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madlymiho · 3 years

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Hellooo, 👋🏼 thank you for randomly selecting me, haha. :D May I request an Ace scenario, where he and fem! Reader are just having a chaotic snowball fight and then later, after getting just so tired out, go in for a nice warm bath together and perhaps leads to some nsfw in the end? It’s up to you, to how soft or rough it can be, because either one would be just as interesting. Hopefully this is the right amount of detail— and please take your time! 🥰 thank you so much again!! 🤍🥺☺️

Hello there! 🥰🙈 it sounds like a nice idea! I don't know what's the matter with those snowball fights but it all put you in a naughty mood! 😈😈

I'm on it! 😋

Winter Event #3

Words: 1740

Warning: NSFW content - foreplays - edging

Informations: fem! reader

Warm Up

It’s freezing but you won’t certainly let you guard down! You feel the coldness bites the tip of your fingers, as you begin to gather more snow, cupping and pressing your hands together to create the perfect round shape, soft but strong enough to gently harm your victim. You let loose a profound sigh, focused, as you stand back up and target your enemy. You don’t even have time to properly throw it that you receive a large snowball right on your nose in a loud splash, earning another gasp from you, as you both laugh and growl because you don’t know how to react anymore.

“Hey that’s bullshit!” You hiss as you wipe the melting snow from your features. “You can’t use your power to pulse yourself in the air, Ace! You’re cheating!”

You hear his bright and happy laugh echoing in the valley, as he’s floating a few meters above the ground, watching you with his playful dark eyes, and raising an eyebrow.

“I messaged the Corporation of Snowball Fights, and they haven’t updated the rules regarding the use of devil fruit powers!” He raises his index, giving you a lecture, as you definitely feel the everlasting teasing tone.

You cross your arms impatiently around your chest, steam coming out of your lips.

“Well did you ask the Corporation of Bullshit about your attitude?!”

You definitely see the mischief gleaming in the back of his eyes, as Ace decides to mess around with you a little bit more, rushing on you and throwing you into the soft pile of snow behind you, covering your face with the white powder. You scream and fight back, wiggling your legs and arms as you feel the snow entering your clothes, touching your bare skin as you chirp that it’s enough! What a damn kid, this one! You laugh brightly, but you feel so tired now, and frozen, and you really wish to come inside the ship and get warm before your stupid boyfriend would eventually kill you with all that snow sneaking inside of your supposedly warm coat. You kiss him to ring the truce, your cold lips immediately reacting to the natural warmness of his body; and you feel it increasing slightly, as the snowflakes around your bodies are going back to their liquid form.

“I’m too cold to stay here…” You mumble against his lips, and close your eyes, appreciating the warmth sensation emanating from his body. “I need to warm up.”

He flushes slightly, his dark eyes locked on your features as eventually open your eyelids to see the flames suddenly surrounding his shoulders.

“Not like that!” You protest, even if there’s a big smile plastered on your lips. “Last time you burnt my favorite sweatshirt, I demand to have a bath, anything, but not your dangerous flames on my body!”

He rolls his eyes and helps you get back on your feet flushing you right away against his chest as he devours the crook of your neck.

“Are you really complaining?” He mumbles against your skin, peppering the area with the softest smooshes, as you wonder for a bit if you won’t be the one making the snow melt around you right now. “Last time, I clearly remember that you wanted me to try that thing on you…”

The soft purr of his voice is enough to put you in a second state, a very needy one, but as you definitely believe you shouldn’t stay outside one more second, you eventually find the courage to push on his chest to silently ask him to step back. He kisses the tip of your nose as an answer, and then tugs a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Fine, let’s go have a bath.” He offers after a moment, squeezing your frozen fingers between his warm hands.

A few minutes later, you’re finally both sharing a bit of intimacy on the ship. A lot of the Whitebeard’s pirates are busy elsewhere, probably looting for their future Christmas gifts, as everyone is preparing the season. Thatch gave enough instructions to bring back wagons of food for the big feast, and for once, both of you have been exempted of duties. You understood it was somehow an early Christmas gift, since you have been quite depraved of any kind of intimacy in the past few weeks. Both hidden in that little warm cocoon, inside the bathroom, you both feel that desperate need to touch the other one. As the water is filling the bathtub, covering the mirrors with a cloud of steam, you’re both standing in the middle of the room. Ace is slowly undressing you, layer after layer, throwing your clothes on the floor as his mouth is attacking every single inch of your body, his skillful fingers traveling everywhere. He squeezes your hips with the gentlest gesture, his mouth nibbling your neck, his hands cupping your breasts when they are eventually free from your bra. Your next kiss is hungry, but terribly slow, enjoying that more than needed reward, tongues dancing together as you unbuckle his pants, and slide them down his thighs, grabbing his underwear in the same motion. He’s erected. You definitely understand that he wants to have more, and you’re clearly not in the mood to deny him. A soft breath escapes your lips as you roll your digits around his shaft, slowly coming up and down, as you can’t miss the shiver coming from his body. After a moment, though, he eventually put a hand over your wrist, kissing your cheek tenderly.

“Jump in the bath first. You’re trembling.” He murmurs, voice so romantic and caring that you remember how tender he can be despite his childish attitude sometimes.

You nod, your nipples so hard that they are almost hurting you, both because of the general cold atmosphere, but also your deep excitement. You carefully enter the warm water, a soft growl rolling in your throat, feeling at ease for sure. Ace doesn’t waste anymore time as well, and quickly joins you, sitting slowly while he takes place behind your back. He knows it’s a bit unfair for you, yet he has always preferred to play a bit with your emotions and your body, and clearly he wants to have the lead once more.

As soon as you’re both comfortable, you see one his hand moving from the edge of the bathtub to disappear under the ills of bubbles and soap, already looking for something to touch. He lingers his fingers on your belly, slowly, so slowly, coming up to eventually cup your right breast, his thumb rolling on your hard nipple, his mouth teasing your earlobe with the tip of his careful tongue. It feels like the water is slightly warming up, perhaps a side effect of his own body, even if Ace is quite less efficient in that kind of area; the water drains a good amount of his energy. However, it doesn’t stop him from wanting to please you, his other hand entering the dance, bolder than the other one. He presses it on your thigh, silently intimating you the order to open your legs a bit more, enough for him to slide his slender fingers up and down, always skimming the most sensitive part of your body, without truly touching it.

“Always messing around…” You sigh, eyes lidded, your head resting against his chest as you tilt it slightly, offering him more space for his mouth to explore your skin. “Whether it’d be a snowball fight or a bath, you’re always so unfair…”

“Am I not a pirate after all?” He hums, and chuckles, his voice vibrating against your ear. His hand is now pressed against your core, his index toying your sensitive lips. “I never play by the book. It’s boring to follow the rules.”

You wish to answer him, but nothing can leave your throat as you feel the sudden pressure of his thumb on your clit, and one of his fingers sliding inside of you. Your arch your back, one of your hands gripping the edge of the bathtub, the other one attacking your own breast to massage it. An invitation Ace doesn’t miss for sure, his own erection twitching behind your back.

“If you really want to play with something…” He whispers, rolling his thumb harder over your swelling clit, guiding your hand on your breast to his erect cock. “You can have fun with that.”

You nod, slowly losing the notion of time and space, eyes closed to feel everything. Fingers wrapped around his shaft, you’re jerking him at the same pace he’s fingering you, sometimes gasping when he suddenly increases his pace, or adds another finger. With his other hand, he plays with your breasts, groping them, massaging them, until he eventually slides his digits up to grip your chin and turn your head to steal a very sloppy kiss. At this point, your lips never go apart, his movements down there becoming even more intense. He doesn’t let you think about anything else but his digits playing with you so actively, as you feel his own excitement growing thanks to your ministrations. He bucks his hips from time to time, when your thumb so cockily gathers the precum oozing from his head. Each time you’re trying to push the game, each time he’s punishing you by edging you a bit more.

“Ace… Ace…” You moan as it becomes unbearable to feel him this way, your clit so swollen that you can burst at any moment. “Please, I want to come so badly…”

“Are you conceding another victory, Name?” He groans, his own cock becoming painful. Fuck he can’t control himself anymore as well. “I guess we can have a draw for once.”

Both of your movements are becoming even more passionate, the water sometimes splashing out of the bathtub, feeling the orgasm coming. Lips sealed one more time, moans swallowed in the other one’s throat, you eventually reach Nirvana, sweat and water dripping down from your faces, both of your chest raising up and down in the same erratic motion. You both slump in the bathtub, completely drained for a few seconds. He eventually chuckles, his voice weaker than before ; truly you’ll have to leave the bath soon before he would collapse.

“I guess that was a good way to warm you up.” He teases, offering you another of his everlasting playing smile.

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yeontanismypresident · 4 years

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first time | jjk

a/n: unedited bc i’m too tired to read through it and my beta is busy fvdfvg also i tried to get through all the smut, but idk why i found it hard to write smut tonight fdjfjg hopefully this is still okay-ish 🥺🥺

pairing: jeon jungkook x nurse!reader (part of the love bug series)

genre: fluff, smut

word count: 1.9k

warnings: fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, shitty smut bc i have no clue what i’m writing lol, this shit is just kinda soft idk i tried,

“Hey,” Jungkook’s voice is gentle, eyes gazing into yours tenderly. “You know we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, right?” The gesture has your heart skipping a beat, and you can feel yourself falling for him even more.

Smiling shyly, you raise a hand to cup the side of his face, “I know. I want to do this. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now.” And you mean it. The two of you have been dating for six months now. For three of those months, you've been thinking of this moment.

“You’re positive?” he asks one more time, wanting to make sure you don’t regret this. God, he doesn’t know what he would do if he messes this up. You’re one of the best things to have ever happened to him, and he doesn’t want to lose you.

Laughing softly, you lean up and peck his lips, “Of course I’m positive.” Once those words fall from your lips, his own lock with yours smoothly, and it feels like time has frozen.

The kiss is delicate and has your stomach fluttering with butterflies. No matter how many times you've kissed, it always feels like the first time. His kisses are addicting, and you can’t get enough of them. Your heart pounds in your chest, knees becoming weak when he tilts his head to deepen it. Your hands are tangled in his hair while his palms are exploring your body. His hands lower until his fingers are gripping the bottom of your shirt. Tugging on it, he pulls away and gauges your expression as he slowly brings the material up until it rests underneath your breasts.

“Is this okay?” his voice is trembling, his nerves becoming apparent. Nodding your head, you lift your arms to help him take your shirt off.

Once it’s completely off, his hands are back to exploring while his mouth crashes onto yours. This time, the kiss is passionate. As his fingers trace up and down your sides, his tongue comes out to lick at your bottom lip. A moan gets caught in your throat as you part your lips, tongue coming to meet with his. Everything becomes steamier, and before you know it, both of you are undressed down to your underwear. Jungkook trails his kisses down your jaw and to your neck, lips suckling on the delicate skin. Breathlessly, you tilt your head to the side to give him more room.

“Jungkook…”

Jungkook hums, lips tracing down, down, down, until he’s leaving red spots all over your collarbones. He’s completely focused on leaving his marks on you, wanting every single inch of your smooth skin to show you belong to him.

Licking your lips, you glance down at him, whining when you see him gazing back at you with dark eyes, “Kookie, please…” A whimper leaves you when he gives a partially hard suck right above your chest.

“Please, what, sweetheart?” he murmurs, lips grazing closer and closer to your nipple. The hot hair against your cool skin has goosebumps rising on your skin, shivers running down your spine.

Gulping, you arch your back, trying to get his mouth where you want it, “Please…” A blush creeps up your neck and makes your cheeks burn. Jungkook smiles when he sees how bashful you’ve become.

“What do you need, baby?” he demands, resting his chin on your stomach, gazing at you with so much love it has your stomach tied in a knot.

Biting your lip, you finally muster up the courage to say it, “I need yo-” You gasp, back arching and pushing your chest closer to his face. Right as you were about to finish your sentence, your boyfriend fastens his lips around your areola, tongue lightly flicking the bud.

“Kookie~” you whine, mind going numb and toes curling. God, you never knew you were this sensitive. Not once have your previous boyfriends made you feel this good.

He pulls away with wide eyes, “Fuck, you’re so sensitive, princess.” As soon as he’s finished talking, he’s back to suckling on your nipples, a hand coming up to pinch and twist your neglected one.

“Please!” you whine, “Please, Kookie! I need you so badly, I can’t wait!” The way you beg has him hardening in his boxers. The sounds are so beautiful, like music to his ears, and he can’t wait to draw even more sounds from you.

Kissing down your stomach, he sucks a mark right above your panties, causing you to whimper. Licking his lips, his eyes land on your core, groaning once he sees the wet, dark spot on your pastel panties. “Shit...you’re so wet, baby. Is this all for me?”

“Yes! It’s all for you, only for you!” you breathe out, fingers grasping the bedsheets, core tightening in anticipation.

He smirks, gently tugging your underwear down, sucking in a breath when he sees your glistening pussy, “Fuck...you look delicious. Mind if I have a taste?”

Without waiting for an answer, he dives in, mouth wrapping around your clit, tongue quickly flicking against it. You cry out, body twisting and hips thrusting closer to his face. His arms reach under your thighs, gripping them and keeping you open and still for him. The sudden sensations have tears collecting in your eyes, bottom lip caught between your teeth. You can feel your release sneaking up on you quicker and quicker.

