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manygalaxiesinone · 5 months

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Disgaea 7 DLC Episode: Persona 2

((Fair warning before reading. OP has only played Innocent Sin and only recalls some major details about Eternal Punishment after watching a playthrough on Youtube.))

Part 1: Jun, the Former Joker

Pirilika: "Ahh, nothing like a refreshing bottle of water after a walk, right Fuji?"

Fuji: "We've only been casually walking around for an hour. Unless if it's hot as hell, I don't think this enough for a water break."

Pirilika: "True, but I don't think there many benches in this area to sit down in. Might as well take advantage now while we can."

Fuji: "You can go ahead, I guess. I've endured way too much for this to be an issue for me."

Pirilika: "Well, suit yourself Fu-"

Golden flowered gentleman: "Pardon me, but would you happen to be miss Pirilika?"

Fuji: "Hmm? What's it to you?"

Jun: "My name is Jun Kurosu. My friend sent me to find the CEO of Tempura. We have an event scheduled for her today."

Pirilika: "An event with me? Wait a minute... HOLD ON?! YOU'RE WITH THEM?!!"

Fuji: "The hell's wrong with you, Piriko?"

Jun: "Oh, so you're miss Pirilika? Please come with me. I promise I shall escort you safe-"

Pirilika: "Fuji, we need to get out of here, right now!"

Fuji: "Can someone fill me in on what's going on here?! Are we under attack?!"

Jun: "She didn't tell you? We have an in-"

Pirilika: "There's no time! We need to hurry back to the ship!"

Jun: "Is everything alright? If you're worried about not having the right flower with you, then I can help find one on the way to-"

Pirilika: "I'm sorry, but please stay back, or else I'll use my stun bomb to paralyze ya!"

Part 2: Tatsuya, the Sinful Flame

Fuji: "I don't know what's gotten into Piriko, but I'm liking this aggressive side of ya. Didn't think you had it in ya to actually stun him."

Pirilika: "I said sorry multiple times and I promise to unstun him later, but right now we need to get back to the ship."

Fuji: "You said he was with "them"? I take it a group of mercenaries are hunting you down?"

Pirilika: "Not exactly, but I'll tell you once we get to the shi-"

Sounds of a motorcycle engine can be heard from a distance.

Fuji: "You hear that?"

Pirilika: "Sounds like a motorcycle."

Fuji: "You serious? Who the hell would ride a motorcycle in this ar-"

A young man suddenly speeds up to the two of them on his motorcycle and jumps over them to the other side and stops, making sure Jun doesn't slip off while paralyzed.

Fuji: "You sure we're not dealing with mercenaries here?"

Pirilika: "Well... specifically might be a mercenary."

Red Haired boy: "Alright, which one of you did that to Jun?"

Pirilika: "So you are his friend. I'm sorry, but I'm in a hurry. If you give us a minute, I'll come back peacefully and heal him."

Red Haired boy: "No. I'm going to need you to heal him now, or things are going to get ugly."

Pirilika: "Eep! I'm warning you, if you attack me now, this is only going lag things on even longer!"

Fuji: "You mean "drag" things on, Piriko."

Red Haired Boy: "Maya told me not to use force, but I can't let what just happened slide. Come quietly or else."

Pirilika: "Uhh... Fuji?"

Fuji: "Should have known that aggression wouldn't last long. That's fine. Just means it's my turn to start doing my worst!"

Red Haired Boy: "You must be having some bad luck having me as your opponent. Come, Apollo."

Part 3: Maya, the coolest Big Sis

Fuji continues clashing swords with the Red Haired Boy.

Fuji: "Hell yeah! This is what I'm talking about! To hell with walks. A good fight like this is what REALLY gets the blood pumping!"

Red Haired Boy: "If you think this is just a workout, then I have to kick it up a notch."

Fuji: "Is that supposed to scare me?"

Red Haired Boy: "I'd be disappointed if it did."

Fuji: "I'm starting to like ya a little. Shame I have to cut you down before you can kidnap Piriko."

Red Haired Boy: "Kidnap? We need her alive, but we're not capturing her."

Fuji: "Oh, you probably should've said that earlier."

Red Haired Boy: "Why?"

Fuji: "Because she took off while we were fighting each other."

Red Haired Boy: "Wha?" Notices Pirilika is no longer here. "DAMMIT!!!"

