#one day I'll design his lackeys

[cosmicwhoreo]

Albatross Cookie by design alone looks like the type of person to have ridiculously high standards and will not accept anything less than absolutely perfect.

He says he likes to run a tight ship. You do well, you get to enjoy the luxury of a 5 star cruise for a good week. Fail? Well... They don't talk about what happens when you perform poorly.

[kerorinart]

This's Ush based on my headcanon, I'm going to explain everything about this Ush. I'll comment on the IDEA, I will explain the CONCEPT of the entire design and finally I'll tell you the LORE of this Ush (it will be a brief lore since it's not fully developed yet)

Let's goooo!!👇

🔺The idea

Basically, the idea comes from a dream I had a few days ago haha. I dreamed about a heroic Ush that for some reason the Ush in my dream had white spots on his fur.

I thought it was so cool that I wanted to draw the Ush from my dream, But cooler would be to give him a lore and a reason. And something quite interesting occurred to me 👀 (when it comes to my favorite characters I put a lot of effort into it hahaha)

🔺Concept

The white spots reminded me of when Ush in the Remington comic suffered very serious burns. After sacrificing himself to save Bonta from a fearsome monster, he was reincarnated into a kitten, who in the comic kept those stains from the burns. I thought it would be cool to keep those burns in the form of white spots as a symbol of his sacrifice for the nation 🫡

As for him outfit, I was inspired by traditional oriental clothing, since Ush looks that type of clothing. This Ush is wearing a blue haori* ( *a traditional Japanese jacket) , very representative color of Bonta, with a silver headdress around the edges of the garment. He wears his uniform somewhat sloppy and more comfortable for combat. The red ropes on his legs are woolen threads.

As for the weapon, I opted for a lance because I liked one of first designs of Ush that had a lance, in that design, the lance had a bell hanging and I decided to add it as a reference. This spear isn't just any spear, I was inspired by the niginatas! a Japanese weapon. And of course i wasn't going to forget that he's an Ecaflip, therefore his weapon on the upper blade represents a ♠️, on the lower blade a ♦️, like playing cards, and because the original Ush carries two swords which also represents these symbols. I should also mention that the upper blade is also inspired by the tips of French spears.

With this design I wanted to make something neither so detailed nor so simple.

🔺The lore

This's the story of a different Ush, who after the threat of a terrible monster in the nation of Bonta, sacrificed himself putting an end to the monster and reincarnated into a new life

In addition to preserving his nobility, he was named as a hero of Bonta, Ush would continue to live up to this name and find the admiration he so desired to have, or that's what his lackeys told him, because Ush... He doesn't remember anything about his previous life.

He doesn't know who the Brotherhood of the Forgotten/The Siblings are, and they didn't go looking for him again either because his priorities changed. Although he isn't involved in these canonical events, who knows if he may meet the little eliatrope again 👀

~ The end ~

Thank you for reading :)💕

[tachvintlogic]

Girl...

I was looking up quotes by Team Rocket executive Ariana and found this gem as one of the random conversations you can have in Pokémon Masters.

"I'm letting Archer take the number-two spot in Team Rocket right now, but I haven't given up. One day, I'll take that spot next to Giovanni! There would be no greater joy than working for Giovanni as his highest-ranking executive!" If spoken to again "Team Rocket's ideals are Giovanni's ideals. I'm prepared to devote everything I have to Giovanni."

Girl... I mean... she's not okay with being the number 2 lackey, but she's acting more okay with it than I imagine a woman in her position would be. There's being #2 because Giovanni's known and worked with the #1 guy longer and has more confidence in him, and then there's being the mother of Giovanni's child and still being #2.

I feel like she should angrier about it.

(And on her being Silver's mother, she was given a name and a unique design in the same set of games that revealed Silver is Giovanni's son. They have the same hair color and similar hair styles. She's the only female executive. There are no other candidates for Silver's mother. IT'S A REVEAL THAT'S BEEN STARING US IN THE FACE SINCE GEN IV AND GAMEFREAK WON'T COME OUT AND SAY IT)

More quotes. These ones aren't on Bulbapedia.

"Arbok and I are both tools that should be useful to Giovanni. We don't need a bond or feelings for one another." [...] "If we can be useful for Giovanni and it leads to his happiness... It doesn't matter if I'm seen as a convenient tool."

Is Team Rocket a cult? Because these are the words of a cult member.

A lot of the executives show a similar devotion to Giovanni.

Man, Silver's childhood must've been weird.

[mouser26]

Ooo ooo!

One Good Knight by Mercedes Lackey

Has a rather wonderful example of this. While there is healing magic in the various regions of the 500 kingdoms how common or rare it is, and the strength of it, varies greatly.

