pearl grips

anonymous asked:

EWAN RELEASE THE TAPIR NAMELISTS.

### Template
tapirs = {
### SHIPS

ship_names = {

generic = {
“Fat Fuck” “Beretta Pistol With Mother Of Pearl Grip” “Angery Boy” “Milk Man” “Juice Boy Topper” “Slank Fuck” “Tell Me The Truth Baby Boy” “Deep Hole” “Missiles Slinger” “Steve Job” “Microsoft Gomputer” “Sneaky Boy Man” “Dont Fock With Me” “Rowdy Man” “Musket Carbined Rifle” “Jeep Boy” “Boy Oh Boy Your Done It Now” “Tummy Boy” “Fat Boy” “Chobby Boy” “Handsome Boy Strong Bones” “Impossible Handsome Milk Drinking Boy” “You Mother” “Witch Slapper”
}

corvette = {
}

destroyer = {
}

cruiser = {
}

battleship = {
}

science = {
}

colonizer = {
}

constructor = {
}

mining_station = { }
research_station = { }
wormhole_station = { }
terraform_station = { }
observation_station = { }
outpost_station = {
#random_names = { }
#sequential_name = “%O% Hole”
}

military_station_small = {}
military_station_medium = {}
military_station_large = {}
}

ship_class_names = {
generic = {
Slumper Sluncher Slancher Domper Bimper C.E.O Slapper Stunker Thumper Chunker Chonker Slamper Bomper Donper Gumper Guncher Luncher Dinger Tosser Slinger Masher
}
}

fleet_names = {
random_names = {
“Gerolds Boys” “Guiseppes Boys” “Archobolds Boys” “Thurpolds Boys” “Chentys Boys” “Thuspers Boys”
}
sequential_name = “%O% Boys”
}

army_names = {
defense_army = {
sequential_name = “%O% Little Tiny Boys”
}

assault_army = {
sequential_name = “%O% Rambunctious Boys”
}

slave_army = {
sequential_name = “%O% Weak Bones Boys”
}

clone_army = {
sequential_name = “%O% Perfect Handsome Boys”
}

robotic_army = {
sequential_name = “%O% Soup Boys”
}

android_army = {
sequential_name = “%O% Soup Sniffing Boys”
}

psionic_army = {
sequential_name = “%O% Astral Projecting Boys”
}

xenomorph_army = {
sequential_name = “%O% Ohr Fuck”
}

gene_warrior_army = {
sequential_name = “%O% Seymourse Best Boys”
}
}

### PLANETS

planet_names = {

generic = {
names = {
“Gerolds Bones” “Big Dune Field” “Nice Dry Hole” “Waw Great Plannet” “Huge” “Nice Circle For Me” “Good Place For A Live”
“Tapirs Hole 2: Tapirs Big Break” “London England” “Your Basement” “Deep Zone Six Teen” “Taj Mahal” “Cozy Little Hole For Boys” “Nice Warm Plop”
“Tapirs Hole 3: Gerold Alive Again?” “Fimp” “The Hill” “Im Lost” “Vacations Spot” “Birthdayparty Central Compound”
}
}

pc_desert = {
names = {
}
}

pc_tropical = {
names = {
}
}

pc_arid = {
names = {
}
}

pc_continental = {
names = {
}
}

pc_ocean = {
names = {
}
}

pc_tundra = {
names = {
}
}

pc_arctic = {
names = {
}
}

}

### CHARACTERS

character_names = {
default = {
# A complete name
full_names = {
Gerold Guiseppe Thurpold Archobold Tumpold Chenty Slammo Gorpos Thusper Stinky Cheppy Thepdip Theodore Bordgeld
Bapson Higley Chanstey Godfred Stoopser Jupson Geauppie Gremster Jep Slap Treadstus Gloomy Stumppos Stampy Adlard Learon Bartolph Hongry Tiny Shutterstock Edwin Rupert
}

# Always combined with a second name
first_names = {
}

# Always combined with a first name
second_names = {
}

regnal_first_names = {
Seymour
}

regnal_second_names = {
Tapir
}
}
}
}

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Princeps Patent pocket pistol

Copied from the Browning Vest Pocket hammerless pistol, manufactured in Spain, marked “Fabrique d’Armes de Guerre de Grande Précision” - serial number “N°708″.
.25ACP 6-round removable box magazine, blowback semi-automatic, gold-washed nickel finish, pearl grips.

Remember when having six rounds of ammunition meant having a saddle revolver ?

Please Put your Toad in my Hole (Pearlet) - Leatwerpenn



Hello Darlings!

I am SO SORRY. I have been rubbish lately. I actually wrote this on the plane on the way to Japan. However, life seemed to catch up with me and I just forgot to post it! 

