even if you draw them fighting

to all those percy jackson fan girls...

… who slay history class with their big knowledge of greek and roman mythology
… who get weird stares because of their SPQR or Camp Halfblood T-Shirts or clay necklaces
… who do about 1000 tests to find out their godly parent
… who, after doing that test, draw the symbol of their godly patent literally everywhere
… who still read the books even though their friends tell them that they are for kids
… who will burn every percy jackson movie they can find
… who will fight you if you underrate Annabeth Chase because “she has no powers”
… who have 100000 ships
… who are shy nerds at school but very confident and popular on tumblr/Instagram

You go girl, because one day we all will meet up and build our own Camp Halfblood!

HAPPY GRI–

–MMICHI DAY!

A big thank you to the folks at twitter who gave me great ideas. I tried to put them all in one picture. Ichigo shouldn’t have made Grimmjow any promises he couldn’t keep. Who cares if it’s 3am? He wants his fight! 

anonymous asked:

Maybe Dark!Annabeth fighting a child of the big three and she knows that defeating them with physical, raw power isn't possible, so she attacks mentally. She defeats them with words, something Annabeth constantly does throughout the books to her enemies. Making them so angry, distracted, and/or sad that they lose focus and she easily takes the victory.

Annabeth feels him coming before she sees him.

There’s a charge in the air. A gathering static that threatens to strike with every movement she makes, but never quite gets the guts to do so.

That’s Jason Grace for you. Son of Jupiter, chosen of Juno, and just a touch too soft to do what needs to be done. Oh sure, he’ll kill monsters if he needs to, but when the monsters are gods, his solution is to become a priest.

It’s about finding a compromise, he’d said. And making sure that we’re heard.

Annabeth’s finding there are better ways of making noise.

“You got here faster than I expected,” she remarks as he touches down in front of her. She’s perched on the crumbling remnants of a wall that’s thousands of years old. Some small, distant part of her regrets what is about to happen here, but not enough to change course.

“Your pattern’s getting old,” he says. His gladius is out and he holds it warily between them. Annabeth keeps her drakonbone sword at her side. “The others can hold Percy off long enough for me to stop what you’re doing.”

She raises her eyebrows. “You’re the only one coming?”

He tries to hide his grimace, but that’s the danger with fighting your friends. They can read you too well, and a smile curls over Annabeth’s mouth at the confirmation. She hops off the wall, landing lightly on the dirt.

“What made you think I’d be at Pompeii?”

Lightning crackles in the sky overhead, raising the small hairs at the back of her neck. He nods at the scaffolding in the distance, empty of workers this early in the morning. It’s a grim dawn, about to get darker.

“No tourists today. You might’ve turned against the gods, Annabeth, but you’re not a murderer.”

Isn’t she? Annabeth has lost count of the number of monsters she’s put in the ground (under the ground). How many demigods died in the war with Kronos? They bleed red the same as mortals, and her hands are as stained as anyone’s.

So are Jason’s, and irritation pricks at her face. She smooths it away with a cool smile, carefully tracking him as he starts to circle her. She has a certain amount of faith in Jason’s willingness to ‘save’ his friends, but she’s not an idiot.

“So I should start picking locations with people if I don’t want you to interfere, is that what you’re saying?”

“That’s obviously not what I’m saying.” His gaze flickers over the ruins stretching behind her. “So this is all rigged to blow, huh?”

“Leo does good work.”

He winces. He can play on whatever friendship the two of them might have had all he likes, but that betrayal is the real knife in the guts and they both know it. Annabeth coerces her expression into concern, the cogs of her brain turning the right muscles to give it the realism it needs. She takes a half step forward, and Jason doesn’t step away.

“He misses you, you know.” Her voice is a soft thing. Caring. “Misses both of you.”

“If he misses us so bad, he should come and see us.”

“You really think we’re going to be welcome at Camp after all this?

“You haven’t killed anyone.”

The yet sits between us, and it doesn’t matter anyway. The gods would be more likely to forgive her if she had killed someone. They could have murdered thousands of mortals and not been struck down, if they’d just done it far away from the last vestiges of godly power in this world.

Gaea had plotted to bring down Mt Olympus, and that’s definitely on Annabeth’s list. But she’s always been a methodical sort of girl, and divine power runs deep. Best to stamp out all traces of it, one relic at a time.

She sighs. “We don’t plan to. You know that.”

“You’re trying to kill the gods!” Lightning cracks again, closer now. It takes more strength than Annabeth wants to admit to to avoid reaching for her weapon.

“And how many times have they tried to kill us? At best they don’t give a shit, Jason, you know that.”

But he’s shaking his head. They’ve had this fight before, all of them, enough times that she could probably just record it for him to save energy. He’s long since stopped listening to sense, and she doesn’t bother with more than a cursory attempt to convince him.

“You’re too late for this one,” she says. “I’m proud of you for getting here before it blows, but you were right. It’s ready to go.”

