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thatguywiththefaceog · 2 years ago

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Choose Your Own Adventure-Dipper's Day (ao3 Version)

I had so much fun with using polls for stories, I did the same thing on Ao3. This is what they voted for.

All characters are over 18. This story is rated E for explicit and is for adults only. Contains Incest

Dipper yawned as he got up. His sister did her best to keep him up. Which was unfair as he was a growing boy of…

Wait, Dipper’s groggier than he thought how old was he again?

19! The hell dude?

Winner: 19

Nineteen, he was nineteen. Yeah, why the hell did he think he was younger? Boy Dipper needed to get his head on straight. It was Mabel’s fault, she spent half the night giggling at her phone. He couldn’t get any good sleep.

Despite both being adults, both still shared the attic at the shack. Soos' family needed the rooms and it was cheaper than hotels. Mabel didn’t even show her late night adventures, being her normal bouncing self. And giggling self too.

“Good morning Dipper. And good morning to your friend too.”

Friend? Dipper looked down and saw his semi-hard penis sticking out from his boxer flap. He had become well endowed in his adulthood.

“Aaagh!” Dipper made sure to make himself presentable before making his way to the bathroom. One of the hazards of sharing a room with his sister. Not that Mabel had been much better. Puberty had been kind to her sister, with her breasts growing to about the size of her head. For night clothes, she wore a old tee-shirt she had since junior high and some old panties that didn't really fit either. Dipper could see all of his sister.

Gagh, don’t think stuff like that! Once showered and dressed, Dipper made his way for breakfast. Mabel came skipping in. “Dipper I found something you ight like!”

“What, the mall?” He asked jokingly.

“Yeah!”

"Mabel that closed down 5-years-old."

"I know. I mean everyone in town says it's haunted now."

“Mabel, the last time we dealt with ghosts we got turned into wood!”

“Pfft, you mean the last time you dealt with ghosts. You need the Mabel touch!”

Well, it might help with Grunkle Ford’s research. He agreed to go with her after their chores. Dipper made his way to the gift shop to sweep. After sweeping a couple of aisles Wendy bust through.

“Guess who has two thumbs and talked herself out of a family camping trip!” Wendy had grown up quite a bit since Dipper's first summer. Her red hair was cut to a pixie cut, multiple piecing in her ear, and both shoulder adored with tattoos.

“Wendy!” Dipper ran up and greet his old friend. She was wearing jeans and a white tank top with red plaid tied around her waste. Dipper couldn't help but notice she wasn’t wearing bra, her nipples pointing through the fabric. Her left had a piercing poking at the fabric.

“Since I still got the day off, want to go swimming with me? I know a super cool secret lagoon that we’ll have all to ourselves.”

“That sounds amazing, but I already promised Mabel I’d do something with her.”

“Oh, that’s cool. Call me if your plans open.”

What should Dipper do?

Go swimming in secret lagoon with Wendy

Go to the haunted mall with Mabel

Winner: Mabel

“Damn Dip, you should have gone with her!”

“Mabel, I already promised to go with you. Besides, I wanted to spend the day with my sister.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet Dipper. But Wendy was totally vibing you. You could have gotten some ass.”

“Mabel!” Dipper blushed. “I’m over Wendy. Besides, she made it perfectly clear that she only saw me as a friend.”

“Yeah, when you were twelve. Now, you’re like mega hot. Even in your stupid cargo shorts.”

“What’s wrong with my cargo shorts? They’re practical.”

Of course his sister clearly knew nothing about practical outfits. Hers consisted of a blue top that barely covered her. The black bra she was wearing was clearly visible and her tummy was out. As a bottom she was wearing denim daisy dukes.

The twins made their way to the old mall. Dipper remembered helping Soos meet Melody, holding up here with Wendy. The place now definitely looks like it was still weirdmaggedon. He and Mabel broke through the sliding glass door. The mall was dark, little light came from the fluorescent lights that were still barely working. Most of the abandoned building were covered in vines.

“What the hell is this?” Dipper wondered aloud.

“They had a big greenhouse that sold flowers and yard stuff. Must be from that.”

“Are these luminescent?” Dipper asked. Sure enough the vines had a subtle green glow.

The only place that wasn’t covered with the vines were stairs to the floor under the ground. A quiet, but distinctive wailing was coming down there. An average person would dismiss it as the wind, but Dipper knew too much to think it was anything else then a ghost.

Mabel turned to her brother. “So, what do you wanna do?”

Follow the vines.

Follow the wail.

Winner: Follow the wail

They came to investigate ghosts, so they'll investigate ghosts. Dipper and Mabel made their way down the broken escalator, which just functioned as stairs. Once they made the bottom, their flashlights were their only source of light.

The wailing had grown distinctively loudly and the ghost seemed to added a bit of groaning for good measure.

Dipper knew this place well from his time with Wendy during weirdmaggedon. He followed the wail pasting long abandoned storefronts. He knew where the wailing was coming from.

"The food court?" Mabel asked.

"Alright, we know you are in here! Show yourself!" He turned to his sister. "Okay Mabel, people who become ghosts aren't the most stable people to begin with so we have to be careful not to offend them."

"I heard that!" Their came a terrible stretching voice. A woman appeared. Early twenties she looked dressed like an extra from an old Britney Spears video. Low riding jeans with her thong peeking out and a shirt that showed off her belly button. Lòkednlike Mabel found a kindred spirit in fashion.

"Listen! I know what you're thinking. But I'm not some old fart of a ghost. I'm a modern ghost from the totally modern year of 2002."

Dippered sighed. "Always nuts." A bit louder he asked, "Spirit, why do you still haunt this mortal plan?"

"Well, I was totally gonna lose my v card to Jason p but I… but I choked on a slice of Sbarro's!"

"You poor thing," Mabel said.

"And now I'm dead without realizing the wonders of sex! I refuse to pass on until I learn the pleasures of the flesh." She looked at Dipper. "Day, you looked hot. Like super hot."

"Wow, thank you but I'm made of flesh and you’re ectoplasm so I can't help you there. Come on Mabel, let's go." He took his sister's wrist and made his way to the stairs.

The ghost jost nodded toward Mabel. "She has a body. Let in her, than we can fuck."

"Yeah she's my sister."

"We're twins."

"So yeah, that's not happening."

The ghost did not like this. "I NEED BOOTY!"

The whole place went nuts. The tables went flying, terrible lighting came down.

"Dipper, how did you stop the other guys again?"

"While for the old couple at the convenience store I danced around in a lamb costume. And for the crazy lumberjack at Pacifica's Madison, she just let people into her dad's party."

"So you just, gave the ghosts want they wanted."

"Yeeeeah."

Mabel looked at the crazy ghost flying around.

"Ah poo. This isn't gonna make things weird between us, is it?"

"What? No."

"Yeah it's just… ghost stuff."

She kissed her brother on the lips before getting up. "Hey shut! You want booty? Fine. Have mine." Mabel spread her arms out. The ghost phased through her, possessing the 19-year-old.

"Oh god, it's been so long since I had a body." Mabel and the ghost's voices spoke at once, reviving over each other. Her eyes glowing white. She ripped off Mabel’s top and undid the bra. Her breasts bounced free, giving Dipper an eye full of Mabel’s large pink nipples. "Ah, bitch wasn’t even wearing panties!" She said as she pulled off the daisy dukes. A patch of groomed hair adorned her pubis. "Now let's see what you got."

She knelt down and undid his shorts as Dipper let her pull them down. The sight of his naked twin had gotten him hard.

"Holy shit, you’re fucking packed!" She started stroking him. "Aw fuck it's so warm. Shit I'm so horny." She sat down on a table, spreading herself at Dipper "Fuck me. I don’t care where you stick it was fuck me!"

Where should Dipper fuck?

Between her tits!

Her face!

Her asshole!

Her pussy!

Winner: Her asshole

Dipper kissed his possessed sister, squeezing a boob as his tongue met hers. His cock throbbed between his legs. Oh god he really needed to fuck her. “Turn around, I’ll fuck your ass.” That’ll stop any surprises from this encounter.

“Ooh, such a dirty boy,” the ghost said through Mabel. She presented her backside to him, sticking her ass up. Dipper ran his cock along his sister’s asscrack. Shit it felt heavenly. Neither of the Pines twins were virgins, both losing their respective virginities to previous partners. But there was one problem.

“Uhm hey a… ghost? Do you know where we can get some anal lube, cause if I go raw it’s really gonna hurt.”

“Wait.” The ghost made a few gurgling sounds and spat out a wade of blue goo on to Dipper’s hand. “Ectoplasm.”

Dipper smiled but his erection had softened a bit. He took some of the goo and started prodding Mabel’s butthole. The ghost gasped and the finger penetrated the body’s backdoor. After a bit of fingering Dipper added another finger, making sure his sister’s anus was nice and slippery.