So we actually spend a brief time with the princess getting an eye exam and new glasses from the court magician

She pulled out from the desk and sat, facing the piece of card-stock he had propped up on the table across the room. The pattern on it was of crisply ruled lines going both horizontally and vertically. He fitted the oculars to her face, and got out of the way so that she could see it. "It looks quite clear, Sophont," she said truthfully. "Well, this matches the last set I made you, but we might as well see if your eyes have changed in the interval. "Now" he muttered under his breath, something she didn't quite catch, and she sensed the glass of the lenses warm, just a little "-better and clearer, or fuzzier?" "Better," she said decisively. The lines on the card were sharper than they had been before. He muttered again; again the lenses warmed. "Better, or fuzzier and farther away?" They repeated this three more times, until the lines got oddly distant and did get a little fuzzier. Не reversed his last spell, which was subtly changing the shape of the lenses, exactly as he would have if he had been grinding them by hand. And, as a matter of fact, he once had done just that. As he had shown her years ago, he wasn't so much altering the lenses as matching them to sets he had hand-ground, when he first began making both telescopes and oculars down in his workshop. He had one master set of telescope lenses, and one of ocular lenses, which had taken him more than a year to make. Those were carefully stored away, but he had touched this set to every set in his workshop, and as he had explained to Andie, by the arcane Law of Contamination, that meant that these lenses "knew" how the others were shaped and could mimic that shape at his command. "So," he said, taking out a scrap of paper and writing down the number of the lenses to which he had matched these new ones. "I'll have three more sets up to you by day's end. Lady Kyria has astoundingly sound design sense-you ought to go have a look at yourself in a mirror."

And this all comes after a discussion with the the queen that oculars can in fact be made fashionable if you leave the designing of the frames to a craftsperson such as a jeweler who would know how to balance form and function.

As someone who has been wearing glasses daily for 2 decades plus I was delighted by this whole process which only took maybe 3 pages total out of 393

Whgskl. Okay.

PSA to all you fantasy writers because I have just had a truly frustrating twenty minutes talking to someone about this: it’s okay to put mobility aids in your novel and have them just be ordinary.

Like. Super okay.

I don’t give a shit if it’s high fantasy, low fantasy or somewhere between the lovechild of Tolkein meets My Immortal. It’s okay to use mobility devices in your narrative. It’s okay to use the word “wheelchair”. You don’t have to remake the fucking wheel. It’s already been done for you.

And no, it doesn’t detract from the “realism” of your fictional universe in which you get to set the standard for realism. Please don’t try to use that as a reason for not using these things.

There is no reason to lock the disabled people in your narrative into towers because “that’s the way it was”, least of all in your novel about dragons and mermaids and other made up creatures. There is no historical realism here. You are in charge. You get to decide what that means.

Also:

“Depiction of Chinese philosopher Confucius in a wheelchair, dating to ca. 1680. The artist may have been thinking of methods of transport common in his own day.”

“The earliest records of wheeled furniture are an inscription found on a stone slate in China and a child’s bed depicted in a frieze on a Greek vase, both dating between the 6th and 5th century BCE.[2][3][4][5]The first records of wheeled seats being used for transporting disabled people date to three centuries later in China; the Chinese used early wheelbarrows to move people as well as heavy objects. A distinction between the two functions was not made for another several hundred years, around 525 CE, when images of wheeled chairs made specifically to carry people begin to occur in Chinese art.[5]”

“In 1655, Stephan Farffler, a 22 year old paraplegic watchmaker, built the world’s first self-propelling chair on a three-wheel chassis using a system of cranks and cogwheels.[6][3] However, the device had an appearance of a hand bike more than a wheelchair since the design included hand cranks mounted at the front wheel.[2]

The invalid carriage or Bath chair brought the technology into more common use from around 1760.[7]

In 1887, wheelchairs (“rolling chairs”) were introduced to Atlantic City so invalid tourists could rent them to enjoy the Boardwalk. Soon, many healthy tourists also rented the decorated “rolling chairs” and servants to push them as a show of decadence and treatment they could never experience at home.[8]

In 1933 Harry C. Jennings, Sr. and his disabled friend Herbert Everest, both mechanical engineers, invented the first lightweight, steel, folding, portable wheelchair.[9] Everest had previously broken his back in a mining accident. Everest and Jennings saw the business potential of the invention and went on to become the first mass-market manufacturers of wheelchairs. Their “X-brace” design is still in common use, albeit with updated materials and other improvements. The X-brace idea came to Harry from the men’s folding “camp chairs / stools”, rotated 90 degrees, that Harry and Herbert used in the outdoors and at the mines.[citation needed]

“But Joy, how do I describe this contraption in a fantasy setting that wont make it seem out of place?”

“It was a chair on wheels, which Prince FancyPants McElferson propelled forwards using his arms to direct the motion of the chair.”

“It was a chair on wheels, which Prince EvenFancierPants McElferson used to get about, pushed along by one of his companions or one of his many attending servants.”

“But it’s a high realm magical fantas—”

“It was a floating chair, the hum of magical energy keeping it off the ground casting a faint glow against the cobblestones as {CHARACTER} guided it round with expert ease, gliding back and forth.”

