#loudmouth mercenary

[pampanope]

Graves Headcanons from Shadows’ POV (Part 1):

((Or, i wanna share some silly hc in this format in between all the art stuff • 3•))

Every Shadow, from the grizzled Spec Ops operator to the fresh faced civilian, no matter what background or experience, always had Graves as that one topic of gossip they turned to when things got too slow.

It’s become both habit and sport to catalog every detail of their Commander and then discuss their findings in a twisted peer review, preferably with alcohol involved, as if gathering intel on a high value target before the op.

Through the years it had been tradition for Elder Shadows to pass on Graves ‘lore’ to the newest Shadows and encourage them to take up the hobby of Graves Watching (it’s effective observation training, you see…if you happen to catch feelings for the boss, well, it’s par for the course)

There’s a ‘published’ (a fat binder of loose leaf) Graves Manual floating around,(bland cover and backing and with dick doodles all over for extra camouflage, pockets full of photos of the Commander from various angles) on base with multiple entries:

- first notable observation: Graves is fucking pretty. Too pretty (and relatively young) to be head of a band of mercenaries. And he knows he’s pretty (been seen smirking at tongue tied, blushing baby Shadows and civilians alike). Rival PMCs and militaries, on the rare chance SC has to cooperate with them, would ogle in envy as the Commander strutted around and barked orders in his tight preferred BDUs (the Shadows preen with pride at this. Every. Damn. Time)

- Graves is every bit the outspoken Texas stereotype. He’s loud, worships at the alter of Texas Barbecue, an avid Dallas Cowboys fan (staff found a jersey in his closet), had been winning gun competitions since he was old enough to compete (off-hand boast from the man himself) and blasts country music both out of love for the genre and out of sadistic spite (Every cookout. The trick is to get a stealthy Shadow to switch playlists while Graves is busy grilling)

- but he’s also been observed waiting for his Shadows to finish speaking, listening intently with full on eye contact (a bit overwhelming for the newbies). He prefers to workout in the evenings, alone, when everyone else would be in the rec rooms or asleep. He’ll take his tablet up to the roof and work in solitude drafting tedious emails or planning a difficult op. There are days, when nothing of note is scheduled, when he’ll almost retreat into himself and bask in the Company’s presence instead of engage.

- it’s this duality that started the Shadows’ fixation on Graves: a pretty loudmouth with Depth (the Shadows chuckled over this description but it was true dammit)

-the man is tight lipped about his childhood and family; braver Shadows have asked but were diverted to other topics or out right shut down (Note: more data needed on this!)

-his personal quarters are spotless and put together (bed made with sheets tightly tucked in, boots shined and neatly placed, everything in its place), his meeting room where he entertains clients is pristine and posh in furnishings, and yet his work office is an utter disaster, organized chaos is a charitable descriptor.

-the Shadows conclude each room represents a facet of the man; the orderly quarters is habit driven from years as a Marine, the opulent meeting room is the face of a successful CEO he wants to present to the world, and his work room, the one filled with binders, reports, coffee stains, knick knacks from his Shadows, is the realest representation of Graves out of the three, the Graves only they were privy to (high fives were exchanged over this big brain discovery, the Shadow who posited this theory was promptly dog piled)

((More to come, just wanted to vomit out these ✨t h o u g h t s✨))

#new to writing but this was fun! #phillip graves #shadow company #call of duty #mwii #mwiii #thoughts #my stuff

[maagicmushies]

Naruto is a bad ninja. That's like baby’s first Naruto criticism. This is supposed to be a manga about ninja, yet its main character is a loudmouth clad in bright orange who has never even heard of the word subtlety. There are even large stretches of the manga where he is one of the weakest main characters, so he’s even failing at the manga’s specific definition of a ninja. He is just horrible at it. But one thing that I never hear a lot of people mention is that Naruto is a bad ninja by design, he needs to be.

The Land of Waves Arc serves two main functions. The first is easing the reader or viewer into the world of shinobi on a very “scientific” level. You learn what chakra is, what the three main types of jutsu are, what chakra control is, how ninja rank works, what kekkei genkai is and so on and so forth. Everything that would be in a textbook to be studied by entry level ninja is in this arc. The second function is a look into the world of shinobi on a more “ideological” level in the second half. Ninja take on jobs, but rarely do they take on jobs for other ninja. They mainly take on jobs for local feudal lords or crime lords who wish to use these strengths for political purposes. In this way, Naruto’s ninja are sorta like mercenaries. Ninja are expected to kill the people who they have culture and shared experiences with for the sake of people who really couldn't care less about them. Their intelligence is their most valued aspect and emotions can compromise that so a trained ninja can’t even cry. As Zabuza says, a ninja is just a tool to be used by their employer and anyone who cannot do that, is a bad ninja.

One of the most genius things about this arc is that almost every named ninja we see ends up breaking a vital rule of the ninja code. Haku and Sasuke sacrifice their lives for loved ones, compromising their mission in the process while Sakura, Naruto and Zabuza are reduced to blubbering crying messes by the end. They all failed at being ninja because to be a ninja is to cast away your humanity, something that isn’t really possible. By the end of the first arc, the series has planted the idea that being a ninja isn’t something to be desired. Ninjutsu and throwing stars are cool, but this ideal of a “real” ninja is so cynical and cold that anyone who could pull it off perfectly would be as miserable as they are abhorrent. Trust me, we’ll get back into that. The arc ends with Naruto deciding that he’ll find his own ninja way. A way to be a ninja that is not synonymous with pain and cruelty.

Following the Land of Waves we go to the Chunin Exams, the stock tournament arc of the series. One thing that sets Naruto’s tournament arc apart from a more standard one is that winning isn’t the primary goal. Anyone who has watched the show or read the manga might say “Of course winning isn’t the primary goal, Shikamaru lost, yet was the only Konoha genin to promote”, but becoming Chunin isn’t even the main goal of the Chunin exams. The main goal of the Chunin Exams is to show off a nation’s talent, both as an advertisement to would-be employers and as a flex to rival villages to show what they have in store for them if they try to start a war. It was created as a form of deterrence, a ninja equivalent to broadcasting a video of your nation’s rocket capabilities. Ironically, this “mock war” ends up turning into a real war as Orochimaru uses it as a smoke screen for his real invasion. Naruto comes into the exams pretty unprepared as a fighter, but very prepared emotionally. He speaks to the demons inside of Neji and Gaara, desperately wanting to ease the pain that they’re going through. He can’t stand the idea of losing them, just like he lost haku so he talks to them like they’re people and not weapons and it resonates. The two would end up becoming lifelong friends with Naruto as a result and it had jack shit to do with his skill as a ninja. He succeeded with them because he was a person to them.

The Search for Tsunade arc is not too important for this analysis, but does introduce an idea that will become important later where Jiraiya purports that a real ninja is “one who endures”. This isn’t just fancy waffling but how the literal kanji for the word “ninja” can be broken down. That’s why, in Jiraiya’s eyes, being a ninja is not about being the most efficient or knowing the most jutsu. It’s about never giving up even when everyone else wants you to. It is what he has done his entire life and what he teaches Naruto to do. However, this is far from the only interpretation of “one who endures”. Sasuke’s flashbacks of how he remembers Itachi is massively important to our understanding of ninja because Itachi is the perfect ninja. Remember that “One Who Endures” thing? Yeah, Itachi takes that to the extreme because he thinks that it is a viable path for a shinobi to be hated by all. If that lets them do their job to the best of their ability, so be it. That’s why he handles the Uchiha coup like he does. He becomes hated by his entire village, the entire world and hated most of all by the person he loved the most. But Itachi got his job done. He did it so well that no one ever knew he was doing a job at all.

If Itachi is what lies at the end of all shinobi, if all of them got to be "perfect", we’d have entire clans and communities getting slaughtered by well meaning people just wishing to prolong the existence of the village by a couple of years. Itachi’s partner Kisame has a very similar backstory. In fact, you could argue that all of the Akatsuki are perfect shinobi. All young prodigies who were allowed to exercise cruelty because that’s what their job called for and simply got cut off by the people who weren’t able to handle the monsters that they created. It’s no coincidence that this group of ninja who were all able to be better ninja at the cost of their humanity all show some form of body horror or inhumanity in their design.

This pertains most to Sasori, one of the main villains of the Kazekage Rescue Arc. Sasori was clearly traumatized but no one in the sand cared because he was able to channel that trauma into his incredible skill with puppet ninjutsu. And then when he became more and more broken over time, creating human puppets and assassinating Kazekage, they tried to act as if they had no hand in that. However, just like Zabuza and Gaara before him, Sasori could not fully discard his humanity. He tried to replace so much of his human body with puppetry but he was never able to get rid of his heart, poetically. The same goes for Sai in the next arc, who has been trained from birth to kill off all individuality. Even before his big turn, Sai constantly laments over the fact that despite trying so hard, he can never get anyone to truly like him. It’s natural that as humans we crave connection and want to love. The more you try to act like this is a lie, the more you end up like a Sai. And no one likes Sai.