He lined the rest onto his dick. Taking a deep breath He held onto her hips and guided his cock into her anus. The ghost yelped as she felt his head enter. Once firmly inside her, he used both hands on her hips. Mabel had done plenty of anal before so the experience wasn’t too painful for the ghost. And it wasn’t too bad for Dipper either. Her walls squeezing his cock while his hips slapped Mabel’s ass.

Dipper wanted this. He wanted this awhile he realized. He’d been looking at his sister's body in a sexual way for a while now. Having a good rhythm guiding him, Dipper bent down and reached for her chest. Mabel’s large breasts were hanging down, jiggling with each thrust. Kissing the back of her neck, he groped her. God it was great. This felt so good.

Dipper needed to cum. He needed to…

Pull out and cover her butt with cum

Creampie her asshole

Winner: Creampie

Damn he was cumming! Holding on to his Mabel’s body tight as he slammed into her as he began firing his shot. He could hear both the ghost and his sister's voice as the screamed in pleasure.

His warmth flooded their backside, anus clenching around his dick. "Oh fuck, it was everything I wanted." And with that the ghost was gone.

"Dipper it's me! We did it and that's your dick in my ass."

"Yeah I'll just-" He very gently pulled out of her. Mabel couldn’t help but grunt at the opening up of her ass. A trail of cum still connected Dipper’s cock and Mabel’s ass. He watched was his own seed leaked from his sister's ass.

Dipper felt as if he should say something. "Mabel, I-"

She shushed him with a kiss. She gently laid him on the floor. Straddling him, she whispered, "Now it's my turn." She slid her wet pussy lips against his still hard cock.

They consummated their new relationship right there. Mabel dressed back in what was left of her clothes. Her shirt was too damaged to wear so it was just her black bra. As they walked out into the woods, Dipper teased Mabel about flashing the town. So Mabel slashed him so real, which lead to another fuck session out in the woods. Dipper almost had a heart attack when Wendy walked by as he was thrusting into his sister. She didn’t seem to notice. She was also naked, wet, and angrily marching with an ax, so she had stuff going on.

The made it back to the shack and once again find themselves fucking. The bed shook as Dipper fuck his twin in the ass again.

“Dipper, Dipper, Dipper!”

“Guh, Mabel!” He pumped another load into her ass. ‘Aw, I think I’m spent.”

“Well that’s good.” Mabel stood up, stretching. “I gotta go poop out your cum.”

“Mabel, don't put it like that.” She blew him a raspberry was she went into the bathroom. Dipper laid in bed, thinking. “Huh, what are we?” He asked himself.

“Boyfriend, girlfriend,” came Mabel’s voice. She waltzed in, still naked and laid next to her brother. “I know it’s…weird, but we’ve always been weird. Dipper, I love you, like I’ve never loved anyone else.”

Dipper kissed her. “I love you too.”

The two cuddled naked for the rest of the night. Later, the two would learn that incest was actually legal in Gravity Falls which meant that there love could flourish, if it they had to have some awkward conversations with their friends.

#gravity falls #pinescest #dipper pines #mabel pines #lemon

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old-type-40 · 4 years ago

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I got the quote above from Memory Alpha which also had the following notes regarding the episode:

At the 2009 New Jersey Star Trek convention, Kate Mulgrew remarked to the audience that "Threshold" was the episode of Star Trek: Voyager she was most uncomfortable with, noting that she didn't like the thought of mating with Paris as a lizard. [7]

This episode was also panned by critics, frequently being voted as the worst ever episode of Star Trek: Voyager and even the worst episode of Star Trek in general. (Delta Quadrant, p. 97)

Cinefantastique rated this episode 1 out of 4 stars. (Cinefantastique, Vol. 28, No. 4/5, p. 92)

Star Trek Magazine also scored this episode 1 out of 5 stars, defined as "Total gagh!". Additionally, Stuart Clark, a reviewer for the magazine, stated that the episode "doesn't really quite gel." (Star Trek Monthly issue 15, pp. 60 & 61)

The unauthorized reference book Delta Quadrant, (p. 97) gives this installment a rating of 4 out of 10.

The book Star Trek 101, by Terry J. Erdmann and Paula M. Block, cites this episode as the Star Trek: Voyager winner of the "Spock's Brain" Award and states that, of the entire Voyager series, this installment is the one "most likely to give Darwin a migraine."

#star trek #voyager #star trek voyager #threshold #threshold day #total gagh #happy threshold day

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procrastinatorproject · 3 years ago

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Fic writer review, thank you to @thelaithlyworm for the tag <3

how many works do you have on AO3?

Ten? Oh no, it’s actualy 12 now!

what’s your total AO3 word count?

86,468

how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Grand total of 1: Star Trek: Picard - although my latest offering might branch a bit into other Trek as well.

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

“Passengers”

“And a Barrel of Gagh”

“CMO’s Log”

“Preparations”

“Game Night”

Which is actually kinda interesting. I wrote Passengers, Preparations, and Game Night while the fandom was still a lot more active (especially in the Aramis in Space corner), so that makes sense. The CMO’s log has had chapters added every few months, giving it probably the most exposure of any of my fics. Barrel of Gagh, though? I think I’m gonna attribute that to Thimblerig turning it into a truly, TRULY brilliant piece of podfic. Also the fact that it’s whump involving a character played by Santiago Cabrera. ‘tis A Thing..... :D

do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I really try to! I love talking with people in the comments and just... thanking the people who found the time and energy to leave comments. But especially in the last few months I have gotten very bad at keeping up with the comments and now there’s about two dozen that I have neglected to reply to for a painfully long time 🙈

But I will get there! Because I love that kind of interaction!

what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

So far, none of them have had angsty endings. Angsty middles, yes, but not endings. I’m just a sucker for everyone being happy in the end. Or at least on the way to being better, and supported and cared for on that way.

do you write crossovers? if so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven’t yet, but I’m definitely not opposed. One of the threads of my 200k unpublishable whump scenes takes place in a continuity that has existed in my daydreams for... I wanna say six years at the very least, probably longer. It’s mostly straight-up Star Trek, but with the twist that it involves the Wraith, the telepathic, hive-minded alien race from Stargate: Atlantis that suck the life force out of you with their hands? Or, well, at least a variation thereof.

I once typed up the world building for that particular setting and it took me three hours to try and make it all make sense. So it’s... involved. But not necessarily “crazy”. And I’m not sure I’m ever actually going to publish any of the stories I have set in it (not least because that would envolve finishing any of them and bringing them into a form that is interesting to read for anyone but me...)

have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nope.

do you write smut? if so what kind?

Hm, not yet. I do enjoy reading smut, but only under very specific circumstances. I think I may eventually try my hand at smut, but the inner prude is still very strong. Writing about Rios and Xyr making out (which, honestly, was really tame, all things considered) made me melt in a puddle of blushing embarrassment, so full-on smut is probably beyond me at the moment. One day!

have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. Though litigating that in a fandom like ours would be... tricky. ST:Pic is way too small to steal stories outright. But similar or the same ideas pop up all the time. And it’s a complete coincidence. Reading the book that recently came out and that has a kinda similar setting to a lot of my stories (pre-season 1, early in Rios’s history as captain of Sirena, dealing with original characters, holo shenanigans, friendship with Raffi, etc.), I was struck by just how many elements, both scenes or story beats and little details, were similar to things that have cropped up in my writing. And it is entirely coincidental, because I am beyond certain that the author doesn’t read fanfic. Just... for legal reasons. Not to mention I wrote a bunch of the things I saw parallels to while the book was already in production, and some of them are only in my drafts.

So there is a ton of convergent evolution going on in this particular section of the fandom, and trying to litigate who came up with certain plot ideas or character beats when would be a sysiphean disaster. Some things are clear and whenever I use any of them I give credit where I can, but people will have very similar ideas. It just happens. So no, I haven’t had either a full-on story or “an idea” stolen, and I might change my tune if it ever does happen, but so far, I’m trying to practice equanimity, so I’ll be better at it should I ever need it.

have you ever had a fic translated?

Sadly no. My dad keeps complaining that all my fic is in English so he can’t read any of it, but honestly? I’m kinda glad for this very convenient excuse. Maybe if I ever feel like I want to practice my interpreting skills, I will give translating the stories into German a shot. We’ll see. Otherwise, if anyone feels inspired: Have at it! Just let me know, okay?

have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not quite. I have a draft of off-the-cuff worldbuilding that I wrote on Discord with @curator-on-ao3 and that I would love to turn into an actual short fic (letters from a conference on holo-ethics), but I haven’t gotten around to it yet.

what’s your all time favorite ship?

I don’t really do shipping.

what’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I WILL NEVER ACCEPT DEFEAT!!!! One day, I will write the next installment of Star Trek: La Sirena! I have so many ideas for that continuity and those characters. I’m not going to abandon them!

what are your writing strengths?

