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ask-the-octavinelle-three · 3 years

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Today I will be giving you a presentation on why Octavinelle is delicious. I am copy pasting this from the internet that I've been browsing for quite a while. Well, atleast I learned how to marinate eels and how to store octopus.

Eels taste really good. The texture of the meat is soft yet firm, has a nice chew on it, and it doesn't have that fishy aftertaste. Although saltwater eels have thicker skins and tougher meat than fresh water ones, both still taste good. Some might say that eel meat tastes a little bland, but it is not.

Eels are rich in vitamins A, B1, B2, B12, D and E, which means they'll help your body get a jump on just about any problem. They're also rich in omega-3, which can help head off diabetes, an important consideration in the land of mountains of white rice and nama biiru (draught beer).

For the carb-conscious, eel contains no sugar, and is low in sodium and high in phosphorus. It is rich in omega-3 fatty acids and protein which is great in terms of protecting our heart and maintaining healthy bones, improve blood pressure, lower cholesterol and reduce the risks of diabetes and arthritis.

So yes, eel can be delicious, and it's especially high in omega-3 fatty acids. But it can also be served in a sugary brown sauce that provides nothing nutritious – just calories. For the lowest calorie options, choose tuna, yellow tail, shrimp (not tempura) or salmon rolls.

Plus, the technique to capture and kill them is fairly easy just don't die.

To kill an eel, seize it with a cloth and bang its head violently against a hard surface. The best thing to do is to put the eels in iced water or in the freezer until they become very slow and docile, then hit them hard against a wall, stone or some other sturdy surface.

The simplest method of killing eels is to put them in a deep container and rouse them with salt; leave them for up to 2 hours to kill them and to remove much of the slime. They should not be completely buried in salt; a good sprinkling is sufficient.

In addition to its long snake like shape, scale size might be a reason why eels are so much more slippery to the touch than other fish. Removing the slime layer will kill the eel. Many commercial fishermen sprinkle salt on their caught eels in order to more quickly remove the slime and kill the fish.

Newly killed eels should be washed thoroughly in clean water; up to half an hour in cold water, followed by very careful scraping, may be necessary to remove final traces of slime and, where the eels are to be smoked whole, it is necessary to scrub the skin to give a good appearance to the finished product.

Ground sansho pepper, a native pepper to Japan with a strong herbal flavor, is a popular condiment to serve with eel, as it cuts through the fatty flavor of the eel. Unagi can be eaten at a variety of restaurants, such as tempura, kaiseki or sushi restaurants, or at specialty unagi restaurants known as unagiya.

Well-cooked octopus has a similar texture and taste as lobster. Its texture and smell are characteristic of the meat, while its flavor is mainly influenced by the ingredients used in the cooking. This is why most restaurants serve it with a sauce, adding some flavour.

Most people related Octopus to something chewy, bland, and tough. ... A well-cooked octopus has a very distinctive texture and smell. However, its flavor is mostly influenced by the ingredients used along with it and the cooking method. You can eat raw octopus to experience a slightly sweet flavor.

Octopus meat is uniquely textured — smooth, but with a firm-to-chewy “bite.” The animal's diet of high-quality shellfish gives it a mild, sweet flavor. The edible skin is purplish-black and covers milky white meat. Cooked meat is translucent beige, sometimes with hints of deep pink.

Humans of some cultures eat octopus. The arms and sometimes other body parts are prepared in various ways, often varying by species and/or geography. Octopuses are sometimes eaten or prepared alive, a practice that is controversial due to scientific evidence that octopuses experience pain.

Live octopus is a delicacy in some parts of the world, including South Korea and Japan. But if it isn't prepared properly, it could kill you. A nutritionist said it's not recommended because the suckers make octopus a choking hazard.

Octopus. Sannakji connoisseurs enjoy more than just the taste of the fresh meat; they enjoy the sensation of the still-active suction cups on the octopus' arms as they stick to the mouth and attempt to climb back up the throat. Novices are advised to chew before swallowing to avoid the threat of being choked.

Octopus is an excellent source of omega-3 fatty acids, "good fats" linked to a range of heart-healthy benefits. Omega-3s can lower your blood pressure and slow the buildup of plaque in your arteries, reducing stress on the heart.

Most octopus hunters use spear guns to capture them close to shore, although they can get tangled in a fisherman's net. When you spear an octopus, you have to humanely and quickly kill it. The spear gun is not enough. The octopus will still be alive, wrapping its arms around you.

Salting is essential to tenderness, or fatal; brief dips in boiling water tenderize, or long slow cooling, or a rubbing with grated daikon, or the addition of a wine cork to the cooking liquid. Last week I stumbled on a Greek food scientist's report that small amounts of vinegar tenderize octopus.

Azul looked over the long document, he frowned and flipped between the pages before putting it aside. He sat back and folded his hands in his lap. “I see what you are talking about when it comes to fish, I reiterate we are merfolk. Not only are we not good to eat, we tend to bite back.”

#azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #jade leech #twisted wonderland #ask

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diary-of-an-onliner · 3 years

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a/n: this is based on, and a counterpart/continuation of @ickle-ronniekins 's head in the clouds — thanks for the inspo babe, this one is for you

Fred Weasley was not happy. Sure, he had made a lot of questionable, or as other people like to say 'bad', decisions in his life, but taking Care of Magical Creatures was one of the worst. Yes, it made Hagrid ecstatic, and that's always a good thing to see; yes, it's useful for his future business. However a hellfire-cracken the size of a shoebox was making him rethink his choices.

For the lack of a better distraction, he focused on digging a hole in the grass with his trainer as Hagrid’s rumbled instructiones flew over his head, missing both ears and zooming away into an indifferent oblivion. George is taking this already, he looked to George, who was quite enchanted with his partner, and thoroughly enjoying it, couldn't we have split up? He kicked the dirt lightly, startling the girl next to him.

Neither Fred nor his Slytherin partner were thrilled with each other,but misery loves company, so it might be for the best.

"How's the weather up there?" said his partner, who was crouching eye — er, shell-level, with the creature, but keeping her distance nonetheless. Her hair waved and flickered on her shoulder as she bounced on her heels.

"Immaculate, thanks for asking." he said, not wanting to get closer to the scorpion-lobster lovechild from the asshole of hell. "Y'know Hagrid said those things burn, bite, and sting, right?"

"So do I.” she said sarcastically, still keeping her gaze tied to the monster. “I'm not going to touch it, I'm just looking. You're aware we need to sketch it, label its parts and write an essay about it later?" Fred shifted his weight from foot to foot restlessly.

"Yes." his nostrils flared.

She pursed her lips and, after a moment of silence, said: "I dare you to touch it."

He crossed his arms. "I am not taking dares from you. We met three minutes ago and I haven't enjoyed a second of it."

"What's up your ass?" she turned to him, still crouching. "Actually, I don't care. Just don't take it out on me." The creature clicked their — tail? — pincers? — their something.

"I wasn't—" she raised an eyebrow and he fell silent, and looked away.

"'m not very thrilled to be here." he mumbled. "And that ugly death trap isn't making it better. Can we start over?" he asked, sighing and tiredly sweeping his left hand through his hair, and offering his right to her.

She took it and pulled herself up, then promptly smoothed out her skirt, shook his still proffered hand, and introduced herself.

Unlike his messy untucked shirt, her uniform was pressed down to the socks and her shoes held no traces of mud. It gave her a calculating, and slightly cold aura, as if she was drawn with a set of rulers and a compass. She was probably more geometrical than anyone who had ever taken Care of Magical Creatures.

"Fred." he said, even though she knew.

"Well Fred, we will be working together on this Blast-Ended Skrewt for the next few weeks, so that 'ugly death trap’ is our son you're talking about." she chided with a smile that better belonged on a sly fox rather than a girl.

"You sound very attached to it." he shot back. An idea, a thought, a silver of a notion that this might be fun slithered along the floor of his skull.

"Him.” She corrected with her pointer finger in the air. “And it's called being a good parent." she lightly jabbed him in the chest.

"Okay then. Go pet your son." Fred smirked.

They turned toward the beast which was playing in the grass like a puppy. It seemed to be wiggling its tails.

Her eyes narrowed: "Which part is the head?"

"I don't know. We should probably figure it out, since the other side shoots flames." he said in an amused tone.

"It's supposed to be a sucker, so it might be the penis-looking side." he chuckled, but when she turned to stare at him expectantly, his red eyebrow jumped in question. A breeze ruffled their hair.

"Go on then, don't be shy, we need to compare." she said flatly.

He burst out laughing so hard, a few people around them turned to stare - quite a dangerous thing to do at the moment seeing as some of the beasts started snipping. A yelp sounded from afar, and Fred laughed even harder.

At least his partner is funny.

"Seriously though, this thing is going to fire-fart on us soon and we need to figure it out."

“You don’t feel better in nature?” her tone piqued as she turned the pages of a book. Their desk was covered with them, during the first of their many study meetings.

“No.” Fred played with his quill, spinning it through his fingers. “You do?”

“I feel clearer, especially near water.”, thump, she shut her book and discarded it.

“How come?” he balanced on the back legs of his chair, eyes darting around.

“I don’t know. It’s not a thing I question.”, flip, flip, flip, “It just lures me out of my head, and makes me feel a little more real, like I’m aware of my own existence. Sharper, yknow?”

Fred shook his head.

“I don’t have a need to get out of my head, it’s great in there.” he joked. She snorted and passed him a book with a piece of paper sticking out.

“Don’t you? You seem to be in there a lot though. I think you think too much.” Fred chukled, “That’s something I've never been told.”

“Then it’s about time.” she threw his way, but she had yet to look at him, Fred noted. The idea of her as geometrical played around in his head. “Try it next time. People exist a little sharper sometimes. It stops you from feeling like you’re going to float away.” her eyes finally flickered to him like two needles of her compasses, and shot him down. His chair hit the ground.

Before Fred had a chance to say something else or roll her idea around in his brain, she passed him a piece of parchment with a soft order to, “Write.”

His diagram of their unnamed child was much neater than hers, but his illegible handwriting distracted from it perfectly.

"That is not a t."she said, her hair almost electrified from stress-combing it with her hands.

"It's obviously a g." he chirped, but his tone sounded worn down all the same. She squinted at the paper with her mouth open for a moment, then gave up.

"How are you still this peppy?" she asked as her gaze lazily rolled itself away from the books. His tie was completely undone and being used as a bookmark, his shirt unbuttoned and ruffled like his hair, ha, carrot head!, but he took no note of it as he balanced on the back legs of his chair again. Every so often, a clank would sound amid their conversation when the chair struck against the stone floor and his feet hit the ground, before he leaned back again.

"What are you talking about? I'm knackered." he yawned.

She looked up, and her thoughts leaked out of her head. The scenery through the window behind him was gorgeous, lit on fire by the dusk— oversaturated reds and pinks which lined the dark purple clouds.

With a loud tap on the library floor, the front legs of Fred's chair touched the ground and his head covered the sun perfectly, giving him a golden lining and making his orange hair melt into the background. The clear lines of his face looked almost chiseled in contrast to the haziness behind him.

A weight settled in the center of her torso, an iron bowling ball rolling between her stomach and her heart. He was handsome. She knew this. But she used to know it the way one knows they should drink water when they’re thirsty. Knowing you needed it after you drink him in, swallow, and sign, is another story.

She felt a warm metal line grow out of her chest, like a vine towards the sunlight, enter his chest and settle.

For a few moments she imagined it. She tried to note the dragging sensation of warm iron and let herself be pulled to him. She imagined the ball rolling in his center, and all his squirming being in an attempt to adjust it instead of just staying awake.

Then she blinked. Took in the real scene. Despite being exhausted, she felt tranquil in their little corner filled with books and a few very ugly sketches. She picked one up.

“Are we allowed to call his head a dick?” She questioned, but Fred just yawned and shrugged. His chair tipped back again.

“You’ll hurt yourself.” She said flatly, words moving from line to line like trains with the shittiest track designs ever.

“The thrill keeps me awake.” he closed his eyes, hair still a burning red. She didn’t dare look at the Sun for too long. Her eyes tried to follow the words. The ball rolled.

He slid another sketch towards her. “I think we should use this one.”

She put the first one aside, their hands brushing as she took the new parchment. She heard the scraping of his chair on the floor as he moved closer until his collarbone pressed against her shoulder as he leaned over to point. The body heat he was emitting only reminded her of the weariness her body carried. It also refashioned her bowling ball into an anchor slowly sinking through her stomach, tickling her insides on the way down.

The sketch was neater and much simpler than others, no more than a handful of black lines on a yellowing parchment.

“This part is the head.” Fred pointed out. “I think. It looks weird and there isn’t exactly a good reference for a randomly cross-bred demon.” He seemed so focused on his drawing that she got the feeling he was avoiding her eyes intentionally. Stupid, really. They’re both just tired and have a lot of work.

Look at me.

He didn’t.

She banished all her stupid silly thoughts, and tried to turn to the books for the next few hours.

Fred stayed circling warmly on the edge of her orbit, moving around her but never looking, never acknowledging her as anything other than a voice and a pair of friendly working hands. The silly stupid thread she felt earlier vibrated. She didn't bring it up for fear they wouldn't finish all their work if she were to derail the conversation, so she waited until the end of their study session.

However, when the anticipated end neared, his chair hit the stone the last time and when she turned to him, Fred was lying on his arms on the table, asleep. His outline was as bright and as sharp as ever, but his face was soft and smooth from relaxation, like a marble statue melting. The anchor in her stomach lurch up at the sight, but she swallowed it down, smiled, and laid her head on the table too.

Another sunny afternoon had George almost skipping to his quirky partner. And Fred was glad, he liked to see his brother happy and loved teasing him for being in love even more — but he still hated the bloody beasts. He was thankful for George's efforts to cheer him up, but Fred refused to move out from under his personal gloomy cloud, choosing to carry it alone instead, the way one would an umbrella.

As soon as George mentions his partner, he knows it's time to leave him to his beloved, as he does, with minimal mocking involved (—but come on!).

As Fred approached her, he saw her roll her eyes. Funny. Something about knowing she's as un-excited as he is made his chest swell up with what can only be described as the sudden understanding of the real depth of companionship between you and a stranger, an acquaintance, a friend. I might not like this, but I am not alone.

"They're four feet long already. Your future sister-in-law," said his partner, gesturing to George's love with her head, at which Fred smiled warmly, "said we only get to work with them for another class. I think she might cry." His clouds stopped thundering.

"Don't be rude." he replied but did not sound angry in the least.

"I'm not. She's a nice girl and God bless her for being passionate about this. We need people like her, otherwise the rest of us would have to care as well." she reasoned.

"There's that warm and welcoming Slytherin care I've heard all about." he said sarcastically.

"Rude. Gingers truly are soulless." Fred got nudged in the ribs.

"Oi!"

"Oi yourself!" she flipped her hair and flashed her foxy smile. No, it's fox-like. "Don't start things you can't finish."

"Well, I'm ready to be done with this thing." he looked pointedly at the snapping creature reaching out to them like a baby in a cot.

They received their instructions from Hagrid to feed, entertain, and check the health of the creature and set off to work. After a few minutes of silence, Fred spoke.

"I think there's something wrong with this thing." he squinted.

"Him." She corrected, "He's our son."

"Well I think our son is pregnant." Fred’s face soured.

“No way." she replied, kneeling closer to the beast than she'd ever dared before. "How do you know?"

"A hunch?" Fred shrugged his very nicely shaped shoulders. No! "I'm not sure. It did eat three times as much as the others. It should be a lot fatter."