A similarly unlikable character would be Kakashi during the events of Kakashi Gaiden. Another ninja capable of putting the job above all his personal connections and he constantly disrespects his friends and own father. Sakumo Hatake was incredibly strong, but far from the perfect ninja I’ve been describing. He decided to abandon a mission partway, which saved his allies but inconvenienced his employer. The derision he faced was enough for him to commit suicide. In Kakashi’s eyes, his father was a coward, but to Kakashi’s best friend Obito? Sakumo was a hero. He might have been a bad ninja, but if caring about people you love makes you a bad ninja, then good ninja do not need to exist. Obito holds this opinion not as a villain, but as a rather heroic child with shocking similarities to Naruto. When he later fights Naruto, Naruto ends up appealing to Obito by empathizing with his beliefs about the ninja world. It sucks! His best friend’s life was ruined by a “perfect” ninja, he spent his entire life being hated and used because the ninja code for Jinchuriki was to roll them out as weapons during war time and then shamefully hide them during peacetime. Naruto knows why Obito would want to tear it down because he also wants to. They just have differing methods of how to.

The same goes for Sasuke when he rises up to become the final villain of the series. Sasuke recognizes the poison on the ninja world, what it does to people like him, his brother his best friend, Hashirama and Madara, every ninja in existence. That is why he wishes to forge a new path, killing off the ruling class and uniting all against him. It’s essentially what Itachi did, but on a global scale. Sasuke’s plan is bad and fails because it relies on embracing a ninja truth and the antithesis of the series - severing one’s bonds. Every single arc time and time again we come to learn that this idea of “severing bonds” does not work, it cannot work. The pit of loneliness you’re left in will kill you or warp you to a point where you’re no longer human. Naruto’s answer is forming an unbreakable bond between all people. Disrespecting and blurring the artificial line between class, between village, between civilian and ninja. The Great Naruto Bridge from the Land of Waves is a little cheesy, but emblematic of his final role in the story. Through his kindness he becomes able to link all together and he didn’t do this by being a good ninja. He did it by being a pretty bad one.

#long post #mucho texto #naruto #naruto analysis #i could probably spend ages talking about what it means to be a ninja in naruto #and how every character interprets that differently #a character like itachi weaponizes deception to influence the world around him #but the same could be said about a character like sakura who frequently lies to naruto under the guise of protecting him #and as much as people want to act like that's a sakura exclusive flaw it isnt #its just what ninja are pushed to do #emotions are just another tool to be used in this system

[groovygladiatorsheep]

Have my ocs from a world I made :] they’re one of the main characters !

Thé character with butterfly ears is Ellis, and the one with pale skin is Edenyn <3

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Info :

Ellis -

- Ellis uses all pronouns ! It started when Edenyn found him, and just decided that she would be all pronouns because he couldn’t decide. The best of all world ?

- Ellis is not so quiet, it’s more that they listen and learn rather than bring a loudmouth.

- The butterfly wings glows in the dark !!

- currently a teenager.

- While she doesn’t often have expressions, he smiles when comfortable or when people they trust !!

- Likes to discover new worlds, as in their universe, planets are connected through path that allows people to visits everywhere.

Edenyn -

- Ellis’s adoptive father

- Tired guy, want nothing more than to raise his kid, and is ready to do a lot to achieve that.

- Always try to find a purpose in life, since that’s how he was created.

- when the wings near his face opens, a fade of multiple colour shine <3

- used to be a mercenary

- He always tries to stay strong so that Ellis can be the safest possible, but you can often hear him crying at night.

- Cold with a lot of people, as a way to protect himself from harm again. Often surprised when people are nice to him.

Ellis feat @oatsynalliums oc Yuu <3

#mdraw #my ocs are my children #my ocs #my oc drawing #Ellis #monarch butterfly #Eden #Edenyn #I should make a tag for their stuff #ref #character references #original character #original world #original work #I plan on making comics with these twos !!! #stay tuned !!!

[mcytrecursive]

Nomination Overview - Found Family

And this is a popular tag, as it turns out! Of 111 nominations so far, 14 of them are tagged with Found Family, from a half-a-million-word-epic to a 2k fic.

Title: catbag Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43929327/chapters/110455053 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: supinetothestars Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Tubbo & TommyInnit, Nihachu & TommyInnit, Quackity & Wilbur Soot Characters: TommyInnit, Tubbo, Wilbur Soot, Philza, Technoblade, Dream, Quackity, Jack Manifold, Nihachu, GeorgeNotFound Length of the work: 60,459 words (incomplete) Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, AU, Family, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Superhero/Superpower AU Type: Fic Summary: Tommy's called Blindspot for a reason. He’s not invisible, as he’s reminded Dream time and time again - people can definitely see him. They just don’t notice. He blends into plain sight, totally diverting all attention like water off of a duck. Usually, anyway. Orpheus, however, stiffens a little as Tommy draws nearer. He starts glancing around, as if struck by sudden paranoia. Tommy draws up in front of him, staff clenched in one hand, and Orpheus starts turning as if to check behind him. “What’s that,” Orpheus mutters. “Who’s there-“ Tommy pulls his staff back and slams it into Orpheus’s stomach, hard. Orpheus stumbles. He wheezes, choking, and then looks up at Tommy and fixes him with a burning stare. “Who the fuck are you,” Orpheus says, eyes wild and oddly delighted. “Where were you hiding?” __ Suspected of betraying the Hero Guild, Apprentice hero Tommy (A.K.A. Blindspot) is put under Security Protocol Catbag: a locked-on noise cancelling mask equipped with truth gas. His mentor, Dream, calls it a necessary teaching tool. Meanwhile, SBI wants to know why their least favorite loudmouth little Hero has suddenly stopped talking.

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Title: Scarecrow AU (When The Sunlight Dies) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2556517 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: personalized_radio, bramble_patch (Marianne_Dashwood) Relationships: Dream/GeorgeNotFound, Quackity/Karl Jacobs/Sapnap, Quackity/Jschlatt Characters: Karl Jacobs, Dream, GeorgeNotFound, Sapnap, Quackity, Jschlatt, Wilbur Soot, DreamXD Length of the work: 511,877 words Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, AU, Dark Fic, Drama, Family, Fantasy AU, Friendship, Found Family, Horror, Hurt/Comfort, Kidfic, Romance, Royalty AU Type: Fic Summary: It's been three months since the coup. Three months since Sapnap, a knight, and George, his prince, have been chased out of their home. Three months of being on the run, trying to find a safe way out of Kinoko without being caught by the president's mercenaries or an opportunistic bounty hunter. It's hard, but it would be a lot easier if he didn't have to worry about George's sudden taste for wandering. Or the two guides that have worked their way into his group, promising them a safer way out of the kingdom. And it would be a whole lot easier if Sapnap wasn't flying solo, doing a job made for two. And then there's the Godling to worry about. Yeah. That's a whole thing. (Summary is for "When The Sunlight Dies", the first story in the series)

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Title: Blood Brothers (Blood God!Tommy AU) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2714209 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: lockergirl Relationships: Tommy & Technoblade & Philza & Wilbur, Wilbur & Quackity, Quackity/Karl/Sapnap Characters: Tommy, Technoblade, Philza, Wilbur, Quackity Length of the work: 85,937 (for the whole series, the first three fics in the series make a complete story but the series is incomplete) Genre: Angst, AU, Fantasy AU, Found Family, Humour, Hurt/Comfort Type: Fic Summary: A series of fics in which Tommy is the Blood God, and he gains his followers (family) through a series of fortunate and unfortunate events.

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Title: i can be the one you call Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2051148 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: mayflowers07 Characters: Hermitcraft Ensemble, Evil Xisuma (Exiona) Length of the work: 143,821 words (marked not complete, but the main storyline is finished) Genre: Angst, AU, Character Study, Domestic/Slice-of-life, Drama, Family, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt-no-comfort, permadeath AU (no MCD) Type: Fic Summary: The Hermits have a code phrase. If spoken, this phrase acts as an emergency safe word, telling everyone to stop whatever they’re doing, because something is seriously wrong. Whether it’s from physical or emotional distress, all Hermits know that when someone uses the code, they need help from their chaotic, dysfunctional family. Notes: Pretty much all hurt/comfort and found family because I am weak and predictable. No shipping, it’s all platonic love (26 stand-alone fics under the series)

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Title: Flowers for the Blood God Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31888939 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: de_hautdesert Relationships: Nihachu & Ph1LzA & Ranboo & Technoblade, Nihachu & Technoblade Characters: Technoblade, Nihachu Length of the work: 2,129 words Genre: Angst, Canon-Compliant, Character Study, Domestic/Slice-of-life, Fluff, Friendship, Found Family Summary: The Syndicate plans an unconventional meeting. Techno and Niki prepare. Featuring friends supporting each other, recovery from trauma, and infodumping about hair dye.

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Title: the body is an object Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42838071 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: ruffboi Characters: Grian, PearlescentMoon, Mumbo Jumbo, XisumaVoid Length of the work: 19,132 words Genre: Angst, AU, Canon-Compliant, Character Study, Friendship, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort Summary: the Hermitcraft Backstory Rule says that you don't ask other people about their backstory, you let them tell it if they want to and leave it be if they don't. Unfortunately for Grian, one of the newest Hermits was also a player on his old server - one he'd thought had been dead for years - and she's going to drag his backstory kicking and screaming into the light whether she means to or not.

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Title: He Has a Soul Made of Stars Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35533927/chapters/88583056 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: NobleDragon Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Ranboo & Tubbo & Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & Philza, Wilbur Soot & Fundy Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit, Technoblade, Philza, Ranboo, Tubbo, Fundy Length of the work: 16,875 words Genre: Domestic/Slice-of-life, Family, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Space AU Summary: And the heart of a galaxy. There is something in the vents of his ship, stealing their food and walking around at odd times of the day. Phil was going to catch that animal and cook it up for dinner if he has a say about it. Wait...it isn't an animal, but a sentient? And it's probably scared and hurt with no one to take care of them? Well...that changes things. Or: I'm going to make Phil want to found family something he hasn't even seen yet.