-later...-

Pirilika: "Okay... almost there. All I have to do is get changed and I'll be ready. I feel bad for leaving Fuji behind, but I know he'd want me to pull through with this! Sacrificing himself for the greater good! He really is a true warrior... still, I should make it up to him later..."

Upbeat woman: "Oh there you are, Pirilika! I managed to find you in time!"

Pirilika: "Hmm?" Turns around. "Oh no... not now. Not when I'm so close!"

Upbeat woman: Approaches Pirilika "I was starting to get worried you wouldn't show up. You didn't get lost, did you?"

Pirilika: "H-Hi... you must be Miss Maya. It's very nice to meet you, but could you please give me one moment?"

Upbeat woman: "Sure. Is everything alright?"

Pirilika: "Yeah! I just need to take care of something right quick."

Upbeat woman: "Okay. I can wait for a little bit."

Pirilika: "Thank you for understanding."

Upbeat woman: "Before you leave though, have you seen Jun and Tatsuya? I sent them to look for you and they haven't come back yet."

Pirilika: "Oh, they're fine. They're actually not too far away from here. Now, if you'll excuse me." Slips away.

Tatsuya: "Maya!" Drives up to her and stops a few feet away. "Have you seen her yet?"

Maya: "Yeah, she just went to her ship for something. Wait, what happened to Jun? Is he alright?"

Fuji: "Ha. Guess you guys were too slow after all." Walks up to the two of them.

Maya: "Um... hi. Tatsuya, who's this?"

Tatsuya: "Pirilika's bodyguard apparently. I've been fighting him for the past while, after he stunned Jun."

Fuji: "Hey, that kid's paying top dollar, so I gotta put in my worst effort."

Maya: "Really? He must be strong if he's giving you two a run for your money. I'm not sure why you're fighting, but since we got time, think you can let Big Sis get a turn?"

Fuji: "Big Sis???"

Tatsuya: "Long story."

Fuji: "Well, if it's a fight you want lady, I'm more than happy to provide!"

-After the battle...-

Maya: "You're right, he is strong. It makes me want to give you an interview too."

Fuji: "Interview???"

Maya: "Yeah, that's why we're here. Did Pirilika not tell you? I'm Maya Amano, a writer for the hit teen magazine, COOLEST. We arranged a special interview today with the Pirilika, the CEO of one of the Netherworld's fashion industry giants!"

Fuji: "You mean all this damn time, Piriko's been trying to rush to the ship just to get ready for some interview?!"

Tatsuya: "That's what Jun was trying to tell you before you stunned him."

Fuji: "You DO know that it was Piriko herself who stunned him, right?"

Pirilika: Walks out. "Ah, my hair's all done and I'm in an outfit that's not drenched in sweat. I'm ready for the interview, Ms Maya!"

Fuji: "PIRIKO!!!"

Pirilika: "Oh, hi Fuji. Glad you caught up. Why do you look so mad though?"

Fuji: "I'M PISSED OFF!!! WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY THERE WAS AN INTERVIEW?!! IF YOU WEREN'T READY, YOU SHOULD'VE RESCHEDULED AND SAVED US A LOT OF TROUBLE, IDIOT!!!"

Pirilika: "I'm sorry! I forgot what day it was and I was too embarrassed of how messy I looked! Besides, do you know how hard it is to schedule an interview right now with us traveling across Hinomoto to look for the founding weapons?!"

Maya: "I'm not sure why you would be embarrassed... It's not like we're filming the interview. And I would understand if you need to reschedule. All you had to do was call."

Pirilika: "I'm really sorry. Let me make it up to you. For starters, by healing your friend." Heals Jun

Jun: "Ngnnn..."

Tatsuya: "You okay, Jun?"

Jun: "I'm fine. I can finally move again... A bit of a shame though. I was enjoying our time together on your motorcycle."

Tatsuya: "If you wanted to ride together, all you had to do was ask. No need to get yourself paralyzed for it."

Jun: "Is that so, Tatsuya? I'll be sure to keep that in mind for next time when I see you tinkering in the garage."

Tatsuya: "Not gonna happen if you don't wear a helmet though. Don't want you cracking your skull."

Jun: "But you rarely wear a helmet."

Tatsuya: "Your life's more valuable."

Maya: "Tatsuya, what have I told you about thinking positive?"