Hmmmmm. Probably detailed worldbuilding? Ask me something about, say, a technological or cultural aspect of Star Trek and chances are, I have thought about it in the past or will come up with three different sets of intricate lore within half an hour. (Things like... the architecture of San Francisco, or Will there still be taxi drivers? or the treaty between IKEA Intergalactic and the Borg Collective, or the Universal Translator, or Emergency Services or Why There Are Very Few Ambulances On Earth Anymore etceterah etceterah...)

I’m also good at slapping together off-the-cuff plot ideas (if, say, you need an explanation for how Seven and Agnes ended up stranded on a desert island, I could probably give you three different scenarios pretty quickly. Just don’t ask me to make them poignant or actually write them.

I’m also very, very good at beginnings.

what are your writing weaknesses?

Everything that isn’t a beginning. Especially endings, or rather: finishing something, but also just... keeping momentum.

I think my dialogue is somewhat samey and not distinct enough between characters. (Also my witty banter is... let’s just say it doesn’t come to me naturally...)

And I also struggle with keeping things brief and to the point. I can write you 30k of whump covering a span of three hours, but fitting a whole story in the same space? Much more difficult!

I have also avoided writing full-on action so far, but where it has crept in it has always been a struggle and been workshopped a lot with the indefatigable beta.

Otherwise, I don’t know. My self-perception is always a little warped, so I’m not sure what other people would say my weaknesses are.

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Oof. Well. I have used Spanish sentences in my fic and done the thing where they’re translated in the end note, but I’ve mostly done it sparingly. I’ve also done the ‘“What do you want?” he said in Spanish.’ It’s tricky. But I will likely keep doing it in some instances, even if it’s a bit annoying.

(It also really helps to have a native speaker of Spanish as a beta, even if it’s Spanish from a different region than you’re character.)

Speaking of regional: I’m also torn about the whole “phonetically writing out accents” issue. Some people love it, some people hate it, I’m really unsure because I’m not a native speaker of English, so I’m not even sure I’m consistent in my narrative voice’s regional quirks. So far, I’ve mostly gone with describing that an accent is happening, and only writing out when phrasing actually differs from standard English. Like Ian (Scottish) saying “dinnae” but not writing “I” as “ah” as you’d see on, say, Scottish twitter.

Though it can be a very useful tool if, for instance, you want to indicate a characters accent getting stronger as they get tired or upset. 🧐

Anyway, I don’t think there is one right or wrong answer here and everyones milage will vary.

what was the first fandom you wrote for?

Published? ST:PIC

Actually first? Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter. Pretty much simultaneously, though I did write more for LotR. On graph paper, mind, with my fountain pen turned upside down so I could write smaller. I still have folders worth of those stories that I urgently need to digitize before they fade and I lose them forever...

what’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I’m going to quote @thelaithlyworm here: I Love All My Children Equally! I honestly couldn’t say. They are different and I love them for different reasons but I love them all.

Thank you for the tag! ❤ I’ve kinda lost track of who all has done this already or has already been tagged, so feel free to ignore me! But I tink I’m tagging @curator-on-ao3, @aini-nufire, @29-pieces, @flowers-creativity, @highfunctioningflailgirl, @cristobalrios and @the-goofball. And anyone else whom I forgot or who feels inspired to do this!

#ask meme #writing #lili's writing adventures #this was fun!

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lacefuneral · 5 years ago

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this is so fucki8ng stupid, but Quark totally does the whole commercialized pride thing around June, where his fucking bar is covered in rainbows and all his ferengi waiters are shirtless. the gays on the station know better than to fall for the bs, but not Bashir though

you’re right and you should say it

he does layered drinks like this one but with pride flags and he creates a MASSIVE menu with every single flag he can find - including ones that no one actually uses - in the hopes that it’ll draw in more customers

he also does this weird guerrilla marketing thing by downloading Space Grindr™ and catfishing guys, like: “hey we should go to quarks and get drinks ;)” - and while these poor dudes are sitting around, having been stood up by their nonexistent date, he bombards them with his “stood-up specials” (i.e. food and drinks at the same price they always are, but framed as if they’re a discount)

bashir is just there to have a good time and he claps his hands excitedly at how COLORFUL everything is! why yes, I’ll order the rainbow gagh AND the rainbow pancakes and... did you say that this beverage comes with a novelty cup that i can take home??????? and it sparkles??????? ABSOLUTELY! ONE OF THOSE PLEASE!!!!

(i’m bashir.)

#alcohol //#food //#replies #anonymous #ds9

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girlbosslrell · 4 years ago

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here for the klingon hcs

HELLO omg i didn't think anyone would actually ask 😭❤️

here they are:

i made this post about how i imagine klingon food to be similar to japanese food and i honestly love thinking about it! klingons drinking clear spirits, holding tiny little cups in their big strong hands. klingons crowded in a cramped restaurant, slurping up their gagh with chopsticks. broke students at First City School of Warriors buying packages of instant gagh for dinner because they spent the rest of their weekly budget on alcohol #worthit

ok this is one of my hcs that directly contradicts canon because we have seen klingons lie before, but i have a hc that klingons are honest to a fault. it just makes sense to me because a) klingons as a race value honour, and (at least in human society), someone's honour is highly correlated to their honestly, b) because romulans lie all the time and they fucking hate romulans, and c) lies, deception, and manipulation are tools for people who can't rely on their physical strength. klingons are obviously a very strong species, so they don't need to rely on these things to conquer their enemies. they win by being brutally honest, and honestly brutal

klingon forehead ridges are very sensitive, and touching someone's forehead is a display of affection akin to giving someone a tight hug or a kiss on the cheek

i also just hc that All Women are allowed to inherit their land and become heads of their house after my girl grilka fought so hard for that right. i'm just.... so tired of klingon sexism you know?

peace-loving klingon hippies totally exist, but the rest of klingon society likes to pretend they don't

you don't want to take your klingon friend out drinking because they will start singing when they're drunk enough. and then every klingon in a 3 mile radius will join in. and then you have a pack of drunk klingons singing the klingon equivalent of don't stop believin' at the top of their lungs at 3am and all the humans at the bar are very confused and more than a little frightened

i've briefly touched on it, but traditional klingon dances closely resemble those of earth's slavic communities, and they're cool as hell

i know worf said that klingons don't like to celebrate their birthdays, but i hc that worf was only saying that because he personally doesn't like birthdays and knows that playing it off as a cultural thing is the only way the enterprise crew will leave him the hell alone. every other klingon loves their birthday, and uses it as an excuse to get so wasted they're still hungover 3 days later

i feel like klingons are always really strong and aggressive when humans are around because they still don't fully trust us enough to let their guard down, but when they're alone with each other they let themselves be ruled by their emotions. and they feel everything so deeply, almost even more deeply than humans do. they're quick to laugh, quick to cry, quick to start a bar fight with someone who even looks at them the wrong way, quick to declare their love, quick to declare their hate... i see them as super passionate, about everything, far more than they'd like to admit

okay so you know the whole "you have not experienced Shakespeare until you have read him in the original klingon" thing? there's a reason for that. a couple of hundred years ago, a klingon who really dug shakespeare decided to translate all his work into klingon. he even translated the author's name from "william shakespeare" into "Wil'yam Sheq'spir," for consistency's sake. the plays spread like wildfire, and soon everyone in the empire was reading the collected works of Sheq'spir. people became familiar with the text but not the anonymous klingon man who translated it, so it was just kinda assumed that Sheq'spir was a real guy at some point. any attempts to correct that misinformation were ignored, and a few hundred years later it became imprinted in the collective klingon consciousness that shakespeare was actually klingon, sort of like an empire-wide mandela effect

ugh this was SO fun to ramble about, thank you so much for asking me about my headcanons!!!! i would love to hear your hcs, about klingons or any other species, if you have any!!! 💕💕

#i know probably like 90% of these contradict canon but i've never let canon stop me from having a good time #and i'm not about to start now!#ask #nablah #annie.txt #klingons

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theterribletenno · 4 years ago

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Random Federation civvie whose race’s only identifying trait is the irregular and asymmetrical peach-colored lumps and nodules on their foreheads, cheeks, and the backs of their hands and only appears in a total of six scenes across three episodes: “UGH, Klingon Opera is just the worst!”

Like alright lasagna face, what’s your species’ greatest cultural landmark? Oh you drag a glass rod very slowly though a shallow vessel filled with colored sand and water, and call it ‘Temporal calligraphy’ because the slightest disturbance will erase it? Shut your ass up and eat some gagh, Klingon Opera absolutely slaps, you’re just racist.

#I know it's not warframe #it's nightposting I should be in bed #YOU KNOW I'M RIGHT THO

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mrspockomakeitso · 4 years ago

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First of all, wishing you a belated happy birthday 🥳! Idk if you’re still doing the pairing prompts, but if you are, I’d love a Jake/Ziyal!

Thank you! And thank you for the prompt. ive never written jake/ziyal even though i love them as a pairing and theyre such a missed opportunity on ds9!! Here’s the fic!:

Sometimes it was strange to be in a relationship with the child of your father’s mortal enemy. Sometimes it felt like they were living in some kind of cheesy old holonovel: two young adults on either side of a terrible war, falling in love during the worst historical event of their lives.

