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arabellasleopardcoat · 11 months

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Honesty (Daemon Targaryen × Reader)

Summary: In which Prince Daemon seduces his unwilling Lady Wife.

Warnings: Smut. Dub Con/ Non Con. Oral sex (F receiving), P in V sex. Stark reader. Convenience Marriage. No use of Y/N.

A/N: First time writing for Daemon. Reader is the oldest sister of Cregan Stark and acts as his regent. Might write the full story one day. High valyrian from an online translator, not explaining it because I wanted the reader to not know the meaning.

The shift was white, silky, and oh so tiny. You stared at it with contempt. It had cost you a pretty penny, as had the cosmetics Lady Manderly had so eagerly pushed into your hands. Red tint, she had said, to paint your lips and enhance your natural attributes in other areas. The woman had even had the nerve to point at your breasts!

It was ridiculous, this whole thing. Had you been born a man, there would be no need for this nonsense. Had you not been born a Stark, it would still be happening, but perhaps in not such a brutal way. Or had you not been tempered by the cold, made so brazen to insult and oppose Otto Hightower, perhaps your punishment wouldn’t be marital rape.

Still. It was your duty, and you intended to perform it. It was the only way to keep Cregan, Rickon and Sara safe. And you would do it. Prince Daemon, your lord husband, as he insisted you called him, could surely get the deed done faster with the proper incentives.

You took off your gown, having been previously unlaced by your trusty maid. You put on the dreaded, lacy shift. The latest fashion in Dorne, you had been told. For how expensive it was, it certainly was made of little fabric. You glared at your reflection, watching how the long sleeves had a vertical cut that made them useless. Your skin broke out in goosebumps, as you wished you could add more wood to the fire.

Some rustling could be heard outside your room and you panicked. You were running out of time. The tint! Made of some berries, you hoped didn’t poison you. You quickly rubbed it on your lips and cheeks, trying to seem less like the terrified girl you were and more like an appealing sight. You sat down, primly, on the foot of the bed just in time for Daemon to enter the room.

“Wife.” He rumbled, coming to stand in front of you. Daemon had docked his furs and armor, his sword no longer rested at his side, just as your agreement dictated. He had come to you unarmed and barefooted, yet it didn’t make him cut a less intimidating figure in the least. His purple eyes looked at the tint with curiosity, and plucked it from your hands. “Getting ready for me? I’m touched.”

You glared at him, trying to hide how much nerves pooled in your stomach, how you were cold from fear, skin clammy and pale.

“If I must…” You shifted to your hands and knees, and lifted your shift, exposing your naked folds and arse. It was quite the vulnerable position, and heat started to spread almost immediately to your cheeks and neck. You hated the humiliation it brought you.

Daemon’s breath hitched. Clearly affected by the sight of your prone, soft body, on the bed. “What are you doing, zoklītsos?” His hand went to your exposed folds, finding you as dry as the sands of the dornish deserts. You nearly jolted at the touch, and only his hand on your hips kept you in place. It was not a good omen, you had gathered, from nights spent exploring your body before the cold and worries had turned you into the frigid ice queen the lords in the South accused you of being.

“Go ahead. Do it.” You closed your eyes, keeping them tightly shut, and braced yourself for the pain. Daemon tsked, his warm palm caressing your bottom.

“Hells, you have been deprived.” He pulled your shift down, covering you.

“I do not understand.” You frowned, looking at him over your shoulder, still on your hands and knees. “This is right, I know. I have seen animals do it.” Your tone was of absolute confidence, petulant, even. To you, it was one of the facts of life. The sky was blue, the sun rose in the west, and fucking was done on one’s hands and knees, with the man behind you. It cracked Daemon out. He snorted, hands still busy fixing your shift. It soon turned into a full-blown belly laugh, at your icy glare.

“Poor little wife, your previous lovers have done you wrong.” He palmed at your ass. You hated how the warmth of his palms made you shiver. Good gods, how was he so warm, barefoot as he was and in only a linen shirt? You wanted to kick at him, at the offense of your virtue, perhaps make an icy comment, but you were frozen in shame. “Unless…” Daemon’s hands moved to your stomach, urging you to get up on your knees. He pressed a kiss to your exposed nape when you did, as if rewarding you. Stubbornly, you tried to escape his grip, but he only hugged you tighter. “Oh, what a treat you are… The gift that keeps on giving, zoklītsos.”

“Shut up and get it over with.”

“Don’t be like that, little wife.” He kissed your jaw, tenderly, and when you moved your face away from him, Daemon adapted and started kissing a path down your exposed neck. “You wouldn’t like that, sweet innocent virgin you are. I would tear you apart, and that's no fun.”

“Oh, by the…” You muttered, exasperated. You tried telling yourself that the red of your cheeks was out of rage and not embarrassment. Used as you were at being the smartest one in the room, you deeply disliked how out of your depth you were here. It was not your fault, being uneducated on these matters. Orphaned when you were a lady just flowered, there had been no time for anything else but caring for your siblings. “Why must every woman you meet burn for you?”

“Because I am the blood of the dragon. Heat is in my veins.” He mouthed at your shoulder, this time. His kisses felt like a trail of fire down your body. It was… Waking feelings you didn’t wish to have. Nipples pebbling, hairs standing up, pleasant shivers and all. You breathed in and out, trying to control yourself. Daemon pushed the sleeve of your shift down. “My proper little wife. My ice queen. You will melt, in the end.” He kissed back up and towards your ear, whispering, cruelly. “They all do.”

Your breath hitched. A slip. The first of the night. You could feel Daemon’s smirk against your skin.

“Do you really want to find out how the fire in your veins meets the ice in mine?” You remarked, coldly. It was an attempt at projecting a bravery you did not feel. Bravado. Nothing more. And Daemon could tell.

“Fire can melt ice.” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss on your throat. With the way he held you, curling and uncurling around you, Daemon reminded you more of a snake than a dragon. You felt as if you were in the grip of a boa, constricting around you, robbing you from your air, leaving you breathless. It was wrong, being so excited at being the sole focus of such a predator. But heat was pooling between your legs, you were getting embarrassingly slick.

“Ice can put out a fire.” You warned, one of your hands going to his silver locks and tugging. You got exactly the opposite reaction of what you wanted. Daemon’s eyes closed, expression turning into a delightful mix of pleasure and pain.

“Only a fool would meet your ice head on.” He kissed your sternum. You remained as still as a sculpture. He tugged at the sleeves, until they gave. There went the dornish shift, ruined forever. You felt a distant rage at having wasted so much gold on it for him to rip it apart. Daemon drank the sight of your exposed chest eagerly, seemingly entranced. You tried covering yourself, but he grabbed at your wrists.

“I think not, Lady Wife.” Then, very tenderly, he pressed kisses to the top of your breasts. You whined, low in your throat. It felt good, and he had no right, no right at all, to get your body to betray you like this. “You see… A tiny flame, if constant, can begin…” Daemon kissed lower, encircling your areola, purple eyes gleaming with mischief. “To melt your ice.” And with that, he took your nipple into his mouth, making you let out a little scream. You squirmed, feeling more wetness gather between your thighs. If you wanted to keep your dignity, you had to get away from him. But Daemon’s grip wouldn’t budge, no matter how hard you tried.

“No… I… Husband… Please. Please.” You begged, shame so deep you were nearly in tears. How it was that easy for him to take you apart, you didn’t know. Despite your pleas, his tongue circled your nipple, his lips making nearly a vacuum around it. His hand came up to pinch at your other nipple, warning. “I don’t want this, please. Just… Just…” But whatever you were saying got lost into your moans, until you were unable to know if you were asking him to stop the sweet torture or give you more of it.

When your tears started to fall in earnest, Daemon let go of your breast with a nearly obscene slurp.

“What is it, zoklītsos? You don’t want the attention of your Prince?” You nodded, and he gave you a mocking little coo. It almost made you think he would stop. Almost. If not for his hands, bunching up your shift until you were exposed once again. Under the candlelight, your cunt glistened with how much wetness you had produced. You tried to close your legs, but he kneeled, forcefully keeping them apart with his torso.

“No. I doubt that's the problem.” Daemon rubbed a finger against your entrance, not putting it in, but just pressing. “I think my little ice queen is melting. A big puddle, she is turning into.”

“You think…” You got cut off by a moan. Daemon had found your pearl, and it seemed he knew exactly what to do with it. “Yourself so smart. Smug…” He pushed a finger inside you, making you yelp, and effectively unable to finish your sentence.

“If you still have coherent thoughts…” He pulled away from you, taking his shirt off. Your eyes immediately were pulled, as if by magnet, to his chest. He had a warrior’s body, muscles all functional. Deliciously broad shoulders, toned stomach with the slightest hint of definition, yet still slender in the way most Targaryens were. Closer to gods, indeed. He bent down, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your stomach, making you squirm.

“Lord Husband…” You warned, noticing how his kisses started to approach your privates.

“Lady Wife.” Daemon repeated, with a mocking tone. Then, he curiously pressed a finger against your button. This time, your hips bucked, and you were unable to quiet the moan that slipped from your parted lips. “Such a pretty cunt you have.”

“You don’t have to…”

“Oh, but where is the fun in that, zoklītsos?” He spread you apart, as if opening up the petals of a flower, gentle but so casual. “If I wanted a quick fuck, I would have taken one of your servants, or found myself a whore.” Daemon leaned down and licked a strip over your cunt. In your haste to muffle a scream, you brought one of your hands to your mouth and bit down on your palm until you tasted blood. It was the oddest feeling, a line of scorching hot electricity on your exposed sex. “I intend to enjoy you. As often as I can. That’s why I accepted marrying you.”

“I don’t… I….” You muttered, but you weren’t really opposing him anymore. It was impossible to think about anything apart from what he was doing, of how his heat and wanton ways were starting to warm your blood too. Daemon kept licking at you, making your hips twitch. He was entirely ignoring your pleas, apparently finding great pleasure in the way he took you apart.

You felt like you were burning up, as if something that had been long asleep in you had started to be awakened. Long hidden and forgotten desires that were making themselves known. You found yourself looking down, mesmerized by the sight of the blond shock of hair between your parted thighs and how it bobbed up and down with each eager lick he took. Your hand reached down, tangling in Daemon’s hair, and it was then, you got pulled over the edge.

Daemon would later say it had been the way he had groaned against your pearl, what had made your thighs quiver and tummy tense, an impossible amount of wetness dripping down your thighs. You would say, if asked, it had been the way his purple eyes met yours, mouth still busy at devouring your cunt and face twisted into the most smug and deviant expression you had ever seen. Whatever it was, it pleased him greatly.

“I knew you had it in you. You weren’t cold.” Daemon whispered against your skin, kissing a path towards your mouth. He was unhurried, dedicating lavish kisses to your hipbone, moving to mouth along your belly button, gnawing hungrily at your ribs. Under him, your body went lax and pliant, spent with the first climax you had experienced under his careful touches. “You just needed a dragon to warm you up.” He licked at the sweat collecting in the hollow of your throat, before finally pressing a kiss to your lips.

This time, you answered. You took his lower lip between yours, playfully. You could taste and smell yourself on him, and it was more alluring than what you had ever thought.

“Good.” He said, pulling back. He started to undo his breeches, and you felt panic grip at you some more. This was it. You had to fulfill your end of the deal with him, let him take you. As if he could feel your nerves, Daemon rubbed your thigh, affectionate. “Do not fret, zoklītsos. You will enjoy this, too.”