His grip shifts on his sword. And - there’s something in his expression that prompts her to brace for an attack, because it’s not defeat. This time, she thinks. This time might be the one where I push too far.

It’s sad, sort of, but relief swamps that soon enough. It’s not that she wants to fight old friends, but it would make everything a lot simpler. To just be able to fight, without caring what happens to them anymore. To draw battlelines instead of blurring them

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he growls. “But even if the rest of your team is ready to destroy this place, they’ll stop once you’re a hostage.”

Annabeth laughs. It’s a miscalculation, but she can’t help herself. “The others might. But hell itself couldn’t keep Percy Jackson from me, Jason, and you’re no Tartarus.”

“I can deal with Percy.”

He can’t. She wonders idly if he knows that. Everyone’s aware of Percy’s power these days, but that’s what he’s like with her at his side. Jason, she suspects, still has a little too much optimism left about what Percy’s self control would be like without her. What it would be like if he even thought she was in danger.

“Right, well, that’ll be your mistake to live with.” She squints up at the sky, trying to judge her next play. Being a hostage would accelerate certain things that she’s not ready to set into motion just yet. Most of all, she doesn’t think that Percy is quite as ready to fight the others as she is.

Not yet.

“You made a miscalculation,” she said finally. “You always want to go for the biggest player, Jason. It’s one of your biggest weaknesses.”

“You can’t talk your way out of this, Annabeth.” His body moves, and she can almost trace the lines in the air, the familiar forms he’s about to slide into. “You’re coming back to Camp wth me.”

He lifts his blade, wreathed in lightning. She smells ozone on the air, the threat of violence wafting in behind it. She clasps her hands behind her back, and lays down her hand.

“Where’s Piper, Jason?”

Everything stops. Nature itself holds its breath as those too-blue eyes widen in sheer panic, before narrowing at her.

“Piper’s your friend. You wouldn’t hurt her.”

Annabeth waits. She doesn’t need to say anything. The silence between them does it for her. The even sound of her breathing. The shroud of absolute confidence holding her shoulders straight.

You are not going to take me, her body says, like it’s all a foregone conclusion.

“She can handle herself,” he tries again, and there’s the edge of desperation that she’s been waiting for. Enough to cloud his thinking. He might not think she’s a murderer, but there are other atrocities. Things she hasn’t held back from in the opening numbers of this new war.

“Against Percy?”

That’s a risk. Because they both know that Percy isn’t steady, isn’t stable, that his relationship with Piper had been tenuous at best and that without Annabeth there, his temper might just get away with him. Piper has her Charmspeak, but there are ways around everything if you have enough power.

It’s a risk, because Jason’s anger could always outweigh his fear. He could always take it out on her rather than fly off for Piper. Annabeth is confident in her ability to take him with a sword, but Jason comes with all those bonus add-ons that children of Athena just aren’t privy to.

So she gives him one last push. Just to make sure.

“Tartarus has so many doors,” she says softly. That same quiet concern from before, turned deadly now. “You know we found all of them, right Jason?”

He spits a curse, something in Latin about the gods and what he hopes they’ll do to her. She watches him leap into the sky, shading her eyes against the rising sun until he’s no more than a dot in the distance.

“You say that like they haven’t already done their worst,” she murmurs, before turning back to the ruins.

There’s work to be done.

Naruto families (Summer Headcanon)

Boruto: Wake up, stupid dad!!

Naruto: What… what time is it?

Himawari: It’s 6 a.m! Let’s go fishing daddy.

Naruto: Just go back to bed. It’s far too early, even for fish.

Boruto: You promised we were going fishing today. Mom, say something!!!

Hinata: You also promised to finish your academy homework, Boruto. How is it?

Boruto:

Hinata: Well?

Boruto: Just go back to bed, mom. It’s far too early, even for homework.

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Sakura: Your father will be at home only for a couple of days before resuming his mission. Shall we go somewhere together?

Sarada: We could go to the beach!

Sasuke: Been there before. Sand is annoying.

Sakura: The pool?

Sasuke: Chemicals are no good for my skin.

Sarada: Are you serious?

Sakura: How about a relaxing walk through the forest.

Sasuke: I’ve spent 10 years literally doing that.

Sarada: Where do you want to go then?!

Sasuke: To the sofa.

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Inojin: And this concludes my 10 minutes explanation of why we should spend a whole day at the Western Art Exhibition before summer ends.

Sai: I’m not betraying my style over the sight of Western Art.

Ino: But they include a lot of flowers in their paintings. It looks lovely… and Inojin could use it in his fighting techniques.

Inojin: Sorry about the incoming sarcasm, mom… I’m sure nothing will frighten the enemy more than a bunch of sunflowers walking towards them hehehe

Sai: If you are the one drawing them, I’m sure they’ll scare the shit out of everybody.