But most days, it was just...life.

Jake certainly couldn’t find any reason to complain. Here he was in a room Odo had let he and Ziyal use as an art studio, eating a jumja stick and trying not to get the PADD in his hands too sticky. He and Ziyal were sat on the floor, as had become their custom, knocking elbows as he wrote and she continued her painting.

He glanced up from the world he was creating in his head and found Ziyal focused intently on a red flower on her canvas. Her brush stroked new lines into it, giving it shading that made it look real. Touchable. He only wished he had a flower like that to give her; something that wasn’t replicated.

All he had were words. And some of them were misspelled.

“Ziyal,” he said, lowering the jumja stick and wiping his sleeve across his face. “What’s your favorite type of flower?”

Ziyal didn’t respond at first, still carefully applying the paint to her canvas. But then she tilted her head and made an acknowledging sound to let him know she’d heard him.

“I think...lilacs. From Bajor.”

“Bajoran lilacs?” He winced at the obviousness of his question, but relaxed as Ziyal chuckled in her uniquely kind sort of way. “And, er,” he said, “What’s your favorite food?”

“Gagh.”

Jake’s eyes widened. “Really?”

Ziyal turned to him in total seriousness. They locked eyes for a moment, and then she burst into giggles as she shook her head.

“No,” she said, “I have to admit I’m not fond of that one. Maybe...root beer.”

“Root beer?”

“And hoddoggs.”

Jake’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Hoddoggs?”

“Yes,” she set down her paintbrush and leaned back against the wall. “The food we eat on the holosuite. When you take me to bazeball games.”

A slow smile spread across Jake’s lips.

“Hot dogs?”

“Yes! That’s it.”

“Also,” Jake laughed, “it’s ‘baseball’.”

“No!” Ziyal gasped, “Have I been saying it wrong this entire time?”

Jake nodded. Ziyal lightly smacked his arm with a little pout on her face.

“You never told me that before! Your father didn’t either.”

“He didn’t?!” Jake shook his head with a smile. “He must really like you. He corrects everyone on baseball terms.”

Ziyal smiled proudly. “I guess I’m pretty special, then.”

“Yeah,” Jake shrugged, then looked deeply into her eyes. “You are.”

They held each other’s gaze for a short moment before they both turned away with blushes on their cheeks. They both looked at their respective crafts, Jake pretending to scrutinize his writing while Ziyal added yet more shading to the same flower.

Then, slowly, they turned back toward each other.

“Hey,” Jake said quietly, “Do you wanna get dinner soon? I heard a shuttle brought in fresh fruits from Bajor this afternoon.”

“That sounds lovely.” Ziyal quickly began storing her paints and brushes. “And afterward...I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk in the garden.”

“Garden?” Jake set down his PADD and stood, helping Ziyal to her feet with an extended hand. “We don’t have a garden on the station.”

Ziyal brushed a finger through her hair, looping it back over her ear. “You do now. I, er...I designed a holosuite program. It’s nothing special, but...”

“I’m sure it’s awesome.”

“Awesome?”

“Yeah, like, awe-inspiring. ‘Awesome’.”

“I like that word,” Ziyal grinned.

“It fits you.”

Jake blushed as soon as he said it. He almost retreated right then, or at least backtracked on his words. But then Ziyal set her hand on his warm cheek, and planted a light kiss on the opposite cheek.

He covered her hand with his trembling fingers and looked into her eyes with a dazed expression.

“You’re pretty ‘awesome’ yourself, Jake.”

She caressed his face as she walked away, then grabbed his hand in her own. She pulled toward the door, then giggled and doubled back as he continued to stand there slack-jawed.

“Come on!” She urged. “The replimat will be busy soon.”

“I’m coming,” he smiled.

Glancing back once more, Jake looked over their art projects and wondered if this was what happiness was. Looking back at Ziyal, he knew his answer.

#ds9 #jake sisko #tora ziyal #i hope you enjoy!#fanfiction #mr spocko does a creativity

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 4 years ago

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Okay what about going to the pumpkin patch and carving them with Calum

I can do that. Reader Insert. No gender or race.

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The air is crisp but not too cool as you sit out in the backyard. Your cup of tea is still steaming. Calum’s mug of coffee is creating small tufts of clouds as its own warmth escapes it into the cooler air. The beanie on Calum’s head is low and covers his forehead and ears as he stands, green bag in hand and tying it close. Duke trots up to the door that leads back inside. The thud of the garbage bin top hardly disrupts the call of the birds flying over head.

“Halloween’s soon. Want to do something?” Calum asks after going inside to wash his hands and settling back down next to you. After the mugs are emptied, the two of you will take Duke for a walk and then the rest of the day will be all to yourself.

You shrug. “Like should we throw a party?”

“Believe me when I say there are plenty of others that have that covered. But possibly a pumpkin carving? Just us? I dunno. Or a group if you want.”

“The patch in town’s probably got slim pickings now.”

“I know about one a little further out that Luke told me about. He and Sierra went to the one close by and said there wasn’t much left to it either.”

“I’d be down for a road trip,” you agree before taking another sip from your mug. The tea’s still warm enough that the moment it touches your tongue you recoil slightly. “Gagh!” you exclaim.

Calum chuckles from next to you. “Patience, young grasshopper.” He digs in the tease by taking a pointed sip of coffee.

“Curse your burnt nerve endings.”

Your walk with Duke is nice. Most of the neighborhood hasn’t waken up yet. It’s early and the sun’s hardly turned the sky a hazy pink to signal the start of the day. As Duke pulls a little on the leash, his nose dug brushing the base of a bush as if something is wrong, Calum makes a quip about being a better pumpkin carver than you.

“That’s a lot of talk there,” you laugh, gazing up into the more normal sky. The sun’s climbed out more from the horizon, the sky it’s bright blue. “Put your money where your mouth is?” you asks.

“You the betting type?”

“Against you, Hood? Any day of the week. But we need to find out who’s judging?”

“Poll on IG. Let the public decide,” Calum returns.

“Fine by me.” The three of you soon start back up and then loop back around to the house. The scents are as new this time around as on the initial loop. Duke is content just to trot along. Back home, you shower and change. You find that it’s at least an hour and half drive so while Calum gets ready, you decide to put together a little basket with some snacks and something for lunch.

“Having a picnic too?” Calum asks as he slips into his leather jacket, noticing the basket in your head.

“Just some snacks. In case.”

He kisses the center of your forehead. “Snacks are always important.”

The two of you discuss what’s the best shape of pumpkin to get and what ideas you have. Though the conversation slowly fizzles out and the twinges of the guitars swell around you from the radio. Gazing out of the window you watch the buildings pass by you. It’s all stationary. All unmoving but somehow constantly moving forward too. And maybe that’s just you. Maybe that’s just you constantly moving forward and like from the window of the car it all seems to be moving with you.

A hand settles into your knee and without thinking you wrap your fingers around Calum’s hand. His thumb brushes along the skin of your hands and it’s just comfort--that’s all you can describe it as as the world stays and you move and Calum rubs and your hand.

Calum takes your hand as you walk into the patch itself. There are more pumpkins that you anticipated being left but you can still some haven’t weathered the test of time too well. Calum spies a pretty decent looking section and tugs on your hand before nodding in that direction. You follow behind him. Pausing him only once to show him the teeny tiny pumpkins. He laughs at the way you pout.

“Go on. Grab one,” he encourages and you zip off to grab the most robust looking one of the tiny ones. It fits all too well in the grip of your curled palm and you finally come to the section Calum noticed.

You turn over pumpkin, pressing inspecting them and trying to envision your design onto it. Calum goes off a little ways, not too far but he too is inspect his choices. You find one that’s tall enough to handle the idea you had for a little cartoon like ghost on the pumpkin and still have some width to it. Clutching your pumpkin close you set the tiny one on top and trot over to Calum, who’s crouched now, tracing over a pumpkin with his fingers. It looks like he’s spelling out something, but you can’t be sure.

“That’s a thinkin’ face if I ever seen one,” you tease.

He looks up, the sun casting the perfect glow around you and the fly aways of your hair. “Yeah thinking of all the ways I can kick your ass carving this pumpkin.”

You scoff. “You don’t have a tiny one. Clearly, two pumpkins are better than one.”

He laughs. “Clearly.”

“Can we stop by a craft store too? I don’t think we have paints at the house and I have an idea that involves painting the tiny one.”

“Yeah, we can make a stop.” Calum places the pumpkin back onto it’s bottom and searches around for another moment. He spies another one that he thinks might be wide enough for his plan. He stands with a small grunt and throws a pointed finger up at you. “Not a peep.”

You roll your lips together to keep the snicker at bay and trot behind him as he carries on and squats yet again at another potential canvas of the squash variety. He traces again with his finger and you watch out over the patch to take in the sounds of some children and possibly teens laughing. Their smiles are big as they survey their pumpkin pickings.

