#This is probably the most fitting option out of 4

[secretsandwriting]

Prologue

The Edutzal.

A species known for their ruthlessness and destruction. With an unimaginable amount of strength and power they were a species you didn't want the attention of, so why were there three of them spotted on Earth.

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"How much you wanna bet this so-called Justice League is panicking right now?" Alistair questioned from his spot in the kitchen. "I mean they have at least a few different species that would know of us Edutzal. Kryptonians, Martians, Tamaraneans and probably a few others I'm missing? I didn't pay much attention to the paperwork." He pulled another mug out of the box he was unpacking. "So who knows what stories they're spreading about us."

"Probably about Mhadaek the bearer of doomsday. After all, he holds the record for most planets destroyed at 239,592,826,625. I have never met another Edutzal who has understood why or how he destroyed that many planets in such a short time. Wasn't he averaging like 4 planets every day?" 

"Or Hwidia the dreaded Empress, she did take over 503,283,293 planets and make them follow her weird ass rules."

"I'll never get over how terrified people are of them, and yet those are the titles they gave them. Bearer of Doomsday? Cheesy as hell. The Dreaded Empress? Just sounds like a bitch." Sounds of agreement floated through the air while the three went back to unpacking.

"So did we ever decide how were going to stay here?" Ry asked. "I know we talked about laying low and only resurfacing if another Edutzal shows up but we also talked about claiming the earth and letting the citizens know we were basically taking over the earth. Did we ever fully decide which one we were going with?" 

"I mean it would be nice to not have to deal with any of that and just stay low, but then if anyone else tried to come claim or destroy the earth, the laws of Engoth state we would have to prove our ownership of the planet or fight it out but if we claim it all the inhabitants will know and then we'll have to deal with whatever the Justice League decides to try and do." You sighed as you put another book on the shelf. "Either way, both are a lot of work." 

"Well, it might just be easier to claim it now. Because then we can deal with the Justice League sooner and not have to worry about dealing with them while trying to prove our claim." Alistar shrugged, "it's not ideal but it might be the best option."

"True. Besides, if we go through it now, maybe we can get to the point where the Justice League trusts us enough to listen to us when we say, 'Don't fight them or you'll die!' and they'll back off onto a target they're capable of fighting. Actually they probably wouldn't listen to us, they're a bit too... Optimistic..?"

"You mean stupid?"

"I was trying to be nice."

"Well, we all seem to be leaning towards claiming the earth, so do we want to do it before or after we finish unpacking?"

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"People of Earth." The Justice League staired in horror as their meeting was interrupted by the very subject of it. A hologram of three figures appeared in the room. Pitch black hair, black scleras, gray irises, white pupils. Black cracks seemed to be coming from their lips like their skin was broken porcelain, chips falling and revealing a black nothingness underneath "We are Edutzal from Engoth, a planet in a solar system quite far from here. A planet known for its danger and inability to all but the things already on it. Our people are known as The Destroyers due to our ability and willingness to reduce planets to nothing but stone and dust." 

The hologram flickered, showing previously destroyed planets. Some they had known about, others were new. Planets they had recently seen, heard of or been too now reduced to nothing. 

"The Edutzal have also been known to claim planets. Taking it as their own and turning the planet into their own kingdom until they grow tired of it. Creating rules and laws as they see fit... We have decided to claim Earth as our own." The male spoke this time and his words brought a new sense of fear.

"However, we have no desire to change everything," The other woman spoke. "We have resided on this earth for the past three months. Changes will be made but we will not be your rulers."

"In the next few weeks or months, we will be changing what we deem necessary. Once we are satisfied, you will not see much of us unless something else needs to be fixed. We will not be your dictators or your heroes. This first week we will be laying our claim for other Edutzal to see so they will not disturb the earth. This is all." The hologram flickered off.

The room was silent as all the Justice League processed what they had heard.

"What are the necessary changes?" Tim asked the silent room. No one had any answers.

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The necessary changes? All things the Justice League didn't disagree on, except for Batman because people were killed and he didn't believe in killing.

All the changes brought a better quality of life to the world. It wasn't perfect and there were still problems but some of the biggest ones had been removed from the equation. There was even a note left in their headquarters telling them to keep up the good work and how to contact them if they saw another Edutzal or some other thing they couldn't beat.

It still left people wondering, was this really all they were going to do?

#jason todd x y/n #jason todd x reader #jason todd smau #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #dc #dc social media au #dc smau #the destroyers #secretsandwriting smaus #fem reader

[thunderboltfire]

Another challenge from artfol! Argo is probably my only OC that went through a drastic change in hair lenght, so I though he'll be a good candidate for this (who knows, I may do some other ones if I'll feel like it).

He basically used to have very long hair, until he's become a Wanderer's Apprentice, and it soon turned out that he couldn't keep up with the maintenance. He ended up cutting them off, and never grew them out again. The 'longer' hairstyle box is how he'd probably look like if he kept them long. Which, coincidentally, makes him look uncannily similar to his father.

#sketch #drawing challenge #meme #OC #Argo Riss'Aerle #the content of the last box was discussed with my friends #This is probably the most fitting option out of 4 #(doesn't mean it's the most flattering one) #anyway consistency is all over the place but I've had a lot of fun #thunderboltfire's art

[catskets]

A more in-depth guide for creating visual novels, especially in the horror, horror-romance, etc circles

Some of you have seen my previous, smaller post on crafting visual novels, especially in this little space of Tumblr that a lot of us have found themselves in. Since that post took off, I've wanted to create a longer guide to help touch on some points I've thought about for the past few months.

In case you've never heard of me, I'm Kat, also known as catsket. I have a Bachelor of Fine Arts in Game Design. I've been making games for nearly 5 years, and I've been doing visual novels more "professionally" for 2. You may know me for Art Without Blood, 10:16, God is in the Radio, or Fatal Focus. I'm here to help you make your first visual novel.

Please note that my advice does not fit everyone, and you may disagree with what I say. That's okay! It doesn't work for all. That's why there's thousands of resources out there.

FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE NEVER MADE A GAME

So, you have an idea for a huge visual novel. Horror, a shady and obsessive love interest, a little bit of woo-hooing. 100k words. Maybe a million. What is this, the 07th Expansion?

I notice a lot of people getting into visual novels are artists first. That's okay! I wanted to do art for games before I realized how much I enjoyed writing. And even less of you have probably touched Visual Studio. Again, perfectly okay. We all start somewhere.

My number one piece of advice? Make shitty games.

What does that mean?! My recommendation to those who have never done games is to make a bunch of shitty ones. Think of a theme, or hell, even join a game jam, where you make a game that fits a theme in a short amount of time. Spend about a week on your game. Focus on making something polished. Polish your mechanics. Polish your output.

I recommend, if you can, to make at least 4-6, if not more, kind of shitty games before hopping into longer projects. Making a game is a skill, just like art, just like writing. And game development is combining ALL of these together into one big soup being stirred by a skeleton hand puppet. You'll get into the rhythm and see what works for you.

It also helps you learn, perhaps, the second most important thing here: do you even like making games? There are cases out there where people have created video games (not saying visual novels) just for clout. That's no fun for you, that's no fun for your players. And you might go through this process and find that you don't like making games. That's completely okay! It's not for everyone.

Also, you can use these shittier games to gather an audience. I've built my audience because, for the past few years, I've been releasing games that slowly give me growing fields of eyes every day. A success story overnight is a rare one. It takes time. It's like building a brand, but you aren't a brand, you're an artist.

REV UP YOUR ENGINES!

Ren'py is the number one engine you will be recommended. It is very beginner-friendly, with lots of tutorials, assets on itch.io to use and download, and support. The engine comes with a few tutorials in the form of games, whose code you can freely browse. This is the engine I use most often. Most visual novels you see are made in this engine.

Twine is a text-based engine that most people use for interactive fiction. You can add images and audio, though, if you don't mind messing with HTML. I use Twine for text games and for outlining for my larger games. Ever played Degrees of Lewdity? Yeah, I know you have. Don't ask why. That game was made in Twine.

RPG Maker has multiple versions and has been used for exclusively VNs if you don't mind fucking around with plugins. It can definitely give your game a super unique feel. I recommend RPG Maker MV, since it has the most resources. This line of engines usually costs money, but it often goes on sale for under $5-$15.

People will recommend TyranoBuilder, but as a user and player, the lack of options and the format the games often come in is just...not fun to navigate. It advertises itself as little to no code, but it's often evident in the final results. Some good games have been made in it, though, so if you want to use it for prototyping/practice, you can. I'm not a fan, but that doesn't mean that fans don't exist! This engine costs money.

Not an engine, but check out Ink! Super useful scripting language that's used for more professional projects.

DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS

You've got an idea for a long-term project, and now you want to show it to the world! But wait, wait, don't do that yet!

When should I start advertising my game? This is a personal opinion, but I say that you should not start advertising your game until 50-60% of your demo is complete. Why? As I've discussed with some fans of indie VNs, they can name quite a few projects that have been in the "working on the demo" age for 1-2+ years. I've been in the Kickstarter MMO circles. If you, making a single-player experience with little mechanics to balance and polish (aka a visual novel), are taking that long on a demo, I am going to assume the game is not coming out. There are some games I have seen out here that have been in "working on the demo" phase where I haven't seen a single ounce of what the project will look like.

What should I put in my demo? The purpose of a demo is to showcase the mechanics and the vibes and the mechanics of your game. It's a demonstration. In my last post, I pointed to the Dead Space 2 demo that was showcased at E3 (RIP), that takes place about 2 hours into the story and shows how enemies are defeated, some animations, bits of the story, etc. Usually, because it's less about mechanics and more about vibes, visual novel demos showcase a certain percentage of the full thing (5-10%.) Can you showcase the vibe of the game here and what players should expect? If not, show off another portion.

How long should I work on my demo? Before, I said 3-4 months. That can be true, that can also not be true. Think about how long the demo takes you in proportion to how long the actual game should take you. Don't put too much effort. The demo is to showcase the vibe. It's to see how much the public and fans may enjoy the game.

My game is 18+, what should I do? Make a splash screen when the game is downloaded to let players know your game is 18+. If it's going to contain sexual content, you can hide it with itch.io's adult content filter. Write it on the page itself that your game is for adults only. Don't put your demo behind a paywall. This is genuinely ridiculous. The purpose of a demo is to showcase what a game is like before a player purchases it. That defeats the point of a demo. I've seen this happen, and it discourages players from approaching, especially because most demos never make it past the demo phase. So...I'm paying you $10 for 2-3k words of a game that may never come out?

Should I make a social media for my game? YES! Go for it. These anchors are how people will find your game. Make a Tumblr and open that ask box. Make a Twitter. Go to BluSky. Advertising is not bad. Some YouTubers even take e-mail suggestions from developers. Feel free to shoot your shot. The worst they can do is not respond.

HOW TO SET UP YOUR ITCH.IO PAGE:

Getting your itch.io to a presentable state can be very challenging! There's many ways to do it. I highly recommend using this page image guide for learning how to size your images to make your page pop!

Itch.io themselves has suggested to not publish a page until the game or demo is released. You can make the page and keep it as a draft, but do not publish it until you're ready!

Your cover image is the image that will appear in the search of the website, on any front pages, in collections, and on your profile. What have I seen that works? Key art of one of the characters up close and the title of the game! If you can make it a .GIF, do it! Bitches love .GIFs!

Itch.io recommends 3-5 screenshots on your page. I recommend 1 of these 5 be a .GIF that shows how gameplay feels. This is effective, even for visual novels!

Write a 3-5 sentence summary about your game for the description. What is your story about? What is the draw?

DO NOT BE ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO IS GOING TO SAY "This is not like other visual novels. It doesn't have that cheesy this or that or-" No one cares. Genuinely. You're putting down other games in your genre and elevating yourself to the pompous level.

TAG YOUR GAME! itch.io gives you a list of tags to choose from when you go to tag. DON'T USE THIS! Try to go for more specific tags. Arimia has a very good guide on how to use itch.io's tagging system to your advantage.

GENERAL GAME MAKING ADVICE

SCOPE KNIFE IS SUPER USEFUL! Everyone makes games that are way over their workload. It's okay to cut out features and add them later. Prioritize making a finished game before hitting those stretch goals.

PLAN, PLAN, PLAN! Writing outlines is super helpful. I use Twine for my outlines, because you can connect your passages together and make really well-thought webs.

IT'S OKAY TO ASK FOR HELP! Whether it's from friends, professionals, or anything in-between. They can help with assets, editing, etc.

HONE YOUR SKILLS OUTSIDE OF GAMES! Write some poetry. Do some sketches everyday. Improve on your craft to improve your games

MUSIC IS HARD. THERE ARE RESOURCES. Most of us aren't musicians. That's okay. Make sure the music you get for your game is allowed to be used. You can use anything non-commercial if your game will not cost money or donations. I try to do songs in the public domain or free to use overall with credit if I don't have a musician. Consult the Creative Commons website if you're unsure how you're supposed to use a certain piece of music. If you don't use the right stuff, not only can it put you in legal trouble, but it can put streamers in hot water if they play your game and they can't upload the video because music is copyrighted.

PLEASE, DO SOMETHING ABOUT YOUR UI. Wanna know an easy way to get your game to look more professional? Edit the damn UI for your game. Make a new textbox, even if it's just a black box. Change the font. Eventually, players recognize the defaults and patterns of games made in certain engines and may attribute a lack of UI changes to a developer being lazy. It doesn't take very long to change the colors around and move text! Please do it to add a little pop to your game.

