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This short story was inspired by @ravenmichaelisstuff! Go check them out because they put out some great stuff <3

               “English, MacTavish.” Ghost felt as though he’d said the phrase over a dozen times over the course of their short recon mission. The sergeant loved nothing more than to tease him, thickening his accent until it was nearly gibberish to others’ ears. “I am speaking English, sir.” The Brit rolled his eyes, continuing his search of the cramped office space. “Ghost, am'fair peched. Ur we dane yit?”

               “Sergeant, if I need to remind you to use actual words again, I’m going to slit your throat.” The Scot only snickered quietly to himself, rummaging through a cabinet. The lieutenant found the file they had been tasked to search for, turning to inform the other man and get back for exfil. He tensed when he caught sight of an enemy soldier approaching the distracted Scotsman, pistol aimed at the ready. Within moments, Ghost’s knife whizzed past the man’s head and dug into the enemy’s throat, the man going down with a muffled thud. Soap shot up, whirling around to take in the sight of the dead soldier.

               “Thank you, m’eudail.” He mumbled, noticing the file in the lieutenant’s hand, causing him to perk up. “The fuck does that mean?” Soap’s eyes lit up playfully, and he shrugged, stepping over the body to head for where exfil was supposed to be stationed. Ghost shook his head, exasperated, deciding to drop it and follow the man. It was just another incomprehensible Scots nonsense the man was rattling off. After that, he noticed the increased usage of the word.

               When Ghost would pour the sergeant a cup of coffee while his tea steeped, Johnny would always thank him with the word and a gentle smile. Sometimes he’d use it while they sparred, an attempt to confuse the lieutenant enough to catch him off guard and get the upper hand. On especially rare occasions, Johnny would whisper it so tenderly while they were having a late-night talk. His hair ruffled from sleep as they sat in the kitchen together, nursing mugs of hot tea and chatting about what was plaguing them that night.

               It became something he’d grown accustomed to, never bothered when the word would appear in the conversation. It was just another unique thing about the sergeant, something he grew fond of. He didn't mind being left in the dark, not if it was Johnny; the man wouldn’t call him something hurtful without his knowledge.

After a successful mission, the 141 were all out for drinks at a nearby bar, and a pleasant buzz was shared between the men. Soap’s face had held a mischievous smirk the entire night, an obvious tell that the man had some joke or prank up his sleeve. “Sergeant, are you going to talk about what’s got your face like that, or will you leave us in the dark all night?”

               Even Price had noticed the man’s playful demeanor, exasperation in his tone as he prepared for the worst. He could only hope the Scot hadn’t attempted to make their microwave into a bomb… again. “Aye, sir. I just got a gift for Ghost, that’s all.” The lieutenant raised his brow, confused at the randomness. “Did I forget his birthday or something?” Gaz teased, nudging his fellow sergeant. “Nae, just saw something in the store and thought it was perfect.”

               A crudely wrapped box was placed on the table and pushed gently in his direction. The Brit’s eyes narrowed, and he glanced at the man across from him. “Open it! Ah wanna see yer reaction.” The Scot sipped his liquor, his eyes shining with mirth as he oversaw the lieutenant unwrap the package. It was a book, Ghost having to turn it over to read the cover. “Scottish Slang: Volume 1. Bloody hell, Johnny.” He sighed deeply, placing the book down on the table to run a hand down his masked face. The sergeant was cackling loudly in the bar, Gaz snickering quietly beside him.

               “I’m surprised there’s more than one.” Price chuckled, disguising his amusement with a puff of his cigar. Once Johnny got his laughter under control, he smiled a bright, toothy grin at him. “Yer always complaining about nae understanding me. Noo, ye kin!” Ghost thumbed through the pages, catching some familiar words he’d heard from the sergeant, but many he’d never seen. By the time they left the bar, Johnny held the same playful smirk, “Hope you enjoy your book, m’eudail.”

               That night, Ghost actually took the time to scan through the pages, learning all kinds of words. He was just about to close the book when an extremely familiar one caught his eye. ‘M’eudail’, Scots Gaelic for ‘My Darling’ or ‘My Dear.’ His eyes widened, and he reread the definition repeatedly, believing his mind to be playing tricks on him. There was no way the sergeant had been calling him that for months on end at this point. His face flushed slightly, and he had to shut the book, taking several deep breaths to calm himself.

               Suddenly, a horrible idea came to him, and he reopened the book of slang, searching for the page with other terms of endearment.

               Johnny entered the kitchen, sliding up next to Ghost to take the man’s daily cup of coffee. “Thank you, m’eudail.” He snipped the steaming up, feeling the liquid warm his insides. “Of course, mo leannan.” The sergeant choked on his coffee, forcing himself to hack up the substance into his elbow. He stared wide-eyed at the lieutenant when he could finally breathe somewhat normally. His eyes were crinkled in the telltale way of a smile. “Where did you… oh.”

               The Brit’s pronunciation was slightly off, but he could quickly recognize the word. His face instantly heated up into a fiery crimson, and he had to turn away from the man’s piercing gaze. “Thank you for the book, Johnny. It was very informative.” Ghost patted his shoulder affectionately, leaving the kitchen with his simmering cup of tea while the sergeant attempted to get his heart rate under control.