“It is meant to hurt.” You answered him, pouting. He tapped at your lower lip, gently.

“Put that away, before I have to bite it.” Daemon took out his cock and rubbed it up and down your folds, gathering the wetness. Despite your fears, a wave of desire overtook you. His fingers had felt good, so had his tongue. You wondered if this, too, could be pleasurable. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many bastards being born in Westeros, right? But you were supposed to bleed. Bleeding was not pleasant, ever.

“I…” You grabbed at one of his hands, holding on for dear life. He may not have been your choice of husband, but he had vowed to protect you under his gods, standing in the sand and mixing your blood with him. Daemon took his valyrian vows seriously. You were desperate for any scraps of reassurance he was willing to give, even if in normal circumstances you would have rather died than be helped by him.

“It won’t hurt.” Daemon said, kissing your forehead. You looked up at him, eyes wide in fear. He squeezed your hand and lined himself up. You felt the tip of his cock nudge at your entrance, and wondered what it looked like. It felt blunt, and it was very warm. “I will do it on one thrust, like ripping a bandage off. You probably don’t have your maidenhead, with how fond you are of riding. And if you do, you are more than wet enough.”

“Lady Manderly said it hurt her, the first time.” You pouted again, and this time, he did good on his promise. He leaned down and kissed you, biting at your lower lip playfully.

“She has a fool for a husband.” Daemon muttered, kissing your ear. You shivered, nearly mewling. You weren’t aware of how sensitive you were there. “Trust me on this. I know more about it.”

“Taken many maidenheads?” You remarked, with a hint of a teasing smile on your lips.

“Jealous, ice queen?” Daemon licked a strip down the base of your neck towards your jaw. “You will have to admit you know little of the topic.”

“I would say I know plenty.” You answered, glowering, just as he thrust inside of you, seemingly tired of the conversation. At the sudden feeling of fullness, you yelped. But there was no pain, as he had promised. Only an odd feeling of being stretched and filled to the brim, and a slight discomfort. “Rude.”

Daemon smirked. He stayed still, letting you time to adjust. You took a deep breath, and shifted to rest your weight on your elbows, to take a curious look at where you were joined. To your disappointment, you could only see a cloud of light hair, mixing with yours, hips impossibly close.

“Did it hurt?” Daemon flicked at your pearl, absent-mindedly. He groaned when that made your walls tighten around him.

You glared.

“No.”

“You silly girl.” He laughed, starting to thrust. The friction felt good immediately, and you moaned, grabbing at his shoulders. “And you thought fucking could only be done on your hands and knees.”

You didn’t answer, choosing instead to cling to him, mouth falling open in moans you were unable to keep quiet anymore.

“Fucking is a pleasure.” Daemon insisted, pinching at one of your nipples, You whined. He could be telling you the secrets of the realm, and you wouldn’t care. “And I will teach you all about it.” He grunted in your ear.

You were too gone to care about his smugness. Your heels dug into his back, pulling him closer and closer. You met him thrust by thrust, scratching at his back until your nails were bloody. Daemon kissed you and tugged at your hair, desperate to claim you. You could hear his silent laughter, feel his mocking smile against your skin. He had finally gotten what he wanted, a reaction out of you. It could not be faked, this pure, raw emotion. Soon, his fingers found their way to your button, making you whine and squirm. It was too much for your poor, abused body. You screamed his name as you reached your second peak of the night.

Daemon thrust several more times, practically vibrating with smugness. He grabbed at your body, fingers digging in the flesh, surely bruising your hips. His mouth was slightly parted, and something stirred in you at seeing him so raw. Daemon had been right, you realized. Many moons before, he had said bodies spoke and were honest in ways their owners were not. And so, you let yours speak, tugging at his hair, sucking bruises in his pale neck. Perhaps there was something there, in the way he held you closer, shuddering and spilling himself with a muffled cry. Something that mere lust couldn't explain.

You both laid there, panting. Daemon looked down at you, and brushed your sweaty hair out of your face.

“I think, Lady Wife, that the coldness of the North might just be bearable.”

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izvmimi · 18 hours

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the god of the riverbanks takes his sacrifices drowned - young girls, once sweet, bright-eyed and naïve in the morning sun, in exchange for bountiful harvests, rain and the promise of floods kept at bay. there are rumors that they turn up unaccompanied and unharmed in villages afar, hair just slightly damp and smelling as fresh as the sea, with their memories lost yet their smiles forever just as cheerful as the jade green dragon himself who glides just below the visible depth of the wide seas.

in contrast, the god of the skies, of sun and snow, is thought to take his sacrifices burned at the stake and yet no one has seen their bodies past their first cries and coughs. young women with strange burns they do not remember abound in a country far west; perhaps their voices reach the heavens and he shows mercy towards them, allowing them to ride on his back that glitters with a mosaic of white and red scales, and see the world from above, their scars bold but their minds purged of their pasts by flame and soothed by gentle ice.

however, nothing will give you solace, because you are to be sacrificed to the god of the mountains and the earth, who is war and strife itself. the blindfold that keeps you helpless is thick, the ropes on your wrists tight and cutting into your skin. the god offers your village protection from calamity and invasion; he promises your country strength and thus your gift is necessary.

you doubt you'd be a worthy meal but there was no one else to offer up, and you hope he swallows you up quickly; the pain could be immense, but not worse than the pain in your weary heart. your chest aches as you think of your family, aches further when you realize you will never have the chance to find purpose or find love.

the mountains are still and quiet as you wait, bound helplessly to the stone shrine. there is no escape.

time passes both slow and fast as you breathe in deep and exhale half as long until your chest hurts with the stacking of breath expanding your weary lungs.

you hear a sigh.

"sick of this shit."

your eyes widen at the gruffness of the man's voice, but you can see nothing. he tuts, and you can hear a presence move around you, the stinging warmth of a flame too close to the sensitive skin of the underside of your arms. the same sensation is quickly felt in your bound legs before you before they are free.

the blindfold falls and you're staring into a set of red, inhuman eyes. vertical slits. dragon eyes.

but your visitor is a man, somewhat, even if he is practically three times your size. your breath holds as you take more of him in, sharp eyes and even sharper cheekbones, golden hair, a gaze that is less curiosity and more exasperation. there is a soft glow to his skin despite the dusky overtone of the sky and his lips are soft appearing and pinkish red, almost feminine, in contrast to the soft bristle of fair, coarse hair on his chin. smoke still comes from the corner of his mouth as he speaks, and you see flashes of fanged teeth intermittently.

"i'm taking you to the other side of the mountain, got it?" he asks.

it's a statement that is given like an order and you're too dumbfounded to speak, forgetting how to make use of your no longer bound arms and legs.

"i won't eat you. got it?" he repeats, louder. your head swims.

he doesn't wait for your answer regardless, and his wings spread - deep crimson, orange and yellow, brilliant like the crackles of a large bonfire. you're dragged into his arms without protest and cradled like a small child despite his annoyed expression, you take to the skies, your fate uncertain.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #daydreams: bnha #mimi's notes

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bethanythebogwitch · 4 months

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Wet Beast Wednesday: emperor penguin

This is the last Wet Beast Wednesday before Christmas and Christmas is associated with the north pole thanks to Santa. So to celebrate the season, I'm going about as far away from the north pole as it is possible to go and talking about the emperor penguin. This also happens to be the first dinosaur I've showcased on this series.

(image id: an emperor penguin lying belly-down on ice, seen from the side. Its back, wings, and head are black while its belly and neck are white. It has a patch of orange feathers near the ears. Another penguin is standing up in the background. end id)

Aptenodytes forsteri is the largest of all penguins and the sixth largest (by weight) bird in the world, only surpassed by the emu and two species each of the cassowary and ostrich. Those are all paleognaths, one of two living groups of birds, making the emperor penguin the largest of the other group: the neognaths. There are some discrepancies on their size due to the standards of bird measurement, but recent measurements list their standing height as reaching 120 cm (3.9 ft) with a weight of 22.7 to 45.4 kg (50 to 100 lbs). Their weight varies a lot during their lives, with both males and females losing a lot of weight during breeding season. Males generally weigh more than females. Genomic and anatomical analysis indicates that the emperor penguin, along with the closely-related king penguin and an extinct species, are part of a group of penguins that branched off of the family tree before the other living penguin species. As with other penguin species, they are heavily adapted for life in the water. All penguins are flightless, with their wings having adapted into flippers used for swimming. Penguins stand differently than other birds. Most birds have long legs and hold their bodies horizontally to the ground or at an angle, but penguins have short legs and hold their bodies vertically, like humans do. This, plus other adaptations, helps streamline the birds, letting them swim more efficiently. Like other seabirds, their feathers are very dense and coated with oil that repels water. This keeps the feathers from becoming waterlogged, reducing drag and helping keep the bird warm. During molting season, the feathers emerge from the skin mostly formed and push out the old feathers, preventing the penguin from developing bald or thin patched that would compromise insulation. While the feathers are responsible for most of the insulation, a layer of fat also helps. Like other birds, penguins are endothermic, commonly known as warm-blooded. Penguin tongues have backward-pointing barbs that help prevent food from escaping their mouths.

(image id: an emperor penguin jumping out of the water and onto ice. It is pictured in midair with its body roughly parallel to the ground and wings extended. Multiple other penguins are in the background. end id)

Emperor penguin's divide their year between the breeding season and the rest of their lives. During most of the year, they spend their time searching for food. Most of this food consists of fish, krill, and squid. Emperor penguins are social animals that often coordinate with each other to hunt in groups. While hunting, they will dive up to 535 meters (1,755 ft) and spend up to 21 minutes underwater before surfacing to breathe. During dives, the pressure can increase up to 40 times and the emperor penguin has some special adaptations to cope. Unlike most birds, emperor penguin bones are solid, reducing the chance of one breaking under pressure. During dives, the heartbeat slows dramatically and non-essential organs cease functioning to conserve oxygen in the blood. In addition, the hemoglobin in the red blood cells is modified to carry more oxygen in high pressure and low temperature. While on land, emperor penguins gather in colonies along the shoreline. Members of the colonies spend a lot of them time huddled against each other to keep warm. The penguins live all around Antarctica between 66 and 77 degrees southern latitude.