DEADLINES ARE AWESOME. Not everyone works well under pressure, but if you give yourself an infinite amount of time to make something, it'll never get done. Set goals for yourself for how much you can work on something.

IF YOU HAVE TO GIVE UP, GIVE UP. Making things is hard, especially long-term. Emergencies happen, jobs happen, life happens. Let your fans know that a project isn't happening anymore. Don't leave them in the dark. You don't need to tell strangers your medical history or anything, but transparency + honesty are really hot traits. You should use those in your creative work. This is one reason why I advocate for not publishing or advertising things until you know it's stable.

SHOWCASING YOUR CONTENT

People love to see WIPs for games! This is what the devlog is good for! A devlog is a post where a developer talks about and showcases some things happening in the game? What can you add to your dev log?

PERCENTAGES! How much of the artwork is done? How much of this character's route is done?

SNEAK PEEKS AT ARTWORK AND SPRITES!

GIFS! GIRLS LOVE GIFS!

Anything else to showcase your game's content! Posting consistent updates retains and even gains a fan's attention for your work.

RUNNING YOUR TUMBLR

You've joined us, and you've made a Tumblr for your blog! Link it on the itch.io page, so people can come find you after playing your awesome demo!

Do I have to respond to every ask? No. It's your blog. Delete whatever asks you want.

I got a hate comment! What do I do? Delete it and move on. I have a more detailed section on hate below.

I want to interact with [blog]! How do I do that? Reach out to the devs for silly little collabs. If you come onto a developer slightly headstrong, they might feel you are being abrasive or using them for content.

If people make fan content, interact with it! Encourage it! Reblog it. Show your love.

OTHER IMPORTANT THINGS

PROFESSIONALISM IS KEY. These may be pet projects, but you want to appear some level of professional on your actual itch.io page.

Being dismissive of player and fan complaints or criticisms will make you appear childish.

If your game is broken, fix it. I have been told by some amateur developers to ignore game-breaking bugs. It does not make me, a player, want to engage with your content. It seems messy and unfinished.

With the above point, it's 100% okay to have bugs and errors upon release. Every developer and their brood mother has. To decrease these issues, get playtesters. Friends can play your games, spot any errors, and help you point out things that can be improved upon. I recommend having playtesters at every stage of development.

Make sure your game runs before you publish it. Please.

You can still be silly and giddy! There's no reason to not be, especially when you get positive comments! The point of this is to not be outright rude to potential players and fans.

IGNORE HATE COMMENTS. In this case, a hate comment is a statement that contains no constructive criticism and are only here to be insulting or malicious. People are going to leave you with actual piles of dog shit in your ask box. They are trying to provoke you. Giving hate comments any attention, even if you're there to "clap back" proves that they got to you, even if you don't take the hate to heart. They will continue to pester you. Delete any hate comments and ignore them completely. Laugh about them with friends in a private setting, sure.

THINK BEFORE YOU REFERENCE! I know one big thing in this community is adding references to other games in yours, such as plushies of other characters or putting them on posters. The best thing you can do it ask the developer before adding this. How would you feel if some random person you've never met put your character in a video game? Most of us would feel weird and potentially violated. Open communication with devs is awesome. I am usually okay with it as long as someone asks for permission.

As a complete aside, I prefer more tasteful references to other games as opposed to 523482346 plushies and posters. These have been slightly overdone. Why not theme a candy after another game's character? Maybe your characters know each other.

OTHER RESOURCES I RECOMMEND

Devtalk is a server dedicated to independent visual novel creators. You can find jobs, resources, advice, talks, and, like, everything there! Devtalk is super useful. Everyone in there is so cool. They have a really great and comprehensive list of resources that I could not even begin to cover.

Visual Novel Design is a great YouTuber. No other words, check the guy out!

Ren'py and whatever other engine you're using has documentation that's super useful to follow.

Arimia not only has amazing VN resources, especially for marketing, but she also just has? Amazing games that you should check out?

And for a shameless self plug, I'm the lead of Sacred Veins, a collective of devs creating narrative games, whether it be horror, humor, romance, or everything in-between. Come hang out with us!

#visual novels #game development

[cinamun]

Oh hey! How about another pro-tip?

Are you tired of your sims' 3D, skin detail eyelashes conflicting with their rings and other accessories? Are you fed up with downloading certain rings and other accessories only to find out you can't wear them with some skin details?

If you answered yes to either of these questions, this trick is for you! One of my dear OCs just got engaged and I found a beautiful ring for her! But when I put it on her, her eyelashes turned silver which made me want to throw large objects but then I remembered that Sims 4 Studio is our friend!

Take your eyelashes (we're probably all if not most of us, using Kijiko's skin detail version or the MM skin detail eyelashes but I only did this with Kijiko's) and switch them to a new category! I hardly ever use Occult Details so that's where we're going:

There's plenty of options to choose from here, it just depends on what you use and don't use.

Copy the file you want to relocate into your S4S mods folder and open it up:

Click on categories, find your Occult options, apply to all swatches, save the package, and BOOM!

*Note: The reason I used Kijiko's sunglasses version rather than the skin detail version is because for whatever reason, the skin detail version is tied to rings so even when I moved it, I got silver eyelashes with the ring she was wearing.

I used vampire cheeks because again, i'm not using anything in there that would conflict!

I did this same method with her engagement ring because Occult features stay on no matter what outfit you're in. So it saves time rather than adding the engagement ring to every outfit (unless you don't want them sleeping in it, makes sense).

Anyway, some of you may be on to changing categories in S4S to fit your gameplay, and some of you may not be. I hope this helps someone! Its super easy and will save you the headaches!

#ts4 tips #ts4 tutorial #ts4 pro tip #gifs #gif warning #wcif

[httpsleclerc]

a villa in biot

summary: Charles and Gasly!reader are in love with the one thing they can't have - each other.

w/c : 1.6k

c/w : terrible ending? nothing, I dont think there actually is any

Charles wasn't quite sure when he had fallen in love with you - But he knew he shouldn't have. You were like a forbidden fruit for him, dangling in front of him, something he could touch, hold, smell, but never have for himself. It was cruel. It was so cruel that you just so happened to be his best friends younger sister, and his younger brothers best friend. 

You had all grown up together, Charles and Pierre having done karting together for many years, you had been on family vacations together, he had watched you grow from a shy young girl, attached to her brother at the hip, to a confident young woman, who admittedly, was still attached to her brother at the hip. He found it unfair that you had to be Arthur's best friend and not his, maybe that would make his love for you more justifiable - but how could he tell his younger brother that he was truly, madly deeply in love with you? 

To cut a long story short, he couldn't.

He didn't want to hurt you or Arthur, he didn't even know if your feelings were the same as his, and he couldn't face the embarrassment of it all if you didn't. So he had to try and move on. However, as hard as he tried, he couldn't. Everywhere he went, he was looking for you. He dated girls that looked like you, down to a t, but they didn't have your infectious laughter, so he looked for girls who shared your laughter, but they didn't look like you. It was impossible to find you in all of the girls he dated, so he eventually gave up, accepting that he could never have the one girl that he truly wanted, as much as it broke his heart to accept.

As it came time for your annual family vacation with the 3 Leclerc boys, you found yourself newly single, breaking things off with your boyfriend of 3 months due to the fact that he was nothing like how you thought he was - you thought he could fill the Charles shaped hole in your heart. You hated yourself for wanting him, he was your best friends older brother, and your older brothers best friend. As much as you wanted him, you remembered the promise you made to Pierre, that you would never go near any of the people he raced against, especially Charles. 

You sighed as you sat on your suitcase, forcing it shut and having Arthur zip it shut for you, he shook his head as he grabbed your hand and helped you up onto your feet.

"How much did you pack, we're only going for 4 nights?" Arthur asked you with a chuckle, looking at your suitcase and then you as you shrugged with a grin.

"Just because you're a guy and can fit all of your things into your backpack, some of us are actually civilised," You jokingly critiqued your best friend, who feigned offence at your 'mean' comments. "And anyway, I wasn't sure on outfits so I had to take two options for at night, I'm probably gonna be in a bikini for most of the day anyway." You told him, acting as though your explanation was the most common knowledge thing on earth. 

"I'm going to go out on a crazy whim and suggest that you haven't shown Pierre your choice of bikini's, because he was not happy when me and you went to Ibiza when we turned 18 and you were like, half naked," Arthur reminded you, your joint 18th birthday trip to Ibiza had been eventful, with Arthur getting so drunk he forget where your hotel was and you, even drunker, had to try and find him through his Snapchat location.

"You weren't complaining that week, Tutur," He shook his head at your comment and put your suitcase on it's wheels, saying that he would carry it down the stairs for you. You also knew that Charles wasn't complaining about your instagram pictures that week, since he was the first person to like every photoset that you posted.

Charles watched as you leaned against your brother, your face illuminated by the orangey-red glow of the fire burning in front of you, a half glass of the last of the limoncello in your hand, which Pierre took from you, despite your protests.

"It's late and you're already drunk, take it easy," He gently scolded you, since he understood that maybe you were drowning your sorrows following your recent break up. Pierre huffed as he stood up, placing the glass on the table beside him. Soon after, Pierre called it a night for himself, placing a kiss on the top of your head and jokingly telling you that he'd know if you drank the rest of the glass of limoncello - Lorenzo and Arthur followed soon after him, leaving only you and Charles in the living room of the Villa you had rented in Biot. Charles shifted to sit beside you, his heart racing as he realised just how close the two of you now were.

"How's your boyfriend?" Charles asked you, watching as you nervously fiddled with your hands and the ring on your finger, one that Pierre had bought you for your 21st birthday a couple of years ago.

"I broke up with him," You deadpanned to Charles, any semblance of a filter you had disappeared completely when you were drunk. You looked up at him, a flicker of desire burning in your eyes. "He wasn't who I thought he was. How's your girlfriend?" You asked him, noticing the way his eyes flicked away from yours.

"We broke up, same reason as you," He told you. The two of you sat in silence for a minute, you leaning into Charles' embrace as he put his arm around you. "Who did you think your boyfriend was?" Charles asked you, his voice dropping lower than you had ever heard it. You licked your lips, your breath shaky as you looked up at the Monegasque driver.

"I thought he was you, Charles," You admitted quietly, having no time to react before he leant into you, pressing his lips onto yours in a passionate kiss. You leaned into his kiss, your hands snaking up to the back of his head, hands entangling through his brown hair. Then you suddenly sobered up. Oh God. You were kissing your best friends older brother. Your brothers best friend. Oh God. 

Oh fuck. You abruptly pulled away, unable to look at the middle Leclerc sitting in front of you. "I um," You stuttered over your words, the words which you wanted to say but couldn't force out. "I should go to bed, goodnight Charles." You didn't mean to be so abrupt and harsh with him as you stood up, wobbling a little as you made your way into yours and Pierre's shared bedroom, your aforementioned older brother already asleep and hanging out of the single bed in the opposite corner of the bedroom.

You and Charles managed to get through the rest of the vacation without many hiccups, the other 3 boys on the trip putting your strange moods down to your respective recent breakups. Upon yours and Arthurs return to your shared apartment in Italy, you realised that you were lying through your teeth to your best friend, about how you had all but confessed to Charles how much you loved him, and your heat of the moment kiss with him. 

And you almost forgot about what had happened in the villa in Biot.

Then he was at your apartment, his eyes rimmed red as if he had been crying, looking pitiful as he sat on the couch.

"Charles, what are you doing here?" You asked, dropping your bag beside the sofa and sitting beside him, unsure of what to do to try and comfort the older Monegasque. He sniffled as he shook his head, looking up at you as he stood up. "Charles?"

"What?"

"What is going on? Why are you here?" You stood up and faced him, looking up into his eyes as he looked down at you. "Tell me what is going on. Please." There was a tense silence as Charles looked away from you, shaking his head as he pulled back from you.

"I need to know, Y/N," He was almost pleading with you, but you didn't know what to tell him, you didn't know what he wanted from you, what he wanted to know. You shook your head with an exasperated sigh.

"You need to know what, Charles? I don't know what you want from me," You were growing increasingly frustrated. He grabbed your hands, and you locked eyes.

"I need to know. Do you love me?"

You went silent, it was like all the air had been sucked from your lungs, and your brain was no longer processing anything. What did you tell him? Would you be honest and admit your undying love for him? Or would you think of your friendship with Arthur, and your promise to Pierre?

...

...

...

"I love you, Charles."

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #formula 1 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x you #charles lechair #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x female reader #Charles Leclerc angst #arthur leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc #pierre gasly x reader #Pierre Gasly x sister!reader #lorenzo leclerc #ferrari

[intergalacticfop]

Minoan Heanos

The distinctive open-front dresses worn by Minoan women are probably even more iconic than the multi-layered kilts. Over time, there's dispute whether the garment is one piece or a separate bodice and skirt, but currently the one-piece theory is in ascendance.

The word heanos is derived from the Linear B logogram *146, wehanos. The wes- prefix, which is the squiggle in the middle, indicates a garment. Bernice Jones believes that this logogram represents the garment worn by Minoan men and women.

Marie-Louise B. Nosch, The Textile Logograms in the Linear B Tablets, pp 133-138

More research and construction below the cut:

The theory that the garment is a full-length tunic is further supported from imagery from the time, like these figures from the c. 1400 BCE Hagia Triada Sarcophagus. This detail from the sarcophagus shows three figures in some kind of procession, 2 women and 1 man. The woman at left wears a tunic with some kind of pelt as a skirt, and the other 2 figures wear tunics without anything over them, showing that they are one continuous, ankle-length garment.

