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spockvarietyhour · 7 months

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Doctor Who "World Enough and Time"

#Doctor Who #World Enough and Time #Mr. Razor #Mister Razor #The Master #simm!master #Bill Potts #dwedit #tvedit #scifiedit #GIF #my gifs #not a dw rewatch #Hide and Queue

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carleybenazzi-blog-blog · 1 year

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thefriendlyfour · 8 months

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FOWL agents near and far (redbubble)

#my art #dwd #darkwing duck #fowl #steelbeak #ammonia pine #ample grime #major synapse #hotshot #flygirl #mister wonderful #razor quill #dwd oc #dominic domino #high command

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anotherwvba · 6 months

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By Blood or By Choice pt. 6

The WVBA cafeteria was buzzing with the usual chatter and clatter of trays and utensils, the aroma of various cuisines filling the air. At one corner table, Andre Sands, The Sandman, oldest son of a living legend, sat alone, too engrossed in his phone to notice. His eyes were glued to the replay of his fight against Aran Ryan from last night. He was savoring his most recent knockout victory, the moment his fist connected with Aran's jaw, sending him sprawling to the canvas in the third round. A smirk crossed his lips as he took another bite of his steak.

A couple of young trainees hesitated near his table, their trays in hand, their eyes darting between the empty seats and Sandman’s imposing figure. Before they could even muster the courage to ask if they could sit, Sandman looked up and sneered, "Y'all think you're worthy to sit at the same table as The Sandman? Y’all just pathetic. Keep it moving, amateurs."

The trainees hurried off, their faces flushed with embarrassment. Just as Sandman was about to go back to his phone, a female voice tinged with sarcasm filled the air and broke the tension, "Wow, Andre. Real classy. Dad would be so proud."

Sandman’s head snapped around, his eyes narrowing as they met those of his younger sister, Sahara, standing with a drink in her hand, bright blue pixie cut and all. "What the hell are you doing here?" he spat out.

Unfazed and without waiting on an invitation, Sahara took the seat opposite him, setting down her drink. "I saw your fight last night. Congrats on the win, big bro. Aran Ryan ain’t no joke."

Andre leaned back in his chair, rolling his eyes. "No joke?! Please, I carried that fool to the third round. Could've starched his ass in the first if I’d wanted."

Sahara chuckled, shaking her head. "That’s bullshit, Andre, and you know it. I know a hard fight when I see one and that Irish boy pushed you hard."

Annoyed, Sandman leaned back in his chair and shot back, "You done talking nonsense? Or you got something else you wanna say before you leave?"

Sahara leaned forward, her elbows on the table, locking eyes with her brother. "You know what's really nonsense? I mean downright disgraceful? You're not in the WVBA to make your name, your tryin’ to overshadow Dad's."

Sandman leaned forward and his eyes went cold. "Listen to me, little sis. I don't give a damn what you or anyone in this family thinks. I'm The Sandman, and when I'm done, when people hear that name, they gonna think of me! Not some deadbeat old man."

A slow smile spread across Sahara's face. "You ain’t dragging Dad's name through the mud, not if I can help it."

Andre's eyes narrowed. "Well, you can’t, Sahara. Leave. Now. You don't belong here."

“Oh, I think I do.” Still smiling, Sahara reached in her pocket and tossed a card on the table in front of her brother. "You'll be seeing a lot more of me, trust me."

Curious, Sandman picked it up. His eyes widened as he read it, his grip tightening on the card.

Sahara grinned and stood up, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Let me introduce myself. The name’s Razor Sharp and I just signed my WVBA contract as a fighter in the Women's Circuit. See you around, big bro." While she turned and walked away, Sandman clenched his fists, crumpling the card in his hand. He watched his little sister leave while a slow, burning anger started building inside. Sahara… no. Razor never looked back. She’d made her point, Mister Sandman’s baby girl, the daughter of Tyrell “The Razor” Sands, was here to stay.

#punch out #super punch out #punch out wii #punch-out!!#super punch-out!!#punch-out!! wii #punch out oc #punch out fanfic #wvba #The Sandman #Razor Sharp #Mister Sandman #Mr. Sandman

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icerberused · 7 months

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what would Wriothesley think of Razor upon meeting ?

Wrio would understand Razor language almost naturally. yes, lupical. very important.

Wrio would unintentionally mimic Razor’s spirit guide and roughly ruffle razor’s head and basically treat him like a younger pack member. Razor smells like he already has parents mentors i.e Lisa, Diluc, Kaeya. etc and Wrio already has a pup of his own but still. it’s duties of the adults to care for younger members of the pack.