(image: an emperor penguin swimming underwater. Its head is pointed up, making its body very streamlines. Its wings are extended and are used for propulsion and steering. end id)

The thing emperor penguins are most famous for is their breeding behavior. Breeding season starts at the beginning of winter in Antarctica, between March and April, and is triggered by the decrease in day length. Penguin colonies travel inland en masse moving between 50 and 120 km (31 to 75 miles) to find a spot to raise their chicks. These spots are usually large, flat patches of sea or lake ice with a barrier such as a cliff or iceberg used to block the wind. Males perform sexual displays wherein they make loud courtship calls while wandering around the colony. When a female is interested, she will face they male and they will both hold their heads up for a few minutes. Once a pair os formed, they will walk around the colony together. When ready to mate, The pair will bow to each other. Emperor penguins are serially monogamous. They will only mate with one other penguin each season, but rarely pick the same mate more than once. The pair say together until the egg is laid in late May or early June. The female then transfers the egg (only one is laid every year) to the male, a tricky process. They have to use their feet to transfer the egg without dropping it. If the egg breaks or is exposed to the ice for more than a minute or so, it will die. It is not uncommon for an egg to be lost, especially in first-time parents. If this happens, both parents will leave the colony and return to the sea, not mating again until next year. The male balances the egg on his feet and covers it with a loose flap of skin. The bottom of this skin is a featherless patch called the brood patch that only forms during this season. By keeping the egg between his feet and the brood patch, the male incubates it. Once the egg is transferred, the female returns to the sea, leaving the male responsible for the next few months. In every other penguin species, the mother and father take turns incubating their egg. for the next 65-75 days, the male will incubate the egg in the middle of the Antarctic winter, where storms are frequent and temperatures can can reach into the -60s C (-70s F). He will not eat at all during this period, which, including travel and mating time, can last for 120 days. Males can lose up to half of their body mass during this fast. If the egg is dropped even once, it has a very high chance of dying. Walking without dropping the egg is tricky, but the males will form tight bunches to conserve body heat. These bunches are mobile, with members to the outside gradually moving inward and vice-versa. The egg usually hatches after around 60 days and it can take a few days to break out of its shell, which is thicker than in most bird species. The chicks are born featherless and will freeze to death if they leave the male's brood pouch. The male produces a substance called crop milk with a gland in his esophagus. Crop milk is unique to pigeons, flamingos, and male emperor penguins and is used to feed the chick. The crop milk does not provide full nourishment to the chick, but will keep it alive for about a week.

(image id: a male emperor penguin standing on ice with its egg balanced on its feet. The skin flap thet normally covers the egg is pulled back and the male is bending over to examine the egg. This egg is broken, possibly the result of being dropped, and is non-viable. end id)

(image id: a newly-hatched emperor penguin sitting on it's father's feet. It is very small and featherless, with grey skin and a black head. end id)

About this time, the female will return from her time at sea. She spent this time feeding and fattening herself up for the next leg of the parenting journey. She returns to the colony usually between 5 and 10 days after the hatching. If she arrives too late, the chick will starve. Once she arrives, she will locate her mate through the sound of his calls. The male then transfers the chick to the female's brood pouch and returns to the sea to feed and put weight on for another 3-4 weeks. The female will feed the chick by regurgitating half-digested food into its mouth. After this, the mother and father will take turns brooding the chick and feeding at sea. If either parent is delayed or dies, the chick will die as the remaining parent will eventually abandon it and return to sea. Orphaned chicks will try to seek food and shelter from other adults and mothers who have lost a chick may try to adopt an abandoned one, but as a single parent cannot raise a chick alone, it will eventually be abandoned as the adult goes to feed. Sometimes, a mother who lost her chick will attempt to steal a chick from another mother. This leads to fights over chicks that may leave chick trampled to death.

(image id: an adult emperor penguin feeding its chick. The chick is larger and covered in fluffy, grey, downy feathers. It no longer needs to stay on its parent's feet. The adult is looking down at the chick with its mouth open. The chick has its head inside the adult's mouth. end id)

Starting 45-50 days after hatching, the chicks now have a thick enough coat of down to survive outside of the brood pouch. Starting around this time, both parents will return to the sea and occasionally return to bring food, using the sound of their chick's vocalizations to track them down. When the parents are gone, the chick huddle together for warmth. Starting in early November, the chicks will start gaining their adult plumage and the adults will stop returning to feed them. Once they get hungry enough, the chicks will make the trip to the sea (which is shorter now as it is summer in the Antarctic and the sea ice has receded) and will be independent from now on. Only 15% of chicks survive their first year, but after that the survival rate is 95%, meaning most living emperor penguins are adults. Emperor penguins reach sexual maturity at 3 years, but most do not mate until they are 4-6 years old. The average lifespan of those who live long enough to reach adulthood is 20 years, but may live up to 50 years. The high survival rate of adults is in part due to a lack of predators. Adult emperor penguins are only hunted by leopard seals and orcas, though the former prefer juveniles. Juveniles are preyed upon by seals when they reach the water and by southern great petrels when on the ice. Adult emperor penguins lack any land predators, which has resulted in them having no prey response when on land. Scientists and antarctic explorers have reported that adults will approach them without fear.

(image id: a newly-independent chick entering the water for the first time. It has not yet fully developed its adult plumage and has a mix of the chick's fluffy down and an adult's smoother coat. It is jumping off a ledge of ice into the water. Two other chicks watch from the side of the image. end id)

Emperor penguins are classified as near threatened by the IUCN, meaning they are losing population and may slip down into threatened status if conservation measures are not taken. The largest threat to emperor penguins is global warming reducing their habitat. Because they need sea ice to lay eggs and brood, the loss of sea ice every year has reduced the ability of the penguins to reproduce. in 2022, loss of sea ice led to a catastrophic failure to reproduce among nearly all known colonies. It is now estimated that 90% of colonies are at risk of dying out due to the loss of sea ice. If these trends are not reverted by reduction of global warming, the penguins could face extinction.

(Image id: two emperor penguins with their chick. The adults are standing behind the chick, which has its downy juvenile plumage. The chick stands about half the height of the parents. end id)

#wet beast wednesday #emperor penguin #penguin #marine biology #biology #zoology #ecology #animal facts #marine life #good parenting #cute #image description

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5 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Cowbuild Morning Kitchen Paint with Wainscot Paneling

6, 45 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 novvvas Kirsal Set Pt. 1 (Wooden Wall & Plaster Wall)

7-8 - simsinspring - Adele Wall Paint A & Adele Walls Stucco C

9-10 - simsinspring - Soft Life Walls 0 & 2

11-12 - simsinspring - Soft Walls I Set Wall 01 & 06

13 - Granny Zaza - TTOSH Walls

14-16 - RemySims - Amoebae Two Tone Stone Colors Wallpaper 1-3*

17-18, 36, 50-51, 82 - Pixelfrogslegs - Wall Mega Pack (Simple Paint with Wainscot Paneling, Split Personality Paneling, Vertical Clapboards, Walk the Planks, Worn Wood Sidings, Fair and Square)

19-20, 34, 48-49 - ilts - Walls by fiddledeedee (HL2 Walls 28, HL2 Walls 14, HL2 Siding 15, HL2 Bricks 11, HL2 Bricks 05)

21-22 - you-lust - Mari April Walls Border Plain Add On

23-24 - OnyxIrony - Wood Siding 001 & 002

25, 88 - Catharism - Egbert Tile Wall & Dorian Tile Wall

26-30, 81, 83-87 - you-lust - TheMalle Walls Conversion (Gwen Walls, Dragan Walls, Dorian Wall Tiles, Emily Walls, Dawn Siding Walls, Caius Walls, Semper Walls, Eponine Walls, Rudolph Siding Walls, Julietta & Daria Wall Tiles)*

31-32 - Blonde Chaos - Tilly Never Mind 04 & 05 Walls

33 - Martassimsbook - Mimoto Resident Evil 2 S.T.A.R.S. Office Wall G

35, 43, 53 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Syboulette A La Ferme Set Walls and Floors (Round Stones in Concrete, Painted Wood Siding, Old Natural Woodsiding)*

37-40 - Ruzue - Half-LIfe 2 Walls & Floors & Terrains Pack (Concrete Wall 01, Concrete Wall 03, Concrete Wall 14, Concrete Wall 02)

41 - peacemaker-ic - Weatherboard Siding (All)

42 - HugeLunatic - Narrow Horizontal Siding*

44 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 novvvas Lycka Bathroom Concrete Walls*

46 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 novvvas Wabi-Sabi Bathroom Concrete Walls*

47- AoD4909 - Remember Me Walls 2

52 - enable-llamas - 4t3 peacemaker-ic Splendid Paneling (All)

54-55 - Catharsim - Panel Wall 1 & 2

56-60, 62 - omfgingers - Wallpapers (Walls 7, 6, 1, 5, 2, 3)

61, 63 - omfgingers - Wall Set 2 (Wall 16 & 13)

64-65 - Ruzue - Random Walls 03 & 07

66 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 SimVaultThings-Daer0n Bathroom Stuff Pack Wallpapers*

67-72 - OnyxIrony - Concrete Walls (2, 4-8)

73 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Sims-KKB Floor Tile and Wallpaper Collection Wallpaper 1*

74 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Sims4Luxury Farmhouse Entry Collection White Wood Wallpaper

75-80 - BlueHopper - Concrete Walls (Walls 06, 04, 02, 01, 03, 05)*

*Has multiple swatches within the file

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Hey there! Thank you for making an exception for my request, your writing really is amazing and I can't wait to see what you come up with! Also there is no need to apologise, tumblr can be a bit iffy with stuff and you would have had no idea!

My request was for a Rufus x Female!reader in a sort of angst/hurt&comfort scenario - if you're ok with writing that! I had seen a thread about his upbringing and how his father had been... far from great and very neglectful. I'll leave it up for you to direct the events as i always love the stuff you come up with, but anything to do with Rufus finally getting some tlc and comfort? (perhaps for some prompts: a bad dream or at a younger age (19?) he just ran away and turned up on the doorstep? Again, completely up to you what direction you choose to go!)

Thank you again for letting me send my request in, I hope your having a nice day/evening :)💚

In His Father’s Shadow

The soft caress of satin bedsheets hugged warmly at your skin. Shifting your body weight onto your side, your eyes fluttered open. It took you a moment to adjust and rouse yourself from your disturbed slumber. You extended your arm to the opposite side of the bed only to be met with emptiness. A slight warmth lingered upon the disheveled bedsheets; the heavy imprint of a body no longer beside you was all that remained. For the past few nights you had noticed Rufus’ absence. His inability to sleep seemed to be far more complex than just mere insomnia alone, or at least that is what you had noticed. Instinctively you knew… something was bothering him.

You lifted yourself up, perching upon the edge of the mattress. You glanced at the digital clock upon your bedside table. 3:00 am. There was a still, hollowed silence that annexed the room. A plain expanse of darkness that felt unsettlingly subdued. The only source of illumination was the intermittent flurry of car lights sweeping past the window. The bedroom door creaked, capturing your attention, and through the crack a pale light emerged. From the adjoining room you overheard movement and the clatter of glass, followed by a swift sliding of the apartment’s balcony door.

Rising to your feet, you unhooked a robe from your nightstand, shrouding the silky material around your shoulders. The uneven floorboards creaked as you steadily made your way towards the door. As you entered the open plan space of the apartment, Dark Star lay upon his back shifting intermittently within his sleep. Sprawled out across his dog bed, his large paws twitched as a continuation of deep growling snores left his snout. You tiptoed carefully around as not to wake him. Upon the marbled counter of the bar was a discernible half empty decanter of Whiskey, alongside a packet of menthol cigarettes and an engraved lighter. Something felt wrong. Rufus’ infrequent habit of smoking was usually a telltale sign of stress. In truth he despised the smell of smoke, since it reminded him of his father and the stifling reek of cigars.

You peered round the corner of the balcony door and found Rufus leaning upon the brick balustrade. He stood wearing the bare minimum of a thin white shirt and boxers; the loose, transparent fabric of his open shirt swishing gently in the breeze. He appeared oblivious to the cold as he stared out at the cityscape before him, lost in deep thought, and seemingly unaware to your presence. His hand firmly clenched at a squared glass of whiskey, the ice rattling as he raised it towards his lips. Within his opposite hand he held a cigarette. You watched as the continuous vertical streams of grey smoke dissipated into the air.