Some of the most important resources for interpreting how the heanos was constructed comes from the two women depicted in the House of the Ladies in Akrotiri, wherein the side seams of the tunic are clearly visible running along the side of the body and under the arm.

details of figures from the House of the Ladies, Akrotiri, via Wikimedia Commons

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Diagrams from Bernice Jones' book Ariadne's Threads, p. 82, via Gorgeous Tangents

The heanos itself is made of 3 pieces of fabric: 1 back and 2 fronts. These diagrams show a concave hem like on the labrys-shaped kilt but I went with a straight hem, which is an equally valid option. The end of the sleeves are level with the edge of the hem at the widest point. This would probably be the width selvage-to-selvage on the fabric, being narrower than fabric widths commonly are today. There are 4 seams: the shoulder seam, the two side seams, and a front seam (optional, but recommended if you would prefer not being arrested.) It may be tempting to fold the fabric across the shoulder, so the only sewing is side seams and a neck hole, but this makes a weaker garment overall. I used this as a shortcut in my fitting muslin and it caused tears and weak points at the three points of the front opening.

my fabric was a lightweight, moderately loose-woven cotton with a supplementary weave pattern in squares and diamonds. Linen or wool would have been more accurate but also? much harder to find from online quilting stores selling fabric for affordable prices. The main fabric is dark orange and the pattern is made out of pink/lilac threads. This weaving technique resulted in a LOT of long floats (unsecured expenses of thread) on the back--you can see how the wrong side of the fabric is much pinker than the right side. These floats could snag easily if I wasn't careful, so while it made a very effective visual for this tunic, I do not think that this fabric type would be viable for everyday wear. I'll leave it to people who actually know about weaving to ponder what more accurate weaving techniques would be.

Construction

The overall pattern is basically a T-shaped tunic, and the most important measurements are shoulder circumference, shoulder width, bust circumference, and the shoulder-waist length. In addition, you need measurements for the bicep, waist, shoulder-navel length, and hip circumference. After working out the fit with a muslin, I ended up with this pattern, 1 of 4 identical quarters.

Your first impulse may be to make the tunic very close-fitting, since the depictions in frescoes are skin-tight, but since the pattern has no added gusset this is a recipe for Cannot Move Arm. So I gave a very generous curve under the arm, which also made the dress look better when my arms were down, avoiding armpit wrinkles. I continued that ease into about an extra 2 inches added on to my waist measurement and plenty of extra space around my hips so that I could do exciting things like Sit Down.

I sewed the shoulder and side seams using the machine, and felled the raw edges on each side of the seam by hand with a whipstitch. I foided back the front edges of the v-neck instead of cutting them, which was a tip I got from the Gorgeous Tangents blog. This strengthens the neckline and keeps it from stretching, and also means that everything can be readjusted if you have size fluctuations or just want to modify the tunic into something more or less modest.

I whipstitched the front edges together by hand--the contrasting selvage didn't matter because it would be covered up by trim. I ended up cutting the tunic a liiiittle shorter than I wanted, so I finished it with some leftover bias binding instead of hemming it to conserve as much length as possible.

Trim

I custom-ordered the woven tape trim from Long Creek Mercantile. Both are made of wool--the "header band" and the hem trim are 1 1/4" wide and the center-front and cuff trim are 3/8" wide. I observed that most images of the Minoan heanos show trim with two colors at most, in a simple geometric or linear pattern, so I consciously restrained myself from ordering anything more elaborate. The clothing on Minoan frescoes is characterized by strongly contrasting colors, so blue trim was the most obvious, and best-looking option. Orange tunics with blue trim appear multiple time in art like the "Dancing Lady" fresco from Knossos:

Dr. Jones suggests that the band across the shoulder would historically have been a header band--a band of threads woven at the beginning of a project in order to properly space the warp bands (see her diagram at the beginning). That may be a reason why the shoulder trim often depicted under the front or sleeve trim, as shown above. Regardless, the trim almost always coordinates.

I sewed on the shoulder trim by hand, the sleeve and hem trim by machine, and the center-front trim with a combination of both.

Tassels

Many frescoes from Akrotiri and Hagia Triada show the ends of the supposed header band turned into tassels. This embellishment is not universal among heanoi, as you can see from the "Dancing Lady" above, but it does add a fun little something!

(yes, my Lounging Pants are very fashionable)

I turned the excess ends of the shoulder "header band" trim into fringes, knotting the yellow ones into a lattice and turning the blue yarns into tassels. The lattice-tassel appears on a fresco from Hagia Triada:

Reproduction of fragmentary fresco from Room 14 at Hagia Triada, Crete

The saffron gatherers from Akrotiri shown below have clearly displayed fringes at the ends of their sleeves. The one on the left has red fringes that appear knotted or ravelled/unravelled in an undulating pattern, and the one on the right has fringes that may be either beaded with papyrus-shaped leaves or cut into short tassels.

Another option is leaving the fringes loose, as seen in the Akrotiri frescoes from Xeste, room 3:

The final garment was super comfy, actually! It's much simpler to create than I thought it would be based on the frescoes, which made it all feel pretty magical when everything came together. I did think it was a little unusual how tailored this garment is, and the potential waste of fabric that comes from a shaped garment, especially compared to how later ancient greek clothing was mainly rectangles. I don't know enough about bronze-age and earlier clothing to have any idea how typical this was, since I'm extremely Not an expert on this subject, but am always open to learning more!

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A Monégasque Story ( Part 2 ) - Charles Leclerc

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Summary of the series - Y/n is Charles' best friend little sister. They grew up together but haven't seen each other's for years. Their relationship seems to take a different turn when Charles stay at her's and her brother's.

Warning - Both Y/n's and Charles' POV, Fem reader, Both Charles and Y/n speaking French (translated) tension, tooth rotting fluff, three years age gap, mature content, 18+, brother's best friend, friends to lovers, she felt first he felt harder...

Disclaimer: I'm French and my English is NOT perfect ⚠️ Please don't stole or repost my stories on any other sites. Btw reblogs are more then welcomed.

After debating on my options for a while, I opted for a restaurant I saw while walking on the marina the other day. I've never been there, but the place look really pretty.

I grab my phone on the counter beside me to increase the volume, as my favorite song starts to play. 

I love the luminosity in this bathroom, and since my brother have one in his bedroom, it's a little bit like this one was mine.

 

Charles swiftly opens the bathroom door, stopping dead in his track as his eyes land on me. I’m eyeing him through the mirror, trying my best not to laugh at his facial expression.

He is barefoot, dress in a simple black pants and a white shirt, visibly in the process of being put on.

« What ? » I let out through a laugh, slowly but surely averting my gaze from his chest. 

He looks at me up and down. "And what are you doing exactly?" a teasing smile made its way on his face as he gets closer to the counter on which Im currently sitting. 

"My makeup." I state simply, knowing really well why he asked. 

He looks down at the makeup products all around me, then back to my eyes.

 

He gets even closer and put his hands on each side of my waist, giving it a squeeze, tickling me lightly.

i let out squeal in a fit of giggle, making him smile. "No shit princess, I can see that. What I want to know is, what you are doing in the sink ?" he says, still holding my waist. 

I maintain eyes contact through the reflection, trying to shake off the fact that my back is pressed against his bare chest.

 

"Well it's simple, that way im closer to the mirror and It help me to see what im doing better." I answer, smiling as I see him nod. 

"Well missy, you're taking all the space so make some room for me will you." I laugh and comply.

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In the car, Charles and Raphael start talking in the front. The music covering up most of their words making it really hard for me to follow the discussion. So after a while, I gave up on trying.

I watch then wind dancing in the leafs, The sweet melody of "never let me go by Florence + the machine" in the background as we drive on the coast. I walk here nearly everyday when Im home but at night it just hits different. 

I glance toward the front of the car, feeling eyes on me. I catch Charles” gaze in the rearview mirror. He’s eyeing me intently, not dropping the eyes contact a second when he sees me looking at him. 

I fell my heart skipping beats.

I avert my eyes from him, looking back to the window.

As if on clock, Raphael pull up in the parking lot, just in front of the restaurant.

I get out of the car, taking my bag on the seat beside me. We get in the restaurant, and one of the waiter immediately reach to us.

"Good evening" he greets with a warm smile. im not going to lie, he is really attractive, and tall. 

I smile up at him "Good evening, do you still have a table on the balcony please ?"

He checks on his tablet and nod "Sure a table for three on the balcony for the gorgeous lady coming right up" he says making me blush a little.

I fell Charles side glance on me.

I turn toward him as I hear him sight, only to see he was sending death glare to the waiter. His entire body was tense. 

Should I be ashamed to say that i liked his reaction ? Yeah probably.

But him being protective over me, it’s making me fell some type of way. 

We make our way outside, to our table. It has the prettiest view on the marina.

Maybe I'm getting good at choosing restaurant. 

The waiter pull a chair out for me, I smile up at him and sat down, whispering a thank you. He smile back.

My brother took a seat on the other side of the table beside Charles, who’s watching me intently like he’s on the verge of saying something, but he shook his head and sat down instead. 

The waiter took our command, but not without making Charles’ blood boil. 

I watch his reactions, trying to contain the smile making it's way on my lips. 

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I sip my drink slowly, chuckling as I listen to the guys fighting over a memory, apparently they don't share the same version.

"Mate I promise you, it never happened." Charles says laughing.

My brother sights, "Bro I wasn't that drunk, and im telling you there was a car. im sure I have a pics somewhere."

Raph gets his phone out of his pocket and began to search in his gallery.

I was there that night and there was indeed a car, but I don't say anything. Wanting to see Charles' reaction when discover his wrong on his suborn face. 

It was 5 years ago at a party my family organised.

They were about eighteen and drunk as heck after stealing alcohol from our parents.

Us and few other teenagers finished at the other end of the neighbourhood. And charles, my brother, Joris and other guys of their friend group broke into someone’s garden, where a Ferrari was parked.

The owner of the property called the police and they finished the night in jail.

"AH!" Raph exclaims showing his screen to Charles, who’s mouth hang open and the memories seem to rush back in his head.

"I was more drunk that I thought" he chuckled.

"My bad Raph, you were right." My brother shrugs "of course I was" he sass.

"it was so stupid to do that tho." 

Charles expression tell me to get ready to be tease. « like you never did something like that ever ? » I shook my head. 

« Well, we need to do something about that. If you haven’t done at least one stupid thing, you haven't lived." he states with a grin painted on his face. 

I playfully roll my eyes at him as he wink in my direction.

Charles' POV : 

I watch Y/n as she stand up and walk toward the bathroom, following her every move till she disappear inside the restaurant. 

Everything about her is captivating. The way she laugh for everything and try to hide it, but her lips can't help but break into a smile every time she hear a joke no matter how lame it is. 

How she always mindlessly reach for her bracelet when she's caught in her head or how her beautiful eyes always seem to flicker down when she's shying away. 

I love the way she never look at anybody in the eyes but she always seems to stare in mine. 

Some things doesn't change and I'm happy to discover that all of this never did. 

I quickly avert my eyes from the door, switching my attention to the waitress arriving with our plates. 

"Merci beaucoup" (Thank you so much.) Raphael say, as she dispose the plates in front of us.

"Vous avez besoin d'autre chose ?" (Do you need anything else ?) she ask kindly,

 I smile up at her "Merci, ça ira pour le moment" (Thank you, we're good for now) She nod "bon appétit."

as she walk away, Y/n reappear on the balcony, with a big smile on her face  "what got you smiling like that ?" Raphael asks laughing.

"I saw the desserts menus, It look so good" she let out excitedly.

I chuckle as she sits back down with hearts in her eyes.

We start eating, just talking and catching up on each other's life. Y/n's is telling us about her favorite place in Paris.

"There's this spot," she marks a pose, swallowing her bite before pursuing "it's hard to describe but it's a sort of café with books literally everywhere and it looks absolutely beautiful, I often go there in the afternoon after school to work and it just fells so magical" she explains, having a hard time contening the happiness in her voice. 

"And Daphné the older woman who owns the café, she sat with me the other day..." I admire the little dimples appearing as a smile appear on her face. "...Her husband worked in the automobile too you know." I raise a brow. "oh yeah?" She nods her head "for alpine."

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"No way he said that to you !" I exclam looking at Raphael with wide eyes. "He did, he so serious about it too" he let out in a laugh. 

"That's crazy mate" I say still chocked. 

Im interrupted by the waiter, coming back to clear the table.

He collect our plates starting by Y/n obviously.

"Est ce que je peux vous servir un dessert ?" (Would you want some dessert ?) He ask looking at her. Im not even sure he's aware that there are other people around this table at this point with how little attention he give to Raphael and I. 

She smile up at him politely. "Je voudrais bien une tarte au citron s'il vous plait. Vous voulez quelque chose ?" ( I would really like a key lime pie please. Do you guys want something ?) she say turning to us.

"Je vais prendre une tarte a la fraise." ( Im going to take a strawberry pie.) Raphael say then reach to the water bottle in the middle of the table.

"Et une mousse au chocolat s'il vous plait. "And I'll go with a chocolate mousse please" I say sending a tight smile at the waiter. 

"Oh I was hesitating between that and the pie, it looks so good too." Y/n say looking at me with a proud look, making me chuckle.

"Donc une tarte au citron, une tarte a la fraise et une mousse au chocolat. Ce sera tout pour vous ?" (Ok so a strawberry pie, a key lime pie and a chocolate mousse do you need anything else ?)

 "No we're ok thank you very much." 

When the dessert arrive, 5 minutes later. I immediately see Y/n glance at my chocolate mousse. I smile at myself knowing very well that im going to score points with my next move.