Ino: BURN

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Temari: Move! We’ll be late to the Akimichi clan beach party.

Shikamaru: What a drag…

Shikadai: Why should we go? You don’t even like Karui-san

Temari: Because we are going to show everybody what a close and perfect family we are. Also, I bought an expensive designer swimsuit and I want to see Karui’s jealous face over it.

Shikamaru: Us? Perfect? Now you are being delusional.

Shikadai: Also, the Akimichi clan is the wealthiest in the village. Why should they care about some swimsuit they could easily buy the next morning?

Temari:*grabs her fan with an aggressive look on her face*

Shikamaru: Ok!!! Beach day it is… grab your stuff, Shikadai.

Shikadai: Yeah… yeah… and let’s not forget mom’s beautiful swimsuit… right?

Temari: Right.

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Suigetsu: I’m just saying I can’t work in this hideout without air-conditioner.

Karin: Wait, you mean you actually work on a daily basis? Well that’s surprising.

Suigetsu: You are so annoying.

Juugo: Just find yourselves a hotel already.

Suigetsu: With air-conditioner!

Karin: I’m going to no hotel with you!!!

Mitsuki: Shall we get one, dad? Mom? This is so confusing…

Orochimaru: No, we wait until the heat makes them crazy. Then, they’ll attack each other and when one of them dies I use the money I save from his or her salary to pay the air-conditioner.

Mitsuki: Brilliant.

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TenTen: FOR THE LAST TIME! WE ARE GOING ON A RELAXING TRIP!

Rock Lee: That’s what I’m proposing. A relaxing trip to the nearest Rain Forest… there’s nothing that could bring more satisfaction than surviving the 346 different kinds of poisonous animals in there.

Metal Lee: I want to go to the desert.

TenTen: There’s nothing there… but sand.

Metal Lee: Exactly, nothing and NOBODY… isn’t that relaxing?

TenTen: We should do something about your social anxiety.

Maito Gai: I’ve got it! Let’s go climb the highest mountain in the land, with no tools… just with our perseverance.

TenTen: Kakashi! Say something.

Kakashi: There’s a three days reunion of erotic novels authors next week and…

TenTen: Let’s go back to the desert idea.

So I heard Keith’s a Scorpio huh?

Well buckle up everybody cause I did a little research on Keith and Lance’s relationship based on their signs. It’s gonna be a wild ride.

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Sneaky bastard - Bruce Wayne x Reader (NSFW)

Since I have no shame, yet another smutty story (it’s been a while). It’s not just smut though, there’s a plot, and there’s lots of fluff@whovianayesha hope you’ll like it and don’t think it’s total shite, because as usual, I feel like it’s pretty badmaybe I rushed things a bit too much ? I mean, actions gos by too fast and don’t make sense ? EEEEEH I’M ALWAYS SO STRESSED YOU GUYS WON’T LIKE MY WRITING WHENEVER I POST SOMETHING, sorry for being such an annoying angsty woman, I just hope you’ll like  :

WARNING NSFW (smut, don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable, go read my other very safe for work stories instead ;)), LANGUAGE. It’s long, sorry.

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If someone would have told you a few weeks ago that you’d save the goddamn Batman, you’d probably would have laughed in their faces. It seemed so ridiculous, that a rookie such as you, who literally joined the forces not even a month before, would ever save a man like the Dark Knight. 

And yet, it happened. And it was wicked awesome.

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He was fighting a bunch of thugs in a back alley, when you came by. You weren’t even gonna intervene, you knew the man, you already saw him roaming Gotham City before you became a cop, he could definitely handle himself…But then, you noticed one of the guy he was fighting take a few steps back, and draw a gun. It was pointed right at the bat’s head and he was going to pull the trigger in a matter of seconds ! 

You didn’t think, you acted. You jumped in the alley, surprising all of them, and with an expertly done high kick, you got the gun out of the man’s hand, knocking him down with a mean left hook. Damn, you turned into a total badass under the adrenaline ! 

Batman quickly got rid of the las few thugs, and turned to you. Suddenly, you didn’t feel that excited anymore, the man was impressive. So tall. Large. Muscular. Yeah ok, he was totally sexy. 

He turned his weird glowy white gaze on you, and, with a voice too rough and low to be human, asked you : 

-Are you alright ? This was very foolish to jump in like that, I didn’t need your help. You could have been very hurt. 

-Yeah I’m alright, and like Hell you didn’t need my help, I totally saved your life dude, be more thankful ! Jeez louiiise. 

-…

-Wow. Ok. So you’re an ass. 

-The ass can give you a ride to the nearest hospital, you’re bleeding. 

-What ? 

He pointed to your arm, and…oh. Yeah. You got shot. Damn. 

-I didn’t even feel it…

-Must be the rush of epinephrine in your blood. Come on, follow me. 

-Wow wait, you’re gonna give me a ride…in the batmobile ?! 