Razor is tough and strong for a kid with such noddle arms. Wrio would cook Razor the most meaty of meals. to grow taller and bigger of course uwub and not because Wrio has doting uncle tendencies.

basically, Wrio would treat Razor like a member of the pack. he just needs to grow taller and eat more meats and potatoes uwub

#ˏ͛ ☽ . ― * mister policeman i don't want no trouble ( ooc.)#wrio holding razor up by the scruff of his neck and dropping him by the gates of monstadt like :/#who’s son is this and why is he all the way in Fontaine? :/#I fed him and brought him back and his two friends :/#who’s son is this really because this pup is very thin who is not feeding this boy right #gotta do everything myself :/

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bonny-kookoo · 7 months

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Stereotypes...

So in the latest shot it is mentioned how MC is targeted by alphas who want to provide her with what she actually needs and that Jungkook supposedly can't give her.

I couldn't stop myself from imagining how he may encounter the same issue, with female alphas trying to offer him that more MC presumably lacks. And I'd like to see how she handles it. If she gets hurt by that and becomes insecure, if she tries to lay marks on Jungkook to let everyone know he's taken...

-> Masterlist

"So, your omega friend?" She asks, giggling as she glances over at you currently asking Jimin and Yoongi something.

"What about my girlfriend?" Jungkook wonders, mirroring her tone- though his seems to have a razor edge, so sharp she doesn't notice the cut.

Yet.

"Ah yeah, I heard. How's it working out for you both?" She fakes innocence, trying to appear friendly. But he knows what she's trying to do. "Not to sound weird, but you both shouldn't be out.. you know. So close to heat." She shrugs.

"We're fine, thanks for the concern." Jungkook says, keeping his eyes on her. To most, it probably see.s as if he's taken interest- but that's just because his actions are brushed off due to his subgender.

"Well, since she's probably bagging stoic-mister-Min over there-" she purrs, leaning her head on her hand. "I could help you out?" She offers, and Jungkook stares her down, quietly, silent, no words offered, just a slight smirk on his lips, eyes sharp, bold, as if daring her to act.

And act she does, her hand on his knee invading his personal space.

"Uhm.. Jungkook.?" You wonder hesitantly, earning a fierce glare from the woman trying to bag your boyfriend at the moment. It's what you're scared of- Jungkook finding someone better suited for him, someone who can offer him the care and protection he needs. He surely must feel vulnerable considering you can't really offer any physical security.

Does he get tired of it? Can she offer it to him?

"Sorry.." you hesitate- but Jungkook clearly feels relieved to have you close, pulling you onto his lap, successfully pushing the other woman off as he nozzles boldly into your neck, scenting you. His eyes sparkle again, your presence charging his batteries once more.

Okay- maybe he's not interested in her.

"No worries baby." He purrs towards you, your scent and presence grounding him again, clearing his head and wiping away all his growing anger. "What did he say?" He asks you, his arms around your waist keeping you secure on his lap as he playfully bounces his leg.

Your scent makes him feel all Bubbly.

He can feel eyes on him and you. It's always like this.

But they can only watch. He's got you.

"Uh.." you mumble, unsure now. You've been so on edge that now with Jungkook so close, you feel funny inside, head clouded. "I forgot." You say, leaning into him, and Jungkook hums in response, kissing your cheek, protective instincts flaring up as he notices quite a few people watching with different intentions now.

Does it bother him that you're so affected by his scent alone? It doesn't feel like it- and that reassures you that you're no bother.

"Thats alright. I'm sure he'll text you later." He says. "Let's go home now, hm?" He wonders, and you nod.

Jungkook knows best.

In the car, together with Yoongi and Jimin in the front seats while you're in the back with Jungkook, the alpha speaks up.

"You shouldn't bring her out anymore." He says. "Seven to ten days prior to heat for females, Jungkook." He offers.

"I forgot." He hums, running a hand over your head.

"You shouldn't, if you want to keep her safe." Yoongi scolds, causing Jimin to look at him sternly as if to remind him that it's not his place to say anything. "Neither should you be out yourself." He goes on.

Jungkook shrinks down in the backseat, defeated.

"Yoongi-" jimin starts, but Yoongi shakes his head, stopping at a red light to connect eyes with the omega in the backseat.

"No." He says. "Face reality. You can make this work-" he offers, starting to drive again as the lights turn green. "-But only if you realize that the world won't bend around you two." He explains, making Jungkook look over at you.

Is he the right person for you?