Tatsuya: "..."

Fuji: "I feel like I'm gonna hurl from all this fluff."

Pirilika: "Don't be like that, Fuji. Isn't it nice to see them get along so well together?"

Fuji: "You KNOW this stuff triggers my allergies, Piriko!"

Pirilika: "Anyway, if you like, you're all free to come with us as we travel across Hinomoto. Think of it as another form of apology for all the trouble we caused."

Fuji: "The hell do you mean, "we"?!"

Maya: "Well, I did put in time to stay quite a while in Hinomoto just in case."

Jun: "I can already imagine all the different flowers we get to see across the land. This is turning out to be quite a fortunate trip."

Tatsuya: "As long as there's room for my bike, I got no problems staying."

Pirilika: "Trust me, there's LOTs of room on this ship!"

Fuji: "Yeah, but make sure your room is far away from mine. I don't want to wake up to the sound of an engine every morning."

#disgaea 7 #persona 2 #persona 2 innocent sin #fuji #pirilika #tatsuya suou #maya amano #jun kurosu

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apoemaday · 4 months

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A Brave and Startling Truth

by Maya Angelou

We, this people, on a small and lonely planet Traveling through casual space Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns To a destination where all signs tell us It is possible and imperative that we learn A brave and startling truth And when we come to it To the day of peacemaking When we release our fingers From fists of hostility And allow the pure air to cool our palms When we come to it When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean When battlefields and coliseum No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters Up with the bruised and bloody grass To lie in identical plots in foreign soil When the rapacious storming of the churches The screaming racket in the temples have ceased When the pennants are waving gaily When the banners of the world tremble Stoutly in the good, clean breeze When we come to it When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders And children dress their dolls in flags of truce When land mines of death have been removed And the aged can walk into evenings of peace When religious ritual is not perfumed By the incense of burning flesh And childhood dreams are not kicked awake By nightmares of abuse When we come to it Then we will confess that not the Pyramids With their stones set in mysterious perfection Nor the Gardens of Babylon Hanging as eternal beauty In our collective memory Not the Grand Canyon Kindled into delicious color By Western sunsets Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji Stretching to the Rising Sun Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor, Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores These are not the only wonders of the world When we come to it We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace We, this people on this mote of matter In whose mouths abide cankerous words Which challenge our very existence Yet out of those same mouths Come songs of such exquisite sweetness That the heart falters in its labor And the body is quieted into awe We, this people, on this small and drifting planet Whose hands can strike with such abandon That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness That the haughty neck is happy to bow And the proud back is glad to bend Out of such chaos, of such contradiction We learn that we are neither devils nor divines When we come to it We, this people, on this wayward, floating body Created on this earth, of this earth Have the power to fashion for this earth A climate where every man and every woman Can live freely without sanctimonious piety Without crippling fear When we come to it We must confess that we are the possible We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world That is when, and only when We come to it.

#poetry #maya angelou #a brave and startling truth

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polkadotmotmot · 5 months

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Maya Fuji - Buddy, 2023

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o-craven-canto · 5 months

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How many different sounds -- reasonably distinguishable by human speakers and listener -- can a language have?

Looking at the table of the International Phonetic Alphabet, consonants are mainly distinguished by place and manner of articulation, which is to say the part of the mouth where the airflow is restricted to produce sound and how that restriction occurs.

The most restrictive consonants are called stops or plosives, which stop the airflow altogether and release it with a burst. The IPA table divides them into seven places of articulation: bilabial (p & b), coronal (t & d), retroflex (ʈ & ɖ, like t & d, but with your tongue curling backward in the mouth, common in Indian languages), palatal (c & ɟ, roughly like ky and gy), velar (k & g), uvular (q & ɢ, similar to k & g but pronounced further back in the mouth), and glottal (ʔ, the Bri'ish glo'al stop) (there is also an epiglottal stop ʡ which I really don't understand). Sometimes you also see labiodental stops (p̪, b̪) pronounced by touching lower lip and upper teeth, like the first sound in the German Pferd. The coronal t & d can be divided in dental, alveolar, and postalveolar, depending on where exactly the tip of your tongue touches your teeth, but distinguishing those is not common. (Though Dahalo distinguishes laminal and apical t & d, so produced with the blade vs. the tip of your tongue). Oh, and there's the labiovelar stops (k͡p, ɡ͡b) of African languages such as Igbo and Yoruba, which actually combines two places into one; and the linguolabial stops made by touching your tongue against your upper lip (t̼, d̼).

