We rented a car to bum around the Valdes Peninsula near Puerto Madryn. We weren't here at the right time for the whales but it's still an absolute treasure trove of wildlife. Guanacos are going to be the first things you see, and you're going to see a lot of them, but apparently yelling, “NOT A LLAMA!” out of the window is not conducive to getting photos of anything other than their arses as they run away. We headed to Caleta Valdes to see the seals which were just sunbathing, occasionally flicking sand onto their backs. I could definitely get on board with being a seal, just slobbing about all fat and stinking of fish. In fact catch me on any given Sunday and I’m nearly there. Next stop, penguins, and they're right there on the cliffs by the carpark. They gave zero fucks about the starey, cooing apes. They were just hanging out, mostly in their couples, some of them occasionally braying like donkeys. One of them waddled onto the boardwalk to inspect us a bit closer before it realised we weren’t that interesting and waddled back off. We saw more seals, an armadillo, lizards, things that look like emus but aren't emus. It was such an amazing day. . https://travelnshit.com/2022/12/23/a-trip-around-the-valdes-peninsula/ • • • #argentina #visitargentina #travel #travelgram #instatravel #wanderlust #lesbiantravel #couplegoals #travelcouple #peninsulavaldes #puertomadryn #sealion #wildlife #wildlifespotting #magellanicpenguin #armadillo #nature #naturegram #instanature #turkeyvulture (at Península Valdés) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm5FYXkOosY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
so I think if I was a rich dude in a fantasy world with potions, I sure as hell would be mixing potions with booze. One hundred percent. I also see this as a possible revolution for cooler names for potions. "Potion of Healing", "Oil of Sharpness", very boring, very arcane, it's giving very "stuck up wizard literati with no style".
What better to show aristocratic old money than to mix a potion of supreme healing with some don julio, and call it something cool and sexy like "the heart blood shot". Maybe the potion of fire breath has a really nice smokey flavor that pairs great with fireball or over-proofed rum. Imagine the bartending flair. Imagine the destruction drunks could get up to
It also plays into reality. In traditional Chinese medicine, there were highly prized medicinal wines made with priceless ingredients to cure very specific ailments. In Europe, distillations were flavored with herbs to take away the pure alcohol taste, i.e. juniper berries in Gin, but also for health benefits iirc. Today, herbs create unique flavor profiles in liquors like Chartreuse and Galliano.
And its great excuse to come up with cool names that tell you almost nothing about what this drink is about to do to you to torture your players with. like "oh the "the big blue thumb" looks good... why is there a nail floating in my drink... why am i strong now"
Sea Lion Island: More Gentoo penguins - this time mixed with a couple of Magellanic penguins - to pause in the wet sand before hurriedly entering the surf. #falklandislands #sealionisland #gentoopenguins #magellanicpenguin #surflife (at Sea Lion Island) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4xG3N7nQSK/?igshid=1wxdo1ddl6l0e
At the point where this is a regular Monday morning car ride...🐧 #Maniacalmedical #Oddities #obscure #Horror #wetspecimen #biology #penguin #curio #magellanic #magellanicpenguin #bones #skulls #cabinetofcuriosities #taxidermypenguin #taxidermy #specimen #deadstuff #morbid #oddity #tattoo #clevelandoddities #taxidermybirds
It was worth the cracked jaw to lift it off the guard, though his gums leaked coppery blood into his mouth and speaking seemed to press bruises into his mouth. It wasn’t so painful that it was distracting, though. Rather, it kept him awake and sharp.
It’s night. Nagisa is in a windowless cell to distort his sense of time but it doesn’t matter. He can see the exhaustion in the guards’ faces, can hear their slow, sleepy footsteps. Half the time, they don’t remember to hide their watches from him. He’s been with them too long and by now they’ve learned not to care for him. Nagisa is an assassin, not a fighter. His arms were broken and tied behind his back. Besides the scuffle he had the night before, to get the knife, he’s been a model prisoner.
That, more than the knife hidden between the muscle and skin of his leg, is Nagisa’s most powerful weapon.
The guard that comes lumbering up to his cell barely peeks into the door window before resting his back against the door. His radio crackles and he speaks into it in smooth Georgian. Nagisa knows enough Russian and Ukrainian to piece some of it together; it helps that the guards only really say two things into their radios.
Prisoner is secure. Starting shift.
