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𝙈𝙚𝙩 you when my 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 was bleeding

I'm 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 feeling

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Perzys se Rūkla (Fire and Flowers) - Chapter One

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x original female character (Melessa Tyrell) Warnings: Sexual themes. Word count: ~2k

Chapter summary: Daemon returns to King's Landing after a long absence and finds himself captivated by Aemond's pretty bride to be. Series summary here.

Endless thanks and all the love to my absolute ride or die @em-writes-stuff-sometimes for cheerleading, beta'ing and just generally being the bestest fandom boo a gal could have.

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It has been fifteen years since Daemon has set foot in King’s Landing. Following his departure from the capital on the night of his niece Rhaenyra’s wedding to Laenor Velaryon, he has kept himself busy. Splitting his time between Dragonstone and Pentos, wine, women and war have served to push the thoughts of what might have been from his mind.

He has ignored all ravens from his brother, Viserys. Invitations to celebrate name days, the births of Rhaenyra’s children, the marriage of his niece and nephew, Helaena and Aegon, and the births of their children have all gone unanswered. He has been privy to all family gossip; Aemond claiming Vhagar and losing an eye at the hands of Lucerys, Rhaenyra’s alleged infidelity and her three children’s parentage being called into question. He has chosen not to acknowledge any of it.

Viserys had made it abundantly clear time and time again that Daemon was not worthy; not worthy of being his Hand, not worthy of his daughter, and so he kept his distance. Let the bloody fools tear themselves apart.

Daemon rolls his eyes as he enters his study on Dragonstone, noticing the rolled up parchment sitting on his writing desk. What joy. Yet another frivolity to be avoided.

As he unfurls the note he is immediately struck by the difference in penmanship. This is not his brother’s handwriting, yet it still bears the Royal seal of the King. This is the doing of that Hightower cunt. 

An invitation to the announcement of Prince Aemond Targaryen’s betrothal to Lady Melessa Tyrell. Spare me. But the allure of why Otto has written this and not Viserys is too strong to ignore. Something must have happened. Before he has time to fully comprehend his actions, Daemon is mounting Caraxes and flying southwest towards the Red Keep.

It hardly surprises him that it no longer feels like home when he returns - he has spent more than a decade avoiding it - but now it feels particularly unfamiliar. Alicent’s presence can be felt everywhere, from the removal of the tapestries, to the iconography of the Seven adorning every available space. He scarcely recognises it. 

He bristles with disgust at the Seven-Pointed Star before making his way to his brother’s bedchamber. The smell of decay hangs thick in the air as Daemon pushes the heavy wooden door open. He wrinkles his nose, taking a moment to compose himself against the acrid bile that rises in his throat, threatening to make him retch.

Daemon knew Viserys was in ill health, but how on earth had it been allowed to get this bad? He steels himself as he approaches the bed, knowing what he is about to look upon will not be pleasant. He swallows thickly at the half-rotted man that lies before him. He is not even lucid enough to register Daemon’s presence. He bows his head, not trusting himself to speak. He knows a response is not likely anyway. Poor bastard.

He finds Rhaenyra in the gardens. His last memory of her was on the night of her wedding to Laenor. She had asked him to take her away and make her his wife. He had left her and never returned. His heart hammers in his chest at the thought of seeing her again. There is so much that has been left unsaid between them.

And yet when he sees her the words die on his tongue. He feels foolish for expecting her to be the exuberant young woman he’d abandoned in the Great Hall all those years ago. The years have not been unkind to her, though she is thicker around the waist from bearing her children and her face has aged. It is not that that quells the fire in his blood for her. She is no longer his; someone else has staked their claim to her, and the three dark-haired boys that linger nearby are proof enough of that.

He stands silently beside her and she glances sideways at him.

“Daemon,” she states simply, her lips curving ever-so-slightly upwards.

“Rhaenyra,” he responds. He does not smile, though it is clear in the way that his eyes soften as he looks at her that he is pleased to see her.

They stand in comfortable silence for a few moments before she speaks.

“What are you doing here?”

“Can a man not simply feel homesick?”

“It has taken you fifteen years to start to feel homesick?”

It’s then that Daemon smiles at Rhaenyra - it’s small, but genuine. He has missed her quick wit and unwavering ability to call him out.

