lynel's haven't taken over all of Hyrule is because they keep getting their manes matted kjhlasdfjh

Honestly this is a great exercise to think about when I eventually get into post-BoTW because it'll be really interesting writing about how all the monster races navigate having to re-learn all this daily maintenance that the Malice would just do for them.

Also Rito probably take dust baths now that I think about it...

[0venatrix]

Had a dream me and some friends went to an abandoned mansion important notes:

-Guy was throwing a party there -Said guy maintained the garden just enough it didn’t get overrun. It looked like cottage core bush. It’s was lovely -Random space marine (salamander) -I melted down at the door because yer iv been like that lately -Salamander gives good hugs (of corse) -There’s people my brains made up that are consistent in my dreams I forgor about this. -Random tunnel???

[superpussyking]

Watching a video on unemployment in autisic people and the guy is talking about how he started a corse on how to teach other autistic people emotional intelligence (so they can get jobs) and that's a great idea in theory- but my issue is that I understand how to be a kind and supportive person but it's so exhausting I can't maintain it in a day to day work setting. I guess that's one of the issues of nothing being a one size fits all solution lmao

[itcars]

First look: The Maserati MC20 Cielo 

The MC20 super sports car, now also a spyder: Maserati presents MC20 Cielo, a one-of-a-kind car that can deliver the performance of a true super sports car, together with a holistic and immersive driving pleasure the like of which has never been seen before.

MC20 Cielo announces its special features in its very name: MC stands for Maserati Corse (‘Racing’); 20 refers to 2020, the year that began the brand’s new era; Cielo (‘sky’) highlights the fact that it is a model devoted to driving pleasure in the great outdoors, while maintaining all the prerogatives of the coupé.

Equipped with the revolutionary V6 Nettuno engine, the Cielo offers a perfect mix of sportiness and luxury, courtesy of a specification unique to the segment: the innovative retractable glass roof.

In actual fact, the new spyder acts a meeting point between Maserati audacity and the infinite sky, featuring a special “sky feeling”. The model is equipped with a state-of-the-art electrochromic (smart glass) window that can instantly be transformed from clear to opaque at the touch of a button on the central screen, courtesy of Polymer-Dispersed Liquid Crystal (PDLC) technology. The roof is also best-in-class in terms of thermal insulation and of opening and closing speed (just 12 seconds). Courtesy of this epitome of technology, MC20 Cielo provides a multi-sensory driving experience: all-encompassing with the roof closed and opaque; unique for the in-cabin brightness when the roof is transparent; holistic with the top down.

Developed at the Maserati Innovation Lab and produced at the historic plant on Viale Ciro Menotti, the spyder is 100% made in Italy and 100% made in Modena, as is the coupé version.

MC20 Cielo is designed for perfection. It weighs just 65 kg more than the coupé, made possible by meticulous, precise work during the stages of the car’s design. As well as its outstanding weight-to-power ratio, the carbon fiber chassis (the same for all three configurations to come: coupé, spyder and the future electric version) also guarantees uncompromising torsional rigidity, offering a combination of extraordinary handling on the road and on the track.

The new spyder is a car with an elegant yet highly sporty design. Its character and personality are truly eye-catching for the purity of its forms and the refined aerodynamics subjected to 360° testing in a wind tunnel, whether the roof is open or closed. Nothing is superfluous in the design; everything has its own function. The only concession to a surprise effect is the butterfly doors, as in the MC20 super sports car.

The butterfly door provides much easier access into and out of the cabin, as well as showing off the carbon fiber cockpit and the completely unmasked front wheel.

From an aesthetic perspective, the launch version features a new three-layer metallic color known as Acquamarina, available as part of the Maserati Fuoriserie customization program.

A color that interacts with light, revealing itself in a surprising way. The base is a pastel grey inspired by racing, reminiscent of the MC20’s sporty DNA, accompanied by an iridescent aquamarine mica that enlivens the hue and makes it exceptional.

The new model also adds a wide range of Active Safety Systems. As well as the parking sensors, rear-view camera and blind spot monitoring included in the MC20 since the MY22, the new spyder introduces autonomous emergency brake, traffic sign information and a new 360° camera.

MC20 Cielo is equipped with an optional High Premium Sonus faber audio system. The MC20 Coupé system, an EISA award-winning in-vehicle audio system, has been specifically optimized to fit the unique acoustic and positioning needs of the spyder’s cabin, situating the system’s 12 speakers to result in the Natural Sound that distinguishes Sonus faber audio systems. Finally, the in-car experience is managed from the Maserati Intelligent Assistant (MIA) Multimedia system, and from Maserati Connect.

