#wot caps

[amemoryofwot]

“Suroth looks ridiculous” uh yeah??? That’s not like … a flattering hairstyle ….

[anisaanisa]

Swimming in Spring ☆

[markantonys]

have you ever watched Vikings? Cause someone made an edit of Travis Fimmel as Sammael and now I can't stop thinking about it? Like that casting would go hard I think. https://www.tiktok.com/@dlxc6/video/7401171101159525650

i haven't watched vikings, but i can see that vision! unfortunately, google tells me this actor is 6'0" and i don't know if that's acceptable for sammael djkfg

[eternaldark]

think i found fcs for my t100 ocs - i just gotta figure out what clans they come from & names, etc !

[corvidaecircus]

Holy shit fucking Jesus Christ g od oh me oh my-

[aphelionwrotes11]

(MDNI 18+) (unedited)

Trucker!simon x reader (afab)

CW: smut, unprotected PiV penetration, dubcon (slight alcohol consumption, not a lot)

Part 3

Trucker!simon, as puntual as ever, raps his heavy fist against your door at 7pm sharp. You have to take a final look at yourself in the mirror to ensure you still look well groomed.

When you open the door Simon’s huge form takes up nearly the entire doorframe. He’s wearing heavy dark blue jeans, a flannel button up, and a thick leather jacket. He has a bouquet of red and pink roses. You get to enjoy his uncovered smile as you fawn over them.

He lifts them for you to smell, but the only thing you catch of whiff of is his musky cologne, rich and deep. Once you get the roses settled into a vase, Simon walks you to his pickup with a warm hand resting firm on your hip.

When you ask him where he’s taking you, he just glances your way with a smirk,

“You’ll see, lovey.”

You giggle and ask him how much longer it’ll be.

“Wot’s the matter? Just can’t wait much longer for it to be over and be in my bed?”

You gape at him, your face flushing red, and he chuckles. He must notice you squeezing your thighs together, because a moment later he plants his massive hand on your thigh, giving you a gentle squeeze.

By the time you two make it to the restaurant, you’re certain there must be a puddle on his brown leather seats with how much he was squeezing your thigh, teasing his fingers just under the skirt of your dress. Your legs feel like jello as he helps you out of the truck.

The place he’s taken you is a lot prettier than you imagined, cute and atmospheric. You’re a bit shocked that a gruff man like him would know any places like this.

Has a reservation for the two of you, at a table he specifically chose. A private table in the corner, nestled between two large plant covered windows. You gasp at the view, looking out over the well lit street.

When you ask him how he found such a lovely place, he tells you he knows the owner’s husband.

“S’my ol cap’s wife, used to be in the force with em’. Same team. Lovely couple, they’ll like you.”

You listen to him speak, asking him questions about his time in the military. When it’s time to order, you take a final glance at the menu, your brows furrowing. It’s a real nice place, and the prices reflect that.

“You can get whatever you want, lovey.” He says, but you just frown. So he looks up at the waiter and tells him to give you both another minute.

You explain that you’re sorry, everything’s just so expensive, you don’t want to cost him too much. He looks offended and grunts, leaning over to you.

“Money ain’t an issue f’me.”

“I’ll get you anything you want, anything at all, bird.” He says so gently, you’re unsure he’s even talking about food.

By the end of dinner, your belly is full and your cheeks are warm, from him or the glass of wine, you aren’t sure. The two of you talked for hours, and your stomach still hurts from how hard he made you laugh with his ridiculous dad jokes.

You feel giddy as he walks you out to his truck, arm around your shoulder. You nestle yourself into his side, taken in his heat and his smell. The mood shifts once the two of you get into the truck. Suddenly the air is too hot, and you would really love to lose a few layers.

Just like before, he plants his warm palm on the fat of your thigh, massaging his fingers into it. But this time, as his fingers breach the skirt of your dress, they keep inching up until his thumb is pressed up against your clothed sex. You suck in a breath as he applies some pressure to your throbbing clit.

“So wet already, ain’t ya bird?” He whispers, his voice thick.

The only response you can give him is a whine as he shifts his hand till he’s grinding his palm against you. You meet his pace, moving your hips against his hand, grasping his arm as you whimper.

His other hand grips the steering wheel so hard his knuckles are white. He struggles to even keep his eyes on the road, and when he finally glances at you, just to see you looking up at him all needy and flushed, he has to resist pulling over and taking you right here in his truck. Instead he just presses harder on the gas and on your wet pussy.

By the time you’ve made it to his home, you’ve already cum twice. Your gasping and twitching as he jumps from out as soon as he puts the truck into park, speed walking to your side and ripping the door open to smash his lips against yours.

Carries you up the front door, your legs wrapped around his waist. He parts from you only once to unlock his door and take you both inside. He pushes you against the wall, tearing of his jacket as you pull off your own. His hands grab the hem of your dress, you help him pull it over your head. You blush as he pauses for a moment to take in your matching set, red lace bralette and panties.

“This all f’me? So perfect.” He groans. Hand coming up to cup your tit and press a wet kiss to your lace covered chest.

By the time he has you laid out in his bed you’re naked and hot. You claw at his shirt, whining at him to take it off.

He complies without second thought, ripping it off and revealing a muscled, scarred chest. You can’t help how you practically mewl at the sight of him.