I hope I did this justice. The idea was just so cute I couldn't pass up the chance to write about it!

Ghost, am'fair peched. Ur we dane yit? = Ghost, I'm tired. Are we done yet?

mo leannan = my lover or my sweetheart

I usually don't write Johnny's Scottish accent, so I apologize if this is atrocious.

#ghostsoap #soapghost #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghost x soap #cod mw2

[beneathashadytree]

hello! could i have HCs of mista and a fem reader who adores the sex pistols? she likes to feed them, play with them, and maybe even knits them little hats that look like mista’s because she loves them. but she makes a mistake when she tells them she has a crush on their stand user, because they immediately snitch on her to mista (😭)

SNITCHES GET… GIFTS? - GUIDO MISTA X READER

Warnings : this is pretty cheesy and not proofread, reader identifies as female!

Genre : tooth-rotting fluff <3

Word count : 1.0K words (oops)

Additional notes : Thank you so much for requesting! I thought long and hard how to get to this, and I’m pretty pleased with how it turned out. I have a soft spot for the entire Bucci gang and their stands, as you could probably see🫣 Hope you enjoy reading this, anon!💗

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Masterlist

It seemed like a sort of unspoken rule that every stand user that somehow found their way into the Italian mafi ended up on either Bucciarati’s squadra or Risotto’s squadra

It was to ensure both confidentiality and cohesion of the group working as one unit, which could only be achieved when all of the squadra consisted of stand users

With her luck, she winded up on Bucciarati’s turf, her stand another weapon to add to their arsenal

Mista was rather nonchalant about the new addition; he never really minded getting to know a new person as long as they proved themselves to be useful and trust-worthy

He does his own thing anyways and always pulls up in any pinch they find themselves in, regardless of how the others react to their missions

But for some reason, he found himself actually quite enjoying her company even when they’re not doing anything in particular

The same—and more, actually—could be said about her; she soon realized that she was almost making up excuses just to be in the sharpshooter’s presence, and to learn more about him whenever they sat together

His likes, his dislikes, his quaint tetraphobia, his unique sense of humor and wit, his sharp intelligence; everything about him was something she wanted to discover bit by bit

And with coming to know him so personally, she of course had many interactions with his stand, the Sex Pistols, and slowly grew increasingly fond of them

They truly were like a bunch of rowdy kids each with a vastly different personality from the other, and it was hard not to like them

Hardworking as they were, they were almost always hungry and in need of attention and affection, things she was more than willing to provide whenever she was available and in the vicinity

More often than not, the six little guys were found trailing after her, happy smiles on their faces as they nibbled on pastrami and cheese mini sandwiches she’d prepared for them, cheeks stuffed and delighted smiles on their tiny faces

Even the scruffy Number 5 couldn’t help but feel happy whenever she made use of her time off to play with them, despite Mista’s protests that she didn’t have to

Her insistence that she actually wanted to spend time with them didn’t go unnoticed, flustering both the stand and their user

Come Christmas, already more than a few months had passed since she first started having feelings for Mista

Feelings she clearly was oblivious to them being reciprocated

Considering herself an almost-caretaker for the Sex Pistols whenever Mista himself wasn’t fussing over them, she decided to make them a gift herself

Seeing how much they absolutely adored the gunslinger, she decided to knit them tiny hats similar to the one he wore all the time

As for Mista, she decided to make him a scarf that perfectly matched his usual outfit, decked in his favorite red and blue, while she secretly made herself matching gloves

She already readied herself to excuse it as her simply liking the design if anyone questioned her about it

Thankfully things went relatively smoothly the entire time she spent knitting the set, but that ignorant bliss around her didn’t last long

Just a couple of minutes in showing the Sex Pistols her gifts for them, Number 3 found himself tripping over the box she’d thought she’d so cleverly hidden under her bed

After a few flustered stammers, a furious blush to the tips of her ears, and pathetic lies that not even a two year old would believe, she slumped over in defeat and admitted to the fact that she’d knit matching gloves and scarf for her and Mista

Ever perceptive, they shared a glance before Number 1 bluntly asked her if she had a crush on their favorite guy, to which her flaring blush only affirmed

No words were needed, the Pistols sharing mischievous smiles that spelled something foreboding to her

She begged them not to tell Mista, her earnest and horrified expression causing them to feel a little sorry for her, silently deciding to stay quiet… for the time being

As soon as they spotted her handing him his gift, though, they were quick to cheekily grin up at him

The man himself was stunned by the sweet gift, expressing his gratitude as best as he could and hugging her gently

Honestly, the smile and slight flush on his face should’ve been a clear indicator that he had it bad for her as well, and that her thoughftul handmade gift had made him happier than he could ever admit

“She knitted matching gloves for her too, because she likes you, Mista!”