"He." She absent-mindedly corrected, trying to get a good enough look.

"He doesn't look sick but he's being weird." he squatted next to her, bouncing on his heels.

"Maybe he's lonely. We both ditched a few times." She bumped her knee into his. "I dare you to touch him."

Fred laughed as he turned to her. "I'm not that commited of a father. You do it."

"Why me? You need to do something too!" she whined as their son approached in a rather puppy-like gait, as if he was going to rub against their legs, and Fred's gaze slipped off her, like that day in the library.

"I'll do whatever you want.” he paused "Within reason, of course."

"Touch him."

"Within reason."

"Fine." their dark-shelled son stood before them now, but they were not as hesitant this time. The beast looked at Fred with either his head or his stinger (how is it still not clear?).

Slowly and shakily, her hand reached out. She almost withdrew it, but it already made contact with their son's back and he made a sound similar to purring, which was both surprising and unsettling. Her face bent in disgust as her entire palm pressed against his black shell, gleaming maroon in the sunlight.

"Ew. He's slimy." she detached her hand to see a catran-like substance coating it. "How is he slimy?"

Fred's nose was scrunched as well but an amused gleam flickered on his face nonetheless. “Disgusting.”

"Well, I did it." she complained, trying to wipe her hand on his arm, but he rose to his feet quickly, laughing.

“Keep that to yourself.” Fred warned, trying to avoid her swift attempts to use him as a rag.

“Come on!” She whined. “We’re in this together. If I have to be gross then so do you.” she jumped up after Fred.

He felt weightless as he maneuvered around her and the clawing beast that still purred by their feet, and he realized how warm the sunlight was. His little cloud was gone. In that distracted second of their impromptu three-creature quickstep, she wrapped her clean hand around his hand and pulled herself closer to him.

She grinned from ear to ear, and Fred felt her wet, cold hand sliding down his shoulder. She wiped a few times down his arm and chest with a wickedly satisfied look in her face as he wondered why he didn’t mind it so much. His eyes danced over her face the way his trainers had over the grass mere seconds ago.

“What?” she asked. Wait, she was speaking.

“Um, nothing.” his face rearranged itself from a goofy smile (What?) and he looked at his stained shirt. Before he even had time to comment, her voice made the center of his stomach tighten.

“Do you think he'd lick one if she asked?” Fred followed her gaze to George, looking as dreamy as his partner who was purring back at their Blast-Ended Skrewt. Sunlight covered them too.

Her hand still held onto him.

Fred sighed, both amused and lightheaded from a new discovery threatening to unveil its face in his mind. George laughed so loudly it reached Fred’s ears, and he responded, “Yes.”

“Would you lick one for me?” she batted her eyelashes.

“Absolutely not.” he said without missing a beat.

“What kind of a father won't even lick his own son?” she put a hand on her chest, faux-horrified.

“I still think our son is pregnant.” he said, grinning at her.

“What kind of a father won't lick his own pregnant son?” she humored.

“You're making this worse than it has to be.”

Her eyebrow rose as she offered: “You can always do this alone?”

“No.” something ugly and covered in spikes spun in Fred's stomach.

“Well then,” she said smugly, as if she knew, “you need to start cooperating.” She tugged on his arm with her hand that was there the whole time. Her arm slid around his as she pulled him along, and Fred adjusted his collar with his fingers. When did they get so far away from the group?

“You don’t pet him, you don’t groom him with your tongue like a cat, what do you do? I haven’t seen you change a single diaper!” she over-exaggerated. “I’m basically a single mother!”

He laughed and apologized, feeling lighter and sharper than he had all day.

His future sister-in-law was wrong. They worked on their loving, puppy-like hell scorpions for three more classes, and had another one in a classroom, correcting their essays. During that class, they found out that their son really was pregnant, at which they laughed all the way to the Great Hall.

Fred felt something heavy rolling over his intestines when he thought of the end. It wound itself around his organs until his lips dropped. Nevertheless, he grinned at George (who definitely saw through him), and, with his chin up like a proud lion, departed from him to sit next to his partner, one last time.

He thought about her more often than he expected to, and he feared he might have to stop soon.

As he slid next to her, his metaphorical tail curled closer to him. She beamed brightly at him, and offered her closed fist.

“You ready, partner?”

No, he curled his fingers with a smile, I don’t think I am, and bumped their hands together.

“Doesn’t have to end? Didn't you listen?” she asked him incredulously as he caught up with her. He couldn’t say he has, as his ears buzzed deafeningly loudly since they received their O.

Maybe she had a point when she said there were moments when people felt more defined as he was more sure than ever that he existed in the corridor leading to the Care of Magical Creatures classroom, as his limbs filled with lead at the way she spoke.

“I just thought if you—” his mouth shit on its own. “You know—”

“Holy shit, you really didn’t listen?” but this time she laughed. “Hagrid said we can pick our own partners for the next project.” Her arm curled around his own, “So unless you want to dump me, we march on.”

Whatever heavy thing has been making his stomach a winter home the past week flew off to their summer residence.

She definitely had a point about grounded moments, because when her hand squeezed his arm, the lead leaked out and the awareness of every part of his body slammed into focus.

And Fred smiled back.

She smiled promisingly at him, his heart stuttered, and his sneakers sunk into the stone beneath him.

#fred weasley #fanfic #fred weasley x reader #hp fanfic

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addershade · 4 years

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Minecraft Cave Update Suggestions

It's been a while since I did a game update suggestion list, so I thought I'd give my thoughts on a game I've played a lot since I was a kid: Minecraft.

This list will be slightly less structured than my SSO one, since the problems here are less a lack of mechanical finesse and more a lack of innovation. I have several ideas for new ways to improve the caving or 'spelunking' experience in Minecraft. I'm therefore going to give some creative suggestions that I think would improve the game and the mining experience overall.

Underground Cave Biomes

1. Bioluminous

An underground cave biome where there are blue and green mooshrooms that glow in the dark. There are little cave slugworms and mushrooms that stick to the walls and pulse with light. And there's blue vines and trees and even bioluminescent algae in the water. This biome is largely aesthetic, but the trees, vines, mooshrooms and slugworms are unique items that add a layer of interest. A new ore similar to glowstone can also be found here called "phosphoresce" that can be mined into dust. The dust can then be crafted into blue/green glowing blocks (lanternstone, lightstone, lumistone or something similar) The slugworms can be crafted into lanterns that emit a blue/green light and the planks crafted from the trees are a nice blue colour.

2. Ice Caves

Ice caves have buried treasure within. The player has the chance to find lost explorers, dead or alive, that they can loot or lead to the surface for a reward. In the ice caves it's so cold that you need woolen armour or you won't be able to stay very long. If you are in them for too long you get frostbite, which means your hearts turn black and slowly begin to dwindle. You can cure frostbite by going near fire, lava or lit furnaces. There are also new mobs here, like ice cats and ice cave cyotes that can be tamed. Hostile mobs also, like ice spiders or frozen ghouls that can bite the lost explorer and turn them against you.

3. Cave Crawler Nests

A, not immediately hostile, nest of spiders named Cave Crawlers. Cave crawlers can be any size, but there is always one gigantic one known as the Queen. The player has to get to the treasure at the centre of the web. To do this there is a randomly generated parkour course, and the spiders only become hostile once the player falls into the webs. From there, the player either has to fight them or ward them away with fire to get to the prize. The reward in the chest itself is some kind of unique armour or enchantment. Cave crawlers drop string and crawler eyes that can be used to craft Cure Frostbite Potions. They are also warded away by ice cave cyotes.

4. Underground villages

Underground villages house the mole people. They are shorter than regular villagers and live their lives completely underground. They hate the light and only use materials from the Bioluminous biome to light their village. This is to the extent that they will remove torches from their houses placed by the player. The player can trade with them, live among them or loot them as usual. The mole people are able to mine ores like stone and dirt, and will actually fight cave mobs as long as they are not at too low health. Cave crawlers like to attack villages, sometimes even making their nests within them once all the mole people have been killed.

5. Ocean Caves

Long dark passages filled with chains, discarded lobster pots and faded tapestry lead to Ocean Caves. These are caves that are affected by the tides but have a chance of housing pirate ships or smuggling bays. If you can get to the ship before the cave fills up, then treasure like gold, armour and unique enchantments await you. Remnants of pirates and smugglers scatter these caves like piles of bones and wandering skeletons. There will be traps, enchantments and skeleton dogs trying to guard their sunken vessel so tread lightly and bring your best sword. And if it is a smugglers cave then an army of angry marauders will meet you, determined to silence you.

Cave Dangers

Here are some added dangers that could make the caves seem more deadly and more threatening.

1. Natural Gas

Certain ores when uncovered give off a poisonous gas, and there are different types depending on the ore. One kind, that for now we'll call Dormant, is only activated when mined. It drops nothing and will poison the player but once they learn to avoid it, it is not especially dangerous. The next is Explosive. Explosive gas is emitted from Explosive Gas Ore in cave pockets underground. It fills the air with small sparkles that are visible in all levels of light. If the player uses any form of fire around it, torches included, an explosion is triggered. To get around this the player uses slugworm lanterns. The next is Hissing Gas. Hissing Gas will emit a noise similar to a creeper about to explode when the player is nearby. If the player makes contact with Hissing Gas Ore, a poisonous reaction is triggered. This gas can be mined away by gold pickaxes safely.

Canaries can be captured in cages and carried by the player. When they are near a type of gas, they will begin to sing. This adds an extra layer of warning.

2. Haunted Passages

The most popular spelunking videos tend to be ones where people believe they had found some sort of scary happening. I think dark, sparsely lit cave passages with strange noises and abandoned diaries of lost Explorers, perhaps with the voices of Sirens in the background could add just a little layer of spook factor. Enough to creep people out.

3. New Mobs

Some new mobs that will add extra layers of danger simply through being around.

Cave Crawlers (hostile)

Pirates/Smugglers (hostile)

Frozen Ghouls (hostile)

Ice spiders (hostile)

Sirens (hostile)

Sirens lead players to ice and ocean caves with their voices, then attack them

Blood bats (hostile)

Blood bats will attack the player without warning but are relatively weak

Ice Cyote (provokable)

Ice Cats (provokable)

Lost Explorers (provokable)

Mole People (peaceful)

Bioluminescent Mooshrooms (Peaceful)

Slugworms (peaceful)

Canaries (peaceful)

#minecraft #mineblr #game development #game update #minecraft update #nether update #cave update #i'm not a professional #these are just for fun #these are just ideas #these are just my opinions #update ideas #game idea

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daggerzine · 3 years

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Celebrity Mixtape Party #3 with celebrity musical guest Jonathan Segel!

Big thanks to our Stockholm correspondent for giving a listen to mixtape number three. I had as much fun reading Jonathan's musings as I did making the mix.

The Neats - 6

I had a thing against this band because of their use of a capital-Lamdba as an A on their band logo, so I always read it as “The Nelts” and by the time I finally understood it was “The Neats” I wasn’t interested. This song is an obvious love poem to 96 Tears, with the organ sound and spy-riff guitar. Nice Pebbles-type music, the lyrics are stupid.

The Chills - I Think I Thought of Nothing Left To Think About

Chills are great, I have always been a fan of the NZ scene, so many good bands. “Driving yet melodic” as they used to say

The Mantles - Don't Cross Town

Nice simple melody guitar intro. Indie band quality recording, good for those in the know (I’m not, though.) Again, the classic guitar/organ with the bass and drums. These guys sound like they learned how to play in order toto form this band.

Magazine - Touch and Go

Nice edgy new wave from Magazine! This is classic stuff, heard on KDVS when I was in high school, making rock music what it needed to be. Listening now, I can hear the glam in it as well.

Naked Raygun - Rollerqueen

Bass driven rock music with droney scream vocals, I guess it was considered punk at the time. But it’s a love song! About a big legged lady, no less. From the punk styles that used Marshall amps, yet claimed to hate the big rockers of the 70s.

The Names - Floating World

Back to the classic 80s organ/chugging guitar/arpeggios with a chorus pedal. I’m glad people made records like this, nobody would tolerate singing like this these days unless it was from teenagers. “let’s go away, far.”

Unrest - Vibe Out

“Vibe out”, vocoded. Bass riff central again, eventually we get to the almost-in-tune girl vocal pair, which I have to say, makes me happy. There’s something about it that makes me happy, especially the suspensions. All strummy strum, downstrokes on the bass, with that pair of crooners melodicizing.

Slant 6 - 30/30 Vision

Ok now we’re in proto-math rock territory, awesome riffs and key changes, great sounds from the guitars and bass. Spoken vocals, again, the almost in tune girl melodics that just get me. Great build to new sections! Faster pace, and a weird phrase for the chorus “30/30 vision” then back to the slow bass riff. I think I would have loved these guys live, never saw them!

New Order - Ceremony

The most pop track so far, most of these bands with the bass-riff intros probably copped it from these guys. This is a great track (and I’m not a super NO fan) with great simple melody and strong guitar and bass parts. I obviously stole something from this song for a song on the second CVB album, “Chain of Circumstance”.

The Sound - Unwritten Law (7" version)

Back to the garage, cool guitar riff on two janglers going slightly stretched tuning wise. I haven’t heard it before. “a hand is a hand a knife is a knife”. Where did these guys come from and where did they go?

Happy Refugees - Enshrined In a Memory

Another 7”, again I’m not in on this band, sounds cool, sort of Fall-ish delivery but with the REM jangle. I’m gonna get good at music trivia.

Television Personalities - Reaching For The Stars

I know these guys, had many albums, so my trivia knowledge is influenced by KDVS. And

The Three Johns - Brainbox

Nice strong song, good recording, complete with the major key anthem fade out.

The Pooh Sticks - Time to Time

Welsh post punks garage rocking it

The Primitives - I'll Be Your Mirror

More 80s bands mirroring the Velvet Underground?

Biff Bang Pow - 7 Seconds

Like UK’s own Paisley Underground. I guess most of this tape is 80s/early 90s Brit snark mixed with a bit of acid.

Party Day - Carousel

Early Goth! This type of bass and to a certain extent guitar, are why I thought the Cocteau Twins were goth at the start, same early 1980s era.

Mick Trouble - Tales of Hank Marvin

(Mick trouble, really? Tales of Hank Marvin! The throwback nostalgia to Hank, doing up the old strummy guitar. It also reminds me a bit of TV P’s)

Bad Sports - Can't Just Be Friends

This is like a love note note 7”. Every time I go you can put me on your stereo.

The Unknowns - Not My Memory

Early 80s when the new wave was crashing and nobody knew what the genre enclosed. I like the way he clucks like a chicken.

Julian Cope - I've Got Levitation

Man, Julian Cope. Was high. That super crack midrange snare is like hyped up Rolling Stones, with this blues progression. He was into cutting high and low end to squeeze more volume out of analog gear. Punchy! You can sort of see where this is going in terms of UK drug and rave culture.

Abecedarians -They Said Tomorrow/Wildflower

I liked these guys, DIY post punk Californians. Sort of into the texture as much as the notes. Moar reeverb!

Red Zebra - The Art of Conversation

Don’t know them, I think…Belgian punkers. Sounds pretty emo these days. Nice gothy chorus on bass and digital delay on guitar. And freaky ending!

Wire - The 15th

Monks of Doom covered this song relatively recently on What’s Left For Kicks (2006) so that version almost supplanted this version! Wire is so weird, they’re always great but somehow unknowable. Like what are they actually talking about? Is it as dire as they make it sound? Love their style with all the direct downstrokes on the guitar and the organ.