The stops in each of these places, except for the glottal, can also be articulated in different ways. The "basic" way is called voiceless (p t k). Then there is voiced articulation, in which your vocal chords vibrate to make the sound slightly more sonorous (b d g). Then they can be aspirated (pʰ tʰ kʰ, compare "t" in "top" vs. "stop": the first is released with a slight puff of air). They can also be both voiced and aspirated at the same time (bʱ dʱ gʱ, like in the original pronunciation of Buddha). Then there are ejectives (pʼ tʼ kʼ, like in Maya), when air is ejected from the mouth without passing through the throat at all, and implosives (ɓ ɗ ɠ, like in Vietnamese), where air goes the other way creating a "gulping" sound. There's such a thing as "nasal" and "lateral release" of stops, but from what I find they are not treated as distinct sounds from the standard form.

So using only stops gives us 10 places (bilabial, labiodental, linguolabial, laminal dental, apical dental, retroflex, palatal, velar, uvular, labiovelar) x 6 (voiceless, voiced, aspirated, voiced + aspirated, ejective, implosive) + 2 (glottal & epiglottal stops) = 62 distinct consonantal sounds. Good start.

The second-most restrictive manner of articulation is that of nasals, which close the mouth completely and redirect air through the nasal passage. The places of articulation are largely the same: bilabial (m), labiodental (ɱ, the "m" in "amphor"), linguolabial (n̼), coronal (n), retroflex (ɳ, like n but curling the tongue backward), palatal (ɲ, like "ni" in "onion" or Spanish ñ), velar (ŋ, like "ng" in "sing"), uvular (ɴ, the "n" in Japanese san), and the co-articulated labial-velar ŋ͡m (like m and ng at the same time). They can be both voiced and voiceless, even though the latter are rare. That makes for 10x2 = 20 nasal consonants.

Then come fricatives, which make hissing or buzzing sounds. Again similar places: bilabial (ɸ β, pronounced with lips almost touching, e.g. the first sound of Japanese Fuji), labiodental (f v), dental (θ ð, the "th" of "thigh" and "thy") linguolabial (θ̼ ð̼, see earlier), alveolar (s z), postalveolar (ʃ ʒ, like the central sounds of "fission" and "vision"), palato-alveolar (ɕ ʑ, like ʃ ʒ but with the tongue pushing forward), retroflex (ʂ ʐ, like ʃ ʒ but with the tongue curling backward), palatal (ç ʝ, the first like the "h" in "hue"), velar (x ɣ, the first like the "ch" in Bach), uvular (χ ʁ, like the previous but further back in the throat), epiglottal (ħ ʕ, don't ask), and glottal (h ɦ). Each of these can, again, be voiceless, voiced, or (except the last two) ejective. There is also a mysterious "palatal-velar" ɧ that seems to exist only in Swedish. I'm counting 11x3 + 2x2 + 1 = 38 fricative sounds.

Actually, there is a second row of lateral fricatives, in which air passses by the sides of the tongue. The most common is coronal (ɬ ɮ, like "ll" in Welsh), but there's also retroflex (ꞎ), palatal (ʎ̝), and velar (ʟ̝). All voiced or voiceless, so 8 more fricatives for a total of 46.

Approximants are yet looser. We got labiodental ʋ (the Hindi pronunciation of "v", kinda halfway between English v and w), coronal ɹ (a common English pronunciation of "r"), retroflex ɻ, palatal j ("y" in "year"), velar ɰ (an extremely soft sound, sometimes "g" between vowels in Spanish), and glottal ʔ̞, which I'm not counting because I think it's the same as a vowel modification we'll get to later. Oh, and then labiovelars (voiced w as in "wealth" and voiceless ʍ as in "whale") and labial-palatal ɥ (as "u" in French nuit). I think they could all be voiced and voiceless, so that's 7x2 = 14 approximants.

But approximants can be lateral too, with what you could call the "L series": coronal l (and its velarized counterpart ɫ as in "lull"), retroflex , ɭ, palatal ʎ (as "gl" in Italian), velar ʟ (as "l" in "alga"), and uvular ʟ̠. So thats 5x2 = 10 more to make 24.

