#what a load of carp

[stoned-rat]

The new steam version of dwarf fortress is amazing and I fucking love seeing how many people are enjoying these silly little guys and their misadventures. So here is a random collection of things I love about dwarf fortress, it's community, and it's history. (Plus some personal anecdotes)

-That one time fish became one of the games greatest threats

-That one mod that brings deadly carps back

-Training dwarven children with "danger rooms" filled with wooden spikes

-New training mechanics being added to prevent players from throwing all their children into spike pits

-When players posted their best mermaid genocide blueprints, and the creators had to patch the game AGAIN to stop their players from commiting outrageous war crimes

-bOATS and the lack there of

-The game is under halfway done according to it's creators. The game has been in development for 20 years.

-not only do you have gay, asexual, and bisexual dwarves, but animals too. Wondering why you arent getting any chicks? Sorry, your rooster likes cock.

-That one time I wasn't thinking and built a baracks next to a waterfall and my military kept throwing themselves to their deaths

-No race is actually "evil." Goblins and animal people can even join your fort and become valuable citizens.

-Elves are cannibals.

-The game being considered notoriously hard, but actually having extremely customizable difficulty settings. You will just get bored of everything going well.

-That one mod in the steam workshop that changes all the models to have giant tits

-The way dwarves will just refuse to do what you want them too

-Forts falling to their knees because cats kept adopting dwarves and having kittens until the game won't load anymore.

-The fact there are canonically no boats, but dwarves will continue to migrate to your haunted glacier year after year.

-When rain causes PTSD

-Guiding nobles under a bridge so you can lower it and they are literally crushed out of existence

-pangolins are invincible, and your hunters will pass out from exhaustion before killing one.

-The steam version coming out with a glitch that causes archers to not pick up crossbow bolts, but instead bash their enemies to death with their crossbows.

-Anyone's first attempt at redirecting a brook

-The game will always be available for free. The ASCII version will stay available for free download on Bay12, and will continue to be developed alongside the steam version. The premium/steam version was introduced to help the creators afford medical costs and thousands of people came out to buy a game that has been free for nearly two decades, and always will be.

-When asked what plans the creators had now that they were millionaires, they both said they had been more focused on the dwarves than the money and don't even know what they will do with all of it, beyond take care of themselves and keep working on the dwarves.

[idontknowmyownmind]

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[oreolemur]

Hey... I loved your fics so much... can you please write a story where Gojo and reader(female reader) are married but geto Noncons her when Gojo wasn't at home and when Gojo come back to home and saw those.... Geto made Gojo believe that the reader made him do that .... ( Pls give it a interesting ending)💖

Enjoy!

“You don’t have to do this”, you cried , lying underneath Geto. He had you tied to you and Satoru’s bed. “Please, Geto”. He stripped you down to nothing, removing his own clothes as well. The man got on top of you, smiling. “Stop begging”, he said. “You know you want this. I’ve seen the way you look at me. Especially at your own wedding”.  Geto lowered his head, staring deep into your eyes. “Besides��it’s just the two of us here anyway. I knew the moment you opened that door it was an invitation to fuck you”. He kissed your lips, forcing  a whine out of you. His tongue forced its way inside your mouth, licking the inside of your cheek. A trail of spit came out as he pulled away from your face. “Geto please”, you cried more. He rubbed his thumb over your lip, soothing you. “Shh. It’s ok”, he chuckled. 

His hands roamed your body, fondling your breasts. He squeezed them, pulling and pinching at your nipples. “I see why Satoru is obsessed with you. You have a nice body”. He leaned into your chest, latching onto your tit. “Mm”, he moaned, sucking. His finger flicked your other nipple, twisting it in between his thumb and index. Geto looked up at your tearful face. He took your tit out of his mouth, slapping it. “Stop crying, honey”, he cooed. “You’re just making me harder”. You looked down, seeing the boner he had. “Stare at it longer and I’ll get you pregnant”, he warned. He began to stroke his cock, making you uncomfortable. You looked the other way, but Geto grabbed your face. “Ah ah, look at it”, he ordered. You tried your best not to, but his grip only tightened. “Look at it, y/n”, he said.

Without a choice you had your eyes glued to his dick. He jerked off slowly, inching closer and closer to your pussy. He rubbed your clit with his tip, causing you to blush. The man chuckled, seeing your reaction. He pumped his cock faster, letting out small moans as he was close to cumming. You watched it pulsate right before loads of white thick liquid spurted out of the tip. You felt his warm cum land on your cunt. “Look what you made me do”, he said, rubbing his cock on your pussy. He slipped the tip in, stretching open your walls. Geto folded your legs, making your knees press against your chest. He shoved his cock deep inside you, smiling. “You’re so tight too”.

He fucked you hard, bruising your cervix. You cried out in pain as you begged him to stop. “It hurts. P-please stop”. He wiped away your tears with his thumb. “Not until I’m finished”, he said. You felt his dick slid in and out of you as he moaned. Geto’s cock fits snugly inside you. “You take me so well”, he grunted, fucking you harder and deeper. Just as he was about to spill his load into you, Gojo walked into the room. He stared at the two of you. “Satoru…please get him off me”, you cried. Geto looked at him, smiling. “Oh Satoru…looks like you came at the right time”, the man chuckled. Gojo lunged forward, punching him in the face. “Untie me”, you begged him. Satoru undid your restraints, making you cover up with a blanket. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”, he asked Geto.

The long-haired male sat on the floor, laughing. “What’s wrong with your wife? She’s the one who wanted me”. He got up, proceeding to dress himself. “He’s lying, Satoru”, you said. “He raped me”. Gojo was furious, he walked over to his “best friend”, sending blows to his face. The two fought on the floor, making you cry even more. “How could you!?”, Gojo shouted. Suguru couldn’t stop laughing. “She wanted it”, he said. Satoru kept hitting him, but you begged the man to stop. “You’re gonna kill him”, you said. He sent one final blow to his face, making the blood from his nose drip onto the carpet. “Get out”, the man said. Geto stood up, wiping his nose. “You don’t believe me do you, Satoru?”, he asked. “But, you’ll see sooner or later”. With that being said, Suguru left. Gojo comforted you as you cried into his chest. “I’m sorry, darling”, he said. 

❤~Time Skip~❤

After that day, something changed inside you. You couldn’t get over what happened. “I can still feel his hands on me”, you said, getting out of the shower. You wondered what you could’ve done to provoke him. After all, it wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy him fucking you. That’s right. You loved what he did. Thoughts of Geto flooded your mind as you felt your clit beating. “This isn’t right”, you tried to ignore it, but you couldn’t. You spread your legs, sitting down on the toilet. “This is the last time”, you told yourself, beginning to masturbate. You felt bad, but what else could you do? You moaned loud, calling out Geto’s name. “Geto…Geto”, you whined. Your fingers worked your clit hard. You squirmed around in pleasure, wishing the man was here. “I can’t tell Satoru about this”. Little did you know, all that moaning you did woke him up. His ears were pressed against the door, listening to you. His heart shattered. “So he was right”.

[staenless]

Li Yu is so funny he's like "babe I know you're sad your dad fucked that twink the same age as us do you want me to turn into a mermaid so you can fuck me till you feel better🥺" LITERALLY UNPROMPTED. His husband wasn't even upset he didn't give a fuck but when offered that mermussy what choice did he have other than act sad and bone his carp demon boyfriend. Like bro was salivating to pull the mermaid fucking out, he had that shit locked and loaded oh my god.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Carpe Noctem 20

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, violence, blood, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You don’t know where to go. You know you can’t go back to Lloyd’s. Not yet. You don’t want to talk about what happened. Maybe he won’t even ask or care but it would be obvious if you got back so soon.

So you drive around, listless, until you find a place to park and hide behind your steering wheel. You stay there for a while, just across the street from a hardware store. You check your empty thermos and sigh. Coffee. More coffee and you can think.

You get out and cross the street. You head up down the next block to the cafe nestled between a pawn shop and pharmacy. You get a medium roast and add a healthy dollop of cream. You sit down at a table and try to piece together your life.

You’ve lost Johnny, your apartment, and pretty much your job. What else do you have left? What are you going to tell Lloyd? He’ll be expecting some sort of rent and you’ll be lucky to get that much on your next pay.