-Do you see any other car ? Climb in, and do not touch anything. 

You tried to keep your cool. To act like it was no big deal…but the adrenaline in your veins doubled in volume as you sat in the car you so often dreamt of riding when you were a child. Fuck this was great ! 

He drove you to the nearest hospital, without saying a word, and almost threw you out of the car. Ass. 

Your wound wasn’t deep, a bullet just grazed you and you only needed a few stitches, you were out two hours later. You went home by foot, because walking always cleared your mind, and damn it needed to be clear right now. Anyway, you weren’t living too far away. 

You just saved the Batman ! YOU JUST SAVE THE BATMAN !! 

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Green Day, more commonly known in the zones as Nuclear Family, consists of three different ‘joys:

Saint Jimmy: The leader of Nuclear Family, Jimmy may be the only one in the crew to own a raygun, but he much prefers his trusty switchblade. In his younger years, it was told from crew to crew to never do anything to displease him, lest he decides you’re not worth his time and stab you. Now he’s mellowed out, but the threat still stands; Jimmy’s a man of honor, and a vigilante to boot, and he won’t let anything stand in his way.

Love Slave: Born in the zones and the wild card in the Nuclear Family, Slave is more acoustic than the other two - no rayguns, blades or bombs for him, the only thing he needs is his barbed-wire lined baseball bat called The Grouch. He spends most of his time in Hyper Thrust, so much so that Jimmy and Jesus have to often come down and have “extraction missions” to bring him back to their base. Slave’s practical and a bit polka dotty, but he’s good to have in a clap.

Jesus of Suburbia: Jesus is said to have grown up with Saint Jimmy in the Outskirts, coming with him when they ran from the City. Jesus is Jimmy’s right-hand man, closer to him than even Love Slave. Whenever Jimmy opts to wield the switchblade over the raygun, Jesus uses it for him, fighting alongside his best friend. He often times wears the “drunk bunny” head in the place of his mask, but just as often it gets stuck (he’ll sit there for five, ten, twenty minutes before Jimmy and Slave realize he needs help, again). Outside of a fight, he’s clumsy and dorky, but don’t underestimate him - he’ll just as quickly beat you down, even faster than both Saint Jimmy and Love Slave.

Unpopular Hetalia Opinion: Violent RusAme

I know well RusAme is commonly known for Cold War, and often first things that come to mind when thinking about Cold War is hatred, sarcasm, and violence.

And that’s why it’s no wonder many RusAme canonverse fanfictions that’s based on history contains violence, ranging from verbal sarcasms to actual punching / shooting that’s very bloody and violent.

Seems reasonable. Cold War -> Hate and Rivalry ->  Violence. Easy to think.

But I just find it’s kind of exaggerating to “personify” Cold War as two men exchanging blows / bullets directly. Because direct combat between USA and USSR actually never officially happened. It’s more like lots of verbal threats and provoking other people to attack the other, but never directly make a move. Because making the first direct attack in the Cold War would make one of them (USA or USSR) as the “villain”.

And frankly speaking, USA and USSR were both superpower nations that were very cautious in their move, which explains why Cold War went on for decades without actually growed to the actual direct war between USA and USSR like Axis vs Allies in WW2.

True, there were few instances of indirect wars that made USA and USSR soldiers to oppose each other, but like I said before, it’s indirect as in they support opposing sides but not directly attack each other, like in Korean and Vietnam war. In other instances like Polar Bear Expedition, England tricked USA soldiers to make them end up facing Bolshevik’s soldiers which was not their original purpose being there, which made USA troops’ morale down and making it one of reasons that made the expedition failed. In short, yes they might be throwing few punches there but it’s all within indirect context like ‘you punched my friend so i’ll punch you’ or ‘sorry i was tricked by others to be here, i’m just defending myself here’ not just a mere shallow ‘you irritate me that’s why I punched you’.

So it just makes me think those over violent fighting portrayal between USA and USSR for Cold War in numerous hetalia fanworks are too exaggerating, since most of them were done in a mere shallow context of ‘you insulted me so i’ll punch you’. Lots of propaganda, threats, insults, yes. But actual direct punching / shooting until they’re badly bruised and bloody? I think that’s too unrealistic historically. Maybe a few punches here and there in the few indirect context I explained in previous paragraph but never directly.

Even in hetalia, Hima only draws Ivan and Alfred to be bickering and throwing insults / sarcasms at best, but never actually fighting by fists / guns.

They don’t even touch each other in those scenes. 

And before you drag these scenes to tell me I’m wrong that hima did portray them actually fighting:

I’m just gonna say, those are just AU and not the actual canonverse world, which doesn’t follow any historical facts at all.

Lastly, I understand that exaggeration sometimes is needed in writing fiction (even fiction that’s based on facts such as hetalia), to make the story spicier and more interesting. But still, it’s an exaggeration nonetheless and I just want that point to come across this part of fandom that loves portraying Cold War RusAme as an actual instinctive physical brawl fighting instead of intelligent calculating mind games like it actually was. 