At the World Premiere of the new Maserati spyder, the bond with the sky will be the central theme, to take you into a new, holistic dimension: just raise your eyes and look up to the sky.

[juyeoniemyhoney]

make you feel my love

Losing means nothing to Ishikawa when he has you.

pairing: ishikawa yuki x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

warnings: i don’t think there’s any!

word count: 2074 words

A/N: i honestly dont know who wants to read this but im just gonna post it anyways HAHA so here all you ishikawa simps pls enjoy<3

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It all happens at once.

The noise— screams of all pitches and encouragements of all sorts, forming a raucous cacophony in the large gymnasium— halts almost immediately; like a vacuum has sucked it all up and the only thing that is left is an eerie stillness as everyone waits in antsy anticipation for the player to serve.

And then he is running up, throwing the ball great lengths into the air and jumping to meet it halfway, hitting the ball with such force and determination you can almost feel the impact yourself. The ball hurtles through the air and crosses the net with such speed you almost don't see it.

But the Japanese team does. Their libero, Yamamoto, crosses the court in a flash and bumps the ball up so high up it gives his teammates half a second to breathe before they are rushing to connect it, the setter, Sekita, tossing the ball higher in the air for Ishikawa to hit it.

The tall Brazilians loom over him like a curse, like bad karma, as determined as the Japanese are, but not nearly as desperate. Ishikawa does not mind them and he bravely hits the ball with as much strength as his worn out body allows him, sending every last bit of energy into this spike, hoping, praying, practically begging for it to work, for the ball to hit the other side of the court with such violence that the Brazilians would not be able to even react before it hits the floor.

The next thing you know, the ball hits the hands of the Brazilians and is spindling down towards the floor at breakneck speed. Yamamoto, Sekita and Ishikawa (when he lands), all throw themselves to the floor in a desperate bid to save it, to not let it touch the floor, to not let all their hard work be washed down into a drain. But to no avail.

The ball hits the floor with a resounding thud. The whistle blows and all at once, the Brazilian supporters leap from their seats and yell and scream and shout with unadulterated joy. Because they have won! They have won the game! And the Japanese have lost. The Japanese team and their supporters are quiet in the wake of their loss. You do not move, almost as if if you did, the bleachers would crack open, the earth beneath the gymnasium would cave in and you would be falling to the floor, through the soil and to the core of the earth.

The three men lift themselves up from the floor with the weight of defeat on their shoulders and their teammates pat their backs silently, looking solemn but trying to be as encouraging as possible. The team gathers at the end line of the court and another whistle blows, signalling both teams to bow. When Ishikawa's eyes hit the floor, so do the tears.

He cries in silent agony, somehow feeling like it is all his fault. He is the captain, he should have led them better than this. He is the ace, he should have been able to hit pass those blocks. He knew hitting hard was risky, he should have been more careful. He should have moved faster, reacted faster, gotten to the ball faster. He should have been sharper, more alert, better. He should have been better.

His teammates shed a few tears too, but not quite nearly as much as Ishikawa. It's unrelenting— his tears. It doesn't want to stop, even when Ishikawa roughly wipes at his eyes in frustration, desperately wanting the raw showing of emotion to stop. Everyone can see him cry in this moment and he hates it.

When Ishikawa and his team begin to move off the court, is when you break from your stunned daze. Quite frankly, you were shocked speechless. You knew Brazil was a tough opponent but your faith in your boys would always trump any form of doubt. You knew they could do it. You knew they would be able to do it. Until they didn't.

You do not see the tears from quite so far away, but when you do, you are ripping yourself from your seat with such great speed, the people around you jump in surprise. You do not care, you do not even really notice before you are sprinting down the stairs, leaping from each flight, ignoring the desperate calls of your best friend and the shocked expressions directed at you as you race to the exit of the court.

"Ishikawa Yuki!" you yell just in case you don't catch them in time. You know you could just call him or meet him at his house but you came as a surprise, and though you'd wish you could surprise him after his victory, you think that surprising him and being able to comfort him in his loss will mean just as much.

At the sound of your voice, his head whips around, eyes wide in shock as he desperately searches the people for your face, eyes glassy with unshed tears and vision slightly blurry. You jump off the rest of the stairs, running to him with flailing arms. And when Ishikawa sees you, you swear you see his lips pout, eyes glossing over as tears run down his face.