“Alright, you all set?”

“Been set,” you return still watching the young group pick up pumpkins to each the group.

After paying for your pumpkins you set them into the trunk and Calum pulls out the basket. There are some benches right on the edge of the makeshift public lot and Calum suggest a small reprieve to munch on the snacks you packed. Though the food break is short, you enjoy taking the moment just to sneak jelly onto the tip of Calum’s nose.

“Hey!” he calls out with a laugh. He scrunches his nose and face up when you stretch across and lick it off. “You’re disgusting.”

“And you taste like grape jelly.”

Back home, with pumpkin carving sets and paints spread out on the table in the backyard, and old newspapers from the local gas station covering the table, the two of you set out to cut open, deseed, and carve your pumpkins. You sit across from Calum and can only see the way his tongue peeks out from his lips as he takes the sharpie carefully over the ridges and bumps of the pumpkin.

You cut open and pulled out the seeds to the big one but switched to painting your tiny pumpkin first so it could try while you wrestled with your actual carving. The little witches hat is perfect on the tiny one and you set it off the side before exhaling and turning to you big on.

“Scared now? Got you shakin’ in your boots, I reckon. Going up against a professional.” Calum grins, driving the tiny saw into the rind. His sleeves that he previously rolled up are starting to slip.

“You wish. I’m exhaling because I know you want to, but you’re too scared to show that I’m getting into your head.”

Calum pauses, eyebrow raised but you’ve turned attention back to your carving. And it’s true. You are in his head. But not the way you think and the shakes come back. They first started in the pumpkin patch. He was going to stick with you until you picked yours but he needed a moment to breathe. His plan would work. It would all work out. You two had been dating for three years at this point. You had moved in with him. You two had worked out so that you’d spend Christmas one year with your family and the other with his--but you always made sure on the years that you spent Christmas with your family, that you spend News Years with Joy and David in Australia.

You coming home for the holidays, or Calum coming home with you weren’t even a point of discussion--in that it was a big deal. Everyone’s family just knew. Where one of you was, the other wouldn’t be far behind. And it all just fucking worked out. So this would too.

You giggle to yourself, setting the tiny pumpkin into the tiny whole you made so that the hat lines up perfectly onto of your cartoon ghost who’s smiling and there’s a tiny speech bubble with “Trick or treat.” It’s such a silly design but you’re so proud of it, even if your finger are covered in black paint and smell like pumpkin guts.

“Totally kicking your ass, Hood.”

He scoffs. “I doubt it.” He looks at his pumpkin. He couldn’t go with the full design--he needed two pumpkins he realized when he got the patch. He couldn’t get two big ones it would be too suspicious. But the tiny ring he might’ve butchered attempting to carve it with his lack of art skills but it’s not terrible. The question is still legible and that’s the most important.

You put in a tiny tea light and watch the ghost flicker and hand one over to Calum too. “Done?”

“Not quite.”

“Okay. I’m just going to start cleaning up a little bit.” The newspaper holding the pumpkin guts is thankfully layered a few times so it doesn’t make a huge mess as you walk over to the garbage can. You take the hose to try and get the paint off but you efforts will work best with soap and water.

As you settle back down at your side of the table you take a picture of it and watch the way Calum fidgets across from you. “You okay? What’s going on?”

Calum really is a do-or-die situation. He’s already got the pumpkin carved. He just needs to ask. “Not-nothing. It’s okay. I’m done now.” He looks up to you with a tiny smile. It wavers for a second but he continues on before you can ask again. “Reveal on the count of three.”

“Yeah. One.”

“Two.”

“Three,” you two say together and spin the pumpkins around. You hear Duke’s small bark and check for a second but he’s off in the corner tussling with one of his toys and your turn your attention back to the task at hand.

As you turn back around there’s tiny ring box sitting next to Calum’s pumpkin. Open to a gold band. It’s ornate but still simple without being overly decorated with gems. Marry me? is carved into the pumpkin. You gasps looking up to find Calum and he’s hand settles onto your knees, bringing your attention to your side. The tears blur his face for just a moment.

“I know you hate too much attention and even the thought of asking this in some stuffy overpriced restaurant wasn’t ideal for me either. But we’ve had a really great three years. And I love you. I don’t know how else to say it is. I want as many years with you as you’ll give me. So, will you marry me?”

You nod before your teeth, tongue and lips and push out the word, “Yes.” Once you can speak, you chant yes over and over even as Calum slips the ring onto your ring and you slip down out of your chair to burrow your face into his chest. “Oh my god, yes. I’d be so honored to marry you,” you exhale bringing your head up to gaze at him. “So, so honored.”

The kiss is soft and short and you both giggle into you. “My ghost pumpkin seems so stupid now.”

“Your witch ghost is so cute. And thank you. For allowing me into your life.”

#calum hood #calum hood fluff #calum hood imagine #calum hood x reader #calum hood x reader insert #calum hood blurb #5sos #5sos blurb #5sos fluff #5sos imagine #h writes #halloween blurb night 2020 #asks #answered #anon

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 2 years ago

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Into the Ocean: Part 1.

...

...Hey...You ok?

Huh? Oh yeah uh...

Just thinking about something...Even if Emilia Feng made it, I can’t help but admire how impressive this place is...I mean, it’s real similar to Hope’s Peak...maybe a little smaller, but still.

She’s really showing off with this. Put money into an academy that’s underwater, only so you can use it to murder people.

Yeah, I see what you mean.

*They walk down the hallway in silence, looking at the hallways that are lined with fish tanks and other such devices.

In spite of how the academy is dusty and hasn’t been explored for a long time, it has retained it’s beauty.

Well, I mean...it’s not like it’s an ancient building. It was only abandoned a few years ago.

It’s rough...when you remember that some of the world’s most beautiful and amazing things come from the mind of terrible. horrible people.

Hey...Makoto...what do you think Emilia Feng would have done with this place if she’d successfully won the Killing Game?

If you want my opinion? Well, we know she was planning on killing the remaining students in the end. Oliver included.

And she always intended to murder...what was his name...? Ash Sivalle, despite the fact that he had been paid to work for her.

Emilia didn’t want this getting out by any means necessary...and the reason why isn’t just because of her reputation.

I think she was planning on repeating the process.

You mean she would’ve held another game after the first...!?

Then one after that, and another one after that...All for an endless, sick-minded experiment.

And with that logic, she’ll probably subject a lot of innocent people to another Killing Game if we don’t stop her...

Right. Now if I was a crazy evil CEO, where would I be?

This looks like as good a place as any.

Yeah...Because this TOTALLY doesn’t look like a trap.

You knew what we were getting into the moment we came down here. Of course she set a trap. She’s the one who called us out.

???: And like a fool...You took the bait.

Huh?

Where are-?

*CLUNK!* *CLUNK!* *CLUNK!* *WHIIIIRR!*

*There are loud mechanical noises, as all of a sudden, a large hole opens up in the center of the room, and something begins to rise out.

...What is...?

!!!???

MAKOTO! GET DOWN!

HUH!?

*CLICK!* *RATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATAT!!!*

WAGH!

NGH!

*Komaru and Makoto dive out of the way, as a huge turret rises out of the hole and starts shooting at them!

So, you finally showed yourself! I was beginning to get bored!

That voice...!

Feng!

*Emilia’s voice sounds out loudly through a speaker in the manual turret.

In the flesh! Well...no, not quite.

Still hiding I see! Why don’t you get out of there and face us!?

And suffer the most traumatic beatdown of my life? No...I’d rather just riddle you with holes.

*RATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATAT!!!*

AGH!

MOVE!

*The cover proves to be almost completely ineffective. The turret, piloted by Emilia, tears it apart like paper.

Tch...!

Uh...!

Hm...you aren’t Canzanilla, or my son, or any of their little friends...which means you must be the missing members of the Future Foundation, right?

...

You must be Makoto Naegi...that frizzy haired friend of yours seemed really confident you would save him...

Hiro!?

Where is he!?

...

Answer me!

...Sorry...I got lost in thought there. I was just wondering something.

What’s that?

I was picturing the sweet sensation of the look on his face when I present to him your CORPSE!

*RATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATAT!!!*

AGH!

MOVE!

I AM!

*They dive out of the line of fire again, their cover options shortening by the second.

*pant!* *pant!* *pant!*

You know...I wouldn’t be so brazen with my bullets Feng! You’re contracted with Tsumugi Shirogane, right?

Shirogane needs us alive for her own little experiment. So if you kill us, you’ll never hear the end of it from her! Surely, as a fellow mad scientist, who also held a Killing Game, you could understand.

I do understand...and to that, I reply with this.

*RATATATATATAT!!!*

GAGH!

MAKOTO!

*Emilia shoots at the cover once again, and this time, one of the rounds pierces Makoto’s shoulder!

My contract with Shirogane ended the moment you exposed me to the public! The moment you became pawns of Maya Canzanilla, and her shitty little crime fighting squad!