The House of Love - Road

Taking the goth and post punk signifiers to the bank via high end production. Emo vocals moving out of the underground. This was toward the end of the A&R

Rote Kapelle - San Francisco Again (partial)

This is obscure. Cool indie (SF, I guess?) boys and girls

Veronica Falls - Bad Feeling

Unknown, cool song, more recent indie Scottish boys and girls?

Close Lobsters - Sewer Pipe Dream

80s Scots, jangly Enigma Records stuff. Nice song, good sounds with the jangles and the fuzz. 80s compulsory snarky lyrics, as usual.

....and here’s the mix!

https://soundcloud.com/user-292047766/jonathan-segel-mix?ref=clipboard&p=a&c=1

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nayimathunofthedeepsnows · 3 years

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the bad boradcast: roommates from hell & liar liar rp sentence starters change pronouns and shit as needed!

“the dumbest thing i did this week was go camping.”

“we’ve already improved on camping. we live indoors.”

“i grew up thinking tsunami was a swear word.”

“i thought that bill gates and nicholas cadge were the same person.”

“why do we eat corn, it doesn’t even do anything?”

“my roommate gets drunk by herself and acts like a cat.”

“i get a lot of emails about dry humping.”

“crayfish were crawling out of the sink!”

“would you rather fight one thousand crayfish or one giant lobster?”

“i don’t like you if you request $1.61 from somebody.”

“he was begging her to let him see her bellybutton!”

“if you throw up on something, you, and only you, are responsible for cleaning it up.”

“sometimes i get it into my head that most people are normal.”

“you lived in a room with a dead shrimp carcass for weeks!”

“you threw away. my kidney stones. that i was keeping. for the doctor.”

“my alternate ego’s name is alfredo.”

“she was eating my butter by the stick!”

“i hate when people break social norms.”

“whatever, she like, thinks she invented the human brain.”

“at first i thought she was just into lord of the rings, which i love. but no, she’s a witch.”

“kindness and politeness are weaponized against women.”

“you will never see someone telling a man to be kinder!”

don’t tell me i should be nicer when you’re the meanest person i’ve ever encountered!”

“somebody just wrote an annotated essay on why they hate me.”

“so i just learned that buffalo wings are not made from buffalo meat.”

“i hate. nothing more. than a get to know you game.”

“my cat is staring at me like he’s about to claw my face off.”

“this distant friend? yeah i think we should increase that distance.”

“how many dates are you going on? you have four boyfriends and two other dates that you’re going on!”

“we’d already rounded the bases if ya know what i mean.”

“strict parents raise the best liars.”

“shame is so powerful that a lot of times it works.”

“when you get it in your head that sex is dirty or shameful, it’s really hard to unravel that.”

“i think it’s weird when guys carry around wads of cash.”

“i know now that my mom was just desperate for me to get married.”

“i love you women with your fbi skills.”

“he needed me to ask his parents if it was ok to land a helicopter on their land.”

“i do honestly feel bad for people who have to lie that much.”

“i don’t want to judge anyone’s parenting skills, but this seems extremely...damaging.”

“i have never read a book in my entire life.”

“i told the cops i must have sleep walked.”

#rp sentence starters #rp memes

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nobodyfamousposts · 5 years

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I loved the post you did about Alya's parents getting involved in the Lila affair! Could you do something else about it? Whatever is! A continuation, headcanons, a similar story with the parents of another classmate, etc.

Think of it like a toxic friendship. Sure, we’ve seen Chloe and Sabrine with their toxic friendship, but that’s not the only variation out there and others warrant being explored.

Imagine this whole thing with Lila being a hurdle in Alya’s character arc rather than simply a rival in Marinette’s.

Consider if Lila is the sort of person who focuses in more on select individuals rather than big groups, as it means less people who can potentially catch her. After all, you can fool some people all of the time or all people some of the time—she goes for the former. And she picks and chooses her specific targets, which tend to be those who can offer the most use to her.

Adrien? Yeah, he’s on the list. He’s a famous model. He’s pretty. He’s rich. And he’s no doubt got connections. He’s definitely a keeper.

Chloe? She’s the daughter of the mayor who also happens to run the best hotel in Paris. She’s also rich and has connections. Plus, there’s the benefit of her having a massive ego. As long as Lila plays to it, she can be the one using Chloe while letting Chloe think she’s the one in control.

Alya? She runs the Ladyblog and is up front and center in a multitude of akuma fights. She has connections to Ladybug, has a budding career as a journalist, and was notably the closest to discovering Ladybug’s true identity. As someone who rather hates Ladybug, THIS would definitely be something Lila would want to use.

Marinette would be one as well if she wasn’t already on to Lila from the start. A pity, since Marinette is the Class Rep, has connections to Jagged Stone and other celebrities, is noted for her winning a design competition and her hat being worn by Adrien. She has skill and talent—and unfortunately, a good eye for people just as much as her designs. Lila is put out by the loss, but she has others she can use.

Adrien and Chloe are both high profile figures in the public eye who are generally used to people trying to use them. Lila’s attempts with them aren’t quite so easy since they have more knowledge and protection. Alya, however, does not. She’s still rash and prone to jumping to conclusions. She also makes very easy mistakes that could be avoided if she double checked her facts (the “Chloe is Ladybug” claim in particular stands out). Lila could just portray herself as a hero/Ladybug fan to get in with Alya and she would believe Lila is an asset to her cause rather than a traitor riding on her back.

So we have Lila cozying up to Alya and using her in ways that Marinette is going to hate—not simply because Lila is a lying liar who lies, but because she is an active THREAT to people Marinette cares about. This relationship would start to have a negative impact on Alya, her ability to do things, and her relationships with others in turn.

The thing is, it wouldn’t be just Marinette that Lila’s toxicity would affect. Sure, the show did it that way and we as the fans responded similarly, but it would hardly be that neat. A toxic relationship like this thrives on drama and conflict. Has anyone ever seen or heard about the Karpman Drama Triangle? The three sides are Victim, Rescuer, and Persecutor. Generally, it’s supposed to be the sides of a conflict, but in this case, Lila plays all three roles in SPADES.

So she regularly instigates conflict and then passes herself off as the “real victim”. It’s something we commonly see in salt pics where she makes some false claim about Marinette bullying her. She plays herself off as helpless and takes the Victim role to make others sympathize with her. But there are the other aspects, where she accuses Marinette of talking badly behind other people’s backs and plotting things, how she tried to “stand up to her” to solidify herself as the “good guy”. And if anyone attempts to mediate or rationalize, she jumps on them and makes accusations to immediately get them on the defensive so they’ll back down to try to console her.

Lila knows how to play this game. She’s done it plenty of times before.

But here’s the scary thing: Marinette wouldn’t be the sole target. She’d just be the FIRST one.

It’s easy to single out Marinette first to everyone. She’s the only one vocal in her disapproval of Lila and her claims. The class would have to be blind not to notice the animosity between them (or rather more blind than they already are to believe Lila’s lies in the first place). So even if they aren’t sure which of the two is the real source of the problem, they know that having Lila and Marinette together is grounds for trouble.

Some of the class would believe Lila. She’s awesome and promises them things. Why would she lie?

Some would believe Marinette. She’s been nothing but kind and helpful to everyone before any of this started. Why the sudden issue only when Lila comes along?

Lila would hone in on her specific targets during this time. She’d want to rope in everyone she can, but she has those key people she focuses on. Adrien, Chloe, and especially Alya. Secondary to Alya, she needs to have Nino on her side as well since he’s her boyfriend and could end up convincing Alya against Lila.

Adrien knows she’s a liar but is at least quiet and open to her manipulations. Chloe doesn’t trust her, but will at least let her be a hanger-on. It’s Alya that Lila is putting the most effort into ensuring at this point, and everyone else is secondary.

Marinette is Alya’s best friend and a major obstacle in this plan. So Lila slowly poisons Alya’s perception of her. Pointing out Marinette’s flaws. How flakey she is. How clumsy she is. How unreliable she’s been. Slowly but surely pointing out more and more negative traits about the girl. Until eventually, Alya is defending her less and agreeing with Lila more. That’s when Lila starts in on the “mean Marinette bullying me” angle. And Alya is at a point where she would believe it.

So their friendship is tarnished. As a result, the relationships between the other girls are more strained as well since some of them would still want to be friends with Marinette. Lila would either try to ensnare them as well or turn those she already has on her side against them. Dissent is not permissible, after all. And Lila either lies more about Marinette or acts wounded and victimized that they’re not supporting her. She attempts to force them to pick a “side”.

The results would vary.

Given her attitude in canon, Mylene would side firmly with Lila. Alix would be more trusting of Marinette and get tired of the antics and drama soon enough. Rose would try to stay friends with everyone while Juleka would stay silent and stick with Rose, which would put both girls in a difficult position as they would be frequent targets of accusations until eventually they have enough as well.

And as soon as anyone else breaks ranks, Lila turns on them just as easily. Sometimes even if they don’t. They would end up being turned on each other as much as against Marinette or anyone Lila deems an “enemy” at the time to keep herself the center of attention. Sob stories and accusations galore. In that case, some of them would be aware of what she’s doing but too fearful to actually try to leave out of fear of what she may do.

In the meantime, while having the majority of the group backing her, Lila would continue to take advantage of their bleeding hearts and push to have them do as much for her as she can get away with much like she did in Chameleon. Whether having them do menial tasks or acting as “go-fers” for her. Among other things. Like trying to get Nathaniel and Marc to make a comic about her. Free music from Nino. Increased interactions with Adrien. And in particular, free access to the Ladyblog and any inside info from Alya.

In the midst of all this, what Alya thinks is happening is that she’s protecting a new friend from an old one that went bad and giving support to someone who needs it. To an outside observer, Lila is a negative influence who is using Alya for whatever she can get from her and poisoning Alya’s relationships with other people. This wouldn’t just be Marinette, but also her other classmates, her family, and even Ladybug. Because she’s Ladybug’s number 1 fan. She’s devoted so much time to her. Doesn’t she deserve more? Doesn’t Ladybug owe her the truth? It’s that building up of Alya’s ego while at the same time increasing her dependency on Lila.

After a while, she may try to interfere with Alya’s relationship with Nino. What if she was the one nudging them to focus on their dates more than their babysitting responsibilities and other chores in the home? And when their families start to take issue, Lila can play it off two ways—both that the family doesn’t understand and that Alya’s time with Nino is a distraction.

Thus a slow but eventual breakup occurs. Nino is left unaware as to what caused it.

And since Alya has all this free time now, she can spend a bit more time supporting Lila. Taking on more burdens and work to help her. But Alya wouldn’t realize that she’s also taking on more stress as well. Because most people don’t realize that there is a level of constant stress of being around someone like that so much. It’s like boiling lobsters—because the stress and tension is such a slow buildup, most people don’t realize just how much of it there is until it either blows up or they get away from it. And even if they do realize it’s there, that’s not to say they’d know where it came from or why.

With Lila pulling her strings, Alya would attribute it to Marinette. Or to her sisters. Or to Nino. Or to anything and anyone else other than the one person actually responsible.

This would be what her parents are seeing. Stress has a physical affect on a person just as much as it has an emotional one. They’re seeing that Alya is snapping at her sisters, becoming more withdrawn and isolative, and not attending to her chores or homework. But they’re also seeing she’s not getting as much sleep, has no energy, is “never hungry, and can’t seem to focus.

To be fair, the secret identity of Rena Rouge wouldn’t help matters, but with Alya’s issues and worsening temperament, it stands to reason that Ladybug would avoid bringing her out if at all possible, which would just add to Alya’s frustration and stress.

When a manipulator of that level is whispering in your ear, the actions of everyone can look like a betrayal. Either they’re turning their backs on you when they’re trying to stay away from what they’re seeing as a negative relationship, or they’re doubting you when they’re confronting you on how unhealthy the situation has been and telling you that you need help. Anything done out of genuine concern looks warped through that lens.

Fortunately, her parents have enough and draw the line before it gets that far. They never liked Lila. They didn’t like her lies. They didn’t like her false sweetness. And they certainly didn’t like the effect she has having on their daughter.

That’s why they have that sit down talk with Alya and confront her. Because yes, they’re being nosy and interfering with their child’s friendships, but when it’s having a negative impact on their child, of course they have to respond.

And Alya would see it from the perspective of a wronged teenager. The way that Lila has shaped the lens for her to see it through—that everyone is against her. That her parents are trying to control her. That nobody trusts her—not like LILA does.

The fact that Alya doesn’t become an akuma with this mindset is a surprise, even to herself later on. But in an attempt to prove their point, her parents make a deal with her that they will lessen the grounding if she can show them proof—clear undeniable proof of Lila’s claims. They fully agree to admit they were wrong if she can, with the bargain being that she will not have any contact with Lila whatsoever if she can’t—which to be fair, she probably wouldn’t want to anyway. She agrees. So they let her use her computer to attempt to look up any information backing Lila’s stories and give her an hour or two to search.

Alya finds nothing.

It…kind of ends up hitting her pretty hard. She refuses to believe it at first, and attempts to make excuses. But her parents are patient and part of the point of this period of being grounded is to give her the chance to process.

And while she may be grounded, that’s not to say her parents don’t help. They support her. They let her take as long as she needs to accept the realization and come to terms. They give her space to cry and rage once the truth sinks in and she finally understands just how much she was manipulated.

Once the worst of the emotional upheaval is over and Alya refigures her priorities, they let her have use of her phone back to call Marinette and Nino to apologize.

#ml salt #good parenting #lila sucks #alya cesaire #toxic relationship

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desperationandgin · 5 years

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Summer (Gift of) Time (Summer of Smut #2)

Rating: Mature

Author: desperationandgin

Summary: With Jamie's help, Claire attempts to get her garden ready for planting. But it's hot, and someone has other ideas.

Also Read on: AO3

A/N: Here we go, smut ficlet numero dos! I hope you all enjoy and much love and thanks and SO MUCH APPRECIATION to @smashing-teacups and @missclairebelle for reading it, letting me bounce ideas off of them, and for betaing!

The heat in North Carolina in mid-July was, to be perfectly honest, some of the worst I’d ever endured, save for being stranded on an island with no water or relief from the sun. The Ridge felt as if it were on fire from the earth beneath us, heat rising up and setting the rest of the world a blaze.

It likely only felt that way because I’d spent the morning and early afternoon bent over it, trying to turn over the soil in order to prepare my garden for fall planting. Leafy greens and tomato plants were the objectives, along with Brussels sprouts. The latter wouldn’t be all that popular in America until the next century, but it hadn’t been hard to find kindly German immigrants in Wilmington willing to make a trade; a handful of seeds for a rooster and a chicken that would give them eggs and therefore chicks (and more food) later.

I was grateful for the opportunity to plant hearty vegetables to get us through winter (which I knew could be just as brutal as the summer), but it was hard to feel any sort of way other than sticky and done by the time mid-day arrived. It was just Jamie and me, as Ian was spending the day with John Quincy Myers learning how the delicate barter system with the Natives worked. As such, my propriety in regards to clothing had flown out the window, and while trousers weren’t uncommon for me to wear anymore, one of Jamie’s shirts hadn’t yet made it into my routine until now. It was too hot for skirts and stays, and after our meal, I disappeared to change clothing while Jamie went back outside.

When I reappeared, I wore one of his too-large shirts, tucked in so far I was sure the hem was visible at the bottom cuff of my trousers. I’d rolled the sleeves all the way up, and one side mostly hung off of my shoulder, but overall, it was better than all of the heavy material I’d been wearing. Leaving the house with a fresh bucket of water for us both to drink from, I set it down between us and kneeled in the section of dirt opposite Jamie.