Then taps or flaps. I'm not familiar with these, except that the coronal flap ɾ is how Spanish -r- and American English -tt- may sound between vowels. Then there's bilabial ⱱ̟, labiodental ⱱ, linguolabial ɾ̼, retroflex ɽ, uvular ɢ̆, and epiglottal ʡ̆. Adding the voiceless and lateral (and both) versions recorded in the chart, I get to 15 taps.

Finally there's trills. We get bilabial ʙ (a kind of raspberry sound), coronal r (the "rolled r"), retroflex ɽr (?), uvular ʀ (French "r"), and epiglottal ʜ & ʢ (which are sometimes among fricatives). Add unvoiced for all, and we get 5x2 = 10 trills.

No, wait. There's affricates too, which are really stops + fricatives (including lateral) of the same place of articulation. Each affricate can also be voiced vs. voiceless (except the glottal) and aspirated vs. not (except the epiglottal), so I believe that makes 15x4 + 2 + 1 = 63 affricates.

No, wait. There's still the clicks. They may be used only in languages from Southern Africa, but that's no excuse not to count them. I don't understand them perfectly, but the basic types seem to be bilabial ʘ (basically lip-smacking), dental ǀ (tsk), alveolar ǃ (like doing a clopping sound with your tongue), palatal ǂ, retroflex ‼ (don't ask me about these), and lateral ǁ (a clicking sound with the side of the tongue). Each of them can be voiceless or voiced, aspirated or not, nasalized or glottalized or have 6 types of pulmonic countour or 5 types of ejective contour, plus a preglottalized nasal type and an egressive only for the labial click (please don't ask me). I believe that makes for... 6 x ((4x3) + 6 + 5 + 1) + 1 = 145 potential click sounds, and some Khoisan languages go pretty close to using them all.

That's not quite all -- I haven't counted nasalization or glottalization of most types of consonants, for example, but by my count we have put together 62 stops + 20 nasals + 46 fricatives + 24 approximants + 15 taps + 10 trills + 63 affricates + 145 clicks = 385 distinct consonants sounds.

To be continued with the vowels.

#language #languages #phonology #numbers #ruminations

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jareckiworld · 6 months

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Maya Fuji — When the Two Tailed Cat Crosses Your Path (acrylic and airbrush on wood panel, 2022)

#Maya Fuji #japanese art #american art #feminist art

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mail-me-a-snail · 4 months

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oc interview: ✨✨vance✨✨

thank you to @swearingcactus AND @glitchinginthegarden AND!! @v-eats-bugs for tagging me !! finally got to sit down and answer this :3

let's hit it !

🧡 Name?

"Just call me V."

his first chosen name was penn, but he started going by vance after his medical transition. he doesn't give it out freely bc that was the name arasaka knew him by; he doesn't mention his surname, either, bc it's a pretty prominent one with much of its members still working for the megacorp in question.

🧡 Nickname?

"...Well, last I checked, 's still V."

apart from "mano" from jackie, vance doesn't have much in terms of nicknames. his old netrunning handle was N3tH0und (net hound); it's a retired username that's been largely scrubbed from the net, but sometimes he signs his major hacks with it just to fuck with people. it's a ghost's name, and it's fun to haunt the net only when he knows for certain that it can't be traced back to him.

🧡 Gender?

"Guy! Never been asked that outright before."

🧡 Star sign?

"'s not my scene--can't say I know much about it--but Misty's got me down as a Cancer, whatever that means. Says that's probably why I'm, er, so 'intuitive', as she called it. You ask me, that's just the merc work--bein' able to read a room, that is."

i first drew vance on july 7, 2023, so i consider that his birthday. like vance, i have no idea how being a cancer applies to him, but google says cancers are loyal, domestically inclined, and committed to their loved ones, so that sounds about right!

🧡 Height?

"Six flat. Johnny's pretty sure I'm taller than 'im...but he's slouchin' all the time, so don't think he's got a say in it."

🧡 Orientation?

"Usually go for other guys. But I guess the definition of that is pretty loose these days, 'specially in NC, huh. The hell does it matter to me if you've got certain...parts. If you're a guy, you're a guy, and if you're down, I'm down, y'know?"

vance is a gay man with a preference for masculine-identifying individuals. like he said, if you identify as a "guy" in any form, then that's good enough for him. he's not one to talk about having "appropriate" parts, and he thinks it's dumb that they're gendered in the first place. he's not usually looking for anything serious and he's more than okay with just being an input and having one as well.