Can he really be the perfect fit?

Or is his ego simply not letting him accept that you should both try and search for something 'normal'?

No.

Yoongi is right.

He can be the right fit for you. This is new, uncharted territory- and you're gonna run into problems no matter what. But he can work it out, find ways and substitutes, he can solve whatever you have to go through moving forward. You're just what he needs.

And he can be just what you need.

"Jungkook-" jimin sighs, looking back. "..-if you need help next week, Yoongi and I talked about it with her, and its fine." He says. "We'll help." He clarifies, and Jungkook nods.

"We won't need it." He says, determined, an arm around your shoulder helping you be comfortable as you sleep against his shoulder.

You'll figure it out.

Together.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook imagine #jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook imagines

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the-californicationist · 2 months

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Good Fences (Fluffuary #28) - Finale

FEB28: Reader Request - John Needs a Shave

Concept idea from my besites, @ofdivinity01 and @glitterypirateduck! Hope y'all like it!

xoxoxoxoxoxox

John’s hand was cleaned and bandaged, but he had hurt it pretty badly. He had been cleaning a huge fish outside on the patio, one that he had caught himself from the river behind your house, and the knife caught and slipped, jamming into his palm. It was healing fine, but he was struggling with his grip.

“Bloody hell!” He shouted from the bathroom, and you heard a metallic clatter follow with it.

You hurried to check on him, rushing to his side,

“John? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, love,” he sighed out of frustration, “It’s just this hand. Can’t grab my shaver properly. Tired of this messy face, and I’m sure you are, too.”

He smiled down at you, half-shaven and half-wild. You shook your head,

“It’s okay, babe. But, we can’t have you walking around half-finished. Can I help?”

“Ever used a straight razor?”

“No,” you sighed, “But, I can go slowly.”

“Aye,” he nodded, “Alright.”

“Here,” you said, staring up at his great height, “Why don’t you come have a seat in the kitchen.”

You set him up by the sink, filling up a bowl with water to wash the razor, and squirting some shaving cream into your palm. He was sitting in the chair, and you hovered over him, smearing the soft foam onto his skin, making sure to leave his chops and sideburns untouched.

“Chin’s the hard part, so just do little strokes,” he instructed, “And, hey,” he grabbed your arm, “Thank you for this.”

You kissed his forehead,

“No problem, John. I’ve got you.”

You set to work, shaving off his chin bit by bit. The razor made quiet little scraping noises, and you tried to cut as close as you could to the skin without nicking him. It was hard to get the right angle.

“Sorry,” you said, “Do you mind if I sit in your lap. It’s hard for me to –”

“Tha’s fine, love,” John uncrossed his leg and patted his thigh.

You straddled him, trying to ignore the fire that rose in your belly. You focused back on your work, moving down to his neck. With each little swipe and swish of your blade, you noticed that he was breathing a little harder. You stopped, looking up at him,

“Are you alright? Do you need a break?”

There was a low rumble in his chest that was almost a moan, and then he answered darkly,

“No…”

He put both of his hands on your hips in a very familiar fashion, and you shifted your weight. As you did, you felt him, hard as a lead pipe beneath you.

“Ahh…” You smiled, “I see. Be patient, mister. Almost done.”

He grunted in response, choosing to remain silent.

You didn’t spare him any mercy while he was under your body. You shifted back and forth, teasing his rigid cock, shaving even slower, taking longer than you needed to. And by the time you were done, cleaning up the stray foam, your husband was a panting, growling mess.

The last wipe of the dry cloth brought his face down to yours, his mouth only inches from your lips, and you could taste his warm breath.

You kissed him languidly, not giving him any room to be ravenous with you, and you smiled coyly,

“All done, babe. How does it feel?”

He scooped you up, leaving the chair in the kitchen, and lay you on the couch, shucking your pajama pants off of your body and spreading your legs apart with his rough hands. He chuckled,

“Why don’t you tell me?”

That's all, folks! Here lies the end of our smutless, fluffy adventure. Thanks so much to everyone for all of their support. I would've stopped weeks ago if it wasn't for y'all. Looking back, I think this exercise really helped me improve, and it got me out of my rut.

If you had a good time, please consider donating to my coffee fund. This derpy cat needs caffeine, and your hard-earned dollars are very much appreciated.

Reblogs, comments, and kudos (AO3) also bring me so much joy, so thank you for interacting with me and my work. More Price is on the way!

Y'all are the best ✌️🩷

P.S. Do these two deserve a smutty follow-up tomorrow? I think they do. 😈 It is a leap year, after all.