Magic Meat March (March 1st- March 31st)

Same event, new and longer date! Lots of people showed interest in a month long event of men in sexy armor, so here it is! Based off the original Magic Meat Week idea by @amanda-sharpe, Magic Meat March will be the same awesome event filled with art of men in skimpy outfits to show that they can fight evil while showing lots of skin!

This occasion is meant to be a fun way for people to share their drawings, writings, or even some cosplays about guys in impractical fantasy attire! Whether you wish to depict a message about the inequality seen in the apparel of video games or you simply want to draw dudes in something seemingly suitable only for the beach, all are welcome!

Be sure to tag your posts as #MagicMeatMarch or submit them to the blog! Be sure to spread the word!

Some notes about rapiers:

  • they weigh about the same as your average arming sword!
  • they are not a foil, don’t confuse this, rapiers are just as stiff and strong as an arming sword. Foils are thin and bendy
  • They can’t be cut through like you think. Any sword can warp or snap under stress, especially if poorly made
  • They are quite long. They’re meant like long swords for reach however they are designed for more poking.
  • rapiers can be designed to be purely thrusting or even slicing.
  • involves a lot of neat stylistic guards and handles and has so much variance culturally.
  • the reason common cuts for a rapier are short wrist movements is because the blade end is long and can reach the opponent and stab them with said cuts
  • large blows for rapiers are still used, but the reason they are not common is because the long blade has a lot of weight and momentum to stop and counteract, in order to draw up your defenses after a cut. You want to be efficient in a quick attack without exposing yourself. However large movements and head smashing and twirling are still used.
  • when people have their secondary hand held above their head that is from the old traddition of carrying a lantern in the evening for fighting in the dark! It really has no other advantage or use today.

it’s a beautiful sword and it is my favorite.

I know we mostly like to imagine the opposite, but adam is way more ripped than ronan. as ripped as a teen can be. hear me out:
-ronan is a deranged insomniac drunk who probably only eats frozen pizza and warm pizza when he really wants to treat himself. as a perpetually drunk italian I can assure you that is no way to get a six pack
-adam works manually like 10 hours a day. he’s a sexy mechanicist, the kind that you see sexy car-washing while completely drenched in soap in certain rated channels. he also moves rocks, works in a factory and somewhere else yet to be clarified, probably a sexy car wash fantasy commercial
-when ronan punched robert parrish, all the odds were against him right? because robert is way bigger. you wouldnt expect him to win, it was a desperate, stupid move. but ronan is faster and even more vicious. imagine this giant angry man fighting against a scrawny emo teen, and the scrawny emo teen winning. that’s fucking awesome  
-ronan is a twink

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So, I’ve been dealing with this for the past week. I am unmercifully reporting all artwork I find that is not posted by me. I was made aware of someone who stole my Nathalie comic I did forever ago. I made the mistake of asking them to take it down instead of immediately reporting it. They responded that they would give me credit, so it didn’t matter. I insisted that they remove it, as they did not have my permission to upload it and if they wouldn’t remove it, I would report it. Their response? It was my fault for not watermarking it in the first place. Obviously, talking to them was a mistake. 

As you can see from the screenshots above, every time I have reported it and it has been taken down, they put it right back up. This time, without credit at all. I’m frustrated but I am stubborn and very very petty. I am going to keep reporting this person. 

I have never been involved in a fandom before. This is the first time I have actively shared anything on line. For the most part, the Miraculous Ladybug fandom has been supportive and sweet. I have so many wonderful followers who leave nice messages and are invested in me as an artist. I’ve never really had that before and it means so much to me.

However, I am not tolerating any reposts at all anymore. It is my fault for not watermarking my stuff. Until only recently, I just barely managed to remember to sign my artwork. Going forward, I’m sticking a watermark on it. It sucks that its necessary, and its not going to stop the reposts. Its only going to give me credit where people won’t. 

I created a usage page for people who wanted to use my art. I love dubs, I love amvs, and I love when people want to use them creatively for that. Most of the people asking to use my art won’t read it. And they won’t follow it. Going forward, its not allowed anywhere except where I allow. I’m tired of recieving private messages that basically say, “Hey! I love your art! Can I post it _____?” 

This person is still doing it. They won’t stop. And the mentality that my art isn’t my own because I didn’t stick my name all over it is ridiculous. Even more so that art is free to use just because it is online is disrespectful. One thing I did find hilarious was this: 

This is their profile on Wattpad (I went looking to make sure none of my art friend’s or any more of mine was stolen). I can’t understand how you feel so entitled to art that you ask that your words aren’t stolen yet reporting you is unacceptable. 

I will keep reporting my artwork. And I will keep producing artwork. And I be protective over my artwork.