🧡 Nationality/ethnicity?

"Nay's Indian. Tay's Filipino. Ya ask anyone, I look more like my mom."

nanay and tatay are the filipino words for mother and father, respectively. vance has a very limited grasp of either language but he at least knows that much from his dad's mother tongue.

🧡 Favorite fruit?

"Oh, man, 's been a while--this one time when I was growin' up, think I was ten or eleven, 'Saka sent Dad a basket of 'ganic fruit. For his 50 years o' service, I think it was. Anyway, had my first apple then. What I wouldn't fuckin' give for one right now."

he likes fuji apples the best :3

🧡 Favorite season?

"Gotta be winter. I got to go a lot of places back in '65--Europe, mostly--an' most of them were snowy. Loved seein' my breath fog up. You don't get that here. You get hot rains and the pavement steamin'--guess it's pretty, in its way, with all the city's neon shinin' through the rain.

"But it ain't a real winter without snow."

🧡 Favorite flower?

"If ya hike it out to the Badlands in the summer, you'll find these little white flowers blooming on the cacti; Net says they're called Saguaro blooms. I like their...tenacity, I 'spose."

"But if I had to give ya a traditional answer...blue hydrangeas. Maya--she used to grow 'em in her apartment, still don't know how she did it--she gave me some blooms for my birthday back in '70. A welcome home kinda thing. Don't got her green thumb, so they died a week later...but they were real pretty. Somethin' to look forward to comin' home to."

🧡 Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?

"Coffee--can't say it works for me, though."

he likes all three and refuses to drink his coffee black. he will put so much milk and creamer in that cup that it might as well be a dessert. johnny is disgusted (affectionate).

🧡 Average hours of sleep?

"...Hours, plural?"

vance is a champ at power naps and between the relic and an insomnia left over from his arasaka days, he doesn't get to bed much. if you do somehow get him into bed by morning, however, be prepared to not see him until near-evening the next day.

🧡 Dog or cat person?

note: those 10,000 photos are just the ones he has on his phone; do not look at the cloud where his kiroshi photos are stored.

🧡 Dream trip?

"...Was actually, erm, thinkin' of--well, when we get all this shit sorted out--I was thinkin'...might bring Johnny somewhere colder. Somewhere with snow. Said he hasn't seen snow before, so, I-unno, thought he might like it out there."

please take this time to imagine johnny in his android body nuzzled up to vance in the snow, red-faced and, for the first time in a long time, in awe. they're going to have hot chocolate later in some cabin vance rented out for the season--but right now, they're watching their shared breath cloud together in the air, simpatico even in this.

🧡 Favorite fictional character?

"Oh, oh--there's this real old holovid I used to loop when I was fifteen. 's fucked how they got most of it right. Anyhow, Rick Deckard. I used to think he was so damn cool."

deckard, with his big-collared jacket and general gruffness, was definitely one of vance's transition goals. that, and he watched br2049 right after--with how deckard was treating K, vance started projecting Really Fucking Heavily on K. like wow! you're a total killing machine with a father who just might love you. that's crazay man. could not be me

🧡 Number of blankets you sleep with?

"Run pretty warm as it is already, so just the one. Like the...texture of it, as it were. The weight o' it."

get this man a weighted blanket please god. i think it would fix him. alternatively, just lay on top of him and he'll be happy.

🧡 Random fact?

"I used to klep a lotta shit when I was a kid. Wires, chips, motherboards--mostly tech, really, from the vendin' machines and bus stops 'round the city. Sold 'em for a pretty eddie down in Heywood; got no buyers in the Hill, not when we could all afford the tech those Heywood kids were tryin' to kitbash together in the first place. Don't really know why I did it.

"To strike out, maybe? Maybe I liked the challenge. There's somethin' about makin' a machine give its own parts to you; get a vending machine to dispense its motherboard, a bus stop sign its LED, and ya feel like ya can make anythin' bend to your will."

thank you again for the tags!! this was a lot of fun to do :3

tagging @netripper , @knuckle-cluster, @matapang-coffee, and

@nakitengoku AND whoever else would like to do this! no pressure to do so ofc!!

if u ever dont want to be tagged in these kinds of posts, just lmk!