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Title: The Blood of the Covenant Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34723480/chapters/86456896 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: NobleDragon Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Fundy & Wilbur Soot Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit, Technoblade, Phil Watson, Fundy Length of the work: 53,227 words Genre: Canon-Divergent, Dark Fic, Family, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Urban Fantasy/Werewolf/Vampire AU, Dimension Travel Summary: Is thicker than the water of the womb. After Wilbur dies by his father, he is taken to a new world with new beginnings. He stays away from it all, not wanting to hurt this worlds family and stay hidden in his forest. Said family thinks they should have been informed of this opinion. Or: Wilbur gets punted into prime found family territory, kicking and screaming.

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Title: Its Free Son Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30819416 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: SilverWing15 Relationships: Philza & Technoblade Characters: Philza, Technoblade Length of the work: 3,522 words Genre: AU, Friendship, Found Family, Kidfic Summary: He comes from the realm of the dead. Through the doorway that stands alone on the far off hill. He walks across the Soul Sand desert as though it does not tug at the essence of himself. He wears sacred gold and carries weapons of precious netherite. He is a god, and they have been his favored people for as long as anyone can remember. He comes to their village and trades sacred gold for their potions and eyes of ender. The Blood God walks among them, and they are honored. They have always traded fairly with the Blood God. Sacred gold for offerings of pearls potions and other difficult to acquire things. But this time the Blood God granted them his favor, this time he turned aside their enemies with his open hand and took nothing in return. It is not done to simply take from the gods. The debt must always be repaid. He has saved their lives, they must offer him a life in return. And their eyes fall on him. Technoblade is not a coward. He has faced the enemy in battle, he has seen the Blood God in all his wrathful glory. But he doesn’t want to die.

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Title: future site of something Better [a fabulous killjoys au] (Restricted) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2273504 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: hallmarked_error Relationships: Jack Manifold & TommyInnit, Ranboo & TommyInnit, Tubbo & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & Phil Watson, Jschlatt & Wilbur Soot Characters: Tommyinnit, Technoblade, Philza, Wilbur Soot, Jack Manifold, Ranboo, Tubbo Length of the work: 54,020 words (incomplete series) Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, AU, Found Family, Post-Apocalyptic AU Summary: a fabulous killjoys au featuring the cast of the dsmp (plus a few others thrown in for good measure), inspired by the concept album by mcr and the comics by gerard way.

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Title: the misadventures of detective falsewell and grianlock Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29980416/ + blog/art tag https://www.tumblr.com/sleepynenes/tagged/dtau Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: sleepyrinas Relationships: Grian & False & Rendog Characters: Grian, False, Rendog Length of the work: 86,922 words Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, AU, Drama, Fluff, Family, Found Family, Humour, Hurt/Comfort, Modern AU, Superhero/Superpower AU, Urban Fantasy/Werewolf/Vampire AU, Mystery Summary: Detectives Falsewell and Grianlock are some of the best in the business, two siblings with a prowess for solving mysteries and any flavor of crime. Of course, not everything goes as simply as they hope. What disasters and troubles await these two detectives in the small town of Hermitville? Only one way to find out!

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Title: Just the Two of Us  Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45549838/chapters/114615043 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: eepyvoid Relationships: Philza & Tommyinnit Characters: Philza & TommyInnit  Length of the work: 6,675 words Genre: Angst, Dark Fic, Found Family, Post-Apocalyptic AU Summary: As the world descended into zombie apocalypse driven madness, the number of living people was cut in third - two of those people being Philza Minecraft, an infamous criminal who was wanted by everyone for all the wrong reasons, and a small former 'lab rat' kid, TommyInnit, a small and scared child being free for the first time. The two meet, and team up, both not sure how mere friendship looks like. Or, Two traumatized blondes bonding over their shared lack of other people to trust in their life, under the looming threat of the zombie apocalypse.

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Title: Ruby in the Moonlight  Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29135688 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: SilverWing15 Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Dream & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit Characters: TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot, Phil Watson, Technoblade, Dream Length of the work: 29,976 words Genre: Angst, AU, Drama, Fantasy AU, Found Family, Historical AU, Hurt/Comfort, Urban Fantasy/Werewolf/Vampire AU Summary: SBI Victorian Vampire AU where Dream appears to be a Huntsman who has sent Tommy to spy on the vampire family of Philza, Technoblade, and Wilbur. 

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Title: Response to Danger  Rating: M rated but might go higher later. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53414110/chapters/135193228 Fandom: QSMP Author: InsomniWillow Relationships: MissaSinfonia/Philza, Bolas Rojas Ensemble (QSMP) & MissaSinfonia, Bolas Rojas Ensemble (QSMP) & Philza Characters: Philza, MissaSinfonia, Cellbit, Etoiles, Baghera Jones, Slimecicle, Roier Length of the work: 3,739 words (incomplete) Genre: Angst, AU, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Smut, Slavery AU, Gladiator AU Summary: "Philza." The Observer boomed, and Phil frowned at him, but couldn't do much else. The big fucker raised both his arms in dramatic fashion, his long sweeping sleeves spreading out like large wings, and when he dropped him there were two people kneeling beside him, and Phil's stomach dropped in kind. "Pick your gift." "You've got to be fucking kidding me." Phil breathed, looking at the two men, heads bowed demurely. They almost could've been statues if they hadn't been breathing and Phil felt suddenly like he was on the verge of throwing up. Cellbit's face had gone cold and distant, and expression Phil hadn't seen in a long fucking time, and expression he'd never hoped to see again. "You can't be fucking serious." I.e. Missa is given to Philza as a prize. They both do their best despite the circumstances.

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Title: Perché Ti Sento Lontana Da Mer  Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53234041/chapters/134708440 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: amindofmyown Relationships: TangoTek & ZombieCleo, Solidarity/TangoTek, EthosLab & ZombieCleo, EthosLab & impulseSV & Skizzleman & TangoTek, Solidarity & LDShadowLady  Characters: Tango, Cleo, Etho, Jimmy, Impulse, Skizz Length of the work: 5,137 words (incomplete) Genre: Angst, AU, Fluff, Found Family, Modern AU Summary: If there's one thing Cleo doesn't anticipate upon returning home from lunch with her best friend, it's a terrified, homeless child outside her house. Who hardly speaks English. Fuck. The small town of Hermitville, Oregon, is a boring, pleasant place. Especially for Cleo, who is perfectly content to keep the same old routine day after day. Until Tango shows up, scared, young, and alone, having left an abusive household several months prior. Cleo takes it upon herself to care for the child, enroll him in school, help him continue his life. But for Tango, life can never be the same. He feels empty, and lost, in a country that isn't his, where everybody speaks a language he struggles to understand. And then he meets Jimmy, and finds himself through music, and they show him that the grass really is greener on the other side.

#Nomination Overview

[azeler]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEE RANT ABOUT YOUR SPACE OPERA A LITTLE???

Okay so for context, this is about a dsmp space opera AU : It's mainly benchtrio centric and a bit inspired by Ad Astra/De Terra (I haven't read it but I've seen posts about it). I used to put the details in my notes app in my old phone, but it broke so I'm gonna try to go off memory here.

Tubbo is an insectoid hybrid, with a second pair of insectoid arms, mandibles and composite eyes. He works as the mechanic on the ship, and literally crawls into the pipes and vents to repair electronics (the ship having seen better days). He's a loudmouth, a workaholic and would rather die than open up emotionally. I think he'd also like gambling, too.

Ranboo is the last of his species, or at least he thinks so because he remembers barely anything before he was found on a planet by the crew of the ship Tubbo's in. I imagine the planet he was on as like, having tall flowing light purple grasses, really giving it that Little Prince aesthetic. He's enderman-looking, with jet black skin and purple eyes and long, lanky legs. He's proficient in psionics, especially teleportation and displacement, but doesn't really know how to use them well. He's very withdrawn and autistic soft-spoken, and generally a kind soul, although a bit influencable. He also would have an 'enderwalk mode', but apart from stronger psionics and forgoing higher thought in favor of instincts and reactions, I don't know how it would work.

Tommy's a raccoon hybrid. By that I mean he has funky raccoon ears and can squeeze in very tight spaces. He's not on Tubbo's ship though, he's a petty thief and sometimes mercenary. He pretty much has DSMP characterization, especially during the Bedrock Bros arc.

Tubbo and Ranboo are crew of a space pirate ship (name forgotten), that has BBH as a captain, Skeppy, a little diamond man whose body powers a mech, as vice-captain/navigator, as well as Jack (some blaze hybrid/human torch deal) as artillery guy and Niki (amphibious but I don't remember beyond that) as a scout/physical fighter.

SBI (without Tommy) would be a famed mercenary trio, known for their ruthlessness and efficacy. Tommy has asked to join multiple times, to which Phil, Wilbur and Techno respectively said "No", "Fuck off, child" and "Tommy, get out of my cabin".

Phil is a bird guy, who's favorite way of killing is catching people with his talons and dropping them to the ground. <3 He's also married to Kristen, a giantess who runs a large and powerful mafia ring. Also, Schlatt works in the ring, he's a spider hybrid, with spider legs coming out of his back, like that one Spider-Man suit I think.

I think I envisioned the dream team as like, space cops or something, but I don't really like them anymore, so whatever-

I think that's all I can remember?? Maybe there was more, but I'd have to recover a bricked phone to get it, so that's not happening lol

#az talks #dsmp space opera AU #if anyone wants to use the setting for like fanfic or something go ahead :D I'd love to see it as well

[ethandoesathing]

LEGEND OF ARCANA: Main Cast key art

I've finally completed my story's main cast! Time to show em off all together.