“Jungkook,” you gasp, fingers releasing the sheets and moving to grip his hair, “Please, I- I’m about to c-cum. Please, let m-me cum.”

Your boyfriend just hums, the vibrations causing you to whimper. His right hand moves to thumb at your clit as his tongue slowly dips inside you, fucking into you as far it can. Hands still tangled in his curls, you push his face closer to your core, toes curling as you shut your eyes. Pulling away, Jungkook replaces his thumb with his mouth, his index finger gently pushing into you. He curses beneath his breath when he feels you clench around the digit.

“More, I need more, Kookie,” you nearly sob, desperate to cum, to feel him deep inside you. Granting your wish, he adds two more fingers, feeling you tighten around the three digits.

Jungkook bites his lip, watching your expression closely when his hand suddenly picks up its pace. His fingers are fucking into you relentlessly, loud squelching noises echoing throughout the room. He feels pride swell up inside him when he sees your eyes widen, mouth dropped open in a silent scream. “That’s it, princess. Take it like a good girl.” His words are the push you needed to go over the edge.

“Daddy!” you sob, the knot in your stomach finally snapping. There are stars behind your eyelids as you cum, body shaking with the force of it. You can faintly hear Jungkook groaning, fingers thrusting more gently to let you ride out your orgasm.

Scrambling up your body, Jungkook kisses you deeply, panting, “That was so hot, princess. Fucking squirted all over me. Such a good girl for daddy.” The praise has you keening, eyes fluttering as you gaze up at him with blown-out pupils.

“Are you going to fuck me now, daddy?”

Your boyfriend freezes, eyes darkening at the innocent look on your face. Fuck, you’re going to be the death of him. Quickly discarding his boxers, he settles between your thighs, reaching over to grab a condom from his nightstand.

“Wait!” you stop him, fingers wrapped around his wrist, “I...I ‘anna feel you, not the condom.” His heart stops, eyes widening as you continue to mumble, “Only if that’s okay with you, ‘m clean and on birth control...”

Noticing the blush on your cheeks and how you refuse to make eye contact, he grins, “If that’s really what you want, then okay. I want nothing more than to feel your tight, wet walls gripping onto my cock.” His words make you whine, body squirming.

“Just fuck me already,” you whine out, pouting and crossing your arms. Eyes widening, you gasp as you try to move and touch his dick, “Wait! I need to return the favor!” Jungkook feels his heart skip a beat. You were just too cute.

Leaning back on his knees, he smiles at you, “Don’t worry, princess. You can do it next time. Daddy’s gonna take care of you now.” You grin back at him, eyes shining up at him with unadulterated love.

Your boyfriend inhales deeply as he grips his cock, his other hand grabbing and uncapping the bottle of lube. Your eyes are trained on his cock, watching as the lube dribbles down onto it. Subconsciously licking your lips, you gulp when he rubs the lube all around his length.

“Are you ready, princess?” his voice is quiet, breathing gently. Seeing you nod, he speaks again, “I need to hear you say it, baby.”

Nodding frantically, your hands grasp his and hold them, “I’m ready, daddy.”

With that, he holds your waist with one hand, the other guiding his cock into your dripping core. Jungkook’s breathing is shaky as he feels your tight walls clamping down onto him. His eyes are focused on where the two of you are connected, watching as you take him inch by inch. Hearing you whimper, he quickly glances up at you, only to see your eyes squeezed shut.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asks you, hand coming up to gently brush away the tears that have started to fall. Even when you were crying you were beautiful. God, he loves you so fucking much.

You nod, voice shaky as you open your eyes to meet his, “I’m okay, Kookie. I promise.”

Nodding, he closely watches your expression as he pushes all the way in. A groan leaves him as you involuntarily clench. Drawing back, he slowly pushes in, smirking when he hears the quiet moans tumbling from your kiss-swollen lips. As his pace picks up, he leans down and locks his lips with yours. Jungkook can already feel himself getting closer to cumming, and normally he would be embarrassed, but goddammit you just feel so fucking good.

“Fuck, you like that, princess?” he grits out, his pace picking up until he’s thrusting into you with so much force your body is inching up the bed. He rests his arms on either side of your head, “Are you gonna cum, baby? Can you cum with daddy?”

You nod pathetically, whining and whimpering as you can feel yourself about to fall over the edge. “Can I cum, daddy?” Jungkook grunts as his hips slam into yours, he’s so close to cumming.

“Do it, baby. Cum on, daddy.”

As soon as the command leaves him, you’re cumming, walls fluttering around his cock. Your boyfriend moans loud, the feeling of you cumming has him shooting his seed into you. His thrusts are sloppy and slow, helping both of you ride out your releases. Once you’ve come down from your high, he pulls out and lays down next to you. Jungkook’s hands grab onto your hips and pull you into his embrace, face nuzzling into your neck, his voice a murmur, “I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too, Kookie,” you whisper, heart fluttering in your chest as your eyes slowly close. Your breathing evens out as you fall asleep in your lover’s arms, and Jungkook can’t help but fall in love even more.

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itsmeizumine · 3 years

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COMMS ARE OPEN!

[ID: a 6 panels presentation explaining how OP’s commissions are going to pan out. First panel has scripts divided in two columns. The first column says “Hello, fellows! It’s me, Izumine, and right now I’m taking digital art commissions! I really need to buy new PC and I would be extremely glad if you spread word of this commissions for me. Thank you so much!”. The second column says that payment is to happen via Nubank Pix system and OP’s other social medias’ handle; “itsmeizumine” on Instagram, Twitter, Tumblr and YouTube. From the second panel onward, OP’s gonna showcase the types of commission they are willing to take.]

[ID: Second panel is titled “Silly Doodles”. There are three drawings on the panel, all of them very simple and cartoonish. The first drawing is of a kid reenacting “Will Smith Showing Off His Wife” meme, with a speech bubble that says “Bitch, I love and appreciate you” stylized to add comedic effect. The second is of someone grimacing, with “OUCH...” written behind them. The third drawing is of a surprised person, with a speech bubble that says “*GASP* what- NO WAY!!”. There’s a script at the bottom right that says “Silly doodles are fun to draw and use, specially as stickers! They are the quickest to make, and cost 5 USD*.”. The asteristiks are going to be addressed on the 6th panel.]

[ID: Third panel is titled “My Style” and has a column of script right under it that says “I don’t face much trouble with either headshots or full body, but I don’t dig rendering a lot, so my price table is this: a) SKETCH: 10 USD. b) FLAT COLORS: 15 USD**. c) RENDERED: 20 USD**.”. By the side of this column, there are three versions of the portrait of a boy, showing the different finalizations the price table announced going from the simplest (option a) to the most difficult (option c), left-right. At the bottom left of the panel, there’s a script in parentheses that says “This is good to make portraits of loved ones!”.]

[ID: Forth panel is titled “Mimicking”. Under the title, a column of script says “I can imitate your favorite show’ style on a drawing of your OC! I’m particularly good at: BNHA, SvtFoE, The Loud House and Adventure Time. But I can give a shot to any other ones!”. There are four drawings of original characters to the left of the column, each into the styles of the shows OP mentioned. A serious girl using Yuuei’s uniform and sneakers; a boy dressed as a prince from other dimension dancing with a girl in a poncho blouse and pleated skirt, both seemingly in love with each other; a kid wearing a vest, a long-sleeved blouse, pants and boots, expectantly looking to the forth wall; and a fire monk in their casual garb, content; respectfully. In the midst of the drawings there’s a box that says the price is 15 USD**.]

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[ID: Sixth panel is titled "Yes, can do/ No, can't do". The text that follows right after is divided in two columns, each column under one segment of the title. The column under the first segment lists Lettering, NSFW art (though, OP says it's debatable) and Mecha/Armor as things they can also do. The column under the last segment lists Gore (OP clarifying that they can work with blood, but nothing more explicit than that), Hate Material and Animals (and by extension, Furries) as things they can't do. Under these columns there's a box that explains the asterisks. It says "Single asterisk: In case USD is not your currency, we'll follow the procedure of converting the values using it as reference. Double asterisks: This is a minimum price. Might be upped depending on the complexity of your commission, but don't worry! We'll discuss it before settling on anything. And! We'll only start negotiations if you read and agree with my Terms of Service, so that's that as well.". This is all there is to the last panel, and with that the presentation ends.]

(TERMS OF SERVICE BELOW, READ IT ATTENTIVELY)

if DM me about any commission you're interested to do i'll assume you've read everything and are 100% okay with it, so don't even try if you're aren't. this is not up to debate.

there's stuff worthy of taking notice before asking a commission from me:

i need my commissioner to be somewhat available for communication. i'm gonna share my process with you and i need your feedback during it to go on. any sort of adjustment gotta happen there, as i'm not returning to the finished piece to retouch it on any way or form nor do i allow anyone to make any changes to my artwork.

i'm not delivering the finished piece until you fully pay me. no debate on that. and i reserve the right to cancel and refund any commissions at any time for any reason.

unless you oppose to it during the process, there's a chance that i might use the commissioned artwork on my social medias as a way to promote me and my services. if that bothers you or makes you uncomfortable, you gotta tell me.

you retain all rights over the intellectual property of the commissioned piece and i assure you i won't make any claims over it, but the artwork is mine nonetheless. it's for personal use ONLY until stated otherwise, and you CANNOT profit from it or use it commercially unless we discuss it beforehand.

i won't make you NSFW art if you're under age, for obvious reasons. any minors asking for commissions of any other kind need have permission from their legal guardian, unless they have their own bank account.

if you want to eventually print the artwork, please state this before we get started on the commission. my default set-up is made for small files that are going to pixelate once you size them up to make, say, a poster. it's going to reflect badly on the end result of my work and i can make it right from the start if only you warn me first.

and i won't lower the price of any commissions below where they are now. the prices are as accessible as they can be. i'll work hard on each and every piece ever commissioned and and i need money like any other person too, respect me and my work.

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lesbijkas · 4 years

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a quick FAQ/Guidelines sheet for the TAZ Art Telephone Game!

these are the ground rules going into this whole thing, which I think are pretty reasonable. once the chains actually are assigned, I’ll make sure to let the starting artist know any other guidelines they should follow (if someone in their group only wants to draw for Balance, if someone can’t draw a certain ship, etc.)

haven’t applied yet? do so here!

transcript of what’s said on the image is under the cut as well.

What am I allowed to include in a piece? Are there any general drawing guidelines?

Since this should be fun and relatively stress free for everyone, these are the following guidelines I’ve put together. If you think something should be added or needs clarification, please let me know!

try to limit the amount of people; 2 to 3 maximum in one picture

no overly complex backgrounds

NSFW is not allowed; sex, genitalia, fetishes, etc. err on the side of caution with this! if you think it’s too much, chances are it is

general Bad Stuff is also not allowed; homophobia, racism, sexism, pedophilia, etc. I don’t expect this to be a problem, but better safe than sorry

What are the mechanics/rules of the telephone game? How much should I change/keep the same?

You’re not trying to recreate an image as a perfect copy. Art telephone shows off how one piece of art, despite being of the same character in the same pose and such, can be so different from artist to artist. With TAZ, I feel this is especially true since there are so many interpretations of each character rather than one set canon appearance. This makes this telephone game a bit more wild. Generally, I would say keep the pose the same, and probably the clothes to some extent. If your design of a character is different, use it! Or if you want, maybe blend them together. Do what feels right and have fun!

What is the timeline for this whole thing? How long do I have to work on my piece?

There isn’t really a set timeline, per say. My only advice is to finish your drawing to the best of your abilities with what time you have. You don’t need to rush through to finish in a day or something, but since I’m aiming for around 5-6 people a chain (as of right now) try to keep it to a week or under if possible. Keep open communication with myself, if need be, and the person you will be passing your drawing to.

Does my piece need to be digital?

Nope! It doesn’t. Try to scan your piece if you can, or at least get the best photo of it possible. I said open to all artists and that means traditional artists are 100% welcome.

I’m only caught up with _ arc(s); do I need to worry about spoilers?

Some of you have already mentioned this. If you let me know ahead of time I can make sure your group is doing a piece based in the arc(s) you know so (hopefully) no one is spoiled too badly!

What if I need to drop out?

You can drop out of this if necessary. I get it! Things happen. If you end up having to drop out, for whatever reason, let me know as soon as possible and I’ll make sure to pass on that information where applicable.

#TAZ Telephone #the adventure zone #taz #speak!#hope this helps y'all!!!!#please let me know if u have more questions

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juryokv-blog · 5 years

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five times kissed / kanata and wataru

* five times kissed / @crystliz

meeting a god is quite the occasion, even if it’s a false one such as this ! he wholly believes his godhood, does he ? the boy seems to think of wataru & rei as some sort of higher beings too. how amusing ! then, wataru will play along, for who is he to break this reality. ❛ your talents lie in wish granting ? see, i’m a master of magic. would you like to see a trick ? ❜ it’s almost too much fun, entertaining someone whose beliefs in the impossibles of this world is unmoving. he holds kanata’s gaze in his own, the look of childlike wonder in eyes only all the more encouraging & wataru smiles wide.