You grin and run to him and he drops everything, his water bottle, his towel, his jacket, everything, so that he can hold his arms open for you to run into and give him a big hug. And you do exactly that. You run straight into his arms, wrapping your arms around his torso and shoving your face into his chest, not caring at all that he is drenched in sweat (and possibly tears), not caring at all that almost the whole gymnasium full of people can see the two of you have such an intimate moment, not caring at all because Ishikawa Yuki, the love of your life, is in tears and you have to do everything in your power to stop that.

Ishikawa's arms wrap around you too, holding you so tight and dear to him, you swear the both of you stop breathing. And with you in his arms, he finally crumbles to the floor, tears spilling from his eyes and sobs escaping his throat in ugly, high-pitched hiccups. But he doesn't care, you don't care, he's safe as long as you're here.

"When did you get here? I thought you were only going to touchdown tomorrow," he whispers in between sobs, his shaking, swollen hand coming up to your hair and entangling his fingers with the strands messily. You pull away slightly and pull Ishikawa down so that your chin rests on his shoulder and he can bury his face into your neck, your hand coming up to his sweaty hair to run your fingers through the corse, tangled strands as Ishikawa continues to cry in your arms. This position is so incredibly uncomfortable. After all, Ishikawa is insanely tall and the top of your head doesn't even really reach his neck, and you're sure Ishikawa's back is going to hurt a little later but he doesn't seem to mind at all at the position change, indulging in you as he shoves his face into the crook of your neck, hot breaths that tickle your skin, coming out in pants as he struggles to control his sobs.

"I wanted to surprise you," you say with a fond smile, the hand that was idle on his back coming up to send a wave to his teammates when your eyes meet, even sending one to his coach, who just smiles bitterly at you. His teammates send you rueful smiles and thumbs-ups of approval before they make their way back to the locker rooms, leaving you and Ishikawa to continue embracing at the exit of the court.

Ishikawa lets out a tearful laugh, saying, "Well, I'm surprised alright. I was just thinking about you when you called my name. I almost thought I was seeing things.".

You laugh but do not reply, allowing a comfortable silence to take over as Ishikawa lets all his emotions out in the form of hot, regretful tears. Your hand continues to soothe him with pats and strokes to his back and your hand remains in his hair. Ishikawa's large hands fist your shirt at your waist as his tears and sweat seep into your shirt. You don't mind. Of course, if this were anyone else you would. But this is Ishikawa Yuki, and you love him more than anything else in this world.

"You played so well," you whisper after a while of silence. You can feel Ishikawa wanting to pull away from you but you do not allow him, knowing full well that he wants to pull away to argue with you, to debunk your words with his incessant humility, so you do not allow him. You do not allow him to deny himself the praise he very much deserves because he's worked hard for this, no matter the outcome, he and his teammates have worked his ass off for this, and the least you can do is praise him.

"Yuki, you played very well. Don't try and deny it," you say with a firm voice, hand on his head keeping his chin to your shoulder. At this, he finally laughs and you loosen your grip, allowing him to pull out of your embrace just enough for him to see your face.

His cheeks are tear-stained and his eyes are beginning to puff up with all his crying, red beginning to bloom at the corner of his eyes, slowly taking over the white. His smile is nothing short of breathtaking, swollen eyes and red lips curled up brilliantly, smile lines and the corners of his eyes creasing sweetly. You can't help but grin back when you see his smile, nose souring with endearment.

"You know me so well," he comments, fingers coming up to tuck strands of your hair behind your ear, fingers trailing down your jaw to your chin, tilting your face up just a little bit more. His fingers guide your head just slightly forward before he is meeting you halfway in a sweet kiss, grinning immediately after your lips meet his.

Ishikawa's eyes trace over your every feature, observing, remembering, ingraining; tracing over the curve of your eyes, the slope of your nose, the perk of your lips, the peak of your eyebrows, and the line of your jaw, fingers ghosting over each feature along with his eyes, all the while maintaining the smile on his lips.

Then, he is giving your forehead a sweet kiss before pulling out of your embrace fully, turning around to pick up the things he had dropped when you came running into his arms. He brushes off his jacket and drapes it across your shoulders, holding open the jacket for you to slip your arms into the sleeves, to which you do, before he is hooking the zip and zipping it all the way up to your chin.

In his mind, he laughs at the way you are dwarfed by his jacket. Your hands can barely be seen, only the tips of your fingers peeking out from the sleeves, and the jacket, where it usually ends at his hip, ends almost at your knees. Unconsciously, he smiles and has to physically restrain himself from pinching your cheeks.