“Bad dream?” You asked gently, hugging at the frame of the open door.

He anchored his gaze upon the view in front of him, all the while his vacant demeanour remained.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” He replied bluntly; a disgruntled pinch of his features as he raised the cigarette to his lips. His lungs reluctantly opened up, inhaling the toxic vapour. He held his breath briefly before releasing the thick, curdled plumes with a sense of relief.

You approached him, pulling your robe tighter around your waist as the cool outside air prickled at your exposed skin. Noticing your discomfort out of his peripheral vision, Rufus spoke up. “You should go back to bed — wouldn’t want you catching a cold.”

“I could say the same thing to you.” You retorted.

You went back indoors, picking up a blanket from a nearby couch. You carried it outside wrapping it around Rufus’ shoulders. He remained rigid, flicking the ash of his cigarette into the dark abyss below. You stood beside him, looking out into the distance. You gazed out at the dispersion of green smog upon the city skyline; tiny puffs of pollution rising steadily from rooftop chimneys, accumulating into the dense miasma. The glow of a nearby reactor lit up the streets in a green glittered, mako infused haze. Those small traces of visual beauty entangled amongst manmade destruction.

“What’s wrong Rufus?” You paused waiting for an answer. “You know you can talk to me…”

You watched as a shabby looking cat, balanced precariously upon the rusted metal supports of the building’s fire escape. Rufus remained silent, periodically sipping at his Whiskey.

“Is it about your father?” You asked innocently.

With that he turned to look at you, confirming your suspicions. Just a few days earlier Tseng, the leader of the Turks had made an unexpected house-call to the apartment. Whenever a retainer from Shinra would visit, Rufus would hide you away, not wanting you caught up in bureaucratic nonsense. At first you had thought him to be overprotective, coddling you like a child. However, over time you had realised, even witnessed the cold-hearted truth for anyone involved with Shinra. Governmental knowledge was dangerous and knowing too much was a surefire way of getting abducted, or worse, killed. Rufus wanted you to have nothing to do with that part of his life. That being the main reason you were both hiding out in a quaint little apartment nestled in sector eight.

“That does not concern you.” He answered abruptly, turning away.

His stern words pierced you deeply, like a blade to the chest. The deep furrow of his brow and the subtle tremble upon his hands was a clear sign of his inner turmoil. Even for someone as self assured as Rufus, it was only natural for a build up of troubles to coagulate into stress and uncertainty. It saddened you to think that he had been dealing with these problems alone.

“Yes it does!” You cried. “I can see you’re hurting Rufus… please don’t shut me out. I want to help!”

He frowned, placing his glass down upon the balustrade. Using his free hand he slicked back the loose, unruly strands of hair from off his face.

“He’s dead.” He spat, without an ounce of remorse or a slither of emotion. His paled complexion and stone cold glare hollowed his handsome features. “Bastard got what he deserved.”

You were unsure as how to respond in that moment, knowing his rocky past and the type of relationship he had with his father.

“I’m sorry…”

He scoffed, almost laughing to himself. “Don’t be!—” He lifted his drink once more, consuming the entirety of the amber liquid before bitterly slamming the glass back down. “—He was never a father to me… he never saw me as a son, just his coached successor!”

“I’m guessing that’s the reason why Tseng came to see you the other day?”

“He handed me his last will and testament… in the result of his death everything was to be handed down to me —” He stared down at the darkness below the balcony, contemplation weighing heavily upon his face. “— The company, every liability and mistake he ever made.” He shook his head in anger. “Old man must be laughing to himself.”

“You don’t have to deal with this alone. Let me…”

“I don’t want you involved!” He interrupted. “This is my burden to bear.” The red flicker of embers scattered as he stubbed the remains of his cigarette butt upon the brickwork.

You grasped at his hand, gently brushing your thumb over the length of his fingers. “Share that burden with me.”

His features laced with conflict and turmoil, softened ever so slightly as he turned to face you. He grabbed at the edges of the blanket, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, and pulling you into his warm, cloaked embrace. It was rare for Rufus to express warmth and affection, but within that moment he wanted only you to see his vulnerability. You rested your head against the firmness of his chest. The heavy thuds of his heartbeat quickening against your cheek.

“I can’t ask that of you.” His voice was firm yet you detected a slight waver to his composure.

“We both knew this day would come eventually. We couldn’t keep hiding forever… but this is your chance to change the Shinra name. Right all the wrongs and leave some good behind in this rotten world!”

“Redemption.” He murmured, closing his eyes in thought.

His grasp around you tightened for a moment longer before he released you. As you stepped back he placed his hands upon either side of your face. With his nimble fingers he tucked the stray wisps of your hair behind your ear before leaning down to capture your lips. The sweet notes of whiskey infused with bitter menthol lingering upon his breath.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, gazing back at you.

“Please, you don’t have to apologise. You’ve had a lot to think about.”

“It’s predominately the thought of something happening to you…” He admitted wholeheartedly.

“I’ll be fine.” You reassured, stroking your fingers through the short length of his blonde locks.

“I promise to protect you, no matter what the cost!”

That ambitious spark of confidence had returned as a positive glint reflected within his eyes. In the past, his stubbornness and pride would never have allowed him to admit weakness or defeat. Since knowing you he had mellowed considerably. Whereby he was once harsh and driven by ambition, over time you had shown him the error of his ways. Even though you loved him for who he was, he was slowly but surely becoming a better man, no longer living within his father’s hulking shadow.

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12 Days of Christmas (2022)

8 | Eight Maids-a-Milking

Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader

Prompt: A barista gets to know a lonely CEO over the holidays.

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: Foodplay, public sex, vaginal sex, strangers

There’s this customer who has been coming in all week, ordering the most horrendous drinks you’ve ever heard of. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen him in your little coffee shop, and it’s not a chain, so you’ve wondered what brings a CEO like him here to conduct business each and every morning. The week of Christmas no less.

Satoru’s charming, flirty, eye-catching; tall, so very, very tall, and has the prettiest blue eyes hidden behind square sunglasses.

He comes in, orders a heinous concoction, grin plastered on this stupidly beautiful face each and every morning.

The first time it happened, he ordered a large cold cream vanilla cold brew with heavy cream, light ice, ten pumps of vanilla, seven pumps of caramel syrup, 3 pumps of caramel sauce, five pumps of white mocha, extra whipped cream with caramel and chocolate drizzle without batting a pretty eyelash.

And you thought he was joking, so you stood there for an eternity just staring at him, until you realized he was serious.

Over the course of the week, you caught him watching you behind the counter as he was on business calls, or working on his laptop. And he caught you watching him too, sending flirty little smiles your way.

Your reaction was the same each time, cheeks flushing and squeezing your thighs together just a little tighter.

Today is Christmas Eve, and you were given the late shift, so you didn’t see your handsome new regular this morning, if he even came in. The odds would be unlikely with most work giving employees off. He’s probably spending his day with family anyway.

The day has been slow, to be expected, and you’ve sent the other person working with you home, since there hasn’t been a car on the street in hours, a customer for even longer.

You sigh and pull out your phone ready to scroll through social media when a familiar black Maserati pulls up, driver side door opening vertically, your customers getting out, long legs carrying him to the front door quickly.

Satoru beams at you once the door is opened, the little bell alerting you of his entrance, as if you didn't already know.

“Hey, babe,” he says casually, as if that wasn't the first time he’s called you that, “I’d like a large iced caramel macchiato with fifteen pumps of vanilla syrup, heavy whipped cream, light ice, chocolate drizzle and a strawberry on top, just for fun.”

You smile and shake your head, having quickly gotten used to his repulsive orders and work on making it. You find you’re kind of excited for him to show up, even though he’ll likely leave right after he gets his order, it’s almost as if he came here specially to see you.

It feels… nice. Special in a way.

“I’m surprised you still have teeth after ordering drinks like this all week,” you tease, working on adding all the pumps of vanilla into the cup.

He shrugs, leaning across the counter to watch, his large torso easily allowing him to take up most of the space available.

As the two of you chat, while finishing his drink, you realize his eyes hold a certain sadness to them, that they didn't have any other day, and you wonder if maybe that’s why he’s been in all week - to not be alone.

Even though you barely know this man, you can understand the sentiment. It can’t be easy being the CEO of a multimillion dollar corporation and maintaining many friendships outside of that position.

You hand him his drink, which he happily accepts with a smile before setting it aside, grabbing the collar of your shirt and pulling you in for a kiss, surprising you.

“Mm, wonder if everything about you tastes as sweet as that kiss,” Satoru smiles against your lips, “been thinking about doing that all week.”

Your cheeks flush at his comment and he’s coos at your sheepishness, keeping you pulled in close to him.

“I can, uhm,” you clear your throat, embarrassed about what you’re about to offer, “I can close early and we can…”

He chuckles, letting his long legs carry him to the other side of the counter that you’re on.

“No need,” he says quietly, lifting you onto the counter he was just splayed across moments prior, “we’re all alone already, yeah?”

You swallow and nod, taking a deep breath, unable to believe this is the turn your boring night has taken.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him in for heated, sloppy kisses as he lays you back on the counter, lifting your shirt over your breasts, easily unsnapping your bra from the back and raising it up, giving him full access to your tits.

You tug and pull on his soft white hair as he latches onto one bud, sucking and swirling before grabbing the bottle of chocolate drizzle next to you, pouring it over your other. You gasp at the cold contact, while he runs his tongue along several drops of chocolate, over to your other side.

Bucking your hips up, you find contact with his hips, rubbing against him to the best of your abilities.

He pulls away, chocolate syrup smeared on his lips before licking them clean to your dismay. You wanted to do that.

Pouting, you follow his lead, as he unbuckles his belt to free his cock straining in his pants, you unbuttons yours and pull them down to your ankles.

“Shit, you’re so wet,” he purrs, running his hand through your folds, thinking he would need to prep you, but you’ve been like this from the moment he walked into the coffee shop.

He lines himself up, and pushes all the way in immediately, unable to contain his own excitement. You cry out, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as he wipes them away and coos you through the pain until it dulls.

“Feel so good,” he moans, leaning forward, bending you in half to nibble on your lower lip, “better than I imagined.”

“So good,” you mewl in agreement, rocking your hips with his, heat flaring to life in your core with each and every thrust. He grabs the container of strawberries next to you, opens it and places one in your mouth. You suck on it for a moment, before biting down on it, letting the juice dribble down your chin as he watches.

Satoru increases his speed, kissing along your chin and jaw, pistoning his hips into yours faster and harder. You thrust to meet him halfway each time, his cock rubbing so perfectly against the spot that makes you see stars.

“Please,” you whimper, “I want - I need to cum.”

“Go ahead, baby,” he groans, “cum for me, cum on cock.”

You listen, arching your back, crying out his name as your body shivers and seizes below him in ecstasy. His own hips falter and stutter as he says several curses before pulling out quickly, pumping his cock several times in his hand, groaning as his warm release covers your stomach and tits.

He places a hand on the counter, hanging his head as he comes down from his high; you’re panting, chest heaving still laying on the counter trying not to move too much, so you don't make a bigger mess.

He chuckles, running a hand through his hair before quickly redressing and grabbing you a towel to wipe off with.