He sighs, casting his gaze downwards before back to her. “I hadn’t realised how bad your father had gotten.”

Rhaenyra nods solemnly. “You would have, had you not stayed away all this time. They are giving him milk of the poppy to manage his pain.”

“They, meaning that Hightower cunt and his doe-eyed mook of a daughter?”

“Mmmm.”

“You’re his heir, Rhaenyra. Surely you cannot allow this?”

“Until I am Queen, I have no say in what is and is not allowed. Besides, I have Laenor and the children to think about.”

Daemon cannot help the dry chuckle that escapes him. “Ah, yes, the pillow biter. I had quite forgotten.”

Rhaenyra rolls her eyes. “Daemon…”

He smirks. “Well, I’m sure those vile accusations have now been put to rest considering how much your brood looks like him. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Stop it,” she chides quietly, not wanting to draw attention.

“Speaking of bastards, where is my youngest nephew? I hear congratulations are in order - he has plucked himself a rose from Highgarden.”

Rhaenyra gestures to where Aemond and Melessa stand on the other side of the gardens, flanked by Alicent, Otto and Melessa’s father. The entire exchange looks tense and uncomfortable even from where they are standing.

“She arrived today. The official announcement is in three days,” Rhaenyra tells him.

Daemon surveys the scene in the near distance, taking in the appearance of Aemond. He was a mere babe the last time Daemon laid eyes upon him. Now he is tall, slender and a patch covers his left eye, with a ragged scar running the length of the same side of his face. Dressed all in black, he cuts quite the chilling figure, and Daemon can’t help but feel a little sorry for the poor girl that’s going to have to marry him.

“Gods, he looks like a fucking wraith…” Daemon mutters, more to himself than Rhaenyra.

It’s then that he sees her. Small in stature and slender in build, her long flaxen hair is so pale he’d almost mistake her for being of Valyrian descent if he didn’t know any better. Her blue eyes are wide, bright and full of innocence. Her upturned nose and plush rosy lips only serve to add to her girlish charm and beauty. 

Daemon stares at her with predatory hunger. He has not felt himself come alive like this since he last laid eyes on Rhaenyra. He knows he has allowed his gaze to linger for far too long - and yet he cannot, will not look away. The desire to conquer this sweet little maiden, to tear her apart and make her his own is simply too strong.

“Don’t.” Rhaenyra’s bluntness snaps him out of his reverie and he looks at her, an expression of faux innocence plastered across his features. But she knows him. She knows that look. She has been on the receiving end of it many times before.

If only he had any intention of stopping.

Throughout the day, Daemon’s attention falls solely on Melessa; the sheen of her hair as it catches the light, the way her delicate rose petal mouth shapes around words as she speaks. He ponders what it would feel like to push his cock past those lips while her wide blue eyes look up at him filled with innocence. He stirs in his breeches at the thought.

He has to have her. It would be an injustice to marry her off to his scarred, frigid wretch of a nephew. A flower such as her needed to be tended to. She would surely wilt under Aemond’s inexperience and lack of care, he is sure of that.

Opportunity strikes when he sees Melessa admiring the tapestries unaccompanied. Daemon strides purposefully over to her, admiring how delicate she appears just standing there. It occurs to him that he could do whatever he wants to her and there is little she could do to stop him. He stands behind her, easily a foot taller than her and leans down to speak directly into her ear.

“Enjoying yourself?”

The scent of almond oil and rosewater causes him to take a sharper inhale than he would ordinarily, and he enjoys the sight of how gooseflesh appears across her pale skin at the sensation.

She turns, clearly startled, before making an effort to compose herself, curtsying to him. 

“Prince Daemon, forgive me! I did not see you there.”

Pride wells in his chest at how she addresses him. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he takes in her flustered appearance, the flush of her cheeks and the surprise in her eyes. It is an image he commits to memory and will absolutely make use of later.

“Please, Lady Melessa, spare me the formalities. We are to be family.” He cocks his head as he stares down at her. “How are you liking King’s Landing?”

“It is nice,” she says shyly. “It…”

“Smells like shit?” he offers with a wolfish grin.