After he zips up his jacket, he bends down to pick up his towel, draping it over his shoulder before he is bending down once again to pick up his water bottle, having set them down to help you put on his jacket. Then, without a word but with the largest, goofiest grin, he takes your hand in his and leads you out of the court and to the locker rooms in a comfortable silence, fingers intertwined with yours.

For a second there, he almost forgets that they lost the game and are not able to proceed to the quarter-finals. For a second there, he almost completely forgets about his regrets and anger and frustration. And it's all because of you. And of course, he is eternally grateful to you. After all, what on earth would he do without you? He would still be crying his ass off, that's what, though he would never admit it out loud. And it is because of this reason— though he would do it without a reason at all— that he kisses you a little longer, hugs you a little tighter, loves you a little more.

[stuckasmain]

So, I have watched all four scream films over the corse of half a week and I no longer know where to go with my life ✌️. I’m tempted to make a side blog as I can feel this becoming something I’m definitely going to obsess over for awhile , I’m half tempted to do a rp blog just for fun (maybe Tatum? Randy? Haven’t seen anyone do them before - lemme know). I guess this is my Introduction to the fandom, if there’s anyone here- hi -

More coming soon, like that blog, or two, well see. Anyway

Anyone here for my essay on why killing off Randy shouldn’t have happened and I’ll maintain this as even the third movie kinda admitted that they shouldn’t have- 

[softcallofdutyimagines]

Lazar x Gender Neutral Reader | Good boy...

I tripped and tore up my knee yesterday, so while I'm stuck in my room healing, I wrote this 😌 Nothing special, just giving Lazar the body worship he deserves.

Sorry for no cut, but idk how to do those 😪

Warning: No smut, but some highly suggestive grey area between sfw and nsfw. Also, this fic has a focus on my headcannons for Lazar's body type, so if you're not into bigger men, you might not like this. Just saying.

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One leg at a time, you position yourself over his lap before slowly taking a seat on his bare thighs. Lazar looks you up and down, quick and nervous. As much as he wants this, he can't believe he agreed to it.

You take it slow but he's terrified, sitting there in his boxers and t-shirt. You give him a kiss for his nerves and rest your palms on the lower pouch of his belly, splaying out your fingers to feel the curve of it as you pull back.

He says nothing, but an anxious huff escapes his nostrils as he fidgets under your touch. You hold the silence and let your hands rest in place a moment longer, before sliding them down to the hem of his t-shirt. Lazar's heart rate spikes as you hook just your pinkies under the fabric, and slowly pull the shirt up.

You press a gentle kiss to his cheek, holding it for a few seconds as you feel your way up the subtle rolls and dips of torso. Finally, his abdomen and midriff are revealed in all it's soft flesh and corse haired glory. With a smile, you slide your hands back down his belly, leaving the shirt hem in it's place as you begin to pull away from his cheek.

Lazar fidgets again and makes a small whine as you do so. Before you go any further, he turns quickly to catch your lips in a kiss. He grips you thighs and presses plush, but chaffed lips into yours, as though this will be the last time he'll ever do so.

You cup his face and deepen the kiss as his legs bounce nervously beneath you. But, even through the distraction he's trying to create, you can feel the soft, teasing jiggle of them.

With a sly smile, you pull away, ignoring the look on Lazar's face. He's afraid he's already managed to disgust you. You slide off his lap and settle between his legs as he adjusts his posture to get a better look at what you're doing.

Wearing that same smile, you rest a delicate hand on his thigh and glance up at him. He looks down at you pensively. Nervous, but curious.

That's all the permission you need.

With a single finger, you slide it up and down the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, inspecting as you do so. This spot is smooth and hairless, a stark contrast compared to the rest of him. As you come back down, your finger finds itself caught in the river of one of his many stretch mark paths.

You coo softly, encouraging him as he tenses and tries to conceal a pleasurable hiss while you trace the thin flesh. He had no clue something like this could feel so good.

Abruptly, you stop and remove your hand completely. You wait just a moment, teasingly, and as Lazar finds himself feeling inclined to beg for more... You take him by surprise and go in with your tongue.

His smooth, olive skin feels even better against texture of your tongue. It's salty and sweet and you close your eyes as you commit the taste to memory. Lazar grunts, rolling his head back and gripping the cushions, as you go back again with the tip of your tongue.

You're back to tracing and flicking at the pale valleys, and it drives him crazy. But before things get to be too much, you press a gentle kiss on the meat of his inner thigh, earning a frustrated huff from him.

You smirk at that and reclaim your position on his lap.