“Maybe throw that rag away when you’re done with it.” He suggests, grabbing his shirt from the other end of the counter, “not sure how well those get cleaned, you know?”

You didn't realize he’d be so concerned with health and safety standards but you do as he suggests, washing yourself off and tossing it in the trash before readjusting your bra, shirt and then fixing your pants.

And then a realization has ice running through your veins.

“Shit, there are cameras,” you announce, voice shaking bringing your hand over your mouth, “I’m going to get fired.”

Satoru clears his throat, watching you from the corner of his eye as he finishes buttoning his shirt. Grabbing his wallet, he pulls out a business card, running his hand through his hair as he hands it to you.

“If you do, call me. I’m sure I can arrange a position for you.” He winks, putting his wallet in his pocket, grabbing his now melted too sweet drink before taking his usual seat.

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Woe, OCs be upon ye

Closeups here (link)

[ID: An alignment chart in which each quadrant has a drawing of a different character. There are three horizontal rows and three vertical columns. The rows are labeled "My life is a living hell", "I have no idea how I got here, even less where I'm going" and "I'm having a great time", and the columns are labeled "and I have nobody to blame but myself", "and God will regret letting me live", and "and I'm making that everyone else's problem".

All the art has a messy pixelated style. From left to right, top to bottom, the characters drawn are as follows:

- My life is a living hell

and I have nobody to blame for myself. The character is a humanoid with a head similar to a magnetic drawing board. The head is pink with green accents, and it has handles on each side vaguely resembling a cobra hood. They have a drawn on face with a stressed expression.

and God will regret letting me live. Lucy is a pale woman with wavy long dirty blonde hair. Her color scheme is dull and muted. She has blue eyes and a pink dress with a yellow undershirt. She has messy angel wings and a broken halo. She has a tired expression.

and I'm making that everyone else's problem. Pink is a crewmate from Among Us. They have a strawberry ice cream cone on their head, and their outfit has small yellow and blue accents. It's looking into the distance with a concerned expression.

- I have no idea how I got here, even less where I'm going

and I have nobody to blame but myself. Dr. Malacoda is a white man with messy brown hair that covers his right eye. He has vibrant blue eyes, rectangle glasses, and he's wearing a white dress shirt, a black tie, and a white lab coat. He's nervously looking to the side.

and God will regret letting me live. Gabriel is a demon with reddish skin and messy short black hair. He has visible body hair, stretch marks and acne scars. He has black horns and black bat wings. His eyes have yellow sclerae, grey irises, and red slit pupils. He has long dark red eyelashes and a goatee. He is wearing a black tube top, and a black fishnet sleeve with red accents on his left arm. He has a black choker and a few piercings. He is posing with his left arm above his head and he has a mischievous smile.

and I'm making that everyone else's problem. Spam is drawn in a sketchy style in white on a black background. They have messy hair and a tattered suit, and their eyes are covered by scribbles. They have a puppet mouth. They're laughing with their hand near their mouth in a tense position. The background is littered with warning signs, crosses and pop-ups in the primary colors.

- I'm having a great time

and I have nobody to blame but myself. Darling is a brown person with long brown hair in a low ponytail. They are wearing a purple jacket and a pink binder. He is blushing and smiling. The background has yellow and black stripes and pink hearts.

and God will regret letting me live. Coral is a crewmate from Among Us. They have an anglerfish lure. They are leaning against the wall and smiling smugly with an irregularly drawn mouth.

and I'm making that everyone else's problem. White is a crewmate from Among Us. They are wearing a golden crown that floats above their head. They seem to be smiling maniacally, although their mouth isn't visible. It is doing a cutting motion across its neck, indicated by a yellow dotted line. /End ID]

Here's some of my guys! The first one is nameless (they/them) (I promise their lack of a name is plot relevant). Then there's Lucy (she/her), Pink (any), Dr. Malacoda (he/him), Gabriel (he/him), Spam (they/them), Darling (any except she/her), Coral (they/them) and White (they/it). The nameless one is a TADC OC, Malacoda and Darling are SCP OCs, Spam is from a DR AU, Pink Coral and White are from Among Us, and Lucy and Gabriel are fully original. Ask about them if you want

Alt under the cut, it has eye clusters, a noose, and blood.

[ID: The same alignment chart as before, with some changes in the art.

The background of Dr. Malacoda's quadrant has multiple eyes staring at him. Spam has a bright green noose around their neck. White is covered in blood. /End ID]

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Aqua Teen Hunger Force #80: "Shake Like Me" | April 5, 2009 - 11:45PM | S07E02

A momentous episode. Folks, it’s the “lost” episode of Aqua Teen Hunger Force. Hell, it's loster than "Boston" at this point. It’s the one you can’t stream online or buy digitally or whatever. Hell, it’s even missing from the recent DVD box set. Can we get an Adult Swim Treasures DVD box with an intro from Leonard Maltin? Will it ever be okay to laugh again???

Okay, this is how this write-up is going to go. First I’m going to dryly describe all the racist stuff in the episode. Then I’m going to apologetically tell you that I thought the episode was funny. Then I’m going to pay lip-service to people who might legitimately have problems with the episode. Then nobody is actually going to read this, and I’m gonna go on to watch Duckman or whatever show aired after this. I think it was Duckman. I don’t know, there’s some weird guy on YouTube who makes his own Adult Swim blocks but he includes shit like Duckman and Dr. Katz and I'm starting to believe it's all real. I don’t hate it, but I’d prefer to see Duckman sandwiched between Weird Science and USA Up All Night, with nothing but phone sex ads and promos for Silk Stockings.

A construction crew is dumping green toxic ooze into a neighboring house (the Ruth Powers side, not the Ned Flanders side). Shake tries to stop them by yelling at them a lot, when one of the operators, a black man, gets pissed off and bites Shake. So, he was bitten by a radioactive black man. Eventually signs of Shake’s blackness start coming out; he turns from white to brown, sprouts an afro, sports a bejeweled grill, and now possesses an immaculate vertical leap. Frylock, scientifically testing the authenticity of his blackness, tries to make Shake go in Carl’s pool. But alas, Shake can no longer swim. I’ve heard of MASTER Shake, but CHOCOLATE Shake???

I have never heard of a “chocolate shake”. Anyway, Frylock tries to give Shake his whiteness back, but it just won’t take. Boxy Brown eventually intervenes (is this the first time characters other than Meatwad interact with him?). Boxy, of course, is the original racist character of the show. He encourages Shake to embrace his blackness, but while they are on the basketball court it simply begins to wear off. Oh well. It was fun while it lasted. I mean, if that’s the kind of fun you like having.

Honestly, this episode made me laugh a lot. The joke about him swimming, especially. Also, the part where Frylock gives him a wristwatch after his supposed white conversion in which they straighten his hair and cover him in white house paint. Frylock gifts the wristwatch and says something like “here, time management is going to be real important to you now”. Really funny! I'm not even racist! That's what's so insane about this!

REFERENCE: There’s a scene where Frylock takes Shake to a hockey game in order to whiten him up. There is a hockey guy in the background just bleeding from his neck. That seems to be a reference to Clint Malarchuk, who in 1989 took a skate to the neck and it caused massive blood loss on the ice. He survived! If you just wanna see photos of a hockey goalie hunched over a nasty amount of blood on an ice rink, I recommend googling his name and looking at the image results.

In retrospect, the squirmiest part of the episode is Carey Means participation. I would like to think they cleared these jokes with him beforehand, and I’m sure if I googled around one could definitively answer this. A better version of this blog would be one where I actually take it upon myself to do just that. A better version of this blog would be one where I am also being paid handsomely to do stuff like that. Oh well. But: the main sticking point with me is the idea that Frylock is specifically written to not exactly be black.

There’s an argument to be made that Shake isn’t actually white; they are food products and aren’t afflicted with race. It sorta gets to the problem of whiteness being seen as a “default”. If Shake is white, then that should mean Frylock is black, and Meatwad is retarded. The only reason I don’t think I’m stretching too much for this, is the fact that Frylock defends himself to Boxy Brown that he’s not being “racist” against him. To me, this is the only actual profound misstep of the episode. It’s the thing that cements the fact that they fucked up Frylock’s characterization. It sorta made me feel the same way when I saw an old episode of South Park where Trey Parker voices a black character saying stuff like “actually I’m opposed to hate crime legislation”.

This one is funny as fuck. That's kinda the only thing that matters to me. But I get why they would rather sweep it under the rug. I also get why I sought out an old iTunes release of the episode and keep it on my computer. I get why I won’t get rid of my DVD copy of it.

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Heroes of Olympus & related characters as things my loved ones have said

Leo: I am organized. Just in a very chaotic way.

Hazel: In a divided country be the glue

Nico: Kay, I’m going to go summon the dead

Will: ok, have fun

Magnus: Oh no! My finger fell off!”

Boob pocket

-Piper

Piper: Hazel, you can campaign for your uterus!”

Leo: Do I need to?

Nico: No

Leo: I know I don’t need to but should I?

Nico: No

Leo: I know I shouldn’t, but I’ve exercised bad judgement before

Nico: I have a dagger and I will stab you.

Percy: Haven’t you ever noticed that gummy bears like to cook burritos?

Nico: It’s better to be miserable and be right then to just be miserable

Hazel (when she lived in New Orleans): It’s a lot easier to wake up when you’re promised beignets

Leo, when Piper tried to explain what a period is: So your butt doesn’t bleed?

Piper to Annabeth: Ok, I’ll be *fruity* and you be fabulous

Frank, while playing musical chairs: Why is your seat so warm?

Leo: why is Jason’s seat so cold?!

Connor Stoll: *collapses on the floor dramatically*

Travis (referring to his ass): It’s one of my best features

Katie Gardner: well it’s better than your face

Piper to Frank: I may or may not have just flashed your street.

Leo, with zero prompting: People should make edible staples

Badass in a frilly dress

-Annabeth

Annabeth or Malcom: I used a lot of self restraint , and this is what I got ʷᵃˡᵏˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵖⁱˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵒᵒᵏˢ three ᶠᵉᵉᵗ ᵗᵃˡˡ

Leo to Percy: Tell me about your bromance, dude (referring to Grover, Percy’s best friend)

Nyssa: A turkey on the side of the road just vibing (this one is hard to explain)

Kronos: I want to eat my babies

Frank: the crocodile came out of nowhere

Percy: He’s going to nap vertical. He’s a horse.

Nico: They’re soul sucking. And not in a fun way.

Hazel: We should eat salad with chopsticks (I stand by this statement btw)

Lou Ellen, referring to cats: I love ugly things

Cecil: oh, I didn’t know you were into me

Connor: Like dramatic gay bitches do

Drew, laying on Piper’s shoulder: you know, if this was (insert name of her current girlfriend), I would be laying on her boob.

“We need to make something where I never eat ice cream at night wearing a clean shirt.” — Nico (before Bianca died), age 9, after dropping chocolate ice cream on YET ANOTHER white collared shirt (am I projecting? Yes. My brother can’t keep a shirt clean for FIVE GODDAMN MINUTES)

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goldie-s4 · 2 years

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|_Black ZigZag_| - CC Set Part 01

Hello! 🌷Part 01 of the cc set created for my next build (Black ZigZag).

The Build is still a w.i.p , so I decided to publish the first part of the cc set that I created for it.

You can find more images for the set on my Instagram page. Link to the set is at the end of the post.