❛ of course there’s nothing more enchanting than the mystery held in the sea, but i could show you all the land has to offer. fufuhahaha. ♪ would you like a tulip ? daffodil ? some lilies ? ❜ that is this hibiki wataru’s specialty ! pulling flower after flower out of thin air for this god’s viewing pleasure. ❛ oya ? but none of these are befitting of a god. then - a rose ? ❜ the last lingers in hand rather than discarded in kanata’s general direction with the rest, eye contact unwavering as wataru brings rose to lips. no theatrics are spared in his first impressions, a kiss planted upon rose before arm extends back towards this other oddball & flower presses at his lips too. ❛ this is my gift to you, ‘kami’-kun. ~ ♪ ❜

ii.

there’s five of them now. four other individuals who stood on equal ground to wataru & while the name they’ve been given & the force that brought them together may be suspicious in itself . . he couldn’t say he isn’t thankful for these oddballs he’s come to cherish. wataru would never tell the others, cease there be any discontent, but . . he may cherish one above the rest. the way kanata speaks of himself, so mighty & holy, this magician has to stop & listen. who has held his interest like this before ? not many people come to mind, if any.

❛ ‘kami’-kun, i must tell you. ❜ how rude of him to interrupt, though wataru never thought of himself to be such a well mannered person in the first place & the way the latter always looks back at him like he’s about to preach the good word causes something to tug at heart strings. besides, this has to be said ! ❛ you know . . i am no god. neither is rei. we are mere mortals. well . . ! rei i am not so sure about. fufuhaha - ah . . no, you needn’t grant any wish of mine. ❜ he declines the offer before it has a chance to come, knowing kanata would demand a wish from him. even if he believed kanata to have the power to grant any desire, there isn’t anything more he wants than what he has here.

❛ though even as a mortal, i still am powerful, aren’t i ? ❜ wataru’s teasing mostly now. hand reaches across table for kanata’s own, playing with digits & examining flesh before bringing him closer. he is mortal too, even if he & so many others believe otherwise. he must have some desires of his own. wataru presses a short kiss to the back of kanata’s hand as a show of faith. ❛ then allow me to grant the wish of a god some day. ❜

iii.

things had been changing since the unfortunate fall of valkyrie to fine. somehow over night they seemed to be deemed monsters & despise from classmates whom once loved them only grew with each day. it’s becoming clear of the intentions of those scheming behind the scenes, yet they only walk deeper into the traps laid out before them. kanata seems so unbothered, curiously. convinced godhood would save him from being burned at the stake & his growing number of rabid believers almost make it seem impossible to touch him. dread & worry has begun to setting in wataru’s stomach over it all. to kill a god is a inconceivable task, but kanata is human & . . he wishes he’d see that.

❛ your worshipers are quite dedicated. it’s difficult to see you these days, ‘kami’-kun ! ❜ yet he’s managed because this hibiki wataru is a master of trickery & deceit ! up in his hot air balloon no one could find them. at least, that’s what he’d like to believe, but these religious types sure can be . . persistent. even if it’s only for a little while, it has to be good to get kanata away from them. wataru’s stood in the other’s space, an arm placed casually around him & his excuse for that would be how much colder it is this high up in the sky. but really . . he’s felt rather protective of this false god as of late. he wants to keep him selfishly close. with a short glance at the boy beside him & no thought given, wataru presses lips to his cheek. ❛ kanata . . though you are a god, i do hope you’ll rely on me if ever you’re in trouble. ❜

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he isn’t sure how to feel. another oddball has fallen, kanata of all people. yet . . somehow it’s for the better. thanks to a boy with a hero’s heart kanata’s renounced godhood & become human like the rest of them no matter the metaphors used to to liken them to monsters. yes, he’s been cut down, but kanata smiles so much brighter now that it’s almost blinding & wataru can’t look away. the way he radiates when speaking of this boy & the unit he’s joined . . wataru is happy something good could come from something so terrible. he’s also a bit jealous, but that’s nothing he’d ever voice aloud.

❛ fufuhaha - you seem to be having much more fun as a hero than you ever did a god ! ❜ he isn’t one to let petty jealousy get the best of him, kanata’s happiness & well being is of far more import & he really is thankful to that morisawa for achieving something he wasn’t sure he himself could do. ❛ i think this role suits you much better & with that outfit - you really do look like a proper hero ! ❜ hands toy with the edges of kanata’s unit jacket, inspect the sleek new uniform. personally, the power ranger look is not his style, but . . the other boy pulls it off well. especially when sporting such a genuine smile along with it. ah, wataru can’t help himself, leaning forth & pressing a soft kiss to kanata’s forehead. the gesture not as meaningless as he hopes it comes off.

today is the day this hibiki wataru will die. there’s no need for tears, this is the fate he’s accepted & he would be reborn anew after his fall like a phoenix from the ashes. this is his role, after all the villain who must be slain by the main character. wataru will play his part, not because there’s no stopping it, but because he understands why it must happen ! . . that’s not to say his heart doesn’t break for the other casualties of this war. shu, kanata, rei, & their adorable boy they’ve given everything to protect. be it unfortunate so many had to be cut down to pave the path for a better future of this school, yet there’s no rewinding the hands of time & the most wataru can do now is prepare the performance of a lifetime for his upcoming execution !

while he invited his dear oddballs to come see him off to death, ( regardless of any disagreements for actions being taken, it’s only right that they be together on this last day. ) he hadn’t anticipated any desperate acts to change fate until right before he’d step onto stage, as most dramatic scripts went. ❛ you’re a bit early for my performance, kanata & a little late to catch my rehearsal. i’d give you a preview, but my secret weapon already left ! ❜ hokuto has gone to finish final preparations for their portion of the live, thankfully. wataru involved him only to ensure a valuable lesson is learned by his beloved junior, but there’s no need for him to be here for this. the air is tense & it’s almost suffocating, wataru’s heart growing tight for reasons he couldn’t place despite his attempts at light jests.

❛ . . have you any words about what i’m going to do, then perhaps it’s better left unsaid. i understand natsume’s inability to see why i must, he’s still a child, but if it comes from you . . then i might . . ❜ ah, how uncharacteristic of him to think such a thing ! he cannot let his mind be swayed by the heart, by the look in kanata’s eyes & the guilt building in chest over a wish he still couldn’t grant. it had to be kanata here before him now, didn’t it ? for who else could challenge the decisions of a martyr than the person with a hand around his heart ? wataru can’t help but think there’s too many things left unsaid between them for this to be his final day, yet it’s too late & he’d be cruel to speak them now. somehow harmless flirting & words with hidden meanings turn to real feeling & he couldn’t pinpoint when it happened, only that he’d realized not soon enough. they’re engulfed in war & nothing could flourish in such an environment, it’s better left like this.

but there kanata goes, saying things as he pleases as he always does without the consideration of consequences & wataru thinks how unfair life is to hear those three words on a day like this. he’s stunned silent, considering options. there’s a part of him that wants so badly to say it back, the part where his heart resides, but then the mind has to remind him how such things shouldn’t be said so recklessly. he can’t. yet feelings & longing can’t be suppressed entirely either & what makes a person more careless than raw emotion ? so caution is thrown to the wind, wataru forgets ideals & repercussions momentarily to reach for kanata, hands at his face coaxing him closer until lips meet for an overdue kiss.

there’s not enough room for regret with all he’s baring on his shoulders, forehead resting against kanata’s when he draws back, & he can’t think about how this will affect them later either. the pressing matters now are the live about to start & the sacrifice he’ll make & hopefully kanata . . as well as the others could understand. ❛ . . please watch me & don’t take your eyes off me. ❜

#hibiki wataru ——— ic.#crystliz #.........................................bye.#im literally dying

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anettrolikova · 3 years

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A day in my life really depends on what's happening. That said, usually I have themes. For instance, I have a priority list, and I have decision logs that chronicle all the things I am trying to figure out.

I end up trying to insert themes into my days. Like today, for instance, I have a meeting with my small team to begin the week; I reserved my afternoon for product reviews—what we call “greenpathing exercises”—where, oddly, I'm trying to discern how everyone is thinking about the main things we're working on. I do this because oftentimes I feel as though I am the connective tissue combining operations, finance, and more formal business functions with the product itself. This connection helps me to make good decisions.

A lot of this is almost automatic by just having a good color coding system, which is really fun

I made two decisions: one, I'm going to try to learn as much about business as possible. But, if business is very different from software architecture, I'm going to be no good no matter what I do. And so, I ran an experiment to treat engineering principles, software architecture, complex system design, and company building as the same thing. Effectively, we looked for the business equivalent of just turning off servers to see if the system has resiliency. For instance, we used to ask people to use their mouse on their non-dominant hand for a day. We introduced these little nudges to ensure that people didn’t become complacent.

I believe that the job we all have in life is to acquire knowledge and wisdom and then share it. I just don’t know what else there is. This is the bedrock of my belief system.

When I get close to any field, I think about how far I want to go. I'm probably further along with programming. I don’t know if I want to get from 90 to 91% in programming when, with the same amount of work, I could figure out the first 60 to 70% of UX or even something like drawing. There’s a recent book about this called Range, which I really like. The book pushes in this direction and explores this topic a bit more than I do. But I just found myself nodding throughout reading it, because it turns out that very often—really, every field has fundamental wisdom that you discover when you're learning and talking to the people who have mastered it. I find that going wide and learning the best lessons from the people who have dedicated their entire lives to a certain pursuit gets you really, really close to mastery.

people show up with a mastery of certain instruments. Someone ends up being the jazz director and the rest of the band follows

I've always gravitated towards competing against myself in most things.

I really love failing. I feel so good when I do something, and it just doesn't work; especially if I get the feedback about why it didn't work. That gives me a project to work at to improve. And so maybe that's sort of interesting regarding losses.

the major reason why video games are valuable is because of this concept of transfer learning. For instance, people who are good at chess understand when it's time to perform tactics, and when it's time to focus on positional development. Not just in chess, but also in life.

I have found it really, really useful to be able to reason about a relationship without getting egos involved too much. I can have a conversation with someone saying, “Hey, you made a commitment to ship this thing, and you did. That's awesome. That's a super big charge on the trust battery, but you’re actually late for every meeting. Even though that's relatively minor—like it decreases 0.1% on your battery—you should fix that.”

It plays a role like that. That said, it's not useful to talk about trust as a binary thing. People are quick to say, “You don't trust me!” And it's actually more, “Well, no, I trust you to a certain level, but you would like more trust; you want trust at a completely different level.”

if your cell phone is 80% charged, you're not worried about finding a charger. But when your phone in your pocket goes into low battery mode, you're thinking about your phone a lot. What people want to do in a company is get to the 80% or 100% level in the area that they run. You gain full autonomy this way. It’s a process that cannot be given to people by title or something like that.

The reason why it was the best thing for me is because it's almost the perfect counterfactual to how you should run a company. I honestly think that, you know, a coin flip has a batting average of 50%. If you just do the perfect opposite of literally everything about that place, you would probably clock in at 60 to 70% of getting everything right, which would mean you would outperform probably 90% of all companies in the world.

Among other things, almost every incentive system was just wrong. For instance, there was no way you would get a promotion or recognition if you weren't dressed in a suit or if you didn’t use slides in a particular way that resembled the legal profession.

It's infantilization because you literally have a policy about how to dress. If you have a policy on how to dress, that means you don't trust people to dress. It was a pretty stark experience.

We are building hopefully amazing software for absolutely amazing people, like people who are unbelievably brave and really adaptable. Society tries to talk people out of this, like no one wants other people to be successful building companies. Silicon Valley might have gotten to a level of enlightenment where company building is actually encouraged, but the rest of the world isn’t like this.

The learning curve of being a great executive is a lot less like learning the guitar, and a lot more like skydiving. It’s the kind of thing you should not do without an instructor. A coach is probably one of the highest returns on investment anyone can do with their attention. An hour spent with a coach has a 10x, 50x, 100x potential return on time spent.

Our strategy was to hire as many high potential people as we could and have them get to their potential much faster than they actually imagined was possible. Personal growth has no real speed limit. It's more dependent on how often a student is ready, and that often depends on the environment and the norms of a culture around the student. For instance, how often is the teacher appearing when the student is ready? If you can line this up at a fairly high hit rate, then people can go through nearly ten years of career development within a single calendar year. I know the 10x thing is overplayed now, but I have absolutely seen it.

Hey, the reason why you've got this job is not because of everything you know, but because you seem like the kind of person who can figure it out when you need to know something.” That's very basic but also very liberating.

One thing that really makes it work is that we are just extremely different. Almost the only overlap we have is in how much we care about the mission of this company. Outside of that, his skill set is extremely different; his input is extremely different; his life experience is very different. It's very intuitive for us when to go with one of our ideas because this is what a relationship with a 100% trust battery looks like.

I had the source code for Linux, I signed up for the Linux kernel mailing list, and I listened to how they talked about computer architecture. I then spent all my time trying to figure out what these terms meant.

The meaningful thing about this story is that it points at a fallacy. The other important thing is it implies that people in groups end up really cancelling each other's good parts and exposing one another's downsides.

why are technical founders overperforming the market right now? I don't actually think it's because they're technical. I think it's because of a very specific childhood experience that a lot of the people running technology companies have had. Most of us grew up in a world which we knew would change significantly because it was really badly designed given what we knew about the potential coming soon. And this potential coming soon was the march of computers and digitalization. I think that a lot of us, including myself, have leveraged this insight into significant enterprise value.

Norman gave permission to really hate the door instead of hating yourself when you push it instead of pulling it. That is not your fault. No human has ever been at fault for pushing instead of pulling. That has always been the fault of the people who designed the door.