He bends down as he’s removing his jeans to press kisses down the expanse of your throat. His mouth finds a nipple, sucking it into his mouth. He licks your chest sloppily, groaning as he sucks hickies on your tits. He stands straight as he pulls off his boxers, revealing a thick cock, the tip an angry red as it leaks precum.

“Look a’ what you do to me love. Never been so hard.” His voice is low and nearly whiny near the end of his sentence.

Spends a real long time stretching you out on his thick fingers. Sucks on your tits and neck the whole time. He’s almost as loud as you, watching you as you squirm beneath him with groans falling from his lips. You cum at least 2 times, but you aren’t sure, your bones feel like jelly and your vision is so blurred from tears you can barely see Simon’s face. If you could see it, you would see how pussy drunk he looks, absolutely love struck.

When he finally lines himself with your entrance, he gently squeezes your hips and presses a few sweet kisses to your mouth.

“You ready bird? Think ya can take some more?” He asks softly.

Yes, yes, please. You tell him. Finally.

Doesn’t waste another moment and finally pushes himself into your slick cunt with a low groan. He presses his face into the crook of your neck, gently thrusting himself into you at first.

“Feel s’good.. so so good.” He mumbles against your skin, halting his movements for a moment.

He lifts himself to his elbows, analyzing your face to ensure you’re comfortable. With your approval he starts moving, fucking you with long and languid thrusts. Pulling his cock all the way out before pushing back in.

After a while of him moving like this, you feel like you’re about to fall apart again. You claw at his back, legs wrapped around his waist as he hits a gooey spot within you that has you clenching on his cock.

“Give it t’me sweetheart, please, I need it.” He says, sounding utterly wrecked.

And once you come on his cock, he loses it. He starts humping himself into you at an ungodly pace, one that has you crying and mewling his name. Every nerve in your body feels like it’s on fire, you can’t even form the words to ask him to slow down, but given the look on his face you aren’t sure if he’d even hear you.

He looks so out of it, practically drunk. His eyes are half lidded and lips parted as he grunts and gasps. His hands hold your hips in a vice grip that you know will leave marks, not like it matters though, he’s already marked all over your chest and throat.

“Been- been waiting to take ya out fer- fu-uck-“ he pauses, his hips snapping against yours, “since I saw ya bird- knew you were mine. All mine.” He growls out.

His eyes nearly roll to the back of his skull as you clench down on his length, he lets out a breathy moan as he slows his movements.

“W-where you want it birdie? Where y’want me to cum?” He gasps out.

Blows his load as soon as you squeak out a quiet “inside.”

He’s growling, gasping and panting, as he pumps his load into you. Keeps thrusting even after he’s cum, pressing his nose into your hair and whining.

Once the two of you have come down, and you finally stop seeing stars, he quickly hops up to get a wet rag and cold glass of water. Cleans the both of you up and urges you to take a few sips, finishes what’s left of the glass once you do.

You practically pass out as soon as he’s got you wrapped up in his warm, burly arms. He stays awake though, petting your hair and gazing at your pretty face. He’s finally got you, and he’s never letting you go.

Note: it was HELL trying to get this done for you guys today :((( my wifi decided to die once I was halfway through with the first part of this fic, which then deleted everything and I had to rewrite EVERYTHINF. That and my poor doggy has been losing his mind over the fireworks going off every ten mins (curse you Fourth of July). It’s fine tho, cuz I think it turned out so cute. Ofc I had to add in the fluffy ending, also please forgive the repetitive word use and unnecessary commas!! I’m planning on coming back and editing this one hardcore, if I end up adding any major things to it I’ll just post the updated version (as well as this one) but this will do for now!! Just wanted to give u guys something to chew on cuz I left you all high and dry with the first part lol

Simon Riley master list

[todaysdocument]

Coast Guardsman “Bee” Vestal made a study of the white caps in and around Times Square, May 24, 1943. 

Record Group 26: Records of the U.S. Coast Guard

Series: Photographs of Activities, Facilities, and Personalities

File Unit: Art by Vestal through Wood

Image description:

Cartoon showing head and shoulders of 15 men, each of whom is wearing a white Coast Guard or Navy uniform. Each man is also wearing a white “Dixie Cup” hat, each styled a different way. A caption below each sketch provides commentary on the cap’s style: 

“Told me the durn things shrunk.” [Hat oversized]

“--didn’t tell me!” [Hat undersized]

“Back of the neck type (this fellow likes to see just how little it takes to keep hat on.)” [Hat on the back of the head]

“Just washed it and can’t do a thing with it.” [Hat with wavy brim]

“Salty! Proper vision means nothing to this guy.” [Hat tipped forward, almost over eyes]

“The platoon leader or dip in the center type.” [Hat brim has a bit of a point in front?]

“The tri-corner, or Paul Revere style.” [Hat brim formed into three points]

“There’s them wot likes wings.” [Hat brim formed into two points over ears]

“Starboard list. (Good if you have extra strong ears.)” [Hat tilted over one ear]

“The fore and aft, or gravy boat style.” [Hat brim formed into points at front and back]

“Lifeguard type. (Good for sunburned nose)” [Hat brim turned down over face]

“Well they told me to square it.” [Hat brim formed into four points]

“This lad likes the flow aft style, sometimes called cruiser stern style.” [Hat brim pulled into a point at the back]

“College Joe, or sports model.” [Hat brim folded down in front and up in back]

“And then there’s the guy who just doesn’t give a damn!” [Hat with wavy brim]

[bapydemonprincess]

Concern

"Oi," A familiar drawl snaps the butler out of his brief mental check of today's chore list. Chin pinched with black gloves. Looking off into nothing.