“Did you remember to put more lotion on your face?” I asked, trying to get a good look at his skin. With no such thing as sunscreen and a red-headed husband prone to burning, I’d done my best to make a salve as close to sunblock as I could. It was a blend of almond, carrot, and red raspberry seed oil in a hand cream; not nearly as good as something with zinc, but better than nothing.

“Aye, Sassenach, I—”

His words stopped abruptly and I looked up, only to find him staring directly at my chest. Looking down to see what he was gaping at, I realized the low-cut shirt — suitable for Jamie — was giving him a perfect view of fabric hugging the curve of a breast. Rolling my eyes, I smirked at him. “Enjoying the view?”

“Is that my shirt?” he questioned somewhat dumbly. His eyes hadn’t moved back to his work yet, but they did roam my form now, or what he could see of it while I was on my knees digging.

I snorted, huffing and vigorously pulling at dead vegetation from winter. “It is. Your clothing is more practical and well-suited for being under the sun all day,” I pointed out, glancing back up at him as he seemed to reluctantly pull his eyes away and resume his job.

“I dinna mean to point out the obvious,” Jamie began, turning over soil. “But my own shirt tends to come off before I’m finished for the day, on account o’ the heat. It may be cooler now, but I promise ye, it will begin to feel the same as anythin’ else,” he assured me.

He wasn’t the only stubborn one in our family, and I jutted my chin out. “We’ll see. I’m not so sure; I think you enjoy watching me admire you,” I accused with a grin I tried to bite back. Mostly, I failed at the task.

“And ye think that’s why I remove my shirt?” he asked, having the nerve to sound affronted while gaping at me.

His tone was too much, and I laughed before I could stop myself. “I’ll never believe you if you say otherwise,” I admitted, eyes dancing in good humor at him.

Jamie grumbled, but couldn’t quite hide the smile I glimpsed before ducking his head.

“On the other hand, you do work hard all day,” I allowed. “You tend to roast in the sun longer than I do. I worry about that, you know. Skin isn’t supposed to burn and peel, generally speaking. The longer you can keep your shirt on, the better.” I did enjoy looking at him, but winced in sympathy each time he returned to me looking like a boiled Maine lobster.

This time when he peered at me, his features were softer and his eyes remained on mine. “I ken ye worry, but ye do well to take care of me. At least, I’ve no complaints.”

That earned him a kiss across the barely-there crops before we both focused on our respective jobs. By the time the sun began to shift from its highest point over toward the west, I felt as though dirt were sticking to my skin via sweat. Pausing, I made my way toward the water bucket, bringing out the ladle and taking a healthy swallow before contemplating the amount of water left. Dipping back in, I held the spoon in front of my face, imagining rivulets of liquid mercy flowing over my skin. Before I could talk myself out of it, I slowly poured the entire ladle full of water down my chest, closing my eyes at the cool blessing of it. Then, I did the same to my back.

Letting out a soft breath, I turned back to my duty only to find Jamie staring right at me, eyes wide and dark. Although I knew my soaked shirt had turned translucent and clung to my skin, I hadn’t expected it to garner this exact reaction. For one, it was so bloody hot, the idea of creating more heat exhausted me. Besides which, we were nearly done, and had spent all day kneeling; we weren’t old and stiff quite yet, but it was enough to make my joints alert me to their aging presence.

None of that seemed to matter to Jamie.

When he swallowed, I could see his Adam’s apple bob up and down. His shirt was indeed off by now; he’d removed it an hour ago, and I’d stubbornly not complained at all about my sweat-laden shirt seeming heavy and oppressive. While his eyes traced the dark outline of my nipples against the shirt, my own roamed his chest salaciously and without shame.

Christ, he might as well have been carved from stone.

“Mo maise,” he drawled quietly, and I furrowed my brow. That was a new one.

“What was that?”

Jamie blinked and finally looked up, meeting my eyes. “The only thing I could think to say. My beauty.”

I felt myself blush, cheeks warming beyond what the sun provided. “Hardly. I feel like a melted candle.”

He made a grunting noise in the back of his throat. “And now the fabric’s only half-dry, and it’ll feel like ye’re steamin’.”

“What, you’d have me take off my shirt in the middle of the garden?” I attempted to balk.

“No.” Jamie’s voice had dropped an octave, which made my eyes meet his again.

Just that one, evocative change, and I knew I would give him anything he wanted.

“I’d have ye remove my shirt in the middle of the garden.” Slowly, Jamie stood from his kneeling position and watched me. It seemed as though his gaze was on fire, making small flames of want lick at my belly.

“You’re serious?” I asked, wetting my lips and feeling my stomach tighten in anticipation, forgetting any earlier complaints about the heat.

“Oh, aye. Fair’s fair, Sassenach. Ye’ve been eyeing me all this time. ‘Tis my turn,” he decided, a somewhat smug smile on his face.

Rolling my eyes in mock annoyance, I crossed my arms over myself and pulled the shirt up from the bottom, draping it over the fence before turning to face him. Without his having to ask, I pulled my curls free so that the long, wild mess of them flowed freely down my shoulders. I watched his lips part but no sound spilled forth, though idly, he wiped his hands on a cloth hanging from his belt. Now, I was the smug one, and I made my way closer to him.

“Now what, Mr. Fraser?” I asked as one finger dragged down the center of his chest slowly.

When his hand cupped my breast, I closed my eyes at the contrast between my still slightly cool skin and his scorching touch.

“I need to have ye, Sassenach,” he panted against my ear. “Every way I can.”

I pulled my head back to look at him, an eyebrow arching. “In the dirt? Scandalizing my poor plants?”

His hand had worked itself into my trousers; before I could feign protest, his thumb glided across the overheated center of me, and I whimpered.

“If ye can hold out I’ll take ye into the house, but do ye ken, Sassenach? I dinna think ye’ll stop me.”

The bloody bastard was right; he hadn’t even finished his sentence before I wrapped one arm around his neck and the other slung around his hip. My lower half rocked of its own accord, and I dragged myself against his fingertips, eliciting a moan from both of us. I don’t know who began sinking to the ground first; I was only aware of it when his fingers plunged into me and I gasped in pleased surprise. With Jamie, it took very little to make me want him, and he groaned to find me slick and ready. I thought that meant he’d be burying himself inside of me, but instead, he kept his hand right where it was.

Flat on my back, I could feel moist soil against my skin and Jamie’s mouth floating over mine. Reaching out, my hands grasped at his sides, needing an anchor as his fingers curved inside of me, searching for what he knew was there. As he touched, his nose grazed the tip of mine and his lips hovered, breathing the same air with me. His free hand was in my hair, fingers gliding in the same motion as his hand below. Out of breath, I made lazy attempts to catch his mouth with my own, opening my eyes as he denied me.

His focus was intently on mine, and as I met his gaze he smiled, face warm and soft with it. My own smile pulled at the corners of my eyes, causing a pattern of wrinkles to form from years of smiling at him exactly like this. Languidly, my hips rocked in time with the movement of his hand, and I had to close my eyes, tilting my head back. I felt him move from my hair, taking the back of his hand and dragging it along my jawline, letting his knuckles graze my skin. As pleasure wound in my belly, I whimpered and pleaded, opening my eyes only to lunge at him with my mouth.

“I want you inside of me,” I panted, flashing back for a moment to a campfire twenty-five years ago.

His smile proved he recalled the same moment, and repeated now what he’d said then.

“I want to watch ye, Sassenach,” he murmured, and I couldn't say I minded.

As his fingertips grazed my mouth, I pressed my lips to them and he moved faster, causing my back to arch and my arousal to slick his path, making his touch faster, easier. His free hand once again drifted down my breastbone, and I wondered if he could feel the way my heart slammed. His eyes locked on mine, and as my pleasure hit a crescendo, I pressed my forehead to his until finally, finally he gave me his mouth to sink into. Crying out his name into our kiss, I pressed my hips into his touch until I shattered into oblivion, one hand holding his curls in a death grip, the other grabbing a fistful of earth.

Jamie eased me down slowly, fingers sliding from my body only to graze the insides of my thighs. I could feel his smile against my mouth as I relaxed and let out a soft breath of contentment.

“Christ, do ye ken how perfect ye are?” he breathed out, the question rhetorical, as I slowly dragged the tip of my nose up his cheek. When his hand withdrew, he brought his fingers to his lips, holding my gaze as he licked them clean one at a time. “I dinna think a wee taste will do,” he decided as his mouth began to blaze a trail down my body. For a moment, he doubled back to have his way with each breast before finally continuing on.

I wasn’t sure I fully processed his intentions until his hands were pushing my trousers down and my legs were complying of their own accord. Laying flat on his belly, Jamie pushed apart my thighs before burying his face between them, making me thank God for his enthusiasm. Both of my hands pressed into his hair, back arching as I sobbed out my pleasure. It was so close on the heels of my first climax that I found myself gasping and writhing beneath him in a matter of moments. Draping a leg over his shoulder, my hands restlessly moved through his hair, unable to stay still.

As my pleasure began to peak, Jamie roughly repositioned himself and yanked my hips forward, making me cry out sharply and arch. His tongue felt relentless as a hand moved up my chest and over a breast, squeezing with fervency. I panted, fingernails digging into his scalp as I held my breath and then, on a gasping cry of his name, peaked again with my thighs around his head like a vice. I felt him retreat, pressing a scorching kiss to my navel before rising over me, my hands reaching to shove at his trousers as our mouths met and tongues clashed.

“Christ, Jamie, it's so hot,” I whined as he guided himself into me. “I feel like I’m on fire.”

“I’ll burn beside ye,” he grunted, moving hard and fast within me, pressing my hands up and over my head. Every time he filled me I gasped, one arm wriggling free and hooking around his neck as he buried himself as deeply as he could, over and over again. I felt as though my skin was burning as my heart pounded with over-exertion. My vision swam and still, I leaned forward, biting at his shoulder. I felt him shudder and heard the sound of our hips coming together over and over again, a chaotic symphony that recounted a story of lust and bone-deep need.

“Tha gaol agam ort,” he mumbled into my hair; that one I knew.

“I love you,” I managed to gasp out, the effort to make the words taking all the air from my lungs. “I love you, too, Jamie.”

Dizzy with pleasure and overheating, I felt my body squeeze around his, and without warning, Jamie drove home twice more before spilling into me with a loud groan of my name. It was such a different warmth, this one flooding me from the inside out. His hips moved long enough for pleasure to ripple up and down my spine once more; quieter, lazier this time.

Panting heavily, he at least had the good sense to lie on his back beside me, rather than rest on top of me in the heat. My skin felt sticky and damp, and I could feel my hair clinging to my forehead and neck, wet with sweat. With my eyes closed, I was vaguely aware of Jamie moving away from me for a moment and then returning, settling beside me again. The yelp of surprise I gave as cool water trickled down my chest was quite undignified.

Jamie’s laugh had me opening my eyes to glare at him but I soon found I couldn’t help but return his smile.

“Mo luaidh,” he breathed out, leaning over to kiss me before helping me sit up and drink some water.

“What does that one mean, Jamie?” I asked after taking a few sips, passing the ladle over to him.

“My darlin’,” he said with a grin. “Weel, ‘my dear,’ to be more specific about it.”

I watched as he drank greedily, reaching out to run my hand up and down his shoulder. “I like all of the sweet names you call me,” I admitted, not for the first time, and with a soft smile.

“Ye inspire me to call ye many things in different languages,” he revealed, bending to kiss my forehead. A true act of love, considering how sweaty I was.

“Like what?” I all but purred, turning my head to nuzzle his jaw.

“Mon trésor,” he breathed out against my throat, and I smiled.

“Your treasure?” I asked, laughing quietly under my breath.

“My gift,” Jamie amended, shifting to stand and reaching out to help me up. Once I was on my feet, he pulled me into a kiss before dragging his nose up the bridge of mine. “Time gave me a gift, Claire.”

He nuzzled my temple before kissing my forehead once more. Kneeling, he gathered our clothes, cradling them in the crook of one arm, then reaching for my hand with his free one.

“Come, Sassenach, before we press our luck wi’ Ian returning home.”

“Christ, that’s all we need,” I agreed, shaking my head and walking beside him. “I want to get you in some cool water before I rub aloe into your skin,” I decided, fussing over him already. But inside the house, I tugged at his hand until he turned and faced me.

“You’re a gift to me too, Jamie.”

His smile made joy well as tears in my eyes, and our foreheads met once more.

The heat was all but forgotten.

#outlander fic #jamie x claire #outlander #jamie fraser #claire fraser #summer of smut #summer (gift of) time #my fic

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The Days of Clay - Pt. 2: Beasts, Peoples, and Class Concepts

Part 2 of my paleo/neolithic RPG setting concept. Here are the concept overviews for the more “living” aspects of the world.

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Saurians

Found throughout the tropical and otherwise hot regions of the world, from searing deserts to sweltering jungles, saurians are a common form of fauna across the equatorial continents. Though most saurians are quite similar to all other animals – skittish, of varying size, and uninclined to hunt humans save under ideal circumstances – the great Thunder Lizards are well feared, and stories of them are known the world over in tales of dragons and other great wyrms. Saurians are cold blooded and include such species as the tyrannosaur, the carnotaur, velociraptor, and oviraptor as prominent therosaurs. There are also the mighty thagosaurs, the ceratops, brachiosaurs, and diplodosaurs as among the grandest of the Thunder Lizards. The hunting of these beasts outstrips even the danger of hunting Great Mammals like the mammoth, though that has not stopped some of the most fearsome warrior-tribes from attempting and succeeded at such feats. Tales of the taming of Thunder Lizards are also common, though even less substantiated. Not that factuality matter more than a good story to most shamans and their listeners.

Ape-Men

Ape-Men comprise all those varieties of bipedal or mostly-bipedal humanoid creatures who straddle the line between ape or monkey and man. Those who live in areas where there are no ape-men to be found might think that the distinction between an ape-man and a monkey, or an ape-man and a rather blunt and hairy person might be indistinguishable. Those who have ever seen an ape-man know the uncanny appearance by which those creatures can be identified. Though some believe that the ape-men are just as intelligent as humans, they have no language, no writing, and use but the most primitive of technologies. Some are quite small, while larger breeds can also be found, even in high altitudes and frigid environs. Most ape-men tend to cluster in basic den formations, and though they will not craft tools or shelters, they are sometimes smart enough to set up basic lean-tos, making use of existing caves or other helpful geography, and may pick up and utilize bones and rocks as basic weapons and the like. Though not very violent by nature, ape-men tend to compete for similar habitats as humans, and so often come into conflict with them. Ape-men clans who have lost great numbers to humans before tend to avoid all future confrontations even generations later.

Lizardmen

Similar to ape-men, lizardmen are the various breeds of bipedal, dexterous lizards who can sometimes be found in the territories of other saurian species. Little is known about how they differ from other scaled creatures save for their intelligence. Like ape-men, despite not having any known language or culture, the lizardmen have shown some ability to use tools, and tend to cluster in social groupings. Many of these dens are found in places most humans know as “Shatterlands” – angular rock formations common in deserts and some jungles, which various lizardmen of different species seem to all gravitate towards as ideal homesteads, even displacing other saurians in the process. Lizardmen range from the great crocolids and saurids to the more diminutive skinks and kobolds. They are uncommon outside of their usual ranges, and some say they are even dying off little by little.