Details:

6 new objects, all meshed by me, except for the Dancer statue, I converted it from a 3D model.

Hq textures, with all maps.

All tested in game.

Custom thumbnails.

All base game compatible.

10-15 swatches.

Polycount text file is attached.

You can find the objects in game by typing (Goldie) or (Black Zigzag) in search.

- If you find any issues with any of the objects, please let me know.

- Please read my t.o.u before downloading.

Links for the cc I used in the build and shown in the screenshots:

Paper Gift Bag and Hydrangea in Big Glass Vase, are from the [Millionaire Quinn Walk in Closet] set, By @cowbuild >> Link

Samara Sconce, from the Samara Dining Set, By @blueteas >> Link

Wall Panelling, from London Set, By @felixandresims >> Link

Wooden Floors, By @pralinesims >> Link

White Marble Floors, By Torque >> Link

Black Marble Floors, By @pralinesims >> Link

Stairs and Railing, From Elevare set, By @syboubou >> Link

Marble Painting, from Set Collection #3, By @sims4luxury >> Link

Plants in box planter, from Planties set, by @ts4novvvas >> Link

Plant beside the door, from Vintage Collection, By @ts4novvvas >> Link

Glass Vase beside the door, from Not Christmas dinner set, By @ts4novvvas >> Link

Black neutral wallpaper, By @ts4novvvas >> Link

Wood vertical siding wallpaper, By @peacemaker-ic >> Link

Windows, from Artus set, By @syboubou >> Link

Many thanks to all the cc creators! you're so talented! 🌸

Thank you, and Have fun! 🌷

Download Link ( Patreon Early Access, Public on June 28, 2022 )

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she-wolf09231982 · 9 months

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Chapter 2-The Prodigal Soldier Returns

Summary: The day of the Super Solider Serum infusion arrives, and you may or may not emerge as the next gender bend Captain America. Either way, you survive Howard Stark’s experiment, and carry the torch supporting and defending the Constitution of the United States against all enemies foreign and domestic…and possibly intergalactic.

58 years later, Nick Fury and agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. discover Steve Rogers still alive and cryogenically preserved in ice. Rogers is returned immediately to New York for rehabilitation and recovery from his 66-year slumber under ice. When Steve is finally acclimated to his new 21st century life, he eventually bumps into you at the compound.

Author Note: Steve Rogers x Female!Avenger, Captain America x Female!Avenger, Y/N, L/N=Wolf, Reader!EnhancedAvenger, Avenger name She-Wolf, Avengers, Marvel movie references, Howard Stark, Maria Stark, Peggy Carter, Nick Fury, Agent Phil Coulson, S.H.I.E.L.D., story begins in 1953 ends in 2011, Military and Medical terminology, Pre/Post Captain America: The First Avenger, Pre Avengers

*Bold Italics represent character thoughts and flashbacks

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1953

The lab room suddenly became chaotic. Alarms started to sound off on the heart monitor connected to the Vita-Ray Chamber and red warning lights flashing. Your face began visibly wincing from pain in the window of the encasement you were locked into.

The serum made your blood pressure spike, edging you close to what could be a heart attack.

“Howard! Cut the infusion! Her heart rate is dangerously high!” Peggy called out over the commotion of white lab coats running around.

Howard Stark began to rush over to the main controls to shut down the serum transmission when he suddenly heard your voice through the container.

“NO! Keep going!” You pushed. You’ve worked too hard to stop now.

Peggy and Howard exchanged concerned glances.

“Stark, she’s only at 70% completion. If she’s already struggling now imagine what will happen to her at 100%.” Peggy cautioned.

Howard looked at the serum percentage meter indicating how much of the I.V. was imported into your blood stream. The meter continued to rise… 75%...80%...85%...

He glanced at your face in the viewing window of the chamber. Your eyes shut tight; jaw clenched doing your best to not black out.

…89%...90%...

“Stark??” Peggy yelled.

Your heart can take no more. Your heart rate reaches its limit causing you to go limp inside the box.

“Shut it down!!” Howard called out as he raced to the Vita-Ray Chamber door to force it open as fast as he could. Peggy joined him to assist.

You had flat lined. The sound of a steady drone from the heart monitor filled the room.

The extreme heat of the chamber had expanded the metal from within, making the door almost impossible to open.

One of the lab coats brought a crowbar to pry the latch. After a little bit of muscle and leverage, the door sprung open. Steam projected outward overflowing the room, blocking the view of you. Howard and Peggy began fanning the air so they could see you.

There you were, still vertically strapped in, head resting on your shoulder, eyes closed…still not breathing.

“…Howard.” Peggy said with breathy distress while looking at you.

Howard walked up to your lifeless form, placed two fingers to your carotid artery on your neck to locate a pulse. As soon as he pressed into your skin your eyes sprang wide open.

You gasp loud and harsh, frightening everyone in the room, causing Howard to fall backward into Peggy.

Exceptionally confused and panicked, your eyes darted side to side trying to get a grasp on what had just occurred. As the heart monitor machine came back to life beeping frantically, the lab started humming again, everyone calling out results and observations over eachother from their stations.

“Heart rate is detected and, on the rise…”

“Oxygen levels at 100%…”

“Blood pressure is getting high, Mr. Stark…”

“Her muscle mass increased by 70%!!”

“If we don’t calm her down, she may go into shock, Agent Carter…”

Peggy took the initiative.

“Everyone, simmer down!” She commanded the room. All the lab coats froze.

She walked over to you and in a soothing tone, spoke to you.

“Y/N, you’re going to be alright. The experiment was a success. You did it.” she said calmly.

She held your face firmly between her hands, so you focused on her. Your breath was short and fast as Peggy continued.

“Deep breaths, Wolf. In…” She inhaled with you.

“Out.” She exhaled with you.

You repeated this until you finally relaxed.

Howard approached you. “Y/N, how do you feel?”

You took a minute to assess yourself.

You noticed your white pajama set was suddenly quite snug. Some parts were even torn especially in the shoulder and thigh area. The hem of your pants that once hung closer to your feet were now shorter revealing your ankles and calves.

“I feel…taller?” You respond first. “And sweaty.”

Stark’s mouth curved into a triumphant grin. The serum worked. And it showed.

Your body was evidently more toned, developed muscles straining against the fabric of your white outfit. Pants now hanging at your calves instead of below your ankles, you’ve obviously grown at least 5 inches. You were a colossus compared to former your self.

Howard offered his hand to help you out after releasing the safety harnesses, but you stumble out like a newborn giraffe as both he and Peggy catch you before you hit the ground.

“Get a wheelchair over here now!” Stark called out.

He looked back at you. “This is the beginning of something big, Y/N. You are going to be part of some of the greatest stories in America’s history.”

You only nod at first since you are too weak to be excited about anything yet.

“Mr. Stark, I’d like to take a nap first if you don’t mind?” You finally responded.

The room chuckled in unison.

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2011

You spent the next 58 years battling local crimes in New York, and eventually deploying overseas mostly assisting medical squadrons or rebuilding critical structures for allies and joint forces in combat zones. You were utilized during conflicts such as The Vietnam War, Desert Storm, and The Global War on Terrorism. You were especially useful during Operation Iraqi Freedom clearing potentially hostile locations with Special Forces and patrolling with convoys to secure safe passage for American military to travel.

The Super Soldier Serum’s organic preservatives left you looking and feeling your best since the infusion in 1953. You didn’t look or feel a day over 25 in over five decades because of it. However, you were only able to withstand 90% of the serum’s deposit, therefore you weren’t at full potential of your superhuman capabilities, unfortunately. Nonetheless, you were still a success story in Howard Stark’s eyes.

Sadly, in December 1991 while you were tasked to a recovery detail in Eastern Europe, you returned to American soil to be met by an Agent Nick Fury with grave news. Howard Stark and his wife, Maria, were killed by a HYDRA assassin while you were away. This information absolutely ruined you. You didn’t take Howard’s death very well. You progressively became a shell of your former self, sinking into a depressive state. Since then, you became quite an introvert and kept a low-profile spending most of your time at the gym, in the library reading, or in your sleeping quarters.

Through it all, you still led a life of service to your country when called upon in memory of your surrogate father. Nick Fury assumed command of S.H.I.E.L.D. by this time and took you under his wing, making sure to commission you with new assignments to continue Stark’s legacy.

Even though you were one of Howard’s greatest accomplishments in decades, a resurfacing discovery by S.H.I.E.L.D had the entire compound particularly energetic today. You were leaving the gym and noticed all the lab coats buzzing back and forth whispering to eachother. You also hadn’t seen Fury in a few days, which was unusual because you would usually get a debrief from him of your assignments every night for the following day.

As that thought crossed your mind, he appeared before you.

“Y/N, just the woman I’m looking for. Come with me.” He ushered you down the hall.

You were utterly perplexed, but continued to follow him down the halls having no idea where he was taking you.

“Director Fury?” You began.

He continued walking at a brisk pace. “Hm?” was his response.

“Forgive me if I’m not up to speed on what’s happening here, but….”

You tread lightly about asking too many questions because Fury’s mind was obviously busy, and you weren’t sure if he was really listening to you. You pause as you arrive at a long observing window that peered into what looked to be a hospital room. He gestured towards the window.

“Have a look for yourself.” He invited.

You walk up to the glass and look through. In the hospital bed laid a man peacefully asleep.

Your heart stilled as you stared at this alluring stranger.

He had a thick head of blonde hair, disheveled strands laying softly across his forehead. A chiseled jawline, perfect nose, flawless skin, and the longest lashes any woman would be jealous of. And dear God, arms that look like they could crush concrete.

You stood there with your mouth agape staring at this brawny, angelic creature in front of you.

Fury tilted his head to the side observing your reaction. He was mildly entertained by your moment of shock that rendered you completely speechless.

“You know who this man is, Y/N.” He finally tells you.

You shake your head to snap out of your hypnosis. You look at Fury and raise an eyebrow at him. Clearly indicating you didn’t understand.

“Is that a question or a statement, sir?” You ask.

Fury chuckled as he continued.

“This, my friend, is the one and only Steve Rogers…TheCaptain America.” He explained.

You narrowed your eyes at him in disbelief.

“But sir…” You began.

“Yes, I know, but we discovered him conserved cryogenically under ice a few days ago.” He explained.

You look back through the window.

“Alive? But…how?” You manage to ask.

“Well, blood tests revealed that his blood contained excessive amounts of glucose as a result of his liver processing his glycogen storage, thus lowering the freezing temperature of blood-borne water and creating a 'cryoprotectant'. This process is similar to those of hibernating bears and wood frogs that metabolize glycogen in their liver to circulate ample amounts through their body to reduce the osmotic shrinkage of cells and prevents them from freezing. This, however, has never been seen before in humans.” Fury explained in a ‘matter of fact’ manner.

Your confusion must have reflected on your face because he reiterated by simply saying,

“Howard Stark’s preservative components in the serum allowed Rogers to survive freezing temperatures.”

You nod, “I see. You could’ve just led off with that, sir.”

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With Captain America resurrected, the atmosphere at the facility completely shifted. Agent Phil Coulson addressed the public to officially confirm Steve Rogers’ return. Which was an absolute honor for him since he was a huge fan of Captain America and everything he represents. All the lab coats walking around were all a flutter about Captain America’s presence in the building…especially the females which made you utterly nauseous.