Y/N's POV :

After asking for the tab, we make our way out of the restaurant really satisfied.

Honestly the all thing was so good but the desserts…incredible.

Charles as been the kindest by letting me taste his chocolate mousse, well we actually ended up sharing it because it was too good.

It might be updated as my favorite restaurant.

The temperature outside is so cozy, it’s windy but not chilly, it’s the perfect summer weather.

I turn toward the guys "Do you want to go home now or are we still doing something ?"

Charles give me a questioning look “what do you want to do ?”

Well I don’t know, I’m just not ready to go home yet.

My brother check is watch, “how about we walk on the marina for a little while then ?”

I smile at him, happy that he understand what I mint, “Charles is it ok for you ?”

He smile “Fine by me.” He put his hand on the small of my back leading me to the car.

He open the door for me, waiting patiently till im well installed before closing it.

The drive took us toward 6mn, I’m not sure it was necessary to take the car, but at the same time I wouldn’t have appreciated the walk back with all those slopes.

We start walking, admiring the view, when a guy run by, “hey Charles” he say sending a little wave our way before continuing his workout.

“Do you really get recognise by everyone here ?” I ask him a bit curious about how it all works out.

He chuckled “Well not by everyone, or at least not everyone make it known but I don’t know, it depends of the places I guess,” Charles say as he come to a stop.

"Do you guys want to take a quick trip." He says looking at his boat.

Charles put the key into the ignition, starting the boat.

"Do you want to steer ?" he ask me.

"No not really it’s too dark." I was quick to answer. Not wanting to admit that I still don’t know how drive a boat, even if I own a bunch of them.

Once we’re far enough from the coast. We get confortable on the desk fournitures with some drinks.

“Joris told me that you run into THE tifosy at the bakery the other day” Raphael tell Charles.

Charles laugh as he seem to recall the moment. “Yeah I did, it was pretty funny actually, they are so kind”

I look between the two of them, not getting the discussion.

“It’s a group of fan that we meet, I think 2 years ago in monza. We we’re in the same restaurant, and we end up eating together, and it was really to get to know fan, and have a real discussion.” He say with a little smile. I love when he make that face it’s so cute.

“How is Joris by the way, It’s been a while since we talked, I need to meet up with him ! “ I ask genuinely curious.

Charles look at me a bit perplexed “He’s okay ?" He say, the words sounding more like a question than an affirmation.

"When did you guys last met up ?" He ask, curiosity written all over his face.

I"I don’t really remember, a week ago maybe." I answer, not thinking much of it.

He shift in his seat "I didn’t know you guys were still hanging out."

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We decided to spend the night on the boat after realising how late it was.

There’s two cabins so Charles and Raphael are sharing one and I have my own.

I get in the shower and turn on the water, letting it heat up a little.

I try to remove my makeup the best I can with the shower gel. It’s not ideal, but it’s better than not.

Once Im done brushing my teeth with one of the numerous toothbrush kit displayed in the drawer, i open the door.

I directly feel the fresh air of the hallway hitting my still hot skin.

Charles gets out of his room at the same time. His head down, looking at his phone. I remember what im wearing when he look up.

He let his eyes linger down my body, still silent, i just hear the faint shaky breath that come out of his mouth. My towel isn't as long as I would have liked it to be right now. I try to push it down a little.

He clears his throat and gets past me, no word exchange as he closes the bathroom door behind him.

I let out a sight I didn't even know I was holding, all flustered. I open my bedroom door and close it right behind me slowly coming back to my senses.

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I open my eyes, stirring a little before immediately looking to my side searching for my phone.

2:30 am seriously ? I groan, felling the dryness of my throat. 

I puch the sheets away, getting up with little to zero motivation.

I quietly make my way to the kitchen trying to not make any sound as I open the cabinets.

As I finish filling my glass, I hear some sound coming from downstairs. 

Next thing I know the tall figure of Charles make his way to me. 

"Can't sleep ?" he ask taking the water pichet from my hand serving himself a glass. 

I nod, looking at him. 

I puch myself from the counter, the kitchen feeling a little to small for us two.

I make my way to the deck, sitting on one of the deckchair.

Charles take his glass in hand and do exactly the same I just did, siting by my side.

We look up at the sky full of stars. It never ever fail to amaze me how it happens every night, and still manage to look unique. 

The city lights shining , showing us the life happening all around. There's something so peaceful and reassuring in the air. Like time was slower.

Every single one of this little lights we’re admiring, are houses with peoples doing exactly the same as us, trying to have 60 seconds of calm. 

I fell Charles eyes on me so I turn to look at him. We maintain eyes contact for a second.

"What ?" I finally let out, intimidated by his attention. He smirk then shrugs. "Nothing. Just admiring you." he say casually. 

I fell the blood rush into my cheeks and I quickly look away, to worked up by his words. He chuckle taking my hand in his. 

I look back at him not really sure of what was happening. He draw shape on my hand with his thumb and look up at me.

"Do you remember when we where little, we drew stuff on each other skin and we had to guess what it was ?" He say, his movement on my skin never stopping. 

"Yeah I do remember ! And I also remember that you loved to draw random stuff that where completely impossible to guess." I tease.

He raise his brows at me. "It wasn't impossible you just weren't good enough at this game to find out what it was."

I laugh, "Oh yeah, so drawing a car motor isn't weird according to you ?" I tell him smiling at the memories. 

"Not at all." He say not even slightly convinced by himself, making me laugh. 

"Ok, how about, you give me a second chance to prove you I'm good at drawing ?" He say confidently putting his glass down beside him. "show me what you got." 

I look away from our hands and he began to move is thumb delicately on my palm, a focused look on his face. I try not to fidget at the slight touch, tickling my skin. 

After a while he looking up at me expectantly. "So, your guess ?"

To be honest I didn't pay any attention to it so I have no idea what to say. So I decided to give a wild guess "hmm, a rose ?" I state sounding more like a question then intended. 

He chuckled, "Nope, it was a snowman ! See you're no good at this." He tease with a growing smirk on his face. 

I roll my eyes, trying to suppress a smile from my lips. "give me your hand." I say and he willingly give me his hand "bossy."

I try to think of an idea as quickly as possible, Charles wait patiently looking at the stars. "Ok, close your eyes." I ask once I found my drawing. He did as I say and I process to draw the form on his hand.

I take my time, giving my best. He open his eyes and look at me a grin plastered on his lips, " I think I know." My eyes brow furrowed. "how do you mean ? I only did it once." He shrugs. 

"Ok, give me your impression ?" I say, thinking there no way he got it right the first time. "a treble clef !" He say confidently. 

My mouth hang open. How did he ?  His grin just get bigger and bigger. "I give up." I say raising both my hand in the air, making him chuckled.

"your not that bad" he say sarcasm drolling from his word as he pull me against him. I immediately relax into his hold. "sure." I sight against my neck rolling his eyes, putting my arms around him.

"Tu m'as manquer." (I missed you.) he whispered in my ear, I shiver feeling his hot breath against my skin. "Toi aussi." ( I missed you too.) I whisper back and he squeeze me lightly.

I can't help but smile. I missed this so much. Our relationship have always been so precious for me. It's like we were still ten in my garden, like we never leaved.

To be continued….

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Sweet girl pt.4

dbf William Afton x fem/virgin reader

synop: William finds reader sunbathing and goes after the opportunity, even with the risk of her dad catching the two of you.

warning: smut, corruption, coercion, inappropriate relationship, exhibitionism(?) William is as always pretty creepy and manipulative.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3

A/n: This one is pretty dirty at the end, just a heads up if you're into playing around with cum.

The view was fortunate, is the first thought to enter William’s head when he sees you like that. Completely unaware of him, facing away with your head buried in some book as you try to pick up some sun on your back. Vulnerable to him, the only thing keeping you safe was the french windows of your house, separating the fox from the rabbit. 

He’d come over meaning to return some kind of wrench to your dad, in hindsight you remember the conversation in passing, how you hadn’t been paying attention until you learned William was coming. Your father’s car wasn’t in the drive but he let himself in anyway, a flimsy hope of catching you home alone pushing him to. He called out, he’s not a complete criminal, “Anyone home?” and the like, all to no reply. Maybe he would have crept up the stairs to find your room, with you in it would have been delightful, but he still could have busied himself if you weren’t. Now that’s a thought, he bets your room is sweet, probably a tonne of pillows and teddies, some kind of soft light-coloured duvet, that air of innocence you’ve managed to maintain all this time. Delicious. 

Maybe he would have done that, if not for the music. Some sort of summery, perhaps Spanish influenced guitar, muffled through the house as though it were close by, so he looked for its source. And by God, is he glad he did.  

Your house has a knack for letting a lot of light in, keeps the place bright and airy, and now he sees why, not a stitch of curtains to be found on the large glass windows, and not much of a stitch to be found on you either. It’s the most tantalising sight, your legs bare and leading up to the plump of your arse in such a little bikini, the kind that ties with string at the hips. He notes its practicality for an adjustable fit but also its practicality for other reasons. Just watching through the glass, he palms the growing hardness in his trousers as he considers his options. 

Santana, you think to yourself when the next song on the playlist you found begins to play, your dad likes this song, you reckon you do too, though you can’t really decide from one or two listens. And you’re not really concentrating, not with your novel open in front of you, which after days of forcing yourself to read was finally getting interesting. Occupied. Distracted. Easy. 

That’s why you don’t hear the back door slide open. 

In fact, you don’t hear anything. Not the door. Not the footsteps on the grass. The only thing that makes William’s presence known to you is his shadow on your book, his large frame stealing your light. It’s a chilling sight, the kind of realisation that pushes you into slow motion; there’s someone behind you. 

You twist around so fast that your sunbed almost tips over with the force of your body against it, knees tucked up and eyes pinned open wide. The weight of adrenaline in your veins blinds you to the sight, it takes a few seconds before you realise that it’s him, and fear for your life can subside. Well, marginally. 

He can’t help but laugh at the frantic way you turned, all reflex as evident in its clumsiness, he should have said something, but hindsight is 20/20. 

With your chest still heaving, you try desperately to calm yourself down, “William?!” You say, with no real thought as to why. And at the predatory grin on his face you remember how little you're wearing, your skimpiest bikini, all straps and little substance so you can pick up as much sun as possible. You regret that now, especially with how blatantly his gaze is on your cleavage. “How uh did you get in?” You think the question as you ask it, concern making your brows raise. 

Finally managing to bring his gaze to your eyes, the sly expression on his face doesn’t budge an inch. “Door was unlocked.” His words are nonchalant and you nod, wishing you had a towel on hand to cover up with. Your dad was a bugger for leaving the door unlocked, case proven that any fucker could just walk in. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, my fence hopping days are long over.” 

You give him a small smile, though you’re not entirely convinced, with how persistent he’s been with you so far you don’t doubt he’d break and enter for another taste; and that thought makes your stomach flutter. 

“So… what are you doing?” Your voice is small, pinched with nerves, his stature over you right now is insanely intimidating, so tall you swear he could pick you up and toss you around like a dolly. 

“Just enjoying the view, it’s a lovely day.” He makes a point of looking you up and down, leaving you no question as to what view he’s referring to. You’re art, the way you’re propped up on your arms, nipples peeking through the tiny bikini top, your legs shiny in the sun pressed together to hide the part of you that sings to him. 

You look up at him shyly, uncertainly saying, “Yeah it is-” Your words go dry in your mouth when William’s hand come to your leg, a firm grip on your ankle that traces up more gently over your calf. You shiver at the touch. 

“This isn’t… My dad will be home soon.” You start trying to explain why him coming onto you right now wasn’t a good idea, but when your core is fluttering from his touch it’s pretty persuasive. 

“That is such a shame.” His tone is dripping with sarcasm, the false sadness practically tangible. As he speaks, he catches your ankles, lifting them so he can sit at the bottom of the sun bed, where he lets your legs lay over him, resuming grazing over your skin. “And here I was hoping to spend some time with you. It’s just a terrible set of circumstances, isn’t it?” He continues equally as mockingly and you can’t help but giggle. It’s manipulative, you think, how insistent this man can be without seeming too pushy, he has you wrapped around his finger when if anything it should be the other way around. 

“”But what if-” You start, but he cuts you off like he can read your mind. 

“We’d hear the car.” He offers, it’s flimsy but you’re willing to hang on to anything that would allow his hand to travel further up your leg, closer to where you need him. 

You murmur a quiet ‘okay’ and the moment it leaves your lips it’s replaced by the older man’s tongue, his body coming easily over yours and taking you away from the heat of the sun. He wants to be patient with you, slow and deliberate but it's hard when your skin is so soft under his fingers and you’re so receptive to the quick progression of this kiss. And it is quick, the way he invades your mouth is rough and dirty, making your back curve off the sunbed into him. 

It’s scary how much you want it, you can’t help it, pulling at his shirt, digging your fingers into his shoulders, spurring him to slide his hand between your legs. The spark is instant, electric pleasure throughout your body, it’s easy for him but your heart is pounding. You melt into it, that perfect way he finds rhythm on your clit, stoking that insatiable pressure in your core. It builds quickly, a slippery flame on a mountain of kindling, leaving you squirming under him as he moves away from your lips and begins sucking a sequence of kisses down your neck. 

The angle of his ministrations change, a finger trailing down through your folds and resting firmly on your entrance. You jolt, a short whine escaping your lips. Something close to dread seizes hold of you, you’ve never done that before, never had anyone inside of you and it makes you nervous. Doubly so, when you consider how easy it is for him to have you spiralling. 