Great Mammals

Found throughout the world, though most of all within the great tundra of northern lands like Batyr, Siral’ik, or Dziil, there are those creatures known as the Great Mammals. Also known as Great Beasts or Great Hairy Ones, these are the mammalian creatures who nonetheless rival the largest saurians in size and power. Mammoths, shellbacks, giant sloths, sabercats, dire wolves and dire bears – these are a source of both great danger and great plenty to those tribes who share their lands. Some Great Mammals may be found in southern reaches, such as with the giant ape-kin, or the elephants, giraffes, and the like which wander the savannahs of Noba Rugna. It is uncommon for saurians and Great Mammals to share habitats, though the bloodletting when the two come into contact can be significant and godlike.

Great Coldbloods

Separate from the saurians, Great Coldbloods is a catch-all term for creatures such as the giant snakes, colossal toads, and other creatures which do not share the same general markers of “true saurians” like the therosaurs, brachiosaurs, or ceratops. Though the distinction is rather vague, it is important to tribal peoples who live in southern lands, as Great Coldbloods tend to not be as aggressive and predatory as saurians – they are no less dangerous, but they prefer to stick to their well-defined hunting and ambushing grounds. Some Great Coldbloods are significant enough to take on and fell saurians in their own right, and command just as much fear as any other terrifying predator.

Great Shellhides

Perhaps the broadest category by which the human tribes of the world define the largest types of various animals, Great Shellhides comprise all those cold-blooded, hard-skinned, and boneless creatures which crawl beneath the earth. Though most “bugs” are insignificant things perhaps defined by powerful poisons to compensate for their size at the deadliest, Great Shellhides are monstrosities able to go claw-to-claw against other Thunder Beasts and Great Fauna. Hellspinners, elephant beetles, stoneborers, sand-devils – though some can be quite docile despite their size, most pose significant threats to any humans who dare to trifle with them. Within the seas there are also the giant crabs, temple clams, and devil-lobsters, among others. Though most hunters would not dare attempt to assault any Great Shellhide due to their impervious armor and the terrible ways they are capable of killing, the promise of tender blue-meat and a rich supply of chitin for crafting means that to many, the risk is worth the reward.

Leviathans

Encompassing all those beings which make sailors quail at the mere mention of their names, there are the seabound leviathans. Leviathans are not a single species, nor even a clade, but rather a term for any aquatic monster which is defined by its immense size. Whales are often considered leviathans, along with the great sharks such as the megalodon. More terrible are the leviasaurs – mosasaurs and ichthyosaurs and the like. Kraken, or the god-squids, are another class much feared by all who know of them, as well as the sea-serpents and dragon-turtles. Despite their fearsome reputation, most leviathans pose no great threat to humans, confined as they are to the abyssal sea. It is more common for even the bravest of seafaring tribes to meet their end by exposure or storms than by the direct attack of a leviathan, though that is seldom comforting to most sailors. The hunting of leviathans is considered by many to be the penultimate feat of prowess – to slay something as large and terrible as a Thunder Lizard, yet within their own element.

Giants

Sometimes conflated with ape-men, giants are among the rarest of all the near-human species. Defined as massive humanoids, tending to display blunted manlike features and standing anywhere from over two to five times the height of an adult human. Giants are usually found in reclusive dens, or solo, in the wilder areas of wherever humans might be found. The very largest are confined to the north and far east, in the most remote reaches of lands like Fjallgarth and Siral’ik. Little is known of giants, save for their prodigious size, ferocity when challenged, and rather hideous appearances. Much like ape-men, lizardmen, or parcies, they seem to have no higher culture, yet maintain a level of intelligence above most base animals. They may use fallen trees or great stones as makeshift tools, and some have even been said to herd Great Mammals, though it is unknown if there are any truth to these stories, or if the giants merely hunt such beasts. Most giants prefer to avoid humans when they can, unless in a desperate or vengeful position, as it is a common feat of strength for warriors of the northern lands to seek out and slay giants when they can.

Parcies

Pronounced “park-ees” and often referred to as “little folk”, “sprites”, “gremlins”, and numerous other regional names. Parcies are a strange class of creatures believed to be offshoots of humans or ape-men. Though there are many different breeds of parcie, they are often defined by short stature, and intelligence somewhere between humans and beasts. Humans born with conditions such as dwarfism may be confused with or referred to as parcies, but it is known to most who have encountered the little folk that they comprise their own group of species altogether. Most parcies are shrouded in mystery, living far away from humans, and maybe engaging in clandestine theft if they need to. Kidnappings, misfortunes, and other ills are sometimes attributed to parcies, though good luck and positive happenstances may also be called the work of parcies. While most are reclusive and nonviolent, they have been known to attack humans if threatened. Taking inspiration from certain parcie stories, some humans have even “tamed” parcies as servants or pets when they can. Notable breeds of parcies include brownies, gremlins, tomtens, dzedka, memegwesi, memegwaans, and nimerigar, A singular parcie can also be called a parca.

Humans:

Wisewalkers

Most humans throughout the world are of the breed known as “wisewalkers”. Though there are just the most minimal of differences between the different human subtypes – beyond even more tertiary traits such as skin color, cultural inclinations, or habitat – some distinct traits can be identified. Wisewalkers tend towards being the least hirsute of the human breeds, and the most inventive. The grander settlements of human make have oft been the work of wisewalkers, and the technologies they have pioneered are impressive. Though not so strong or swift as their cousins, the mental acuity of the wisewalker breeds has seen them become the most prolific of all humans.

Hobblehands

Smaller than wisewalkers, hobblehands are known for their great agility and cleverness. Though they are not quite as inventive as their larger cousins, they are quick learners and were the first creators of many basic tools that the wisewalkers would later improve. Standing about three to four feet tall on average, hobblehands are named for their dexterous skills, making for great ambush-hunters and adept crafters of small implements. They tend towards darker or ruddy skin tones depending on region, with curly hair, and round-featured faces that some have said look halfway between an adult and a child – though not in the same way an adolescent’s does. Hobblehands can be distinguished from dwarves or parcies by their proportions, looking rather like full-grown humans of a smaller size. Most hobblehands tend to live within their own tribal communities, and though they are not often leaders of mixed societies, they are much appreciated as crafters by the wisewalker shamans.

Neanders

Large, muscled, and brutish in appearance, the neaders are the human breed most known as warriors and hunters. Stereotypes of their low intellects and blunt affect obscure a significant truth, however – that the neanders are just as sharp and clever as any human strain. Most often found in the north, neanders stand about the same height as wisewalkers, though tend to hunch and have an overall more apelike physique. Besides these differences in build, they are the closest to the wisewalkers in terms of overall appearance. They possess greater strength than wisewalkers, and significant stamina. However, though they have displayed no less cleverness than their cousins, they seem to lack a certain degree of inventive spark. Neander tribes – perhaps due to their skill at hunting – tend to eschew higher technologies if they feel they have no need of them. Sometimes battling their wisewalker neighbors, many neander tribes have been brought into the fold of larger wisewalker gatherings for their might and skill.

Wildlings

A class of humans who straddle the line between true humans and ape-men, wildlings far exceed the strength of the neanders and the agility of the hobblehands – yet unlike those two sub-species, they are marked by a noticeable lack of higher cleverness. Though still capable of tool crafting and the basics of human civilization, wildlings are not very inventive, and prone towards blunt solutions even when it might not be in their best interests. They prefer the wilds from which they take their name, eschewing large gatherings in favor of tight-knit tribes. The most physically adept of all humankind, they tend to be feared and mocked by their cousins, though like the neanders they may be contracted as formidable warriors. As they are so skilled at survival, most wildlings are content in their primitive ways, wanting for nothing more than the bounty their own two hands can bring them. They are often hunched and quite hairy, with apelike visages, though otherwise human in appearance. Their most common roaming grounds are in the southern grasslands and forests, though they may also be found anywhere in the deep wilds that they have staked out for hunting and foraging, from the frozen north to the burning south.

Class Concepts:

Magic is nonexistent in the known world, but that does not mean that mysticism and superstition are absent. Neither does it mean that these belief systems are without merit or use. Shamans, witch doctors, prophets – these are individuals who act as storytellers, leaders, and the glue which holds entire tribes and even emerging states together. Many possess skills of great importance, not bound to one cultural context, such as knowledge of herbs and natural substances, knowledge of crafting and building, or an uncanny memory for the behaviors of animals or the patterns in the weather. For some, belief is a powerful force in and of itself, with warriors and magicians able to work themselves into states of mania which help them endure beyond typical limits. A human can only do so much with their body, even at the strongest, but knowledge and faith are what set humanity apart from the other beasts.

Warrior

A versatile hunter of both men and beasts, able to specialize in various types of weaponry and combat-craft. Warriors, depending on tribal background or personal preference, may choose to focus heavily in certain talents, or diversify for the sake of adaptation. In some places, like the city-states of Sakha, warriors are free to spend more time mastering the arts of combat, given that they do not have to worry as much about base survival. Wilder types may not be as refined in their martial talents, but know the arts of hunting and foraging, or even translate knowledge of poisons and clever crafts into effective fighting supplements.

Shaman

The cornerstone of most tribes is the clan shaman – the priest, the healer, and the storyteller. Shamans, much like warriors, are as varied as the flowers of the field, or the birds of the sky. They blend concrete knowledge and skills with a flair for the dramatic, able to command great respect for their wisdom. Shaman may specialize in many fields, such as healing, inspiring their allies, lore of the wilds, and afflicting their foes with terror or poisons. Some shaman may hold combat knowledge, but for the most part these figures are noted for the stories they tell and the knowledge they keep rather than any outstanding physical abilities. Memorized lore of humans, beasts, plants, seasons, and more can all be utilized by a shaman in order to achieve their ends, whether that be leading their flock to prosperity, or leading their enemies to their doom. Though many think the skills of the shaman to be magic, most of the time trained wisdom and a perceptive nature is just as good.

Skinchanger

One art renowned and feared across the wide world is that of the skinchanger. Shamans who specialize in channeling the spirits of beasts, skinchangers may hone a number of abilities based upon their chosen spirit-animals. Skinchanging requires two physical components – a hide, and a mask. These shamans undergo extensive training in their youths to assume the mind of a given beast, studying their quarry for months and even years so as to learn what it is to be that animal. Then, they must slay that given beast and take its hide, as well as craft a mask from its remains. By donning these, the skinchanger enters a unique mania granting them the power of that beast. Though no real change comes over the individual, they are not to be trifled with. The pelt of a bear or a saurian is still a great armor, and when the person wearing it is bearing a set of claw-gloves and has worked themselves into a frenzy, even great warriors can succumb to terror. Other skinchangers may pursue less “direct” approaches, such as by donning armor made from the carapaces of creatures like the Hellspinners, stalking the high treetops, besides others. Skinchangers learn much by studying their given animals – of which they may have several, should they choose to carry several costumes – such as techniques for climbing, digging, using poisons, foraging, and hunting.

Berserker

Similar to the skinchanger is the berserker, who trains themself to enter a blood-frenzy during battle so as to shrug off injuries which would incapacitate other humans. Berserkers are defined by their great martial skill, and the means by which they enter their blood-frenzy. Some channel simple rage, while others call upon totem spirits or other shades to empower their bodies, and some make use of more literal bloodlust or even strange herbal concoctions. These warriors tend towards a very direct style of combat, favoring brute strength over more diverse or subtle means, yet berserkers tend to also be noted for the various skills they accrue in training their blood-frenzy. Berserkers may be quite knowledgeable in techniques of survival, or hunting, or herbalism as dependent on their backgrounds. For one to rely on strength alone is not enough, however mighty, and so berserkers tend to hide greater wisdom than meets the eye.

Boxer

Somewhere between a healer and a fighter, boxers are set apart from more typical warriors by their deep and intimate knowledge of the human body. Boxers are fighters who have received a degree of training as bonesetters, spiritual healers, or even chirurgeons. A boxer may in combat leverage this knowledge to target their enemy’s pressure points or vital organs, while out of combat they may apply the same techniques to their allies to alleviate pains or fix physical ailments. Boxers pay for their very specialized skillset by struggling in circumstances outside their training. They do not fare well against beasts lest they have knowledge of their anatomy and are not as able as dedicated healers to treat diverse illnesses. They do not do well in armor and may only competently use a set number of specific weapons. Still, the arts of the boxer are much respected by those who know of their reputations.

Beastmaster

The taming of wild animals is not an uncommon calling among certain tribes. Many warriors may hew closer to the path of the hunter, appreciating the company of a loyal hound or boar. Certain shamans may keep birds or other noble creatures as pets, believing them to grant good fortune, or training them to perform useful tasks. Skinchangers go a step further, and attempt to emulate and become as beasts. Beastmasters focus first and foremost on breaking the wills or otherwise earning the trust of wild animals of all stripes, allying themselves to the might of nature. These individuals are much more skilled at taming a larger variety of creatures than a typical hunter might, though even when they choose to simply use a dependable hunting-wolf, it is likely that their wolves will be better trained, and they will be able to command more of them at once. Some beastmasters end up taming great and fearsome beasts like saurians, great mammals, shellhides, and the like. They may even use such massive creatures as mounts. Others could specialize in directing much greater groups of smaller beasts. This could range from a small pack of hunting dogs, to entire swarms of vermin. If a beastmaster is able to safely forage and care for something like a wasps’ nest or a rodent warren-queen, they may even tame a whole horde of tiny pets.

Crafter

Creating things such as tools and shelter is a must-know skill for any human in the wide world, but for some it is more than a simple necessity. Some pursue the knowledge of material things the same way shamans pursue stories, or beastmasters and skinchangers pursue animal lore. Crafters specialize in creating items of exceptional make and identifying the uses of various materials. Bone, stone, wood, hide – even rare metals such as copper – all of these can be put to a multitude of uses by crafters, such as the making of weapons, tools, talismans, and more. Other crafters may specialize in larger projects, such as masonry, forestry, or boatbuilding. The downside is that crafters do not often make for good warriors or hunters and cannot be expected to do much more in combat than level their tools against the foe – though those tools are bound to be of exceptional make. Yet many bands of tribals do well to have one or more dedicated crafters among them, as just as they can put rare materials to good use, they are also quite adept at dismantling things. This can range from skinning a beast to chiseling a hole in the weak portion of a stone-brick fort. Likewise, groups with crafters always tend to accrue more loot, as crafters are skilled at pulling every last thing that could be of use from a fallen beast or a resource-rich area.

#paleolithic #neolithic #worldbuilding #rpg #fantasy

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Concert

By mrs_berry

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Part 1 of ML Love Square Fluff Week 2020

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Summary: Marinette is given two concert tickets for Jagged Stone’s concert, but who will she end up taking with her?

Word Count: 1598

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Jagged Stone was the best. Not only had he commissioned Marinette again, but on top of paying her for her creative services, he gave her two free VIP tickets to his concert!

So, of course, the first thing she did was squeal and freak out about it to Tikki.

The next thing she did was invite Alya to go with her.

The third thing she did was demote Alya from best friend, because Alya had turned down her invitation (how dare she!) due to “prior engagements.”

Which Marinette knew was a load of bologna.

The truth was Alya was being Alya. She was being her devious, cunning, sneaky self and plotting something.

It became even more obvious when literally everyone she asked had given her some bullshit excuse about being unable to make it. Seriously, who would turn down a free VIP Jagged Stone concert ticket?!

No one, that’s who!

After asking everyone she was good friends with and receiving more excuses than the ones she constantly gave out as Ladybug, she was down to her last resort.