You glance over at the counter as a puff of steam hisses from one of the machines. You bite down on the inside of your lip and leave your cup at the table. It’s not really a downgrade, but you’ll miss the kids.

“Hey, excuse me, sorry,” you speak over the lower part of the counter where you can see the baristas at work, “I was wondering if you were accepting applications.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, there’s some part-time spots open,” the man calls back, “just Google us and it will come right up.”

“Uh, duh, I should’ve thought of that,” you laugh at yourself awkwardly, “anyways, thanks.”

“Boss is here, I can see if he’s free… he does all the interviewing.”

“I, um, I’d hate to be a bother–”

“Honestly, you wouldn’t,” he brings a mocha to the counter and signals to you as he calls out a name, handing over the drink to another customer. He turns back to you, his name tag reads Peter. “We need all the help we can get.”

“Right, er, okay, I guess… I guess if he’s free.”

“Sick, I’ll go run and get him,” he spins and waves at his coworker, “Ned, I’ll be right back.”

The other employee only rolls his eyes as he takes an order at the till. You hover there, waiting, wringing your hands nervously. Peter clamours back, out of breath, cheeks rosy.

“He’s coming,” he grins broadly, “I’m Peter.”

“I know,” you nod to his name tag.

“Oh, yeah,” he looks down goofily, “you?”

You give your name and shift your weight on your feet. He grabs another receipt and an empty cup.

“You can sit down, he’ll find you.”

“Okay, thanks again,” you show your teeth sheepishly then drag your feet back to your table.

You lower yourself into the seat and stare into the cup. It’ll be something until you can get better. Or go back to the daycare. You hate to think you won’t ever see the kids again.

“Uh, hey,” a man approaches, thumbs hooked in his jean pockets, “you the one?”

You look up, slightly startled as your worries split down the seams. You open and close your mouth as you peer up at his bright blue eyes. He seems familiar.

“Y-yeah, looking for a job,” you brace the table and go to stand. He stops you as he raises his palm and sits across from you. He turns his hand and offers it to you, “Cole.”

You once more say your name as you shake his hand. He clings a little bit longer than you expect but lets you go and rests his forearm across the table. He smiles and you stare back, waiting for him to say something.

“So…” his eyes widen as he remembers why he’s there, “you make coffee before?”

“Well, sort of. I can use a french press and I used to have a nespresso…” you let your voice trails off; before Johnny broke it. “But I can learn and I have loads of customer service experience.”

“I can tell,” he taps his fingers on the table, “you have a kind face. Does that sound weird?”

“Um, no, thanks, I think,” you keep your smile in place. He’s a bit strange but not unpleasant.

“I just bought this place, you know? Lots of changes so I wanna revamp it. Get some new faces in.”

“That’s exciting. It’s very… quaint,” you glance around.

“Ah, don’t worry, I know it needs work. Actually, I think… I don’t wanna offend you but we could use a good eye around here. A woman’s touch. You think maybe you’d have some ideas for the redesign?”

“Well, I… I only worked in a daycare, so I don’t…”

“I like that,” he snaps his fingers and points at you, “alright, well, Peter can show you how to use the espresso machine and I’ll come get you to look at swatches when you’re not too busy.”

He stands, surprising you as you can only gape up at him.

“Is that it?”

“That’s it,” he looks at his watch, “gotta call ma. It’s about that time.”

He strides away, leaving you absolutely upended. That was somehow the most and least stressful interview you’ve ever had. You shake your head and hug your coffee with your hands.

“When you’re done that,” Peter calls over, “I’ll teach you how to grind beans.”

“Oh, great,” you nod and look out the window, hiding your uncertainty. It’s not forever, just for a while. Just like Lloyd. You’ll be back on your feet soon.

[s4pphic-sh3nan1gans]

ngl the ship of love is loaded sounds very interesting! id love to hear more about it

your wish is my command, dear anon 😇 it's actually really interesting for me to read it back myself, too. I wrote it maaaany many months ago and I feel like my writing style has actually changed since then, which I wouldn't have thought at all. anywayssss, here's a little snippet for you:

Bojan isn't sure what attracts him to Käärijä.

Maybe it's how he's unapologetically himself, aware enough of the fact that he doesn't fit in to fully embrace it. Maybe it's his questionable style that somehow works so perfectly on him, creating the perfect blend of unconventional allure. Maybe it's the way he talks, half-baked phrases awkwardly woven into broken English, yet his point somehow always managing to be conveyed perfectly, for what he lacks in words he makes up for with facial expressions and addictive laughter.

Or maybe it's the way he's looking at him right now from across the room, half his face hidden, yet piercing grey eyes outlined with dark eyeliner making his gaze feel as prominent as a lighthouse's beam.

Whether it's the intoxication of the alcohol or just pure lust, Bojan finds himself beckoning to Käärijä seductively and then, in the next moment, face to face, people still dancing all around despite the sudden feeling they are completely alone in the universe. Just them. Inches apart. The air hot with tension.

It doesn't last, of course. They wouldn't be them if they didn't interrupt the sexual tension with momentary jokes and shenanigans.

In the span of half an hour, Bojan becomes engaged to the Finn via snus, the Slovenian alter-ego of Jack from Titanic, and the subject of many flirtatious comments which he can't quite tell are jokes or not. He finds himself hoping they aren't.

More alcohol is consumed as the night wares on, the party on the boat barely dying down so that when they miraculously find themselves on the makeshift dance floor again, there are too many people for it to be noticed how close they are.

There's barely an atom's width of space between them as they tease each other with their dancing, hands lingering and bodies shifting in ways that completely cross the line of platonic.

What even are they? What are they doing? Bojan briefly considers the intrusive thoughts, but they are quickly chased away by the alcohol coursing through his system. Consequences are for tomorrow, and tonight, he knows what he wants.

Carpe diem.

He's muttering things in the Finn's ear; sultry, scandalous, filthy things, and he can't bring himself to feel even an ounce of shame.

Not when that is the reaction it evokes.

Bojan's breath catches as he eventually hears a quiet groan from the man opposite, his hands clinging to Bojan's upper arms as if his life depends on it and his breaths noticeably speeding up.

Bojan chuckles darkly in his ear, sending a shiver up his spine.

"What's wrong, ljubi?"

Käärijä - no, Jere - looks up at him through hooded eyes, piercing grey once again making Bojan feel as if he's rooted to the spot.

"I think you know what you doing," he says quietly, voice wavering a little, and by God, if that doesn't make all the heat in Bojan's body travel south.

ask me about one of my wips!

[cherrycoloredfaith]

Kiss Off

Pt 1 | pt 3

Chapter 2: Two for My Family

Steve was certainly disappointing Eddie. He couldn’t accurately test the concrete. He couldn’t properly hold the nail gun. His soft hands blistered at the slightest wears.

The project they were on was simple: constructing a ramp and walkup for an elderly woman’s front yard. They were in a suburb on the outskirts of the city with only a small crew. It would take them only a day to complete.

When Steve drove up to the office to meet everyone and travel to the site together, he wasn’t sure what to expect. Before yesterday, he would have imagined a group of big, burly, hairy men, probably chewing tobacco and losing their hair, but as he pulled into park, he saw the assortment of characters waiting for him.

They were gathered around the bed of the truck, Eddie sitting on the tailgate, lighting a cigarette as soon as Steve stepped out of the car. The boys were making Eddie laugh, and Steve caught a glimpse of that same smile from yesterday, this time real. He did have a good smile.

As he walked up, he took in the scene before him. A shiny new hard hat and yellow vest rested beside Eddie’s thighs, covered once again in a dark denim. The truck was loaded with fresh lumber and large dusty bags of cement mix. The truck next to it also looked packed, full of various types of equipment and tools safely strapped in. Wayne wasn’t in sight, so Steve returned his attention back to Eddie. When he wouldn’t meet his eyes and stared at his watch, Steve quickly decided to introduce himself to the two strangers before him.

“What’s up, I’m Steve,” The two other guys smiled and murmured hellos; Eddie’s attention was finally on him.

“Stevie. This is Gareth, and this is Jeff,” said Eddie, gesturing. Steve blinked at the nickname, but nodded in acknowledgment at the others.