Leo Lenn Galleau- The main protagonist. A young man born with a cursed arm that houses a devastating power. Burdened by immense self-loathing, Leo must put aside his personal feelings and embrace his destiny.

Charlotte Hazel- Mage in training. A girl fighting through trauma, hiding it with a warm smile.

Runo Von Spiegel- Master swordsman, and a respected and feared mercenary. Runo buries himself in work to hide from a dark past.

Tenja- A quick-footed thief, and disgraced member of the Yohma Clan. Tenja seeks redemption, even if it costs him his life.

Nikita "Kitt" Fandango- Ace gunslinger. Kitt is the daughter of a late big-time Outlaw, who's former gang hunts her down for her blood relations.

Zaph of the "Mining Labor Guild"- A brash, loudmouthed member of a diminutive race the Empire has enslaved. Zaph yearns to see the world for himself, despite his lot in life.

Lian-Fang Tseng- The last of the "Koga" tribe, who have been ruthlessly exterminated by the Empire. Lian-Fang carries an insatiable fury, and a burning will to fight.

ARGOS-A29- A mysterious humanoid robot, seemingly abandoned for countless centuries. Argos claims to have traveled to Gaia long ago, through the stars with his people, seeking refuge from the calamity that ended their world.

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#oc art #fantasy #jrpg #oc stuff #personal project

[extracrispycolonelw]

the widower.docx

            There were few winds quite like the ones that washed across the snowy caps of Parvista in the winter. So strong of a breeze that it had a regular habit of breaking apart weakened buildings caught in the direction of the wind. Without enough layers of protection to make a man more akin to a tank, one is liable to die in that wind.

There are stories, though.

            Most of them are very old, passed down from generation of loudmouthed fathers to quiet sons, who eventually grow into loudmouths with unborn quiet sons of their own, eventually making it out of the loop and into the ear of some lucky foreigner—always lobsterback mercenaries and the dainty little professors with their pith helmets and coats that turned them to the width of two men and encased in iron.

            Some stories were made to scare children into behaving, lest the vengeful old god at the peak of the mountain turn his gaze on us for long enough to blow away our house, so you best eat your dinner and go to bed when mother says and listen to us when we tell you to do things, etcetera. Those stories, they raised people like absent parents with subtle guidance. Stories of men being lulled by the beautiful glowing women singing their siren song from the edge of the alcove their little town was set in, only to be met by winds that peeled the skin off muscle, muscle off bone and bone dashed to the wind as tribute to the old man atop Parvista’s highest peak. Others told of little boys and girls adventuring across the mountain in the safety of the caverns and deep, narrow crevasses that the great wind did not bother to flush into. The stories of those children were their villages being torched by the iron skinned men and their fire spears, with the children forced to watch before being impaled and left to die. Simple things, they were human stories, stories to teach lessons to dull children lest they end up killing themselves.

            Then there’s the story of the old widower from Budalca, whose family was murdered by the mountain’s wild spirits in the square metal caves. If you ask any locals about the old widower, their faces turn all white and they stop speaking to you. They don’t rightly like the lobsterbacks, or their bluecoat rivals, but they aren’t afraid of them like they’re afraid of the widower.

            He was a normal man once, the story went. He lived in Budalca with his wife and many children, a spear-fisher in the ice lakes like so many others from that town. One day, his wife ran ill with fever. The man was so worried for his wife, that he traveled the long, long distance from the low town of his birth to the city of Chukopsk to speak to their apothecaries, to no avail. Chukopsk had been destroyed by the iron-skinned men only a month before. When the man returned to his home, he found a foreigner in a strange black coat with a peaked hat waiting for him. The man offered him a deal. He would heal his wife, if only the man would give him sanctuary for two weeks. The man felt it so generous, he was ready to agree on the spot, but the elder of the village, nearby with many of the spear-wielding guards of Budalca watching the foreigner, forbade the man from it. They argued for a great many hours, and though the man eventually triumphed, the elder warned him that there would be consequences for disobeying the will of the mountain; for in every other town that housed foreigners for longer than but a few days, the towns would soon vanish in a sea of fire. The man did not listen, and just as the stranger promised, with his foreign medicines he was able to save the man’s wife, and for two weeks he stayed in the village. The man grew close with the foreigner, a doctor who had been driven out of every town he had found on the mountain, just trying to save lives. They bonded, these two, and as the story goes, on the final day of the doctor’s ill-fated stay, an evil noise like the screaming of a hundred dying women all turned together into an inhuman voice echoed through the canyon that the town of Budalca was settled in. They came, glowing red eyes with many hundreds of long, metal spider legs that tore apart and took away everyone they found, burned every building, and killed anything that lived. The villagers turned against the man, and in a moment of rage, they set his home alight. Buried beneath all the ash and heat, the man was spared the same fate as his townspeople. His wife, his children and the poor doctor were not as fortunate.

            It is said that the pain the man felt was echoed across the wandering shamans dotted across the mountain towns. Attracted by the fire, a scout for a nearby town had come to see what was the matter, and all he found was the widower. He had taken the doors of iron furnaces and strapped them across his body as he walked into the wind and screamed so loud and with such fury the scout would remember it and experience gooseflesh at just the thought, even on his deathbed many decades later. Every villager knows the word, from every tribe and every town across the entire mountain, yet the words are such taboo that even uttering them is worthy of death.

            The man walked into the wind, and the scout had cried out to him to turn back, but the widower only ignored him and walked. The wind peeled away at the metal on his body, and he marched higher, and higher up the mountain. An elderly woman from Hahoysk once said that each step the man took was a tribute to human sin, for rebelling against that which gave them life. The once-young, now adult villagers who bore witness to the journey, be it the old scout or the many watchers on the outskirts of the towns and life-giving crevasses who witnessed the widower who did the unthinkable, uttering words unspeakable even by rebellious souls that saw this widower as representing human resilience and courage.

            As the man neared the peak, the metal peeled away from his skin, and even with the winds weakened, his body was soon fighting against its own death as skin tore away in long strips, forming little shelter in the snow that would pile up and create the great shadow of the mountain and its near windless valleys of grass grown from human hatred.

            The widower reached the peak and its guardian, the man with a face of jade and skin of gold, who dragged the widower close as he approached. Some said that the widower drew a blade and drove it into the heart of the old god as its guardian embraced him. Others say that in a fit of rage the old god drove his fury down on the widower. Unanimously, the widower disappeared from the top of the peak and from that day on, no shaman could commune with their god. Many believe he ascended to heaven, only to usurp the god as punishment for his arrogance. Others believe that the widower simply destroyed heaven. It is only certain that the man would never be seen again. Many have attempted his same path, only to be torn apart by the fiercest winds the mountain has. Many a lobsterback and stout little pith-wearing explorer, many a bluecoat and certainly many a foreigner of all bloods would die on that trail. Their spirits are still trapped on that trail, many villagers have figured. Their screams continue to echo repeatedly down the mountain even years after some of their deaths, only their snow-buried weapons and metal armour left behind of the foreigners.

            He is still up there, that old widower. Watching. Crying as the old god still screams wind and sends monsters down the mountain. Many pray to him in times of need, hoping him to be their saviour against the strange monsters waiting to drag them away. One day he will come down that mountain again, once he has won against the old god. For now, you must wait and pray to him in his never-ending battle.

#short fiction #short story #writeblr #original creations #scifi

[mariacallous]

Russia’s war hawks on Telegram are only playacting political significance — Alexandra Prokopenko, policy analyst (Carnegie Endowment):

There is no evidence that making big waves on social media as a pro-invasion hawk actually converts to political clout in Russia. The loudest figures in Russia’s “War Party” on Telegram are Chechen head Ramzan Kadyrov, Security Council Deputy Chairman Dmitry Medvedev, and mercenary and business tycoon Evgeny Prigozhin. These men have tried to exploit ultrapatriotic rhetoric to boost themselves in different ways, leveraging attention on social media to gain access to President Putin through the news-review packets he receives.

Kadyrov and Prigozhin have nurtured the idea that their influence on defense issues has grown so significantly that they actually engineered General Sergey Surovikin’s recent promotion, though Prokopenko argues that this is highly unlikely. Russia’s military commanders are so insular, she says, that they’ve even rejected “outsiders” put in charge of the Defense Ministry, deriding Sergey Ivanov as “the philologist,” Anatoly Serdyukov as “the furniture salesman” (he worked in the furniture industry before entering the government), and incumbent Minister Sergey Shoigu as “the PR guy” (amid perceptions that Shoigu invests more energy in the military’s media presence than its actual men and materiel).

Despite massive audiences on Telegram, neither Kadyrov nor Prigozhin are invited to Security Council meetings, while Medvedev has a high position there, but his public role in the group is minimal. To belong truly to the Russian elite, says Prokopenko, members require some major asset: an influential position or management of a key industry or enterprise. Kadyrov, Medvedev, and Prigozhin have assets, but they aren’t enough, says Prokopenko. And being a loudmouth on Telegram isn’t enough to win a seat with the ruling elite.

[genioushardcore]

Might it be so, that the Neonazis, started the same Syndrome, against, the Bundeswehr, high decorated, than against the Cops, before?

A.k.a.:The highest decorated Ones, are Spyed out and then deleted, replaced with a Lookalike, which is enforced, to do Nazi-Alike Commandos?