I am having major issues with City of Stars at the moment! Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about it! It is all written, but I feel like some scenes are missing and I’m unhappy with it, therefore, its not getting posted yet! Sorry!!!

This is the long awaited PREQUEL to ‘Be a Burrito with Me’ AKA, the ‘One Night Stand.’

I am writing all of these so that they COULD be read as One-Shots, however, if you would like to read the next part, go HERE.

Not many warnings for this. Its fairly fluffy. Obviously, sex is going to occur!

Enjoy! >.<

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metamagics  asked:

for the prompts: jesper and kaz's friendship?

brotp, brotp, brotp 

  • the process of getting back to where they once were was sluggish
  • jesper thought things would be looking up after inej delivered the message about him being missed around the slat, but when he returned for a day there was no ceremonious reunion. kaz received jesper’s presence with indifference
  • affronted with the reality that being missed wasn’t the same as being back in good graces, jesper convinced himself not to be the first one to cave
    • it was possible kaz could even miss his enemies for the sense of purpose and routine they offered him. i’m an idiot
  • he wouldn’t cross that frigid bridge isolating them no matter how badly he wanted to. if kaz wanted him back in his life, he’d have to meet him half the way
  • and deep down he knew kaz wouldn’t. he stopped waiting for any extended civility from him and kept himself busy
    • (though he remained in awe of kaz’s feats as a barrel boss from the distance)
  • the fact he hadn’t expected change made it easier for kaz to take him by surprise
  • it was typical for jesper to optimistically read into everything kaz said. he knew it wasn’t wise. kaz’s mind was inhabited of nothing but deviously beautiful schemes. contrived words from his mouth could make even a skeptic believe. but that never stopped jesper from searching for double meanings
  • so one night when jesper showed up at crow club and kaz sidled to his side asking “is it wise for you to be here?” jesper noted the concern in his voice and instead heard i’m worried about you being here
  • they both turned in unison to the tapping of the rotating makker’s wheel. cheery bellows erupted from the table, fortunes won, drunks celebrating, losers fuming. jesper could taste the rush from where he stood. he tightened his grip around his drink and tore his eyes away.
  • but intent to give kaz a hard time he countered, “why wouldn’t it be?”
  • “because you look ill. considering you ordered a drink without liquor in it, there must be another reason you look as if you’re about to soil my floor.”
  • jesper raised an eyebrow. “were you watching me?”
  • “you’re the tallest person in here and you’re wearing a shirt that rivals only the sun in brightness. hard not to notice your movements.”
  • “i don’t need a nursemaid. i’m not going to gamble.”
  • kaz continued to check on him regardless, but he’d never admit that’s what he was doing.
  • and as jesper stood among the throng of familiar faces—dreg members who clapped him on the back insisting his mischief was missed, wasters that frequented the three man bramble table with him in the past who said they missed collecting all of his money—jesper could see the way kaz’s shoulders shook with silent laughter a few feet away while he eavesdropped
  • jesper glared at him, but kaz looked amused back at him
  • so jesper returned whenever he wasn’t busy. of course kaz would have known jesper was there solely for him, but he didn’t seem to mind
  • one day jesper filled the silence between them by asking about inej and her voyage hunting slavers. or he at least attempted to. the only information he managed to squeeze from kaz was she sent a letter saying she was safe
  • jesper quit trying to probe him and instead changed the subject. he joked about other dregs members behind their backs and kaz occasionally laughed with him
  • he knew things were truly improving when kaz proposed a job offer. “i’ve gone legit, kaz. i don’t need the money.” jesper reminded him
  • “don’t do it for the money, then.”
  • jesper laughed. “what other reason would i have to do it?”
  • “i need someone who i know will watch my back.” it stunned jesper
    • kaz trusts me again. 
  • and it was the closest he ever got to admitting he needed jesper and that the sharpshooter, his second in a fight, couldn’t be truly replaced. he accepted the job, but he would bargain different compensation for it
  • he watched kaz’s trickster fingers. the crimson gambling tokens he was entertaining himself with were shockingly bright against his pale skin like rose petals against the snow. “i’ll go.” 
  • “i’m sensing a condition.”
  • jesper tapped the pearl grips of his revolvers. “wylan and i are going to go visit my da together. he’s asked about all of you. if i take this job, come with us to see him.”
  • kaz’s face remained devoid of emotion, but his fingers stopped, the chips disappearing before jesper’s eyes. jesper knew from this that he stunned him right back. “to the farm?”
  • jesper shrugged to seem indifferent, but he rummaged his thoughts for something more persuasive. “plums are in season,” was the first thought that came to mind
  • kaz flicked his wrist, the crimson returning between his fingers again. he held jesper’s gaze with his amused, black eyes and said, “well in that case…” 
  • jesper beamed back at him. kaz shook his head at the absurdity of it all, but there was a smile playing at his lips.
  • and it was on the farm with the sun glaring down at them as they sat side by side, nearly swallowed by the tall grass and overwhelming mounds of hay colm made them arrange that kaz admitted, “jordie was my brother.”
  • jesper didn’t know what inspired him to confess, but he accepted the information in content silence. if kaz once compared him to his brother, maybe there was more hope for a full reconciliation than he realized
  • jesper had a sense things would never go back to how they used to be. 
  • instead, maybe they’d be better…
Night Falls: Chapter 9

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: After witnessing a murder, Y/N becomes a protected witness to FBI Agent Dean Winchester, who needs her help to do more than just solve one man’s murder.