To my followers that read through this: 

Those of you that follow me because you are invested in my art, Thank you. Your support and encouragement is so wonderful and important to me. Also, don’t harass this person. I will continue to report them and take care of it myself. 

To those of you that followed me to use my art and to repost it: Unfollow me and block me. I’m tired of being used for your popularity. I’m selfish and my art is for me. I didn’t draw it to bring you followers.

TLDR: Don’t repost my art. Don’t even ask.

anonymous asked:

Have you ever done an in depth post on knife fighting and/or knife combatives?

Dagger fighting, yes, I have a Masterpost.

But if you say “knife fighting” and think of this

…then I got significantly less. (Daggers saw a lot of use in warfare, and historical fencing manuals often included sections on them, so there’s material to draw from. But actual knife fighting was not what the upper classes were trained to do. A knife is not primarily a weapon, it’s a tool that can be used as a weapon. So knife fights involved people who, broadly speaking, didn’t carry swords, wouldn’t read a manual even if they knew how to read, and didn’t hire fencing masters. It totally happened, but in another world than the one where the manuals - and their readers - circulated.)

So the Dagger Fighting Masterpost is not completely irrelevant, but the closest to what you’re looking for is, I think, @howtofightwrite’s post on Knife Combat. You can also take a look at Knife-fighting: Italian Traditions.

And I am very much open to suggestions.

anonymous asked:

I love your hero/villain prompts!!!! If it's not getting too boring, could you please give us some of the villain being cruelly loving to the hero like in the short prompt posted a little bit ago? (It's not fair of them to make you fight me) Thank you so much!!!

For reference, this prompt here because I am now mentally writing these next prompts as a sort of continuation/general same verse of the first prompt scenario. And I am never bored of interesting villain/hero or antagonist/protagonist dynamics - I’m bored of not being able to find them done well in books to a level that satisfies my reading cravings. It’s a hard life. 


1) “I said that’s enough now.” The villain caught hold of the hero’s wrists as they tried to keep fighting, tossing their weapon aside, before drawing them close. Arms wrapping around them in an embrace that may have been comforting if it didn’t have the unyielding restraint of shackles. “There we go, easy now. You’ve been hurt enough for one day.”

Thrashing against the hold did nothing but exhaust the hero, and eventually they sagged.They sank together to the ground in a tangle of limbs, rocking slightly. You hurt me, they wanted to scream. This is your fault. 

Shh,” the villain murmured - warned, they didn’t even know anymore. “It’s enough. You’ve done more than enough, you’ve fought so bravely, but just listen to me. There’s no shame in surrendering and living another day, alright?”


2) “If you really thought I couldn’t win you wouldn’t be trying so hard to stop me!” the hero snapped. “To make me doubt myself!”

“I’m trying to stop you because you’re going to kill yourself trying to fight me if I don’t,” the villain replied. “They’ll make you feel like you have to, and then take me breaking you as proof of my evil in the world. But we can’t keep doing this every time…” They began to advance. “You begged me to let you go, I did, here we are again and look at you. They clearly can’t take care of you. You deserve better.”


3) There was something to be said about power and pleasure. Any moron could inflict pain, for all the power it gave to them and certainly pain could be a useful tool - but it wasn’t this. The villain stroked their fingers over the back of the hero’s neck, kneading out the corded tension and dissolving it with the same gentle steadiness as they dissolved all other resistance.
“Poor thing,” the villain said. “Just relax, you must be so tired. So confused. So hurt, hm?”
Humans were never designed to fight what felt good to them. Pleasure had someone who was expecting a fight as disorientated as a baby bird that just hit glass. To make someone who loathed you melt in your hands..the rush of power was intoxicating. 

your-deer  asked:

Heyo! Do you have any advice for a new wannabe DM on how to create a compelling story? I know I'm OK at coming up with settings/societies, but I always overthink NPCs and stall out with plots because I get worried about them being boring or stereotypical - those two problems land me with stories that feel kinda dead. Any thoughts on how to get past that and make something that can gain some life and excitement?

As far as overthinking NPCs goes, don’t. Not every NPC needs to have wheels within wheels and machinations that have machinations. Give them simple goals and motivations. Where you get the interesting stuff is when you have multiple NPCs with goals that are at odds with each other’s goals and with the PCs’ goals.

Also, don’t think about plots. You’re not writing a story: you’re presenting a situation. The story is what emerges from the actions that PCs take when confonted by that situation.

If it better helps you visualize the situation, grab some index cards and write down your main factions and NPCs on them along with their main goals. Then connect those index cards with how those goals are at odds with each of the other NPCs and factions OR what they might want from those NPCs and factions. The plot is what happens when you throw your group into that web of NPCs and factions and see what they do.

I’m on my phone right now so I can’t give a visual guide right now, but once I have more time I’ll definitely draw this up.