Gareth was short, a curly mop of hair nearly covering his eyes. Jeff was taller, dark-skinned, clean shaven, and looked at Eddie with a smirk once Steve waved hello. They looked young, aloof. Altogether, delinquent.

“Hey, nice to meet you guys,” said Steve. He could almost admit it was the truth, considering these guys didn't look half as intimidating as he expected.

“Riveting. Alright, we can talk small later. Right now, we’re running late,” said Eddie. He clapped his hands on his thighs and hopped down off the tailgate, closing it.

“I thought we were supposed to be here at 7:00?” Steve inquired, concerned. He followed Eddie around to the side of the truck, watching distantly as Gareth and Jeff quickly moved to the other truck full of equipment, snickering at something. Eddie rolled his eyes.

“We want to be at the site at 7:00. Usually it takes us thirty minutes to load up. Try to be early next time,” he stated bluntly. Eddie pressed his gear to Steve’s chest, none too gently, and got in the driver’s seat without another word. Steve didn’t know what else to do other than follow him.

Climbing up into the passenger seat alone in the truck with Eddie, he couldn’t help thinking this was a shit way to welcome a new team member. Steve didn’t know what his problem was, but he clearly didn’t want him around. He decided to try and appease.

“Sorry, Eddie. About being late,” Steve apologized, attempting to seem genuine. “Is there anything else I messed up?”

Eddie looked up, cocking his head to the side, and started the truck. He seemed to think about it for a moment, then his features softened.

“No, man, I’m sorry. It’s my problem with Wayne right now. I… I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I wasn’t expecting a new crew member so soon, and he just kind of sprung it on me.” Eddie pulled out and started to drive, Gareth and Jeff trailing behind.

“Oh, I hear you. Maybe we could start over?” Steve holds out his left hand for a shake. After a pause, Eddie takes it with a small smile that looks like it pains him.

On the drive over, he gave Steve a rundown of the project, telling him what parts he’s planning to train him on for today: mostly carpentry and quality assurance practices. Steve did his best to keep track of all of the new information, but he’s pretty sure any progress he made with Eddie in the truck was shot by the end of the day. Steve kept forgetting key details, almost punched a hole in his hand. He couldn’t help thinking he should have had a safety course before all this. Gareth and Jeff did most of the work under Eddie’s instruction as he trained Steve who was working at a much slower pace. Eddie got more and more frustrated with him throughout the day, but Steve would notice when he schooled his emotions back to calm. He could see he was trying to be patient with him. He appreciated Eddie making an effort. It also made him feel slightly feverish.

Not that he wasn’t already feeling that. The hot Indiana sun bore down them all day, reddening everyone’s skin except Jeff’s. Steve couldn’t understand how Eddie was wearing a black t-shirt and still had his hair down. It wasn’t until the late morning that he stretched upwards, pulling a hair tie off of his wrist with his teeth and gathering his curly, wispy locks into a high ponytail. Unruly pieces at the front of his face sprang free and some stuck to his forehead and he bent back down to continue hammering a nail. Steve was on a water break and had to take an extra few minutes to look in the opposite direction.

Their day ended without many hiccups, and Steve was exhausted by the end of it. The ride back to the office was quiet as Eddie played music. Steve was mostly lost in thought.

Suddenly, Eddie leaned over to turn the volume down, and glanced over. “What’d you think?”

Steve blinked the sleep out of his eyes in the bright afternoon light. “About what?” he said.

“The job, Steve. This is your first construction job, I can tell.” He tried not to squirm as Eddie’s eyes flitted from Steve’s face to his blistered hands in his lap and then, after a beat, back to the road ahead. “No shame,” he started again, “just observations.”

Something lit up in Steve. “Nah, you’ve got me all wrong. Maybe Wayne and I are hustling you, and next week I’ll blow it out of the water.”

“Not sure how that would benefit you, Stevie, and I haven’t placed any bets,” Eddie laughed.

Steve took a moment to think. “Okay, well, to answer your question, I don’t know what I’m really doing. Today was cool though, I learned a lot. Lately…–I’m just trying things out I guess.”

Eddie nodded like he understood, but Steve knew he didn’t explain it well. He didn’t know if he should share that ending up at this kind of place was not in his plans.

“Well, you did good for your first day,” Eddie said. Before Steve could think about it, he was grinning, heart fluttering from the praise; he instead looked to his hands clasped in his lap. Eddie glanced over but didn’t return his smile.

When they were finally back, Gareth and Jeff had beat them, already walking to their respective vehicles. Eddie slowed the truck and rolled the window down. “See you losers tonight?” he called out. They yelled out their agreements, Gareth saying something about how he better be luckier than last time. When Eddie made no moves to invite him on their outing or whatever, Steve decided to forget about it. Moments later, as they parked, the other boys had already left.

His hard hat and vest sat in his lap, and he thought about how he should write his name on them, even though the guys didn’t need them for today’s job. Eddie held his hand out; sitting in his palm was a key. “To the clubhouse,” he clarified. “You can put that stuff away, whatever locker you like.”

Steve took the key and nodded, trying to ignore the feel of Steve’s fingers brushing Eddie’s rough palm. Dirt caked their fingernails and formed a layer over everything. Steve couldn’t wait to shower.

Their eyes met over the center console of the truck. “Same time Monday,” Eddie stated. “Well, earlier next time, big boy.” He winked. Steve’s heart skipped a beat. “Have a good weekend.”

Before he knew it, Eddie was out of the truck, trekking towards Wayne’s office, probably to go tell him what an actually bad job Steve did today and how distracted he was by Eddie’s arms. He took a deep breath and tried to steel himself, heading towards the clubhouse. Once inside, he was surprised to find Max there, sitting in one of the seats at the table playing a Gameboy. She looked up as he opened the door, but quickly returned her attention. A skateboard sat at her feet and she was absently rolling it back and forth.

“First day?” she asked.

“Yep,” answered Steve.

“Rough?”

“Yep,” he repeated. He placed his gear into the first open locker he saw, trying to ignore the way his skin screamed as he stretched.

“You might want to invest in some sunscreen next time,” said Max, grinning at his pained expression.

“Ha-ha, thanks,” he responded sarcastically. He admittedly was concerned if Max could see his redness from so far away. He dashed to the bathroom to look in the mirror. A harsh blush decorated his nose and cheeks; his ears were mostly protected by his hair. His arms felt warm and tender to the touch. He decided to wash his hands and face while he was there. He heard the front door open and slam shut once he wet his face.

“Goddamn it,” he heard Eddie’s voice yell from the other room. “Goddamn it. It’s just like last summer. He’s going to ruin everything.”

Steve froze. Was he talking about him?

“Whoa, Eddie, calm down,” Max had an emphasis to her tone that he knew was trying to communicate to Eddie that Steve was still here. He heard hushed tones after that, finished up in the bathroom just as he heard the door at the end of the hall close. Steve stepped out.

The door to Eddie’s office was shut, and Steve grew an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Didn’t he say Steve did a good job?

He came into the kitchen and looked to Max; she gave him a slight smile but made no moves to explain what had just happened. He only checked to see that she seemed alright, then gave her a small salute, and he headed out the door. He was tired and wanted nothing more than to get home. If Eddie was going to complain about him behind his back while being nice to his face, what was Steve even doing? Was he really that bad?

He placed the key on his key ring, climbed into his car; all the short-lived joy from the praise earlier disappeared. Feeling defeated, Steve headed home.

[avengersnewb]

Not Part of the Plan (9k, M)

Omega Tony was not planning to go against the plan: to mate with Tiberius Stone, take care of his alpha's needs, to remember at all times that he was just an omega. Tony was not planning to fall in love and yet, somehow, Steve Rogers happened to him. Omega Tony, Alpha Steve, Pre-serum Steve, Falling In Love, Fluff, Light Angst, Protective Steve Rogers, Getting Married, Dogs Obadiah is a terrible, terrible person, Alternate Universe - Medieval

The villagers were fishing down the river.

That was odd, Tony thought. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen anyone fish in Starkdale, as the carp were too hard to catch and too small for the trouble. Father had plans to purchase salmon and trout fingerlings to cultivate in the river before the god-forsaken voyage, which of course Obadiah had no intention to execute.

Tony stopped his horse a few feet behind the alphas, distracted for a breath by a hunter hound running around them.