He watches with amusement as she attempts to hide her giggle behind her hand. So innocent. He would have fun with this one. It is clear that him making her laugh has broken some of the tension. Her shoulders relax, pulling away from her neck as she smiles up at him.

He presses on, deciding to be bolder with his probing. “You must be excited about your betrothal to Aemond.”

Melessa nods, though her response is hesitant. “...Yes.”

Hardly the image of a blushing bride. Daemon watches as she squirms with discomfort, averting her eyes. Oh, this was almost too good. He cannot resist prodding further.

“Do I detect some trepidation, my lady? Are you unhappy with your match?”

“No!” she answers too quickly, fear returning to her gossamer features as her eyebrows shoot upwards and her eyes widen.

“Liar.” he states with a smirk. “Tell me how you really feel.”

She shakes her head, looking away. “I cannot… it is improper.”

He tuts, taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilting her face back to his. “You may speak freely with me.”

Melessa opens her mouth, drawing in a deep breath and then closes it again. Her cheeks turn pink and when she finally speaks, her voice is a mere whisper. “He frightens me.”

He smiles warmly at her response. Excellent. This is precisely what he wanted. Not releasing his soft grip on her face, he prods further. “And do I frighten you?”

“A little,” comes her breathy response as she gazes up at him, the very image of childlike wonder.

“Hmmm,” he muses thoughtfully, dragging his thumb across the plushness of her bottom lip. “Such a soft little petal. Tell me - are you this soft everywhere?” If she understands the crassness of his words, she does not show it. Her expression remains placid and innocent.

All too soon, he is breaking away from her, the sound of her father’s voice beckoning her from down the hallway interrupting his moment alone with her. He turns without a word and leaves, eager to shut himself away in his chambers and relieve the aching hardness that presses itself painfully against the confines of his trousers.

Daemon is certain now that he simply has to have her. He has to move swiftly, to capture his prize before the betrothal is officially announced. He has just three days to make his claim. 

Three days.

[overtrred28]

Stargirl | matildas x original character fic [part three]

Words; 2.1k

Pairings; matildas team x astrid taylor (OC)

Warnings; none (i don't think)

A/N; part three everyone. longest one so far, if they're too long please lmk and i can make them shorter if needed. hope you enjoy this one, favourite part so far.

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The day had finally arrived and Astrid didn’t even know that today could be the day she was waiting for. It was game day, 8th of April 2022, a friendly between Australia and New Zealand at the Queensland Country Bank Stadium in Townsville. 

The starting 11 walked out onto that pitch and the rest took their seats on the bench, anxious to see how the game would pan out today. It was in the 32nd minute that New Zealand scored their goal, officially taking the lead. After the halftime break and some substitutions the game began again, the Matildas managing to keep strong possession on the ball down their side. 

It was nearing the end of full time and New Zealand were still in the lead 1-0 and the girls were struggling to just get that ball in the net, the opposing defence strong as ever. Astrid was sitting on the bench, nervously watching the game ahead of her when Tony approached her. 

“Taylor.” Tony called out to her, Astrid instantly looking up at her coach. “Start warming up again, you’re subbing for Fowler.” Tony smiled watching the young player’s face light up and give him a firm nod. Charli gave her a shoulder shake and let out a small squeal as Astrid got up, moving over to the sidelines to warm up again. It was finally happening, she was finally making her debut for Australia. 

“Ready kid?” Tony caught Astrid’s attention as she ran back over to where the assistant ref was signalling for a substitution. And before she knew it, Mary was running over, engaging Astrid in a small hug before she ran on the pitch. The crowd cheered as the youngster came on with 13 minutes till full time, taking her position on the right side of the field. 

Only 3 minutes later Steph Catley is set to take a free kick. The players are all lined up, ready for the ball to fly towards them. Steph nods to the ref and uses her trusty left foot to shoot it towards the wall of players, angles the ball slightly further from Astrid who’s already running, Kerr goes for a header goal but it falls short. 

Astrid feels as if she's suddenly going in slow motion. She sees the ball leave Sam's head and she runs faster, lifting up her right leg to catch it and knock it towards the goal. And as if the universe was on her side, the goalie had run slightly away from Astrid's position of the goal, giving her the perfect opportunity to sink it into the top left corner of the net. 