Mista’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as he stood there stunned by the words Number 2 had blurted out, earning a nudge from an alarmed Number 6

They all stood with baited breath, watching as a mix of horror and embarrassment made its way on the woman’s face, whereas Mista’s face turned every single color under the sun as he slowly processed the words he’d just heard

His loud and boisterous laugh of disbelief had them a little confused, and her face began to fall, before he quickly threw his arms around her, bringing her in for a tighter embrace than before

The expression on his face could only be described as blissful, and her scrunched up countenance melted into a relieved one

“You’re… alright with that?” she hesistantly asked him, only to have Mista squeeze her waist, open affection in his eyes as he smiled at her

“About damn time you noticed I like you too, geez!”

“Not like you’d noticed I had feelings for you, either…” she mumbled under her breath, rolling her eyes despite the blush on her cheeks that betrayed her

They were only interrupted when Number 7 pointed out, “Hey look, mistletoe!”

Before she could glance up in the direction he was glancing at, Mista took the chance to swoop in and softly kiss her

Too enamored by the all-consuming kiss, she was too busy to notice that there wasn’t anything above their heads, and that the Sex Pistols had snuck out, giggles remaining in their wake

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[gayuu-the-necromancer]

Chapter 9

You Must Not Fall In Love...

Victor: "Come along, Miss Robin. Don't stray away from me, okay?"

Victor: "If the darkness of the castle engulfs you, you may not be able to come back."

We parted from the Crown members and I followed Sir Victor, who leads me into the hallway.

Kate: "Yes, Sir Victor."

Victor: "Just call me Victor. It makes me sad that you only call Wiliam by his first name."

(....William and this person are both clearly of high rank, and asking me to call your names without a title is a little)

Kate: "....Okay. Please guide me, Victor."

(I feel so rude)

Victor: "This is the common room. This is where everyone drinks, plays, parties, and holds strategy meetings."

Victor: "Oh and don't touch the glass on the third shelf from the top, the one on the left. Dangerous things will pop out."

(What will pop out....? Blades? Pistol?)

Victor: "This is Roger's laboratory and infirmary and if you are injured, this is where you will be treated."

Victor: "Crown's mission is fraught with danger. But fortunately, we are all still alive and well. Miraculously."

(Does this mean that life-threatening missions are a daily occurrence....?)

Victor: "This is the hall. Balls and soirée are held here, but the castle is unique and guests are rarely invited."

Victor: "We also employ a small number of elite servants, people we trust."

Victor: "To protect the secret you've come to know."

(Why was the mansion unlocked when they are going to such lengths to keep it a secret....?)

Victor: "And finally, this is your room."

Kate: "Huh...?"

We were shown to a room that was clean, white and classy as if it were inhabited by the upper class.

Kate: "Did someone live here before?"

Victor: "No. While you were being introduced to everyone, I instructed the servants to prepare a room for you."

(In such a short time! I didn't even feel the presence of a servant....)

Kate: "...Ah."

Suddenly, I spot a typewriter on the desk and my voice leaks out.

Kate: "How did you know I use a typewriter?"

No one was supposed to know that I had been practicing for months to be able to do substitute writing work as well.

Victor: "Oh really? I didn't know that. I just thought it would be useful to write the report. Looks like another coincidence."

Victor blinked at me curiously and then looked at me meaningfully.

Victor: "Miraculous coincidence happened twice....on the same day."

(Two coincidences...?)

Victor: "I feel like it's fate that you're here."

Victor: "Anyways, it's not good to stay in a young lady's room too long. Ring the bell there if you need anything."

Victor: "Your personal maid will be at your service. Oh, and instructions are in writing."

Kate: "....Thank you for everything, I understand."

Victor: "Then again, not a few of the Crown guys are immoral."

Victor: "Letting someone into your room could be tantamount to surrendering your body, so be discreet."

(The last thing I want is someone to attack me....)

(I don't see them as being that hungry for women though....)

Kate: "Okay, I'll keep that in mind."

Victor: "Let me conclude by saying thank you."

Kate: "Thank you?"

Victor: "Yeah....thank you for talking to us."

Kate: "....No no. I'm just doing this for myself."

Victor: "Yet, you still tried to have a chat with us even after you saw the scene with your own eyes."

Victor: "And you also think we're all reasonable people, don't you?"

Victor: "....Since you're you, I'll give you one piece of advice."

Victor: "After a month, if you want to get back to your normal life....don't let them take over your heart."

Kate: ".....Why not?"

Victor: "Well, the cursed ones are destined for their tragic end."

Victor: "If you wish to have the kind of happiness that pure maidens dream of, do not fall in love with them."

(Love...)

The outlandish story baffles me.

Kate: "I didn't think like that...."

Kate: "But, my duty here is just to prove that I'm trustworthy and go home."

Victor: "....Suits you, who have free wings."

While nodding, Victor narrowed his eyes dazzlingly.

Victor: "Nevertheless...if you still choose to share your fate with them, then..."

Victor: "Darkness will gladly welcome you."

My body trembled at his fascinating smile.

Victor: "....Goodnight, Kate."

Kate: "Goodnight, Victor."

Like that, my sinful life began with the sound of the door slowly closing.

If life were a fairy tale, it would have been easy to be happy...we don't have to do anything we aren't allowed to do.

For example...a forest you must not enter, a door you must not open, a secret you must not know.