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mari-the-hedgiewolf · 5 months

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The True King of Invokations (Mini Seelie! Reader Insert) (1/2)

When you arrived in the world of Teyvat, you didn't expect to find yourself in a seelie body of all things. Unspoken words turned into thrills and squeaks, your floating mass stretching out barely to form a semblance of arms, communication was definitely a problem you had to overcome. So it was quite fortunate that despite the crowded streets of Sumeru, you managed to spot Cyno, the General Mahamatra himself, coming back from a mission, his headpiece easily recognizable from a distance.

As for Cyno, he didn't expect a squeaking, squishy blob to tackle his face into a hug, taking a second to process what just happened. What were you supposed to be? He wasn't sure, but it doesn't look like you were a threat. Nevertheless, he had to report back from his duty, so he settled you down on the grass nearby. "You should probably go, little one" he spoke, his unwavering gaze meeting your own for a second before he started walking away. But you were obstinate, and no matter how hard he tried to softly shoo you away as he walked towards the Akademiya, you always came back, stubbornly plopping yourself between his headpiece as a final stand, little arms holding onto the ears, squeaking as loudly as you could whenever his hand approached to tug you away. Unsure of what to do, he let you stay there, since you weren't causing any trouble for now. But he would definitely have to seek Tighnari's advice at the end of the day.

The walk towards Gandharva Ville was quite pleasant. Different types of flora danced softly with the gentle breeze, as the water followed its course to a great fall, providing a jaw dropping view, its beauty enhanced by the last sun rays of this beautiful day. Soon enough, a familiar tree could be seen in the distance, a few forest rangers coming and going, your form literally glowing as you laid your gaze on Collei, catching her attention. "Oh! Mister Cyno! What are you doing here?" she said, slightly surprised at the sudden visit, her eyes glancing curiously at your form, who floated out of your comfortable position to hover around her, squeaking happily at her presence. "I just finished my duties for the day, and as you can see, I made a . . . new acquaintance on the way" He started to explain, just as you were making yourself comfortable in Collei's warm, slightly calloused hands "No idea what they could be though. I thought Tighnari could help".

Collei couldn't help but be curious as well. She looked down at you, moving you slightly to free one of her hands so she could scratch behind your ear softly. Oh, that was simply delightful, you couldn't help but literally melt under her friendly scritches, loudly purring, vibrating your small form, earning a giggle in the process. "They're really cute, Mister Cyno. Where did you find them?" "It's more like they found me first and didn't let go when I was inside the city" She thought for a moment "Well, Master Tighnari is out on patrol, but he should come back soon enough. Would you like to stay for a while until he comes back?" She asked. Bless her big heart, she gives you cuteness aggression, but it's hard to squish her when you're so small. Cyno seems to contemplate the offer before nodding, stating he could go for a round or two of Genius Invokation TCG.

You perked up at the mention of the card game. Back at your own world, while you're no expert at the alternative game mode, you found the change of pace refreshing. Sure, the dice RNG made you figuratively tear out your hair sometimes, but it was fun trying to combine strategies while using your favorite characters' cards as units! Overseeing the duel, you could recognize the familiar decks they used in-game, Collei using her card alongside Xiangling and Mona's, while Cyno had his with Razor and Xingqiu's.

Both decks had their advantages, but you were slightly leaning towards Collei for this round, not forgetting how many times she gave you a run for your money in Serious Showdown. Yet, Cyno's gaze told another story. Did he perhaps gain a good hand right from the start? As the duel continued, you started to float around anxiously. Collei managed to defeat both Razor and Xingqiu using her burgeon strategy, but Cyno managed to ult with the Liyue character before he went down, leaving him with his own card, stacked and ready to deal Electro-charged damage, which was dangerous for her since all of her characters were at low health. In the end, the General Mahamatra won by 1 HP, the breath you were holding escaping your non-existent mouth.

It was such a close match, you couldn't help but cheer them both, thrills and squeals filling the air, as you flew around them, quiet laughter following suit just as a certain Forest Watcher entered his house. “Oh? I didn't realize we would have guests today” Tighnari commented, bow safely tucked behind him so he could carry medicinal herbs and botanical samples on his coiled basket “Master Tighnari! You're back!” Collei exclaimed, quickly gathering her deck before standing up. You merely watched as he asked her to sort them out with a quick reply, his attention turning to your blob form, his analyzing gaze making you press against Cyno's, now headpiece free, hair.