As they see it ripple the crowd roars with cheers, every player on the bench rising to their feet in celebration, Tony making a run for the edge of the technical area in celebration. Astrid stood still with her mouth agape, shocked as to what had just happened. It wasn’t till Foord came running to her, gripping her body in celebration that she could breathe again, turning to face Caitlin as a wide smile grew on both of their faces. The rest of the team on the field came charging down on the pitch to jump all over the young player, screaming and yelling their excitement. 

GOOOAAALLL! And it’s a magnificent one to equalise the Matildas with New Zealand by none other than number 3, Astrid Taylor in the 80th minute! This is her first ever Matilda's goal and what a shot it was by the 17 year old, with only being on the pitch for less than 5 minutes AND in her international debut! It’s unbelievable. 

At that moment Astrid almost started crying. 17 years old, finally playing her first game for her country and a game changing goal 10 minutes from full time in front of a massive crowd. Her teammates were beyond proud of her, not only for her first goal but for bringing them to an equaliser after a long and tough game. 

Full time ended and still at a tie, the team patiently waited to see how many extra minutes were given to hopefully score once more and take the win. An additional 5 minutes is shown after Cortnee subs Hayley, Astrid giving her a high five and focus is pulled back to the game. Astrid bounces on her feet, body now pumping with adrenaline to take this home. 

And with the magic right boot of Emily Van Egmond the Matildas gained a goal in the 93rd minute, bringing them in front of New Zealand. The stadium erupts once more after the ball ripples the net, Emily running straight for Polkinghorne as the rest of the team follows suit, celebrating with her before returning to their places, focusing on the last 30 seconds of time. 

Australia wins a corner and Steph runs to take it, officially over stoppage time when she shoots it over to the goal, it bounces backwards off Alanna’s head and by miracle Sam Kerr knocks it over the players and past the white line. 

Sam runs straight to Steph with her arms outstretched, catching her up high as they meet, everyone else following behind with outcries of excitement, jumping on top of each other in celebration. The time is still running and the players are instructed to return to their positions. The ball is played and all though it gets shot down to Lydia in the Aus goal, no one runs to defend, the final whistle blowing before there's even a chance it could go in. 

They’ve done it, they've won. 3-1 over New Zealand and Astrid could not be more ecstatic to have been a help in that. The Townsville crowd erupt in cheers in favour of the Matildas and they all release massive smiles before they go off and shake hands with their own players and those on the New Zealand team. The players on the sideline slowly make their way onto the field, Charli running directly to Astrid, engulfing her close friend in a tight embrace, spinning her around on the field. 

“YOUR DEBUT AND A GOAL?! I’M SO PROUD.” Charli yelled over the loud stadium music. Giving a final squeeze they let go and Charli rests an arm over Astrid's shoulder, pulling her into her side, incredibly proud of her friend as they walk the pitch to meet their teammates. So far this was the best day of Astrid’s life and one she would remember for the rest of her life. Tony reached the pair on the pitch and held Astrid’s hands. 

“Congratulations, I’m very proud, Astrid.” Tony nodded his head at the young player as she looked at him.

“Thank you Tony.” Was all Astrid could get out without her voice cracking, trying to not cry tears of happiness. Kyra and Cortnee ran to hug her first, squeezing her tight with pride. As they began to do their lap of the pitch, the rest of the team embraced Astrid, congratulating her, saying how proud they were, and grateful she brought them to that equaliser. 

Eventually a presenter called out to Astrid and she ran over to them, fixing her hair as best as she could and removing some sweat from her face. 

“Astrid, do you mind doing a small post-match interview?” The lady from Channel 10 asked. 

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.” Astrid nodded and straightened out her shirt. 

“Great.” The presenter waited for the go ahead before talking again. “We’ve got  Astrid Taylor here, only 17 years old and scoring her first Matildas goal in her first appearance, and an impressive one at that. Astrid, congratulations and how do you feel?” She pointed the mic to Astrid. 

“Oh thank you. Ah yeah. I don’t even really believe it myself. I mean I wasn’t really expecting to be going on at any stage and making my debut tonight, but Tony told me to get ready and then it happened.” Astrid laughed as she talked. 

“I mean it was quite impressive. Only being on for 3 minutes before you were able to sneak it in. What was happening in that moment for you?” The reporter asked and Astrid swallowed. 