Currently both the Gardener and Young Master are standing by, all taken care of; bundled up for the winter chill that has hit them hard this year.

The Young Master insisted vehemently to accompany him and Finnian on their wood gathering. Saying all but "I'm completely done with all my work thus far on my studies, I assure you. so let me get out of this blasted stuffy room for once."

Again in the present Sebastian is still mulling over what he'll be shouldered with after their stroll, and so he still doesn't hear (or more like refuses to acknowledge) the chef approaching them, a purpose in his stomping gait as he arrives right in front of the other man.

"Oi, what th'ell you doin', Sebastian, eh?"

He briefly pinches the end of Sebastian's scarf he threw on half-hazardly, violently shakes it for emphasis, then let's it drop again.

All while looking the butler in the eye as if suddenly he wants to have a bout right there in the main entryway.

"You tryin' t'catch yer death on purpose or wot?"

Sebastian practically snorts, but refrains, lips twitching at this sudden appearance of Mother Henning from the usually unbothered and lazy as-all-get-out chef.

"Oh, is there a problem, Bardroy? Would me being a little chilled while going out for but a mere half an hour bother you?"

"Oh you think you'd be just a "little chilled" eh? Thinkin' you wouldn't come back an' end up catchin' a cold or flu, or even bloody pneumonia with 'ow god awful it is out there, eh?"

He waves briefly over to the boys awkwardly standing near by.

"Meanwhile you got them all bundled up fit for endurin' a winter storm!"

"One: They are children and I am not. Two, Bardroy: it certainly is not my first English Winter, trust me, three-"

Bardroy grabs both ends of the loose scarf and this time tugs firmly, making the taller man prattling before him practically fall forward.

But he doesn't.

Bardroy's firm grip makes sure the other man merely is forced right into his face.

Their foreheads knocking gently, as Sebastian's eyes open wider and stare in pure surprise, those thin eyebrows lifted up high for once.

"Listen 'ere, you," Bard growls low, "believe it or not, the deep south o' Arizona an the like get bloody cold as fuck, got it? In the deserts at night a man can freeze t'death before 'e even realizes it. So don't. Fuck. Wiff cold. Don't ya dare go an' fuck with those harsh winter woods, with these boys on tow, an' next thing ya know Finny's gotta carry back a long ass big ol icle of a butler, prolly cryin' all the fuckin' way, too."

He stops. Finally. Panting a little from this tangent out of no where, noticeably getting red in the face too.

And the butler, still enduring having his face pressed into Bard's the entire time... stars to smile.

And his eyes go half lidded again.

Shimmering and dancing with amusement aplenty.

"Ah, so it would bother you to some extent, then. I see."

And he says it so softly it's almost a whisper, or like just a comment he's making to himself.

Growling again the other man pushes this time, in order to straighten Sebastian up and push him a few inches away.

However he doesn't let him go for long. Oh no, the chef proceeds to grumble under his breath (something about "damn stupid pretty boy with no bloody sense a' self preservation I swear-") as he unwraps the butler's scarf from around his neck and then leans in further, almost aggressively thrusting himself up close again, to wind it back round him. Tighter, more hugging his neck, and finishes with tying what is left somehow.

"There, that's better," Bard openly comments, looking still mad about it but now satisfied with himself as he pulls back a little. But quickly, idly, pats the other man's coat front as if to confirm everything is good.

"I'd also suggest a cap o' some kind too, awright. Somethin' like the scarf. Damn the consequences o' messin' up yer pretty hair an' all that, it's about survival and nothin' else, you 'ear me?'

He finally shuts up this time, really meeting Sebastian's eyes this time, and so invested in this he's expecting to see some kind of expression of grat-

Sebastian sweeps in to kiss the man's cheek.

"Thank you dear," he purrs.

And then he's turning back to the boys and trotting to the door with purpose.

"Now. Let's carry on, before we lose anymore daylight, hm? Follow me."

And Sebastian, the Young Master, and Finny are almost out the door.

When the demon hears the familiar loud groan of a man who's just realized his predicament he's gotten himself into coming from back inside.

And Sebastian allows himself the pleasure to grin to himself, eyes shut, looking the picture of a creature who's just won a hard fought battle and all the spoils that entails.

Note: this whole scene is inspired by that now famous kuro chapter title page from chapter 198:

[xiaoluclair]

Lestappen + accidental hand touching in the paddock!!! <3

no idea WOT this is, please proceed with caution!

accidental hand touching in the paddock // lestappen // [ rating: T ]

Known for the record, Charles is entirely okay and nonplussed by all of this. He is not a prude, he is not homophobic, he has touched dick before. His own. And now.

Max's laughter is very loud and very obnoxious. It grates, it guffaws. It grinds a horridly echoing noise right through Charles's bones, from his elbows to his toes.

“Charles,” snaps Andrea from behind him. Startled back into motion, Charles finished hurrying down the steps, sweat letting the railing slip through the circle of his palm. In front of them, Max has broken into a jog of his own.

His cap does not like this.

Just as Charles has thumped into a rhythm, it goes flinging itself off Max’s head and rolling through the air and eventually over the ground. Max’s head whips around, sees it where it is: a few feet behind him. Charles sees it too: a few feet in front of him.