Well, maybe not her last resort. Because that would be Lila. With Chloé being a close second last, of course.

Finally, after much persuasion and reassurance (and downright peer pressure), Marinette asked her crush to attend the concert with her.

To absolutely no one’s surprise, he gave a resounding yes and proceeded to smother her with gratitude and excitement. (Though how he happened to have a free schedule and gain permission to attend was a real mystery—one that will never be revealed.)

Suddenly, Marinette couldn’t remember why she had been reluctant to ask him in the first place. He was as big a fan of Jagged Stone as she was, for goodness sake!

“Okay, so my bodyguard will pick you up at 6 o'clock?”

Oh yeah. She was going to spend several hours of her evening with him. Alone. With only her foot to shove in her mouth if she became an awkward stuttering hot mess around him.

Great.

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Hours later, after school, Marinette tried to count her blessings and good luck as Alya did her hair and makeup while Marinette tried to re-teach herself the French language.

“Sit still, girl, or I might burn you with the curling iron,” Alya scolded, as Marinette was currently fidgeting in attempt to soothe her nerves. Smirking, she added, “We wouldn’t want Adrien to think you got a hickey from someone other than him, hm?”

“Ack-Alya!” Marinette choked in exasperation at her friend’s teasing. It was certainly not helping with her already fried nerves.

Alya proceeded to give her a pep talk— pointing out why Marinette was amazing, reminding her to be her friendly self, and reassuring her that Adrien was as scary as a cute golden retriever puppy.

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While Marinette appreciated her best friend’s words, it turned out whatever advice and encouragement she had received had conveniently drained out of her mind. Only panicked and anxious thoughts remained as Adrien greeted her before leading her to the car and opening the door for her.

“T-thanks,” she managed to squeak out as she practically tripped and fell onto the car seat.

Mercifully, Adrien either didn’t notice her disastrous clumsiness or respectfully decided to ignore it in order to spare her feelings or dignity (if she even had any left—at this point it was up for debate).

In the car, they sat in semi-awkward silence for about three seconds before Adrien requested that his bodyguard put the music back on.

To her surprise (though maybe she should not have been surprised, considering their destination), Jagged Stone’s music flowed through the speakers.

Almost inexplicably, Marinette felt her body relax. The tenseness in her shoulder dissipated. A smile spread across her lips. And before she could consciously stop herself, she was humming along to one of her favourite songs.

Adrien took notice of this, of course, and felt greatly relieved. He always worried over Marinette, especially when she became all stiff and weird around him—as if she was afraid of him or perhaps disliked his company. He always bottled up those anxious thoughts and chalked it up to being paranoid, but maybe one day he would broach the subject. Today was not the day, though, as he was determined to keep a happy and fun mood.

With an adoring smile on his lips, he began humming along with her.

Marinette sputtered, looking at him as if she just realized he was there.

Biting her lip, she gave a shy smile, before starting to hum again.

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The concert was the best; deafening rock music boomed through their chests and rattled their hearts as they stood near the stage. Lights flashed, glow sticks waved, fists pumped, and the audience screamed and danced to powerful guitar chords and lyrics.

Marinette and Adrien were in close proximity to each other, often finding themselves pressed up against one another as bustling bodies moved to the music.

Marinette could feel the heat radiating from Adrien (and other people, but they did not matter) and felt like fainting from happiness and utter bliss.

Adrien experienced similar feelings, though perhaps not from the same reasons as his short friend.

Marinette and Adrien sang to their heart’s content at the top of their lungs as they enjoyed every vibration, every chord, every lyric, and every moment of this concert.

(Marinette also enjoyed every second of contact with Adrien.)

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After the concert had ended, the duo made their way over to the VIP section of the concert, where they would be able to meet their idol.

Voices raspy and ears ringing, Marinette and Adrien found themselves gushing excitedly over the best concert of their lives, while they waited in line to meet Jagged.

The moment Jagged Stone spotted Marinette, he excitedly waved his arms at her.

Marinette beamed and greeted him enthusiastically.

“Marinette! It’s mighty rock ‘n’ roll that you could make it out here t'night!” he exclaimed enthusiastically.

Marinette went to give him a handshake, but he opted for a bone-crushing hug instead.

Flushed, but happy, she continued beaming as he released her from his vice grip.

“And who’s this, hmm? Oh, wait, you look familiar,” he observed, scratching his beard. “Is this yer boyfriend? Well, I definitely approve, seems like a nice lad for ya!”

Marinette went from beaming to red lobster in milliseconds.

“Agrestien—Adrigeste—ugh—Adrien Agreste is not—he is my friend!” she vehemently denied, struggling to make sensical words form from her lips. “And fan! A huge fan! Of yours, I mean! Not me. Not my fan.”

Marinette facepalmed at her own inability to be an articulate human being around her friend.

Adrien smiled sheepishly, possibly too star struck to have noticed the spazzy mess that stood beside him.

“Riiiight then,” Jagged drawled in a tone that clearly didn’t believe her denial for a second. “Would you like a hug as well? Or perhaps a handshake? Maybe a signed CD?”

Adrien wordlessly nodded rapidly. It seems Marinette was not the only inarticulate one at the moment.

Jagged beamed and swept the tall blond model into a bone-crushing hug identical to the one he had given Marinette.

Afterwards, Jagged took the CD that had mysteriously appeared in Adrien’s hand and signed it—signing it right next to Marinette’s signature.

He also signed Marinette’s Jagged Stone concert shirt, since she had not brought a CD along with her and said she didn’t need a free CD since she already owned all his albums.

By the end of their meeting, Adrien was pretty sure he would melt into a happy and fulfilled puddle at any moment.

Marinette felt the same way, but for slightly different reasons.

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The Gorilla drove the two teenagers home.

Both of them switched between speaking animatedly about their night and daydreaming about how surreal the whole event had been.

Once they reached the bakery, Adrien walked Marinette to the door, while his bodyguard waited for him in the car.

“Thank you so much for inviting me tonight,” he spoke quietly with complete sincerity. “It was the most fun I’ve ever had. I don’t know how, but I’ll definitely make it up to you, I promise.”

Marinette’s heart lurched at him feeling like he owed her. He was too sweet and he certainly didn’t owe her a thing.

“Oh, no, you don't—please don’t feel like you owe me anything! The tickets were free and I am so glad you were able to come!” Somehow, her strong feelings on the subject made her more coherent than she had been all night. Perhaps knowing he had so much fun had also dashed away some of her insecurities. “Honestly, I am really glad it was you who came with me and not anyone else. I had a blast. So, really, it should be me thanking you.”

Adrien was touched by her kindness and she could see it in his expression.

Looking into his soft eyes, she mustered what courage she had and tip-toed to give him a peck on the cheek.

He smiled brilliantly in response, a tinge of red seeping into his cheeks, but the darkness of the night and shadows hid it well.

“Goodnight, Marinette,” he said softly.

Turning around, he went back to his car, opened the door and got in. Closing the door, he gave her one last tender look (which she couldn’t see in the darkness) before his car took off into the night.

Marinette was confident no concert would ever top that one.

(Unless a certain blond boy came along with her again.)

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babbushka · 5 years

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Lemonade

Hi this is entirely @adamsnackdriver ‘s fault

Word count: 3k

Warnings: it started out fluffy but then turned into p*rn y’all

It was hot.

A sunny day out of the blue, you found yourself drawn to spend as much time bathing in the warmth as you could. After you ran your errands for the day and were back home, you stripped down to a bathing suit (even though the pool was still covered from the leftovers of winter), grabbed a magazine and your sunglasses, and went to the kitchen.

Today was a lemonade kind of day, and you were sure your husband would appreciate the cool drink when he got home in a few minutes. He had an early day today, and was supposed to be home by three, the hottest time of day. The clock chimed a quarter-till, and you smiled, happy to know that Flip would be home soon. Maybe the two of you could get a little lazy lovin’ in while the sun was still up, work up an appetite for a big dinner you had planned.

You turned on the portable radio and mixed up the water, lemon juice, and sugar on the stove, pouring it into a pitcher and sticking it in the fridge to chill. With radio in one hand and magazine in the other, you went outside and stretched out on one of the sun-faded lawn chairs, crossing one leg over the other.

The sky was a beautiful powder blue, not a single cloud to be seen. You regretted not grabbing the sunscreen from the bathroom. Tanning was all the rage right now, but you had more of a tendency to burn. It didn’t matter, you would go back in when Flip came home anyway.

The little radio crackled a little, readjusting to the signal outside, playing the latest hit, Al Green’s new song Tired of Being Alone. Tapping your foot along to the beat of it, you got so engrossed in the magazine you didn’t notice when a pair of big strong hands closed around your ankles, making you jump.

“Flip!” You yelled, startled.

“Hey baby.” Flip laughed at the reaction, wrestling with your legs and making you giggle, eventually pressing kisses to your knees, resting his cheek there adoringly.

“Don’t do that, you’re gonna give me a heart attack one of these days.” You run a hand through his hair, mussing up his middle part and making him laugh again.

He was too handsome for his own good, you thought.

“You love me.” Flip replied, cheekily, letting his hand happily trail up and down your thigh.

“Yeah I do.” You smiled back, wiggling your legs so he would get off. “Lemonade’s in the fridge, probably isn’t cold yet though I just put it in.”

“You’re sweet to me.” He said, leaning down to give you a chaste kiss on the lips. You hummed against them, and he pulled back just as you were sure he was going to deepen the kiss. What a tease, you thought with a smile.

“Anything for my man.” You replied happily, “How was work?”

“Why don’t I tell you while I rub some spf on your pretty skin?” He pinched at your upper arm. “Can’t have my girl burn.”

You rolled your eyes at him but was grateful nonetheless. He loved to slather you with lotion as an excuse to get his hands on you, but you never minded too much, especially if it meant you wouldn’t turn into a crispy lobster.

Flip went inside the house and didn’t come back out for a while. You almost had half a mind to get up and see what sort of trouble he was getting himself into, but it was too hot outside for you to really want to.

You couldn’t help but laugh at him when he did re-emerge – he had shed half his clothes and was holding the pitcher of lemonade, two empty glasses, a bottle of sunscreen, and some sandwiches you kept in the fridge.

“Carrying enough there, honey?” You sat up and took the glasses from him so they wouldn’t accidentally fall and shatter.

“You bet ketsl.” Flip chuckled, setting down the pitcher on a little circular stepping stone on the grass. He made his way back towards you with the bottle of sunscreen in his hands. “Give me those soft shoulders.” He smiled at you, and you sat up, your back unsticking from the plastic of the chair.

You scooted towards the end of the chair so Flip could sit behind you, brushing your hair out of the way so lotion wouldn’t get in it and make it all gross.

“Thank you.” You sighed happily, shivering at the momentary chill of the lotion but then practically leaning into the touch as he spread it around your shoulders and back. “Now tell me about work, anything new?”

“Bridges is being a dick again.” Flip grumbled, “But that’s not new.”

“I’m sure Harry will talk to him.” You nodded.

“Ron and Patrice invited us over for dinner tomorrow night, I told them we didn’t have any plans.” Flip continued, spreading the sunscreen onto your arms and thighs.

“I can wear my new dress!” You giggled when he tickled you, getting up from the chair and handing you the lotion so you could do your front.

“You’ll look stunning.” He ducked down to kiss you, a finger brushing under your chin, “Always do.”

“Thank you honey.” You blushed, rubbing the sunscreen onto your stomach and shins.

Flip watched the movement for a minute, before licking his lips and pouring a glass of lemonade. He took a sip and smacked his lips when he was done.

“I’m gonna go workout.” He said, patting a hand on your knee.

“Come do it out here, the weather is too good to be cooped up all day.” You waited for the sunscreen to soak in a little more before leaning back against the chair, giving him a devilish smile.

“You’re right.” He nodded, a sly grin creeping up onto his face.

On hot days like this, you were grateful that you bought him that workout set. Most days he kept them out of sight in the garage, opening up the back door to let some of the steamy air out whenever he felt like using the bench press or lifting his dumbbells. He had them in all different weights, and sometimes you liked to watch him get all sweaty as he pumped iron.

You especially liked it when the thin white tank top he wore went see-through with sweat, and you could see how the fabric stuck to his firm muscles. You never got too close, never wanting to distract him and potentially get him injured, but damn was he a fine sight to see.

Today was no different. He was turned around mostly to keep the sun out of his eyes, and you had the pleasure of watching the muscles in his very toned back flex and move under his tanned skin. You loved how quickly the sun soaked into his skin, it made all of his freckles and beauty marks stand out that much more.

He was wearing jeans, much to your dislike. His thighs were insane, you had always told him so, and that he needed to show them off more than he did. But he was in his jeans, and the waistband was getting dark, soaking up the little droplets of sweat that rolled down his back as you lost count of how many reps he was doing.

Every now and again he did turn around, and whether he knew you were watching or not, he made sure to put on a bit of a show for you. Flexing maybe a little more than necessary, shaking the hair out of his face, tensing his abs.

You wanted to climb him like a tree.

It seemed like Flip could tell that you were taking less than sneaky looks at his body from over the top of your magazine.

“You like what you see?” Flip caught your eye, lifting a fifty pound weight like it was made of air. Your eyes roamed over the way his tanning skin glistened in the sun, a vein begging to be traced by your tongue.

“You know I do.” You smirked from your spot on the lawn chair.

He set the weights down and made his way over to you, picking up a glass and the pitcher, making it a show to pour the lemonade and stir it with a spoon. The condensation on the glass dripped down his forearm and nearly evaporated as he chugged down the drink.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and straddled your hips, the lawn chair creaking slightly under his added weight.

“You gonna do something about it?” Flip hovered over you, nosing at your throat.

“Flip we can’t – the neighbors could hear.” You protested half-heartedly, arching your neck back so he could sink his teeth into the skin there. He did, and slipped a hand under the bottoms of your bathing suit, teasing a few fingers right at your folds. “Flip!” You gasped, he took his hand away with a chuckle and pressed it to your lips.

“Shh, no one will know.” He said, sitting back anyway.

Fuck he looked good, his hair getting piecey from the sweat of his forehead, his rippling muscles begging to be kissed. He roamed his hands over your arms, stomach and thighs, and you crinkled your nose at him playfully.

“You’re getting your sweat all over me.” You said, not the least bit angry.

He grinned and plucked at the strings holding the top of your bathing suit on.

“Let me see those pretty tits of yours.” His voice was low and sweet like honey, and you arched up into his touch to help him, despite the blush that was blooming over your cheeks. He threw the scrap of fabric across the backyard, and sighed happily at the sight in front of him.

“You’re crazy.” You grinned back, humming softly as he kneaded your breasts in those big hands of his.

“I didn’t build a fence for nothing ketsl.” He chuckled, grabbing an ice cube from the lemonade pitcher and running it over your nipples. It stiffened immediately under his touch and you gasped at the cold.

“Flip!” You whined, but he just laughed some more, he loved paying you back for all the teasing you put him through on a daily basis.

He left the ice cube to melt on your skin, transfixed as it slid down your stomach, and he pulled out his hard cock giving it a few lazy tugs.

He wanted to get off all over your tits, make you eat it. He knew you would too, and he stroked himself a little harder at the thought.

“You like watching me, don’t you?” Flip growled, and you nodded, reaching towards him, wanting to help. He grabbed your wrist with his free hand and brought it to his lips to give it a kiss. “Better keep those hands to yourself or else I’ll cuff ‘em.” He said.

“Fuck.” You hummed, raising your wrists above your head and pinning them down to the hot plastic of the lawn chair.