“Yeah it was crazy. It was Steph’s kick and I saw it go to Sam and I just began running in that direction, and as it bounced off her head, I caught it and just shot it in the direction of the goal and hoped for the best. I guess it was my luck that Esson was more focused on Sam than me!” Astrid made everyone around her laugh, heart still beating fast with adrenaline and nerves from being on camera. “I’m also just really happy we got the win, Emily and Sam helping us turn the game around so late.” 

“Absolutely incredible. And so is your score sheet with your club Sydney FC. I mean you only joined back in November and you have scored at least 16 goals with them.” 

“Oh thank you. Yeah that club is incredible and I’m so glad I’ve got Viney there with me to get those with.” Astrid smiled brightly. 

“Well again congratulations and thank you. Enjoy the celebrations!” She reached out to shake Astrids hand as she muttered a small ‘thank you’ before walking back to the last lingering teammates that gathered near the tunnel, watching her proudly. 

The bus ride back to the hotel was as expected, loud and full of excitement, obviously preparing to scream their winning chant. 

“BUILDING UP SUSPENSE, BUILDING UP SUSPENSE, BUILDING UP SUSPENSE, BUILDING UP SUSPENSE, BUILDING UP SUSPENSE. WOOOOOOO.” The team began to chat, banging on seats and windows as Lydia stood up to lead them. 

“IT’S A GRAND OLD TEAM TO PLAY FOR, AND IT’S A GRAND OLD TEAM TO SEE, AND IF YOU KNOW THE HISTORY, IT’S GONNA MAKE YOUR HEART GO WOAH. WE DON’T CARE WHAT THE OTHER TEAMS SAY, WHAT THE HELL DO WE CARE.” The noise from the bus was getting louder and louder as all players and staff members joined in. “FOR WE ONLY KNOW THERE’S GOING TO BE A SHOW AND THE AUSSIES WILL BE THERE.” 

“WAS IT ONE?” Lydia yelled, awaiting the response. 

“NO.”

WAS IT TWO?”

“NO”

“WAS IT THREE?” 

“YES.” Claps and cheers ran through the bus. 

“HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, WOOOOOO.” Everyone cheered in celebration, clapping loudly, Kyra rubbing Astrid’s hair from her seat next to the other girl. A large smile erupted on the young girls’ face, still in disbelief of what just happened. 

After dinner the room quieted down, everyone paying attention to their captain at the front of the room. 

“Um, obviously a very special game today, glad we got the win today and an incredible performance. Astrid,” Sam directed her eyes to the young girl sat next to Charli and Kyra. “You have worked so hard these past few months and I think I speak on the behalf of all of us when I say we’re so proud. You’ve really proven yourself and today a miracle really happened. Not only your first cap but your first goal in 3 minutes of being on the pitch! I mean I think that might be the most impressive debut in Matildas history.” The room erupted in cheers and claps, Astrid shook her head and covered her face with her hands. 

“Yeah Stargirl!” A shout comes loudly from Charli and the room falls to laughter. 

“So congrats and we’re so happy to have you as part of this team and family.” Sam finished, Charli and Kyra pushing Astrid to get up and walk to the front of the dining room. The girls clapped and cheered for her, a smile on her face as she approached Sam. 

“Thank you.” Astrid mumbled as they hugged, Sam patting her back with a final squeeze, letting go to hand her the official Matildas cap. Astrid looked at it for a second before turning around to face the team, her team. “Um, thank you everyone for making this day so special. A little bit lost for words right now,” She let out a small laugh. “Obviously I can’t take all the credit for the goal, Steph and Sam were the ones who even made it possible, I was just there to help you out. Getting to make my debut today with this group of girls just makes it so special and I wouldn’t have been able to do it without the inspiration of every one of you. Thank you for all the support and I love you all. Thanks.” The room clapped again, Astrid moving over to the side for a photo with her cap. 

Sam then made her speech for Caitlin who played her 100th cap, reminiscing on their journey together before presenting her with her shirt, while also giving a cheer to Katrina who had returned to her first game tonight after having Harper. The night ended with team celebrations before heading to bed to recover from a big game. 

to be continued...