Something thick growing in his stomach, Charles slows down to pluck up the godawful thing.

“Ferrari’s golden boy,” quips Max, “late.” He sounds slightly breathy. Jesus. His hair is flattened — how sympathetic of you, glowers Charles to the universe.

Charles slows. Holds out the stupid cap. “Kettle meet pot.”

Max reaches for it with a grin. Charles tracks in slow motion from a comfortable distance outside his body: the angular stretch of Max’s fingers. His left hand — his left hand and Charles’s left hand, and the space eaten between them. Fourth fingers brush. The base of it, bare where it roots into his palm, screeches an opera of nightmare bells.

Here comes the bride, all fat and wide…

Max takes the cap and fits it over his head. Charles watches him. The bold, boasting 1 stamped there. His brain, because it hates him, thinks things like: his eyes are really bright. When the sun catches the wisps of his hair, they look like gold thread. The cap on his head would look better off his head. The clothes on his body would look better on the f

“Charles!” Andrea. Again. Bless.

Charles throws himself into a sprint. Not because he is a prude, not because he is homophobic, not because he has a phobia of dicks or rings in places they should not be. But because likely, he is going to be incarcerated for tardiness by the ninth high duchess of Abu Dhabi. At least Max, hot on his heels, probably will too.

In sickness and in health, right?

[glassesfreekjr]

IMG: candid photo of Red Flare District's (alleged) bassist, Deryn Doe. Wanted for illegal data brokering as of 09/10/122023.

Excerpt from interview with two three members of Red Flare District, Inkopolis News Network; 6 September 122023:

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Q: So, i take it the band's second single was composed and arranged primarily by... Haddock, was it? Hiddock (he/him), guitarist: Hiddock. Deryn (presumed she/her), bassist: [incoherent] St. Tuna Piano (he/him), frontman & drummer: Yeah, no input from me at all, man. Real inspiring stuff. Shame Petr coul'n't sing vocals again. Q: ... What was the reason this time? St. Tuna Piano: Cuz 'e choked on a bell pepper, that's wot. Irrevokably out o' commission. Deryn: [incoherent] Hiddock: Truth be told, I was initially inspired after our day trip to Um'ami — er, before it flooded last week, that is — but it wasn't until Shipshape Cargo Co. broke into the whole Turf War shtick that this idea just... arose through spontaneous generation; Squid Athena being birthed, fully formed, from her own skull. I mean, like, this new battleground floats through the remains of the polar ice caps — in essence, the impetus of both humanity's extinction and the Great Turf War, now used for a mundane cargo route and commercialized inkspewing. Don't you think that's oddly messed up? Q: Couldn't say. Anyway: there seems to be some degree of curiousity regarding a sample used around the one-minute mark. Any remarks? Hiddock: From a demo tape we found. Lost media; fit the theme. You wouldn't believe if we told you how we got it. Deryn: [fervent babble; no less comprensible] Q: I... don't believe she was even invited to this interview. How, uh... why is your bassist present? Hiddock: Well, "present" isn't... the word I would use. She's here, certainly. St. Tuna Piano: She comes n' goes as she pleases. Sorry if she touches anythin', 'er hands get all sticky. Q: Yes, but where did she come from? St. Tuna Piano: Same place anyone does, I 'xpect. Hiddock: Under a bridge. St. Tuna Piano (abruptly): Don't worry about it. We, eh, take care of her. Or somethin'.

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(sample source list can be found on my Youtube)

[amemoryofwot]

Introducing our beautiful Aes Sedai ….

Esnaem Tumblragoran :)

(For her first name say it out loud, and I’ll take an extreme liberty making “agoran” a Malkieri suffix much like “nhald” is Taraboner and “ghan” is Cairhien)

And thank you to the 750 (!) people who voted! Let’s break it down!

We’ve already voted her into Malkieri heritage from our previous poll. From the top of this poll she was solidly voted into the Grey Ajah. The Ajahs corresponding to a lesser vote percentage were at a disadvantage due to the meta game of trying to vote her evil, but I’m happy she settled into a slightly less represented Ajah. She was Black for a good chunk of the time which lead to some of my favourite tags:

Age was a little trickier to assign, keeping in mind her Malkieri heritage needs her to be at least say, 50 to 60. So that vote percentage of a total lifespan doesn’t really make sense, so I think easiest thing is just to move that decimal place and make her 96 years old.

Personality wise she’s haughty about half again as much as she is serene which, yknow, fits.

Strength in the Power was a bit challenging as you all know that RJ’s wack leveling system puts Lanfear at level 1 and the highest, so MORE votes would make her weaker in this regard. Helpfully, the Thirteenth Repository has a power level chart that fits better here. If we round her up to Level 8, it makes her powerful enough to travel and puts her on par with such channellers as Verin, Alviarin, Alanna, Annoura, Meidani, and Seonid.

We did it everyone, we voted her to be TWENTY FIVE percent tits. Leading again to another favourite tag.

We voted her into the 6.3 percentile for height, which correlates to about 4’11 and a quarter (the quarter is very important) for the average woman. I looked up general weight range for this height and went with 45kg, which means she’s about 11kg of boobs so uh. Yeah. I tried looking up weight of breast size which I don’t think is even really a thing but the chart I found capped out at 1.5kg per H cup breast. Idk like I said before short and stacked. Fun fact the last screenshot I have of the early poll results show it took over 75 votes before anybody started voting for height which to me was even funnier than the bosom sweep.