#cyberpunk 2077 #cbp2077 #cp2077 #cp77 #male v #digital art #doodle #mine #my art #vance #WHOOWEE this was a long one but i had a lot of fun doing it #hes so dead wife core here tbh

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sketchfanda · 4 months

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Kirishima's Mystique:Predator and Prey

Somewhere within the deep woods of the forest around Mount Fuji, it was clear blue skies and high temperatures this fine summer. For Kirishima, after exams and a well earned break, he knew he’d love to right about now be on a beach with Mina and Maya or just hanging out around them in general. But instead of being skin on skin intimate with his alien queen and shapeshifting lady of the waves, he was here in the closest equivalent Japan had to a jungle, the sun baring down as he found himself in a literal life or death struggle. It’d seemed some simple enough,the JSDF had been around here conducting training exercises and for reasons unknown, one of the platoons had gone missing, presumed captured.

Of course he was passing by when he overheard the situation and stepped up, volunteering to go find and rescue the band of soldiers. That’d been several hours ago, the noon day sun hanging high above as the Red riot hero rested against a tree trunk while catching his breath. So far there had been no sign of the platoon and he had the sneaking suspicion that whatever got them was up to something. As if whoever or whatever was around here was following him....tracking him down and stalking him, akin to a wild predator seeking its prey.

Unknown to the sturdy hero was that indeed his suspicions were correct as perched high up above on a tree branch, he was being watched. A transparent figure shimmering in the sunlight, its form implied to be very well built and power as its hidden gaze was locked upon the himbo. A distinct clicking or chittering sound heard as its point of view was an infrared spectrum, seeing Kirishima's body heat standout clear as day. Clearly it was liking what it saw as if it could sense the raw strength presiding within the humanoid tank.

Whoever or whatever this figure was, it certainly wasn't human and it seemed to take an interest in him. So much so that unknown to him, the platoon of soldiers had already been released, let go back into freedom as they were deemed unworthy prey. Yes as far as this creature was concerned, the Red Riot was a more worthwhile quarry as the shimmer distortion around it faded in crackles of static electricity. Revealing this enigma to be a female of one of the most notorious urban legends around, a creature from a race of intergalactic hunters who went from planet to planet during the hottest times of the year in their climates, seeking out targets to hunt and worthwhile trophies to claim.

There were many names and titles given to these beings, most common being Predators or their proper designation, the Yautja and this distinct femme fatale had felt itself in the presence of a worthy quarrry. Its ultra-violet vision gazing on him as distinct clicks could be heard beneath its chrome helm as static flicked along her being, rending her invisble once more as she began to stalk and track down the hero in training. She couldn't quite think why exactly, but there was something about Kirishima that stood out compared to those soldiers. He was strong, that much she could tell but seemingly, was it the idea that he came out here all alone?

Whatever the reason, the hunt was on and this femme fatale was on the prowl as the day passed on, seconds into minutes which moved into hours. So far she had to say she was finding the sturdy hero an impressive specimen, as her quarry made the most of their terrain seemingly getting the feeling someone or something was following him. The maze of trees, rubble and paths providing plenty of means for Kirishima to find himself a hiding place, to which the Huntress had to say, was plenty resourceful. The soldiers prior to capture had been panicky, desperate and clumsy but this one was no stranger to navigating his way around in the wild which only made him a potential worthy trophy pending in her mind.

Yet for every moment her quarry eluded her, the huntress found that his survival skills were putting him quite a few steps ahead, enough to have her wondering if at some point that the tables had been turned on her. That she had become HIS prey instead and if that were the case, why did this not worry her in the slightest? Rather if anything it excited her, dare she think it aroused her, sensual pleasure coursing through her very being. To think that on this simple little planet she would find not only a challenging hunt but perhaps a worthy mate, a prime specimen of male that made the Huntress' body burn with a need, a desire to bare his young.

Yes indeed perhaps children from a man such as him would become nothing less than the finest hunters to grace and stalk throughout the galaxy, as her determination intensified along with her libido's thirst. The hunt was on as once the pair caught sight of each other or got within range, combat was engaged. Kirishima quite puzzled as well as surprised to find he was dealing with some sort of alien, a literal extra terrestrial who of course was packing some major heat on her. The Yautja of course only felt validated and vindicated by her instincts and impression of the hero in training as his quirk proved to be more than affective against some of her bladed tools, to say nothing his being able to tank against her plasma shoulder cannon.