“The Irish peasants,” Obadiah said, in that contemptuous manner Tony had learnt to loath over the years. “Why am I not surprised? You lot are, of course, too dim to understand that you need permission before exploiting my property.”

Tony shook his head, letting out a breath. He knew the Irish villagers. Most had moved to the village after the Great Famine, except for Mister Barnes, who showed up out of nowhere, stole Peggy’s heart and stayed. They were of course not dim, and the fish—the manor never cared about the fish as far as Tony could remember.

“My lord,” Peggy said from inside the water, her form half in Tony’s view. “The crop was too thin this year. The sheds are left empty after the aid.”

Obadiah considered Peggy for a breath, the surroundings terribly quiet, save for the running water. Even the hound had stopped barking at the riders. “Who’s to blame for the crop? Who is responsible for the crop? I’m dealing with enough trouble with how little your aids are, scramming to beef it up to save you slugs from the Royal wrath.”

“We did all we could, my Lord, everything we knew to stop the pest, we tried.” Mister Barnes said, voice even. “The villagers are hungry, my Lord, the younglings falling ill from weakness.”

“It’s the fish season, my Lord,” Peggy said, taking a step closer to Mister Barnes, the water splashing around her ankles. “Please allow us to take what we have caught—”

“Fall silent, you impeccable whore,” Obadiah bellowed. The dog ran away, out of sight into the woods. “You do as the manor tells you to do. Leave whatever you have caught, and get lost before my eyes.”

Peggy took another step, flushed against Mister Barnes’ side, her face flushed, lips thin. Tony led the horse a little closer on instinct, heart pounding, biting the inside of his cheek to keep silent.

“This is not just, Lord Stane,” came a voice, a silhouette entering Tony’s view. “The manor cannot tell us to die, sir, we—” the alpha said, swallowing, breathing in. “—we need to eat, our young ones, our elderly, we—we deserve a fair ration.”

Tony’s heart quickened. He had never met this alpha, he was certain. He was smaller than alphas usually were, but with that deep, commanding voice, those piercing blue eyes, and how he was standing his ground with Obadiah—Who was this guy?

“Justice?” Obadiah said with a snort. “You think you’re a free man here, talking back, babbling about what I can do? What was your name?”

Mister Barnes looked back to the alpha. “My Lord, please forgive us, Mister Rogers is still getting used to how we do things around here.”

“We’ll leave, now,” Peggy said, reaching to grasp at Mister Rogers’ mostly wet tunic. “Steve? Come along, please, we shall—”

Mister Rogers considered Obadiah with gritted teeth, fire burning deep in his eyes, swaying slowly as Peggy tugged at him, before he finally resigned and followed Mister Barnes to help him gather their gear.

“It’s your lucky day, you little rodent,” Obadiah called after them, as they exited the water and loaded their wagon. “I wouldn’t be so generous with you if—come closer Anthony—if we were not in the company of a noble omega.” Tony clicked his tongue and squeezed his feet on the horse’s calves. “Here, Anthony, my dear,” Obadiah continued, tone too warm for the occasion. “I want you to accompany Mister Stone down here on his next visit. He is planning to reroute the water to the east, to build a new water mill.”

He continued on, explaining Mister Stone’s glorious plans. Tony listened, nodding with a tight smile, glancing at the villagers at the end of the road, heads bowed, buckets of fish left by the edge of the water. Tears welled up behind his eyelids when Obadiah ordered the guard to throw the fish back into the water. The cart was nowhere to be seen down the road; at least they wouldn’t see all the dead fish floating on the surface.

Tony did.

It was all that was on his mind, riding back to the mansion; all he could think about with a turning stomach as he played with his food at the dinner table. He tossed and turned in his bed, thinking of the hungry villagers, and had troubled dreams when he finally fell asleep, drowning in a dark river filled with dead fish.

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My collaboration with amazing @mairithetree for @cap-ironman RBB 2023 was posted a bit ago but I was so exhausted (and had two other deadlines after that back to back :)) ) that I totally forgot to post about it on tumblr! Hope you guys give it a go and let us know what you think!

[meyhmeyh]

Space station 14

Started a round as a service worker and made tacos. Hammond(stations pet) didn't ask what was for consumption by stopping and letting me tell them what to eat(they did this 2 rounds in a row)and tried to eat my entire stock. kill and eat Hammond. Any vermin is either meat for meat balls, or im eating it(I got poisoned for eating them). ran out of cheese because of Hammond. Made meat balls, then failed to cook them. Learned to make spaghetti. Some other service worker fed a crew mate a raw meat ball. cooked meat to feed the crewman. ran out of meat balls because of raw meat dealer fed it to him. Scramble to make another. still out of meat(cargo took my monkey box), run U and down the halls to find space creatures that have died(there weren't). got a cargo request for 13 pancakes. Don't have eggs for pancakes. Space carp is in, and monkey box restored. Butcher, many vermin. Butcher, many space carp teeth everywhere in the broken freezer. cargo comes back and asks why I don't have pancakes going. Tell them I need resupply. Minutes later, they bring resupply. The new chef comes aboard. One microwave. Two dipshits. 6 pancakes fail due to him accidentally pouring water in my shit or him load his stuff in and cooking my egg(permanently unpancakable beaker). Finally, I finish making 13 individual pancakes. Deliver to cargo. Get resupply and complementary chocolate. Make another taco. make so much food that no one will want for anything(evac shuttle was called) bring most of it to shuttle and survived.

Taco

grab cheese, turn it to wedge, grab corn flour(15), make it into masa with water(10), cut, then roll them into tortilla with rolling pin, microwaved tortilla 5 sec, got meat, cut meat, and then load one of each into the microwave for 10 seconds. Taco made

Boiled Spaghetti

15 flour, stick of butter and a large plate 15 sec in microwave

Meat ball(raw)

5 protein, 5 flour, 1 egg

Meat ball spaghetti

2 meat ball, 1 boiled spaghetti 10 sec

Pancake

5 flour, 5 milk, 1 egg, 5 sec

Pizza

4 tomato, flat dough(15/10 rolled), cheese wedge, 30 sec

[sanvirtheobserver]

Taking Flight, Chapter 34: Roll Call

The Knight's roars are cut short as their head is cut clean from their shoulders. The other two Knights stare daggers as Pietro stands over their fallen broodkin with a straightsword in his hand. One Knight roars and charges in with their mace. Pietro is quick to dodge, the mace shattering the earth beneath it. The second Knight fires several fans of burning flechettes from their Splinter. Pietro expertly dodges and weaves through the oncoming barrage as he dashes right up to them.

Pietro: Amateur.

The Knight doesn't even have time to react before both their arms are sliced clean off. A flash of silver pierces through the Knight's head, the light fading from its eyes as it drops to the ground. The first Knight charges in, violently swinging their mace at Pietro. But try as they might, they can't seem to land a single solid hit on the Frenchman, whereas he is able to land thrust after thrust on the Knight with pinpoint accuracy. One single parry sends the mace flying out of the Knight's hand.

Pietro: Don't take it personally, amigo. You were just in my way.

In an instant, several silver flashes streak across the Knight's body. He dusts the bits of chitin off his suit as the final Knight falls to pieces. A moment of calm passes before he hears some footsteps coming from behind him. He swivels on his heel, sword at the ready.

Y. Sniper: GAH, friendlies! Friendlies!

Pietro carefully analyzes the YLW Sniper along with Tari, Belle, and Whisk. They had just come in after following the trail of dead Hive to his position.

Pietro: Identify yourself, bushman.

Y. Sniper: Rufus Mason. From Yard Logistics Workers. We were hired by Mr. Potman to clear out the infestation.

Pietro: I see.......

He slowly lowers his blade and turns his attention to the girls.

Pietro: And you three must be the adventurers Potman had mentioned.

Tari: Yes sir. My name is Tari, and these are my friends Belle and Whisk.

Pietro: Pietro Sterling, at your service.

Belle: Let me guess. You're doing pest control for Potman too?

Pietro: While I am assisting with the extermination wherever I can, I have my own reasons for coming here.

Whisk: So, you're here looking for treasure I presume?

Pietro: You could say that. The Mercenary life is all about the thrill of seeking that next big score. Isn't that right, Rufus?

Rufus: I mean, so long as it offers a nice challenge that gets you out of the house and across the world, then yeah. All with free healthcare and dental, mind you.