“I need to feel how tight you are, lovely.” William speaks against your skin, causing goosebumps to prickle across your body, “You gonna let me?” He’s asking but teasing your hole already, your wet heat is just begging for him to slip inside, you know it, he knows it, and so despite the nerves you nod, rolling your hips slightly and resuming his stimulation on your clit yourself. 

He’s nice enough to press a single finger in first, slowly at that, letting you adjust to the feeling and waiting until your body relaxes a little before he moves. It’s nothing, but the way you’re clinging on to him says otherwise, scared but not willing to let go of your end that’s still rearing despite the intrusion. 

“Such a sweet thing.” He coos besides your ear, distracting you from the second long finger which joins in. It doesn’t hurt but it’s strange and you can’t help but gasp. His name flees your lips in a desperate way and he hums an answer against your skin, not that you had a question to begin with. You just can’t think straight, not with the pace of pushing his digits in and out and the rhythm on your nerves that has your climax tightening its fist around you immediately. 

You lose control, shuddering as you cum, the new sensation of having something to clench around making a moan tear through you. It’s hot the way you’re so desperate for him, the most basic of things making you lose your mind, and William tries not to think about how perfect that little cunt is going to feel around his cock, squeezing around him like you are his fingers right now. Eager. Pliant. Fragile.

William pulls out of you and as you begin to regain your senses you realise that you hate how pathetic you are. Only taking because you don’t have the agency to give anything yourself, it’s embarrassing. You want, need to make him feel good. 

“I- I want…” You try to speak coherently, but it's a struggle you’re still reeling from your climax, lost in the after waves mulling over you, making your pussy clamp around nothing, impatient with the urge to feel his fingers again, maybe more. He completely scrambles your brain every time and it’s not fair because you can’t seem to do the same, but you want to try. The night outside your house springs to mind, he had seemed so addicted then, like he needed your touch to survive, exactly how you feel right now.  

William hums some acknowledgement into the crook of your neck, slick with saliva from his assault there, he doesn’t stop the way you’re squirming has his cock throbbing and he has half a mind to make you cum again for his own gratification. 

You try again, forcing the thought out of you, “I want you in my mouth.” You manage, though it’s quiet and your face burns with the words. He blatantly laughs, partially in surprise, before shifting his frame to look at you. 

“What?” He knows what you said, he just wants to hear it again. 

You keep your eyes away from his, forcing yourself to commit to the idea even when you can’t imagine doing it. “Can I suck your cock?” The second you ask it in that sweet voice of yours he could have bust, so cute, so eager to please. 

“Course you fucking can.” There’s a hint of disbelief to his voice that you pride yourself on, you want to be able to surprise him , even though it scares you a little. William moves, standing up, leaving you to sit on the sunbed at the perfect height to be confronted by the arrogant bulge in his trousers. His cock is weeping, desperately hard in that way that you always manage to make him, intentionally or not. Your lip is between your teeth as you watch him reach for his belt, a pang ringing through your core when you think about how big his hands are and what they were doing to you moments ago.

He frees himself, stroking his dick at the sight of you and your obvious nerves. “You know what you’re doing, sweet girl?” He asks you with a wicked grin, god something about you just looking at his cock drives him fucking mad. 

“Not really.” You say shakily, resenting the need to be honest. 

He chuckles again, your innocence amuses him, “Come here.” 

You obey, sitting forward and lifting your hands to take a hold of his cock, it gives you a thrill to touch him, to hear his breath change at your action. So you stroke him eagerly until you have the courage to bring your head closer, his hand instantly cupping the back of your head. He guides your lips to his cockhead, sniggering as he taps his tip against your mouth, some of his precum coating your chin. 

You take the initiative to open your mouth and hesitantly stick out your tongue to taste him. It surprises you that it’s not unpleasant and so you settle into it, swirling your tongue around him before parting your lips enough to take his tip, lightly sucking on him. 

He groans, “That’s it, baby. Use your hands.” You obey, resuming stroking him whilst toying with the most sensitive part of his cock. He knows you’re not trying to tease him but fuck, his knuckles are white at the back of your head with the effort not to bury himself down your throat and use you like the little doll you are. 

The grip in your hair hurts a fair bit but it has you tingling and spurs you to try harder, hollowing your cheeks as you attempt to take more of him, you only half succeed, unable to cope when his cock digs into the back of your throat. He moans when your throat spasms around him, the fluttering making his need to cum very apparent. 

William begins to guide your movements a little, battling with the selfish need to fuck to completion and you whine unintelligible protest. It’s a lot to get used to and your panicked eyes say it all when you glance up at him. 

“Fuck.” He hisses when he meets your gaze, his voice hoarse with arousal, “You can do it. Just like that- gonna make me fucking-” You recognise the inability to get out a complete sentence and your pride makes the tears in your eyes worth it. Your thoughts are lewd, you want him to cum, want it in your mouth, you want to taste it. Want to swallow it because you know it’ll please him. 

But it’s cut short at the crisp sound of a car door slamming shut. The hawk like turn of William’s head confirms it, your dad is back, that absolute piece of fuckin- He lets go of you, rushing to right himself as you did the same, moving swiftly across the garden to grab the towel you left by the door. 

You sit back on your sunbed, praying that you don’t look as shattered as William, who’s left high and dry, forced to leave his shirt untucked with the meagre hope that it’ll obscure his raging erection. 

“Fucking hell.” He curses under his breath. He’d laugh if his cock wasn’t throbbing. 

“I’m sorry.” You say quietly, the sound of the front door closing cutting through the empty house. Clearly you dad wanted to be heard, whereas William previously hadn’t. 

“It’s not your fault.” He smirks a little, thinking about how pathetic this situation is. He takes a seat beside you, leaving the respectable amount of distance a middle-aged man should leave his friend’s daughter, whilst trying to think of an explanation for his presence here. 

Your father wastes no time in moving through the house looking for you, his calling yielded no response so he heads to the back garden. Emerging from the door, already speaking, “Hey, y/n. I’m back from- William? Didn’t expect to see you here…” The confusion in your dad’s voice is evident, he’s smiling but his eyes are narrow as he assesses the sight before him. 

You smile at your dad as best you can, glancing at William when he starts speaking, a crack in his confidence that you hope only you notice. “Chris. I was just after dropping off the socket wrench you leant me, I left it in the kitchen.” 

Your dad turns to look back towards the house and you jump in, an idea of an excuse coming to mind. “I was telling him about my book,” Suddenly you’re holding it, as if you were all along and William grins, what a good girl you are. “It’s getting really good, I was probably talking his ear off.” You cross your fingers that your sweet demeanour is enough to settle your dad’s obliviousness.

“No, it does sound good. I’ll have to borrow it.” He manages to deliver it in such a way that it sounds like he’s humouring you, being polite to a young lass’s rambling, it’s sold and your dad bought it. 

“Oh right.” Your dad agrees, smiling at his good daughter who’s so well-mannered and respectful to everyone, he’s proud of you. But so is William. “You want to stay for a cuppa?” He asks his friend and William grins at the fact that your dad isn’t the only mug in the house. 

“Yeah, that’d be nice.” 

He nods, turning to you, “Want one, sweetie?” 

“Uh yes, please.” With a word of understanding, your father heads back in the house to sort the tea out, the very moment his back is turned William leans close to you. 

“Aren’t you a good liar?” He chuckles his voice playfully dark, you smile but look down. You never used to be a good liar, that must be something this has cultivated. That he has cultivated. Still close to you, William speaks low and full of twisted intention, “Finish it, sweetheart.” 

You look at him confused but it quickly dawns on you what he means. “Don’t be crazy, my dad is-” 

He cuts off your sensible reasoning, with some of his own, “It won’t take long. Just with your hand, come on.” There’s an immature glee in his eyes as he takes your hand and quickly undoes his belt with the other, you don’t resist, in fact you’re brimming with excitement. This is so stupid, so dangerous, there’s no lying your way out of your hand in his trousers, maybe that’s what makes it sweeter when he places your hand on his cock. 

You stroke him quickly, your head is on a swivel between the mouth-watering sight of William tilting his head back in pleasure and the door where you’re willing your dad not to appear. There’s no finesse in it, it’s almost frantic, your hand sliding up and down his cock at a fast pace, trying to push him over the edge as quickly as possible. He’s close, all this fucking around has him begging to finish, its almost unpleasant how much he needs to cum and it shows in the near scowl on his face as you get him closer and closer. 

“Shit.” He curses, and you catch the tensing of his body as he finally touches his peak, ridgid as he can’t help but meet your fist as he cums. He spills in your hand, it’s ill thought out some of his release lands in the grass at his feet, but most on himself or trickling down the back of your hand onto the sunbed beneath. Messy and desperate, but he hardly notices through the overwhelming relief. 

You breathe out loudly, realising that you’ve been holding your breath for a fair while in anticipation, you’re almost giddy with excitement. He seems to finally notice the mess because he laughs, reaching for the towel around your body and using a corner of it to try to clean up. It looks pretty fucking bad, but it’ll have to surfice. 

You wait nervously for him to be done so you can also use it to wipe your hands, he recognises what you’re wanting to do but he has a different idea. He snatches your wrist and brings it to his mouth in a pretty startling way, he’s strong enough that you have no say in the matter, and can only watch as he licks his own release off the back of your hand. He sniggers into the action at the look on your face, near horrified, so sexually inept. It makes him want to do the most depraved things just to see that wide-eyed look. It’s gross, you think, to taste himself on your fingers like that, screwed up even, but you can’t deny the way you’re squirming, rubbing your legs together just to feel a sliver of stimulation. 

He’s well on his way to ruining you. 

#fnaf #william afton #william afton x reader #william afton smut #fnaf smut #william afton x you #fnaf william afton #fnaf movie #steve raglan x reader #steve raglan x you

[queenofallimagines]

Needy Embarrassing sex with Sae

A/N: Daydreaming about this mans dick what else is new🙄😒 imagining he’s in charge of helping the new manager get accustomed to the team and he can’t help but let his eyes wander

EDIT: MDNI but here’s an audio reference for y’all who not picking up what I’m putting down💕 twitter link 🥰

Sae:

- this one gave me butterflies Ngl

- Bc I can hear his voice

- Like I said he’s a lot more Tame than Rin so he does have an occasional soft spot

- ESPECIALLY for cute little things who can’t even remember the name of half the teammates they’re managing

- Since he’s the best of the best coach obviously tells him to whip you into shape

- “Try not to scare this one off”

- “Not my fault you signed off on someone who can’t even fill a water bottle”

- The coach is praying for you fr

- Surprised that you take the initiative to approach him first to ask him about things

- “I mean you ARE the star midfielder right? You probably have a good read on everyone and how they work so asking you would be my best bet.”

- Okay he loves a go getter

- Pleasantly surprised that you’re asking good questions

- “I’m trying to get as much info as possible so this becomes second nature.”

- Gives you a through rundown of the schedule and what time they take breaks

- Obviously he’s a diva so he’s the most demanding

- Giving you a tour around the facilities

- “That’s the locker room. Wouldn’t recommend walking by here between the hours of 4:45 and 6pm”

- “…..I’ll keep that in mind.”

- Finds showing you around not annoying

- Once you get to the dorms he’s listing off everyone’s sleeping habits

- “He won’t wake up before 8:30 am so if you can manage that congratulations”

- He’s been eyeing you this entire time but he can’t help it!

- He’s a hard worker so anyone putting in honest effort into anything especially when it pertains to him catches his eye

- Not his fault you look good taking notes and analyzing your surroundings

- Stands back when showing you the rooms so he can sneak a peek at your ass

- You feel him glaring holes into your back but it’s not for the reason you think

- He’s infamous for being kinda a spoiled brat but he produces amazing results so who’s gunna say something to him??

- Lmao not I said the cat

- You don’t even peep his heated gaze until you bump into him walking backwards

- Turning around quickly to apologize before he can catch an attitude his eyes are quite literally undressing you

- This man’s whole life is sports so ofc he’s gunna find a track suit sexy

- Will play it off like he’s not embarrassed for getting caught

- “Cat got your tongue? Don’t tell me you’re just now getting star struck.”

- Mans is giggly asf in the back of his head

- He fr ain’t seen someone catch his eye like this in a while

- Logically getting his dick wet right now would be nice

- But also with the new manager on the first day??

- weighing the options in his head and the way you look up at him and go

- “What about you? What do you want from your manager?”

- He threw caution to the wind

- Everyone else is busy with practice and he can make up some lukewarm ass excuse as to why you guys took so long

- Testing the waters by letting one of his hands rest on your lower back

- Mamma ain’t raise no bitch so he’s relieved you immediately return his energy

- He’s not wasting anymore time and pulls you in for a kiss

- Mans is STARVED for intimacy like this so he’s definitely a little more vulnerable

- Like that’s definitely the reason your lips fit so well against his

- Why your body curves into his so nicely when he carries you to his bed

- Yeah that’s definitely it

- Feeling himself get embarrassingly hard so fast he’s feverishly tugging at your sweatpants

- “Let me make you feel good, there you go.”

- The quiver in his voice isn’t missed

- You have a once in a lifetime free pass to tease THE Itoshi Sae

- PLEASE TAKE IT!!

- Grind your hips into his while tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck and he will let out some of the sweetest moans for you

- It really has been a while the way his hands are shaking to pull off his own clothes

- Pull him down to kiss you, distracting him from his current task

- He’s weak for being pushed around a little

- Throws your legs over his shoulders without warning

- The way he’s got your legs spread wide for him and he’s eye level with what he wants has you avoiding eye contact at all costs

- Moving his head between your thighs he’s damn near moaning with his mouth all over you

- Holds your trembling thighs still right beside his ears as he shamelessly moans into your cunt

- “You taste so fucking good, gonna use my fingers.”