A/N; also i know this may seem a bit unrealistic but we're in a fake world with a fake character who's just really good at football so idc. xx

[ssamyu]

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[bearratic]

📗 Notebook flipped to the page graced with a sketch of Hawks, his hero name written across the header along with a few traits Izuku noticed but he had plenty of space for more! Where to begin though!? "So, did you come up with the name Fierce Wings? How many feathers do you have in total? Can you really control each and every single one or is there a limit? I know you can carry people with a feather by itself so how much weight can one feather hold? Are they made out of keratin or some other organic material? They didn't seem to burn instantly from Endeavor's Hellfire when you gave him that speed he needed back in Fukuoka." And everyone knew the number 1 hero's flames burned intensely hot!

"Is it possible for a feather to be too far out of range to retrieve it or where you can't hear any sounds from it? Also, if you turn one into a sword, does it change back if someone else grabs it? Since you're able to fly, obviously, are you affected by low atmospheric pressure the higher you ascend or is your body used to it?" Well aware the 'dweeb' asked so many questions already, he decided to cut himself off. Best to not overwhelm Hawks. Well, one more couldn't hurt. "You ... don't have to answer this next one but ... your wings don't have a skeletal structure, right?" When those feathers flew, reducing Hawks' wings in size, there was ... nothing per se beneath. No limbs to be found. "Uh, how are they attached to you?"

Once the notebook opens Keigo’s yellow eyes hero slowly gaze around the page dedicated to him. Everything in there so far was right, he’d been paying very tight attention to the number two. “Impressive Midoriya, you captured my liking exactly right.” The hero says with a smile, gently scratching his signature on the top of the page with the end of a crimson red feather.

“Well kid, you sure know how to get down to business.” The hero laughs. “Okay you ready? Listen up.”

“Fierce Wings might be a name a bit on the nose, but it rolls easy off the tongue doesn’t it?” He continues. “I just thought of it when i was devouring a bucket of them with a sauce just a little too… spicy for my liking.” He says as the name is probably the least interesting backstory of the hero. But that bucket does bring back some good memories.. he keeps his focus and continues listing off the questions. “As for the amount i have, it differs with the amount of rest i get in between recovery of lost ones. But let’s say i carry a maximum of eight thousand, so four on each side to stay in balance! So while i’m fighting i have to keep track of how much i use on each side.”

“My wings have a primary and secondary row of feathers that start from biggest and widest to smaller and firmer to carry more wind.” He stretches one of them out for the young hero in training to take a closer look. “I can use most of them but you see here?” He points at the top of his wing “This is called the patagium, it’s a in my case thick feathered fold that acts as a base for the others. It’s formed from within my spine and spreads out through my shoulder blades so they can take form and are attached once outside of my body. The feathers basically all have their own place and i can use them all as long as the base exists or isn’t too messed up.”

“As for my swords, i use my two outmost primary feathers, since they are the biggest i own, the feathers itself are able to press together so tight they’re as sharp as a sword. So they’re not actual swords still. But just like how paper can cut through skin with it’s thin yet firmness. So can these..” And so the hero demonstrates, flying two of the outer feathers so his hand and they soon are visible as his famous red swords.

“Since i have high control that also means i can relax them whenever necessary, making them just a normal feather if the wrong person gets their hands on it.” He speaks as he sends them back but lands one in Izuku’s notebook so he can take it in for a little longer “My wings bend and rotate they dont just flap up and down as most think, i wouldn’t be able to move unless the air itself brings me, if that was the truth.” He lets out a low blow and scratches his neck “Endeavor does burn brightly you can say that. But just like how ducks are able to stay afloat on water with preening themselves in their own oil and having a thick and tight amount, once my feathers are so tightly formed together it cannot be let through, so even fire has a bit of a longer travel time before it can actually catch onto an end and start eating away. “

“There is no limit to a feather’s range, since it picks up vibrations in the place it has been left at i will always be able to hear reverberations due to them being telekinetically connected. However when stepped on, in water, or anywhere that’s not generally just on the ground and left alone it can be harder to understand what is going on.” The hero gives a big toothed grin. “I’m still human above all, so altitude and air pressure does affect me. It’s especially the lack of oxygen high in the sky that gets me, but it saves me from a cramped airplane. And you know, those who can fly, should fly. You’re right Deku, underneath all of them there is nothing. Which makes me able to be an S+ rank in speed since i don’t carry a lot of weight, but it also leaves me vulnerable when i’m out.”