You, on the other hand, thought everyone was being overdramatic. You were particularly curious about what would happen next, though. What did this mean for S.H.I.E.L.D.? For America? Where did this leave you? Questions stirred relentlessly in your head for days. Every thought of what could happen next now that Steve was back didn’t have a good outlook for you no matter which way you spun it. These intrusive thoughts keep your brain busy, causing you to lose sleep at night.

You became very irritable with the few people you came into contact with throughout the day, so you decided to spend more time training in the boxing gym hitting the heavy bag. Fury frequently gave you direct orders to hit the showers and sleep it off, which you begrudgingly comply with out of respect.

Fury knew you were less than pleased by Steve’s return, and he was correct in assuming so. Your mental and emotional balance was already thrown off by the passing of Howard and Maria. Now you felt your livelihood hung by a thread because of the sudden homecoming of the prodigal soldier. You felt resentment and anger with every passing thought. And as assignments grew scarce, there were less deployments to redirect your attention leaving you with little to no outlet for your concentrated emotions.

One sleepless night, you once again find yourself hooking deep punches into the midriff of a 100 lbs (45.359 kg) Everlast boxing bag. Your hands only ever wrapped in sports tape, your knuckles are constantly bruised and swollen by the excessive number of times you spend pummeling the cylinder sack.

Sweat beading on your forehead and soaking through your shirt, hissing out loud every time each hand makes contact, you’re so deep in the zone surrounded by fire and wrath that you didn’t notice Steve had entered the room. He stood there watching you intensely while holding his gym bag in one hand, as he held a towel in the other. You deliver one final blow to the bag, sending it across the room like a projectile into the brick wall opposite you. You stood there panting, staring at the pile of other destroyed boxing bags that you’ve launched with your fits of physical rage.

“Wow.” Steve said impressed with a half-smile.

You turn your attention to him, meeting his blue eyes from where you stood. Your eyebrows furrowed still trying to catch your breath. You realize it was only him, so you turned away without responding, (not before pursing your lips together in disdain while rolling your eyes). You pick up your hand towel and wipe your face, then retrieve a new heavy bag, lifting with one hand effortlessly hanging it, replacing the one you just demolished.

Steve coughed awkwardly, sensing the thick air in the room between the two of you.

You started to stretch in front of one of the mirrors that had a ballet barre, completely disregarding the man behind you.

“We haven’t formally met yet.” Steve stated.

You let out an audible exasperated sigh. You barely glance over your shoulder, almost acknowledging him, waiting for him to continue.

“I’m Steve Rogers. Brooklyn. It’s good to finally meet you…”

His voice was smooth and resonating…Like honey. He spoke deep from the chest and his voice projected, yet he didn’t need to yell. His voice just traveled through the room to you like music and almost had you melting into a puddle.

“Get it together, idiot…” You told yourself.

You decided to remain cordial. Even though you’d rather not engage with him at all, it’s what Howard would’ve wanted.

“You know who I am?” You finally responded with your back still facing him.

“I know of you, yes. Word is you were my protégé after I disappeared.” He replied.

“Is that all that was said about me?” You asked.

“Of course not.” He assured confidently.

You turned around while dabbing your neck with your towel, then draped it around your nape holding each end with your hands. You looked at Steve and started to walk towards him. Steve was positively handsome, and although he appeared intimidating and confident, he still had little experience interacting with women…especially if he found them attractive. As the gap closed between the two of you, his heart proceeded to beat faster. Your supersonic hearing picked it up right away, and you relished the effect you had on him.

Steve tried to diffuse his ascending apprehension as you stood feet from him.

“Um,” he started to scratch the back of his head bashfully, “if you’re up to it, maybe you can show me around the compound sometime?” He suggested.

You raise your eyebrows and inquisitively squint at him. Your mouth involuntarily curled into a grin because he looks so stinkin’ cute standing there tensed up in suspense, holding his breath, waiting on your response.

“Sure, Cap.” You say curtly. Steve let out a sigh of relief.

“Wanna start tomorrow?” You ask him.

“Uh, sure.” He replied.

“Meet me here at 0800?”

“Ok!”

You nod at him, shoulder your backpack and breeze past him without another word, leaving him slightly stunned and bewildered.

He watched you leave until he couldn’t see you anymore.

“Phew…that was exhausting.” Steve said out loud to himself.

You chuckle to yourself because you were totally close enough to hear that.

You kind of felt bad messing with him, but you’re the one that has seniority here. Even though he’s older than you and is the original super soldier, he’s “the man out of time” having been asleep under ice for almost 70 years. The horrific things you’ve seen and experienced during those years have hardened your heart and you weren’t one to coddle anyone anymore. Not even America’s favorite poster boy from Brooklyn.

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At 0745, you walk into the gym and see Steve sitting on a stool in a corner of the boxing ring. You shoot a perplexed look at him and smirk.

“How long have you been here?” You call out to him.

He looked up.

“Long enough.” He said simply smiling back.

“Waiting to go a few rounds with me, Cap?” You ask almost too flirtatiously.

Steve scoffed then stood up.

“No ma’am, I would never hit a lady.” He responded.

“I’m no average lady, Rogers.” You replied sternly. You weren’t about to let him categorize or underestimate you.

Steve’s smile faded to a look of fascination and curiosity.

“Should we head out then?” You ask.

Steve nodded and exited the gym with you.

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“I never knew a place could have so many…levels.” Steve said as you walk off the elevator where the living quarters were.

Up until now, you were the only one residing in dorms. Now Steve shared this building with you but had his room in another wing. It had a common area, an impressive kitchen, dining and living room and a full gym on a separate floor.

“S.H.I.E.L.D. obviously spared no expense.” You stated.

Steve nodded in agreement. He continued to admire the surroundings.

“So? What do you think, Cap?” You finally ask.

Steve looked at you confused.

You gesture to everything around you.

“All of this. What do you think?”

Steve let out a puff of breath and looked around again in thought.

“Well…” He started “it’s going to take a lot getting used to.” He finished.

“Mmhm.” You hum.

He continued.

“But I’ll manage.” He added confidently.

“I sure hope so.” A voice rang out from across the living room area.

Director Fury stood at the doorway, then proceeded to walk towards you.

“Director.” You greeted as he approached. He nodded at you.

“I see you two are getting along just fine.” Fury said with an almost visible smirk.

You released a faint laugh.

“Y/N has been very hospitable.” Steve responded earnestly then looked at you with a soft smile.

You felt yourself blushing when your eyes met his.

“Snap out of it, you idiot.” You scold yourself.

“Good, because one day, you’ll need to work as a team.” Fury explained.

You snap your head at Fury with anger rising in your chest like lava.

“Director??” You ask almost with panic in your voice.

Nick Fury released an irritated sigh, rolling his eye before facing you.

“Y/N, we discussed this. Why do you insist on acting this is the first time you’re hearing this?”

“Because, sir, I never agreed to it.” You pointed out.

“Last time I checked, Wolf, my title is ‘Director.’ I don’t need your consent nor your approval.” Fury retorted in a very parental tone.

Steve just sat, arms folded across his chest while his eyes flitted between you and Fury like he was watching a tennis game.

“With all due respect, Director, I refuse.” You declared.

“Excuse me?” Fury dared you to repeat.

“I refuse.” You restated boldly.

Fury began to open his mouth to reprimand you until Steve cut in.

“Ok now this is escalating quickly.” Steve said while inserting himself between you and Fury.

“Director, perhaps allow Miss Wolf and I to build more rapport before talking about working in the field together? We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” He suggested.

Fury studied Steve, then looked at you.

“Fine. Understand this now, though, when you two are called upon, you will be responding…together.” Fury declared.

You only respond by crossing your arms. Fury turned on his heel and exited, leaving you there with this annoyingly reasonable and infuriatingly gorgeous super soldier.

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#marvel #captain america #captain america x you #captain america x reader #captain america x female reader #the avengers #marvel cinematic universe #howard stark #peggy carter #phil coulson #nick fury #chris evans #red white and blue #america's ass #stars and stripes #shewolf #the first avenger #agents of shield #super soldier

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eurovision-revisited · 7 months

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Stockholm 2000 - The stage and set design

Wow. It's like we're in a new millennium or something. Eurovision just got big. Huge. There are 13,000 fans in the Globe Area and they're all cheering, they've all got flags and almost none of them are wearing jackets and bow-ties. There is no polite applause and looking at the programme any more. This is modern stadium gig, not a polite music concert. There are screens everywhere. There are screens on stage. Moving screens on stage. Those screens aren't just there to show the scoreboard either. There are flags and the logo. It's the first Eurovision where screens are becoming part of the performances.

It is dark - certainly compared to the previous two years. The stage itself is circular, central and feels relatively small in comparison to the arena it is in. The moving sculptural backdrop revived in 1999 is absent, replaced by those five movable vertical screens. Given that the stage is circular and in an arena, the audience surround the stage on the sides rather than sat facing only. The entire studio-centric mentality has been swept aside.

1999s performances felt static, without much in the way of camera options, no Steadicam nor much in the way of an ability to put on a show. 2000 on the other hand has lots of options. I don't know if the delegations were given information beforehand and the choice of what to put on the screens, but it feels as if they might have been. Several of them opt to have the screens off or have generic images, suggesting that they were unprepared for the staging question! Others came with designed screens (for example Austria), which add to the performance

There some onstage effects - dry ice is used, but there's no (noticeable) wind machine or pyro. There are also remarkably few props. The drums are all set up on moveable platforms that can be wheeled on and off stage quickly. Larger props may have been an option, but no one utilised them.

The scoreboard has increased in size and is a permanent stage feature, used as part of the introduction to each act. A rather square sans-serif font has been chose for the most part, but it's alongside a more conventional sans-serif which feels confused, especially when it comes to the postcards. Two different design aesthetics if not clashing, then living as uneasy neighbours.

The green room feels more of an after thought. It's located a long way from the stage, in the backstage area. There's some astroturf , a few sofas and a lot of black curtains indicating they're probably in a prop warehouse or a loading bay. When the winners are called to stage at the end there's a minute long Spinal Tap-esque journey thorough backstage corridors to reach the stage again.

Another new(ish) thing is the black-and-white backstage camera, showing acts as they're about to take to the stage greeting the acts who are just coming off it. This was tried once before - in 1978 when acts greeted each other in the same way. It's good to see that comradeship and mutual support.

Overall a major step into the 21st century. The crowd increasing in size from 2,000 in 1999 to 13,000 in 2000 is the biggest difference - the whole atmosphere has changed purely by the act of selecting this venue. The stage and production design was by Mikael Varhelyi with the graphics and logo designed by Stockholm Design Lab.

#esc #esc 2000 #eurovision #eurovision song contest #stockholm #stockholm 2000 #SVT #Sweden #The Globe Arena #Globen #Avicii Arena #stage design #production design

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rjalker · 7 months

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Public domain OCs! Mostly from my dreams. Doesn't include all of them because my keyboard keeps not working and I don't want to jinx it with writing this many image descriptions lol.

This will be a long post lol.

(Archived read-more link)

The formerly feral cats as cartoons for the public domain! We actually need to buy more food for them so if you've got an extra $15 please feel free to throw it my way so I can feed them. We caught Marlena and her four kittens in July, and haven't been able to find anyone to adopt them, and we've already got our own cats, so feeding them all is a challenge...

cashapp, paypal, and venmo are all "Rjalker"!