Because, I trace notoriously, the Bundeswehr themselfs calling People, I know, a lot by them, personally. But, they are not even testing, to operate, like International Warlaw describes it.

Notoriously, if I request the reasons, for their Fashism against me, do I get answers, like:“You are a Smoker.“, “You are financial weak.“, “You are living by the Gouvernment.“, and a lot of Screaming-Attacks, by these Class-Fashistic Neonazis, which they really be.

Noticing, it's true, what they got against me, but it's even so true, that they haven't learned, out of History, about the second Worldwar, excepting, to lay the Concentration Camp Handleshipment, on Funker-Stages. The Bundeswehr is pretry sure responsible, but denies notoriously, the Jobs, which they are, as States-Traitors, which they be, by noticing, the Politicians, always apologize, for their Nazis in History, but at the same time, have these old Rights-Radical Neonazis, not learned anything out of History. I whant my pain-money, for each single scream-Attack, these fashists were causing.

Even so, do I whant my mercenary-sallary, as minimum, by the so called: “WARJUDGEMENT CHAMBER:BERLIN“, because, of these troubles, the Neonazis, were causing.

What other States belongs to, Brasil and the United States of America, are even so, to notify, as the fashistic People, which were it. What other states and the Neonazi-Theme belongs to, myself was noticing, that not even the often recalled area, because of their strong drug-laws, named Thailand, is this type of terroristical in Action. They damn, the entire federal Republic of germany, since now, for their tests, to figure out, how to smuggle, into their area. Noticing, white-torture, is normal, on their terrain, but, as a german, and beeing known, for beeing one, is it close to unbelivable, what the Nazis, test, against me. Noticing, I never entered, or whanted, to enter Thailand, with these Stuffs. My german, and in germany living Person, is holding normally friendly contacts, but even so useful contacts, around that theme, which is to handycap.

What the german differential, in drug laws is, is the differential. What the Neonazis, most of them Pseudo-Fathers in law, belongs to, I can't tolerate, their intolerance, even if they might be Doctors, Admirals, or General-States-Lawyers. Because, I am sick of their fashism, against the Indianer-Culture, around the smoker-theme. Noticing, if they are not getting, what they whant, do they test to kill, like the damn nazis, which they are, still, in Germany.

They act, like the normally, as Terror-Piss-Balgs, described around their intelligence handycapped/disabled human looking like Horror-Sadists, which they are. What the fight-will belongs to, they are just financial rich, besides their loudmouthing Terror Acts, but to weak, to stand their beeings, against me. Someday, will their life and therewith the Terror-Screamers end, but I am still more than willing, by these totally mud-brained Neonazis.

Noticing, they whant to cause a Mind-Switch around Torture, day by day, around Sexualism and Smoking. I burried the War-Axe out, when they declared me, the war, from Meppen out of, were these Neonazis, not getting it, that they become less?

By the way, around 4.975% of the entire federal republic of germany, are these States Traiting Neonazis, in Reality. By the People, in USA, are that around 20978%, in Numbers, which are notoriously funking direction the federal Republic of germany. What Brasil belongs to, around 80% in serious numbers, which are this type of uncorrect loudmouthing Neonazis, afterwards, a german measurement, of how and what they funk, into germany, against the federal laws, of germany.

At last, the Portuese, Terror against the home, I live in, quitted, but their job, was delivered, by the class-Fashists, from Meppen, like my traces made notifiable.

I can just apologize, for beeing a Victim, but the Neonazis, are in need to do that, by Painmoney. No other way, to feel. If the Neonazis, please accept, that even in my Statuses, I still have the same rights, laws and social-possibillities, like themselfs, excepting the damn snorrers and the Idea, to tyrannise, anyone, which is in a lower status? By the way, what makes rich people think, that they would be allowed, to Armageddon-Punk the world? That's their Nazi-Crime and not my Idea, of a life. What that belongs to, I could just damn,even so the rest of the INTERSTELLAR WARLAW JUDGEMENT CHAMBER MEMBERS, to work, against the Nazis, on our Homeplanet, aswell, as their Reconstructors. If Houseruining Nazi-Cases happened, were the Monsters, partly reconstructed, which must be a Reason, for a 6-Times House Ruining Nazi-Case, besides my Mind. I mean, it's forbidden, to touch Nazi-Corpses, besides my whisdom, but the Reconstruction-Spokes, which I know, are potentially, a Lawhole, in the INTERSTELLAR WARLAW. Because Military Effect-Spokes, are since now, not really, in that Interstellar Warlaw, I know, but it's inacceptable, that these Spokes, reconstruct Nazi-Corpses. I heared, a Single Law exists, in name:“A Spoke may just 25*times be used, to reconstruct a body, or the Selfnazification and Death-Courthe is in need to be done.“

Noticing, that's not enough in Interstellar Warlaw, noticing, I know, Military Effect-Spokes, which would do, close to everything, like a Chessboard-Terroristical Act, but even so, in International Warlaw, is it missed, what my reading of that Book belongs to, since the Release, of 2009.

So, what is really helpful, in these cases? I would like to send out, that just one law matters, by name, the same laws, like for Chessboard-Terrorism, noticing, that the most Military Effect Languages, are just functions, out of chessboard-terroristical Acts, by our small animals. Learned, pretty easy, but that is, what it's realky about. Why the Rockets, Tanks and Stuff like that isn't recalled, to arms? Because around military effect languages, is the global percentage number:80% after beeing 32 years old, around the mankind, in itselfs. What the control about these effect-languages speaker belongs to, it's still not revealed and a science case, for the most, but they were not getting it, that their effect languages, are just a “Trick-Box“, which would get called a Strategy, by our Armys, worldwide. The not responding people, are potentially, the most dangerous, around that entire theme. I quit my sentences, like always:

Juristical Correctness is important. One twinking and one watching eye.

Gerhard Sebastian “GeniousHardcore“ Guder

History Book of Arts: Formula: [{(Multiple)splitted} Rythm-] Rhyme-s in the time replaced, before/after/between the Rhymesplit,around Vocal/-s, louds,prewordsplits,wordsplits,afterwordsplits,a Word/-s/a sentence(-part)/sentences/ a rhyme/-s,or an entire poem (Text),since poems (Texts) )

Die obige Aufgabe, sei dem Vernehmen nach, die schwierigste Mathe-Aufgabe der Welt. (Höhere Mathematik global erstmalig als Textaufgabe)...

Globale Soldaten-Handbuch-Legende [Weltrekord Tendenz steigend]  (~222+1 [Ein M.A.D.'ler war besser] Einträge [HARDCORE/Gerhard Sebastian Guder Co-Autor & Autor teils nach Lektoraten] Tendenz steigend...)

Bestätigter Großmeister im Aushalten endlich beim ausrasten (nach über 10 Jahren weißer und schwarzer Folter)

Höchstgeschwindigkeit Mach 10 ist nie wieder zu überschreiten,hab schon eine Verwarnung von der U.N.,nach dem Trainingszwischenfall, genannt Mach 19,975.

A.i.d.S., Grippe und H.I.V Rausfunkender Bundes Republik Deutschland weit.Sowie: >4h Sklaverei-Matrix-Engines Zerstörer Weltweit,seitdem auch Funkername:SUPERHERO FROM U.N. Die meiste Aufklärungs-Arbeit gegen den U.N.-Matrix-Fall und Lösung selbigens präsentiert Habender, als noch Zivilist.

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Etwaig passierender Terror, bis Funk, wie “Souflösen-Kram-Nachbrenner“ (GSM-1890), basiert entweder auf Nötigung, oder ist nicht von mir, jedoch tut es mir auf jeden Fall Leid, da Gerhard Sebastian Guder als Privat-Person, sowie ©® GeniousHardcore als ReverbNation!-Sub-Brand der Eminor Inc. sich in jeglicher Form,von Terror distanziert. Funker-Name mit Titel: INTERSTELLAR WARLAW JUDGEMENT CHAMBER MEMBER GERHARD SEBASTIAN GUDER,MARTINASMAN/MARTINASHUSBAND FROM GER, ON:DAFU,IN:CORPSE-DIMENSION

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[pinerlucky]