“And where did you find your little companion, Cyno?” he questioned, his ears serving as a good distraction for you to fixate on instead of your own nervousness. “They actually found me first more than anything. I wasn't sure about their origins, so I decided to come” the general explained. Tighnari hummed, extending their hand in invitation to you, keeping a respectable distance so you wouldn't be startled. Slowly, you detached from soft light gray locks, floating your way to the black and orange glove. Despite not having a nose, you could sense the natural scent of the forest from him, making you slowly relax on his hold, purring in content.

“I've seen illustrations about them before. Yet it's my first time seeing a mini seelie myself. What a curious critter” Tighnari explained as he scratched behind your ear. How did everyone know it was your weak spot? You're not sure. But you weren't complaining as it meant more pets and scritches from the main Sumeru cast, turning you into a happy, melted mess “Yet precisely because of their rarity that they're often sought-after by hunters. For their sake, it's best if one of us takes care of them in the meantime. I have a feeling this one wants to stay with at least one of us at all times”. By the Archons, this guy is way too smart! You chirped happily as you circled around both males, eliciting a chuckle from both when you nuzzled their cheeks.

Even though your travel to another world was unexpected, you were glad you could count on some of your favorite characters to help you along the way. And as they retired for the night, you looked up to the sky, wondering what kind of interactions you would have next.

(Had to cut it in 2 parts because I was getting carried away with writing, haha. This silly idea has been giving me brainrot for too long, so I decided to write it down. @genshinarchives has some really good seelie! reader stories that inspired this one, so go check them out!~ )

#this is basically a what if 'kuriboh was a player instead of yugi' scenario but in genshin #I just want silly blob to absolutely destroy and shake the Genius Invokation community that's all :>#genshin impact #genshin #genshin cyno #genshin tighnari #genshin collei #genshin reader insert #genshin x reader #seelie! reader #genshin writing #mari-the-hedgiewolf

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spockvarietyhour · 7 months

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Doctor Who "World Enough and Time"

#Doctor Who #World Enough and Time #Missy #The Master #simm!master #Mr. Razor #mister razor #dwedit #scifiedit #tvedit #GIF #my gifs #not a dw rewatch #Hide and Queue

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clangenrising · 17 days

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I noticed that in the rant there's a couple spelling errors! "and I thats" and "out" instead of our. Mystique also mentions that she's had humans take her kits before twice but he only reacts the second time, is that intentional? Either way, it's interesting seeing Mister Deputy freak out while Miss Kittypet is used to doing whatever bc of her, frankly irresponsible, owners. The second she mentioned feeling sick I knew it was going to be morning sickness though haha

Thanks! I fixed those mistakes.

And yes, that was intentional. He doesn't really hear her the first time, being so overwhelmed.

And yeah, Mystique is a spoiled little brat haha. Her owners let her do whatever and, as long as she doesn't get in his way, so does Razor. She's not used to having to really worry about other people's feelings or not getting what she wants.

#not art #asks and answers #anon asks #Mystique #Russetfrond #Rustique

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hardly-an-escape · 2 years

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listen, I see your fanon conviction that Hob dislikes Shakespeare on principle after what happened in 1589, and I raise you: Hob learning about the anti-Stratfordians in the mid-19th century and immediately and wholeheartedly coming down on the opposite side of whatever that nonsense is:

you can’t tell me Mister Hob “Bob Everyman” Gadling, who’s visited the heights and depths of the early modern human experience, is going to accept the argument that one needs must be an educated nobleman in order to write great works of literature

or that someone of humble and obscure origins doesn’t have the fine sensibilities and creativity to understand and portray the breadth of emotion in Shakespeare’s plays

(Hob himself is intensely average and though he may not be able to write them, he can sure as hell understand them)

imagine, if you will, Hob constantly getting into trouble when arguing with anti-Stratfordians because half of his evidence is based on the fact that he knows it was Will Shakespeare because he fucking met Will Shakespeare

Hob constantly disgusted at the tendency of Certain Kinds of People to make things far far more complicated than they need to be, i.e… English spelling has never been consistent especially where names are concerned, there are no hidden ciphers, nobody faked their death or hid undiscovered manuscripts in any tombs, Ockham’s Razor for Christ’s sake etc. etc.

he teaches a seminar on the Shakespeare authorship question and it’s one of the most well-attended in the university’s history because he’s gained a reputation as an extremely animated lecturer

“listen, the man may have been a twat on a personal level but twats can be geniuses too”

(I blame @qqueenofhades for this because her fic AITWW is making me think A Lot about Hob and History and I already have feelings about Shakespeare authorship)

#The Sandman #Sandman meta #Hob Gadling #Shakespeare #Dreamling #Shakespeare authorship #reposting this from my main blog bc I think it may have been hidden from search results and I want to know what people think #my writing

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petermorwood · 10 months

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This follows @dduane's comment on the tin- / can-opener thread here, but it's wandered off into corkscrew country so is better off alone.