[ID: Five reference drawings of anthropomorphic cat characters, showing their fronts and backs on a light grey background, with their name in the center. Each cat has a black body with different white marks on their face, chest, and paws, with solid black tails. Three of the cats have short, smooth fur, two have longer, fluffy fur. The first is Marlena, with smooth fur. Marlena has a white stripe on the Left side of her face that goes over her chin, with pale green-yellow eyes, a smooth white belly, white fingers on the arms or front paws, and white marks from the knees down on the hind legs. Her tail is long and thin. All of her paw pads are solid pink. The second is Eclipse, with smooth fur with a white mark on the Left side of his face with a crescent below his yellow eye, with white on his hands and below the knees. His belly is smooth and white, but he also has slightly paler stripes on his sides and limbs. His tail is short and thin. His paw pads are black on the palm and pink on the fingers. The third is Taaz, with smooth fur, with a white stripe between her dark gold eyes and white on the right side of her face. Her white belly is narrow, and the white marks on her legs start with a V shape at the top. The white marks on her hands cover only the fingers. Her paw pads are pink on the fingers, and pink and black on the palm. The fourth is Sapphire, with fluffy fur. She has a white stripe on the right side of her chin and between her yellow eyes, with a very thick, fluffy chest, and a long, skinny fluffy tail. The white marks on her arms and legs are curved at the wrist and below the knee. The fifth and last is Gizmo, with fluffy fur. She has white on both cheeks and a stripe between her pale green-yellow eyes, with a thin fluffy white chest, and a medium length fluffy tail. The white on her legs continues from her belly all the way down to her feet, with some black marks on the backs of her thighs. Her paw pads are black on the palms, and a mix of black and pink on the fingers. End ID.]

Bluejay, a character I created just to show people how to make symetrical drawings in MS Paint :)

[ID: A digital drawing of a anthro cat against a light grey background. The cat has blue fur, with black and white stripes, white fluffy cheeks, and a black belly. The feet, hands, and ears are black with white stripes. The eyes are purple, and closed with a smile. The tail is long, thick, and striped alternating blocks of black, white, and black, and blue, white, and blue. A small circle points to the feet to show that the undersides would have a blue heart shaped paw pad with two more dots above it. End ID.]

The three cat people from a dream I had. Red girl and leopard girl were in love, and Mr. Ice Jerk was causing problems. None of them had names.

[ID: Four images, showing three quadrupedal cat characters. The first two images show the same character, a red, brown, and orange cat character with a tan fluffy mane. The first image shows the character standing looking towards the camera with a smile, with a purple sky and a golden wall in the background. The second shows the character from the knees up against a white background from the side, with a base of red fur, with long, swirling vertical stripes of dark orange and brown, with swirled stripes on the tail. The character has orange eyes, white cheeks, and a dark red splotch in the center of the forehead. The second and third character are drawn on the same base as the second image, from the knees up from the side. The second character is a golden leopard with the same tan mane, with dark brown rectangular spots. The third character is a snow leopard with a pale blue mane and rectangular spots in shades of grey. End ID.]

An unnamed species of aliens from a dream I had.

[ID: A scribbled MS Paint drawing of an alien with four arms and legs against a dark grey background. The alien has a dark brown, grey, and red-striped exoskeleton, posed with two hands on a hip, and the other two raised in the air as though talking. The character has two large, round amber eyes on the sides of their head, and six thin grey spikes or antenne at the top of the head. End ID.]

An alien I drew for fun in the colors of the Xiqyne pride flag.

[ID: A brightly alien with six legs standing sideways against a white background, in the colors of the xiqyne pride flag: dark magenta, magenta, leaf green, pale yellow, cornflower blue, and cyan. The alien's legs are cornflower blue with cyan splotches and small stripes. It has a yellow belly that covers the lower half of the blunt face and continues all the way to the tip of the thick, pointed tail, with swirls up along its length like ribs. Its back is magenta with green spots, and its face is dark magenta with green eyes, and blue spikes. End ID.]

The character from a dream I had about the Eigth Doctor and Charley Pollard's audio adventures, who can be 100% standalone, lol. He was accidentally abandoned as a child and completely paralyzed, and was rescued / adopted by robots who built him a cybernetic suit to let him move around. He's never met anything entirely organic, until his biological parents fall off a cliff and right into his family's territory. His robot parents recognize them and tell him who they are, and he's super excited to meet them when they wake up. If they wake up. They did fall off a cliff.

[ID: A digital drawing of an alien wearing a black and grey cybernetic exoskeleton with large vents on the back glowing yellow and belching out plumes of brown smoke. Small green and blue lights circle the wrists and part of the helmet. The alien has a long extended face with large slits for a nose, and eyes covered in amber goggles with black straps. The skin is dried, desaturated brown, and he has long, claw-like fingers. He is walking against a dark grey background in front of a vat of glowing blue liquid filled with deeper blue bubbles, talking excitedly to himself, saying: "And organic! Wholly organic, it seems…but, but wonderfully! Wonderfully organic! Amazingly organic! How does that even work? I can't wait to find out! Oh, mother, I have so many questions to ask you…" End ID.]

"https://neopronouns-in-action.tumblr.com/post/719530889570353152/ki-was-extremely-strange-being-in-the-lab-all-by"

[ID: Two versions of digital drawings of an alien cyborg sitting in dark corner. The only difference between the two is that the first drawing has black horizontal bars over it like a cage.

The alien has two long front legs and two smaller back arms. Its skin is scaly and blue, and the upper parts of its limbs are covered in green and purple metal.

Reddish-pink wool or fur covers most of its upright torso and long neck. Its face is covered by a pointed green faceplate with bars glowing blue on the sides, and only narrow horizontal slits for its eyes, which reflect slightly back from the light coming in from the left size of the image leaving most of the right side in shadow.

Around its neck and chest is a large metal plate with glowing blue bars and shape, with the glow fading where the light from off screen touches.

End ID.]

A genet I drew for fun, doesn't have a name!

[ID: A digital drawing of an anthropomorphic genet drawn from the shoulders up against a dark background filled with dark leaves as though it is night. They have a long, cat-like face, with large, rounded ears. Their eyes are light orange, with no pupils. Their fur is light grey, with lighter spots above their eyes and on the inside of their ears, with brown spots along their shoulders, neck, and the top of their head. There is a brown stripe down the middle of their head, and two brown bands below their eyes, with white triangle-shaped spots on their cheeks, a grey muzzle, and a black nose. End ID.]

I just love beetles. I think there should be more bug themed superheroes that actually look like bugs. Spiderman should have extra arms and legs and eyes.

[ID: Two digital drawings of a red milkweed beetle themed superhero, with two pairs of arms and two legs, with a grey and red costume. They are shown from the front and the back. On the back, they are almost entirely red, with a long red shell like a ladybug with dark grey spots. From the front, they have a red good and collar with black spots, with a grey mask with four eyes and long curved antenne. They have four arms ending in claws, a grey segmented-armour torso, and legs that end in claws. They wear a necklace with a blue gem and small yellow metal clasping it. End ID.]

Cute witch girl who was in a dream I had. She grants wishes :)

[ID: A simple digital drawing of a witch with deep brown skin smiling at the camera with her eyes closed. She is holding a broom against one shoulder with both hands, and the bristles pointed up, and is wearing a dark green shirt with a high collar, and a matching green pointy witch’s hat. The hat has a white ribbon around it, and a small pale purple and yellow flower pinned on one side. Her short hair is darker purple, and hangs over both sides of her face. Her forearms are covered in large, overlapping scales of white metal until it reaches her hands, which have fingerless gloves in pale purple. The background behind her is in a gradient from black at the top, to dark blue at the bottom. End ID.]

A mutant scorpion hybrid who's appeared in many of my dreams. I don't know her actual name still, but people called her "Babyface" because she hasn't aged a day since the apocalypse started when she was a teenager. She goes around hunting down fashists, and their enchanted, undead remains follow her around as mindless minions who eventually turn into walking skeletons. She's never hurt anyone who wasn't a horrible person, and though no one's ever been able to communicate with her, they treat her with respect and make sure not to block her way or stop her from getting to anyone she's targeting. She's never been wrong before.

[ID: A simple digital drawing of a scorpion-centaur in solid grey, with the only variation in the simply drawn eye and hair, which are darker. The lower half of the body is that of a scorpion with lawge claws on the front, and the torso is humanoid, with two pairs of arms, only one of which is visible. The head has long black hair that reaches to the shoulders. End ID.]

A random wolfman kid who was in a dream I had forever ago.

[ID: A digital drawing of a wolfman against a very dark green background. The character's skin is desaturated blue, with ragged fur of darker blue covering the sides of the face, arms, and legs, with long claws on the hands, and dark amber eyes. The character is wearing a ragged black t-shirt grey shorts, and a bright blue scarf. End ID.]

I want more bug themed superheroes with extra limbs. What's the point in having bug themed superheroes if they don't get extra limbs. and play on the poisonous traits. Come on.

[ID: An Asian ladybeetle themed superhero posed on one leg against a white background, with a block of bars and a circle in the upper corner showing the colors of the drawing: tan, dark red, black, and white. The character has a mostly black and red outfit, with alternating red spots on black, or black spots on red, with white chevrons on the shoulders, wrists, and waist. The only part of tan skin is visible on the face above black and red mandibles, and below large white false eyes and the black top of the mask. The character has four arms, two of them crossed over the chest, one in the "raptor hands" resting position, and the other spinning a yoyo on a string at the side. End ID.]

Nonbinary character who uses neopronous: Ne/rix/riv/rixelf, and is a cat otherkin/therian. Runs a shelter for feral cats.

[ID: A nonbinary character with light skin against the trans and xenogender pride flags as the background, smiling with eyes closed while holding a similarly smiling calico cat. The character has pointed ears, with green and purple earrings in one ear, and a hanging earring in the shape of a cat's paw with orange, red, green, and blue in each paw pad. The character's hair is black, shaved on one side and longer on the other. There are dots on the cheeks and chin like cat whiskers. The character is wearing a brown necklace, and a sleeveless shirt in the nonbinary pride flags colors like dripping paint, that says, with all but "me" cut off behind the cat, "ask me what my pronouns are". The cat is mostly white, with large orange and black splotches, and yellow eyes. The trans flag has stripes of blue, pink, white, pink, and blue. The xenogender flag has stripes of pastel red, pink, orange, yellow, sky blue, purple, and darker purple. The nonbianry flag has stripes of yellow, white, purple, and black. End ID.]

A cute baby dragon shapeshifter from a dream I had. Can transform into anything. Liked to become a pocket watch. Was super cute.

[ID: An MS Paint drawing showing a silver baby dragon walking against a dark grey background. It has an overly large, square-shaped head, with gold eyes with a black horizontal line going through them, and a white pupil. Its mouth is a jagged line curved into a smile. It walks on two legs, with spiky wings folded at its sides, with a long tail. Its belly, wing spikes, feet, and the spikes on its head are black and gold. Thin grey lines crisscross its body in random shapes. Up in the corner is a rounded square showing its face from the front, with its eyes facing forward and a jagged smile like a jack-o-lantern. End ID.]

you can pretty much just go through my #Rjalker's OCs tag and if you see a character you would like to write for you can just say "hey can I use this character?" And I will probably say yes.

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