Pietro: Yes.......Anyways.......

He takes a moment as he analyzes Tari's robotic arm.

Pietro: ............What brings YOU here?

Elsewhere, Mario and Meggy are making g their way through the ever deepening depths of darkness.

Meggy: Holy Carp this place goes on forever. BOB? BOOPKINS? IF YOU CAN HERE US, SAY SOMETHING.

Mario: Mama Mia, this place is darker than Ben's sense of humor.

That's when they some odd sounds coming from a nearby tunnel. Peeking out, they see what remains of RED Team and YLW Team after their encounter on the bridge. The RED Pyro gives them a warm welcome via a warning shot from her flare carbine.

Mario: Hey, what was that for?!

R. Pyro: (You should know better than to sneak up on someone with a loaded gun.)

Mario: .............. Why is she speaking in Charlie Brown?

Meggy gives him a quick bop on the head.

Meggy: Sorry about that. He's...... not the brightest.

Seeing that the two aren't dangerous (if not a little rude), the RED Pyro sighs as she holsters her carbine. She turns over to her team, who are still working on trying to get across the ravine in their way. The Scouts get across easily enough with their double-jumps, while the RED Soldier tries Rocket Jumping. He does survive the initial blast and goes flying, but twists his ankle on the landing and falls screaming into the abyss. The Medics are....... awfully calm about this development.

R. Medic: You'd think he'd carry a parachute.

Y. Medic: Instead he settled for the para-BOOT.

The two medics share a laugh while the RED Sniper and YLW Demoman hatch a different kind of plan. The YLW Demoman lays a few sticky bombs and the RED Sniper lays his backshield on top of them at an angle. The plan is for those two to use the blast to launch them both over the ravine. Once they're both seated, the demo finishes his fifth bottle of scotch before pulling out a detonator.

R. Sniper: Watch and learn, boys! This is gonna be a real peace of cake!

Y. Demoman: Welcome, to the *BURP* train station. Let's kill a wizard.

With a push of a button, the payload detonates with enough force to send the two flying across the ravine......... before the Sniper crashes into a pillar and the Demoman ends up half buried in the ground. How either of them are still alive is honestly a miracle, but Mario seems unimpressed.

Mario: This is taking too long! Let's do this Mario style.

Mario rummages through his pockets before pulling out a Mega Mushroom and........ a random Koopa Troopa. Not the weirdest things he's pulled out of his pockets.

Koopa Troopa: WHERE AM I?! WHO ARE YOU?! WHERE IS MY FAMILY?!

His cries are silenced as Mario force feeds him the Mega Mushroom, causing the Koopa to grow to an immense size. As the growing continues, Mario tosses the Koopa over the ledge and his shell gets stuck between the two ledges. His immense shell has now become a bridge for everyone to cross.

Mario: Tadaaaaaaa!

R. Medic: Good work, camarade!

Y. Heavy: Little man is credit to team!

The other mercs cheer as they cross the "bridge." Meggy just looks on bemused while the RED Pyro is still processing what in the fresh hell she just saw.

R. Pyro: (Does he do shit like this on the regular.)

Meggy: Yeah. You get used to it. Name's Meggy, by the way.

They shake hands.

R. Pyro: (Garnet.)

Elsewhere, we see Boopkins and Soldine meet up with Bob and GRN Team doing some Excavation. The GRN Demowoman flicks a switch, detonating a plastic explosive that helps soften up the limestone mass in their way. The GRN Heavy gets to grinding out a path with his drill. Upon seeing Bob, Boopkins immediately rushes over and gives him a big hug.

Boopkins: Bob! Oh, I'm so glad to see you!

Bob: Boopkins? Where the hell have you been?

Boopkins: I tried to keep up, but you were too fast and I got lost.

Bob: Oh yeah........ Sorry about that. But hey! I got first pickings on the loot.

Boopkins: Oooooh, can I see?

Bob shows Boopkins the dufflebag full of miscellaneous trinkets while Soldine walks over to a handful of BLU mercs. The BLU Sniper keeps her head low as the BLU Medic tends to her. The BLU Soldier gives a salute to Soldine as he scans the area.

B. Soldier: Captain Edward Marston, reporting for duty sir.

Soldine: Where is the rest of your team?

Edward: Right here, sir.

He hands Soldine a chain lined with various trinkets. Among them were six class badges, all caked in blood.

Soldine: I see........ My condolences.

Edward: They fought hard and were damn good at it. Maybe even the best.

Soldine turns his attention to the GRN Medic.

Soldine: Doctor Tödliche Heilung, I presume.

The Medic turns to face the mechanized soldier. His face mask releases a hiss of steam as he adjusts his glasses.

Tödliche: That would be me.

Soldine turns his gaze to the bottle held in the doctor's clawed hand. A black liquid swirls within the glass, it's red sheen gleaming like eyes within the abyss.

Soldine: That substance........ what is it?

Tödliche: This, my friend, is Kuva. I harvested this sample from the "Denizens" I've encountered down here.

Soldine: Kuva......... I've heard the stories.

Tödliche: Yes. The Old Blood of the Orokin Empire. Some say it's the key to eternal life that cures all wounds. Others say it's a poison that corrupts the mind, body, and soul.

Soldine: What do you believe?

Even beneath his mask, you could see the slightest smirk.

Tödliche: I believe it's a matter of perspective.

Back with Tari's group, another Knight falls before Pietro's blade. He wipes the black ichor off his blade as the group turns their attention to a new discovery. Before them stood an ancient gate of ornate steel recessed into a frame of pallid marble and opalescent glass.

Rufus: Mother of Madcaps........

Tari: These have to be the ruins the SMGs located.

Pietro: SMGs?

Tari: More friends of ours.

Whisk: Wait a minute......... is THAT why your arm is glowing?

And glowing it was. Tari steps forward and places the hand on the door. The glow spread across the edges of the interlaced plates. Untold ages of dust fall as the plates begin to shift. Several openings form and merge until the gate has completely recessed into the arching frame. Before them laid a single bridge leading deeper into the earth, the path alight with a vivid azure hue. Tari turns to the others as they gather to look inside.

Tari: Just when you think you've hit the bottom........

[lageografiademicamino]

Top 5 Non-English ESC23 songs

Eurovision is just a couple weeks away so let’s talk about different entries this year! 

Nine songs that are completely not in English are competing this year at the Eurovision. I ranked my top 5 below.

5. SPAIN -  Blanca Paloma: Eaea

No one can deny her talent. Her presence and interpretation is captivating, almost hypnotic. This is dramatic, load, theatrical, this is art, this has a soul, authencity. I’m a big fan of her live peformance which I hope will make Europe vote for her. However, after all these weeks I still haven’t downloaded this to any of my ESC playlists which make me scared that this might the most painful flops of ESC23. 

4. SLOVENIA -  Joker Out:  Carpe Diem

This is fun! Catchy and the music video is well fitting of the spirit of the song. You don’t need to understand the language or the lyrics to dance to this one. There’s a true disco, retro beat here I enjoy. I hope they’ll get the staging right for this one in Liverpool. 

3. FRANCE -  La Zarra:  Évidemment

This didn’t knock me out at first listen to be honest. But it has grown on me. It has a nice structure, that builds up nicely and in my opinion could have gone even higher, more edgier. I like the beginning of French chanson which then turns into a this groovy pop tune. I kind of expected a revamp but this definitely the direction France needs to go. Well produced, professionally performed and character owned songs! 

2. ITALY - Marco Mengoni: Due Vite

Each year I vote for Italy. Even when I think I don’t like them. Every year the songs grow. I cannot resist the quality, emotion, professionalism, talent that has gone into these Italian tunes. A lot of people say that we don’t need another Italian ballad this year but when it’s this good... there’s always room for one more. 

Marco Mengoni is no stranger to Eurovision as represented Italy already a decade ago in Malmö. 

1. FINLAND - Käärijä: Cha Cha Cha

Maybe I’m a bit bias as a Finn but even if I wasn’t... this is good and even though I wouldn’t find my cup of tea no one can deny the effect and reaction this song will surely cause in the viewer. Either it’s hate or love people will feel Cha Cha Cha will leave no one cold. The agressive cocktail of multiple genres (rap, pop, rock sounds and effects) will reach out majority of Europeans’ tastes. We’re potentially talking about a winner of Eurovision 2023 and for sure the best Finnish result since Lordi in 2006. 