Yes, we did once have a Mister Stabby tin opener. Why, I have no idea, because I can’t remember it ever being used.

That black-handled butterfly opener is the standard design which cuts out a disc inside the tin’s rim; I prefer the blue one, which takes the entire top off.

NB, it's supposed to leave (per Wikipedia) "a relatively safe, non-jagged edge". Non-jagged, yes; relatively safe, not so much; the action of cutting gives the tin a fairly acute bevel, which if not razor sharp is certainly capable of reminding you it's there.

As for the corkscrews...

That maroon thing at the top like a marker pen is a standard T-bar corkscrew in travel configuration; the screw part is inside the hollow handle which in use goes through a hole in that large section.

The five ‘Waiter’s Knives” are a multi-Euro-city visual record of DD’s comment, best summarised as “But I thought YOU packed it...”

The white thing is a crown-cap bottle opener which came home from The Mission Palms in Tempe AZ, USA, after either Coppercon or the first US Discworld con.

The black and clear ones are variants on the Screwpull design, where continuing to turn the handle winds the cork out, so much screwing but no actual pulling. (There's a comment about the effects of wine hanging about like a bluebottle, but I'll ignore it.)

The button on the black one is a foil-cutter; squeeze in while turning the bottle a couple of times, then extract the cork as usual and a neat cap of foil comes off with it.

The red one is a “Butler’s Friend” which works by wiggling two flat prongs down between cork and bottle then twisting the cork out; good for broken corks but not much used any more (but see below).

Edgar is Edgar.

Okay, Edgar (official name “Lazy Fish”, I have No Idea where “Edgar” came from) is a “zig-zag” cantilever corkscrew whose levers reduce the effort needed to draw a cork.

There’s one flaw, which you can see in the larger image: that screw isn’t a screw but a spiral blade, which can sometimes cut the cork so what comes out is just a plug from the middle, leaving the rest still in the bottle. This can be annoying, and is the only reason nowadays to dig out the Butler’s Friend.

Otherwise, Edgar Butler (character name, makes note...) stays in semi-retirement at the back of the drawer while the Screwpulls do what they're designed for - except of course for the increasing number of wine-bottles with screw caps, where Special Devices * are no longer required.

* Those Special Devices are collectible, and I have learned a thing today - a corkscrew collector is a Helixophile...

#food and drink #kitchen gadgets #tin-opener #can-opener #corkscrew #helixophile

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platonicyanderepanic · 4 months

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Hii, it's been a while since I sent a request(?) or is it called an ask? I have no idea, but I do finally have some more time now. So first off, I hope you have a good day! Take good care of yourself and stay hydrated! Second, I recently got back into Genshin, and I was wondering what your headcanons are for platonic yandere Kaeya and Diluc (separately?). Or if you don't like them, platonic yandere headcanons for Razor, Bennett, and Fischl in a group? But you don't have to answer any of this, especially if it makes you uncomfortable. Again take good care! Plus have a great day or night!

Hey mate! Sorry for the wait take care of yourself as well! If you ever wanna play genshin together I would be happy to share my uid (American server)

•Diluc is a possessive man, since his father died he is slow to let go of things, especially if he sees those things as rightfully his.

•you worked at the angles share, a ‘extra hand’ he called you. At first he didn’t care for you, he didn’t dislike you but you weren’t one of his.

•so he doesn’t really notice when you got a vision either, a hydro vision he heard, but he wasn’t sure.

•he only truly noticed you when he was out as the dark night, he was fighting hoards of abyss mages and hillicurls. He thought he had defeated them all, he had thought wrong. •as he finishes with what he thought was the last of them, throwing his claymore to the side as he slumps against a mondstatd tree in exhaustion. •He closes his eyes and there hears a distinct laugh, his eyes shoot open, and he sees a familiar ‘face’, a pyro abyss mage he thought he had killed, must of have played dead. There is no way he can get his weapon, no way he can defend himself, ‘damn..’ he thinks

•but he won’t go down without a fight! He stands up slowly, preparing to fight, readying himsel-

“Leave him alone!” •was that, (reader)!? He sees you scare off the mage, clearly you are not experienced with your vision but you tried, and you did it.