She’s got about 5% vote for angreal so let’s give her five angreal of her very own, perhaps even some Malkieri artifacts she is preserving.

She has 8.5% vote for Warders, which is a challenge considering she’s Grey. To keep with the Ajah rules perhaps she only has one officially bonded Warder, but is caretaking a gaggle of aging Malkieri soldiers that are joked to be her Warders.

Most importantly, she has been voted about 21 pillowfriends. Another fun fact this is a higher number than confirmed pillowfriends and lesbians in WoT (I counted something like 18 from the wiki) so girl gets around.

And there you have her, Esnaem Tumblragoran, gilf Malkieri Sister of the Grey Ajah

[textbook-machismo]

Meeting his Grandpa

Pairing: Crosshairs/Drift

Other characters: Stratosphere

Tags:Fluff,gay couple,meeting relatives,awkwardness,protective grandpa,some angst.

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Both Drift and Crosshairs were sitting in the long grassy fields a few feet away from the Yeager's home. Drift sat between Crosshairs legs with his back against his chassis, while Crosshairs had his arms wrapped around his lover's slim waist. It was times like these that they enjoyed, where they had some free time to enjoy eachother's company.

"The sunset is beautiful isn't it?"

Crosshairs smiled and looked down at the smaller bot and replied.

"It ain't as beautiful as ya, mah Luv..~"

Drift felt his cheeks warm up from the compliment, but giggled whilst leaning back against him more into his warm frame.

"I'm glad that we can be together.. after all that has happened.."

Crosshairs nodded in agreement. It has been a wild Rollercoaster, I mean, Drift was in the enemy's team at first and it's been nothing but war. They had to leave their home planet and move to Earth due to the massive destruction the War has created.

"Yea, it's been one helluva ride. At least the others ain't hatin' on us anymore 'bout our relationship."

The others didn't like it when they both began to date since Drift was a former Con, but that didn't stop Crosshairs from being with the Mech he loves with all his Spark.

"I'm also glad that everyone will be gone to do their own thing soon. Meaning.. that we'll have the night all to ourselves..~"

He looked up at Crosshairs with a smirk, a servo rubbing his chassis.

Crosshairs chuckled while taking Drift's servo into his own. "Sounds very temptin' Darl', but we won't be alone unfortunately"

Now Drift was confused as to what he said.

"What do you mean?"

Before Crosshairs could reply, a sudden crash startled them both. They looked over to where the noise came from and a few feet away from them was a bigger bot. Once the mysterious bot stood up Drift got a better view of him.

The bot was big alright, looked much bigger than Optimus. His frame was a type of green with yellow details. He had a helmets cap on and a pair of goggles on top. He seems to be a type of plane though.

"That's wot Ah forgot ta mention."

The big bot was wheezing, but that stopped once he walked over to the two lovebots. Drift noticed that he also had a white bushy mustache.

Crosshairs stood up and helped Drift up to his pedes. "Ah want ya ta meet mah pops, Stratosphere. Pops, this is--"

"So yer the bugger that's datin' my grandson ey? What wos it again? Blift??"

"Drift. It's Drift, Ah said this a couple of times already.."

Crosshairs sighed.

"That's it! It's gettin' difficult to hear things now ya know? The older ya get, the more problems come in!"

Stratosphere laughed but soon turned into a coughing fit and he eventually coughed up a part. Drift watched the part fall to the ground with an uneasy look on his faceplates. He looked up at the paratrooper with a raised opticridge. The Corvette rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward chuckle, not really knowing what to say.

Stratosphere wiped his mouth, groaning.

"Sorries. It happens from time to time."

"I-I still don't understand, Cross"

"OK so, when Ah told him 'bout us datin', he wanted ta meet ya. Ah told him that now wasn't the time, but he's just a stubborn bot."

He looked over at Stratosphere who was busy looking at his surroundings.

Drift felt a bit unsure. "Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, does he know about the.. you know..?" He said in a whispered tone, not wanting Stratosphere to hear their conversation.

"Well.. not exactly..but Ahm sure that the both of ya will get along! Just trust meh on this" Crosshairs wrapped his arms around the Samurai's waist, pulling him closer, giving him a look of reassurance.

Drift still wasn't unsure, but once he looked up to meet his lover's optics, he sighed. "Alright, I trust you.. I'm just.. nervous..."

Crosshairs kissed his temple gently "It's okay Darl'. Besides, Ah'll be right here with ya!"

Unfortunately, Crosshairs smile turned into a frown once he checked the notification he received on his screen piece on his arm.

"Or maybe not. Prime'ssendin' meh on a mission tonight.."

A frown also formed on Drift's face once he heard the news. His anxiety had gotten a bit worse now. "So.. I'm going to be alone with your grandfather? Crosshairs I really don't know if I can--"

"Don' worry Luv, it'll be alright. Gramps here is a good guy. He's just a bit rusty is all" He cupped his cheek with gentleness and pecked his lips. Drift slowly began to calm down and sighed before hugging his mate.

"Alright. Alright.."

Crosshairs returned the hug, squeezing him a bit before letting the smaller bot go. "Alright then, Ah should be back in a few hours. That should give ya plenty of time ta get ta know eachother. A note though: Keep him on the ground, Ah don' want him flyin' about."