Your hands go to his love handles, fingers curling around them gently as you flick your gaze up to him. Lazar looks away and bites his lip. He's still nervous, but you take the lack of fidgeting as progress.

You give the soft rolls of his sides a firm, but loving squeeze as you anchor yourself. With a hungry kiss, you push into his lips with yours, leaning him back against the couch.

As quick as you came on, you pull back again, and before he can protest, you bend down and give a kiss and a nip to the top of his belly.

His breath hitches at the bite of your teeth, but he doesn't complain. You stroke your thumbs along his pouch as you kiss a trail up his sternum. Your fingers tell you there are even more stretch marks around his belly, but perhaps you'll save those for another day.

At last, you arrive at his chest, and what a glorious sight it is.

Like his stomach below, a fine trail of neatly trimmed black hair adorns the area, stopping just around where his ribs begin to branch off. Two lumps of powerful muscle can clearly be made out as they rest atop his pects, the size and shape of them slightly exaggerated by the pillows of fat on top.

Your gaze rests on his tits as you take in the slight sag to them as they taper down. Lazar looks quickly from his soft chest to your face and back again a few times before finally landing on you.

He stirs slightly as you look back at him, and the look he's wearing almost seems to be begging your approval.

Maintaining gentle eye contact, you smile softly and give him a tender kiss to distract his attention as you slip a hand up to flick a thumb over his nipple. Lazar bucks his hips, nearly tossing you off as he hisses and arches under your touch.

You chuckle softly as you regain your balance. Teasingly, you flick over the hardened skin again... And again... And again... As you lean in.

A deep, rumbling whine escapes from him. You nip the shell of his ear as he grips your thighs for all he's worth.

"Is this alright?", your voice comes as a husky whisper against his ear, low and soothing, and yet it sends his heart pounding with excitement.

All he can do is grit his teeth and nod fervently as you pull away. That's exactly what you wanted to hear.

You stop, and bring your other hand up, each palm cupping one of his tits. The soft, supple flesh spills out of your little palms with no chance of restraint. You look down and admire them, and with the pleased gaze you're wearing, Lazar can't help but look down too.

You give them a firm squeeze, and he nearly sneers at the way they squish. But he lets it go, instead much more distracted by the way you give them a measured bounce, as though testing their weight.

He flushes a deep red, all the way down to his neck as it spreads to a pink around his chest. A shy moan escapes him, barely a whisper, and you capture it with your lips on his. Lazar slides his beefy paws up your forearms, settling them over top of your hands.

You release his pects and spread your palms over the muscle of his chest, a smile tugging at your lips. And slowly, a wave of tension releases from him as you just.... Hold him.

He rubs his thumbs over your knuckles, and he smiles back. You have to break the kiss as something of a relieved chuckle rolls off him.

You tap the tip of your nose to his, and break one hand free to caress his bearded jaw, "I love you...", you whisper, placing one last kiss to his scruffy face.

Lazar tilts his head forward and touches his forehead to yours as he pulls you closer, no longer attempting to suck in his belly as he does so. He kisses your forehead, a barely contained grin playing at his lips, "I know"

[beardedmrbean]

A prison assault last week that left prominent Corsican nationalist Yvan Colonna in a coma has triggered days of angry protests and whipped up resentment against the French state on an island with a history of separatist violence.

Yvan Colonna, once France’s most wanted man, remained in a coma on Friday at a hospital in Marseille after he was brutally attacked on March 2 by a fellow detainee serving time for terror offences. The assault has stoked anger in Corsica, where some still see Colonna as an icon of the island’s resistance against the French state.

The 61-year-old is serving a life sentence for the 1998 assassination of Corsica’s prefect Claude Érignac, the French state’s top official on the island. He was arrested after an almost five-year manhunt that took French investigators across the globe – only to find him living as a shepherd in the Corsican scrubland long romanticised as a hideout for patriots and bandits.

The Mediterranean island has been swept by angry protests since news of Colonna’s hospitalisation first broke a week ago, with a number of media outlets mistakenly reporting his death. Several protests have degenerated into clashes with security forces, fanning fears of a return to the violence and bloodshed that scarred the “île de Beauté” (Island of Beauty) from the 1970s to the turn of the century.

‘Martyr' for the nationalist cause

Those decades of violence culminated with Érignac’s assassination near a concert hall in Ajaccio, the regional capital, in February 1998. The shocking murder marked the first time a French prefect was killed since the post was created two centuries before by the most famous of Corsicans, Napoleon Bonaparte.

“The assassination of the state’s representative in Corsica is a barbaric act, of extreme gravity and without precedent in our history,” said Jacques Chirac, French president at the time.