“But it’s a stempunk nov—”

“Unlike other wheelchairs he’d seen before, this one appeared to be self propelling, powered by the gasket of steam at the back, and directed by the use of a rudder like toggle in the front.”

Give. Disabled. Characters. In. Fantasy. Novels. Mobility. Aids.

If you can spend 60 pages telling me the history of your world in innate detail down to the formation of how magical rocks were formed, you can god damn write three lines in passing about a wheelchair.

Signed, your editor who doesn’t have time for this ableist fantasy realm shit.

[two-tone22]

Two Face x reader

Madame, is an ironic name, a very ironic name indeed. The beautiful woman, who went by Madame, was a whorishly beautiful woman. People who knew her were kind and chatty with her, but "normals", they gapped at her. Made lewd comments at her attire, treated her like an object, but when they saw her face they screamed and ran, believing she was a a monster.

She'd often seek comfort in her friends, but when she was particularly down. She'd visit him. 

But this day was a day were she wished to seek his company. A man who was ogling her on the street, called her a monstrous whore, when she removed her mask and showed him her face. 

At the moment she was walking down the street, she had already put her mask on, and she knew she was close to her destination when she heard the chattering and whistling from the common goon. The lackey to many infamous villains, but to her, they were guys. 

"Hey sweetheart you're looking gorgeous today!" 

"Thanks Johnny!" 

"You're as beautiful as ever doll!" 

"Thanks Dave!" 

"I love the shoes!" 

"Thanks Steve!" 

Every goon in Gotham knew her, and they all had a crush on her. Though, none of them had the cahoonas to act on their feelings. They all knew that he would gut them if they even dared hold her hand. Madame stops and decides she wants to talk to Steve. She walk over to him, with a smile on his face. 

"Bitch you look gorgeous today! My god I'd kill for those legs! Mmm!" Steve said, he is an openly gay man and loves designing outfits for the lady villains, at times the male ones too. 

"It looks like he heard you were in town." Steve says as he points to a black and white car, that was waiting for Madame to enter. 

"Well I'll see you later Steve." I wave bye as I walk to the car and get in the back. Steve waves back, he had a smile on his face. Two-face was in the back seat waiting and the moment I closed the door, he started to kiss my neck. he even sucked on my jaw and cheek, he ripped off my mask. He thought I was the most beautiful woman in the world, even with my scar that revealed the bone of my jaw. He then made a line of kisses from the base of my neck to my jaw. Eventually he stopped and looked at me, his eyes were glazed with lust. He then pounced and roughly sucked on my neck, I smile, happy once more. Two-face then pulled me onto his lap, he leaned back and admired me. 

"You're gorgeous." He said while staring into my eyes with a glazed expression. I smile and lean forward, kissing both his cheeks. He snaked his arms around my waist and held me close to him, as if I was something he could not live without. After a while he takes hold of her waist and has her rock back and forth on his lap. I then kiss his cheek, and then start to unbutton his shirt. Two-face then leans farther back, a cocky smirk on his face, enjoying that she wanted to see his chest. Even though he had his burns/scars on his entire left side of his body. 

"Two?" I ask in a quiet tone.

"Yeah, what is it?" He said leaning forward, noticing that I seemed more shy all of a sudden. 

"Am I pretty?" I ask while looking down not wanting to make eye contact with him. Two-face the gently took my chin in his hand and lifted my head so I was looking at him.

"You are the most beautiful woman in the world." He said with a small smile on his face, he then leaned forward and kissed my scarred jaw. 

"And if you'd allow me to, I'd love to show you just how much I love yo-your beauty." He did love me but he wasn't sure if he should say it. to me. 

"I'd love for you to do that." I say with a smile, Two-face then pins me to the backseat. He then undid his belt and pulled down his pants. I then wrap my legs around his waist, he then pulled down my panties and gently rubbed his middle finger against my wet folds. He moaned when he felt my folds, his excitement was hard not to notice, the bulge in his pants growing by the second. He pulled his hand back and grabbed the condom from his pocket, he ripped it open and then pushed the condom over his cock. Two-face then gently push his cock into her, she moaned as he did so. She moaned and then gasped when he started to thrust into her faster. The speed then suddenly changed and became such slower. It didn't take her long to realize that Two-face and Harvey were taking turns making love to her. After a bit Two-face decides to pull out of her, neither of them had reached orgasm but that didn't matter to them. All that mattered that both of them felt loved and cared for. Two-face then pulls the condom off and jams it back into the wrapper, He then sat back up and taps the divider glass, which was tinted, letting the driver know that he can drive back to his lair. I laid next to Two-face and had my legs on his lap, he was fiddling with the hem of my dress. We both relaxed in the backseat and drove to his lair. Once there he carries me inside and takes me to his room. He lays me down on his bed and then kisses me on the cheek, before leaving the room and going back to work. I soon after fell asleep, in his bed, thinking of him. 

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