People who learn how to think about how to do things in their environment better, and to understand that the objects in their everyday life have not been designed or created by people who are smarter than they are—they are the people who will become entrepreneurs.

#product #behavior #challenges #act #director #role #job #learning #coach #design #thinking

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solivar · 7 years

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One Bullet

Written for the @mcbigbangzo Halloween Monster Mash.

Aka the one where Jesse McCree is a mercenary hexenjaeger for hire, Hanzo Shimada is a concerned big brother trying to rescue his idiot kid brother from the cult he ran off to join with his latest crush, and there are way more vampires than at least one of them expected.

When Jesse regained consciousness, it was dark. Not the relatively normal and reasonably comforting darkness that came from the lights being off and the sun being down, before the rise of the moon or the street lights coming on. No, this was a different grade of dark entirely, rich and dense, so thick he could nearly taste it, could almost draw it into his lungs with each breath, could absolutely not pierce it even though he knew his eyes were open, no matter how long he gave them to adjust, even with the acuity of senses the blood running in his veins granted him. Which meant, pragmatically, that the coven had stashed him somewhere that no natural form of light penetrated -- someplace with no windows, potentially someplace deep underground. That made them smarter than the last two covens he’d extirpated put together, which was a pain in the ass he absolutely did not need right now.

Predictably, his weapons were gone. That was pretty much the inevitable consequence of being captured -- in the back of his mind, he could hear the lecture Reyes would have unloaded, without mercy and with both barrels -- and he had never once escaped it, even when the vampires involved were as dumb as a box of hammers. Less predictably: they’d taken his boots and coat. Sometimes even the smart ones, the ones whose maker had a brain and let his spawn keep a fair share of theirs, would overlook those, so he was inclined to give at least a little credit for that. Not so smart: they’d left his arm. Of course, how to uncouple it wasn’t so obvious and if they had orders to keep him alive, just ripping it off at the shoulder, or the junction, would not accomplish that task.

His ribs ached, but not in a way that suggested any of them were broken, even when he took a deep breath. His head throbbed, but not in a way that suggested a concussion, particularly since the contents of his stomach weren’t also trying to escape. Gentle treatment by vampire standards, and for a demonstrably dangerous prisoner, at that. He wasn’t bound, just dropped and propped against the wall, which was rough, only dubiously dressed stone, dry. The floor under his legs and butt and hands felt uneven, grainy -- hard-packed dirt over stone, dry. The air likewise, dry and warm, which argued against far underground. He carefully went about testing the soundness of the rest of his limbs, found a profusion of minor aches and tender spots where bruises were likely to be found later and worked himself to his feet, carefully, slowly stretching himself out to his full height. Thankfully, he didn’t encounter a low-hanging ceiling, which told him that he at least wasn’t in a repurposed mineshaft, for which he was at least moderately grateful.

Moving slowly, keeping one hand to the wall, he started making a circuit, looking for an angle, the join of two walls, and found none. The room, cell, whatever it was, was circular, almost perfectly so. That offered a few suggestions all by itself. Before he could go about investigating them, a sound reached his ears: voices, footsteps, echoing off stone, growing gradually closer.

And me with nowhere to hide. The thought crawled through the back of his mind as he sank back down where he was, knowing it wasn’t the same spot, seeing no way to even pretend otherwise. Not that I’d know if there were.

The quality of sound from -- above? Yes, definitely from above -- changed, from steps on stone to steps on wood, thin trails of dust and dirt and grit filtering down to tickle his nose, and he just barely suppressed a sneeze. Something huge and godawful heavy being dragged across an unfinished wooden surface, close by overhead, the boards shifting and groaning under the weight. The sound of metal grinding against metal -- chains and locks he thought -- and a perfectly square portion of the ceiling lifted up and shifted sideways, admitting a wan shaft of light that made his eyes ache and water after the perfect and unrelieved darkness, the best pain he’d felt all day.

Then, just to ruin it all, a green-haired head poked through the aperture thus created, bloody crimson eyes gleaming in the half-light, and offered him an almost inhumanly wide grin containing far too many sharp teeth. “Oh, good! You’re awake.”

Genji Shimada, he was forced to admit, made a pretty good vampire. He was lean and wiry in a way that made his strength surprising even if his speed was to be expected, which gave him an edge in a close-quarters fight, enough of one to disarm and drop an experienced hexenjaeger. Inasmuch as the one who’d turned him had let him keep both his mind and his personality, he even seemed to be enjoying it, the curse taking what had always lain inside him -- immaturity, self-absorption, a vast capacity for thoughtless cruelty -- and turning the dial up to eleven on all his pre-existing flaws. He crawled across the ceiling -- the rough ceiling of stripped tree boles, fit solidly together through straps and cross-supports -- fingers and toes unnaturally long, each digit tipped in a wicked talon and as he hung there, someone handed him a lantern. A solar powered lantern, which he supposed was what passed for irony among the undead, and he caught it as Genji lobbed it at his head.

“Good catch. Reflexes aren’t suffering too badly, I hope? You took quite a blow to the skull.” Genji stretched himself out, feet planted on the ceiling, talons bit deep, hanging cheekily up-side-down an arm’s length away, and Jesse easily resisted the obvious invitation to grievous bodily harm. “Awww. Not going to talk?”

“Not t’you. I don’t chat with lackeys.” Jesse set the lantern aside and thumbed it down to its lowest yield, to conserve the charge.

Genji’s eyes flashed and his expression contorted, inhuman with rage and affront, but he also resisted the temptation to do more, smoothing his blood-hungry beast face back away. “Fine. Fine. You’ll scream for me soon enough.” A fangy grin that would have been charming if not for the hate in his eyes. “My master wants you to know that he admires you -- truly admires both you personally and the Order of the Hexenjagd. In the face of a changing world, you have stood fast, athwart the tides of history, to remain dedicated pains in the ass even unto your own destruction. He appreciates that sort of...righteousness. And so, he offers you this gift, as a token of his esteem.”

The light slanting down from above dimmed again as something obstructed its passage -- something long and limp, wrapped in a sheet stained with rusty brown spatters, one pale arm dangling out the side, streaked with the same. Whoever was holding it dropped it without ceremony and it fell, landed bonelessly and lay unmoving, as Genji scurried back across the ceiling and out the exit. His unnaturally long-fingered hand came back through, Peacekeeper dangling by the trigger guard on the tip of one talon, and he dropped that down, as well. Jesse waited until the section of ceiling had been set back in place, and whatever they were using to hold it down dragged over top, before he approached. Peacekeeper was undamaged when he checked it and cracked open the cylinder to find one round only still loaded. Dread made a cold knot in his belly as he folded back the bloodstained sheet.

Hanzo Shimada lay deep in the grip of the change -- the curse coursing through veins drained almost dry, punctures lining both arms to the elbow, his throat and muscular thighs. Somebody had bitten his tongue. And no ordinary curse at that: the hungry darkness battened on the guttering light of Hanzo’s life pulsed in his vision, cancerous with malice.

“Oh, darlin’.” Jesse whispered and gathered his cooling body close, wrapped the sheet around him for what little warmth it could help offer. “Oh, Hanzo. I’m so sorry.”

Hanzo stirred, shivered uncontrollably, a tiny sound of pain escaped his throat. His eyes, when they opened, were still golden, feverishly bright, tinged in crimson. When he spoke, his voice was a bare whisper, thin with exhaustion. “Jesse.”

“I’m here, darlin’. Save your strength.” He pressed a kiss to Hanzo’s brow, cool and damp with pain-sweat. “I’m callin’ for help.”

They hadn’t taken his arm, which was a mistake. He opened the access panels one-handed, Hanzo cradled in the crook of it, and assembled the transponder beacon, the pulse communication transmitter, started cycling them both to full power. It’d drain his arm’s internal power cells to the dregs, but the rest of the hunting pack would find them, and hopefully the vampire nest along with them.

“Genji.” Hanzo whispered. “It’s...too late for him, isn’t it?” A soft, ragged breath. “It’s too late for me.”

“For him, yes.” The transponder beacon reached charge and he triggered it. “He’s given himself to the curse, of his own free will. And don’t you dare blame yourself for that, because it ain’t your fault.”

“It is. I drove him away. I practically threw him into their arms. If I had just --” Jesse bent and stilled his lips and self-castigation with a kiss, lent him a bit more warmth, tasted the blood on his tongue and the hunger starting to take root in him.

“You’re not responsible for your dumbass brother’s dumbass decisions.” Jesse whispered fiercely. “He’s a grown man and he’s made his choice.” The communications array sang its little rising-falling ready tone, and he activated it. “McCree transmitting from unknown location, possibly a cliff-dwelling, definitely a sealed kiva under natural cover inside stone. I have a friendly down -- I need a cursebreaker here pronto, and as much firepower as you can scrounge together. Make it double-quick. End transmission.”

He clicked it off as quickly as he could to preserve the power cells for the beacon, propping his arm up as best he could on the same knee, holding Hanzo close against his chest. Hanzo was silent, either taking his advice or too weary to argue further, icy fingers wrapped in his shirt. Jesse counted every slowing breath, every stuttering, failing heartbeat, refused to watch the curse as it ate his lover’s life, fought for calm, poignantly aware of Peacekeeper at his side, one bullet in the cylinder.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Hanzo murmured after a few minutes, a few hours, a short and agonizing eternity. “I’m dying, aren’t I?”

No, darlin’, you’re not dyin’. You’re already dead, your soul just doesn’t know it yet. But there was no comfort in that truth and so he kept it locked in his own heart. “No. Not if the cursebreaker gets here. There’s still time.”

Hanzo was silent for a moment. Then, “Liar.”

“Darlin’...” He had to stop, discipline his voice steady. “Hanzo. I --”

“I do not want to be one of those heartless, soulless things.” Hanzo’s nails, already sharper than they’d been before but not quite yet claws, dug into his chest. “Promise me you will not let that happen.”

“Hanzo --”

“Promise me.”

“I promise. I won’t let it come to that.” Peacekeeper’s grip, beneath his hand, was cold. “Just...hold on a little while longer. Can you do that for me?”

“I will try.” Hanzo rested his face against the curve of his neck and closed his eyes and Jesse pressed his cheek against the sleek length of his night-dark hair, the better to hide his tears.

#McHanzo Big Bang Halloween Monster Mash #Vampires #Blood #Horrifying Implications of Horribleness #Being A Vampire Sucks Figuratively and Literally #I am a servant of Melpomene and I regret NOTHING #mchanzomonstermash17

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finsterhund · 4 years

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My phone died right when I was supposed to have a phone call with my psychiatrist and I'm pretty upset about it. Admittedly I forgot exactly what time it was so I didn't charge it in time.

I am also getting stuffed dogs arriving, but not the one who got lost :( I got the replacement though.

I also bought one of the dogs I had growing up brand new and they are so much smaller than I remember. I am a big boy with big strong hands now.

It's really really weird. It is also what happened when I got the squeaky steak. I can't get over how small it is now. I do not have an understanding of my own size or strength. I get introduced to things I last saw when I was younger and freak out.

I wish I could find more people to draw Cayden with Spot. I have one commission on the way but I want so more lol wish I wasn't so shy finding artists online to commission. It's so much easier at cons.

Also wishing that there was more to do. My friend is STILL borrowing my PSVR so I can't play any more Paper Beast. Which is extremely frustrating.

I've been mostly doing mild exercise, things on the internet, and eating icepops and junk food. Napping a lot but always tired. The chronic illness life I guess.

I took a gamble recently too. Someone was apparently selling a really rare copy of HoD and said it came with a mousepad but didn't have any photos of it. When I asked they weren't helpful. I don't know why they'd say "Heart of Darkness includes mousepad" if it wasn't a HoD mousepad. So worst case scenario I get a rare copy of the game in poor condition, best case scenario I get it in good condition and with the rare coveted mousepad that I've been thirsting over for nearly 5 years.

Nothing's really happened with the forums. Only three of us so far and everybody's been busy. I'm thinking of adding more resources there. Wish the fandom was more active but I get that its heyday is done and pillars like Lillium and Shynox are gone :( The closest I think that we could come to a resurgence is if more of my friends get actively involved. Which I wouldn't want to force if they didn't want to.

I keep thinking about my dogs, how much I miss them, how I could have gone to be with Jack and Zippy if my mom wouldn't have lied.

I want a dog in my life so badly. The neighbors dogs have been barking a lot lately and I often turn off the fan to listen to them. They help me nap in the afternoon. My dogs never barked very often so I don't really have nostalgia for barking itself but I think it's just the comfort of knowing that they're there.

All of my Spots have been either rigid or small so I'm hoping to find a stuffed dog that looks like Spot that is significantly larger for sale soon. Also one that's more beat up so I don't feel bad about dragging them everywhere (like Outside Tiny is to regular Fishy Tiny)

I am thinking about getting a small tent that I can set up in my bedroom so I can have a camp out since I know the chances of us going camping for real are very unlikely.

I wish that I lived in a normal house with a basement so I could have a space to mess around in the basement and have an air mattress and the tent there and stuff. I will consider myself to be living the good life if I ever have a basement with an air mattress and that's where I keep my CRT TV and my games and stuff. I visited my one cousin ONCE and I fell in love with their fancy middle-class house 😭 the fictional house that Cayden lives has its basement entirely based on that one. (And his bedroom is based on the bedroom I slept in at my grandparents house that has since been torn down 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭). It comes back to me in my dreams. I remember the kids of my mom's family all coming together there and we played with stuffed animals and watched movies and rolled around on the airmattress and stuff. They had a "computer room" and my older cousin showed me how to do simple animations with a program that I cannot remember that was likely on an apple OS

Fishy also said that a boxframe would make my mattress more comfortable so I will be getting one hopefully soon.