After that, Crosshairs says his farewells before transforming into his alt mode and driving off, now leaving Drift and Stratosphere alone.

Drift watched his partner drive off then once he was out of sight, he took in a deep breath and walked up to the giant transformer. "Sooo..Stratosphere. My apologies, but I still find it odd since Crosshairs never really mentioned you or any other relatives."

"And he never mentioned that he was datin' an Ex-Con.." The reply from the older bot left Drift frozen. How did he know?? Crosshairs never told him about that! Drift didn't know how to respond.

Stratosphere noticed this and continued to speak. "Yer frame built and design are the same as Deadlock's.. Ah may be old but mah memory is still good, and Ahm not blind.." He sounded a bit harsh, Drift looked up at him and noticed that his face was cold and serious. He could feel those optics stare into his Spark.

Drift was now even more nervous.

"I-I never meant that sorry! B-But yes that's true.. I was formally a Decepticon b-but I have changed! I chose to join the Autobots for only good" The other bot only hummed in response, staring at Drift.

The samurai studied his posture and expression and funny enough, it was very similar to Crosshairs. Seems like they both share a couple of things.

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It has been almost an hour and both just sat in silence. Drift didn't know what to do anymore! He tried to have a conversation, but Stratosphere only replied with a hum. Obviously he didn't like Drift for being a former Con, but he felt odd about something. The more Drift stared at him, the more he thought about it.

There was something else that was bothering the older Mech.. but what was it?

Drift had had enough and walked over to stand right in front of Stratosphere, looking straight into his optics with folded arms.

"I'm sorry, but this cannot go on. Crosshairs wants the both of us to get along but we can't unless you also try!"

Again, he was met with a hum. Drift got annoyed now, opticbrows narrowing. "There is something else that's bothering you isn't there?" He noticed how Stratosphere looked away, staying quiet. After a few seconds he finally heard him speak.

"It's none of your concern.."

"Please I am begging you at this point! What is bothering you so that we can sort it out, for Crosshairs sake!"

"I want wots best fer him, and that means Ah don't want him datin' someone like ya!" Stratosphere was now looking at Drift's direction, not looking happy at all.

"Why? Apart from my past, what else is bothering yo--!?"

"I DON'T WANT HIM GETTING HURT OK?!"

Stratosphere yelled which caused the smaller bot to flinch. He took in a deep breath to calm himself. Again he was quiet for some time before speaking, in a softer tone this time.

"Crosshairs lost both his Sire an' Carrier when he was only but a Sparklin'. He watched as the filthy Cons tore his parents to shreds..he was traumatized... Ah decided ta raise him, but it wasn't easy. He was miserable Ah tell ya, fer weeks. Ah couldn't stand seeing him like that.. knowin' that Ah can't remove that memory from him..."

Stratosphere sighed, rubbing his temple.

"Ah don' want him gettin' hurt again. Ah can't deal with that again.."

Drift could only stare at him with sympathy and sadness. He finally understood now. Stratosphere was just being protective over Crosshairs. He stepped closer and placed his servo on the bigger Mech's knee.

"I understand. I know you want to keep him safe, I aswell want him out of trouble.. but he's grown up now and he makes his own choices that we can't stop him from. We just have to accept it."

Drift lowered his optics, now looking at the ground. "I know you don't like me being with your grandson but just know this.. I could never bring myself to hurt Crosshairs. He was the first to accept me and I love him with all my Spark, I would protect him no matter what.."

Stratosphere only nodded then finally met Drift's optics with his own. "Ah.. suppose yer right.. he's a proper Mech now and has his own life to live and choices to make..."

"Ahm sorry fer.. fer bein' harsh on ya earlier.. Ah was pretty rude.."

Drift gave him a small smile. "No worries."

Later that same night, Crosshairs drove onto the Yeager property and transformed back into his regular form. He remembered about Drift and Stratosphere and went to go look for them, but when he walked into the barn, a smile formed on his face when he saw his grandfather and partner laughing together.

Stratosphere chuckled then turned his helm, spotting Crosshairs. "Ey lookie who's back!"

Drift got up to hug his lover before kissing his cheek. "How did the mission go?"

"Successful as always" He grinned.

Drift giggled then Stratosphere turned to face them. "Well, it's gettin' late so Ah'll leave you kids be"

Both bots greeted him a goodnight before walking out of the barn together. Crosshairs had his arm around his waist. "So Ahm assumin' it went well?" He said in a hopeful tone.

Drift nodded "Indeed we did. He even told me some stories."

Crosshairs raised an opticridge, now curious. "Wot kind?" This only made Drift smirk. "Oh, some stories about how you changed your look and turned edgy for a while-"

Crosshairs groaned, a shade of blue showing on his faceplates. Of course he told ya that.."

Drift chuckled while pulling out a photo. "I will say, a mowhauk does not really suit you"

"He gave ya pictures too?!?"

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[markantonys]

I’ve never watched wheel of time but I will say that I think something to be said for the debate about costuming is that the game of thrones costumes were INSANE when it came to quality and detail. At least in the first few seasons they were hand-sewn, hand-embroidered, etc. There was a big coffee table type book about them that broke down a lot of the choices the costume designers and department made and the quality of that department still blows me away!!! They were gorgeous and complex and took so much of the worldbuilding and politics into account!