Ulysses s grant book

(Working in the tannery, among the bloody skins and the giant rats that gnawed on them, left young Ulysses permanently unable to eat less-than-well-done meat.) All sons are made in their father’s shade, and Grant’s pushy, braggart, loudmouthed father produced a quiet, outwardly obedient, and inwardly resistant son, who came to hate showing off. Ulysses’s father, Jesse Grant, was a hard-pushing small-time entrepreneur who started out as a tanner. It is a style of American Misery familiar from Mark Twain-the Scotch-Irish-American style, mirthless and Methodist and mercenary. The first pages of the book tell of Grant’s rise from a hardscrabble life in Point Pleasant, Ohio. The reason Reconstruction failed, and ended with the reimposition of an apartheid system, had to do with an exasperating coalition of self-styled Northern “reformers” and the openly revanchist, anti-Grant Southerners-misguided progressives making common cause with true reactionaries against a well-meaning middle-and also with a general battle fatigue that afflicted the nation. He pressed the cause of black equality under the law, and was consistently on the right side of Reconstruction-era issues-winning more heartfelt praise from Frederick Douglass than Lincoln ever did. He makes a convincing case that Grant actually behaved nobly, even heroically, while in the White House. Though he does the usual justice to the military saga of the Civil War, and Grant’s decisive part in it, his book aims to rehabilitate Grant as a politician and as President. In a new biography, “ Grant” (Penguin Press), Ron Chernow, whose previous subjects include Washington and Hamilton (improbably launching the greatest musical-theatre work of our age), strenuously disputes the conventional view. Things are better now, but a quick survey of a Manhattan office showed that, while almost everyone had made a school trip to the Lincoln Memorial, not one had stopped to visit Grant’s Tomb. His tomb, on New York City’s Riverside Drive, had become, by the nineteen-nineties, so neglected that it was a national symbol of chaos. Journalists still cite the Grant Administration as among the most scandal-ridden and corrupt in American history. The brilliant general became the miserable President, fuelling the descent from glory into the Gilded Age. Though partial and prejudiced, to put it mildly, Adams’s vision of Grant as the author of America’s fatal five minutes has endured: Washington won his war and fathered his country Grant won his war but screwed over his. “Grant’s nominations had the singular effect of making the hearer ashamed, not so much of Grant, as of himself,” he writes in his great third-person autobiography, “ The Education of Henry Adams.” His hopes that Grant would be George Washington had been delusional folly, Adams decided: “The progress of evolution from President Washington to President Grant alone was evidence enough to upset Darwin.” Crushed (at least in memory), he felt that a line had been crossed, permanently separating the high-minded, essentially intellectual inheritance of the Revolution from the American future. Instead, he heard, one after another, the names of mere time-servers and hack politicians and unknown cronies of the General. Foreseeing a renaissance of civic virtue after the sufferings of the Civil War, Adams-whose great-grandfather was the second President, and whose father had been Lincoln’s Ambassador to Great Britain-expected his reformist vision and his intellectual cohort to be brought forward to rule, as the Alexander Hamilton–Thomas Jefferson generation had been after the triumph of the Revolution. Henry Adams, as he reports in his memoirs, was breathlessly waiting in the Capitol Building in 1869 for word of the Cabinet appointments that would be made by the newly elected President Grant. It is one of the more improbably dramatic moments in American letters. President Grant’s lapses were minor, Ron Chernow argues, compared with his widely overlooked furtherance of racial justice.

#Ulysses s grant book

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO CATA COSMIA, AXL. 🌕

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: E.J. Age: 21 Pronouns: she/her, he/him ooc contact: @glitchital on twitter other characters in xc: none!

ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

Name: Axl Age: Robot (appears and acts like a teenager so ~16) Pronouns: they/them, it/its Series: Mega Man X canon point: Post Mega Man X7 app triggers: brief mentions of death, mentions of war

personality: 

Axl has a devil-may-care attitude that fits their teenager appearance. They’re reckless, rebellious, and loudmouthed. They’re overzealous in their aspirations and never think before they act. At a glance, they seem like a trigger-happy kid ready to rush into any fight without second thought. And they are that!

But beyond the first impressions. Axl is a good kid trying his best everyday to prove himself. They’re genuine to the point of bluntness. Determined and full of passion to do the right thing. Axl is someone willing to fight for their beliefs at any cost. Behind the dramatics, the endless chattering, and bullheadedness, Axl just wants to be a better person and do the right thing.

something your muse struggles with: In a word, belonging. Axl is afraid of letting people down, or being let down themself. They want to be accepted but the fear of rejection or betrayal makes it hard to open up to people.

your muse’s greatest strength: Axl’s conviction is unbound. No matter the circumstances or consequences of what they have to do, they’ll always grin and bear it, seeing through their goals to the end of the line.

history / background:

(Note: Reploids are a sentient race of robots capable of free-will and thought!)

Little of Axl’s origins are known, even to themself. The first thing they can remember is being found by Red, an old reploid mercenary in charge of a vigilante group by the name of Red Alert. Their mission was to hunt down rogue reploids known as mavericks. They worked outside- and often in conflict with- the law,  which labeled them as criminals.

Red took in Axl, gave them a home and  started training them to become an operative. Axl was determined to prove themself. When they discovered their unique abilities to copy and disguise themself as other reploids, Axl became invaluable asset to Red. Axl was happy, thrilled by the challenge of missions and pleased with themself for earning a spot in Red Alert’s ranks.

It did not last. Red Alert changed, as did many of Axl’s friends in the group including Red himself. When innocents were being targeted, Axl ran before their abilities could be used to harm anyone else. When Red Alert came after Axl, refusing to let such a powerful asset go, they worked with the official Maverick Hunters to take down Axl’s own family.

The resulting conflict was a full-blown war between Red Alert and the Maverick Hunters. In the end, Axl was the only Red Alert member left alive. Now, Axl is trying to make amends by becoming an official maverick hunter and prove they can be a part of the ranks all over again.

powers / abilities:

Jet boots- Using two boosters along their legs and extendable wings on their back, Axl can move across the ground at great speeds and fly for short bursts of time.

A-Trans- A one-of-a-kind ability that allows Axl to take the form and abilities of robots they have the data of. Using it, they have access to the forms and abilities of those they copy.

Copy Shot- A long-range attack that, when used on robots, lets Axl quickly download data to use for transformations.

Stealth Mode- Axl turns invisible. This ability drains their power and leaves them exhausted if overused.

Teleporter- what it says on the tin. Axl can beam to a location’s coordinates instantaneously.

inherent abilities:

Robotic body: as a reploid, axl is capable of feats of speed, strength, agility, and dexterity far beyond any human. They are also made of a lightweight, durable material that is resistant to damage.

Hunter training: Axl is trained in various skills relating to infiltration and espionage. This includes stealth, hacking, and some sleight of hand. They are also a skilled fighter trained extensively in marksmanship and some hand-to-hand combat.

items / weapons:

Twin Pistols- two rapid-firing energy pistols

DNA Data Set 1- data axl has collected from various reploids over the years. It is not addressed in-game the other forms axl has but it’s heavily implied they still have dozens of forms. This is basically a catch-all for any transformations I want to use for cosmetic purposes.

Red Alert DNA Data- the data of Axl’s family. One of the last things they have of them. Allows Axl access to the abilities and forms of Red Alert members.

Red

Axl’s mentor. They don’t gain any special abilities from Red but his form is very powerful and fast. Essentially an all-around power-boost. It’s an especially dangerous form when paired with Red’s Scythe.

Wind Crowrang

Wind Cutter: A boomerang-like projectile that locks onto targets

Tornado Tonion

Volt Tornado: Axl surrounds themself in an electrified tornado that can be sent away from them before fizzling out after a few seconds

Soldier Stonekong

Gaea Shield: Axl can summon a large, bulletproof shield that floats in front of them

Ride Boarski

Moving Wheel: A spiked wheel that can travel across any surface including walls

Snipe Anteator

Sniper Missile: A homing missile. Pretty self-explanatory

Splash Warfly

Splash Laser: A high pressure water jet

Vanishing Gungaroo

Explosion: A short range energy field that, like the name suggests, creates a huge explosion.

Flame Hyenard

Circle Blaze: Axl shoots a fireball. Very straightforward

Red’s Scythe- the weapon of Axl’s former mentor. A double-edged energy scythe capable of sending waves of energy-slashes. Collapsable for easy transportation

Ride Chaser- a small hovering vehicle similar to a motorcycle that can fire energy projectiles and move at great speeds.

starting ability: Jet Boots

starting item: Twin Pistols

extra:

no canon height but i'm estimating they're around 5 ft. just a little guy.

How does a robot get adhd? I don't know but Axl did it.

Since capcom refuses to give my fav any character depth it's up to me to fix things.

discord id: COPY SHOT#9254

passcode: world’s first robot to have isms

#cata cosmia #xc application #mun: ej

[kamonstuff]

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[ganymedesclock]

but consider this: kneepads are both functional and explicitly, inherently cool

You're not wrong and also, honestly, it does make a lot of sense to use in this case considering the Sonic franchise tends to involve people who do a lot of hard work.

There's not a lot of desk job types. Sure, you can say Tails is often depicted as less athletic than Sonic, but he's also personally servicing airplanes when he's not hurtling through shuttle loops himself; Eggman's sometimes characterized as lazy, but most continuities point to him as the personal inventor of the majority of his technology, or at least a person who's actively invested in servicing, tweaking, and repairing it.

The kneepads, in this case, are me coming back to certain common inspirations for a bunch of these characters, despite the differences.

Sonic is a mercenary in this one as kind of an extrapolation of how in canon he doesn't seem to have a job besides 'stopping bad guys' but clearly has money for necessities and also a lot of street food, so I looked at hard-wearing clothes that have a very sleek close-fitting style for both the leaping, tumbling, and running he does (minimal wind resistance) and stuff that's a bit cut-resistant, so the reinforced look naturally favors a big friction point- the knees. I looked up combat pants, but also wanted to suggest he's not wearing soldier fatigues- the guy's not really big on government organization so he's not a rank-and-file anything if he can help it.

In Blaze's case I had two very specific characters I was looking at: Lio Fotia from Promare, and Utena from Revolutionary Girl Utena, namely her dueling uniform/'prince' attire. The former, well, has a biker suit- which, much like Sonic's pants, is designed and reinforced for heavy guarding. For Lio's silhouette, the kneepads break up the negative space of his leg and serve to make him overall very sharp, dynamic, and threatening, in contrast with the soft ruffles of his hair, cuffs, and collar, and that's exactly what I wanted to go for with Blaze- someone whose softness is a carefully-guarded currency in an overall very dynamic, sharp, and deadly person. (And while I haven't drawn it yet, Blaze, much like Lio, does have the power to armor up into an even SPIKIER dark form). So in this case it was sort of grandfathered in, but the same pretense rules: if you're protecting a leg, knees are a high friction point and very vulnerable.