What do you think about the Non-English tracks competing ESC this year? What’s your favourite??

[vinceaddams]

Alrighty I'll do the year in review thing too!

I posted 5,363 times in 2022

That's 3,107 more posts than 2021!

146 posts created (3%)

5,217 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@deeisace

@britta-ashcroft

@marzipanandminutiae

@aboxthecolourofheartache

@carpe-mamilia

I tagged 5,351 of my posts in 2022

#art - 813 posts

#animals - 643 posts

#amusing things - 607 posts

#our flag means death - 549 posts

#paintings - 509 posts

#19th century - 330 posts

#video - 325 posts

#birds - 299 posts

#cute - 286 posts

#18th century - 280 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#you can see the limited budget & tight deadlines in a lot of the costume pieces‚ but the false hair looks great‚ which is more important!

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

hiding my downloaded Our Flag Means Death episodes in the least suspiciously named folder I can think of

1,837 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

#4

"This is one of my favourite extant late 18th century waistcoats!" I say, as if I had it narrowed down to just a few.

2,717 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

#3

Top 5 historic clothing items we should bring back into style (stockings on men, big cuffs on coats etc.)

Well I am very biased, because my everyday clothes are mostly 18th century menswear inspired, but for a list as short as 5 it's good to narrow it down!

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3,299 notes - Posted November 26, 2022

#2

why do fake fireplaces always just have fake decorative logs? They could put anything in there.

9,220 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Anonymous asked: but what is the sewing bird for?

For holding the fabric, it's like a third hand to help you while you hand sew. It clamps to the table and the bird's body and head are a big spring loaded clip that holds things. I've never used one, but it would be neat to try.

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A lot of them also have pincushions.

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12,842 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

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[metalcorrosion]

Raging Power Zine’s Best Hard Rock & Heavy Metal Albums of 2022

Another year and another Best of list for Raging Power. With the Pandemic leaving many bands with so much time off, many of them had more time to write and record new albums since 2019. Sometimes down time can be a good thing. 2022, gave us a lot of great albums. So far, this is one of the best years for Heavy Metal albums in a while, and this is why my usual top 60 list for 22’ it the top 75 list. It could have easily have been 100 or more album. But, I really need it to keep it shorter.  This is an epic year to metal, as I predicted. This time, I have included E.Ps instead of putting them on a serpent list. Exclude as always, any albums that are reissues, live and remixes.  My friends, enjoy my list, and please, check out all of the bands that I have listed. I want to thank my friend Brad for keeping me loaded with music this year and suggesting some great albums for me to listen to.

1.       Abbath – ‘Dread Reaver’

2.       Amorphis – ‘Halo’

3.       Arch Enemy – ‘Deceivers’

4.       Autopsy –‘ Morbidity Triumphant’

5.       Behemoth – ‘Opvs Contra Natvram’

6.       Belphegor – ‘The Devils’

7.       BlackBraid – ‘Blackbraid I’

8.       Blind Guardian – ‘The God Machine’

9.       Blind Illusion – ‘Wrath of the Gods’

10.   Bloody Hammer – ‘Washed in Blood’

11.   Graham Bonnet – ‘Band Day Out in Nowhere’

12.   Corpsegrinder – ‘Corpsegrinder’

13.   Candlemass – ‘Sweet Evil Sun’

14.   Clutch – ‘Sunrise on Slaughter Beach’

15.   Cult of Luna – ‘The Long Road North’

16.   Dark Funeral – ‘We Are the Apocalypse’

17.   Darkthrone – ‘Astral Fortress’

18.   Decapitated – ‘Cancer Culture’

19.   Destruction – ‘Diabolical’

20.   Destroyer666 – ‘Never Surrender’

21.   Devil Master -  ‘Ecstasies Of Never Ending Night’

22.   Eight Bells – ‘Legacy Of Ruin’

23.   Fit for an Autopsy – ‘Oh What the Future Holds’

24.   Friends of Hell – ‘Friends of Hell’

25.   Ghost – ‘Impera’

26.   Goatwhore – ‘Angels Hung From The Arches Of Heaven’

27.   Grave Digger Symbol of Eternity’

28.   Gwar – ‘The New Dark Ages’

29.   Imha Tarikat – ‘Hearts Unchained: At War With A Passionless World’

30.   Immolation – ‘Acts of God’

31.   Imperial Triumphant – ‘Spirit of Ecstasy’

32.   Jesters of Destiny – ‘Distorting Everything’

33.   Jungle Rot – ‘A Call To Arms’

34.   Killing Joke – ‘Lord Of Chaos’

35.   Kreator – ‘Hate Über Alles’

36.   Lovell's Blade –‘ Deadly Nightshade’ ‎

37.   Machine Head – ‘ØF KINGDØM AND CRØWN’

38.   Tony Marti n –‘ Thorns’

39.   Mastodon - 'Hushed and Grim'

40.   Megadeth – ‘The Sick, The Dying… And The Dead!’

41.   Meshuggah – ‘Immutable’

42.   Messa – ‘Close’

43.   Midnight - ‘Let There Be Witchery’

44.   The Michael Schenker Group – ‘Universal’

45.   Napalm Death – ‘Resentment Is Always Seismic : A Final Throw Of Throes’

46.   Nite – Voices Of The Kronian Moon’

47.   Parkway Drive – Darker Still

48.   Rammstein – ‘Zeit’

49.   Sabaton – ‘The War To End All Wars’

50.   Satan – ‘Earth Infernal’

51.   SHAG –‘ Born Demon’

52.   Sakis Tolis – ‘Among the Fires of Hell’

53.   Saxon – ‘Carpe Diem’

54.   Scorpios –‘ Rock Believer’

55.   SepticFlesh –‘ Modern Primitive’

56.   Sigh – ‘Shiki’

57.   Spirit Adrift – ‘20 Centuries Gone’

58.   Spiritworld –‘ DEATHWESTERN’

59.   Soulfly –‘ Totem’

60.   Stryper –‘ The Final Battle’

61.   Tad Morose – ‘March Of The Obsequious’

62.   Telekinetic Yeti – ‘Primordial’

63.   Therion – ‘Leviathain II’

64.   Tokyo Blade – ‘Fury’

65.   Joe Lynn Turner – ‘Belly of The Beast’

66.   Undeath- ‘ It’s Time… to Rise from the Grave’

67.   Voivod – ‘Synchro Anarchy’

68.   Venom Prison - 'Erebos'

69.   Vio-lence – ‘Let the World Burn

70.   Watain – ‘The Agony and Ecstasy of Watain’

71.   Witchery - Nightside

72.   Wo Fat –‘The Singularity’

73.   Vante –‘ Vante’

74.   Yatra – ‘Born Into Chaos’

75.   Zeal & Ardor – ‘Zeal & Ardor’

  In Memory of:

Eric Wagner: In The Lonely Light of Mourning

Best cover album

Udo Dirkschneider My Way.

Best name for a band that I have heard in 2022

Telekinetic Yeti

[sischan]

Echoes of the Past, Legend of Zelda BotW-TotK fan-fiction.

Following in an Au fan-fiction of the series Legend of Zelda, Breath of the Wild & Tears of the Kingdom. with the Fan-fiction based around my personal play-through of the series, and how I’ve pieced together the series from the few games I’ve played. ^-^ Contains some spoilers,

Part One Ocarina Part Two Master Sword Part Three Cremia Milk Part Four Carp

Part Five, Port

“Welcome to Terry Port!” Stewartson was surprisingly energetic that evening, Zelda smiled, as both her and Link approached the construct.

“Hello, Stewartson.” Catching the construct’s attention. She continued, “Has Mr. Ting arrived yet?”

“I’m afraid not quite yet, Princess Zelda. Sir Hudson however is currently preparing the repairs on his ship as we speak. I would recommend talking with him as we will know more of Mr. Ting’s locations…” With a ding, the construct turned his head towards the Port’s loading site. A boat sat raised above the water, with workers currently repairing the siding. With damage that looked to be from a large Octorok attack. “By my calculations, the repairs shall only take an hour to complete. Please head for the Port Inn to rest until then.”