Whenever the opportunity to escape and gain some distance to recover and re-strategize presented itself, they'd take it especially to patch up any major wounds. Kirishima wasn't worse for wear bar some damage to his outfit while the Huntress found some of her equipment had taken some of its own. Her cloaking device was now on the fritz, her shoulder cannon bent in disarray and to say nothing of the chips to her blades and yet it only made her all the more aroused. Truly such a thrilling hunt and such an impressive specimen of Man, it was intoxicating compared to the thrill of the hunt.

Particularly when she found her quarry setting up traps here and there, proving no doubt that Kirishima had himself some experience when it came to wilderness survival. Some she was able to avoid but the few that managed to spring up on her naturally lewd to the chivalrous himbo ambushing her for some close quarters combat. His will to fight not out of some need to prove some sense of superiority but the need to survive, it was only serving to further arouse her. Their eventual game of cat and mouse at a pint where they stood across from each other, panting as the sun was setting in the horizon, both a little worse for wear but still raring to go.

Kirishima:”Had enough? Or you thirsty for more? I can do this all day you ugly motherfu-“*Whatever Kirishima was about to say next was interrupted as he heard the Huntress make a strange sound, like a mix of a purr and the chittering of mandibles that dare he say sounded rather sensual? As piece by piece, she began to disconnect and discard her equipment and tools, save for her wrist device as she then began to actually strip naked right before him. The Red Riot’s eyes bugging out along with his jaw dropping as the still helm masked alien babe now stood before him laid bare exposing a thicc, powerful body that’d been trained and honed in the ways of her culture. Her chittering purr growing in volume as unknown to him, her visual scan and visual spectrum could pick up signs of arousal.*

Kirishima had a feeling this now naked Huntress couldn’t quite speak any human language but her body movements were ones he was definitely understanding right now that was for sure. You didn’t sleep with the girlfriends he had and as many women as he had been with sexually and not be able to tell that this dreadlocked scaly alien Amazon was saying “I want your babies you stud”. As she easily dwarfed him at height having to be something like six feet plus If not taller, looming over him as she stood up close and personal to him, her clawed hands on his bare chest as she caressed his muscles. If her message wasn’t clear before, his face being near between those quite firm yet stunning tits of hers was definitely hitting the nail on th head, that was for sure.

What followed from dusk onward was the labyrinth like forest of Mount Fuji echoing throughout long into the night with the sounds and cries of animalistic, passionate mating. The huntress experience a better thrill than that of the hunt, that being claimed by her new alpha male as his quite impressive length and girth thrust and pumped into her slit. The sturdy bingo proving himself quite a capable sexual lover as he displayed and proved his virility an prowess which showed her there being more to sex than she ever thought capable. And she was loving every moment of it, especially whenever he would cum inside her thus ensuring she’d end this encounter carrying a future generation of hunters.

Even in positions where she topped him, she knew she was submitting before him, he was the victor and she was his trophy. Being claimed as only a prime specimen of man like him should, every slap of her ass and squeeze of her tits tempting her to remove her helmet just so she could kiss him and give him oral pleasure. Perhaps next time as she was already thinking of her next return trip to Earth, knowing she needed, had to mate with her alpha male enough to ime to make a tribe’s worth of children. Okay so maybe she was getting a little erotically addicted. Ut why woildnt she with a man like this?

From cowgirl to full nelson, to the intimacy of a standing fuck, being pinned up against a tree or laying on the grass taking it doggy style or prone bone, The huntress welcomed and relished each and every round. Her alpha male not stopping until his powerful cock and balls felt drained, as the pair laid together within the wild, basking in the afterglow. Come the morning Kirishima would’ve thought it was all some bizarre dream had it not been for the fact he woke up naked and alone…save for a necklace of strange exotic animal teeth left by his side. He just knew this would be quite a story to tell Mina and Maya, that was for sure.

The yautja woman of course was seated in the cockpit of her spacecraft, heading back to her home world. Rubbing her stomach contentedly having no doubts she had claimed Something far better than a hunting trophy. Yes indeed the first of many children she hoped to receive from her alpha male that would be raised and trained to become skilled and strong hunters for generations to come. Already awaiting and counting down the days until her return to earth and the pleasure that would follow meeting her stud once again.

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