Word Count: 2,886

Gif:

A/N: Shoutout to one of my awesome followers, @attractiverandomness ! It’s their birthday today, so this chapter is dedicated to them! I promised you chapter 9 for your birthday, and here it is! Enjoy love!

And Chapter 10 may take a while. I’ll be doing research into how the FBI works so I can start getting things accurate for the upcoming chapter, so I’ll need a little bit of patience.

Also, please forgive any missed typos. I’ve been crazy exhausted this week

Prologue, Chapter1, Chapter2, Chapter3, Chapter4, Chapter5, Chapter6, Chapter7, Chapter8


You didn’t sleep the rest of the night; once you had calmed down, Dean had brought you a cup of tea and dragged a kitchen chair up the steps and leaned it against the wall, his feet kicked up and resting on the empty side of the bed.

You had asked him to leave, not wanting to ruin his chance at sleep, but he refused.

“It’s my job to protect you,” he stated as he lifted his feet up on the bed and settled himself into his chair. “From anything.”

His eyes finally fluttered shut around 3am, and you knew he would be exhausted in the morning.

You just laid there, curled up on your side and staring at the wall. You were terrified of what you would see if you dare closed your eyes.

Every so often, a few unexpected tears would escape, and by the time the first of day’s rays glowed through the doily curtains, the tears finally dried, and you wondered if you had finally run out.

You had never cried so much in your life, sharply reminding you just how cushy your life had been.

You flip over onto your other side, your knees tucking into your stomach as you stare at Dean; his head lolled to the side and his mouth parted. His arms were crossed over his chest—a position you determined to be his signature pose.

You think back to the conversation you had on your trip up, how it had just been Dean and his brother growing up. He clearly didn’t have the white picket fence and apple pie life you had grown up in, and you had to wonder if that held any motive to the man that he had become. Nothing about the sleeping man in front of you screamed “FBI” except the badge that noted him as a government agent.

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MysteryPearl Week Prompt 1: Firsts

When Pearl regenerated, she had about thirty seconds to enjoy her new form before she was attacked by something. The something doing the attacking was Sheena, thankfully, rather than the pain-crazed gem monster that had damaged her in the first place—Pearl just managed to stop herself from drawing her spear, and curled her arms around her girlfriend’s warm back.

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Marston 1857-64 Patent Derringer Pistol

Manufactured in New York City, USA c.1864~72.
.32 rimfire, three shots with separate superposed barrels, top break action, pearl grip and brass frame with spur trigger.

Note the cute little selecting knob on the side of the gun. These guns were not as much mass-produced as manufactured in factory to be later fancied up individually.

Seven things

Seven items your character would have in their pockets at all times

Roka:

  1. A tin or various small bags of cookies
  2. An inornate dagger, with the word ‘Shadow’ etched on the blade
  3. A revolver with a pearl inlaid grip
  4. Gil, usually enough to cover drink fees and spot someone a meal here or there
  5. A flask containing either Proud Creek Reserve bourbon, or pure grain alcohol that might be confused with paint thinner
  6. Her journal, with a nib of charcoal wrapped in cloth tucked inside the cover
  7. Unaspected aether crystals

A’raxi:

  1. Salt
  2. Various herbs and flowers, usually not in a pocket but instead tucked, tied, and woven into her dreads
  3. A handful of quartz crystals, charged for different purposes
  4. A pouch of dried fruits and meats
  5. A handmade flint knife
  6. A protection satchel, replaced with a new one daily
  7. Various stones, feathers, and twigs

W’Khusai

  1. A tin of food packed daily by Roka
  2. A variety of small, usually minimal worth, shiny objects she’s seen and grabbed from market stalls, off people, or off the ground
  3. A broken pocket watch
  4. A homemade protection satchel. Not actually effective, powered strictly by her own belief that it works. Contains various things shoved into the tiny bag.
  5. A linkpearl
  6. A surprisingly nice lockpicking set, bound in leather
  7. Several handfuls of sand

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Tight Budget

Pearl (Matt) x Violet (Jason)

{Description: Ru used up all of season seven’s budget on her merchandise, so three queens have to share one hotel room. Pearl and Violet are pleased to discover what a deep sleeper that Max is.}

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