RUUGH!

*POW!* *POP!*

!!!??

*RATATATATATATATATATATAT!!!*

EGH!

*Komaru jumps out of hiding, and fires a powerful hacking bullet at Emilia’s turret. It does nothing. Not even stun her for a brief moment, much less damage the weapon.

You call me a psychotic manipulator, but you’re the one’s who bought into those faggots goals! They sent you down here to be sacrifices against the one woman who would resist their tyranny!

Tyranny!?

They cause problems because they’re attention seeking cretins! They don’t belong in our world! Had you not stopped the Kerokuma Initiative, who do you think it would have targeted first!?

*RATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATAT!!!*

They are saving their own skins! NOTHING MORE!

*pant!* *pant!* *pant!*

Makoto...!

I’m ok...!

...

*Makoto reaches over and pats Komaru on the shoulder.

We can do this...Come on...!

We’re Naegi’s, goddammit...!

...!

...

...Yeah...

*Realizing ducking down and hiding behind cover won’t do them any good, Makoto and Komaru leave their hiding space.

...

...You want us? We’re ready for you.

*The stand in front of the turret, determined. They glare straight at the device, their hopeful eyes piercing through the steel layers.

Tch...that expression of sheer Hope and determination...I’ll commend you on your bravery, but God does it irk me...!

And your very existence irks us...!

Listen Feng...Even if we take a few bullets, we’re not the kinds of people who’ll stop fighting. Even if we lose a leg or an arm!

What a coincidence! I’m the same...I am the answer to all of society’s problems, and I will not stop until my legacy is brought to fruition!

...

I’ll ask you again...before I pump you full of lead...Are you sure that a titan like me is something you want to come up against? You want to test MY resolve against yours?

!!!

*Simultaneously, Makoto and Komaru run in opposite directions.

...Very well then...Feel free to try...!

//MAKOTO NAEGI AND KOMARU NAEGI VS EMILIA FENG!//

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #danganronpa 1 #dr1 #hyper danganronpa h2o #hdrh2o #makoto naegi #komaru naegi #emilia feng #into the ocean arc

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heartwoodventures · 5 years ago

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Under the Mask

After landing with a thud Nazyl would feel slightly lightheaded from the sudden teleport, his surroundings different from where he once fought off the voidsent with his companions. From the way the trees looked, he could tell he was still within the Shroud but it was off, the pressure of voidsent was all over the area and even around the trees a fleshy substance was starting to form.

The sound of small cackling echoed throughout the area, masks floated around the area but one stuck out from the others that had made root into a tree that flesh was oozing out of.

“Dammit, I got careless…was bound ta happen one o’ these suns…” He reached up to brush at his chin, blinking some, “…Don’t think I’m dead. Hmph, devil probableh couldn’t find a way ta eat me…wouldn’t get anehthin’ outta it.” He spoke to himself, mostly to keep himself grounded as everything around him quickly turned to a hellish landscape, “Where is this…?” Getting up to get a better look at his surroundings, stopping on the mask rooted into the tree. A chill ran down his spine, panic suddenly gripping him…but no, that voidsent is dead. Gamigin is no longer. Something evil had rooted itself into the wood as a means to anchor itself here, "What the hells…”

The masks that floated around the area all turned towards the lalafell, their mouths opening and closing, making a clicking sound as if to communicate with one another. The larger mask on the tree had slits where the eyes would be that started to glow an eerie purple.

Nazyl may have developed an irrational fear of masks…though given what he had to go through before this, that was understandable, the moving and clicking causing the hairs on his neck to stand on end. Mythrite was drawn, and in his shield hand rested a bottle of holy water, “This where ye’ve set up huh?!” He shouted up at the masks, “Always got a place ta return ta eh? Not while I’m here ye don’t. Yer time here has come ta an end!” He pointed the blade up at them, winding his left hand back.“Hope the othahs made it out alright…they seemed green, but they can handle a single persona aye…?”

The larger mask’s mouth started to creak open and once it was fully open a banshee of a scream fell from its jaws, it rattled the area around them and the smaller voidsents screamed in delight as they darted through the air. A clear sign the leader had given its orders already.

Nazyl flinched, his eyes going shut from the shrill noise. That was it, the start, and the demons now flew around him. He was alone in an unfamiliar place, with darkness all around–the normal for a void hunter. He recovered, frowning and readying himself, watching the moving voidsent carefully, “…Wondah if that pearl will work here…” He mused, pouring a trickle of the water down his sword, igniting it in white flames.

Five small voidsent charged at the lalafell with great speed, their mouths opened wide and an icy mist could be seen forming within their open jaws. One after the other they launched at him like little torpedo’s, they weren’t aiming for any vital areas but mainly for his limbs.

The void hunter let the demons come for him…he was in his element here. With a turn of the wrist, the first was dashed across his shield, and with that motion he flowed into a flaming arc that parried another, metal against darkened fangs in a deadly, flashy dance that left him unscathed, affording no openings, and when they came about for another round, they were met with fierce counter strikes, another flowing dance that had the white-hot blade sever the lesser voidsent cleanly in two, bashing the others into the ground to finish them off, their cries music to his ringing ears. The butchering ended with their ashes, pointing the blade back up at the master mask, “Now ye’ve realleh done it.”

The lesser voidsent that remained clicked their jaws as they watched their brethren die in front of them. Each one turned to the tree as if wondering what to do next, clearly outmatched by the voidsent slayer. The leader opened its mouth again and inhaled deeply to suck in the lesser masks into its mouth, five of them in total went in and the leader snapped its mouth shut. The slits of its eyes grew brighter and its ‘mouth’ seemed to move as something formed within it.

Once it was done 'chewing’ its mouth opened and a large blob slid out of its mouth and dropped to the ground with a thud, something within seemed to be trying to punch its way out and seconds later five masks shot out and found its home on the body. Limbs shooting out just like the last one he fought back with his companions Nazyl was now faced to face alone with the same creature he once battled before.

Nazyl frowned. He couldn’t reach the mask above but doing this had to cost it some manner of aether to perform…in essence, it couldn’t keep this up forever. The question was…how long did he have to fight to get to that point? Even now it simply felt like a test, “Just ye wait…” He growled, stepping forward, but only to throw the bottle of sanctified liquid right towards the reformed persona, “Die damn ye!”

The Persona roared in pain as its body fell to the ground, its mouths clicking rapidly as its limbs sucked back into its body as if trying to hide from the void hunter. Its mouths opened and closed slowly as if it were trying to calm itself from the pain…..or was it really. Without warning the four tendrils that were its limbs shot out from underneath Nazyl in an attempt for a surprise attack. It was a crafty bugger and the lalafell would have to be quick on his feet to dodge its limbs.

The Lalafell squinted, mayhaps he should start with the holy tools first to debilitate it…and before he knew it, black tendrils whipped from the dark and struck him from underneath, lashing across his chest, legs and arms, forcing him back with his shield up, "GAGH! Bastard, had me fooled fer a nonce…” He spat, “Alright…” He held his now quenched sword at the ready, testing the defenses of the tendrils with quick, snapping strikes.

The tendrils swatted away the strikes and those that hit felt like small paper-cuts to the beast, the four tendrils waved in a frenzy as each one came slamming back down towards the ground to slam into Nazyl causing his shield to be battered away, forcing him back yet again with another lashing, dripping blood beneath him, “Tch…” He unhooked another bottle, “I shoulda waited fer Go Bi ta finish me blade…” He tossed the holy water towards the appendages and rushed to follow with a spinning strike, hoping to catch the flames on his sword again. Mayhaps he should try and back off if he could defeat this incarnation.

The limbs waved wildly as one was cut clean off and fell to the ground, wiggling as the flames swallowed it and soon nothing was left but ash on the ground where the tendril once was. The voidsent roared in pain as it lost one of its arms, one of the masks sunk into the body before reappearing on one of the tendrils, its mouth opening wide to spew a large amount of ice towards Nazyl, covering even the ground below the void hunters feet to make it difficult for him to move.

He dove to get away from the ice, kicking off the forest debris to launch himself towards the newly formed mask, spinning into an aerial sawblade to shred the face into pieces–the source of a persona’s power. Without that, it would diminish in power at least.

The mask slammed its head into the blade and a sickening cracking noise reached the lalafell’s ears, the mask had cracked from the blow but it would still be able to fight and that’s exactly what it did. Opening wide the voidsent clamped down onto Nazyl’s sword and lashed the man back and forth through the air to make the swordsman let go of his weapon.

Nazyl held fast, quickly clapping his other hand onto the mask to keep himself from being flung. it was here he used the opportunity to bash his shield into the mask repeatedly, in an attempt to shatter the rest of it into tiny pieces, “What kinda persona…are ye?! Ye got more fortitude than an aurochs!”