“Alright, please let Mr. Ting know where to find us upon his arrival. Will you, Stewartson?” She smiled as she turned to Link.

“Certainly Princess Zelda.” He guided the two towards the Inn, before turning back to the port entrance.

Port Inn was run by Risa, as she met an ex-yiga foot-soldier and got married. With her husband now working at the port alongside the Hudson workers, the Yigas’ numbers slowly dwindled since the death of Master Kohga. Many still clung to their ways in hopes to bring destruction upon Hyrule, Zelda, and mostly Link. Upon their first meeting, Risa took bananas that led to them fighting. However, with her fighting ability catching his eye, the two ended up falling in love. Risa’s stomach was showing with Link and Zelda appearing at the Inn.

“Princess Zelda, Sir Link, welcome!” A smile was beaming off her face, trying to stand up to greet them. However she was unable to due to her pregnancy.

Zelda rushed over towards her, helping her stand upright. Link helped as well. “Risa, please don’t push yourself.”

“I’m quite alright, Princess.” She smiled. “What brings you two here to Port Inn?”

“We’ve come to wait for the repairs to Mr. Ting’s boat.” She smiled, as she helped Risa walk around the counter. Link’s hands were motioned around her to catch her in the event of falling. “Link…” Zelda whispered towards Link, hinting for him to calm himself.

“Oh Ting.” Risa smiled, since leaving Gerudo town and living in Akkala, she has found her way of speaking being similar to that of her husband. “Yes, he made mention of heading back to Terma today. Are you by chance going with him?”

“Only for a short trip, would you like us to bring you back something?” Zelda smiled, with Risa sitting down in the lounge chairs in the Inn lobby.

“Hmm…according to my darling I shouldn’t think of it, but I would most enjoy a big barrel of Terma’s finest Cremia milk.” Zelda’s face shrugged momentarily by Risa’s request.

“Cremia milk while you're pregnant isn’t the best idea, Risa…”

“Ah, not you too!” Risa’s face puffed up in a pout. “Rhondson told me that after my baby is born, she’ll treat me to a drink of Cremia…”

“See, I’m sure you don’t have much longer to go now, Risa.” Zelda placed her hand on Risa’s shoulder. “Besides, it will taste better once your body has recovered from your pregnancy.”

“Are you sure?” Tears started to form on her face, with her emotions a whirlwind.

Zelda continued to smile, while Link remembered the time Rhondson was pregnant with Mattison. Recalling the time Hudson asked Link, during the time Rhondson went into labor, if he would become Mattison’s guardian. To which he accepted, causing Link to go to Gerudo desert upon the shroud's appearance after the upheaval. With the aid of Riju, Chief of the Gerudo and Link’s closest friend besides Zelda. Link was able to clear the shroud, and allow Mattison to arrive at Gerudo town. Occasionally a letter arrives for Link from Mattison, telling him of her adventures so far. To which he shares with Hudson, causing the man to begin choking up.

Patting her back gently, Link gave her a sense of comfort.

“We’re sure, Risa.” Glancing at the basket that she sat down, Zelda walked over. Picking up the cake from within. “Link would it be alright?” Risa glanced at the cake, and with a nod from Link. Zelda turned to Risa. “Since we can’t get you any Cremia milk. Would you like a piece of fruit cake instead?”

It didn’t take Risa long to nod her head. Link took the cake from Zelda and headed within the Inn’s kitchen. Upon returning with pieces of cake on two plates, Link handed one to Risa. Puzzled by the additional piece of cake, but before she could ask. He had taken the extra fork from his plate and offered a bite towards Zelda.

Upon finishing the last bite of her cake, Risa’s mood lightens.”Sarqso, that was delicious.”

“Excuse me…” Poking his head in, Stewartson was glancing at them. “Mr. Ting has arrived at the port, but he has requested that the two of you meet him by the loading site.”

“Oh…” With Link’s arm for support, Risa stood up to watch the two collect their things. “Sarqso for sharing your cake, Princess. Please have safe travels to Terma.”

“We will, Risa. Please be well until then, I promise to bring something for you and your little one to share!” Zelda smiled as she waved Risa off, with Link close behind her.

Stewartson led them down the port, towards the loading site. A short man, taller than Kilton, wearing a green suit stood in front of the port. Recognizing him as they approached, it was Mr. Ting. Despite his height had a sharp tongue when it came to negotiations, which led him to have strong connections with other kingdoms besides Hyrule. With the construct walking up behind him as his focus was watching the repairs. Upon Stewartson speaking, “Mr. Ting.” Ting jumped high into the air.

On accident he hollered, “Kooloo!” Turning around in a puff, “Can you not do that! You blasted relics!”

“My deepest apologies, Mr. Ting.” Stewartson bowed, before moving to reveal Link and Zelda behind him. “As requested, I’ve brought both Princess Zelda and Sir Link. I do hope you have a pleasant trip, Princess.” With a bow, Stewartson left the loading site.

“Why do I suddenly feel terrible?” Ting muttered as he watched the construct motioned back up the hill towards the Port Inn. Zelda sighed softly, turning her attention towards the boat. With his focus returning back to Zelda. “Why if it isn’t Princess Zelda, and Link!” Smacking his hand flatly against Link’s chest, with each smack feeling heavier with each swing. “Since you're both here means you're interested in visiting Terma after all!”

“That’s only if we are able to get your boat in floating conditions first!” Yelled one of the Hudson workers that worked adding a new siding along the hull. Grunting as he mumbled words under his breath as he continued. “I mean what did you do to even cause such damage to a lovely boat?”

“My deepest apologies, sir…?” Ting stepped away from Link and tipped toed over towards the worker. “I didn’t quite catch your name, kind sir.”

“That’s because I didn’t give it to you, sir.” He slammed his hammer down, finishing the repairs work. Ting’s noise twitched slightly, but he kept himself. With Zelda standing close, he couldn’t afford to allow his temper to get the better of him. “Besides, I’m only doing these repairs on your poor boat for the Princess to have a decent break. I don’t need her ending up in a shipwreck cause your boat sank.”

“I…I understand your concern, kind sir.” Ting calmed himself as he pulled up his tie. “Might I ask how long will the new sealant be set in place so we may ship off?”

“Just be patient, the sealant only takes about thirty minutes to set, an hour at most. If I was you, I would be rushing over to Town and gathering any last minute supplies you might need.” He walked outside the Loading site, pulling out a box. One of the few items that comes into the port since construction, as a small island to the south of Martha's Landing being the supplier. Brought on through the trading between Lurelin Village. Not many merchants sell this item throughout Hyrule, due to Zelda’s distaste for the smell and her worry for the health of those that touch it. However the rare few that do, try to avoid engaging in this item around Zelda, out of respect for the Princess.

Ting was still in a huff, as he tightened his tie before turning to the duo. “Well it would seem that our departure will be delayed for a tad bit longer. Since you two will be away for a while, maybe we should head to Town and get some supplies.”Link noticed him mumble to himself. Something along the lines of, “...I also might need to get it before I forget.”

Zelda smiled, grabbing hold of Link’s hand. “Just until the boat is ready, let’s go and get some spare clothes?”

“Mhm.” Nodding his head, he followed behind her as they headed towards south Terry road.

Part Five End.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Carpe Noctem 6

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulatin, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You realise you don’t know where you’re going. That you don’t have anywhere to go. You pull into an empty lot and lean forward, resting your forehead against the steering wheel. Your face is raw with the streaks of your tears, your clothes still damp from the wasted lemonade.

You take out your phone and scroll through your contacts. Coworkers you only call in emergencies; your mother who you only call on holidays; and friends you haven’t talked to in years. The twins won’t be much help, not by the looks of their Insta stories. They never offered much more than alcohol and dancing and you’re not in the mood.

You just want to curl up and sob until you fall asleep. You wince and glance in the mirror as your face aches. You see your reflection and gasp. Your cheek is swollen and the left side of your mouth. Oh, god. It really happened. He really hit you.

You start the car. You don’t want to waste gas driving around in circles. After a quick Google search, you think you have a solution. Temporarily. Just one night to be alone. To just detach before you have to figure out what comes next.

You stop at a grocery store you pass along the way. You grab a single bag of food to last you the night and then some. You follow the automated voice guiding you to your destination. You pull into the motel parking lot and heave again. 