“well mister dark night, you should get home, I don’t uh know where you live so I can’t help you home, but uh stay safe!”

•and before he can say anything you were gone, just like that. He may have to look into you more…

•Keaya unlike diluc, is a very avoidant person, he finds that the more he loves someone, the more he distances himself from them.

•he will never admit it but he sees himself as sort of a curse to his family and friends. He got his dilucs father killed, who’s to say he won’t get more people killed?

•when a new face moved to mondstatd he payed you no mind, no need to know everyone in the city. •but what caught his attention was how everyone seemed to pay attention to you, like you where important in some way, but you weren’t. You didn’t even have a vision at the time!!

•so obviously he tried to see what the big deal was about. And boy did the opportunity come up, you had gotten lost in some back streets and came up to him on your own! For directions of course but still.

•and from there, Kaeya forged a friendship. All strictly for knowledge of course. You and him got close, and when you got your pyro vision you told him first.

•and when he felt true joy for you, and actual jealousy and rage when he heard amber would be the one helping you learn your vision, he knew he had to step back.

•so on one day, he stopped talking to you. Stopped replying to letters or even in person. And you would never know why your best friend is suddenly ignoring you, and never know whatever you did wrong

but he doesn’t want that

——

Maldonado finally built up enough motivation to write a bit!

#yandere genshin impact #platonic yandere #yandere keaya #yandere diluc

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didyoutrydynamite · 1 year

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So assuming jaune somehow ends up in the bioshock verse via whatever plot maguffin what’s his reactions to the songbird?

My excuse for the dimension jump is that he lands there right after he falls into the void at the end of Vol 8, or at least falls into the Luteces influence.

~0~0~0~0~0~

Jaune/Elizabeth: *Running through the tower's walkways, horrendous shrieking noises fill the air and the ear numbing wrenching of metal with razor claws carve out the brass walls*

Songbird: SCREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Jaune: What is that thing!? Grimm?!

Elizabeth: What are-? Just hurry!

Jaune: Theres an elevator down just ahead!

Jaune/Elizabeth: *Run to the observation room where Jaune mashes the elevator button*

Elizabeth: *Looks at all the one way mirrors looking into her private quarters* What is all this? They were watching me? All this time? Why...

Jaune: You never knew?

Elizabeth: *Shakes her head* No! Why did they put me in here? What am I? WHAT AM I?

Songbird: SCREEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Jaune: *Mashing the elevator button a few more times* I don't know, but WE are LEAVING!

Songbird: *Smashes a giant clawed fist through the door, followed by its grotesque leather bird head and glowing red eyes*

Jaune: *Stricken with soul rending terror*

Songbird: SCREEEEEEEEEE!!!

Elizabeth: *Screams as she backs against the wall*

Jaune: *Snaps out of it, tightening his grip on his stolen Zealot Sword and charges. His sword clangs against the monster's giant glass eye, causing a fine crack to form*

Songbird: *Screeches as it backs it head into the elevator shaft, right when the elevator crashes down from above forcing it down a few levels*

Jaune: *Knees buckling with nerves as he breathes in short panicked breaths* W-what in the Brothers...

Elizabeth: Mister! Come on, we need to go!!

Jaune: *Gulps* Right. Down the shaft. HURRY!

#jaune arc #elizabeth comstock #bioshock crossover

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neovenatorgirlteeth · 5 months

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Perhaps, mister Schrödinger, the simplest solution to find out if your cat is dead or not is to open the box, but alas it is sealed with tape; now if mister Occam would be so kind as to lend me his razor-

#anthem posts

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Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

Summary: Din opens up to Ann a bit more

A/N: Hello lovelies,

I hope everyone is doing well. I throughly enjoyed my day off, with cleaning, baking, and doing my taxes. Woohoo. Talk about living the dream!

I hope everyone has a lovely weekend. Also heads up there are only two chapters left for this part.

Love oo

Due to the past history of the OC there will be discussions alluding to past domestic abuse, please note that as it could be a trigger for some.

Warnings: Awkward conversations and question, discussions about flirting, chewing with your mouth open, seeing dead people. If I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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THE CRESTWORLD

CHAPTER TWELVE

The wind brushed against my face as we drove back to the ranch, silence had filled the truck since we left the diner. I wasn’t sure if Din was irritated with me or Cobb, but either way I wasn’t going to be the first to break the silence between us and cause Din a bigger headache.

He felt a tension in the truck as he drove, he hated how quiet she got when it was just the two of them at times, he let out a huff, “Um … ahem! I didn’t realize you and Cobb had gotten that close” he muttered, hating that was the only thing that popped into his head.