In retrospect, Érignac’s killing “marked the swan song of Corsica’s violent and clandestine nationalist movement”, said Hélène Constanty, an investigative journalist and author of the graphic novel, “Une histoire du nationalisme corse” ( A history of Corsican nationalism).

“The armed separatist movement was in decline by the late 1990s, decimated by infighting,” she explained in an interview with FRANCE 24. “The fringe group that carried out Érignac’s assassination believed it would rekindle the flame – but the opposite happened.”

The prefect’s murder sparked widespread opprobrium and was followed by a fierce crackdown. Colonna’s accomplices were swiftly arrested and soon spilled the beans, naming the shepherd from Cargèse, a small seaside town north of Ajaccio, as the gunman. Failure to apprehend him, however, would turn Colonna into a hero for many fellow islanders, who covered the walls of Corsican towns and cities with the slogan, “Gloria a te, Yvan” (Glory to you, Yvan).

“He became a symbol of resistance to the French state as he eluded capture for 1,503 days,” said Constanty. “To this day, he maintains the aura of a martyr for the nationalist cause among a segment of the Corsican population.”

‘I Francesi fora’

Alarmingly for officials in Paris, slogans hailing Colonna have resurfaced in the wake of his prison assault – along with other throwbacks to the past century, such as “I Francesi fora” (Out with the French).

In the largest protest so far, thousands of demonstrators marched on Sunday through the old town of Corte, Corsica’s former mountain capital, under the rallying cry of “Statu Francese Assassinu” (The French state is an assassin). Some clashed with police and targeted French symbols, torching the national tricolour flag and a car with a number plate from mainland France.

Two days earlier, a ferry transporting French gendarmes was blocked for hours at sea as port workers in Ajaccio vowed “prevent the forces of repression from landing on the island”.

Government buildings were the main targets of continuing unrest overnight on Wednesday, with demonstrators breaking into the main justice building in Ajaccio and setting fire to scrap papers. Protesters then went on to ransack a bank situated on a square named after Érignac.

Local authorities said Thursday that 14 people were wounded in Ajaccio alone, including a journalist for France's TF1 TV channel who was hurt in the leg. In Bastia, the island’s second-largest city, 23 anti-riot police and three civilians were injured, officials said. There was further unrest in Calvi, where dozens of demonstrators threw petrol bombs at government buildings and smashed windows with rocks.

Repatriating prisoners

At the heart of the anger voiced by protesters is the French state’s longstanding refusal to transfer Colonna and his accomplices in the Érignac murder from Arles in southern France to a jail in Corsica, closer to their families. French officials say the gravity of the offence means they are classified as “special status” detainees, and that Corsica’s only jail is not equipped to provide adequate surveillance.

Colonna’s lawyers have scoffed at the claim, pointing out that their client’s special surveillance did not prevent another detainee from pulling a bag over his head and attempting to strangle him in the gym of their high-security prison.

“This would not have happened in Borgo (home to Corsica’s only jail) because he would not have been in contact with this type of individual,” his lawyer Patrice Spinosi told French media after anti-terror prosecutors said the man who attacked Colonna, a convicted Islamist terrorist, had told investigators he was angered by the Corsican’s “blasphemous comments”.

In a bid to ease tensions on the Mediterranean island, Prime Minister Jean Castex announced on Tuesday that Colonna’s special status would be lifted. But the move failed to placate protesters, for whom the belated announcement added insult to injury.

“The government’s timing was seen as a provocation by many Corsicans,” said Constanty. “People in mainland France may be surprised at the scale of the unrest. But this feeling of injustice – that Corsicans are being denied the right to be close to their families – is widely shared on the island.”

Speaking to Public Sénat, Corsican Senator Paulu Santu Parigi accused the authorities of repeatedly ignoring warnings about the safety of Colonna and two others convicted over the Érignac murder – whose special status was also lifted by Castex on Friday.

“We’re not here to dispute Colonna’s conviction; he’s serving his sentence. But how is it possible that a detainee under special surveillance ends up face to face with a fanatic in a gym and this kind of thing happens?” he asked. “We’ve been calling for years for [Érignac’s assassins] to be transferred to Corsica. We knew they were in danger.”

Democratic aspirations thwarted

As the first Corsican nationalist to sit in the French Senate, Santu Parigi is representative of the nationalist camp’s recent success in engaging with the democratic process – and moving away from the armed struggle. He says it’s now time the French state keeps its part of the bargain.