- This man has not had pussy I’m so long he’s acting FOOLISH

- If he even took a moment to BREATHE he would be giving you heart eyes

- The way he’s singing praises while sucking your clit and angling his fingers to hit your g-spot all at once

- Man is filthy, and he’s not at all ashamed like he’s grown

- Spitting on your clit before he starts rubbing it with his thumb

- While his mouth and other hand are busy getting as much of your taste as possible

- The type of man to need to lay a towel down no matter WHAT your doing in bed

- Very “wait I didn’t shave” “did I ask all that??” Energy imo

- He’s gunna have you cumming on his sheets anyway so what do all that matter??

- Looks up and sees you covering your face trying to keep your noises down and that shit don’t fly w him

- “Keep covering your face and I’ll tie your hands to the bed.”

- And he’s dead serious too

- Comes up to kiss you not caring if you taste yourself because he wants to feel your lips THAT bad

- The way he refuses to break eye contact only serves to make you more shy because they’re glossed over with desire

- making sure you can’t squirm away from him has he has you cumming on his fingers

- “Feel good?… Yeah? like how i stretch you out? Let me feel you come undone then.”

- Whew IK he talks you through it😫

- “Keep your eyes open.”

- “S-sae I can’t-“

- “You can and you will, pretty thing.”

- Feels your nails digging into your wrists as you clench around his fingers

- “Ah. Almost there? Make a mess f’me.”

- Almost came in his pants watching your eyes roll back

- Since he IS shameless he’ll lick his fingers clean as you’re forced to watch him

- Dramatic as fuck the way he groans about you tasting good

- “Let me watch you play with it.”

- Watching your small fingers curl inside your pussy as you mewl in embarrassment almost has him intoxicated

- Throwing his damn clothes anywhere

- He’s not too stupid to not tease you a little tho

- “If you’re that shy turn around and hide your face in the pillows”

- Nothing is EVER that easy with him

- Cursing and grunting under his breath as he slips it in

- “How about you set the pace. Fuck me how you want”

- Chuckles as you hide your face in the pillows while fucking back into him

- He knows how to put on a performance before all else too

- “Use my cock cmon, make me proud and fuck me good pretty.”

- He’s moaning like a whole ass pornstar head thrown back and everything

- Trying not to move because this is your “punishment” for being all shy

- Can’t help it when you look back at him face clearly burning and whimpering at how embarrassing this is

- Praising you which makes it even MORE embarrassing

- “There you go” “fuck me till I come cmon” “you can do it”

- Like bro SHUT UP😭

- However the way you’re squeezing him tells otherwise

- When he feels you come around him he grits his teeth and says a small sorry in his head before he shoves your face into the mattress

- Feeling you wrapped about him had him fr loosing his mind

- Might skip all of practice just to keep doing this

- “Mhm, you can cum on this dick.. i wanna see it messy."

- Stretches out his words and talks all slow

- He is an Itoshi though unfortunately

- “W-wait Sae, 's too much, you're too fucking big."

- Has you seeing stars like never before

- Clit pincher🗣️ hair puller🗣️

- “Sayin’ it's too much but whining for more? Can't make up your then mind I’ll decide for you.”

- Pushing you deeper into the mattress with his whole body weight

- Grunts and moans RIGHT into your damn ear because you’re squeezing him so might tighter shouldn’t he tell you how good you’re making him feel?

- “At least your cunt knows what she wants, pretty pussy sucking me in and won’t let go. Want me to fill you up that damn bad?”

- Failed to take into account that all he wants to do now is lay down and spoon you while you cockwarm him

- But alas this is the shared dorm and NOT his apartment

- And he has no clue how long y’all been at it

- Helps you clean up while wobbling slightly

- Makes sure there’s no trace of what yall did but the sheets to his bed being in the washing machine

- Nobody thinks nothing bc he’s an upper class brat who needs things to be pristine

- Some people get suspicious when it happens like 5 times a week though….

- He does all his laundry separate so there’s no one to see how your underwear accidentally falls out the pocket of one of his jackets

- Everyone congratulates you on somehow going above and beyond so well that The Sae Itoshi acknowledged you!

- He didn’t think after the first time that looking at your ass you’d be enough to make him embarrassingly hard in public but oh well

- “Continue in my absence I’m going to check if the manager has the new schedule.”

- A few people see red scratches peeking out his jersey but meh probably just the imagination

#my writing #x black reader #blue lock #bllk #bllk smut #bllk sae #nsft #sae itoshi #sae smut #itoshi sae #my god i love him #I hate his ass too #like I heard some Va talking all slow and I was like yeah that’s him #blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #blue lock scenarios #blue lock x black reader #pussy put him to sleep now he calling me NyQuil #bllk x reader smut #using all the tags bc that ONE mf with their lame ass memes @ the top of the tag #make your own tag on your blog good god bc when I go looking #all I see is youuuu #like I got beef w you on principal :/

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

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[bootleg-nessie]

Predatory Bananas: an Evolutionary Horror

(Pls read, I literally spent HOURS on this <3)

A friend sent me the following video about the various potential methods of banana locomotion. It got me thinking. How would a banana move? Naturally, as an autist with a special interest in evolutionary biology, I took the joke a little too far and wrote a whole piece on the matter, analyzing the feasibility of each method and the changes they’d need to evolve in order to achieve them.

(Video courtesy of Burning Onion Animation on TikTok, they make great content, go check them out)

The first and most likely way bananas would move is if banana trees evolved to spread their seeds through their fruits rolling down hills like the morphology of #1 suggests. The only major mutations that need to happen are a more pronounced curve and increased rigidity to facilitate rolling and absorb the impact from falling from the tree. Overall, evolving to this point is relatively straightforward. #1 is the most feasible and realistic answer.

For bananas to develop motility like in #4 is theoretically possible with the right environmental pressures and with enough time, though much more difficult. I see this working in one of two ways. First, they could evolve rigid structures that change shape depending on moisture content, using natural dry/wet cycles to move a little more each time it rains, much like the seeds of Erodium Cicutarium (pictured below). The fruits of the banana tree would most likely evolve to have hooks on the end of said structures, contracting and pulling themselves forward a little each time they dry out, and relaxing and resetting their grip on the soil each time they get wet.

The second way I could see this happening is if they evolved true locomotion. True locomotion in bananas would take at least a few million years to evolve (probably more like tens of millions), and even then, movement would be incredibly slow. There exists a plant called the “walking palm” (socratea exorrhiza, pictured below) that’s capable of “walking” using its roots, but it can only travel about 20 meters per year in ideal conditions, and has the resources of the entire tree at its disposal, not just that of a single fruit.

While this is the more likely explanation as to how #4 might happen, it’s not what the video depicts. The video clearly shows a banana dragging itself along like an inchworm, indicating motor cells such as those present in Dionaea Muscipula (venus flytrap, pictured below). Whenever this type of movement in plants occurs, it takes an extreme amount of energy and is generally rather inefficient and slow. In addition to this, the banana is moving its entire mass every time, so it’ll have to move much more slowly to compensate. This means that the banana would probably only be able to travel a few centimeters before decomposing beyond the point of functionality. After a few million more years it’s possible that bananas could evolve to travel as far as several meters after falling off the tree, but the further they go, the more fit each individual fruit needs to be, and the more energy and resources they need. Eventually, it’ll reach a point where the energy expenditure will outweigh the benefit and the fruits will stop evolving to travel any further, which I imagine would plateau somewhere in the 0.5 to 3 meter range. However, the fruits still require a significantly higher amount of energy at this point because they’ve evolved to move autonomously, so trees would likely evolve to produce fewer, but more developed fruits as a result. Overall this is the second most likely way bananas would evolve to move, but the video depicts a time lapse, not footage taken in real time.

The next most likely option is #2, which is where things start to get much more interesting. At this point we are quickly beginning to leave the territory of the banana being a fruit and stepping closer towards the realm of the banana being its own independent organism. Whether the banana is still a single fruit from a larger tree depends on if the video is stabilized or not. First, let’s assume that the video has automatically stabilized the banana within the frame. This means that the banana is moving erratically and aimlessly, with the goal of simply moving as far from its origin as it can. The most simple form of this would be a ballistic dispersal method in which the banana grows curved and under tension, falling off the tree when ripe. Upon impact, the tension is released and banana extends, springing itself upward and outward with a single bounce. But this isn’t what the video shows either, it depicts clear and repeated movement, again suggesting the presence of motor cells much like those likely found in banana #4. In this case it probably evolved in roughly the same way as banana #4, but works less effectively due to having a less stable method of traveling.

But what if the video ISN’T stabilized, and the banana’s staying upright all on its own? In the video, the banana isn’t just moving along a single plane with one set of motor cells like the Venus flytrap. It’s full on galloping. This requires multiple groups of motor cells working together in a coordinated effort. This banana has real-time sensory input to orient and stabilize itself. This means that the banana has evolved some sort of internal gyroscope, much like our inner ear that helps it determine what up and down is, and more importantly, angular rotation. While plants have been observed reacting to and even predicting stimuli in ways that still baffle scientists to this day, this is far more complex than any plant every discovered throughout human history. Everything here points to something more, perhaps rudimentary intelligence, dare I even say sentience.

This begs the question: is it even a plant anymore? At this stage it’s evolved sensory organs and can move independently. But why? Organisms don’t evolve the ability to move without reason. This could mean one of three things. First, it could have evolved the ability to run as a means of spreading its seeds further. But this can’t be the answer. Moving more slowly would be way more efficient for a banana in terms of energy expenditure, and spreading seeds the old fashioned way is still perfectly viable, so it wouldn’t have evolved that way due to lack of necessity. This brings us to the first legitimate possibility: the banana is prey. If the banana were prey, then the ability to gallop most likely evolved as a means of escaping predators and to avoid being eaten. This is further evidence that the banana has evolved beyond being a humble plant as this goes completely against the purpose of fruits, which evolved to be eaten on purpose. Now, the banana’s goal isn’t to be eaten so that its seeds may be deposited elsewhere, its primary objective is to survive. At this point it’s relatively safe to assume that the banana no longer comes from a tree, and now reproduces through fragmentation, or perhaps even live birth. Its lack of leaves suggest that it’s evolved beyond being an autotroph and relying on photosynthesis. But if it no longer gets nutrients from a tree, how does it subsist? It must be getting its energy from somewhere. The most likely answer to this is that banana is a herbivore, and gets its energy from plant matter, which contains a lot of the same nutrients that the banana recently used to get by growing on a tree. Overall, this is the third most likely way the banana would evolve locomotion.

But what if it isn’t an herbivore? This brings us to the other possibility: the banana is a predator. The banana that concerns me the most is banana #3. While all the other bananas have undergone major changes to their morphology, banana #3 appears to be identical to any regular banana, yet it still moves. The only way that such movement could be possible is if the banana had some sort of internal mechanism that moves its center of mass around rather quickly within its outer shell, which also requires an internal gyroscope for balance. I know what you’re thinking; “but this is an incredibly complex mechanism, wouldn’t it be easier to evolve one of the other ways?” To which the answer is yes, it would. But this raises another question with an even more alarming answer: why didn’t it? The answer lies in the banana’s identical appearance to that of a typical Cavendish. Clearly, looking like an ordinary banana is central to its survival strategy. At this point, it’s evolved well past the point of being a fruit and has become the first of an entirely new kingdom of sentient creatures descended from plants.

According to my estimates from the video, banana #3 is only able to move at a pace of around a tenth of a meter per second, maybe a quarter or half of a meter at the most. This means that it probably didn’t evolve the ability to move as a means of running from predators. Based on the physics in the video, my best guess as to how the banana moves is through the use of mostly hollow internal chambers with a central mass (probably a calcified seed) suspended by tendons that can move in any direction, accelerating the banana in that direction. Here I’ve collaborated with the massively talented @pholidia to bring my ideas to light.

Picture it. You’re a lone banana farmer in South America. You’re out harvesting your crops when you see a single banana on the ground. It looks a little weird and bruised, but still totally edible. “No good in letting perfectly good produce go to waste” you think to yourself as you pick up the banana. You go to peel it when suddenly, you feel a sharp shooting pain through your hand. You drop the banana, then fall to your knees. You look around for the wasp or whatever it was that stung you, but you can’t find anything. You collapse in a heap on the ground, unable to control your body. It’s at this point you notice the banana start to move. “Are… are those teeth?” you think to yourself. At this point the venom has taken full effect. You are alone and completely paralyzed, unable to do anything besides observe the banana as it starts moving towards you. Sharp teeth and beady black eyes are fully visible now. It ambles towards you clumsily, moving almost as if it were being controlled by invisible strings like a marionette. It reaches you and starts to chew. It is at this moment that you discover, much to your horror, that the venom is merely a paralytic, and not an anesthetic. Helpless to the venom, you can do nothing but watch as your blood slowly drains out onto the ground as the creature consumes you. Slowly, your vision begins to fade to black. You pass out, either from the pain or the blood loss, you’re not really too sure. You take one last look at the creature, then you’re gone forever.