And...a love you must not fall for.

However, the world of darkness that suddenly appeared invites me to peek into the abyss.

What would happen to my heart and body if I touched those beckoning fingertips?

I have a definite feeling that something will change decisively.

What lies beyond breaking the 'don't do' taboo.

I still don't know yet.

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[boyakishantrinity]

"Ursa?"

"Ellie, what did you do this time."

"For once. Nothing. But either I'm high, or that's a ship with cloaking devices for the crew who appear to give high frequency sighted aliens inability to see-"

The large bear places his paw on her shoulders turning down to her.

"... Ellie, what the FUCK-"

The ship lurched, throwing the Terran into the bear's lap, groaning as Moon (that's his name translated) got to his feet.

"WHAT WAS THAT?"

"The ship?"

Now on her back, legs leaned against what was the floor. Wait. Why were-

The ship lurched once more, stabilisers activating as it straightened itself.

"SHIT. FUCK. CUNT. ASS-HOOOLE!"

Rolling into the adjacent wall, legs slapping against the floor as the sound of panicked shouts echoed from the hall.

"Ellie?"

"Spinny."

"PRIVATE."

"SIR YES SIR."

Standing at attention, body tense as the captain got to his feet.

"Grab your weapons and beat the intruders to a pulp. No killing, just knock em out. DISMISSED."

"SIR YES SIR!"

She turned, dropping to a sprinting pose before running down the hall, grabbing his abdomen the captain spat out blood. He'd bit his tongue quite hard, nothing major but enough he'd need a minute.

She'd opened door ahead of time, activating her gadgets (read: stolen military gear) to lock the ship down, doors jamming shut, gate permanently locked open, electronic drones no doubt moving to fuse the metal shut on the other end. Creating a channel straight towards her room, jumping across walls as she yanked her stuff out the room.

Legs pounding, head sweating as she slammed an EpiPen into her stomach. Her eyes flicked awake, pirates shouting in languages the translator quickly translated to English.

"WHERE'S THE FUCKING DRILL?"

"STAY THE FUCK DOWN."

"I THOUGHT YOU SAID THIS SHIP COULDN'T LOCK DOWN!!"

"It doesn't."

She froze. That kind of voice generally meant, well not leader. But a core part of the group. She smiled. The first person she'd found to devour.

Greed hissed open the door, slithering its way out the vents before they slammed onto her as the snake like animal growled. Anger. Someone had clearly hacked the damn ship! Some kind of gadget, but the empty hallways left many question. For one. Why was it a straight loop?

Her eyes picked something up, something was running down the hall, some metal device in her hand. It wasn't a plasma pistol, damn tiny weapons made for stunning. The bullet however. What was it? Whatever it was, it wasn't anything modern. Or familiar.

A raider of four seperate systems, pirate (privateer). A class 2 weapon, reliable sure. But bullets were exceedingly rare. And the scent. Foreign. Nothing familiar at all. Not to say unique, it smelt similar. But this. This wasn't-

The moving warm figure had maintained speed, running along a wall as it neared. Three more corridors, sprinting down the hall... She looked up, Orla. The Slithering Claw, the red laser aimed at her. She listened back, her head was angled down. But how could she do so without...

Small movements moved, back and forth, something she'd normally ignore, but now. It flicked it's eyes. Already, she formed a way to fight against the crewmate. Spear drawn, pistol raised and tail prepared to sweep. This would be a quick fight.

Dirt coloured, wearing some kind of tactical armour, semi reflective for light and things slamming into ya. Hmm. Some kind of snake alien.

WISK.

She froze, her body shifting as she moved between the hall, spear drawn with both hands as she raced ahead. A gun in one hand, she stood her ground. Firing, the first reflected. Almost immediately, she frowned. Reaching behind her for something. Handles, many handles. Hesitating, moving. Useless to her.

The snake reared back, spear pushed forward as she hissed.

"YOU WILL DIE."

She leaned back, bending under the staff as she raised a leg, sweeping over the weapon before spanning the wooden handle.

CLICK.

The handle held at her head, a hand on her back as a foot remained on the end of her tail.

"SSSSS"

[Fuck. You]

"... You speak Sawi?"

"Fuck no I don't. Just something my friend's pet does."

She swept her left hand, slamming a knife into her waist. The bone snapping under the knife as she slammed her head forward. Smashing the snake backwards.

"MY HEAD!!"

Swearing in some kind of common tongue, I swiveled the knife, aiming with my right.

"Can't kill ... fine."

The translator barely managed to translate it, pulling out a yellow device before jamming it into her side.

"You-"

She dropped to the floor, knocked out as the noise of metal echoed down the hall. More shouting, the translator shouting into my ear.

She ripped it off, parts flying as she threw a cable. The line twirling around the snake before she tied a rope around her tail.

Good. Now if she tries to move, she'll slap herself with her own tail.

And with a fully loaded revolver, she sprinted down the hall.

They'd taken shelter behind boxes, having cut through the titanium doors, guns raining laser pellets that lost energy as they fired. The metal fragments dropped harmlessly to the ground, tiny metal beads that could be magnetically collected, recharged and then fired again.