“Corsica has chosen the democratic path for some time now,” he told Public Sénat, adding that “the nationalist camp has proven it wants to turn the page on Corsica’s violent past”. He also noted, however, that “the state has not lived up to expectations”.

Aside from the return of Corsican prisoners, nationalists have long insisted on two other major demands: autonomy for the island and recognition of Corsican as an official language. But such demands remain taboo for many in France, a highly centralised state with a single official language and politicians who routinely tout the need to protect the country’s national identity.

“After decades of violent struggle, Corsican nationalists are playing by democratic rules and are now the region’s dominant force,” said Constanty, referring to the nationalists’ recent victories in regional elections. “They want more autonomy for the island, but the French authorities don’t like the idea.”

President Emmanuel Macron has said he is open to adding a specific mention of Corsica in the French Constitution, while rejecting more substantial demands for autonomy made by the island's nationalist leaders.

Constanty warned of a potential backlash if Corsicans feel their democratic aspirations are being thwarted. She pointed to youths reviving old anti-French slogans at recent protests as a worrying sign.

“Many youths feel disappointed, saying, ‘We elected the nationalists but nothing changes’,” she observed. “The radicalised ones may be a small minority – but they can blow on embers that are already smouldering.”

[local-paranoid-cryptid]

SBI ft reader part 1

ya’ll didnt think I was gonna post the entire thing right? anyway, the reader is based off of mother nature and in this techno is gonna be a family friend (so no cannon family)

tw: none that I can remember :)

word count in this chapter:1661

status: unedited

It was a warm spring day, Phil scouted the area around the castle. He was the best at spotting and hunting people down, after all he was hand picked by the king himself out of almost 300 men and women.

Phil was a young man, around his early 20s, with sharp eyes and massive wings. He earned himself the nickname "Angel of Death" because of his scarily amazing combat skills and his ability to attack without a sound, but unsuprisingly he had little to no friends or mutuals due to his intimidating reputation and apperence.

Thats when he met a boy, about 9, maybe 10, stealing bread from the local bakery. Phil caught him, of corse, but when he saw the state of the boy, clearly malnourished and tired, he didn't make him return the food, instead Phil paid for it and watched the boy scamper away into alley. He later learned that the boys name was Wilbur and it wasn’t uncommon to see the boy stealing or getting into large street fights for money. Phil had offered him food, and of course he didn’t pass up an offer for food, but by the time Phil opened his mouth to ask him something he was gone.

One day Phil runs into the boy again, but not in a way you’d expect. Phil had finished doing his usual patrols around the castle when he feels something tug at his sleeve. Looking down he sees a small boy in a large dirtied shirt with holes, bright blue eyes, and blonde hair with bits of mud stuck in it. He must have been about 5 or 6 because he spoke in a fast and nervous voice, too fast for Phil to process. Next thing he knew though was that he was being dragged by the sleeve by a dirt swearing child, to see Wilbur thrashing against police hold. “Is there a problem here?” He asks the police, they explain that Wilbur was under arrest for assault and theft. The kid grunts, seeing the blonde boy behind Phil, “Tommy what the fuck?! I told you to run!!” He yells, seeming less angry and more frustrated. “These kids are with me, unless you have a problem with that, mate.” He spreads his wings threateningly, the police knew who he was and let Wilbur off with a warning. And that was how Phil adopted two kids off the street.

3 years had passed, Wilbur was now 12 while Tommy was 8. Phil was happy with the way things were, but eventually there were rumors of a new, powerful material deep in the hellscape they called the nether. The material was said to be a dark ashy black, and so powerful that it doesn’t burn in even the hottest of fires of the nether. That was the reason for its name, Netherite. Phil wanted to set out and look for the metal but we was worried for his kids so he found a babysitter that also happened to be his only friend from work, Captain “Sparkles” Jordan.

“Are you sure there gonna be fine mate?” Phil asks nervously with a backpack of supplies slung over his shoulder. Jordan assured his friend that the children would be fine, and with that Phil headed off to the nether.

To say the nether was hot was an understatement, it was a raging, blistering feeling when entering. The sudden change in temperature causes your head to spin and your body to feel a wave of overwhelming amounts of nausea.

Phil stared out in the horizon of at a group of striders, aww-ing at the babies and how they rode of the parents back. His eye caught on to a large black monument, a bastion.

He flew over the colossal lava ocean and landed softly on the ground. Phil’s eyes scan for any danger, but seeing nothing, and although he was grateful he was also uneasy about the situation. He looks through each chest and managed to find a lodestone, some iron and golden nuggets, and a golden pair of boots. Nothing too interesting, though he did find a disc in one of the chest. Phil decided to take this items and go on his way to find netherite.