I still think about how I wanted to have a party for Spot with all my friends being invited over and I'm so sad that was cancelled. At least I got photos on my birthday of Spot with a hat and the Andy cake.

I keep wanting to write but struggle to find the motivation again. Fishy is the one who gives me incredible feedback on my writing but he's working super duper hard right now and he's busy.

I don't want to post HoDcore style stories on more actively tread websites because I don't want the wrong sorts of people enjoying them otherwise I'd upload to dA or something.

Paper Beast is coming to PC officially on July 24th but my current computer is 32bit so I can't play it :( very frustrating. I'm still excited though. There's going to be new content. More incentive to get off my lazy butt and build my new PC I've been incapable of saving up enough money to buy the graphics card for for the past three years.

I also wish I could find someone to draw the basement and the bedroom and then of course to draw the designs based on them for Cayden. They are so vivid in my mind.

I suck at drawing interiors so I know if just struggle to do so. I wish there were photos.

Also my other two cousins' house was absolutely amazing and I miss that house too. It was a single story with lots and lots of space and room to run around. It had TWO living rooms and the secondary living room had big big windows and plenty of sun. It also had those floor vents that we would hide things in because that was fun. They had a copy of the Seventh Brother on VHS and I would insist on watching it as much as possible.

I guess the layout of that house is the basis for the rest of Cayden's house. I've been to these places so few times but yet they're such a source of nostalgia, meanwhile the house I spent most of my childhood in is the near constant setting of my nightmares and the Spot house is almost entirely repressed.

The house before the Spot house I remember fondly but I was extremely young at the time. It had bright green carpet, little lizards climbed on the downstairs windows when it rained, and I had a little play tent.

I can almost remember enough of the Spot house to remember why I was so upset when we moved out of it. It was also one story with a very nice back garden and fruit trees in the front. I think I mostly miss Spot though. Not so much the place itself.

It's about time for me to go to bed but my mind wants to wander to places that don't exist anymore, at least not in their current form.

A sad quiet night I guess. Would have been nice to talk to my psychiatrist.

I wish I had the negatives of the Spot photos so I could digitize them.

If there are multiverses, many different possible universes I guess there's one where my grandparents raised me and Spot, and one where the Heart of Darkness movie happened, and one where everything turned out better. There's no sense in thinking about this but I like to imagine things.

Hopefully something unexpected will happen tomorrow.

#text post #update #long post

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slugmanslime · 7 years

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Coming Undone (Ch. 3)

As previously mentioned, this is a re-write of Cant Get Enough, all leading up to the final chapter, soon to be posted! If you’ve read the original story, you might be able to tell where I changed or edited things– hopefully for the better! My betas have told me that the pace and flow is much improved!

You can also find all the chapters of this story and more on my AO3 and FF.net accounts ^~^

Chapter Three: Cut Your Losses

Pairings: past!Son Goku/ChiChi, Piccolo/ChiChi Warnings: Mentions of MC Death, Male/Female Violence, Blood Mention, Things are Heating Up ™, Faint DubCon Fic Type: Multi-Chapter 3 /4 Word Count: 2,647

She wrapped her grubby fingers around his wrist, holding his hand in place as if she didn’t want her episode to drive him away as she fought for control over her subsiding giggles. Once in control again, ChiChi shot him an apologetic look, her lips still crooked upwards as she took in the bafflement etched into his features.

Slowly, she disentangled his fingers from her hair, and his stomach dropped. This was it, this was going to be round two. When she withdrew, leaving his skin cooler than normal, she was still smirking but at least looked abashed, brushing loose strands of hair from her face. By the time ChiChi made direct eye contact with him, the despair she had been fighting earlier had lessened but was still ever present. Piccolo’s bold display of physical comfort left her simultaneously yearning for more and disgusted with herself. She was still married!… Wasn’t she?

“Goodness gracious, Piccolo… I would hope that ain’t how you comfort all of yer friends…” Chichi teased him, hoping to mask her own discomfort and unease with the turn that the night had taken. He responded by flashing his fangs, a sneer lingering on his face as he dragged a clawed appendage over the blood tracks from his busted lip.

A bloody gob of spit landed near her right, a back-handed affront that needed no explanation. “I don’t have any friends to comfort. Besides, I just slipped, accidents happen.” That was a total lie, and they both knew it, but the fact that she was willing to injure his pride to salvage hers wasn’t worth the argument it would erupt into.

“You… slipped? Piccolo, don’t be childish.”

“Me? The childish one? Says the woman who can’t have a rational talk about emotions without bashing someone’s head in. Goten can discuss his feelings better than you can.” With a flurry of fabric, Piccolo towers over her, casting a bleaker darkness over the spot in which she knelt with his broad shoulders. That youthful malcontent ChiChi had noted earlier in the evening was back with a vengeance, and it suddenly dawned on her just what it was Piccolo was doing.

When was the last time he had engaged in a meaningful conversation with anyone about emotions? How much practice did he have in exerting empathy or sympathy for others? This process was most likely just as awkward and painful for him as it was for her, and here she was, riling him up like a hunting dog on the scent of game. His inexperience was the ham hock on the cutting block, and she held the cleaver—which was how she usually liked it, but somehow, right now, it felt… wrong, almost rude. She had been awful to him tonight, the only person who she could count on consistently to look after not only her family but herself included. Oh Kami… ChiChi wilted under the weight of her own thoughts, her doubts and fears swirling inside her mind like a hurricane. There was no way she could apologize now, the damage had been done.

For a moment, the harsh, brooding Namekian that had practically adopted her sons and trained them, guided them, had opened himself up to her. Piccolo had been vulnerable with her for a split second, and ChiChi stomped all over him. Not only did she just rebuff his attempts at being an outlet for her internalized agony and self-depreciating loneliness, but he was… openly affectionate. It made her chest constrict painfully, thinking of how Goku rarely kissed her, or held her. She knew he loved her when it counted—she had two beautiful sons thanks to him—but to be around for them, and to give her company when she needed it most? She had Piccolo to thank for that. ChiChi felt sick.

A cold sweat broke out on her skin, dewing in the chilled night air. Her epiphany ran through her mind lightning quick, although it felt like it took her ages to connect the dots. Disdain fell away in the face of mortification, and ChiChi blinked, wringing her hands abashedly as she searched for the right words. “Look, Piccolo, I… I appreciate what yer doin’ here and all, but I…”

“You what, ChiChi? I refuse to let myself be embarrassed here. If you lie, I can lie too. You don’t need any help? Then I slipped.” With every syllable his voice slipped closer and closer to a hiss, arms wrapped tightly across his chest. After a moment of clambering, ChiChi stood as well, fists clenched at her sides while she floundered for an appropriate response that didn’t involve an outright apology.

“You got me tah admit that I was scared, at least! Whadya you want, a medal or something?” Angry fists splayed out into exasperated jazz hands as ChiChi threw out her arms, expectant for some kind of validation for such a simple act. After a brief moment, her posture slumped, arms falling back to her side once more.

Shining fangs peeked out from Piccolo’s scoff, resentment burning like bile in the back of his throat; this wasn’t his ChiChi, pathetic and shaken. His ChiChi was strong, determined, kind and loving and above all understanding. She was the stubborn current guiding the people she loved in the right direction even when they tried to stray. Now here she was, floundering in the spray, unable to determine up from down.

“You shouldn’t have allowed it to get this bad, ChiChi. Look at you.” A single, thick finger curls under her dimpled chin, tilting her face upwards. Her brow was puckered, her embarrassed frown out of place on her expression; she chewed her lip as he spoke, nervous about his proximity. “You’re gonna let Goku make you grey before your prime, and he’s been buried for years now. Isn’t it time you let him be in peace?”

Of course, at the mention of her deceased husband, a light flickered on in her eyes, her lips drawing up into something feral; Piccolo set off yet another landmine. In the back of his mind he wondered when the day will come that he managed to catch a break from these Sons. They had too many damn emotions for him to deal with and get out alive.

Any other thoughts he could have had are drawn short as hands, tiny compared to his own, shoved at his diaphragm; not chest, exactly, ChiChi wasn’t quite tall enough, but her palms jammed into the space right below his ribcage once, then twice, and thrice with increasing force. Another gust of warm summer wind rustled through the clearing, pushing errant wisps of long hair into both of their faces as she glared up at him, hands still splayed on his midsection while her chest heaved.

The moon had reached its crescendo in the sky while the pair drug on their stare down, both unwilling to move a muscle let alone blink. ChiChi’s palms were pinpricks of warmth against the cool, rough fabric of Piccolo’s gi, digits twitching every few seconds as she battled against pulling away. Toads bellowed in the distance, their croaking mimicking the rhythm of her heartbeat. Whether it meant he won or lost, Piccolo was the first to move; one massive hand snaked atop both of her own, effectively pinning her in place. Her stunned and mildly offended expression was enough to crack his hard veneer, a smirk quirking on his lips, before his fingers curled around her hands and he pulled upwards. ChiChi, unsuspecting of such callous behavior, was yanked against his chest abruptly, a startled noise spilling from her lips crossly.

“Now jus’ what do you think yer doin’? If you want to fight, then let me go and hit me like a real—” Piccolo used his grip on her hands to jostle her, the shake he gave her wiggling her down to her toes and summarily shutting her up for a moment.

“When are you going to let go, ChiChi? Goku did what he could with his life, and now it’s your turn. You get to make your own decisions, and live your own life how you want to.”

His grip is bordering on bruising, his aim not to hurt so much as to get her attention, and while ChiChi understood, she didn’t have to like it. She writhed in his grip, twisting this way and that as she groused at him. “I know that! Why won’t yah let this go? Why does it bother you so badly?” It was kind of amusing, watching her wiggle and fuss in his grip, like a snake in the talons of a falcon. What wasn’t so amusing is when ChiChi kicked him in his poor, unguarded shin with all her might.

Piccolo uttered a guttural growl and released his grip on her almost immediately, shoving her away with a fraction of the power he actually possessed, yanking up his leg to hold the offended calf. ChiChi hit the ground with a soft ‘oof’, catching herself before she sprawled on the ground and sitting on her rump, fingers spread out to her sides as they pressed into the wet dirt.

When the line shifted from an argument back to the fight was unclear, but aggression was mounting, tension crackling in the air. Piccolo stooped with a whirl of his cape to crouch atop the smaller woman, soaking the knees of his pants in dewy patch of grass they were flopped on. His broad chest blocked out any watery moonlight that could have allowed her a better view, and yet, the darkness where his eyes would be was all she could focus on. A heavy white drape formed around the duo, Piccolo’s cape creating a cocoon and trapping their simmering emotions. ChiChi wasn’t going to take that laying down of course, and wriggled beneath him, shoving at his chest and kicking her legs with little snarls and stinging curses.

His agitation mounting, Piccolo fisted a hand in her hair, not pulling enough to hurt her but definitely tugging it enough to put them face to face.

He quietly observed her writhing beneath him, pawing at his chest, fingers scrabbling in the fabric of his gi while her eyes squeezed shut; he knew that after their earlier fight, she was going to wear herself out sooner or later and well… he liked the view. It was an out of body ordeal, something he would never admit to of course; there was just something so intoxicating about the expressions she made, the breathy rasping groans she released into the space between them, her hand’s frantic search for purchase against his skin.

“ChiChi…” Piccolo’s usual gravelly baritone was an uneven whisper, stunning his own ears. His grip slacked fractionally, enough for his captive to open those stunning, flaming eyes and glare up at him with enough fury to set a weaker man ablaze. Of course, he would deny the open way he gazed down at her, soaking in every minute detail of her face, glowing with anger and a youth he remembered from so long ago.

What Piccolo couldn’t deny was the way his lips felt pressed against hers. Anxious and harsh, there was no finesse to the way he mashed their mouths together, breathing harshly through his nose. And it was the last thing ChiChi was wanting or expecting at that very second.

Calloused hands shoved at his face, blunt nails digging into his cheeks, but they found no purchase against the residual spit and blood coating his cheeks. Something akin to an enraged howl bubbled in her throat and spilled hotly against his lips. It did not serve its intended purpose to dissuade the dogged Namekian; instead, it elicited a much fiercer growl from him, reverberating in the space between them. Heat washed over her body, lighting all her senses on fire—her scalp was aching, lips and skin tingling, hands sweating as they balled into the Piccolo’s gi… and pulled him closer.

Stunned by her sudden attitude adjustment, Piccolo’s lips retreated from hers by a hair, their shared panting mingling in the space left between. There was no light, no way to see, but he didn’t need light to know exactly how she looked, he could feel it. Their noses, one small and blunt, the other large and curved at the tip, skimmed each other, the unconscious trembling caused by the adrenaline that had flooded their systems going by unnoticed.

“I spent my life waiting on him… Now he ain’t comin’ back.” If not for his incredible hearing, Piccolo would have missed her whispered confession. Her fists were clenching and unclenching in his gi, pulling the fabric taut across his back every so often. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this…”

“As if you could control anything, ChiChi. This isn’t your fault.” Piccolo sent a silent thanks to Kami for the brief swell of compassion he felt. Feather-light and nervous, wide, flat lips brushed against plump, chapped ones—more of a silent query than the brutish demand he exerted earlier. ChiChi responded with a peck, a press of lips followed by a retreat. She was being… shy? After everything that just happened?