You never imagined yourself being in this position. This isn’t Gone Girl. This is pathetic. You grab the paper bag and your purse and get out. You check in, the price making you question the integrity of the accommodation. 

You get to your room and lock the door. You go over everything with the cleaning wipes you tossed in your basket at the store. Then a cursory look over the bed. Nothing terrible, you suppose.

You undress and wrap yourself in the robe. There’s a laundry room just down the hall. It’ll have to do. You take your wallet and room key, along with your former outfit, and go to find the machine. When you're back in your room, you set a timer and flip through the channels on the small flatscreen.

You settle on a 90s sitcom you never really got into and dig through your bag of goodies for what little comfort you can find. You eat a few too many cookies and go through a small carton of chocolate milk before the alarm goes off. You go to switch your load and come back to search for whatever entertainment is left on cable TV.

When the load is finally dry, you retrieve it and leave the clothes folded by the door. You set out one of the paper cups beside the kettle with a tea bag in expectation of the morning before you turn out the lights. You keep the television on, volume at low, not wanting to feel as alone as you really are. You drift off the to buzzing commentary of an overplayed romcom.

Exhausted by the week behind you and the emotion of the day, you sink down into the turmoil of vivid dreams. Your day plays over and over, each time more demented and twisted to the last, until it ends with Johnny’s hand crashing into you endlessly. A pounding draws you from your subconscious horror.

Shit. Morning already. You grab your phone. It isn’t checkout time yet. You get up, still in nothing more than the robe, and go to the door. You crack is open just a little, expecting to tell the room service that you don’t need anything. 

Instead, you gape through the tiny space between the door and the frame at your unexpected caller. You try to close it but Lloyd slaps his hand against the wood, keeping it ajar. In his other hand, he holds a paper bag with handles. You can smell maple wafting from it. You see the stamp of an upscale breakfast place you pass every day but never go to.

“What do you want?” You croak through your dry throat, “how did you even know I’m here?”

“Can’t tell all my tricks,” Lloyd winks, “trust me, the complimentary breakfast isn’t much of a compliment. So…” He raises the paper bag.

“Are you crazy? I’m not letting you in,” you sneer, “you ruined my life. You–”

“I sent you a nice gift. Expensive, actually. Not my fault Officer Cuck can’t do the same.”

“Please–” 

“I’m offering you a free meal. You’re shacked up in this rathole, I’m sure you could use it. French toast or waffles?”

You glare at him with one eye. You suck in your cheeks as you consider the offer.

“Sure, leave it in front of the door and I’ll grab it when I’m gone.”

He laughs, “I get it, you’re not used to being taken care of but let’s try a little roleplay. You want the goods, you gotta take me with it.”

“I’m good. I got tea–”

You try to push the door shut again and he forces his foot into the gap. You huff and let out an exasperated growl.

“Really, I can’t handle this right now. Please just leave me alone.”

“Should I tell you how this turns out or do you want to solve that riddle all on your own? If you can find a place, you won’t be able to move in for another two weeks. And in that time, you’ll spend at least twice that in this hole. So, if you can afford first and last right now, I’m not sure you will then. 

“But I digress. You gotta go through and turn off those automatic payments for that box you shared with the douche nozzle. And you can’t get back the bills that already came out, huh?

“Maybe you’re the stubborn type. Maybe you sleep in your car for a few weeks, maybe you crash with a friend, that won’t last forever. And in the end, you go crawling back to the pig. 

“Or you go with Plan B.”

You stare at him, trying not to show your defeat.

“Me,” he smirks.

You don’t say anything. Your stomach growls so loud he can hear it. You close your eyes. You just want to be left alone.

“You don’t have to decide today, but you do need to eat something. So, you can go hope there’s some instant oatmeal left at the front desk or… you can put up with me for an hour.”

You brace the door and drop your chin. You put your hand on your hip and slowly retract your other. You back up and sit on the end of the bed. You fold in half, holding your head.

You don’t have the energy to argue with him. One hour. Fine. Whatever. He’ll figure out you’re not that special.

[shen-daozhang]

Getting to Know Your BL Mutuals

rules: answer the questions and tag some people. include the tag ‘g2ky BL mutuals 2022’ on your post so we can find everyone’s answer.

thanks to @yanwushi for the tag- I am finally doing this!!! Doing both novels as well as visual media

What have been BLs that took you by surprise this year?

Wushuang/Peerless. I was going to read it eventually, but Thousand Autumns is such a favorite I was putting it off because I thought there was no way Wushuang could be as good as its predecessor. @yanwushi finally got me to read it and omfg... seriously the only person more obsessed with Cui Buqu than Feng Xiao is me. This one rocketed to the top of my favorite novels in record speed. I also want to mention that as someone who is chronically ill, I really appreciated the way Cui Buqu's disability was handled- honestly I think it's the best portrayal of chronic illness/disability I've read in a c-novel.

Nan Chan. I hate calling this book weird because I think that's a loaded term but it's unusual for sure, and I didn't expect to fall in love with a book that's about a sword and a demon carp. As someone who is autistic I got a lot out of both main characters trying to figure out how to act "human" and deal with identifying and processing their emotions. Also I just think that Cang Ji should be able to eat whomever he wants, as a treat.

Little Mushroom. “你只是一只很小的蘑菇” CRYING SCREAMING THROWING UP. I never in a million years expected to be emotionally compromised by a book about a sentient mushroom but here we are. Normally I love angst but I had to stop reading and check if it had a happy ending because I honestly couldn't have handled it if it didn't (it does). Also honestly one of the best pieces of post-apocalyptic fiction that I read and I loved the aspects of cosmic horror in the second volume.

It's not technically a BL, but Under the Skin (c-drama). I usually don't watch modern crime dramas for personal reasons, but I decided to give it a chance for language practice and because I like Tan Jianci. I expected to have it on in the background and instead the show grabbed me by the throat and wouldn't let go. (tho it made me impatient for the Mo Du/Silent Reading donghua and live action, and for Winner is King. when???)

What have been BLs that you felt a bit disappointed with this year?

Copper Coins. I enjoyed it and I thought that Xue Xian is a delightfully full-of-himself protagonist but to me it felt like a young author's early work that needed trimming in some parts and expansion in others. I just really felt like it wasn't the masterpiece that I'd heard it talked up to be. (Although to be fair I think I did it a major disservice reading it after Nan Chan)

The Defective's donghua. It just didn't grab me at all which sucks bc I like the novel, and I really hated what they did with some of the female characters (wtf is with Penny's character design and what was with the choice to have Mint never speak??)

Legend of Exorcism donghua. I know there are people who adore this show, and I desperately wanted to like it... but there was something I can't quite put my finger on that turned me off. I think I would like it more if I'd read the novel, I felt like there were undercurrents of a good story that weren't being properly delved or something. That said, it did pique my interest enough to put the novel on my to-read list, and I'm looking forward to getting to it.

What has been your favorite BL this year?

WushuangWushuangWushuangWushuangWushuang. Did I mention Wushuang already?

Favorite BL/GL couples (not just of 2022)

Feng Xiao & Cui Buqu (Wushuang), Gu Yun & Chang Geng (Sha Po Lang), Yan Wushi & Shen Qiao (Thousand Autumns), Ranwan (Erha)

If you had to suggest a BL for someone what would it be?

If you like xianxia and a quirky found family (and also knives), hands down Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fu Yao Sect by Priest

If you're more into wuxia elements and rivals-to-lovers-but-still-rivals, Wushuang/Peerless by Meng Xishi.

Please, more people need to read these books. Also if you're looking for more things to read, I have a libguide reading list here! I need to update it, but it's an ongoing project. Let me know if there are any BL you think I should add!

What’s your non-BL favorite this year?

WIND BLOWS FROM LONGXI *banging pots and pans together* screaming, crying, throwing up. IT'S SO GOOD. I desperately want more "gritty" historical shows like this one. The Three Kingdoms Period is one of my special interests and Chen Kun is one of my favorite actors, seriously this show was almost tailor-made for me. Also for you Guardian fans out there Bai Yu is one of the two main characters.

Honorable mention to Love Between Fairy and Devil, which made me take back everything I had previously said about Dylan Wang Hedi's acting.

Tagging: I think everyone I'm mutuals with has already done this, but if you see it and you want to please pretend I tagged you :)