Also, with multiple factions running around you can’t prep for every possible opportunity, but that doesn’t mean you can’t prep at all. For each faction prep a simple encounter that acts as a simple introductory encounter should your players find themselves at odds with that faction. Even if they don’t interact with that faction you have an encounter written up which you can frame in other terms and present as something else. If you’ve written up an encounter with some human thugs as a fight against the local dockworkers’ union and the group doesn’t end up interacting with them, you’ve still got an encounter with some human enforcers that might make sense in another context.

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“Do you remember, Fen’harel? When we were all together, soldiers fighting for the People. When we were not gods tearing ourselves apart…”

Finally, the Evanuris fanart I was working on for weeks is over! God it was hard but I did it! (even my computer crashed a lot because the file was too heavy)
Anyway, I hope you’ll like my interpretation of the elven gods. While drawing them, I had lots of ideas about their respective personnalities.
If you want to know more about them, just ask away! I’ll be glad to answer and draw as well! :)

So, from left to right : Sylaise, June, Fen'harel, Mythal, Elgar'nan, Falon'din, Dirthamen, Ghilan'nain and Andruil.

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Behold, all the femme appledash/butch rarishy junk I’ve been drawing! Make AJ looking feminine was hard, not even RD was as hard :_D I liked how most of them came out tho. There’s less Rarishy than Appledash because I focused on the last. Have some headcanons:

>Even if AJ and RD are the feminine ones, they would still beat the shit out of you if needed to. So don’t mess with them, ever.

  • RD is less likely to fight you, as she woulnd’t like to break a nail. But AJ won’t hesitate b*tch

>AJ likes to keep it natural and simple, in a “less is more” way. RD is the other way around tho, and even likes to show off.

>RD likes to use makeup. She’s always wearing some, even if you don’t notice. And it needs to stay nice. If you mess her makeup she will kill you.

>Rainbow is a very aggresive girl, who is like “fite me!” all the time. Applejack is calm, and looks like a nice girl (and she is!) , but can be very, very, sassy and sarcastic.

>AJ is the kind of girl that snorts while laughing.

>Almost everyone at school has a crush on AJ. The day RD and her confirmed to be in a relationship, you could hear the crying in Manehattan.

>They are the most popular couple at school.

>Butch Rarity doesn’t like dresses and girly stuff. At all. So of course Rainbow LOVES to make her dress in such things. Oh, how the turns have tabled…

>Rarity is very popular, but in a weird way, half the school likes her, other half dislikes her.

  • The half who dislikes her, usually laughs at her, or wouldn’t like to get involved with her.
  • This bothers Rarity but she acts like it doesn’t.

>Butch Fluttershy is like normal Fluttershy but with even more insecurities, if that’s possible.

  • People at school bully and make fun of her, telling her she doesn’t look like a girl. She has been always told she should be more feminine. And poor Fluttershy can’t understand why they wouldn’t leave her alone.
  • Rarity protects her and always shoo the bullies away. And after that she cuddles her a lot to make her feel better.

>Fluttershy doesn’t dislike girly things, she just feel more comfortable with her short hair and wearing very baggy clothes.

  • She’s often mistaken for a boy, because of that

>Rarity and Fluttershy have a very tender and calm relationship, they support each other a lot. 

  • Fluttershy is the only person Rarity truly loves and completely cares for
  • She is super protective of Fluttershy
  • Fluttershy feels completely safe with Rarity, as she’s the first person who didn’t laugh at her or asked her to change, when they met.

>AJ and Fluttershy are besties and love to do picnics together.

>Rares and Rainbow are the friends who are always fighting. Despite they clash, Rarity was the one who helped Rainbow with AJ.

>AJ and Rares are surprisingly good friends. Together they are the ultimate trash couple who will destroy you with their sassiness. They playfully flirt a LOT, but aren’t interested in each other at all. they still might have made out once or twice….

>Rainbow and Fluttershy are good friends too. Despite her rough nature, Rainbow makes an effort to be more gentle with Fluttershy, and kindly encourages her to be more girly, because dammit, she has the potential!

And that’s all I can think of :D

Title: The Haunting of Thomas Sanders (pt. 3)
A/N: this took too long to put out, and I’m so sorry for that! I couldn’t decide exactly how I wanted this to go, but I think I finally gave myself direction, thank the lord.
Warnings: some death talk, one f-bomb, drinking mention

Pt 2

“This is ridiculous, and I hope you know that,” Thomas said as Joan set up the spirit board on the coffee table.  They looked up at him with a smirk, slapping down the planchette in the middle of the board.

“Ridiculous or terrifying?” Joan asked.

Thomas rolled his eyes and sat down across from the other, drawing his feet together under the table.  “How is this even gonna accomplish anything?  Give me another nightmare about something that doesn’t exist and didn’t happen?”

“Noooo, it’s gonna tell you what your ghosts want from you!”

Thomas knew there was no fighting it, Joan had made their mind up that this is what the two of them were going to do.  They set themselves up, either one with their hands barely on the planchette.  “Talyn, you gonna join us?” Thomas offered.