Eggman is more of an outlier in that he's not evoking athleticwear. His design is supposed to invoke several things: an old-fashioned wooden toy soldier, a circus ringmaster, and a marching band 'parade leader'- he's very flashy and performative, because he is generally seen presenting or showing off. Eggman is a loudmouth; it's basically his specialty. Outside of bringing a little color and interest to his otherwise nearly featureless lower body, his bright yellow kneepads are meant as a hint that he's a bit of a liar- the silhouette of mechanic's padding and steel-toed boots. The flashy miracle-maker actually does a lot of hard, unglamorous work behind the scenes- and that makes him very dangerous if you expect him to crumple once his box of tricks runs dry. You might be able to embarrass the ringmaster out of public spectacle, but the engineer doesn't have much face to lose by simply decking you in the face.

#Sonic the Hedgehog #Sonic Worlds AU #readmore

[hunters-wig]

The Bad Batch & MBTI (Myers-Briggs Type Indicator)

hey ya'll! not sure if this has been done yet but here is my take on the Batch & their personality types 😔 what are ya'll's thoughts??

Hunter: ISTP. So i wasn't entirely sure on this one but the Introverted and Prospecting aspects seemed quite clear to me. Hunter is on the quiet side but still has incredible presence as a dependable leader. His tracking abilities and acute strategy point to a logical and Thinking brain (as opposed to, say, Wrecker, who acts on his emotions more). So it's safe to say he's more observant than intuitive. The Batch's whole style is spontaneous yet insanely clever and their confidence is unmatched; what other 5-person squadron would a Jedi call on to hold off an army of battle droids? that's all coming from Hunter, the "lone wolf leader." What's more, he also has an admirably caring side, ranging from being gentle and humoring Omega (ex. playing the strategy game with her) to telling Wrecker off for taking her food. And that facet is a bit unsuspected with ISTPs but the ISTPs that i know are extremely caring for the people they claim as their own.

Echo: ISTJ. While I'm disappointed in his lack of...screentime? in the show so far, it seems to me that what few words he speaks make a big impact. he has a grumpy vibe (but i would too) that comes from his constantly being in situations and standards that just grind against his morals, and any ISTJ i know won't stand for that. not only is Echo logistically and technically inclined, he is a dedicated and fearless soldier who just wants to get the job done, even if no one else will (sound familiar my dear ISTJs?). Echo seems the sort of character that says what he means and means what he says, and I loved seeing him voice his opinions in War Mantle; his style is so different from the other spontaneous, jump-right-in Batchers and it's been a growing conflict. but they finally listened to him.

Wrecker: ENFP. Not to call my lovely ENFP friends bumbling, loudmouthed oafs (not that that's a bad thing!) but the sweet simplicity of Wrecker's character just strikes me as the type of ENFP that happily flows along with life. a true free spirit who isn't afraid to show strong emotion (as opposed to the other Batchers), Wrecker is so much more than comic relief to me, and i feel like he is getting the most development so far; he's learned gentleness, responsibility and consideration since Omega joined the team. the thing about ENFPs that i love is their honesty and openness; they always have some extraordinary skill (in W's case, blowing things up⚡) but maintain a humble "gee, it was nothing" demeanor anyway. gosh this monkey man is the best.

Tech: INTP. and to anyone who says otherwise, i personally know and love a good number of this type and while they aren't nearly as dry as our Tick, they definitely have shared qualities. the whole vibe is extremely fitting. Tech's calm and "easy-breezy" demeanor and genius-level computer skills (and he's quite the pilot may i add😍) are so INTP-y i can imagine figuring out physics homework with him and being competently taught by a quietly caring clone, who has a lot of heart under that nerdy exterior.

Crosshair: INTJ. And i know it sounds cliché but just hear me out; what other type can achieve C's level of devious calculation? He always gets the mission done, his precision (in both combat and statistics) is supernatural, he is menacing even when in a chill state. and as someone with a beloved INTJ friend i know that if this type wanted to murder someone, they could do it and not get caught. Moving past C's scarier qualities, his being an INTJ means intense loyalty and honorability (even tho it doesn't seem like it's directed toward his brothers) and the assurance that he will always follow through, whatever it takes.

Omega: ENFP. She's got the friendly, curious extroversion, the moral compass and clever intuition, the soft and compassionate Feeling heart and the as-long-as-i'm-with-you-i'm-fine Prospecting mentality. this little bean is astounded by the mundane and has such love to share, which i think is questionable since her only companions were droids, creepy giraffe aliens and now a ragtag team of almost-mercenaries. but as we can see, Omega has the ability to draw tenderness from nearly anybody and ENFPs do that so well.

thanks for reading! i love how these charcters, though biologically clones, have such differenf personalities and care for each other so well. props to Dee Bradley Baker & the rest of the team for creating interesting characters!

and lastly i think MBTI is a fine way to understand oneself better, but ultimately what defines us and gives us value is that we are human. and we've been created with free will to choose. hope ya'll choose kind today💓

#tbb omega #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb echo #tbb spoilers #sw tbb #the clone wars #the bad batch

[pastelgrungewrecker]

Lithium Poisoning || Sg-Ish

The arrow goes straight through my heart Without you everything just falls apart {x}

Some planets have orbits lasting months, years, decades. No matter how far they separate gravity pulls them back together, dragging comets and spacejunk debris like hapless casualties.

But the universe couldn’t exist until everything broken apart with a massive explosion.

The Lost Light felt. Strange.

Rodimus laughed like a madman at the helm- his ex-Executioner SIC a constant haunting presence and Drift musing over the controls and possiblities.

Ratchet had little faith in this “mission’s” success.

However- the crewlist caught his interest; specifically a name he had not seen in a very... very long time.

A Kimian scientist. A pair of them.

Percy was much the same way. Seeing the CMO’s name drudged up memory after memory after memory until he was somewhat-affectionately shoved by his lab partner.

“That fucker is one of literally two people I am BEGGING you not to tap on this ship. We don’t have the MI resources to handle the fucking fallout.

Percy rolled his eyes with a promise that everything was in the past. He lied.

Drift pulled Ratchet aside- seeing him on his way to the speakeasy bar that had taken root on the ship. The red clad mercenary stared hard, “...Don’t. You know EXACTLY what I mean when I say that. It’s fine for me, but not you Mister Trauma Bond.”

A wave of a modified hand and a scoff.

“I, for one, can leave the past in the past.”, he said. His grudges awoke with a vengeance two steps through the door. Heads turned- they always did when he entered a room. The perks of power and the ability to wield it, he supposed.

His name was, after all, well known.

He recognized the clarion cackle he heard over the crowd, and tried to will himself to not look over. But then Swerve, exhausted and deadpan as always, called out a warning just a little too close to Ratchet’s range of hearing.

“BLASTER, KEEP GETTING HANDSY WITH THE FUCKING SNIPER AND I AM NOT CALLING MEDICS TO STITCH YOU BACK TOGETHER.”

The mood soured instantly- to the point Swerve looked at him somewhat expectantly, and then glanced up to no doubt watch Percy for a moment and look back.

Ratchet stared forward- an uncomfortable twitch to the corner of his eye. Swerve nodded, and took a few steps away.

It didn’t take long for the loudmouth red Wrecker to be leaning on the bar a little too close to Ratchet- clapping a hand on the CMO’s shoulder and not recognizing the danger signs. A slow raise of an eyebrow, a twitch of the eye, a flex of a hand to stretch knuckles reinforced with titanium.

“C’mon, Doc, tell me- how many-”, Ratchet’s frowned increased as Blaster turned his head to the side to belch. Disgusting, “How many times you had the sniper, yeah? We all know you an’ him had a real thing goin’- Didja pay him or-”

“Are you suggesting I purchased Perceptor’s time because I have more money than god, or because you can barely afford the cheapest drinks on the menu.”

Blaster took a drunk moment to process, before pushing at Ratchet’s shoulder to make the medic face him-

A pointless task, after Ratchet’s hand shot out to grip the back of Blaster’s head and bounce his face viciously off the solid bartop. Two teeth rattled like quarters in a spot of blood left behind as the red Wrecker simply collapsed in a heap.

Ratchet looked to Swerve, gently setting down his empty glass, “...Put it on a tab.”

“....Hell it’s on the house, that was the funniest shit I’ve seen in years. Next time dribble him, like basketball.”

Ratchet gave a nod and a mirthless, thin-lipped smile.

He drifted out- not unlike the undead warned about in penny romance novels when he noticed the sniper was nowhere to be seen in the bar anymore. he stalked the dark halls, fangs almost bared and hungry and filled with something green and angry and hateful- he knew, he knew it was the radioactive isotope known as jealousy rotting through his bones and stomach and very soul but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

He was on a massive luxury vessel, purchased via bounty money, crewed by the damned and damnable. This wasn’t the world that would swallow down the things he wanted to keep, this wasn’t the world that would tear joy out of Percy’s tired hands again and again and again and... and this time.

This time he wanted something he never could have, not entirely. Not before now.

Percy’s quarters were easy to find- follow the scent of lillies and mourning roses. Graveyard flowers for a dead heart in a delicious wrapper.

Ratchet subconsciously licked his lips, reaching to enter his own override into the keypad when it flashed green and the door slid open.

He smelled menthol smoke before he saw anything.

“Terrible habit, Perceptor.”

“I have many, get over it. Door, ,close. Lock.”

Ratchet stepped in as the door hissed shut. A chime proved it had locked up tight and the mad Doctor stuck hands in his pockets casually as he stepped over plush carpet to find the undead sniper stretched along a new couch with old makeup smudges on the pillows already.