BANG

Something flew through the pellets, energised pellet smacking the bullet forward as it blew the hole out of an alien.

"KEEP FIRING. I CAN'T KILL SHIT IF YOU DON'T!"

Shouting from behind them, an M4A1 in hand, the Australian firing her weapon from behind them, single shots loosening craters in the pack of twelve as they began to push forward. Reinforcements. Five against twenty, seemingly still in shock she stabbed herself once more.

Drawing her sword, she charged forward.

"CHARGE!!"

She leapt ahead, sprinting towards the aliens with a an iron sword. Slamming the blade down, she cut down the first alien. The pellets seemed to swerve, hitting the walls and the strange black circles that definately weren't there a few moments ago.

They in fact weren't from a few moments ago, I'd thrown them as I charged, magnets that emit magnets. Since they used pellet weapons, iron pellets. The kind they'd used in PB for extremists (because humans don't have enough ways to shoot at each other), but primarily kept their guns on the low setting. Not enough energy to form a mini magnetic field that'd hit like a point blank barret shot.

But more like that moron who hung off the edge of the speeding bushmaster and got heavily bruised.

But besides that.

She'd cocked her gun, firing at a random alien as she sheathed her sword. Cocking the weapon again, she grinned, smiling at the aliens like a madwoman, wide eyes and a massive grin.

She fired again, cocking her second gun as she tilted her head.

By now, 15 pirates remained, unshot that is. Bullets pierced legs, limbs. Non lethal positions but the kind that make any decent soldier think. "Jesus fuck she's going to torture us."

Almost immediately, as soon as the shock dropped, the large alien dropped his fist. And almost immediately, shed glanced up. Holstered her guns, reached behind her. And rolled.

Swords drawn free, she stood on her feet, holding stance as she returned her smile.

"Bit rude. Innit?"

Before sweeping the blades, slicing at his arm as she twirled. Slamming the swords to cut the pirates legs off.

"Now, who wants to surrender?"

The pirates froze, the strange alien had fought them, countered their bullets, sliced limbs and requested surrender. The translators returned the message as they dropped weapons, reinforcements copying their comrades as the crew cautiously took them hostage.

Ignoring her crew, she marched back, turning the corner before dragging a bag behind her. Several of the conscious captives now tied, they tossed a translator at her.

"Ellie. What are you doing?"

"Just gonna clear the ship."

"... Why? There's pirates-"

"..."

She stopped, freezing as she reloaded her guns. Before pulling out what looked to be a shotgun.

"... You got a radio?"

She stared at the captain of the boarding crew, tied with cuffs, he nodded his head. Amda tossing the radio to her.

"Why do you need their radio?"

"You'll see. Radios automatically translate right?"

"... Yeah?"

"ATTENTION DUMBASSES. I'VE CAPTURED YOUR BOARDING CREW, SURRENDER PEACEFULLY OR I CLEAR YOUR SHIP. OVER. "

"... Sarge? "

"Ignore the Terran. "

"... Alright."

She cocked her gun, an empty shell dropped to the ground.

"I'll see you in like. Twenty minutes."

"Ellie, what are you doing?"

"... I'm going to go clear a ship?"

"By yourself?"

"... I mean, I could try to do it without my body."

"ELLIE."

"WHAT?"

"Do you have a death wish?"

"yes."

"... That's not the right answer."

Now standing at the hole in to the pirate ship, she shouted back.

"I DON'T CARE!"

[Do I continue this?]

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[rabbiteclair]

lobotomy corp update:

oh sure in addition to time loop fuckery and sad robots, this game also has soldiers in rabbit gas masks who make rabbit puns as they murder people. and nobody even told me, I had to stumble onto it myself. demerits for everyone

I've only had Evangeline for twelve days, but if anything happened to them I'd kill everyone in this facility and then myself.

speaking of murdering everyone though, I have in fact hit the point of 'ah, the start of the day. [readies pistol] let's kill all the clerks while they're still bunched up.' listen, I've got Mountain, CENSORED, Blue Star, two abnormalities I can't necessarily prevent from breaching, and a few more that are gonna kill a dozen clerks when they breach. I leave exactly enough clerks alive that if CENSORED or Nothing There breach, they'll linger for a while killing clerks and give me time to gather my forces. at that point, even if Mountain does breach, it doesn't have enough victims/bodies around to become a problem.

core suppression complete up through Tiphereth, at which point I rewound because I'd hit day 46. I really did not expect Tiphereth(s) of all people to have just a downright painful conclusion to their main arc, but here we are. every minute that A spends doing literally anything except groveling on his knees sobbing 'OH MY GOD I AM SO SO SORRY' is a moment wasted. I do however find it really funny that the Tiphereth meltdown was a one-girl show. Tiphereth, it's time for your character growth. Not you, boy half, you're already perfect and I love you. Go watch cartoons for a while.