#biology #evolutionary biology #evolution #bananas #plants #darwin #science #botany #banana #r/196 #196 #r/196archive #/r/196 #rule #meme #memes #shitpost #shitposting #autism #stem #cool #funny #plant #cooking #trees #fruit #unreality #joke #funny shit #funny post

[contemplatingoutlander]

Most Republicans aren’t aware of Trump’s various legal issues

"For example, the [YouGov] poll found that most Americans think a conviction would be a fair outcome from Trump’s criminal trials. Among Republicans and those who say they voted for Trump in 2020, though, most would view such a result as unfair. Makes sense, given that most Republicans say they haven’t even heard of the criminal trials." [color emphasis added]

---Philip Bump, columnist for The Washington Post

Well, this is frightening.

Philip Bump once again does an excellent job of analyzing the data to show us the degree to which many Republicans live in an alternate reality. This is a gift🎁link for those who don't subscribe to The Washington Post and want to read he whole article. Below are some excerpts.

There is an assumption, probably particularly among those who cover the news and those who read it, that Donald Trump’s legal travails are common knowledge. [...] But this is a sort of vanity: Just because it is interesting to us certainly doesn’t mean it is interesting to others. Polling released by CNN on Thursday shows that only a quarter of voters seek out news about the campaign; a third pay little to no attention at all. [...] YouGov presented American adults with eight legal scenarios to judge the extent of the public’s awareness. Two were invented: that Trump faces charges related to emoluments or related to drug trafficking. Happily, less than a quarter of respondents said those legal threats actually existed.* The other six were real. The one that was familiar to the most people was the federal classified-documents case that is moving forward in Florida; 6 in 10 Americans said they were aware of that case. The one that had the least awareness was the civil suit in New York in which a judge determined that he’d fraudulently inflated the value of his assets. Just under 50 percent of Americans knew about that. But the pattern among Republicans is clear. At most, 45 percent of Republicans said they knew about legal issues: specifically, the documents case and his being found liable for assaulting the writer E. Jean Carroll. Only a quarter knew about the value-inflation suit, and only 4 in 10 knew about the criminal charges in Manhattan related to the hush money payments to adult-film actress Stormy Daniels.** [color/emphasis added]

[...] It seems very safe to assume this lack of familiarity derives from disinterest in hearing negative information about Trump — and, probably more importantly, the disinterest of conservative and right-wing media outlets to report on them. In May, The Washington Post looked at the extent to which Fox News covered the documents and Daniels cases relative to other cable-news channels. It did so much less frequently. [emphasis added] [...] For example, the poll found that most Americans think a conviction would be a fair outcome from Trump’s criminal trials. Among Republicans and those who say they voted for Trump in 2020, though, most would view such a result as unfair. Makes sense, given that most Republicans say they haven’t even heard of the criminal trials. [color/emphasis added]

Those results look very much like the results YouGov got when it asked Americans which they viewed as a more important issue for presidential fitness: Trump’s indictments or President Biden’s age. About 4 in 10 respondents chose each option. [emphasis added]

It’s important to point out that the responses from independents mostly matched the overall numbers, which is often the case. That means only about half of independents are aware of Trump’s legal issues — potentially meaning there is a large group of Americans who might suddenly learn the details of what’s been alleged if Trump is convicted of a crime. [color/emphasis added] That is the sort of thing that might have a measurable political effect.

_________________________ *Unfortunately 43% of Democrats and 40% of Biden voters thought that the emoluments charges existed. They certainly should exist, but they don't.]

**More troubling to me is that only 42% of Republicans knew about the charges of conspiracy to overturn the 2020 election results, and only 36% of Republicans knew about the charges of attempted obstruction of the 2020 election certification.

#republicans #ignorant of trump's criminal charges #YouGov poll #right-wing propaganda media outlets #fox news #philip bump #the washington post #gift link

[chemzee]

Alright! Tier list of how likely are hpma characters of becoming dateable ( if we ever get the romance option)

Ok so here´s the list in question and my absolutely undenyable scientific reasonings behind each placement. ( /j, I understand my logic ain´t perfect so feel free to disagree)

IT´S GONNA BE VERY LONG SO BEWARE

Very likely tier

aka these characters are pretty much guaranteed to become an option or at least have a really high chance (85-100%)

Daniel: I think this one is like,,,out of question lmao. It´s pretty obvious that if you could date somebody in this game, he would be an option. First and foremost, he´s the only male companion available in the game rn, making him the most fitting male character for this role and you can´t make a romance option with no boys like cmon. Second, he´s one of the most prominent characters in a storyline and is pretty much considered to be one of mc´s closest friends along with Ivy and y´know how it goes. Also, we can take into consideration the "favoritism advantage", as in it´s pretty obvious he along with Cass is the most beloved character by the fandom and I believe it is something you as a dev should take into consideration when making a romance option.

Ivy: pretty much many of the same logic used for Daniel is applied here. She´s tecnically our first friend in the game, she´s one of mc´s closest friends and she is one of the more prominent characters in the story (she, mc and Daniel are at this point the "main trio" of the game), making her the most likely female character to be available as an option. I would say she doesn´t have a really strong "favoritism advantage" as there are less fans liking her than Daniel and Cassandra, but there are some people who seem to like and favor her and tbh I feel like it wouldn´t really affect the decision behind making her an option.

Cassandra: as much as she is supposed to be our "rival" in the game, first of all, Merula from HPHM exists. Second, we still have like, 5 more years (well, 4 tecnically, but you get the point), so there could be a possible chance of her either redeeming herself to some degree or just becoming less antagonistic towards mc. And it´s not like she hates the mc either, I feel like she actually kinda enjoys their company, just has troubles admitting her liking to us. Plus it´s not like dating a "rival character" is something new. But even if we forget about the whole "she´s supposed to be our rival" shtick, she is just a really good option for the romance. AS MUCH AS I HATE GOING OFF VIBES, she really does give of the dateable vibe, sorry. Not to mention the "favoritism advantage" not only from the fans but the developers as well. I would say that given everything, she most likely would be a lot harder to rizz up than Daniel and Ivy, in a sense that it would probably be more time consuming to get her to date us, but I feel like it would be a rather rewarding in the end of a day.

Pretty likely

aka there´s a possibility they won´t be available as an option, but given everything they have a high chance of actually being one (60-84%)

Lottie: I feel like out of the rest of the cast we have, Lottie is the most likely to be dateable, although she´s only availbale as a dancing companion at this moment (hope they fix that fr). The chances are a lot less than the three characters from above, with her not being a very prominent character in the story besides Year 2 and her not having a lot of fans but I feel like she does have a certain probability of being chosen for the role, especially since the more option there are the better. Right??? (she deserves more love btw)

Uhh

aka I have no idea at this point, it really depends (50%)

Colby and Fischer aka Frey twins: I´m gonna be real with you, when I first made this tier list, I had put them in a "unlikely" tier, below Kevin and Robyn, because I felt like given everything the chances were very low. They are not available as companions, they are highly implied to have some of crush on Cassandra and they don´t have a strong "favoritism advantage" even from the devs themselves (this mostly applies to japanese and korean twitter accounts for the game, which "forgot" to post their character cards (you probably know which ones I´m talking about) which contained character description, concept art and voice actors listed (as I do know that along with character from "very likely" tier they were the only ones who had their character description uploaded to the official site, at least in english,so perhaps this point is sorta weak in that regard). But the more I though about it, the more I realised they do have certain probability. Or shall I say, one of them. Yes, I feel like there´s a chance that we could potentially date one of the twins,as in only one of them. Which one is most likely to be dateable? At this point I have no idea, but my bet´s on Colby. That being said, the only possible logical explanation I could give is "we need more than one male option available" and Kevin isn´t likely to be one, so the Freys, especially Colby are the most likely contendants for it. But other than that, it´s just a vibe and gut feeling thing, which is not a very good argument material.

Most likely not

aka the chances are below 50%. It´s not completely out of the question, but I´d say the chances are very low albeit not non existent.

Robyn: in spite of her being a companion character for every game mode except dancing and having certain favoritism advantage, let´s be real here, the affection system behind her is probably only designed to buff her specific character desks. But yeah, girl´s got a crush on Kevin, pretty obvious one at that, so she probably won´t be a dating option. Also a gut feeling moment, I feel like at some point in the story Robyn and Kevin will date eventually, but again, it is a gut feeling, so it´s not an argument material, but yeah.

Kevin: same logic as behind Robyn except he´s not even a companion character so the chances are even lower kfdvjhkfdvjkhl

and that´s the list and my reasons behind each placement

IF YOU REACHED IT THIS FAR THANK U SM FOR READING THIS LIKE FOR REAL YOU GUYS R AWESOME FOR MANAGING TO READ ALL OF THIS!!!

#hpma #magic awakened #harry potter magic awakened #tier list #everyone who read all of it you are a hero fr #also feel free to give your own thoughts #oof man time to do character tags i´m gonna die fr #hpma daniel #hpma cassandra #hpma ivy #hpma lottie #hpma kevin #hpma robyn #hpma colby #hpma fischer #hpma frey twins #daniel page #ivy warrington #cassandra vole #lottie turner #robyn thistlethwaite #kevin farrell #colby frey #fischer frey

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It had been a little while since you’d had a night out in Monaco, not really having proper friends of your own to spend time with. But tonight, you’d be arriving on Charles’ arm to meet his friends in one of the most exclusive clubs in the city. Your bedroom was absolute chaos by the time your teammate arrived, you’d tried on every outfit under the sun trying to find something expensive looking but not something that would make you overdressed.

“You could show up in jeans and a t-shirt and still be the prettiest girl there, y/n.” He hummed, pushing a pair of heels to the side with his foot, perching on the edge of your bed as you held up two options in front of yourself in the mirror.

The driver was wearing an expensive jacket over a black T-shirt and some nice trousers. His outfit was topped off with a couple of rings and a necklace, he looked gorgeous. You could smell his aftershave as well, it was enticing. But all you could focus on was not looking too over the top compared to him.

You groaned, turning your attention back to your own outfit. “Men have it so easy. I have to put in just the right amount of effort so I look good but also it doesn't look like I’m trying too hard… I also don’t want to dress too provocative or else people will just think the worst of me I’m sure.”

He stood up and stood behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “We don’t have to do this if it’s stressing you out. It’s not part of the itinerary.”

“I want to do this, I do. It’s just a little daunting… What do you think of this?”

It was a simple black dress, nothing too out there but you knew with the right styling it could look expensive. He nodded and left you to get dressed but not glancing back over his shoulder to close the door, getting the tiniest glimpse of your bare back as you pulled your shirt over your head. Charles dragged his gaze away, knowing it was wrong of him to spy on you, so he sat down on your sofa to take in your flat. There weren’t a lot of photos but just enough to make it feel like it was your place - he cautiously picked up a picture frame from the coffee table and smiled. Since your message last night, you’d put the photo of the two of you and Max on the podium in Belgium in pride of place. Cute.

His breath caught in his throat as you stepped into the room, the dress fit you in all of the right places but was still elegant. You raised a brow at him. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Sorry… you just look… wow.” He chuckled, cheeks flushed as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “You tidy up pretty well.”

You smiled, grabbing a bag and tossing some essentials into it. “Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

Charles watched as you gave yourself a final touch up in the mirror - only blushing more when you caught him looking again. He offered his hand to you and when you took it he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“If it gets too much at any point, we can leave. You want to take a jacket?”

“Well, boyfriend, I wasn’t going to so you could offer me your jacket later when you see me shivering and regretting my decisions.” You hummed, brushing down his jacket lightly - making sure it laid flat. “Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect.”

He almost lent in to kiss you but he caught himself, what the fuck was that. Instead he gave you a gentle smile and led you downstairs to the car waiting outside to take you to the club - you couldn’t help but notice that the entire time he just seemed to instinctively have a hand on you. Whether it was the small of your back, across your shoulders or resting lazily on your thigh, fingers drumming across your skin like they were as the car drove you to the club.

It felt nice. You weren’t used to affection but from Charles it always felt so natural, so easy. Team Thirty probably hadn’t intended to give you the best fake boyfriend but they’d definitely done it. He was just so easy to be around.

“You okay? You’re quiet.” He asked, smiling sweetly as you lifted your eyes to meet him.

“Just a little nervous is all. But, I’ve got you so I’ll be okay.” You rested your head on his shoulder. “Do you reckon Pierre and Max will remember me?”

Charles hummed softly. “Max maybe. Pierre checked you out in the paddock the other day and it didn’t click.”

“Charming.” A soft giggle escaped you. “Shall we?”

As the car pulled up outside the club, the driver was the first to step out - ever the gentleman, he offered you his hand so you could step out easier in your dress. There was a large queue outside, but the security guard didn’t even hesitate to let you both in, Charles thanking him as you slid past the crowd.

He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze as you walked through the club together, the music was loud but thankfully due to its exclusive nature it wasn’t very packed. The driver expertly weaved through the club until he saw his friends.

“Alright mates?” Charles grinned, giving each of them a handshake across the table. “Boys, this is y/n. And y/n this is Pierre, Max and Daniel.”

“Y/n y/l/n right?” Max said, shaking your hand.

“That’s me.” You smiled softly, sliding into the booth beside Charles, his arm draping across your shoulder. “You remember me after all these years?”

“You haven’t changed a bit.” He teased, raising a playful brow.

Daniel lent forward a little, taking a sip of his beer. “How do you two know each other?”

“We all used to cart together.” Charles explained. “Yes, Pierre, including you.”

“Wait. You’re little y/n y/l/n?!” The Frenchman gasped. “Oh wow, Max is wrong, you’ve changed a lot…”

Charles snapped his fingers in front of Pierre’s face. “Hey, stop staring.”

Pierre chuckled, tearing his eyes away from you. “So the other day when you said she wasn’t interested?”