[techav]

The Amputated Franken-Plus

Last year I revived an old Mac Plus that had been destructively robbed for parts over the years. I added sockets for the chips that had been removed, gave it a new power supply, added my SE-VGA card for video, and bodged a few broken traces. But there still remained the most heinously destructive part removal that had been committed against this poor board ...

Long before I had mastery of a soldering iron, and lacking the proper tools for desoldering components successfully, I had a project where I needed n 8-pin mini DIN connector. I had this non-functional Mac Plus board gathering dust so I decided to remove one of its connectors. With a knife. By cutting the board around the connector.

I was young ...

Obviously, there's no repairing that. The board has a permanent chunk removed from it.

However, I find myself wanting to be able to use those serial ports now that I have the rest of the board running. There are lots of fun things to use them for, like LocalTalk networking, printers, zTerm, etc.

So I set out to build a breakout board to add the connectors for these serial ports back to the board. I started by digging up datasheets for the RS-422 & RS-232 transceivers Apple used, as well as schematics for the Plus and similar era Macs so I could trace out how the connectors were originally wired. It turns out all of the signals for both ports are routed to some RC filters in a straight line at the back of the board. This made it fairly easy to solder a ribbon cable to the filter pins on the back side of the board.

I've come to like ribbon cables; they're easy to work with. I can just crimp an IDC connector on one end and attach them to some pin headers. The breakout board itself is just some generic protoboard, and has said pin headers and two female 8-pin mini-DIN connectors.

It's not ideal. The ribbon cable wires are fragile and cold easily be pulled off the motherboard. But hopefully this will restore the last lost functionally for this poor tortured Mac Plus motherboard.

I plan to include the Franken-Plus in my exhibit for VCF Southwest in Richardson, Texas this weekend (23-25 June 2023). If you're in the area, definitely stop by; it's shaping up to be a great show.

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If you missed the Top 10 sets we posted during the last 10 days of 2023, or would just like to support them again, please check out our event tag #KDLYEAREND23. We will also be listing the results for the Top 20 under the cut.

Please also check out our new desktop header featuring our top 3 winners by @orangesyellow, mobile header by @natahjikio and icon by @haeyeongs featuring our #1 voted character of 2023.

We hope your 2024 is off to a good start, and looking forward to another year of our favourite kdramas and ladies!!!

1) The Glory: Moon Dong-eun (Song Hye-kyo) 46 2) Moving: Lee Mi-hyun (Han Kyo-joo) 45 3) Twinkling Watermelon: Yoon Cheong-ah (Shin Eun-soo) 44 4) Crash Course in Romance: Nam Haeng-seon (Jeon Do-yeon) 42 5) Alchemy of Souls 2: Jin Bu-yeon (Go Youn-jung) 38 6) Revenant: Gu San-young (Kim Tae-ri) 36 7) Moving: Jang Hui-soo (Go Youn-jung) 35 8) King the Land: Cheon Sa-rang (Im Yoon-ah) 34 9) My Dearest: Yoo Gil-chae (Ahn Eun-jin) 33 10) Twinkling Watermelon: Choi Se-kyung/On Eun-yu (Seol In-ah) 29