I just finished Gebura's missions, and goddamn. if the game asks me to do another fucking Midnight I am going to blow up the entire goddamn planet. if I have to put up with that I'm taking you fuckers with me. I know this is kinda Arbitrary Deaths: The Game, but every Midnight I've done so far has been some real bullshit in that department. at best they are tedious right up until I make a mistake for two seconds and somebody gets vivisected. the 'suppress 3 unique Alephs in one day' one was a pain in the ass too, but Mountain and Nothing There are fairly easy to pummel as long as I prepare beforehand, so the only real challenge was CENSORED. and getting them to breach without killing someone in the first place.

every sentence out of Binah's mouth is more concerning than the previous one, which is pretty impressive considering that she starts out fairly concerning to begin with. Hokma would probably be just as concerning if I didn't spend every conversation with him going 'wait what. what the hell is he implying??' Instead he's just concerning because he likes A. nobody who likes A can be trusted. Except post-suppression Tiphereth, but she's a kid.

the time fuckery though. THE TIME FUCKERY. practically every line of Angela's takes on about three different meanings as you progress through the game. there's stuff early on that seems perfectly innocuous until you loop back around. the straight linear path through the story is incomplete because there are parts that only really make sense when you're reading them a second time. it's the kind of narrative trick I don't think you could pull off in any medium but a video game. hell yeah. this is the content I'm here for.

although, gameplay-wise... I respect the conviction to go 'this is a game where all the characters are trapped in tedious and painful cycles, so let's get the player in on that,' but actually i would like to be done with the tedious and painful cycles now thanks. I have 119 hours logged in this game and, judging by a friend's comments, I probably have another full loop through the main plot ahead of me, since apparently it's very hard to do both Binah and Hokma's suppressions in a single iteration. At least days 1-30 are downright trivial at this point, and I'm far enough into the game that I can afford to go 'eh, that dead agent was only a level 4 wearing Waw gear, I can let it ride.'

plot-wise, we have reached the point where I've started taking notes, because thanks to all the looping, things not necessarily being told in order to begin with (especially with the weird route I took through the first half of the game), and occasionally clicking through cutscenes at top speed when I should've been in bed 5 minutes ago but the day just kept going and I didn't want to lose the progress, there are a lot of parts I've had to go back and reference anyway. I still feel like I've got a fairly decent overview of what's going on here, although there are some clear intentional holes in the information they've given so far. I think I'm also a single critter short of 100% codex completion, and I've been assured that will help a lot with making sense of things.

#lobotomy corp

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Flake interview 2022 - Ave Corner Printing

in Japanese

Interview/Text | Yoshiyuki Suzuki | December 2022, photos by Matthias Matthies and Jens Koch

Some bits googly translated... but please read the entire interview, it's nice and long

🎹

――How are you doing now? Until RAMMSTEIN's tour resumes, can we take it easy for a while?

　“Right now, I am preparing various things for Christmas for my family. In January 2023, a reading tour of this book (“Today is the World’s Birthday”) is scheduled in Germany. Because this plan had been postponed for about two years due to the effects of the Covid-19 pandemic, so now it's time to do a reading tour as if the book had just been published. It's supposed to happen."

――"Today is the world's birthday" has a very unique composition, and it's a real-time depiction that starts from the waiting time for the live, and various recollections are inserted one after another. What was your intention in writing it this way?

　“At first, I had some ideas and interesting things that I wanted to write down. There were only loosely connected parts and it still didn't quite come together, so I had the idea to write about myself spending time in the backstage area before a concert. I got the idea to write what happened, and I was able to finish it in no time.I wanted to explain even a little to people (laughs), the band. What it's really like to work in. It's usually very different from what people imagine.When I was a kid, I listened to Elvis Presley and Michael Jackson. To me, musicians like them are like gods, and those gods just walk up on stage, sing, and the whole world bows down at their feet... I don't even think that they are also living human beings. But even they have to go to the bathroom, they have to sleep at night, they have marital troubles, they're sick and in a bad mood... I only know shining songs. So I never imagined that a star like that [laughs] has to make music, how much work there is behind that short amount of time in a concert. "

--

――Well, you wrote in the book that you were a punk. Could you be a little more specific about this?

　“In the old days, of course, punk meant being able to make music without being able to play an instrument well. It gave me the freedom to do whatever I wanted, even if I didn't have the background to play the piano or the guitar, and even if I didn't have a musical education, I had the courage to say, ``SEX PISTOLS is cool, and I want to try that kind of music.'' That's how I was lucky to be in a band with someone who didn't have a musical education, because it opened up the possibility of making a good band. Punk has changed now, and when I say 'I'm punk' now, I mean my inner attitude... I don't care about the details... that kind of thing. It's about attitude, like what kind of impression do you make on strangers? You can't do that, it's forbidden, it's not right, you can't do it... but I laugh and say it doesn't matter. When I say, 'I'm still punk at heart,' that's probably what I mean."

――Does that mean that it has a lot to do with inner freedom?

　"Yes. Freedom and not letting other people's opinions sway you. Go your own way, whether other people like it or not."

――It takes courage to stick to such an attitude.

　“It also means that you can’t meet people’s expectations, so there are times when you can’t meet the expectations of your fans. "

--

――Regarding “Dalai Lama”, although it is a relatively old song, the Slovenian philosopher Slavoj Žižek recently wrote an article that highly praises it. Did you?