You raised a playful brow at your teammate. “He’s been cautious of telling people about us, considering he’s my boss and all, right love?”

Charles nodded eagerly, thankful you’d helped him - he lent in to press a kiss to your cheek. “Exactly, but we’ve had our chat with HR now and it’s all clear so we’re being a bit more open with it now.”

“Well, you’re very cute together.” Daniel smiled, tipping his bottle towards you both. “I do remember you being a promising upcomer in GP3 back in the day, what happened there?”

The driver beside you gave your shoulder a squeeze, reassuring you. You simply shrugged. “Lost my seat, didn’t win the championship so they didn’t want to keep risking having a girl on the team. But Ferrari offered me a job on the F1 team and I thought it would at least keep me in the sport.”

Pierre and Daniel both nodded as if they understood but your story didn’t sit right with Max. You being a girl had never stopped you before - in fact you made sure it didn’t. But he didn’t point it out, you hadn’t seen him in years and maybe you just weren’t comfortable telling the truth. He watched as you gave your boyfriend a kiss on the cheek before leaving the table to grab you both a drink.

“How did you two happen then? You’ve known her for years.” The Dutchman asked.

“Just wasn’t the right time for us, but we’re both pretty settled where I am now and so is she. We got to talking at a bar once and the rest sort of just fell into place… she’s really great. I’m almost annoyed that I didn't notice sooner.” Charles explained, making sure to keep the details vague but detailed enough to be believable.

The four of them all glanced over to you at the bar, Charles’ smile fond. You were drumming your fingers across the countertop, waiting for your drinks, when you heard your name. Surprisingly, it was Lewis - approaching you with a kind smile.

“Lewis, hey. You remember me?” You asked, surprised that he’d remember a random Ferrari staffer as he leant against the bar beside you.

He looked particularly expensive tonight - you were sure almost everything he was wearing was worth more than your entire salary. You returned his smile and turned to face him a little.

It wasn’t really a shock he was here - it was more that he was talking to you. “Of course, you saved my arse in the paddock the other day. There was no one outside the exit you mention.”

“Well, you're welcome.”

“Can I buy you a drink?” His eyes were intense even under the lights of the club - your cheeks flushed a little but you shook your head, gesturing over to your table where your interaction with the 7 time champ hadn’t gone unnoticed.

“I’m actually here with Charles.” You said, as the bartender slid your drinks in front of you. “Thank you though, always nice to see you, Lewis.”

“I should probably come say hi. Lead the way.” The Brit smiled, gesturing over towards the table.

The group you left quickly pretended they hadn’t been watching the entire conversation between you and Lewis as the driver approached behind you. As soon as you sat in the booth, Charles slipped his arm around your waist and pulled you into his side.

“Hey guys, good to see you.” He said, giving them each a fist bump. “Didn’t realise you were friends with y/n.”

“Didn’t realise you knew her at all.” Charles countered, raising a brow - eyes not leaving Lewis’, almost challenging the Brit.

Lewis simply chuckled. “Yeah she helped me escape the paddock a couple days ago… anyway, nice seeing you guys. Enjoy your night. See you around y/n.”

You gave him an awkward wave and sank into Charles’ side as Lewis walked away. The Monaco driver pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Did you just get hit on by Lewis Hamilton?”

“…he offered to buy me a drink, that’s it.” You admitted, looking in his eyes. “I’m your girl, Charles. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

He nodded. “Okay, I trust you.”

You hadn’t even realised Pierre had left the table until he returned with a tray of shots. “Let’s get this party started! Cheers!”

The rest of the night was a little blurry, the liquor burned through your veins as you danced away. You couldn’t remember the last time you laughed so hard and when a warm pair of hands settled on your waist you simply lent back into Charles’ chest.

“Having fun, love?” He chuckled, pulling you closer as you gave him a drunken grin.

“So much.” You hummed, turning around to face him - looping your arms around his neck. “Thank you for this.”

“Hey, you should thank Pierre if anyone… but I just thought you should know, we’ve been spotted.”

You peered over his shoulder, a group sat at a nearby table were snapping photos of you both - shouting to each over the music but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. Instead, you brought your gaze back to Charles - eyes flickering across his face.

“Well, then maybe we should give them something to talk about.”

Before he could ask what you meant, you took his face in your hands and pressed your lips to his. Barely a moment passed before he kissed you back - you could taste the alcohol on his tongue. Was this probably against the plan your PR team had crafted? Most definitely. But you didn’t care. Not with the alcohol buzzing through your veins.

But as the fates would have it, not a single one of the photos would be clear enough to identify you or Charles. You wouldn’t find that out until the next morning but that still didn’t stop you from putting much more into it than you definitely should have.

When you pulled back, Charles’ eyes bore into yours - his chest rising and falling. You raised a playful brow. “Reckon that was believable enough?”

His laugh was contagious, his eyes crinkled at the sides. “Oh most definitely…”

“I hate to be the responsible grown up here.” You hiccuped. “But we should get some water so we’re not absolutely hanging.”

He groaned, resting his forehead against yours. “This is much more fun...”

You giggled. “I know, but you’ll thank me tomorrow.”

The Monegasque let you take his hand and lead him over to the bar - reluctantly drinking the glass of water you ordered for him. Daniel came up behind you and raised a brow. “Water?”

“We’re being good, old man. Maybe you should try it.” You teased playfully, making the Aussie crack his trademark smile.

“I like her.” He hummed. “And, young lady, I’ll have you know, I’ve only had two drinks.”

“My apologies!” You held your hands up defensively. “I like you too by the way.”

“Cheers to that.”

Max watched you interact with his former teammate from across the club, he was still sitting with Pierre at the table. The Frenchman was engrossed with something on his two phones, so Max nudged him.

“Do you buy it?”

Pierre didn’t look up. “Buy what?”

“Charles and y/n. Something’s off…”

This time the Frenchman looked up and frowned at his friend, before his eyes flickered over to you and Charles. He couldn’t help but notice the way his childhood friend held you so easily, his arm around your waist as you lent into him. “I don’t know, I think they’re cute.”

“Does it not feel really out of the blue?”

“Not really. She’s hot, he’s a good looking guy… just let them do their thing.” Pierre defended you both, clueless to why Max was so confused by your new relationship with Charles.

He patted his friend on the shoulder before leaving the table to join the rest of you at the bar - leaving Max to question you and Charles alone. He knew Pierre had a point, but there was just something that didn’t add up. Max just didn’t believe your story about leaving GP3 and now suddenly you were dating Charles? It just seemed out of nowhere.

You could feel a gaze burning into the back of your head and when you turned to see Max studying you - it made you nervous. Maybe, he could figure out the relationship was fake but there was no way he could figure out you were Thirty from just one night out.

…right?

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[project-sekai-facts]

The next Broadcast Station will be held on the 24th, featuring Isobe-san, Furirin, Honchan, and Daichan. The guest during the VOCALOID Music SEKAI segment this time will be Yuuyu-P.

It's pretty likely that Furi and Honchan are here to promote the MMJ World Link event next month. Isobe-san might just be here because she was one of the only people available on the day, because there's definitely not a Leo/need event in May considering Saki's 5th event is the next event.

As for Daichan, although I previously said that the April limited event was incredibly likely to be An's 5th event, there is a small possibility of it being Nene's 5th (with Rui and a vsinger as the other lims). Alternatively, the event after MMJ WLE could be a WxS event, though if this is the case it will probably be Emu5 or maybe Tsukasa5, since Nene is very likely to be a wedding lim this year. I think this is the most likely option.

And a month in advance, I still think Ena/Nene lims for the wedding event is likely. Entirely because of the amount of characters who don't have 6 lims and the amount of characters who don't have a wedding 4*, and them being two of the only characters who fit both categories. Probably with Mafuyu or a virtual singer (Luka?) as the 3rd lim. Or they decide to start giving out 7th lims lol.

We'll also be getting more info about the Touhou collab during this stream!

#mod talks #speculation

[torchship-rpg]

Dev Diary 13 - New Subsystems

Alright, it’s been a while since our last Dev Diary, because we’re been doing a lot of rewriting (and because medical stuff delayed my ability to write a lot for a while). We’re currently working on writing up a new playable draft of the game incorporating lessons learned from the hasty Metatopia rewrite, building new systems to achieve what the first draft did in a smaller and better footprint.

With that in mind, I thought I’d talk about two new subsystems added to the game to make running things smoother in response to playtests, which helps mechanise some of the more abstract issues and sticking points in test games; sensor rules and factions.

Sensors & Scale

In my experience, an issue that arises in almost any Star Trek inspired roleplaying game is that most players are naturally much more cautious than the protagonists of your average television show, and correspondingly are more likely to sit snug in their spaceship for longer and roll lots of scanning rolls when the exciting story thing would be to go and take a look directly (and thus get in interesting trouble). This was a problem that occurred in some of the old playtest Torchship quests, in the metatopia games, and even in some of my brushes with Star Trek Adventures and other similar RPGs long ago.

To get around this, we’ve written up a system for sensors in Torchship which makes it very explicit what they can and can’t discover called Scale. Every sensor has one or more Scales it operates at, in a scale from 1 (microscopic) to 8 (interstellar telescope). This gives both a range you can see things from, and what information you can discover from that distance.

Under this system, a scanner which can gather information from farther away will, inherently, gather less specific information than one which scans closer. A Scale 4 scanner which works on ranges of tens and hundreds of kilometres is also one which lacks the resolution to easily recognize individual people or tools, so if you wanted to find a specific person you’re going to struggle doing it with that Scale of scanner. Fortunately, your hand scanner is a Scale 2-3 device which is perfect for that sort of work, thought limited in range to metres and kilometres so you’ll need to actually get off your butt and into the adventure.

These are soft limits, not hard stops; you can take penalties to scan beyond your normal range or for finer detail than you can normally identify, and higher-tech scanners are better for this because they roll more dice to absorb those penalties, but these limitations mean that gathering the information you need to fill out Checklists and complete objectives will often require you to go down and point a hand scanner at it, or even gather samples to take back to the microscope lab on the rocket.

Of particular note is the ‘orbital gap’, a deliberate hole in the system between Scale 4 and Scale 5. When you’re in low orbit trying to scan the surface of a world, you will almost always be doing with at least one Range penalty, and probably more because high-tech Scale 4 sensors are uncommon on most large spacecraft. This very purposefully makes it inconvenient to just wait upstairs until you roll good enough to see what you want to see; at the very least you will want to take out your shuttle to get close enough to use it without penalty.

You get to choose which scales your spacecraft’s sensors have when you do character creation, which has lots of interesting implications as you try to fit it into the limited options. Do you leave a gap in your sensor coverage in the midband for wider coverage? Do you mount smaller sensors you have to get very close to use? Do you sacrifice some of your short-range detail for long range resolution?

This also makes it easy for us to build sensors into other tools, sensors you can repurpose. Your point defence turrets might have lower-tech specialised radar emplacements at Scale 4 for picking up and tracking incoming missiles, for example, and when you encounter something invisible to your tachyon sensors it makes perfect sense to repurpose it!

A Star Patrol vehicle with a massive tachyon sensor pickup ideal for scanning other star systems across interstellar space, but which is probably going to have a bit of difficulty focusing on something tiny right in front of it.

Factions

The other portion of new mechanics has to do with the diplomatic and political side of the game. As we sat down with the new draft, we made a bunch of notes as we looked over what, exactly, this game needed from first principles before re-adding things, and we came back around to the conclusion that the game should explicitly and distinctly focus on three spheres of Exploration, Politics, and Combat, each of which should have dedicated subsystems which could carry an entire campaign on their own. 

We had a strong scientific element in the Checklists and we have interesting combat mechanics, but Politics was lacking in that; while we had ways for players to interact with groups, we didn’t have much mechanical distinction for what those groups were or how they related to one another. This is where the new Factions mechanic comes in.

When you visit a society in conflict, you will find multiple Factions there. Each Faction is a simple mechanical framework for a movement or ideology inside the society that wants something, with a defined membership and a reason they want to have power over their society. Key to this is the Faction’s Influence, a single arbitrary number that tells you how much power the Faction has over their society.

The faction with the greatest Influence is the Ruling Faction, and they matter because the Ruling Faction is the only one whose promises to Star Patrol get kept at the end of the Episode. You can negotiate trade deals for a planet’s titanium reserves with the labour unions all you want; if the Labour faction isn’t in charge by the end of the episode, you don’t get anything from it. 

This is coupled with the fact that every Faction has a simple binary opinion of Star Patrol; either they like and trust you or they don’t. Factions are like pilots in that way, though unlike pilots they do have object permanence in the sense that they remember Promises. Promises are mechanically binding agreements to give things to one another, though they only get upheld if the Faction likes you at the end of the Episode (and, again, if they are the Ruling Faction).

If you want to negotiate with a Faction, you have to exchange Promises; Factions don’t do anything for free no matter how well you roll, though you can still negotiate with communication rolls to get better deals. Promises can be immediate aid, like getting supplies for your rocket or their support in a mission, but they can also be resources over long terms at the end of the Episode, in the form of Credits from you and valuable resources, political alliances, or military aid from them.

What makes things interesting is that a Ruling Faction which does not have the majority of the Influence in play with all the Activate Factions is unstable. When things are unstable, Factions have a tendency to make lots of big promises to Star Patrol in exchange for help, often blindly agreeing to trade away things they really need because having the local superpower arbitrate their conflict and hopefully decide in their favour (or even just put the issue to rest, honestly) is worth more to them now than material riches or obligations that are currently meaningless to them. 

An unstable society is a big opportunity for the Star Union, but one you have to navigate with care.

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