“Soon.” Flip promised, knowing he couldn’t possibly last.

You, his gorgeous wife underneath him, topless and sweaty in the bright light of the sun in your backyard, was more than enough to get his breathing going hard and fast.

Soon enough he was coming with a grunt, shooting his load all over your breasts, making you gasp and wrinkle your nose again. He grinned and reached for your hands which hadn’t moved since he told you to put them there. He made you rub your hands in the mess on your chest, and he could feel himself growing hard again as you did.

Dirty.

“That’s it, I’m fucking you.” He announced, getting off the lawn chair and lifting you bodily up and over his shoulder like you were some sack of potatoes and not his very human wife.

You laughed and laughed, your stomach doing little flips with anticipation. He left the radio and your magazine out there without a care in the world for them.

Flip didn’t get very far before he was setting you down carefully, bending you over the kitchen counter and kicking your feet apart.

“Good?” He murmured in your ear, wanting to make sure that you were comfortable despite his manhandling.

“Good. Rough please?” You nodded back eagerly, and smirked at Flip’s little intake of breath.

He liked to be gentle with you usually, but how could he deny you when you asked so nicely?

With no hesitation, he slid his fingers into you and began fingering you open, making sure you were nice and wet for him. Once he was satisfied, he pulled his jeans down far enough to get his cock out again and he rubbed the head of it up and down your pussy before thrusting it in all the way in one harsh movement.

“Oh!” You felt like the air was knocked out of your lungs, and his hips pushed your further onto the counter.

Flip rocked into you, his hands on your hips grabbing hard enough that there were definitely going to be little bruises dotted along your skin.

“Fuck (Y/N).” He groaned through his teeth, watching the way he slid his dick almost all the way out of you before thrusting back in, making you cry out in pleasure. “Fuck, look at you.”

Your hands were grasping at nothing, so he kept his hips moving as he reached for them, pulling them around your back like he was going to handcuff them. He cursed that he didn’t have the cuffs on him, and just held your wrists with one hand instead, using his other to grip the counter-top hard.

“Flip – oh honey – !” You cried out, drooling onto the counter, eyes shut tight in pleasure.

“Fuck, I need – ” He wanted a better angle, and the counter wasn’t cutting it.

He pulled you off and slid out of you just long enough to walk the two of you over to the living room, where you both went down to the floor to rest against the soft rug near the fireplace that hadn’t been lit in some time.

He maneuvered you to his liking, this time with you on your back. He hiked your legs up around his waist and fucked into you wasting no time, reveling in the way your face scrunched up with pleasure.

He kissed the moans off your lips, sucking at biting at your tongue and licking at your teeth, you felt like he was swallowing you whole. You had a hand fisted in his hair and the other wrapped around his strong bicep, holding on for dear life as he pressed you into the rug with the weight of him.

The radio was still going on outside, you could hear it crackling but it sounded a million miles away, the noise of his breathing and the slick sounds your bodies made against one another echoing in your head.

“I’m going to come in you so hard that you’re not gonna be able to walk without feeling me.” He panted, feeling his orgasm starting to build in the pit of his stomach.

That suddenly was the most appealing thing in the entire world to you just then, and you made him hiss by clenching down around him as he fucked your cunt hard and fast.

“Please.” You gasped, wanting very much to feel him for the rest of the day.

“What, baby?” Flip wanted to be more husky, wanted to be aloof and cool about his dirty talk but fuck you were so hot he could barely get the words out without his voice shaking from the force of you all around him.

“Use your words, come on.” He let one of his hands down to rub at your clit, and he practically drank in the high moans that spilled from your chest.

He rubbed and fucked and bit you until you were crying out, coming hard, your body arching up into his embrace.

“Please come in me!” You didn’t even finish before Flip’s hips stuttered, your big mountain of a man curling his shoulders in around you as he came.

“Holy shit.” He panted after a few moments, his head dropped into your chest. His hair was in your mouth and blew it away, arms too boneless to brush away the knotted locks.

“If we keep going like this I’m gonna get knocked up.” You huffed out a laugh, making him lift his head to look up at you with another one of those adoring smiles of his.

“Isn’t that the plan?” He asked sincerely, making you smile wide.

“Love you.” You whispered. Only Flip could turn things so tender so quickly, you thought.

“Love you more.” Flip said, kissing your sternum before taking a deep breath and pulling out. He stood on shaky legs and held out his hands to pull you up. “Shower?”

“Yes please.” You shivered, sparing a glance down to the state of your bodies. “You got me all sticky and gross the least you can do is clean me up.” You smiled, blissful and very much in love.

“Yes ma’am.” Flip said, wrapping an arm protectively around your waist even though in that moment, it felt like you were the only two people in the neighborhood.

Outside, the radio played and the ice cubes in the lemonade pitcher melted, and your bikini top laid out on the crisp green grass. And there it would probably stay, because you sure as hell weren’t finished with your man just yet, and neither was he with you.

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#reader insert #flip zimmerman x reader #flip x reader #blackkklansman #flip zimmerman #my writing #this one is pretty filthy so its totally okay if u wanna skip it lol #or if its not ur cup of tea #or should i say ...lemonade #okay im gonna go now

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thenewnio · 5 years

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Mermaid!Majorika AU Continued

Rika awoke in water.

Opening her eyes, she looked around the... Where was she? There were fish she didn’t know looking at her in confusion, and the water was different in that there was no salt. Furthermore, she could see four stone walls bordering her surroundings.

How long had she been out? Obviously, it had been quite a while because she didn’t remember a single thing of how she got here.

Wherever here was.

Shifting around, Rika felt pain shoot through her tail. She looked down to see a bandage wrapped tightly around her tail.

She knew of only one species other than a Mer capable of using this kind of method. Humans.

A small fish swam forward, addressing her in the language all fish spoke. “Hi there. Are you a-”

“Junior!” The little fish’s mother quickly swam forward and nudged her son back.

“I gotta get out of here...” Rika muttered as she swam upwards, towards the surface. If she got a good look at the area beyond this enclosed space, she could better plan her escape.

Breaking the surface of the water, Rika looked around. This place was definitely one of those ponds she had heard about, only artificial. As she scanned the surrounding area, she froze.

Looming before her was a huge house.

Oh dear Neptune...

It was just as she feared. She had been captured by humans.

Humans weren’t allowed to know of the existence of the Mer. It was a law that all water folk followed. The idea of humans being fully aware of their existence would bring more hunting and the possibility that humans could hunt their kind was all too real.

Being in human territory, being saved by humans meant that Rika had given away her people’s existence. These humans, whoever they were, may not be the first to know about her. In her current situation, even with her powers, she wasn’t capable of escaping. Sure, she was trapped in an open topped human made pool for fish, which she could easily crawl out of, but who knew how far away from the ocean she was?

Realizing how bad this really was, Rika mentally went over some ideas of escape. Despite being a sea witch, she couldn’t erase the humans’ memories of her, as such spells were forbidden for very good reason. She also didn’t have any potion to give herself legs on her, and even if she did, those were illegal as well. She had no idea whether or not her upper body was strong enough for her to quickly drag herself around on land.

Just as she began to consider the available options, she heard footsteps and voices coming her way.

Let them come. Rika thought. I oughta give them a piece of my mind...

...

Bags of broiled lobster, shrimp and sushi in hands, the trio turned the corner of Hazuki’s house to see red eyes staring right at them burning with fury.

“YOU!!!”

All three girls jumped with a collective yelp, dropping their seafood laden bags.

Oh boy. Rika thought when she saw that her rescuers/captors were children. For her, human children were the absolute worst.

"What... the heck... am I doing here?!” She demanded, pushing her upper body upwards. Only she didn’t actually say ‘heck’, but a ruder word that I won’t repeat, since this is a children’s story.

Hazuki and Aiko hid behind Doremi, who tried to reassure herself with the knowledge that the mermaid couldn’t do anything out of water. “W-Well, uh...” She began shakily, her voice barely audible.

“Spit it out, human!” The mermaid hissed. The girls all squealed again when they saw her tailfin flare out, displaying a bright green.

Trying to shove aside the fear, Doremi blurted out “You were hurt really bad! We found you on the beach, and...” She trailed off, watching the way the mermaid’s eyebrow slowly lifted, giving the girls the most skeptical look they had ever seen. A few moments of silence passed.

“I don’t need a human’s help.” The mermaid grumbled, lowering herself back down from her pushed up position.

Hazuki then spoke up, remembering how the mermaid’s injury looked as though it was caused by a weapon. “How did you get hurt, anyway?” She asked, concerned.

“None of your business!” The mermaid shot back glaring at them. “Now, get me out of here.”

The girls shoulders slumped. They didn’t mean to keep her against her will, but if they had released her back into the sea and something worse happened to her, they would feel nothing but guilt for the rest of their lives. They weren’t even sure how they were going to sneak her back to the ocean, especially considering how hard it was to load her unconscious body into Mr. Senoo’s wheelbarrow, and dump her into the Fujiwaras’ pond.

“Listen, um...” Hazuki said. “It’s not that easy. We just... can’t take you back home until you’re healed.”

The mermaid replied “So what, you’re gonna keep me here like I’m some kinda pet? Fat chance.” She folded her arms.

“Aw c’mon!” Doremi protested. “The least you could do is thank us.”

She received a scoff in response.

Aiko growled. “That’s it! This mermaid’s already gettin’ on my nerves.” She stomped over to the mermaid and grabbed her face, pulling her close. “Now, you listen here, sea hag! You’re in our world, now! We just saved yer scaly butt, so if you wanna live, ya gotta stick by our rules, or you’re fishfeed! Got it?!” The Osakan threw the mermaid back, the latter’s body making a splash in the pond.

Was that a threat? Even though this human was far younger than her, Rika couldn’t help but feel only slightly intimidated. However, the last thing she wanted was for these humans to have complete power over her.

“No use threatening me!” She exclaimed once she resurfaced.

“We’re not threatening you.” Hazuki explained. “We’re just saying that there are ground rules that you need to follow until it’s time for you to go home.”

“Kid, do you even know who I am?” The mermaid narrowed her eyes.

“Uh... Should we?” Hazuki asked.

“I’m not the kind of Mer you humans talk about in your stories.” The mermaid leaned closer to them. “I’m also a sea witch who can and will drown you IF YOU DON’T GET ME OUT OF THIS POND!!!”

Hazuki and Aiko grabbed each other and screamed, while Doremi remained rooted to the spot. This mermaid was a sea witch? She remembered reading H.C. Andersen’s fairy tale, and if there was one thing that it had taught her, it was that sea witches were not to be trusted.

But then again, the sea witch in that story, unlike the one in the Disney adaptation, didn’t actually do anything really bad, like try to take over the ocean, or turn innocent merfolk into polyps. If that was the case, then this one might actually be good... Right?

“SHUT UP YOUR MOUTHS!” The sea witch hollered, putting an end to Hazuki and Aiko‘s freakout. The two girls stopped screaming and stared at her in fear.

Doremi, however, chose to stand her ground. “You can’t scare my friends like that!”

The sea witch was taken aback. “...What.”

Doremi declared “You should be grateful that we saved you! We even got you some food! But if you’re gonna yell at us, then you’re not getting any of it. Right guys?”

Hazuki and Aiko looked at each other, then nodded.

“What are you saying?” The sea witch glared at them. “That you’re gonna starve me? Nice try, kid. There are plenty of fish in here for me to eat.”

Hearing this from above, every fish in the pond decided that now was a good time to retreat into their respective homes to stay there and wait until the newcomer was gone.

“No, not the fish!” Hazuki panicked. “What will my family think?!”

“What’ll happen when you run out?” Doremi asked.

At this, Rika froze. She hadn’t thought of that.

Doremi picked up the bags she was carrying and turned to leave. “Okay, then. If you’re gonna be that way...”

“Wait!” The sea witch shouted. “WAIT!”

Doremi turned back around. “Take your pick. It’s sea or starvation. Besides, don’t you want to get back home?”

Silence.

“You drive a hard bargain.” The sea witch grumbled, sinking back into the pond. “Fine. Just as long as I get home safe.”

The three girls cheered. “YEAH!”

Hazuki then approached the pond with one of the bags. “We’re so glad you came around. We understand you’re mad that you’re basically stuck here, but there’s no reason for you to take it out on us.”

“Yeah, yeah.” The sea witch said, her voice uncharacteristically quiet.

Hazuki placed the bag next to the pond’s edge and took out a red lobster. “Here. I think you might like this. We didn’t know what merpeople eat, so we got you a lot of things.”

The sea witch looked at the lobster, then at the girls. “You got names?”

“Hazuki Fujiwara.” Hazuki introduced herself before gesturing to Aiko. “This is Aiko Senoo.” Aiko gave the peace sign.

“And I’m Doremi Harukaze.” Doremi chimed in.

“Doremi?” The sea witch snickered. “Dumbest name I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s probably better than whatever you’re called.” Doremi deadpanned.

This set the sea witch off again. “You don’t even know my name!”

“What is your name?” Hazuki asked.

“Rika Makihatayama.” The sea witch responded.

“Nice to meet you, Rika.” Hazuki smiled. Rika said nothing.

Hopefully, now that they were introduced, they could be more civil to each other.

#ojamajo doremi #mermaid

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takaraphoenix · 6 years

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The Bible isn’t “pro gay” in the slightest, but it isn’t as condemning as some people make it out to be. My mom took it well, I’m just stalling to tell my dad... you know... “homosexual agenda” in media is something he talks about. Honestly, I still don’t see homosexuality as being ok, I just stopped caring after years of trying to change. I don’t know when I’ll tell my dad, but I do know that I’m dreading it.

Oh, but it is. And that’s the misconception.

It’s pro love, that, by definition already, makes it pro-gay.

It depends on the way you read it.

The cherry-picking dicks decide to take that one line about men lying with men being an abomination and act like that is literally all the Bible has to say as a total. I recently read about that line being a mistranslation though and it meaning to lay with a boy, as in being against pedophilia and not homsexuality, but you’d have to fact-check that one because I only rad it in passing.

And anyway, I kinda doubt they stick to the script about everything, like the shit with with the shrimps and lobsters that you shouldn’t eat and whatever else other ridiculous, outdated rules men put down in the name of God back then.

If the Bible-thumpers would actually stick to every stupid little thing that was deemed bad 2000 years ago, yeah. But this cherry-picking bullshit’s gotta stop. God should be about love and loving all of his creations. That’s the greater good, not to follow the Bible word-by-word like it’s a manual to life. Which it isn’t, especially not to modern life, 2000 years later.

I don’t really get why it is not more obvious that a book written over 2000 years ago is obviously outdated. You can read a book that’s been written 200 years ago and find wildly outdated views in it and have to read it critically and with the time it was written in in mind. And just like every other book, this one too has to be read critically and with the time it was written in in mind.

That’s how my high school religion teacher made me very slowly come around on Christianity at least. Because I used to really truly hate it, mainly based on the propaganda it is used for by homophobic arseholes and partially because of the way it had been taught to me up until that point; as a story-by-story going through it kind of situation. Then we finally started to separate Christianity from the Bible and started looking at the Bible as metaphors and suggestions, not as set-in-stone rules, but as something that should be thought about, metaphors that you gotta think about.

It’s not about the religion, any religion, it’s about the way you use it. And if anyone takes any religion to justify bigotry, hatred and suppressing others, then they are doing religion wrong. Because at its very core, every religion serves the purpose to comfort people. It was created because humans had questions they could not answer and needed the comfort of an answer, some higher power that held everything together, seeking a reason for the suffering they had to endure, solace and shelter and the sense that it will all work out in the end. It was created to be something good and comforting. And abusing it to justify hatred is disgusting.