　"No, I do not know"

――Zizek is a big fan of yours, and you often refer to them in your critics.

　“It has been 30 years since RAMMSTEIN was formed, and we are part of the cultural history, and we are sometimes quoted. But we rarely read articles about bands because we want to make music free from other people's opinions. I don't even search the internet about it.

--

--When you read this book, you will understand that you are an "observer". In my opinion, the keyboard part tends to have an "objective stance" even among rock bands. What do you think?

　“Standing at the back [of the stage] and not being in the center definitely makes me feel at ease. It doesn't have to be.There are times when I can calmly stand behind and watch.And I like the time to move around with the band.That's the best part of touring life, more than concerts, being able to go to different countries. I like that there is so much to see and observe.”

--

――(about coming to Japan for a book tour) It is possible to solve the problem of interpreting. Please come!

　"Well, after the next RAMMSTEIN tour is over. After that, I'll have time to do that."

--thank you. Next year, except for the reading tour in January, are you planning to focus on your activities as a band for the rest of the year?

　“Next year, we will start the tour from May. We will perform on the same stage as this year, but we will add some new songs. We plan to play songs or want to play them.As for next year's tour, it's only in Europe so far."

――How long do you plan to continue working as RAMMSTEIN?

　"As long as it looks cool, we'll keep going. We're always checking the footage, watching it, and deciding if it's still going."

――All the Japanese fans are working hard to go to America and Europe to see RAMMSTEIN live, but I also want to experience your live a few more times.

　“The tour schedule is open to the public on the Internet, so please check there.

#flake interview #heute hat die welt geburtstag #flake lorenz #rammstein

[strangledeggs]

The Best Albums Of 2018

If you want to see a full review of any specific album on this list, or are wondering why a particular album did or didn’t make the top 10, or are wondering why an album you like from the year in question isn’t on this list at all, send me an ask about it and I’ll try and respond!

The Top 10

Room 25 by Noname

Invasion Of Privacy by Cardi B

A Laughing Death In Meatspace by Tropical Fuck Storm

Wide Awake! by Parquet Courts

Whack World by Tierra Whack

Superorganism by Superorganism

Transangelic Exodus by Ezra Furman

Be The Cowboy by Mitski

Oil Of Every Pearl’s Un-Insides by SOPHIE

Três by Thiago Nassif

The Rest

Care For Me by Saba

Conexão EP by Amber Mark

DAYTONA by Pusha T

Dirty Computer by Janelle Monae

Ephorize by CupcakKe

Foreign Ororo by Riton + Kah-Lo

Guatemaya by Doctor Nativo

Hive Mind by The Internet

I Can Feel You Creep Into My Private Life by tUnE-yArDs

Interstate Gospels by The Pistol Annies

Queen by Nicki Minaj

Quite A Life by Lyrics Born

Record by Tracey Thorn

Snares Like A Haircut by No Age

Streams Of Thought Vol. 1 by Black Thought

Tantabara by Tal National

Temet by Imarhan

The Terror End Of Beauty by Harriet Tubman

DROGAS WAVE by Lupe Fiasco

There’s A Riot Going On by Yo La Tengo

Things Have Changed by Bettye LaVette

Twerp Verse by Speedy Ortiz

Twin Fantasy by Car Seat Headrest

Un Autre Blanc by Salif Keita

What A Time To Be Alive by Superchunk

What Happens When I Try To Relax by Open Mike Eagle

Your Queen Is A Reptile by Sons Of Kemet

Coming off of a previous year I described as lackluster, this is more like it. 38 albums in total, but more importantly, I had a particularly difficult time picking the top 10 for this year. The top 3-4 proved especially difficult – I was pretty certain after a while that Noname’s “Room 25”, perhaps the peak of what one can accomplish with the “personal is political” mantra, was going to take the top spot, but was I prepared to admit that Cardi B’s pop triumph “Invasion Of Privacy” was better than Parquet Courts’ best album yet? And so, apparently, was Tropical Fuck Storm’s unrelenting “A Laughing Death In Meatspace”? It hurt me to rank some of these things the way I did, but because of this, I’m fairly confident that you could pull any of the top 10 albums at random and have a great time regardless. Just make sure to watch the videos for Tierra Whack’s album, too, since they’re a whole work of art in themselves (it’s 15 minutes of your life for one of the most creative hip-hop visual spectacles of the century so far, come on, just do it).

What’s more, typing out the rest of the list made me realize what an awesome year this was simply by how many I realized I was sad to have to leave out of the top 10. Let me tell you, in any number of weaker years (like the last, or perhaps the next one, as you’ll see), contributions by Speedy Ortiz, Superchunk, Open Mike Eagle, Harriet Tubman, No Age, The Pistol Annies, Saba, Amber Mark and more would have made it into that upper tier. It’s a true testament to the strength of this year’s releases that they didn’t; I would strongly recommend checking out much of the second-tier list as well if you’re looking for the outstanding accomplishments in hip-hop, country, indie rock, desert rock and believe it or not, avant-garde jazz (Sons Of Kemet deserve a shout-out here, too, for their unique brass band approach).