Percy took a drag from the cigarette he had no doubt lifted from someone at the bar, as none of his things were unpacked, and he exhaled smoke like some kind of incubus.

“Why are you here, darling. I thought we agreed, after years of obnoxious and childish toxicity, to leave well enough alone?”

“...That was in a world too dangerous to risk being content.”, Ratchet said quietly.

“Who’s to say its not dangerous now?”, asked Perceptor, sitting up a little straighter and letting the blouse he wore hang delicately off a scarred shoulder, “Who’s to say I won’t kill you, that i don’t have weapons tucked alla round me now-”

Ratchet rolled his eyes as the sniper rambled- hooking a finger under Percy’s chin in a familiar action and guiding the sniper to be up on his knees- no longer sprawling like some ancient prince or spoiled noble.

The Doctor guided his forever favorite- his closest ‘collegaue’ and the only person he’d risk saying he loved- to sit up on his knees so Ratchet could lean down and hover lips close enough together hat Percy could taste the liquor the medic had imbibed.

“If you wanted me dead, doll- you’d have killed me in the doorway.”

“I know.”

“You’re nervous, and rambling.”

“I. I am, yes.”

“A proposal: we have a good... long talk in the morning. Over coffee that’s just a touch too sweet from the honey you like.”

“...Yes, please. We both have lots to say and-”

“However. Tonight isn’t business, it’s pleasure, and let’s spend the next several hours seeing what kind of acoustics we are working with here.”

“God, please-”

The kiss was like electricity, like brimstone and the fires of the Pit the Primal Texts warned the faithful of. Percy moaned weakly, nipping at the Doctor’s lips with needlepoint fangs when the kiss broke and then Ratchet was scooping an eternally slim and willowy figure up into his arms.

Percy hummed, eyes dark in lust and cheekbones dusted with peony and rosepetal as he slipped buttons on Ratchet’s shirt easily to drag nails over the skin.

“...Ratchet?”

“You don’t need to say it- I feel the same darling... But if you would like to, I wouldn’t mind hearing it.”

“Mm. I love you.”

“I know.”

The bedroom door was nudged shut- and in mere moments a sharp moan sounded through the heavy steel and designer paint to echo in the living room.

Somewhere, a mercenary was reciting every swearword he knew as a Kimia scientist turned evil genius shrieked about his lost sleep over the commline.

#pastelwrites #shatteredglass #sg ish

[rae-gar-targaryen]

Your sleepover idea is AMAZING! Such a great and fun idea ❤ Would it be possible to request 82: I dont get paid enough for this shit! With Max Phillips or Pero Tovar 😊❤ Thank you 😊 💓

A/N: Thank you for this request! I have never written for Tovar before, and I think he’s a criminally underrated character. I hope I do him justice. Let’s try it, because quite honestly i don’t even know what this is.  

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“A Job Less Ordinary” (Pero Tovar x Reader) 

Pero Tovar’s life was just a comedy of errors. Or, at least, he thought so. But then again, he had always thought the worst.

Then again, he knew if you were by his side now to hear him grouse, you would just smile and roll your eyes playfully at him. 

“Always so grumpy,” you would chide. “Maybe you should have chosen a less-complicated profession?”

It was true-- mercenary work was a complicated profession. Even the simplest of smash-and-grab jobs always had a way of turning into more. Honestly, it pissed him off. If his fiery temper didn’t already abut a short fuse, this job would just be the little push he needs to send him over the edge. 

He hears your voice again.

“So dramatic, Pero,” you would sigh prettily, dreamily, playing with his fingers as they intertwine with yours.

Pero loved that about you-- you would never hesitate to help ground him when he was in a mood. If anyone else tried, he thinks he’d kill them. His fiery nature often got the better of him, but you’d never seemed to mind. Especially if said fiery temper benefitted you. Specifically, if it benefitted you for hours at a time.

Yet, here Pero was, sitting around a campfire with these faceless idiots who couldn’t keep quiet long enough to hear whether something was sneaking up on them in the dark, which, he thinks, is sort of important if you’re going to survive as a sellsword. 

This job was just getting worse and worse all the time. If this merry band of accompanying idiots wasn’t bad enough, he’d been hired to escort a kidnapped prince back to his kingdom, by flash of steel and under pain of death, if necessary. The king’s spoiled son had been taken by the less-than-savory lords of a neighboring kingdom. It seems he had a bit of a gambling problem and stopped repaying his debts. 

The king had brought in mercenaries from around the Spanish main to recover his erstwhile heir. 

Honestly, Pero thought, I hope they take the brat’s kneecaps. T’would serve him right.

He had barely slept in a few days, the harsh summer heat, even overnight, pressing his leathers and armour into his skin rather uncomfortably, and his group had already been attacked twice. Twice! Once by a merry little bandit of pickpockets he’d been quick to chase away, and once by the lords’ men, hoping to deter the king’s sellswords from recouping their prize.

You’d think a king would dispense better coin if he really cared about his son. But no. Pero had taken the job for far less than he probably should have. Especially if he had known what a pain in the ass this whole thing would be.

But still, though he harbored no desire to return there, he had survived the Tao Tei of the far East, he could survive this idiot boy. 

You’d seemed to think so, pressing a warm kiss to the corner of his mouth and wishing him a speedy return, whispering in his ear the promises of riches he was far more interested in upon his return. 

The morning came, and Pero and the others trudged on, reaching the manor where the lords were keeping the king’s son. Of course it was heavily guarded, Pero sighed. Of course. 

As the idiots around him charged in with no though to strategy, Pero rolled his eyes before joining the fray, swinging his longsword with both hands. He was doing fine, up until a particularly pesky faceless guard swinging a mace nearly clipped him in the arm with said winding weapon. 

Pero snarled at him after being knocked off his feet by said faceless guard. Blocking a blow from the ground with his sword, Pero grunted, heaved the man away from him before righting himself upon his own two feet. He’d had enough!

“I don’t get paid enough for this shit,” Pero grunted, swinging his sword cleanly through a gap in the man’s armor, felling him swiftly. 

He stormed the manor, grabbing the spoiled prince by the arm with a, “Come, boy. Your king-father awaits.” 

And with their group significantly smaller than the group they’d begun with, they commenced their return journey home, the princeling riding atop the back of a neighboring sellsword’s horse, whining loudly about the accommodations.

Another night, another camp and fire. This time, with a loudmouth prince as his company. It would be so much more pleasant if he could just lose himself in his thoughts of you, as he sharpened his axe before the fire. But the boy’s voice was an obnoxious trill hammering a headache behind his eyes. 

“Say, how’d you get that scar anyhow, sellsword?” The prince asked, gesturing at his eye to Pero. 

Pero grunts in response. “Got it from a warrior king,” he huffed. “I murdered his heir who would not cease his yammering,” Pero uttered harshly. He looked up from his axe to fix a deep glare from his dark eyes into the boy’s. 

“What, really?” The prince asked. 

Could this boy be any denser? Pero thought. But now he was beginning to enjoy chiding this idiot. 

“Churlish, Pero,” you would admonish him. “I do so adore when you are sweeter,” you’d croon, batting your eyelashes at him. 

But you weren’t here. And what you did not know, would not harm you. 

“Of course not, idiot boy,” Pero snarled. “I got it from a Queen. Your mother, in fact. She should really watch where she wields her taloned grip in the throes of passion,” he laid on his accent extra thick with his last few words. 

The prince jumped to his feet, angry now that Pero had dared insinuate he’d fucked his mother. 

“How dare you, mercenary!” He shouted. “I- I could have you killed, you know!” 

“By whom, boy?” Pero drawled, getting up and gripping the hilt of his sword at his side. “Your king-father? Who do you think is paying me now? Hmm? Sit down and eat your food in silence before I contemplate regicide as applies to a certain prince before mine eyes any further.” 

The prince sighed in defeat, before sitting again. Pero barked a laugh at the boy before following suit from across the flames, resuming his sharpening. His thoughts turning to you again. 

I don’t get paid enough for this shit, Pero thought again. 

The days passed and Pero had effectively delivered his whinging, spoiled quarry into the hands of a grateful, but taciturn, king. Collecting his measly winnings, Pero turned on his heel and left the king’s great hall, eager to return to your arms.

You were awaiting Pero at the doorstep of your small home, long dress blowing in the breeze. You ran to greet him, flinging your arms around his neck and peppering his face with soft kisses. Pero grunted at the impact of your body leaping onto his, but quickly wound his arms around to catch you, hands going instantly to cup your bum through your full skirt and lifting you into a spin. 

You giggled as Pero spun you around once, twice, three times before putting you back on your swaying feet, and leaning down to kiss you deeply. 

“I am pleased to see you have returned to me in one piece, fair, brave wayfarer,” you gasped through your breathlessness. “I hope your rewards were plentiful to compensate you for such peril.”

Pero growled teasingly at you before scooping you up again and carrying you across the threshold, dropping you onto the bed in the corner of your cozy little room where an evening of passion was sure to await. 

He leans over you and cups the sides of your face with his large hands, tracing your lips with this thumbs. There is a swirling danger behind your eyes, and Pero aims to play on it. Until all of your secrets are uncovered, even if it takes all night. What a task.

“My dove, you are the only reward of any value.” 

#sleepover weekend #prompt writing #my writing #pero tovar #pero tovar imagine #tovar imagine #pero tovar x reader #tovar x reader #the great wall #the great wall imagine #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine #pero tovar fluff #some comedy #idek what this is