Nagisa was waiting for that. They don’t really talk at all during the night shifts, so no one will notice his guard’s absence on the radio.
He silently gets to his feet, bare and black from the soot on the floor, and silently comes up to the door. The window in the door was broken from Nagisa’s first day in their care, but they thought it was too tall for Nagisa to do anything about it with his broken arms.
His ‘broken’ arms. They were dislocated, actually, but they hadn’t bothered to get a doctor to check. They looked bruised and horrible and Nagisa screamed especially loud whenever they even touched them. To be fair, it took him a dangerous amount of time to get them back in their sockets.
Now, though, he can move them enough to slip out the knife from his leg and hook his arm through the hole, shoving the knife into the guard’s head. His arms still weren’t strong enough to guarantee his aim, but it feels like it landed between the temporal and occipital lobes. It’s enough to kill the guard, at least, and his dead body slumps heavily against the door of the cell.
The lock is a standard door lock and is pathetically easy to jimmy open with his bobby pin. Long hair is an advantage if you know how to use it, Bitch-sensei once told him. He pushes the door open and slips out in a crouch. The building is being run on a generator, but half the circuits were blown out, so besides a couple lanterns, the hallway is dark and painfully easy to run through.
The other guards don’t make that much noise, but Nagisa has had nothing better to do than let his ears bleed listening to their steps and memorizing their patrol patterns.
He doesn’t know the building, but he knows it was once a state-funded municipal building built in the 70s. Besides having wiring bad enough it was fried in a lightning storm, the construction is poor and the architecture is painfully simple, pre-dating the paranoid designs of the era of terrorism. Nagisa bets there’s stairways on either end of the building, an emergency exit at the bottom- without any functional alarms.
He finds a stairway about where he thought it would be, but he doesn’t waste any time celebrating and practically throws himself down the stairs. He hits the ground floor in a crouch, rocking on his heels, and nearly takes off sprinting. He has to stop himself so fast he’s nauseous. Or that might just be looking at the face of his former target and captor.
The woman grins at him, comfortably standing behind an AK-47. The muzzle is practically pressing against his chest. His best case scenario would be a misfire, but Nagisa can’t make that gamble.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she purrs, cocking her head. She looks at his arms, “Not so broken after all, hm? Can’t say I’m surprised. I was wondering when this was going to happen.”
Nagisa opens his mouth, not that he thinks he can talk himself out of this, but if only to distract her enough to get his knife under her jaw-
She shoots him in the chest before he can get a word out.
So. Everyone thinks of villain Deku as a chaotic evil (which he’s not, but that’s another day), wearing suits and looking cool. This fixation on Cool Villain Deku (tm) has left massive gaps for a chaotic neutral extremely campy, reckless, and thotty villain Deku, and I have obliged.
This villain Deku is more on the Deadpool spectrum, being very flamboyant and whimsical even when (especially when) surrounded by dead bodies. He’s always light-hearted and bouncing into everyone’s face, enemies’ and allies’. With how much he (literally) flirts with danger, most wonder how he’s still alive. Even more so because, unlike Deadpool or any other hero/villain, he has to operate entirely under the constraints of his quirklessness. He does so with his quick wit, reflexes, and some handy inventions he’s been able to acquire. Most characteristic are his jumping boots, which can collapse into normal-ish boots, and when active, a spring joint drops down along with an extra ‘foot’. His foot pushes off the top of the spring joint (within the boot proper), with the extra foot joint giving leverage and a cushion. Altogether designed to look like/mimic a rabbit’s leg. Being able to physically do this likely involved some semi-invasive surgery, but I haven’t yet decided on how exactly. The second item is a pair of gloves that give him laser claws. Highly effective for his preferred clandestine villainous activities. Visually, he has a very striking style rather than an exact uniform, like most villains. Crop top pink bunny sweatshirt, domino mask, usually a bunny facial mask, and black shorts. Pantyhoes or fishnet may be worn underneath, or even leggings if its cold and Izuku’s in the mood. A black bow-tie may also be worn. Though he has plenty of muscle, he likes the fluffy/thick aesthetic (among other more practical reasons), so he maintains a healthy amount of pudge on his stomach and thighs. What does he do during the day? Haven’t decided yet. But he’s probably misbehaving. But he has half the league of villains and a solid two thirds of 1-A wrapped around his finger.