And from what I’ve seen, it seems like the Wheel of Time costumes do the same, it’s just that they draw from very different references and eras!! Maybe there will be some kind of bts/special feature breakdown of what they referenced and the different ideas they drew from for the costuming for WOT. That seems like it would be a good time. It’s really annoying and really unfortunate that a lot of people refuse to see past their own preconceptions of what fantasy means. I’m sorry that so many people are making assumptions about fantasy costuming in your notes, especially. It’s a genre that spans much wider than lotr and game of thrones! Perhaps more people should. Idk. Engage with it more and find that out. Maybe that would fix them.

yeah!! haha it really was just 2 complaints in my notes on a gifset that otherwise had universal gushing about how much people loved the costumes, so thankfully most people are enjoying the WOT costumes (and not being annoying in my notes) and i was definitely being dramatic in my complaints about the complaints! still, there's something to be said about how ingrained ideas of "this is what fantasy costumes are Supposed to look like" are in us, when fantasy as a genre MEANS there's no set definition of what ANYTHING is "supposed" to be.

i didn't watch GOT but i've seen plenty of gifs etc over the years, of course, and the costumes are absolutely beautiful and very detailed! and from what i understand, the books were going for a medieval europe type of vibe for the main kingdoms and so in that respect the show's costumes definitely understood the assignment (tho ofc with their own added Fantasy Flavor). the downside is that they were so influential that it's made a lot of people subconsciously think that that is THE fantasy aesthetic (along with LOTR), and thus anything too different looks out of place to them.

there have been a couple WOT costume bts features that i've seen, and the designers did indeed do similar things where they showed how much stuff was handmade and how detailed everything is, and they talked about taking inspiration from many different real-world cultures & time periods as well! a lot of which is based on the way the author described clothes in the books and the real-world fashion influences he was using. i remember in a season 1 bts the costume designer had a map of WOT's world color-coded according to which real-world cultures are the primary inspirations for the dress of each region of WOTworld (although i think it's a different costume designer for season 2 so i don't know if they adhered 100% to the s1 designer's notes).

to conclude, here are some caps from a scene in s1 that features a large international gathering (same color=same wizard faction, but within each faction are women of many different cultures, so you can see for example that our 4 blue ladies are wearing 4 very different styles). i wouldn't say these are the best costumes in the show because season 2 really took it up a notch (hello, higher budget!), but this particular scene is a great quick illustration of the wide variety of styles going on in the vast continent of WOTworld and of how much detail goes into costumes even for nameless background characters. and most of them do feature the sort of clean lines/angularity that makes our brains go "modern", and most of them do look quite different from the GOT & LOTR aesthetics!

[arrowflier]

Prompts Temporarily Open

OK guys, I have been STRUGGLING after my very long hiatus. So to get me out of my head, we're going to temporarily reinstate speedwrites for practice. If you want to request something here are the rules:

1. Simple please! I'm looking to cap at 30 minutes max.

2. Have no expectations: I'm not necessarily going for quality here.

3. Most of y'all are Shameless pals, but I'll also do Good Omens, maybe OFMD, maybe WoT, and am open to others if I'm familiar.

4. Not taking explicit/smut requests at this time

Feel free to drop ideas on my asks; otherwise, I'll see you soon with a random word generator!

[dynamic-k]

hi i unfortunately lost my question list in all the tissue and random paper from doodling in online lessons-

NOOOOOO

devastated rn

wait i didnt know tumblr dark mode existed

wot it took moving an entire country away for dis??? /j /silly /not-srs

Okayyyyyyyyy... This is for Super Sticks by the way!

Would Purple be able to fly from tech or powers? If tech, would it be from King or RGBY?

but also i thought all of RGBY were going to be able to fly????

Would RGBY have similar fighting styles like in AVM?

Like- would Green use the fishing rod and tend to move around in battle a lot? Would Red use his animals?? WAIT THE BEE CREEPER- ...seconds eel???? sorry im still holding onto that idea i will sell my soul for it- Would Blue continue chugging drugs? ...does Yellow get a staff?

Hold up does King even make his staff?

I'm going to say that's enough questions for today :D

Forgot to mention, I'm back i guess. So uh- Hello! havent been here for a while ;-;

Have a great week in case I dont ask another question in that time!

-R

NOOOO THE LOST NOTESSS :O U n U I despise it so much when that happens siergwgjwjeoqele

..EHEHEHHEHEHHHEHEHEH "Dark" mode-

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You have an incredible tendency to ask just the right questions at the right time, right at the moment I happen to be thinking and brainrotting about it- XD

Alright- So-

Since I did kinda already share --in that other post-- a light basis of what the CG in Super Sticks would be able to do, you know... I might as well elaborate a bit, yeah? XD

Top secret paper, there you go, have fun reading through the blur.

okay okay

I'm not thaaatt mean- XD

I know what is written there and I'm still having difficulty- XD

[I can catch "All have wings", and everyone's names..]

Anyway- Uhmmm

Blue gets illusionary tech [hologram projection stuff, teehee] and leaping armor to jump significantly higher and farther than normal. [+wings]

Red gets flash teleporting; armor that temporarily can alter his very code to move it short distances away, and multiple burst teleports can be done in short succession of each other. Plus extra strength in the form of power punching armor-ey gloves. [+wings] (He does get ahold of dizzy suppressants later to aid with the occasional nausea side effects).