Talyn shook their head from where they sat on the sofa, kicking their feet toward the other two.  “You guys have fun talking to demons; I’ll just watch.”

“Suit yourself!”

“What do we even ask, first of all?”

Joan thought about it for a second, then had the perfect question. “How many of you are here?”  The planchette started to move in small circles, gradually getting wider and wider until –

It stopped on the number four.

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luckycollectionexpert  asked:

Hi, I am big fan of MMFR now and find your writings very interesting. I am very confused why at the final battle Max and Furiosa not used any gun to self protected at all. Max do have some round at the beginning and then looking for bullets to refill. Seems very strange as he does not plan ahead at all (?) Or maybe I miss something?

Eh, I was originally gonna be flip and say “because ripping someone’s face off with a harpoon is way more badass” but then you got me thinking about guns in Fury Road. If I wander a bit far afield from what you were originally asking, hopefully it’s to interesting places.

For a movie that’s almost constant action, guns don’t play as big a role in the combat of Fury Road as you might think. In the world of the Citadel and its allies, Before-time pistols and rifles are kind of an elite weapon. Warlords and Imperators have them, but War Boys and Polecats mostly don’t. They have car-mounted machine guns and harpoon launchers, and all kinds of DIY weapons, some of which fire projectiles, but they mostly rely on throwing shit with their bare hands. (Given this, the fact that Furiosa has not just one or two but something like nine guns in her rig should tell you something about her status.)

Fury Road is also not one of those movies where the heroes have magically regenerating ammunition–in fact, being low on ammunition is a major plot point. So it’s possible that when Max is hunting around for more ammo after shooting at Slit, there just isn’t any left in that caliber. But more generally, if you don’t have infinite bullets you’re going to use your guns when they’ll be most effective.

When thinking about self-defense, remember that this is Fury Road, so no one fights alone. Furiosa is used to fighting with a team. So for the first part of the battle, when she’s driving, her self-defense is actually other people. She does plan ahead for that part of the battle, by stationing her kinswomen–who all happen to be really good shots–all over the rig, and on a moving bike that can weave around and pick people off. 

Even though Furiosa is also a good shot, she’s already using her strongest weapon in this situation, which is a giant fast murder truck that she’s really good at driving.

In general, Max and Furiosa use guns and other projectile weapons when their targets are at range. Furiosa uses an explosive crossbow bolt on the Polecat who kills Keeper, and Max (rather rudely) uses the ramrod from one of the other Vuvalini’s rifles to shoot Chainsaw Polecat before he can attack Furiosa.

But the final battle, more than any of the other action sequences, involves a lot of boarding of vehicles and a lot of hand-to-hand fighting. Except for Babyface McStabby, who has some kind of crossbow, most of the Polecats have melee weapons. None of them seem to have guns.

If a Polecat is swinging some weaponized garden equipment at you, it may be more effective to whack them with the heavy metal boltcutters that are already in your hand than to take the time to draw a gun, even if you have one. One of the things that makes the fights in Fury Road exciting is that anything can become a weapon, and in hand-to-hand combat an everyday object may prove more useful than a gun.

You may ask why Furiosa doesn’t take a gun with her to the Gigahorse. Maybe she thinks there are enough weapons on board that she’ll be able to figure something out. Maybe she doesn’t really have much of a plan at that point other than to stay alive long enough to fuck some shit up. She says “I’ll get him out of our way.” There are many potential ways to do that, although because of action movie conventions we know she is probably going to end up killing him. I think at that point it’s clear that she’s ready to die. So self-defense in that moment isn’t really about her long-term survival, but about living long enough to finish the mission. Similarly, Max launching himself at Rictus is more about him distracting Rictus from Furiosa than Max necessarily winning the fight.

Regarding “thinking ahead” more generally, one of the other things that’s great about the action sequences in Fury Road, and all the Mad Max movies, is how much unintended consequences and pure dumb luck come into play. To pick just one small example: Furiosa brakes to stop this Polecat from attacking Max:

But that means Babyface Polecat is able to hang on to the Rig and come back to stab her…

…which he probably wouldn’t have been able to do if Toast had been in her seat on that side of the Rig and/or Keeper hadn’t been dying.

Fury Road is full of examples like this, and this sense of chaos and unpredictability is part of George Miller’s style of action. Here’s a really good short video that goes into this idea some more:

From a character perspective, what this means is that characters can make an elaborate plan (how long did Furiosa spend planning every aspect of this escape?) and things will probably go sideways and they’ll have to think on their feet anyway. The race back to the Citadel wasn’t part of Furiosa’s original plan at all–24 hours earlier she was going to the Green Place, expecting never to see the Citadel again.

What makes Max and Furiosa great warriors and survivors is their ability to improvise, react quickly and not panic, fight with what’s around them, and make shit up as they go along just well enough to stay alive.