11) Daily Dose of Sunshine: Jung Da-eun (Park Bo-young) 27 12) Call It Love: Shim Woo-joo (Lee Sung-kyung) 25 12) See You in my 19th Life: Ban Ji-eum (Shin Hye-sun/Park So-yi) 25 13) The Glory: Park Yeon-jin (Im Ji-yeon) 20 14) Crash Course in Romance: Nam Hae-yi (Roh Yoon-seo) 19 15) Crash Course in Romance: Kim Young-joo (Lee Bong-ryun) 17 16) The Uncanny Counter 2: Do Ha-na (Kim Se-jeong) 15 16) Love to Hate You: Yeo Mi-ran (Kim Ok-vin) 15 17) A Time Called You: Han Jun-hee/Kwon Min-ji (Jeon Yeo-been) 13 17) Tale of the Nine-Tailed 1938: Ryu Hong-joo (Kim So-yeon) 13 17) Doctor Cha: Cha Jeong-sook (Uhm Jung-hwa) 13 18) Mask Girl: Kim Mo-mi (Lee Han-byeol, Go Hyun-jung, Nana) 12 18) The Glory: Kang Hyun-nam (Yeom Hye-ran) 12 18) The Good Bad Mother: Jin Young-soon (Ra Mi-ran) 12 19) Doona!: Lee Doo-na (Bae Suzy) 11 19) The Good Bad Mother: Lee Mi-joo (Ahn Eun-jin) 11 20) Alchemy of Souls 2: Kim Do-joo (Oh Na-ra) 10 20) Heartbeat: Joo In-hae (Won Ji-an) 10 20) See You in my 19th Life: Yoon Cho-won (Ha Yoon-kyung) 10 20) Not Others: Kim Jin-hee (Choi Soo-young) 10 20) Call It Love: Shim Hye-seong (Kim Ye-won) 10 20) My Lovely Liar: Mok Sol-hee (Kim So-hyun) 10

KDRAMALADIES YEAR END POLL: Favourite Female Drama Characters of 2023

Welcome to our (hopefully!) annual year end poll! Vote for your favourite female characters from dramas in 2023, and at the end of the year we will announce and celebrate the top 10 most beloved characters with some gifs, and feature the top 3 in our blog’s desktop and mobile themes.

vote here

polls are open until December 10, 2023 at 11:59PM PST

results will be announced in the last week of December

the options are sorted alphabetically by title

only dramas set to complete by the start of the voting period has been included (dramas ending in December or January will be included in the following year's voting period)

if there are series or characters we missed, there is a write-in option at the bottom of the poll

if writing-in, please make sure to include the show title and the character or actress name

Happy voting! Please feel free to reblog this post to promote the poll to your friends and followers!

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my love!!!! for the fanfic ask!!!! im curious about end train station scene and did it hurt 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

MY DARLING DEAREST <3 you will like the end train station scene bc basically it's the beginning of the final part to the kingsman au (which i will finish someday I PROMISE SWEAR TO GOD AND HOPE TO DIE) you already know and read the important bits!! here's an extract that you can use as a threat against me if I don't finish it lmao

Well, that’s me fucked then”, he mutters bitterly. “‘S like Clovis said, I’m just a chav from the estates.”

Obi-Wan arches an eyebrow. “You’re not just anything, Anakin. You are a brilliant young man, who raised above difficult circumstances, and made something of himself. Regardless of what happens tomorrow, you should be proud of yourself. As I am.”

The last part is spoken with such an unwavering confidence that Anakin wants to cry a little because what has he ever done to deserve such trust? Such faith?

Obi-Wan’s body is tilted toward the left and his legs are stretched languidly under the desk; despite the relaxed pose, Anakin feels squirming under the watchful, steady gaze.

He slouches a little, leaning into the armchair, but in doing so his long legs open and he’s been through enough training that he doesn’t miss Obi-Wan’s eyes turning dark.

“Yeah,” he whispers, mouth suddenly dry, “I should.”

Obi-Wan clears his throat. “Besides, being a gentleman is something one learns.”

Anakin barely remembers what the hell they were talking about. “How?”

“First, you should’ve asked for permission before taking your seat.”

God, Anakin hates how his mind works sometimes.

[inser matteo fumagalli che dice se questo non sembra l'inzio di un porno gay io non so cosa sia] [it's really not] [... or is it? 👁]

• as for did it hurt it's a flashfic i wrote for sara (who else lol) like in 2018 LMAO and i thought who knows maybe ONE DAY i'll develop it nicely and post it and.... it's still there LMAO anyway it's your average enjoltaire reincarnation au, the prompt was a text we had as matching header on twitter: did it hurt when you fell from the musain's window?

here's an extract for you <3

"What did you say?”

The words slip out easily. “Did it hurt when you fell out the Musain’s window?” Grantaire whispers.

There’s something, in the back of his mind, whispering him of lost memories.

"Do you know what is the Musain?” Enjolras asks, still using this new soothing tone.

“It’s a café in Paris. We used to meet there.” He answers again and he feels so scared.  “I didn’t mean to say this too, what is going on?”

send me an ask about my wips <3