With a final blow from Nazyl’s shield the mask finally crumbled into tiny pieces and releasing Nazyl’s sword from its hold, and when that mask vanished so did that tendril however he still had two more to worry about and the voidsent wasn’t too happy Nazyl was out besting it. The last two remaining limbs started to rapidly smash against the ground in an attempt to squish its target.

Nazyl had its number now. His study of this strangely powerful persona had yielded some results, and that he could predict the movements of each tendril before it struck, deftly bounding out of the way and far from their reach, panting, “Definiteleh got a lot ta work with here…” He withdrew a silver knife and held it between his fingers, narrowing his eyes at the multitude of masks beyond the writhing black. He spun to throw it with heavy force, aiming to at least pierce one mask with it, reaching for his ear afterward to open the line, “Dunno if anehone can hear this, but this is Nazyl Tharazyl, stuck in a remote…part o’ the Shroud with heaveh void activiteh. I’m requestin’ assistance.”

As the knife flew through the air and at its target a small 'thunk’ was heard as it hit one of the masks but had done no damage to it. The swordsman would hear his linkpearl start to flicker with static as a voice spoke up over it. “Nazyl!? By the twelve I’m on my way.” The voice would be familiar to him and he could hear the sound of heavy boots hitting the ground along with the sound of a chamber door closing shut. “Whatever yer dealin’ with out there try and hide till I’m able to get to you.”

“Hm…Normalleh ye can’t hide from the void, but…” He stared at the tendrils and persona, “The seals might make me hidden aftah all…” He assumed a defensive stance, putting the shield at the front.

The tendrils shot back underground and back to its home within the voidsent, its arms returning to normal and it started to crawl its way around the area, mouths opening and closing to make the clicking noise that bounced around the area.

Nazyl held still, confused at first. Was he so invisible to it already? The clicking seemed odd…until he had a thought. It’s trying to locate him through sound. If he posed as still debris, he may be able to buy himself time…he could hope that the person on the other line knew where to find him.

Mouth clicking faster it faced Nazyl’s direction and at an alarming rate the Persona shot towards the void hunter, its hands digging into the ground to drag it across the ground and didn’t stop when it reached Nazyl. Its body went to slam into his shield with great force and the void hunter would either have to block the attack or move out of the way.

The lalafell went wide-eyed at the sudden lunge. He was right, it was trying to find him through sound. His body lurched to the side and he turned, now that that main body of the demon was here, he swung out his blade into the black mass to tear into it as it sped by. It must be able to find his heartbeat and breathing. “Yer luckeh I don’t got Atgalia with me…ye’d be dust alreadeh.”

One of the masks was quick to move in the way where the blade wanted to strike its exposed body, its mouth jittering as if laughing to mock the Lalafell for not being quick enough. Its hands dug into the ground and its large body rotated in a circle to slam into Nazyl, not giving the poor lalafell much time to catch a break.

Nazyl Tharazyl turned to meet the swiftly moving persona, too fast for him to react as it forced its whole weight onto him, slamming him into the ground. He felt his body shriek in pain, feeling fatigued and the damage begin to catch up with him, “L-laugh at me will ye…” He had a dangerous plan in this position…a last resort to keep himself from dying in this rotten hell. He grabbed the voidsent with one hand, and unhooked his last bottle with the other, only to shove it straight into the black mass and squeeze hard enough to shatter the glass.

One of the masks ripped itself from the body that held the shattered bottle and whatever contents were within it, flying off to a distance the voidsent started to shake before bursting into a million pieces. The last remaining masks moved over the body to make their main focus on the downed lalafell, they all opened their mouths in sync with one another but before they could do anything a blast was heard that took the mask off the voidsent and something slammed down onto it. “Not on my watch ya damn beast!” Gunblade stabbed into the void N'yami held the voidsent in place so Nazyl could gain his footing again. “Get up and move away if ya can while I have it locked down!” The voidsent thrashed back and forth to try to get the gunblade wielding Miqo'te off its back.

“Right on time…” He half chortled, turning to punch the ground, forcing himself up to move and gain his bearings. He fished for a potion, something to keep the pain away, for now, gulping whatever he had down, “I owe ye one.”

“Can owe me a drink once we get out of here.” N'yami grinned down at Nazyl before reaching into her pocket to pull out something marble shaped to toss within one of the voidsents mouth. Removing her gunblade from the beast the Seeker jumped down from the beast and snatched Nazyl off the ground. “Sorry sorry sorry sorry! Gotta move gotta move!” The sorry’s were a mixture of the discomfort she was probably causing for Nazyl's battle wounds and also for carrying him like a sack of popotos. It was with good intentions cause not a moment later a large blast went off that caused the voidsent to explode and the explosion itself caused a large knockback that sent the two tumbling to the ground to roll a few fulms. “Shit! Nazyl you alright?!”

Nazyl was ready to continue fighting…but the Seeker had decided otherwise, her arm sweeping him right up, a confused noise escaping him, “Wh-what?! HEY! We’re just gonna leave it here?! It’s–!” He was immediately interrupted by a massive blast, sending him rolling into the red floor. Slightly dazed, he waited until the world stopped spinning to sit up, “Urgh…” He groaned. “…..That bettah have killed it…there’s more….”

“What do you mean there’s more!?!?” Looking back over to the tree the Seeker noticed the large mask that had made its home on the large tree as it let out a shrill shriek. “Oh gods there’s more…..” Ears laid flat against her head N'yami had to figure out a plan to get them both out of here. “How much fight you got left in ya?”

“It got me a couple of times…drew blood, n’ near crushed me. I’ve dulled the pain some with some medicine, but that’s not gonna last ferevah. I’ll fight 'em 'till I draw me last breath, but I get the feelin’ ye won’t accept that as an option."Nazyl Tharazyl stood, dusting the blood and gore off, "I’ll keep fightin’ as long as ye can.”

N'yami Synch gritted her teeth as she stared at the voidsent, both of them were stuck in a bad situation luckily N'yami’s carbuncle Whackara was already heading back to Heartwood to report where the two’s location was. “Stick close to me, you owe me a drink remember? That means we’re getting out.” Sliding into position the Seeker took a defensive stance in front of her friend and the lalafell would feel an immense amount of aetherical pressure coming off her as her ruby orbs started to glow. Even the voidsent could sense it and the smaller ones started to dive down towards N'yami and Nazyl while in the back the larger persona started to shake and the roots of the voidsent popped up from under the ground.

"This again…“ Nazyl steeled himself for the onslaught, catching many of the smaller swarming demons with well-placed bashes and slashes, but fatigue caused him to slip, letting one through to strike him from behind, his tunic tearing, "Damn ye…”

The gunblade user twirled on her toes as her blade danced through the air to slice the voidsent that were unlucky to connect with it, the Seeker didn’t realize how fast the little bastards were one slammed into her stomach while the last into her back. She coughed up a pained noise but there was no time for the two to expect what was to come, large tendrils shot towards them while they were distracted by the smaller voidsents.

The tendrils grabbed them each by the leg and dragged them down, starting to slowly drag the two towards the tree to hold them hostage there. N'yami tried blasting the tendril with her gunblade but it seemed the thing wouldn’t budge even after the shots it took. “What in the seven hells is this!? Let go ya bastard!”

Nazyl repeatedly stabbed at the tendril, but without the holy enchantments his hunting blade had, he feared he wouldn’t be getting very far. Even with the silver he managed to draw and thrust into the devil’s flesh, it didn’t seem to be enough, and he had exhausted the rest of his tools, “What do ye hope ta gain with me eh?! Ye won’t get nothin’ outta me!” He glanced to Yami, a frown forming. She was far more at risk. He twisted his body, and with a roar he swung out in a large arc towards Yami’s captor, hoping to free her at least from the clutches of the demon. He’d be without strength to free himself…but the voidsent wouldn’t get anything from taking him alive.

Nazyl grunted as his blade didn’t cut through all the way, his hand slipping from the handle. He wondered if mayhaps he needed more training….this sword was impeccably well made, yet he found almost no use from it since he obtained it. That world did more to him than he had thought, “C'mon…” He caused the void quite a bit of pain, with a painful roar the tendril N'yami was held captive in thrashed in every direction. “I’m not a fan of this!” The Seeker squeaked out as she attempted to keep her stomach calm. “Not a fan at all!” N'yami tried her best to aim her gunblade at the spot Nazyl had cut into as she swung through the air, it was now or never so she took the shot and another scream from the mask echoed throughout the area and with one quick flick of its tendril the Seeker was sent straight into its mouth and all Nazyl would see is Yami’s final attempt to keep him safe as a ball of aether was sent flying towards him to absorb around him. The aether that covered the lalafell was comforting as if he were being hugged by someone to keep him safe. “They’ll be here soon just hang on a bit longer!” She yelled from the mouth before it slammed shut.

He watched in horror as the Seeker was devoured, “NO! Ye…yer the one who’s in danger from this!” he cried out, but it was fruitless. Nothing he could do now, when his weapon had fallen to the floor, and he was out of tools. His strength had waned, and he could do little but stare at the mask with sheer hatred. If the rest of them showed up, he’d make sure this thing wouldn’t go back to the void–he was going to destroy it permanently.