Yellow gets hard light properties: Can create hover platforms, a sword, shielding, and hard light ammo that he can fling fast and far distances. It requires a very powerful source of energy to function, which ends up being a gem in a garage sale that will be found and utilized at one point in the near future. It looked like a lamp decoration jewel and was sold cheaply. Yellow also gets cool googles with many different functions. [+wings]

Green gets durable, very long, coils of string stored in dual arm guns. There are capped sticky ends so when he shoots the string out, the rounded end will catch ahold of a surface and like a grappling hook he can climb and latch onto things. He also gets coded blades on the same arm guns. He cannot use the shooting string and the blade at the same time, they are only interchangeable since both are stored and swappable in the same gun. He may use one gun for shooting string and the other to hold a blade, however. [+wings]

The entire point was to give each quadruplet a main weapon, obviously a set of wings, and then a backup mode of transportation as a fail-safe in case there is wing malfunctions or failures.

These powers may be altered slightly as I get closer to the point of the plot where it is officially stated and explained..? Perhaps? But this is what I have come up with for now. :D

I also want to play on the Team Effort part of the Color Gang's journey in putting together their upgrade costumes.

Blue in his mini-bedroom laboratory, crafting dizzy suppressants for Red. Someone besides Yellow locating that garage sale gem that powers the hard light tech.

Everyone gets a major opportunity to assist in the full-scale construction of their hero-ing equipment.

It's not all just "Yellow builds everything and his siblings kinda assist him", no. They really work together to bring Second's birthday gift to its completion.

I can't share everything that happens, but this is where you can expect the story to go. :D

Now Purple-y Wurple-y over here, is gonna be a surprise. >:3

You needa wait and see until I get there in the plotline, before you know all of what he can do. U v U

I will say that it is King's tech, though. :D [Purple, much like the CG, does not retain any legit genetic superpowers and instead has upgrades to rely on]

Honestly, it is really funny you mentioned Green and his fishing rod when I have string shooters for his upgrades- XD

Red would NOT use his multitudes of cute, little, fragile animals, for fear of them getting hurt- :O

No Beeper. [The collective fandom name for Bee-Creeper]

There is no eel YET, but there may be, I have not decided.

XD With how excited and attached you are to the eel, I just might I just might- Honestly it'd be so cute for Second to end up with an eel pet~

Blue will indeed enjoy his bitter fungus several times over in the future, if naught but for the comedics~ It's not drug-like or alcoholic in my AU, though. Just tastes bad to most sticks.

There will be no staffs. Not for Yellow, nor for King.

:D You also have a great day!

You've already made mine epic with your ask! :3

[exhausted-archivist]

Cut Content: Plants

I'm slowly making my way through my Herbalist's Handbook project and through the process I've been yanking out references of all fauna in dai, cut or final. So, I thought I'd share some of the cut plants/fungi I've found. They fall into three categories: Cut but Canon through other sources, Cut but Canon - different design, or Cut Entirely.

Personally, I enjoy finding the remnants of such assets in the game files, there is a bittersweet joy in it. Knowing that BioWare did consider adding in the elements and variety I craved but also knowing they likely got cut due to time, scope, or mechanic limitations. I really hope they continue to add new flora for us, and I hope to discover even more in the next game. I'll be interested to see if any of these make an appearance later and if they'll have any of the uses I'm outlining in my herb project.

For more plant posts see: Flora of Thedas Real Plants in Thedas

**Edit - changed the language because tumblr decided to post the image arrangement differently than I had it.**

Cut, but Canon Plants

These first two are actually the same plant- or rather fungus. On the left is a weird one that technically falls into the cut but canon - different design but wanted them side by side.

This is spongeroot. A little surface mushroom that we only know by name thanks to the World of Thedas (WoT) vol. 2 book and by the file names. The left is the cut design, the right is the final design (sans colouration) that we actually see in WoT. It's found in the Trespasser DLC files.

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The second is called ghoul's mushroom. This is a deep mushroom codex. It is one of the most commonly used mushroom by herbalists. [source] Other then that we don't know much about them, but they're found in the base game Inquisition files. Given that they have garden cards, we can presume they were at the very least harvestable at one point.

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Cut, but Canon - Different Design

From top to bottom we have the cut designs of Ghoul's Beard - Short, Blightcap, and Spindleweed - Landform.

Ghoul's Beard Short This has no real difference from the final game version other than it is stockier and bushier than what we see in-game. Personally, I enjoy the exploration into such a simple variation as it would be rather common to have differences in length.

Blighcap This is another common deep mushroom used by herbalists in Thedas. We also see mention of blightcap in WoT vol. 2: "Flat-capped and gray that grows in clay: Blightcap, the hunter's bane." Given the image is stylized, I can't tell accurately the colours, but it isn't flat-capped and thus why it's placed here.

Spindleweed - Landform Interestingly, DA2 had a similar model for when it introduced spindleweed. Though the leaves here are only a single lobe instead of three lobes on the DA2 spindleweed. This is an interesting variation to me because it would lend more variety in the spindleweed family but it would also explain how people could grow spindleweed in their garden away from water.

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Cut Entirely

From top to bottom we have blade lotus, desert bloom, and desert rose. There is no information on either as they seem to be completely new plants that were intended to be introduced into Inquisition's base game.

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