“Close?” I turned to look at him a little confused, “What close, that’s called being friendly.”

“Seemed more like flirting to me.”

Why did he care if she was flirting with Cobb, that was her business. She was simply an employee, it had nothing to do with him.

I leaned against the door as I turned to look at him, a smirk appearing on my lips, as I took in his demeanour.

“Let me get this straight. You, Mister ‘I only speak when I absolutely have to’, believe that my casual conversation, chewing with my mouth open, and let’s not forget to mention telling him off was flirting to you?”

He glanced over to her, realizing how absurd his statement had been. He kept his eyes focused on the road ahead of him, why had it appeared more than what it was when they were in the diner? He matched her smirk, giving a slight nod, “Okay, point taken.”

“I mean I could be wrong,” I held up my hands in surrender, “maybe you find seeing someone eating their food with their mouths open, really attractive.”

Din let out a chuckle, shaking his head, “No. No, that’s not attractive, at all.”

I tilted my head as I looked at him, a thought in the back of my head that wouldn’t drop, “Can I ask you a question, if I’m crossing a line just say so?”

The small smirk on his lips fell away as his hand clenched around the steering wheel, focusing his eyes on the road ahead.

“I feel that if you have to ask if you’re crossing the line, you’ve probably already crossed the line and should know better.”

I bit my bottom lip nodding, “Yeah, you’re probably right. Never mind. Forget it.”

Din glanced back over to her, letting out a long sigh, as he noticed she focused her attention out the window.

Camilla always said that he had to learn to not be so guarded, not everyone was trying to hurt him, not everyone was someone who couldn’t be trusted. He promised her all those years ago when the doctor told them they needed to prepare for the worst and hope for the best, before they rolled her into the surgery to deliver Grogu. He promised he’d do better, not just for Grogu’s sake but for his own. He could still feel the ghost of her touch on his cheek, as if she was still there reminding him to let people in, he took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

He shifted in his seat, cursing himself for being a stubborn old fool. He cleared his throat, glancing over to Ann wondering if she’d ask the question regardless. Yet, only silence greeted him, and her focus on the outside was intense. He really had to learn to stop putting his foot in his mouth, he could see she wasn’t going to say anything. He had to make the effort to continue the conversation once again.

“Okay, now, you got me curious, just ask away.”

I looked back over to the man sitting beside me. His body was stiff, his hand clenching against the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were going white. Even his brows furrowed as if it took all his effort to simply concentrate on his driving.

I had wanted to ask if he ever thought about going on a date with Omera, but seeing how uneasy he was, I just couldn’t bring myself to ask. I couldn’t do that to him, not when it clearly was causing him such distress. But now I couldn’t exactly not ask anything, especially since he asked and was waiting for me to ask my question.

“Okay, um …” I shifted in my seat, turning to look at him fully, trying to think of some sort of question that might be somewhat interesting. I cleared my throat, “am I your first female farmhand?”

Din couldn’t help laughing out loud, “That’s what got you so nervous? All you wanted to know was if you were my first female farmhand?”

He glanced over to Ann again, as her smile stretched wider as a chuckle escaped her lips, he noticed how her hands tightened against her knees. Her nails were practically digging into her jeans.

Realization hit him, the question she asked wasn’t the one she intended to ask, initially. He wondered if maybe she saw his discomfort or if maybe she had a change of mind and thought better than to ask the question she initially thought of. He ran his hand through his hair, wondering, how bad could her question have been that she avoided asking it?

He noticed they passed Peli’s garage, they weren’t far from their destination and the stop they needed to make before going back to the ranch. Well they weren’t in any great rush, so there was no need to speed up or avoid answering or talking to her, his hand trailed over his moustache and beard.

“… You are my first live-in farmhand, regardless of gender. All the other previous farmhands that worked on the ranch or helped out with the house lived in town. Not to mention, most didn’t last long because of Grogu.”

“Hmm, I can see that. I was wondering, and I hope I can ask. Does he have a nervous disorder or is it that he’s really shy?”

“He’s just a shy kid, at first anyway. The doctor said that’s normal, that there are some children that are naturally shy, timid, introverted and prefer keeping to themselves. Grogu is shy at first but I think he’s just trying to see if he can trust someone before he opens up to them. Plus, he …” Din couldn’t help smiling as he thought of his son, “he inherited his mom’s ability to see people.”

“See people? Like … he sees dead people?” I glanced over to Din, who looked as though I had grown an extra head, I shrugged my shoulders, “What?”

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