A few hours of mining had passed and phil had manage to find 3 scraps. It was a bit disappointing in his opinion, he’s running low on water and his wings began drooping down to maintain coolness. Phil almost heads back to the portal when he sees something pink and black. He decided to take a look around the surrounding blue forest. After a few minutes of looking he spots what looks like a child with matted curly dusty pink hair, blood-red eyes, tusks pointing out the corners of his mouth, pink floppy ears atop his head, a thin build, pink bipedal legs, hooved feet, and a pink boar tail twitching lowly. not to mention the boy was soaked in blood, yet no visible signs of any injuries. Phil hears the boy clicking his teeth, a common warning amongst both piglins and domestic pigs.

There was something about the kid that tells him that the kid was dangerous, but nevertheless he pursued. He takes a step, slowly reaching into his bag. He pulls out a  baked potato, one of the many he brought for this expedition. Phil slowly reached his hand out, beckoning the hybrid to take it. It didn’t, and instead left. Phil leaves the vegetable on the floor and walks away, sitting cross legged about 15 feet away. He watched as the hybrid peaked around a blue tree, cautiously sneaking to the vegetable. He picked it up and scurried back to the trees.

This exchange continued for about a week, Phil enters the nether, puts a baked potato on the floor for the boy, sat and watched him from a distance as he grew more and more comfortable with Phil. So Phil was allowed to sit closer and closer, but the hybrid always scurried behind the same blue tree. Phil began talking to him, nothing specific, just what ever was on his mind, and the boy listened.

One day Phil brought the boy a carrot instead of a potato, the boy didn’t eat it or even touch the root. That’s when Phil grew more and more curious about him. He brought a variety of foods for the kid to try, a golden carrot, an apple, and three types of stew.

“He seemed to favor the suspicious soup and the golden carrots.” He spoke out loud  as he wrote in his leather-bound journal. His back was turned to the boy as he ate. The boy tilted his head and walked to the man, glancing over his shoulder at what he was writing. There he was a drawn picture of himself. Phil froze as he sees the boys shadow peer over him, but he continued writing, “likes apple, did not like rabbit or mushroom stew.”

Eventully Phil was allowed to sit next to the boy as he ate, giving him paper to write and doodle. that's how Phil found out his name, "technoblade".

One day, the boy just wasn't there, so phil left. after a week, the boy still hadn't turned up. He assumed that he'd left to his family, and left it at that.

Years past and the memories of the boy faded but were never completely gone. It was the first day of SMP earth, so Phil had a lot on his mind, but out of the corner of his eye he sees a man, about Phils height, but more muscular. He had an unreadable expression, peony pink hair, blood-red eyes, tusks poking out the corner of his mouth, scared floppy ears atop his head, bipedal legs, and a pink boar tail twitching lowly. His outfit was plain, a white button up top, black pants, and knee length gray boots. He looked familiar, but now Phil was too distracted by him and his sons parting ways to their own expeditions in conquest.

Technoblade watches the man hug his family, he recognizes him as soon as he saw the green and white striped bucket hat and those massive gray wings.

Techno turned his attention to someone else though, a girl whom he knew little about. There was just something about her that radiates both happiness and fear into people, not him of corse. He was the blood gods vessel! Feared by many, both powerful and powerless! yea..

When techno arrives onto Africa for resources he didn’t expect to see the girl. He’d managed to get a good view of her as she reached out to a trees branch, the tree leaned into their touch, miraculously bearing fruit for them.

The girl wore a long brown corduroy coat, a green knit turtleneck tucked into a long black skirt, several tattered green fabrics layered over her skirt, and a black belt tied around her waist to keep it all in place, and oddly enough, no shoes. she had messy hair with an array of sticks and flowers crafted into some sort of crown. She tucked the fruit away gently into her bag and went on her way. Techno watched her leave into the woods and left without a sound to the volcano.

When Phil stepped out of his boat onto the crunchy snow he assumed there was no one there, until he sees footprints. When his blue eyes followed to trail of foot prints it led to the pink haired man he spotted in the entrance, and a girl he didn’t recognize. Phil flew to a level edge of the mountain, but techno hears the flapping of wings and moves in front of the girl protectively, sword in hand. Their defensive stances were tense until techno lowers his sword and his eyes soften, “Phil..?” Said man looked confused until he realized that he was standing in front of the same hybrid Piglin from years ago. “Technoblade?”