All the two could do was wait for help to arrive and hope that it got here quickly, the tendril brought Nazyl towards the tree to stick him against the flesh of the tree to hold him hostage. Will Heartwood make it in time to save their comrades?

#heartwood ventures #Heartwood plots #nazyl tharazyl #n'yami synch #ffxiv balmung #balmung rp #voidsent #ffxiv rp

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cristobalrios · 5 years ago

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//Total count of my potential ideas for the Star Trek Fandom Potluck:

Star Trek Fandom(s) - Star Trek: Picard, crossover with Star Trek: Deep Space Nine for one of them - Collection of drabbles with each of my RP ships of Rios cooking for/with his significant other: Rios/Agnes @agnespjurati, Rios/Sylar @plaktow-ed, Rios/Anna @manenimittliv, Rios/Kira @kiranerysmajor, Rios/Ellie @bakcr - Already have an ask in asking if OCs are acceptable in fics -- If they don’t want OCs, the Agnebal one and the one of Rios/Kira would still work. -- Bones and I have talked about several food-related headcanons for Syrios so that one might be a separate thing of a Syrios-specific food-related one-shot collection

Star Trek Fandom(s) - Star Trek: Picard - Bones and I also just talked about Sylar and Elnor discussing bread so that’s an option

Star Trek Fandom(s) - Star Trek: Picard - Elnor and Kestra bonding on Nepenthe - Elnor bakes bread Qowat Milat-style for Kestra as they bond and she decides to teach him how to make the Bunnicorn Pizza

Star Trek Fandom(s) - Star Trek: Voyager/Star Trek: Deep Space Nine crossover, post-series for both, going into Star Trek: Picard-related things - Neelix meeting Vic Fontaine. A conversation over dinner gives him the idea of including a Hospitality Hologram in the Basic Installation Package he knows that Doc is on the creative team for

Star Trek Fandom(s) - Star Trek: Picard pre-series, potentially a Star Trek: Deep Space Nine crossover - The time Rios almost ate gagh, dared by a Klingon friend to eat it but saved when his friend’s brother causes a bar fight with a group of Nausicaans they have to help him with

#star trek: picard #cristobal rios #elnor #kestra #neelix #vic fontaine #Doc #Kira Nerys #maybe some other characters?#fandompotluck

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sshbpodcast · 3 years ago

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Who has the most honor: The best Klingons in Star Trek

By Ames

Prepare for battle because this week we’re moving onto one of the most prolific and developed alien races in all of Star Trek: the Klingons! There’s a lot of honor to go around as we’ve been visiting these space baddies since the very beginning in TOS; brought crewmembers into the main casts of TNG, DS9, and VOY, thus deepening the depiction of their species; viewed more of their history in ENT and DIS; and glimpsed them in many non-canon sources as you’ll see in one of the most obscure references we’ve made to date!

Join A Star to Steer Her By as we pick our favorite Klingons. You’re going to see A LOT of overlap this week, so there was no need for a gik’tal for a change, though my mek’leth is ever at the ready. Today is a good day to read on below, follow along in the podcast coverage (discussion starts at 1:03:07), and grab up some gagh to munch on as we celebrate some of the finest warriors of the galaxy!

Jake – No petaqs allowed!

Martok

Kor

K’Ehleyr

All of Jake’s Klingon picks are more than just badasses with bat’leths to back them up. We see the complex past of Martok who lifted himself up by his own massive bootstraps and even survived a Jem’Hadar prison to finally become Klingon Chancellor, we get practically the whole life story of Kor who made tentative peace with James Kirk in TOS and had a bombastic friendship with pretty much every version of Dax in DS9, and we share some bloodwine with Worf’s Par'Mach'kai K’Ehleyr and not for the last time…

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Ames – Klingon girls get it done

K’Ehleyr

Grilka

L’Rell

I’m using my three picks to shout out to all my ladies of Q’onos. We’re still not done lauding K’Ehleyr for being one of the best all-around Klingons whose halfbreed nature filled out her character with diplomacy, brilliance, empathy, combat skills, and a sense of humor like none other. Let’s also raise our warnogs to Grilka, who fought against the sexist Klingon laws by using those same laws to her advantage by marrying Quark, and to L’Rell, the mother of the Klingon Empire who rose to become Chancellor of the Klingon High Council!

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Chris – The Genesis of Klingons

Kruge

Martok

K’Ehleyr

Chris’s favorites really set the standard for what comes to mind when we think of a modern Klingon. When we meet Kruge in The Search for Spock, the whole race really comes into its own, stepping away from the mostly one-dimensional Klingons we met in The Original Series. Without Christopher Lloyd, we wouldn’t see the big personalities, obsession with combat, and strict warrior codes that we see throughout the rest of the franchise, especially in Chris’s other honorable faves whom we’ve already discussed!

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Caitlin – Experience bij!

K’Ehleyr

Martok

Kavok

Caitlin is without honor so her answer needs explaining for anyone who hasn’t played the 1993 Star Trek: The Next Generation Interactive VCR Board Game - A Klingon Challenge. In the thin plot, Robert O’Reilly plays Kavok (totally not Gowron, probably for copyright reasons, wink) and shouts at you at points throughout the game, usually to force the players to “Experience Bij!” as a random roll for punishment. It’s stressful and complicated, like any good Klingon encounter worth its salt, and we’d highly recommend it for Kavok alone.

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So it’s a sweep for our all-time favorite Klingon: K’Ehleyr! Qapla’ and sorry about the whole Duras thing. We’ve still got more alien races to spotlight, so make sure you’re following along with us here. You can also continue on our voyage through Voyager on SoundCloud, do battle with us on Facebook and Twitter, and drink your prune juice – a warrior’s drink!

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philipgoonboy · 3 years ago

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JOANNA'S PATH DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE

After dancing till the early morning Joanna and her friends went back to their rented apartment without these horny Czech boys, all her girlfriends wouldn't think about fucking other men , while on the other hand, Joanna wanted a p0rn c0cks to destroy her holes, not some boys from the club but real alpha big c0ck men to abuse her hard.

She was the only one who didn't took a single drink so while her friends were in bed with intense hangover, Joanna decided to get up early and roam around the city to find some excitement, even she didn't know what she is looking for but she definitely didn't want to explore the city and architecture.

After she had breakfast in the beautiful fast food type bar and had a early morning coffee she had spend next hours walking around, and although her mind was somewhere else she couldn't not to see the beauty of that city and old Town.

But for Joanna magic was somewhere else, and it was way different than how most "normal" girls would view magic, and certainly she was the only tourist that was fantasising about being at the legalp0rno set

She was exploring the city in hope something will happen and that she might stumble upon one of the p0rn girls, yes, that was a drive that was pushing her around while the gagh gagh gagh c0ck sucking noises were like a soundtrack in her mind, so filthy, she was wet already, and the more she thought about it the hornier she became.

"I might do something really stupid" , she thought, she was too horny and her mind was shutting down.

In next moment Joanna will see something that will make her legs shake and tremble while her heart will beat in her throat.

She was right in front of two guys she recognized from the legalp0rno scenes.

At first she wasn't 100% sure but it was obvious those were two white guys who are well known to f*ck like total maniacs, and they had huge thick c0cks.

Seconds later one of the girls arrives, and Joanna loses her mind even more, it was one Italian p0rn sl*t.

"Omg it can't be"

Her mind was racing like crazy and the moment they all entered in a car Joanna has waved her hand to taxi and decided to follow them.

"I lost my mind, what am I doing, here in a foreing city all on my own following other people like some stalker"

They followed the car for a long time, Joanna was more intimidated the longer they been driving.

They went far from the center, over the bridge and they continued to drive.

After about 20 minutes of driving they finally stopped in front of this bulding.

She told to a taxi driver to keep driving just a bit more so they don't notice they have been followed by her.

She quickly took a wallet from the purse and throw the money into a old taxi drivers face, and exited while observing how two p0rn guys and a girl enter inside.

She manages to enter before the door got locked, and was behind them on literally few meters while they been climbing the steps.

First floor, second, third, and they stopped, laughing and speaking some weird english mixed with Czech and italian.

She was behind the wall while taking a sneek peek and in that moment they enter in this apartment and close the door.

She was now left in a hallway of this old bulding and all she could do is either go downstairs and take a taxi back to center, or do the most crazy thing and knock at a door, or third that seemed like a best option, to put her ear on the door and try to see what is going on inside, before she even put her head on the door she heard loud screams and moans of what it appears to be two girls, they been cursing on some foreign language but every now and then they would

say "f*ck me daddy oh yeah f*ck my ass" while other girl was laughing like some possesed demon, the screms and moans, sounds were so loud Joanna couldn't believe it, she was so wet, dripping wet and she desperately wanted to get in, to see it for herself, just for a moment.

End of part 2

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