Maybe this could be a good read on that for you? Maybe if you got some things to rattle Bible-based homophobia, you’ll dread the confrontation a bit less.

Either way, I wish you luck.

#Phoe Giving Advise #I got Strong Feelings on the subject #and while I feel like I am defending Christianity here #if I still managed to accidentally offend anyone #I apologize #Religion #it's such a touchy subject #uchiarifly

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31 from the way I said I love you prompts list, for Kidge, please?

Have some wholesome, Kidge fluff to start the weekend off right! And I should have some more coming before the end of the night, too!

Keithwas going to owe Nihaar a huge favor after this.

Afew superiors from the Blade would be coming by to see how progresswas coming along on their work figuring out how, exactly, Haggarcreated the Robeasts she sent after Team Voltron. He, however, hadplans with a non-Blade member on a planet a few quadrants away for avery special occasion. Plans that didn’t involve spending an entireday being scrutinized by a bunch of high-and-mighty Galra rebelleaders. And so, being a good friend, Nihaar had helped cover for himwhile he took a fighter ship out for his meet-up. “I can probablyget you about three hours before they start looking for youthemselves, so make it count,” She had said with a grin and a wink.He had blushed and grumbled out a quick thank you before heading out.

Findingthe Green Lion had been easy, even with Pidge finding the most remotelocation that she could for them.

Afterlanding, he checked over himself once more. He hadn’t wanted tojust wear his usual relaxing attire, given this was a very specialoccasion, and had managed to get himself some nicer clothes to wearwith the help of Lance and Allura. He tugged on the sleeves of thehis red turtleneck, making sure they were all way at his wrist, andthen tugged it free from being tucked into his slacks. Lance hadlectured him about looking his best but having the shirt tucked inwas a bit too much, he figured. He grabbed the bag with two glassesand a bottle of Tululurah wine – Adwru, another of the youngerBlade members, had insisted that Keith take it with him as good luckin his courtship - then stepped out and headed over to Green,grinning to himself the head lowered and jaw opened. “I see youwere able to find the spot without too much difficulty,” Pidge saidwith a small laugh as she started to walk out.

Herhair was tied back in a simple ponytail, showing off the leatherchoker with the pale turquoise colored stone he’d gotten for her.Unsure of if his plan to break out that night would work, he’d sentit to her a few days before to make sure she’d get it before thatnight. She had paired it off with a white and green striped dress andwhat appeared to be a black denim jacket on top. It was all finishedoff with a pair of black ankle boots with little bows out the outerside. Tucked in the crook of one arm, was a large round basket with acheckered pink and white blanket on top. He smiled and offered hishand to her as she moved to step over the teeth and lower jaw. “Youlook amazing. And you picked a great spot,” He commented.

“Youlook pretty slick yourself, Zippy,” She teased with a wink, takinghis hand and stepping over. She indicated the basket. “Hope youdon’t mind simple sandwiches, deruda sticks, psuedo-macaroni saladand some cookies for dessert.”

“Fineby me. I brought some fancy alien wine if you’re feeling risky;compliments of Adwru,” He said, carefully taking the basket fromher and hanging it on the same arm he had the wine on. He thenoffered his free arm to her.

“TheBlade members are really invested in your love life, aren’t they?”She laughed, taking his offer and starting to gently lead him up fromthe thicket they’d parked in to a hill just ahead of them.

“Theyfind the mating habits of humans absolutely fascinating. I’ve beenasked so many ridiculous questions and had my privacy invaded moretimes than I can count at this point, you have no idea,” He saidwith a dry laugh.

“Alluraand Coran are a lot like that, too. They sat me down for a fulltwenty minutes to explain everything when I asked them for the basketand blanket. Eventually, I just took the good and tricked Shiro intodealing witht hem for me,”

“Soyou just sacrificed him like that? How cruel,” He teased.

Sheshrugged, her grin wide in amusement. “Sacrifices must be made inwar, Cadet Kogane,” She said as they reached the top. She swipedthe blanket from him and started unfolding it while he set theirthings down. He then took two of the other ends and they stretchedthem out together, placing it down carefully to avoid any rocks.

“Oh,so I’m the cadet here?” He laughed, grabbing their thingsand bringing them over to the blanket. Pidge took liberty to stretchherself out on the blanket with a contented sigh, her legs stretchedout in front of her with her ankles crossed and leaning back on herhands. She tilted her head to watch him as he carefully settled inbeside her, making sure to keep his feet from getting any dirt on theblanket.

“Indeedyou are!” She teased, taking the basket from him and popping itopen. As she fixed their plates, he opened the wine and poured bothglasses halfway full. They swapped the plate of food for the glass ofdrink and, plate settled atop her thighs, indicated the starry nightsky above them with a wave of her glass. “Let’s test yourknowledge, hm? See that constellation over there, that looks like alobster? Tell me its name, origin and the name of at least one starthat makes it up!” She said before taking a small sip. She blinkedin surprise then hummed in amusement. “Tastes like blueberries andpomegranate… Pretty good.”

Hetook a sip of his own and hummed in agreement, pleasantly surprisedby the taste. Last time he’d tried something another member of theBlade gave him it had been unpleasant, to say the least. He thenlooked back at the clutter of stars she indicated and thought for amoment. “Well, only an amateur would not recognize theconstellation of Humorogantica, the giant lobster of lore. It is saidthat his claws maintain the balance of the ocean waves and the oceanfloor, and that one swing of his tail can cause a tsunami in everysea simultaneously. And the star that creates its eye is calledHutor,” He explained, clearing his throat and putting on his PrimeProfessional tone as he spoke. She nodded along with him, plucking aderuda stick off her plate and tossing it into her mouth. Deruda werea vegetable from another planet that were very similar to carrots inboth texture and taste, though they were a bright pink with yellowpolka-dots.

“Verygood, cadet. And over there, in case you don’t recall,” She musedafter taking a bite from her sandwich, indicating anotherconstellation a little ways off, “is the Sword of Yutarado.Yutarado was the legendary hero whom they say defeated Gertrude theMalicious. His sword was made of pure Yoyo Minera, which can only beforged in molten lava on the night of a full moon. The very tip ofhis blade is represented by that star, there, which is Thorton.”

Theyplayed like that as they ate, making up constellations and storiesand names for all of them. Pidge rested her head against his shoulderas they started on their second glasses of drink – whatever kind ofwine it was, Keith was grateful to note that it didn’t seem to havea terribly high alcohol content to it – and munched idly on thecookies. He was pleased to find that they were chocolate chip andpeanut butter; clearly Hunk had been wanting their date to go well,too. “Happy anniversary, Pidge,” He said gently, resting hischeek atop her head.

Shegiggled lightly and nuzzled a bit closer to him. “I love thenecklace, by the way. I mean, for more than just the fact that yourmy boyfriend and it’s a gift from you. I take it you picked it fora specific reason?” She mused lightly.

Hechuckled and nodded, turning to press a small kiss tot he top of herhead. “I wanted to mention it’s more than just a decorativepiece,” He commented, shifting to sit back up and carefully reachedout to untie it. She shifted and helped him remove the necklace. Thestone was easily detachable and, with it settled in his palm, hepressed his finger to the small divot in the center. When he did, thestone gleamed before the rounded edges suddenly had tons of long,narrow spikes on it. “It isn’t much, but it’s a good littletool if you ever need to protect yourself.”

Shelooked up at him in surprise and then wonderment before she leaned upto press a small kiss to his cheek. “You’re ridiculously sweet,”She mused as he clipped the stone back on and tied it back on forher. She then tugged the basket back over to them, rummaging throughquietly. “And, hopefully, you like the gift I got for you, too.”She then pulled out a slim, wide package and offered it to him. Thewrap job was the clipped out remnants of some alien fashion magazineand he found something endearing about that.

Hetook and carefully peeled off the wrapping paper, curious. When heopened it, it seemed to be the back of a picture frame, given thesmall prop along the back. When he turned it around, the frame seemedto be made of a cherry-wood color, with a small white square on thebottom, but the glass seemed to be black. He tilted his head a bitand she leaned a bit closer, indicating the button. He pressed it andthe black screen suddenly flickered to life, projecting a picture ofhe and Pidge from their first date, his arm draped over her shoulderand her arm around his waist. He turned to her and smiled. “I loveit,” He said gently.

Shewinked. “That’s not all. Keep watching,” She said, indicatingat the screen again. He turned back and then, a second later, itshifted to a photo of he and the other members of Team Voltron they’dtaken on one of his breaks from the Blade. There were a few otherphotos of him and the others – he training with Lance, laughing ata joke with Hunk, discussing battle tactics with Allura – all thathe recalled being taken over their time on the Castle of Lions. Thenit switched to he and Shiro from his times back at the Garrison,right before the Kerberos mission. “See, I was able to hack aroundand track down the files for a whole bunch of other pictures. I evenfound some from other sources – though that took a lot longer thanI anticipated. But I remembered the other day that oyu were reallyworried about forgetting so I… Oh, here comes my favorite.” Shebreathed quietly.

Thescreen switched again, but this time the picture had Keith’s heartpicking up in his chest. It was an old picture that he himself didn’teven remember, from his second birthday party. His face and handswere covered in multicolored frosting, some of it even getting intohis hair, but he was smiling despite that. Next to him on one sidewas his dad, laughing and smiling at his son, while on the other sideof him was his grandmother with an amused smile on her face and asplattering of frosting on her cheek closest to him. He tried to openhis mouth to say something but he couldn’t, his chest thrumming ashe was completely overwhelmed.

“Happyanniversary, Keith,” She said quietly.

“Ilove you,” He said, completely starstruck as he turned to stare ather. A blush hit her cheeks but her smile stayed in place, growing abit more shy and flustered. He reached out and cupped her cheek withhis other hand, keeping the frame clutched safely between the fingersof his other hand. “You’re the most incredible… Just…This is… You’re too much and I can’t help but fall for you againevery time we meet.” He breathed before leaning over and pressing asmall kiss to her lips.

Sheleaned into it and beamed up and him when they pulled away. “I loveyou too,” She breathed happily before dipping in for a second kiss.As far as one-year anniversaries went, he chalked it up to anunforgettable one.

#Voltron legendary defender #Keidge #Kidge #Peith #Kidgemas #Valentine's Day Special #my fics

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keywestlou · 4 years

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ROBERT MUELLER FAILED

I said this when Mueller’s report came out. I say it again. He failed!

He did not view his job properly. He was “Special Counsel,” not a mere FBI investigator. His responsibility gave him additional powers. He was not limited by FBI rules, regulations, and policies.

As a result, Trump walked. He is still in office. The label he was “impeached” means nothing if not convicted of violations that would have resulted in removal from office.

Bill Clinton the perfect example. America still loves him!

Mueller also conducted himself like a pompous ass. Recall he did not want to testify before a Congressional committee. If he did, he said he would only go so far. Not explain his responses. His position was everything that was to be known was written in his report. Read it! was his charge.

Mueller failed to spell out clearly the charges against Trump.

As a result of it all, Trump’s impeachment did not stick.

Yes, Mueller indicted several underlings. Meant nothing. Impeachment a big thing, especially the impeachment of a sitting President. Mueller should have gone for the jugular!

Now comes Robert Stone. Trump took care of his friend. Commuted his sentence. Flynn will probably receive a pardon or commutation.

Stone’s commutation a shame. Proves clearly that under Trump, justice is available to friends of the President. A benefit not available to the thousands of others sitting in jail for crimes smaller that those committed by Stone.

Some insignificant. What of those of color who have been sitting in jail for years for simple marijuana convictions?

Trump appears to have a desire to be a “war President.” Not just a coronavirus one, a shooting one.

He is threatening to invade Venezuela.

We have already had 20 years of insignificant wars in the Middle East and elsewhere. I thought we had learned our lesson.

Trump does not care about the Venezuelan people. Trump wants to take over Venezuela for the oil. Venezuela has the largest oil deposits in the world.

Russia and China want those oil deposits, also. Any Trump action against Venezuela would be met with serious opposition by Russia and China.

Several months ago, Trump had American troops on the Venezuelan border ready to go in. Russia immediately sent planes and troops to Venezuela. They were sitting on Venezuelan airfields waiting for the Americans to invade.

Trump chickened out.

News reports last week indicated Trump was provoking an India/China war.

Trump is back to being anti-China. His great “trade deal” never happened. Trump’s present aim is to cause China as much aggravation as possible.

Why doesn’t he have the same attitude against Russia?

Trump views himself as the “noble warrior.” Reminds me of the witch in Snow White. She used to look in the mirror and ask, “Mirror, mirror on the wall, whose the fairest of them all?”

The mirror today would respond: “Donald, you are!”

Trump rails against U.S. enemies. Those he perceives to be enemies. Such is why he views himself as the noble warrior.

He is anti anarchist, Marxists, immigrants, and now a new group. Americans!

One reason he is attacking a majority of his fellow citizens is that he is planting the seed of doubt as to the validity of the 2020 election should he lose. The far left Americans “who corrupted” the voting process will be to blame.

Trumps announcement early last week that the U.S. was withdrawing from WHO was pure stupidity! No one is perfect. Everyone makes mistakes. I am referring to WHO, not Trump. Trump makes too many mistakes.

We need WHO as much as WHO needs our dollars. The U.S. must continue to be a part of global organizations. Trump obviously thinks otherwise.

One of Biden’s first tasks upon election should be to have the U.S. rejoin the many global organizations the U.S. was a part of before the Trump wrecking ball hit.

Robert Unanue is CEO of Goya. A major producer of goods found on supermarket shelves. Especially supermarkets in poorer neighborhoods.

He recently came out publicly in support of Trump.

The backlash big time! Many organisations have called for a boycott of Goya goods.

Unanue is a major corporate leader. His company and he personally make big dollars. I have to believe Unanue’s annual salary is well above $1 million.

In addition to Unanue’s words of Trump support, Republican politicians are racing to his side because of his Trump support. Texas Senator Cruz is one of them.

Florida getting hit badly by coronavirus.

I blame first hand and up front Florida’s Governor De Santis. Inept and incompetent. Trump’s lap dog. Follows Trump blindly.

The proof of the pudding is that Trump has several times recognized De Santis as the best Governor in America.

The number of Florida cases have exceeded 250,000.

In one day last week Florida experienced the highest number of new cases for any one day: 10,360. That same day, Florida experienced 95 new deaths.

De Santis wants our children to return to school. Parents and people in general have to be crazy to follow De Santis on this point based on his coronavirus track record to date.

Fantasy Fest has been cancelled.

The mini-lobster season occurs on the last Wednesday and Thursday of July each year. People come in in droves to dive for lobsters. I speak of visitors/tourists.

They bring the dreaded virus with them. Conveniently will infect Key Westers and non-Key Westers. Spread the virus without a care.

The Key West City Commission wisely cancelled Fantasy Fest. They do not have the power to cancel the mini-lobster season. Only De Santis has and he has refused.

A few more comments by those opposed to reopening schools. All directed against Trump, of course.

“He is mad people actually are for their kids, DAMN. Dude got Daddy issues big time.”

“Is this man ready to send his son to a public school in the Fall? I want a reporter to ask him this question.”

“It’s like he is actively trying to lose the next election.”

“Now we all know, this monster needs to be stopped.”

Enjoy your Sunday! Remember to wear your mask, social distance, and wash your hands.

ROBERT MUELLER FAILED was originally published on Key West Lou

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