“Piccolo, you never answered me. What are you doin’?”

“You said you were lonely. I’m… I’m proving you wrong.” That was a smaller truth, one he felt comfortable admitting. Of course, it felt like his chest was going to explode, but how was he supposed to tell her that if he didn’t kiss her he would combust? If he ended up making something awkward, or if he said something callous, he would just have to deal with it. “Being the mate of a Saiyan has worn you down to this pitiful state. But I’ve known you long enough to be sure that this isn’t who you are.” Years had come and gone, battles and wounds, heartache and happiness and family, and Piccolo had always been there, an unwilling fixture in ChiChi’s life since the day Son Goku asked her to be his wife.

“You think yah know me so well, don’t yah?” Her nose drew up in a scrunch, he could feel her skin sliding against his own. In the darkness, his mouth drew up into an rare genuine smile—one that she couldn’t possibly see.

“I’d say so. The ChiChi I know is a fighter—I thought I saw her earlier when you were handing my ass to me.”

ChiChi scoffed. “Of course, I’m still a fighter! The rascals I hang around keep me on my toes, no matter how much I want a simple life.” Her grip relaxed, releasing the fabric and instead she clasped her hands around his neck, arms hanging limp. She wondered if he could tell that her glare lacked any heat. Who was he to assume that just because she was down on her luck that she’d lost herself?

“Oh yeah?” Was he… was he laughing at her? She might not have been able to see him, but there was a kind of humor in his voice that was unmistakable—she heard it in Gohan’s all the time. Just when she managed to get her heart rate back under control, it stumbled inside her chest thinking of Piccolo’s devilish toothy smile—the one he liked to hide but she was so fond of. Fumbling as it was, when he spoke again, ChiChi’s heart did a faceplant.

“I think you miss the adventure sometimes, even with your simple life. Maybe I can help you with that?”

A pert, pink tongue darted out to wet her lips before she responded. “And just how do yah plan on doin’ that?”

Piccolo hummed thoughtfully, sending shivers of gooseflesh up her spine as he nosed the shell of her ear. “Why don’t I start by showing you what it feels like to not be lonely?”

#Coming Undone #Cant Get Enough #fanfiction #DBZ #rewrite #Chiccolo #ChiChi #Piccolo #violence #slowburn

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lady-feral · 7 years

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Ok folks, UPDATES!

I know I’ve been relatively quiet for MONTHS, but hopefully that changes now.

So, as most know I moved to Portland Oregon a little over a year ago from Asheville North Carolina. Since then I have traveled to Thailand for surgery, been featured on a news blurb thing through barcroft media, and.... that’s about it. I picked up a full-time job as a meat wrapper at Fred meyer immediately after returning from Thailand. I did my best to stick it out, but to be perfectly honest my PTSD and depression got the best of me. I ended up quitting during the Christmas rush because I couldn’t handle the number of people treating me badly every day. I know that sounds silly, but I’ve also never worked in retail before, and working in the meat department of the busiest Kroger store in the country during the Independence day, Thanksgiving, and Christmas rush was not good for my mental health.

Since then I have managed to get enrolled in vocational rehabilitation through the VA and now that the snow is finally cleared I’m starting classes for an AAS degree in website development and design (because my Art degree hasn’t exactly been getting me work in my field). I’m not entirely confident that this will do the trick either, but it will give me some breathing room to get my feet back under me and figure out my next steps as the VA will be paying my bills until the program completes.

In October, myself and my roommates/friends were forced to move from the house we were renting, so now instead of a basement in Sullivan’s Gulch, I’m in a subsidized apartment in Old Town. It’s beautiful, but there are literally hundreds of homeless folks in my neighborhood and crime is high. My car was stolen twice in a three day stretch from a lot that I had to pay 150 dollars a month for a spot in. Of course my car died for good last week and had to be scrapped, so now I’m dependent on figuring out public transportation to get to classes on three different PCC campuses in the greater Portland area. I still have my motorcycle, but it’s parked half an hour away in McMinnville because I don’t have anywhere safe to park it here, and it’s already had a gas cap stolen and a fender vandalized.

In spite of all this, I haven’t been completely useless. I’ve been trying to do some organizing with local folks to resist the coming Trump presidency and the republican regime backing it. Both @vortexsophia and I have been trying to teach self-defense classes to varying demographics (her to queer people and femmes, me to homeless women and sex workers) with varying levels of success. We’re short on equipment and facilities, but we’re trying. We’ve also been supplying folks that need it with pepper spray (we actually need to start reblogging the funding page again now that I think of it).

So. TLDR: It’s been an emotional, stressful, and hectic year. I’ve had some amazing experiences and some miserable ones. I just want to keep my followers updated (and perhaps offer some excuse for my long absences). Soon I’m planning to set up a patreon and will get back into making original artwork. I don’t currently have access to a forge, so I’m going to have to re-focus on two-dimensional art like drawings, paintings, watercolor, prints, etc. and maybe get into digital art. I also will be getting back into working on my book. I hope you’re all staying safe and warm and fed. Keep your chins up and your eyes open in the difficult days ahead. I’m rooting for you all and I’m going to try to be there for whoever I can, however I can.

#lady feral #updates #girlslikeus #reallivetransadult

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lloyd-mills-blog · 7 years

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Final Major Project - Evaluation

Research:

EGX 2017 Rezzed (Public Event): Though I did get some nice information and details about a few developers and games, I feel like I did not get the most out of the time I had at the event, I did spend a while talking to the OCTAHEDRON developer about his game but hardly spent as much time talking to the makes of speed Jogging or EaldorLight. I even missed out the careers section which would have been really good for looking at alternate careers if working alone doesn’t work well. – I wasn’t feeling good at all there either later, so I was slowed down for the event even more.

I will improve my research in public events by stopping by and talking to more people, visiting as many various areas as possible and writing so many more notes down like what kind of games and companies you can find here.

Starbound: I researched another game called Starbound, which I picked because of its numerous similarities to my game such as its target audience and themes.

Looking at this game was a very effective research for me since it taught me effective ways to make combat less violent and various details about biomes and environment (freezing cold places were not just a desert of snow and ice, they had trees made of ice and crystals shining).

Source code: One of my great research areas that would be the most challenging but helpful was source code analysis, where I could develop greater knowledge of coding in GameMaker: Studio (GM: S for short). There was previous a humble bundle offer where if you donated a certain amount of money, you’d receive various codes for things, a GameMaker bundle came up offering GM:S Pro, various modules and a bunch of games with their source code. I took this bundle and looked at the source code for their most popular game, INK, because it was an eye-catching platformer. I first adopted INK’s coding standard for labelling, if something is a sprite then its name starts with s, objects start with o etc. I looked at the code and tried to determine what things meant and how they worked, but I fell back badly here. What I did in the end was try to understand some bits of code there, and if I’d try to apply that code to my game, this was mainly gravity and movement which looked very basic and simple, I thought I could type it up in a notepad doc and put it in my game but it didn’t work and set me back a little in production.

From this, I now know that I need to be much more professional when studying source code like this. I should write down notes and log about areas, take snippets and talk about them like what they mean and what they do – and If I don’t know what they do then I should teach myself via YouTube or the GM: S help menu

YouTube: One of the most useful research sources was YouTube, where I watched tutorials made by Shaun Spalding who has loads of knowledge, skill and experience with GameMaker: Studio. The tutorials he had that I used for my game included platformer tutorial, camera tutorial.

I watched these tutorials only when I needed them. I could and should improve this by watching Shaun’s tutorials on other things, like particle effects, in my own time which should help me develop even more knowledge and ideas in my games.

So, I have looked at various research sources that cover a variety of areas of my project, I looked at public speakers, similar products and tutorials, and I have researched my age rating, my theme and the software that I’ll be using. I feel like I could have done a lot more research though, like looking at more sources whether they’re new or old to me, and look more into parts of my game in general.

Pre-Production:

What you did: Pre-Production started off developing the basic idea for my game furthermore with details such as where the game is based exactly (A huge island in the middle of the Northern Atlantic Ocean, I chose here after I looked into locations and ecosystems like this via wiki). I made a Gantt chart to help plan and coordinate my time, however I didn’t stick to it all that well at first. Soon I updated it by colour coding the tasks to label the progress or state of the work, such as later, to begin, near completion, complete or progressing. -This proved to be exceptionally helpful as I could open up the Gantt chart at the start of a lesson and straight away know what I need to work on. I’d update it once I complete said work or the lesson finishes. As of for ‘later’, I’d label things I don’t need to work on yet as ‘later’ such as production and evaluation tasks. *I also cut off a couple tasks that I originally added but were not relevant to my project.

I went onwards to produce some concept art to show off some ideas for my game, one of a ‘fragment’ and another of a ‘gemstone’. Producing these helped shape more ideas and concepts for the story and gameplay, I went onwards to produce documents like my One Sheet, Game Design Documents, Character Profile, Script, Mind Maps, each progressed when looking at my Gantt Chart but took longer than I thought they’d take which made times spill over and got a little stressful once production was coming close. The other extremely useful document I made was a list about all the aspects and mechanics of a game that I intended to add, and all the visuals that I would require for the game too. Just like the Gantt chart, this made it very easy to pick up where I was and what I needed to do.

I could avoid time spill-over by working on documents as soon as I can, and avoid leaving things to do exactly when I say to.

Production:

What you did: In production, I created 2D platformer game that went fairly well. In this, I develop a greater understand of GameMaker: Studio and its programming language, GML, The start of the game worked very poorly, as I produced a lot of code based off of the source code of a game I researched, this code followed different coding standards than I was used to, since the programmer must have been an insanely more experienced than me. Since I wasn’t all too sure about the code and functions I used, the game hardly worked to start off. I however quickly overcame this by watching Shaun Spalding’s YouTube tutorial for a platformer. I followed a production list of everything I needed to make, game with its mechanics and everything plus what key decisions did you make There weren’t really many ‘key’ decisions that I made.

Challenges and overcoming them:

The usual challenge that came up for me was setting up mechanics that I’ve never done before, usually I would look up previous work for functions that I could use, or the f1 key in GM: S which brings up a whole help menu that comes with an index that I use to search up functions and aspects of GM: S – This help menu was a vital asset I used for learning various functions but it’s downside came to having to search by the keyword, it could either bring you exactly the function you’re looking for or some random feature of GM: S. I also only used the index in this menu, so in future I should try looking for other things.

End product and audience: I find that my final product is very suitable for my audience, the game and its controls are easy to understand and follow End product and initial idea: My final product ended up very similar to my initial idea, the main differences were that I missed out some of the small ideas and concept that I thought of, they were cut due to running short of time and focusing on more important parts of my game.

Improvements to end product: My production could have been improved by performing more research on relevant software before production began, and tested the new code I wanted to use before production. I did not include audio for this project again, I focus really hard on developing my game and it’s mechanics in class while I spend ages at home creating the pretty visuals, leaving sound as a forgotten aspect. In future, I need to use sounds from royalty free sound sites, quickly go on field trips with my phone to record more sounds, and edit them with Adobe Audition or Audacity.

What to do next time: Next time I make a game, I would have most likely done my research looking at lots of new elements and areas of GM: S (like the tutorials from Shaun Spalding), so hopefully I would have expanded my knowledge greatly which should allow me to both create mechanics I made before even faster and probably better, and create mechanics that are new to me.

Conclusion: What I learnt: From this project, I’ve learned of new documents that are necessary, or just helpful to the project, such as beat charts and Gantt Charts. I’ve also developed some more knowledge for digital art in Adobe Photoshop from friends in lesson which got me into viewing tutorials on YouTube. I also need to stick to YouTube for researching code for the time being, later I will start to look at source codes of other games and develop a stronger understanding of their logic.

Favourite Part: My favourite part was watching people playtest my game especially when it was nearly complete. I believe the game is the most important thing about a project like this because it is the fruit of your labour, still all the production documents and drawings are pretty neat to look at but the game is what people are mainly after. I enjoyed seeing how people were amazed when they saw the trees grow when they walked past them, it’s like magic to them but it’s so simple to me because I made it. -I’m usually very critical of my work, so praise helps me appreciate my effort a little.

Most challenging part of the project: The most challenging was the problems in coding that I discussed earlier.

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solivar · 6 years

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@katschy tagged me to do this and it looks like fun. ^_^

The instructions: Paste a section of your writing into Google Translate. Choose a language, and then translate it back to the original.

I have chosen One Bullet, the piece I wrote for the McHanzo Big Bang Monster Mash because it is relatively short and compact.

“Not t’you. I don’t chat with lackeys.” Jesse set the lantern aside and thumbed it down to its lowest yield, to conserve the charge.

The light slanting down from above dimmed again as something obstructed its passage -- something long and limp, wrapped in a sheet stained with rusty brown spatters, one pale arm dangling out the side, streaked with the same. Whoever was holding it dropped it without ceremony and it fell, landed bonelessly and lay unmoving, as Genji scurried back across the ceiling and out the exit. His unnaturally long-fingered hand came back through, Peacekeeper dangling by the trigger guard on the tip of one talon, and he dropped that down, as well. Jesse waited until the section of ceiling had been set back in place, and whatever they were using to hold it down dragged over top, before he approached. Peacekeeper was undamaged when he checked it and cracked open the cylinder to find one round still loaded. Dread made a cold knot in his belly as he folded back the bloodstained sheet.

“Oh, darlin’.” Jesse whispered and gathered his cooling body close, wrapped the sheet around him for what little warmth it could help offer. “Oh, Hanzo. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m here, darlin’. Save your strength.” He pressed a kiss to Hanzo’s brow, cool and damp with pain-sweat. “I’m callin’ for help.”

“Genji.” Hanzo whispered. “It’s...too late for him, isn’t it?” A soft, ragged breath. “It’s too late for me.”

“You didn’t answer my question.” Hanzo murmured after a few minutes, a few hours, a short and agonizing eternity. “I’m dying, aren’t I?”

Hanzo was silent for a moment. Then, “Liar.”

“Darlin’...” He had to stop, discipline his voice steady. “Hanzo. I --”

“Hanzo --”

“Promise me.”

“I promise. I won’t let it come to that.” Peacekeeper’s grip, beneath his hand, was cold. “Just...hold on a little while longer. Can you do that for me?”

“I will try.” Hanzo rested his face against the curve of his neck and closed his eyes and Jesse pressed his cheek against the sleek length of his night-dark hair, the better to hide his tears.

And now into Scots Gaelic!

Nuair a fhuair Jesse aire, bha e dorcha. Cha b 'e an dorchadas a bha an ìre mhath àbhaisteach agus reusanta a thàinig bho na solais a bhith a' falbh agus a 'ghrian a' dol sìos, mus tigeadh àrdachadh na gealaich no na solais sràide a 'tighinn air adhart. Chan e, bha seo na ìre eadar-dhealaichte de dhorcha gu tur, beairteach agus teann, agus cho tiugh 'sa b' urrainn dha blas a chur air, cha mhòr nach toireadh e a-steach dha na sgamhain le gach anail, cha b 'urrainn dha a bhriseadh idir ged a bha fios aige gu robh a shùilean fosgailte, dè cho fada 's a thug e dhaibh an atharrachadh, eadhon leis an iomagain de na mothachadh a thug am fuil a bha a' ruith anns na freumhan e. A bha a 'ciallachadh, gu pragmatach, gun robh an coven air a ghleidheadh ann an àite sam bith nach robh seòrsa de sholas nàdarra a' dol a-steach - cuid de dh'àiteachan gun uinneagan, agus dh'fhaodadh gum biodh àite domhainn fon talamh. Rinn sin iad nas gèire na an dà chovens mu dheireadh a bha e air a bhith air an cur còmhla, a bha na phian anns an asal nach robh feum aige air an-dràsta.

Gu mì-fhortanach, cha robh na buill-airm aige air falbh. B 'e sin a' bhuaidh mhòr a bha air a bhith air a ghlacadh - ann an cùl na inntinn, chluinneadh e an òraid a bhiodh Reyes air a leigeil às, gun tròcair agus leis na dà bharaillean - agus nach do fhuair e a-riamh e, eadhon nuair a bha na vampires an sàs bha iad cho balbh ri bogsa de luchd-togail. Gun teagamh: thug iad a bhòtannan agus a chòta. Uaireannan eadhon na daoine cliùiteach, an fheadhainn aig an robh eanchainn a rinn an neach-dèanamh agus leigeadh leis a shùilean a bhith a 'cumail cuid mhath dheth, bhiodh iad a' coimhead thairis air an fheadhainn sin, agus mar sin bha e an dùil creideas beag a thoirt dha sin. Cha robh e cho sgiobalta: dh 'fhàg iad a ghàirdean. Gu dearbh, cha robh e cho follaiseach ciamar a dhùisg e e agus ma bha òrdughan aca a chumail beò, cha dèanadh e a-mach às a 'ghualainn, no an t-snaim, an obair sin.

Bha na h-aibhnichean aige a 'bualadh, ach chan ann ann an dòigh a mhol briseadh gin dhiubh, eadhon nuair a ghabh e anail dhomhainn. Bha a cheann a 'bualadh air, ach cha robh e ann an dòigh a bha a' moladh co-fhaireachdainn, gu h-àraid bho nach robh susbaint a stamag a 'feuchainn ri teicheadh. Ciorram leigheas le inbhean vampire, agus airson prìosanach a tha gu sònraichte cunnartach, aig an sin. Cha robh e air a cheangal, dìreach air tuiteam agus a chuir an aghaidh a 'bhalla, a bha garbh, a-mhàin clach le sgeadachadh dubhach, tioram. Bha an làr fo a chasan agus a bhroinn agus a làmhan a 'faireachdainn neo-chòmhnard, greineach - cruaidh cruaidh air carragh, tioram. An èadhar mar an ceudna, tioram agus blàth, a bha ag argamaid an aghaidh mòran fon talamh. Chaidh e gu cùramach mu bhith a 'feuchainn ri fuaim a' chòrr de na gàirdean aige a lorg, agus cha robh e furasta a lorg agus a dh 'ionnsaigh a chasan, gu faiceallach, a' sìneadh gu slaodach ris a làn àirde. Gu fortanach, cha do thachair e ri mullach ìseal a dh 'innseadh dha nach robh e ann an gèam-bìdh a bha air a thionndadh gu co-dhiù, agus bha e meadhanach taingeil.

A 'gluasad gu slaodach, a' cumail aon làimh ris a 'bhalla, thòisich e a' dèanamh cuairt, a 'coimhead airson ceàrn, an ceangal le dà bhalla, agus cha do lorg e gin. Bha an seòmar, a 'chill, ge be dè bhiodh e, cruinn, cha mhòr mar sin. Bha sin a 'tairgsinn beagan mholaidhean leis fhèin. Mus fhaodadh e a bhith a 'dèanamh sgrùdadh orra, thàinig fuaim a chluasan: guthan, casan, a' toirt a-mach clach, a 'fàs mean air mhean.

Agus mise le àite sam bith airson falach. Bha an smuaintean a 'crathadh tro chùl na inntinn nuair a chaidh e sìos air ais far an robh e, a' tuigsinn nach e an aon làrach a bh 'ann, a' faicinn dòigh sam bith gus eadhon a leigeil a-mach air dhòigh eile. Chan e sin gum biodh fios agam nam biodh.

Càileachd fuaim bho - gu h-àrd? Bha, gu cinnteach bho shuas - air atharrachadh, bho cheumannan air clach gu staidhre air fiodh, slighean tana de dhuslach is dirt agus sgrath a 'crìonadh sìos gus a sròin a dhiogadh, agus cha mhòr nach do chuir e stad air a shreap. Rud rudeigin mòr agus dona trom a chaidh a tharraing thairis air uachdar fiodha gun chrìochnachadh, faisg air a chèile, na bùird a 'gluasad agus a' geamhradh fon chuideam. Fuaim meatailt a bha a 'bleith an aghaidh meatailt - slabhraidhean agus glasan a bha e a' smaoineachadh - agus pàirt mhòr de mhullach a 'mhullaich air a thogail suas agus a' gluasad air gach taobh, a 'gabhail a-steach cruth aotrom solais a thug a shùilean truas agus uisge às deidh an dorchadas foirfe agus neo-fhollaiseach, am pian ab 'fheàrr a bh' air a chreidsinn fad an latha.

An uairsin, dìreach airson a bhith a 'sgriosadh e uile, chuir ceann uaine gorm troimh an fosgladh agus mar sin chruthaich sùilean fuilteach le corragan dearg anns an leth-sholas, agus thairg e dha grian beag gun mhàthair le cus fiaclan biorach. "Oh, math! Tha thu dùisg. "

Genji Shimada, dh'fheumadh e aideachadh, rinn e vampire gu math math. Bha e gu math duilich ann an dòigh a rinn a neart iongnadh eadhon ged a bhiodh an astar aige ri bhith air a shùileachadh, rud a thug cothrom dha a bhith ann an sabaid dlùth, gu leòr de dh 'fhuasgladh agus gun do chuir e eòlas air hexenjaeger. A chionn 's gun do leig an neach a thionndaidh e an dà chuid inntinn agus a phearsa, chùm e eadhon a bhith a' còrdadh ris, a 'mhallachd a' toirt na bha e a-riamh a 'dol a-steach dha - mì-mhisneachd, fèin-inntrigidh, comas mòr airson smaoineachadh gun cruelty - agus a 'tionndadh a' dhiailiú suas gu aon-deug air a h-uile uireasbhaidhean a bh 'ann roimhe. Rinn e sgrìobadh tarsainn air a 'mhullach - mullach garbh de bhòilean craoibhe air an sgoltadh, air a cheangal gu dlùth còmhla tro strapan agus croisean-taic - meòirichean agus òrdagan mì-nàdarra fada, gach digit a chaidh a thionndadh ann an cruaidh dhroch agus nuair a chuir e crochadh an sin, thug cuideigin lòchran dha S an Iar- Linneern chumhachd grèine, a bha e a 'smaoineachadh a bha a' dol seachad airson iarannachd am measg an fheadhainn nach robh, agus rug e air nuair a chuir Genji e air a cheann.

"Deagh ghlacadh. Chan eil reflexes a 'fulang ro dhona, tha mi an dòchas? Thug thu gu math buille air a 'chlaigeann. "Leudaich Genji fhèin, casan air an cur air mullach a' mhullach, spioradan domhainn, a 'crochadh gu faiceallach suas sìos an taobh a-mach de ghàirdeanan air falbh, agus dh' aontaich Jesse gu furasta an cuireadh gu droch chorp corporra. "Awww. A bheil thu a 'dol a bhruidhinn? "

"Chan eil thu. Chan eil mi a 'bruidhinn ri lackeys. "Chuir Jesse an lantern a-steach agus chuir e sìos e chun a' toradh as ìsle aige, gus an t-uallach a ghleidheadh.

Bha sùilean Genji a 'flasgadh agus bha a mhisneachadh a' dol an aghaidh a chèile, neo-dhaonna le rage agus fois, ach chuir e stad air a 'bhuaireadh airson barrachd a dhèanamh, a' glanadh aodain ainmhidh fuil air ais. "Fine. Fionn. Bidh thu a 'sgioblachadh dhomh cho luath' sa ghabhas. "Grian fiadhaich a bhiodh air a bhith beairteach mura h-eil airson a 'ghràin a bha na shùilean. "Tha mo mhaighstir ag iarraidh gum bi fios agad gu bheil e gad mholadh - gu dearbh tha e a 'toirt toileachas dha fhèin thu fhèin agus do Òrdugh na Hexenjagd. A thaobh saoghal a tha ag atharrachadh, tha thu air a bhith a 'seasamh gu luath, a' cur bacadh air làraichean eachdraidh, airson a bhith a 'cumail a' chùis anns an asal eadhon gus do sgrios fhèin. Tha e a 'cur luach air an seòrsa ... ceartas. Agus mar sin, tha e a 'tabhann an tiodhlac seo dhut, mar chomharra air a mheas. "

Bha an t-solas a 'dol sìos bho shuas a' dol a-mach a-rithist oir bha rudeigin a 'cur bacadh air an trannsa - rudeigin fada agus sgiobalta, air a cheangal ann an duilleag làn le dòbhrain donn ruadh, aon ghàirdean bàn a' bualadh air an taobh, air a thilgeil leis an aon rud. Ge b 'e neach sam bith a bha ga chumail, thuit e às aonais searmanas agus thuit e, thuit e gu neo-ghlan agus leig e gun ghluasad, mar a ghluais Genji air ais thairis air a' mhullach agus a-mach às an t-slighe. Thill a làmh mì-nàdarrach air a chùl, tro Neach-glèidhidh nan Sìthichean a bha a 'bualadh leis a' ghàidsear-brosnachaidh air beulaibh aon leòmhann, agus thuit e sin sìos cuideachd. Dh'fhuirich Jesse gus an deach an earrann den mhullach a chur air ais air ais, agus dè a bhiodh iad a 'cleachdadh gus a chumail sìos air a tharraing thairis air a' bhàrr mus do dh 'fhaigh e. Cha robh càirdeas-sìthe mì-mhodhail nuair a rinn e sùil air agus chuir e stad air an siolandair gus aon chuairt a lorg a bha fhathast air a luchdachadh. Rinn Dread knot fuar na bhroinn fhad 'sa bha e a' pilleadh air an duilleig falamh.

Bha Hanzo Shimada a 'laighe gu domhainn an aghaidh an atharrachaidh - a' mhallachd a 'cèilidh tro fheòirinn air a dhraoghadh cha mhòr tioram, le pigearan a' ceangal an dà ghàirdeanan ris a 'mhullach, a mhullach agus na sliabh matha. Bha cuideigin air a theanga a bhìdeadh. Agus cha robh mhallachd àbhaisteach aig a sin: bha an dorchadas acrach air a ghlèidheadh air solas cuisleachaidh beatha Hanzo a 'tighinn a-steach na lèirsinn, a tha nas ainneis le droch bhriathran.

"Oh, darlin". Thuirt Jesse agus chruinnich e am buidheann fuarachaidh aige, chuir e an duilleag timcheall air airson na blàths beag a dh'fhaodadh a chuideachadh. "Oh, Hanzo. Tha mi cho duilich."

Bha Hanzo a 'gluasad, a' sguabadh às gu neo-thruailleadh, le fuaim beag pian a 'teicheadh às an amhaich aige. Bha a shùilean, nuair a dh'fhosgail iad, fhathast buidhe, bòidheach soilleir, air an cur ann am broinn. Nuair a bhruidhinn e, bha a ghuth gu math lom, tana le sgìth. "Jesse."

"Tha mi an seo, darlin '. Sàbhail do neart. "Chuir e grèim air pòg do bhròin Hanzo, a 'fionnadh agus a' sileadh pian-allaidh. "Tha mi ag iarraidh" airson cuideachadh. " Cha do ghabh iad a ghàirdean, rud a bha na mhearachd. Dh'fhosgail e na pannalan ruigsinneach le aon-làimh, Hanzo air a chradail anns a 'chamadh, agus chruinnich e an transponder beacon, an telebhisean conaltraidh pulse, agus thòisich iad air an rothaireachd gu làn chumhachd. Bhiodh e a 'draibheadh ceallan cumhachd taobh a-staigh a ghàirdein gu na dregs, ach bhiodh an còrr den phacaid seilg gan lorg, agus tha sinn an dòchas gum bi an vampire a' neadachadh còmhla riutha.

"Genji." Thuirt Hanzo. "Tha e ... ro fhadalach dha, nach e?" An anail bhog, garbh. "Tha e ro fhadalach dhomhsa."

"Air a shon, tha." Chaidh an transponder beacon a ruighinn agus chuir e air adhart e. "Tha e air a thoirt dha fhèin leis a 'mhallachd, air a thoil fhèin. Agus na toir thu dragh dhut fhèin airson sin, oir chan e do chion a tha ann. "

"Is e. Thug mi air falbh e. Chuir mi air falbh e na gàirdean gu practaigeach. Nan robh mi dìreach - "chuir Ìse a-mach air a bhilean agus air fèin-riaghladh le pòg, agus thug e beagan blàths dha, bhuilich e an fhuil air a theanga agus an t-acras a 'tòiseachadh a thoirt a-steach.

"Chan eil uallach ort airson co-dhùnaidhean dumbass a bhràthar." Thuirt Jesse gu cruaidh. "Tha e air fàs gu mòr agus tha e air a roghainn a dhèanamh." Sheall an rèiteachadh conaltraidh an t-uabhas deiseil aige, agus chuir e an gnìomh e. "Tha McCree a 'gluasad bho àite neo-aithnichte,' s dòcha ann an creag, gu dearbh tha kiva sealaichte fo chòmhdach nàdarra taobh a-staigh a 'chlach. Tha càirdeas agamsa - tha mi a 'feumachdainn cursebreaker an seo gu luath, agus uiread de theine mar as urrainn dhut a bhith a' sabaid còmhla. Dèan e dà-luath. Sgaoileadh deireannach. "

Chuir e air falbh e cho luath 'sa dh' fhaodadh e na ceallan cumhachd a ghlèidheadh airson an t-beacon, a 'toirt a ghàirdean suas cho math' s as urrainn dha air an aon ghlùin, a 'cumail Hanzo faisg air a chiste. Bha Hanzo sàmhach, le bhith a 'toirt a chomhairle no ro fhaisg air argamaid a bharrachd, le corragan geur air a chuartachadh na lèine aige. Chunnaic Jesse a h-uile anail a 'slaodadh, a h-uile gàire, buille cridhe a bha a' fàilligeadh, dhiùlt e sùil a thoirt air a 'mhallachd fhad' sa bha e ag ithe beatha a leannain, a 'sabaid airson ciùin, mothachail gu sàbhailte air Neach-glèidhidh Sìth aig a thaobh, aon bhall sa shiorcadair.

"Cha do fhreagair thu mo cheist." Chaidh Hanzo a mhurt an dèidh beagan mhionaidean, beagan uairean a thìde, geàrr-ùine agus geur-leanmhainn. "Tha mi a 'bàsachadh, nach eil mi?"

Chan e, darlin, chan eil thu ag atharrachadh. Tha thu marbh mu thràth, chan eil an t-anam dìreach eòlach air. Ach cha robh comhfhurtachd anns an fhìrinn sin agus mar sin chum e glaiste na chridhe fhèin. "Chan eil. Chan ann ma gheibh an cursebreaker an seo. Tha ùine ann fhathast. "

Bha Hanzo sàmhach airson mionaid. An uairsin, "Liar." "Darlin" ... "Dh'fheumadh e stad, smachd a chumail air a ghuth gu cunbhalach. "Hanzo. I - "

"Chan eil mi airson a bhith mar aon de na rudan gun chridhe, gun anam." Bha na h-innealan Hanzo, a bha mu thràth nas giorra na bha iad air a bhith ann roimhe, ach nach robh gu leòr fhathast, air an cladhach na bhroilleach. "Geall dhomh nach leig thu le sin tachairt."

"Hanzo -"

"Geall dhomh."

"Tha mi a 'gealltainn. Cha leig mi leam tighinn gu sin. "Bha fuasgladh pàighidh-sìthe, fo a làimh, fuar. "Smaoinich ... greim air greis bheag nas fhaide. An urrainn dhut sin a dhèanamh dhòmhsa? "

"Feuchaidh mi." Shuidh Hanzo aodann an aghaidh lùb a mhuineal agus dhùin e a shùilean agus chuir e cuideam air a ghruaim an aghaidh a chuid falt dorcha oidhche, na b 'fheàrr a dh' fhiach a dheòir.

And now back to English!

When Jesse got out, he was dark. The most normal and reasonable darkness that came from the sunlight and the sun was going down, before the rising moonlight or street lights would not come. No, this was a very different degree of dark, tough and tough, and as thick as it could taste, it almost did not bring it into the lungs with each breath, it was not He could not break it even though he knew that his eyes were open, how long he gave them the change, even with the worry of the awareness that the blood that ran in his roots. Which meant, pragmatic, that the coven was stored in any place that was not a type of natural light entering - some places without windows, and it could be deep deep ground. They made them closer than the last two covens he had been put together, who was a pain in the donkey he did not need at the moment.

Unfortunately, his weapons did not go away. That was the great impact that had been caught - in the back of the mind, he would hear the lecture that Reyes would have been discharged, mercifully and with the two barrels - Ever, even when the vampires were involved they were dumb with a box of builders. Of course: they gave their boots and coats. Sometimes even the distinguished people, those who had the brain made by the maker and allowed his eyes to keep a good part of it, they would look over those, so he was expecting give little credit to that. He was not as tough: they left his arm. Indeed, it was not so obvious how he woke up and if they had to keep their orders alive, he would not do it out of the shoulder, or the knit, that work.

His rivers were hitting, but not in a way that suggested the breach of any of them, even when he had a deep breath. His head was affecting him, but he was not in a way that praised sympathy, especially as the content of his stomach was not trying to escape. Treatment disability with vampire standards, and for a particularly dangerous prisoner, there. It was not tied, just dropped and opposed to the wall, which was rough, only a stone with a dirty, dry decoration. The floor was beneath his legs and inwards and his hands felt uneven, stiff - stiff, hard on a stone, dry. The air was the same, dry and warm, which argued against much underground. He went carefully to try to find the sound of the rest of his arm, and it was not easy to find and to his feet, carefully, stretching slowly to its height. Fortunately, he did not meet a low roof to tell him he was not in a game that was turned into at least, and he was fairly grateful.

Moving slowly, holding one side to the wall, he started making a trip, looking for an angle, the two-wall connection, and did not find any. The room, the chill, whatever it would be, round, almost like that. That offered some suggestions by itself. Before he could scrutinize them, the sound of his ears came: voices, legs, making stones, gradual growth.

And I'm with anywhere to hide. Their thoughts were shaking through the back of the mind when he went back where he knew, not being the only site, seeing any way to even let it out other. That's not that I would know if.

Audio quality from - above? It was, certainly, from above - changed, from steps on stone to stairs on wood, thin troughs of dust and dirt and turf declining to slow down its nose, and almost stopping it up . Something big and bad that was pulled over a wooden surface without closing, close to each other, moving the boards and wintering under the pressure. Metal melting metal metal - chains and locks he thought - and a large part of the roof roof built up and moving on both sides, including light light shape His eyes filled with pity and water after the perfect and unfolding darkness, the best pain he had pity on all day.

Then, just for destroying it all, he placed a green head in the open and thus created bloody eyes with red ankles in the half-light, and offered him a little sunless mother with too much sharp teeth. "Oh, good! You're awake."

Genji Shimada, he had to admit, he made a vampire well. It was very difficult in a way that even made his mind astonished even if his pace was to be expected, which allowed him to be in close combat, enough to solve and experience on hexenjaeger. As the person who turned both mental and personality, he even stopped to enjoy it, the curse gives him what he ever went into - insanity, self-induction, great ability to think without cruelty - and turning the dial up to eleven on all previous weaknesses. He screwed across the summit - a rugged surface of cracked tree voices, tied closely through straps and crosses - long-haired muscles and fingers, each digit converted in a harsh and when he hung up there, someone gave a torch to the South American power of solar power, which he thought was passing for irregularity among those who were not, and caught up when Genji put him on his head.

"Rejoice. No reflexes are suffering too bad, I hope you've struck the skull." Genji expanded, feet placed on top of the roof, deep spirits, hanging to carefully down the arms out, and Jesse easily agreed to the invitation to a bad body corporate. "Awww. Are you going to talk?"

"You are not. I'm not talking to lackeys." Jesse put the lantern in and put it down to his lowest result, to maintain her responsibility.

Genji's eyes were depressing and motivated against each other, unhealthy with anger and silence, but he stopped the distress to do more, cleaning blood adhesives of blood. "Fine. Fionn. You'll tidy me as soon as possible." A wild gray that would have been rich if it was not for the grain that was in his eyes. "My master wants you to know that he is praising you - in fact he enjoys himself and the Hexenjagd Order. In terms of a changing world, you have been standing fast, hindering historical sites, for keeping the case in the ass even to destroy yourself. He values the kind ... justice. And so he offers the This gift to you, in recognition of it. "

The light dropped from above was going out again because something was blocking the passage - something long and tidy, tied in a full page with red brown otters, one arm white hitting the side, thrown by the same. Whosoever kept him, he fell without a ceremony and fell, he fell to an untidy and let it move without moving, as Genji moved back over the top and out of the the way. Her unnatural hand left her back, through the Keeper of the Fairies that was hit by the excitement in front of one lion, and fell down too. Jesse stayed until the section of the roof was restored back, and what they used to keep it down was pulled over the crops before it was left. A fairy-haired friendship was not rude when he looked at him and stopped the cylinder to find one round that was still loaded. Dread made a cold knot inside while he was returning on the blank page.

Hanzo was moving, sweeping into unprotected, with a little sound of pain escaping from his throat. His eyes, when they opened, were still yellow, beautiful, clear, put inside. When he spoke, his voice was very bare, tana tired. "Jesse."

"I'm here, darlin." Save your strength. "He pushed his pity for Hanzo, the furry and furrowing pity. "I want" to help. " They did not take his arm, which was a mistake. It opened into one handy accessible panels, Hanzo on the cradle in the shadow, and collected the beacon transponder, the pulse communication television, and started riding to full power. He would drive power cells inside his arm to the dregs, but the rest of the hunting pack would be found, and we hope the vampire will nest with them.

"Genji." Hanzo said. "It's ... too late for me, is not it?" The soft, rough breath. "It's too late for me."

"For it, yes." The transponder was reaching a beacon and put it on. "He is given himself with the curse, on his will. And do not worry yourself for that, because it's not an offense."

"Yes. I took it away. I practically removed his arm. If I was just -" Issue went out on his lips and devolution with a kiss, and gave him some warmth, he gave The blood on his tongue and hunger begins to introduce.

"You do not worry about your brother's dumbass decisions." Jesse said hard. "It has grown considerably and has made its choice." The communication arrangement showed a great deal of preparation, and implemented it. "McCree moves from an unidentified place, possibly in a rock, in fact kiva is sealed under a natural cover inside the stone. I have a relationship - I need a cursebreaker here quickly, and so much of fire as you can fight together. Do it twice-time. Final distribution. "

He removed him as soon as he could preserve the power cells for the beacon, bringing his arm up as much as he could on the same guy, holding Hanzo near his coffin. Hanzo was silent, giving his advice or too close to an extra argument, with sharp fingers circulated on his shirt. Jesse saw every haunted breath, every laughter, the heartbeat of the failing, refused to look at the curse while eating the life of his sweetheart, fighting for calm , safely aware of the Sìth Keeper, one member of the cylinder.

"You did not answer my query." Hanzo was murdered after a few minutes, a few hours, short-term and persecution. "I'm dying, is not it?"

No, darlin, you're not changing. You are already dead, the soul is not only familiar. But there was no comfort in that fact and so he kept a lock in his heart. "No, no, if the cursebreaker gets here. There's still a time."

Hanzo was quiet for a minute. Then, "Liar." "Darlin" ... "He had to stop, control his voice regularly." Hanzo. I - "

"I do not want to be one of the things without heart, without soul." The Hanzo tools, which were already shorter than they had existed, but were not enough, were excavated. "Make sure you do not let that happen."

"Hanzo -"

"Bless me."

"I'm promising. I do not let me come to that." There was a peace payment solution, under his hand, cold. "Imagine ... grab a little bit longer. Can you do that for me?"

"I'll try." Hanzo sat face against his neck loop and closed his eyes and stressed his sadness against his dark dark night, better his teeth worth.

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