One strange quirk I’ve noticed about this year is that it features several artists who seem either to have peaked here, releasing a lesser follow-up in the next few years, or who have yet to release a follow-up at all. Parquet Courts, No Age, Noname, Nicki Minaj, Pusha T, The Internet, Cardi B, Tierra Whack, Mitski, Superorganism and sadly even Tropical Fuck Storm and the aforementioned Sons Of Kemet all fall into these categories to varying extents. Hopefully I’ll be proven wrong in some way on at least a few of those soon, but even if they don’t bounce back, many of those artists can rest easy knowing they’ve created at least one masterpiece, which is more than most can say.

Speaking specifically to a few trends I noticed from the previous year, I will acknowledge that “mainstream”-leaning pop remains under-represented here, though I think this may just be my general bias as a critic to ignore most of it or even to recognize that the stuff that makes it on to my radar as interesting enough to write about is still too inconsistent to make a year-end list in terms of quality. Then again, I put Cardi B, breakout pop-star of the year, at #2, so you can’t complain too much there. Second, I should clarify that while I said in the previous year’s essay that I was ready to re-listen to Mount Eerie’s follow-up grieving-process album “Now Only”, I ultimately felt that it couldn’t hold its own against the other albums I selected for this year’s list. Which, again, is just an indication of how good 2018 was; nothing against “Now Only”, it’s still a very good album and you should listen to it if you...enjoyed(?) “A Crow Looked At Me”.

Finally, I’m glad to see a bit more music from outside the “western” pop sphere sneaking onto this year’s list as well. Thiago Nassif’s Tom Zé-like “Três” made the very end of the top 10, but you’ll find Guatemala’s Doctor Nativo, Nigeria’s Kah-Lo, Niger’s Tal National, Algeria’s Imarhan and Mali’s Salif Keita elsewhere on the list, each of which is worth checking out and each of which brings their own unique sound to the table. And on a sadder note, it’s still hard for me to believe SOPHIE is no longer with us after releasing such a final masterwork as “Oil Of Every Pearl’s Un-Insides”. We truly lost a once-in-a-generation talent with her.

#Music Criticism #Music #2018 #Best of project #Albums #Pop Music #Albums of the year #Best of 2018

[splashofspotchka]

Hello my friend! Here is a fic delivery for you! This fic belongs to you now, so it’s up to you what you do with this. It occurred to me as I was writing this that the guns in Star Wars are laser guns, so I wanna make it clear that they’re not blasters in this fic <3 (Sorry it took so long for me to get to). I hope you enjoy!

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Hardcase couldn’t contain his excitement that morning as he prepared everything for your trip. Hardcase always brought you out to do fun stuff when he was home, just loving to share all the time he could with you doing whatever fun and unique ideas he could come up with. He always tried to keep it a surprise too, though he was so giddy he often ended up spilling to you what it was shortly before you arrived at your destination. You didn’t mind of course; you were just thrilled to spend time with him. Plus… it was kinda cute.

He always felt a little bad about never being able to properly surprise you, but it didn’t bother you, and you honestly found it more endearing that he couldn’t keep a secret from you. Today, you’d spent the ride over trying to guess where you were going. He was always a better liar than his brothers, but to you? He just couldn’t. So when you’d finally guessed the one thing he’d been meaning to do with you for a while, he crumbled, admitting with a grin, “Yeah, we’re going to do laser tag!”

You were getting all suited up now, getting into the laser-detection suits, Hardcase interrupting you every two seconds to give you a hug and pepper your cheeks with kisses. Finally, you were all suited up, and ready to head out into the laser tag arena. For the first round, you were on the same team, up against another pair of people who’d come out to the arena for a day of fun. Hardcase got out pretty quickly, but you couldn’t fault him, his delighted laughter more than making up for having to go it alone for the short few minutes it took the pair from the other team to hunt you down and take you out.

The second round, Hardcase stayed in for longer. He was no less wild this time around, but he quickly got the hang of the lasers, and your opponents were defeated quickly, no match for his exuberance. This went on for a few more rounds until the pair of you decided to 1v1 each other, since clearly together you were an unbeatable team.

You split up, entering the arena from opposite sides. While Hardcase had been giggling and laughing the entire day, there was this sudden silence, making you mildly paranoid. Where was he? Suddenly, from behind one of the pillars, you saw movement, raising your laser gun to try and hit your target. Without warning, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind, making you squeal as you were spun around in circles, realizing quite quickly that Hardcase had appeared behind you, and was now peppering your cheeks with kisses as he playfully wrestled you to the ground.

He began laughing again, calling out “I got you!”

You wriggled pointlessly in his grasp, insisting, “No! You’ve gotta shoot me to win!”

He laughed brightly, spinning you in his arms to press a breathless kiss to your lips, making your head spin as he pulled you in, arms wrapping around your waist as he kissed you senseless. When he finally pulled away, you chased his lips, looking up at him with wide eyes.

You didn’t catch the mischievous twinkle in his eye till it was too late, his laser-pistol raised against the sensor on your chest. He fired and your suit beeped, letting you know you were ‘out.’ You groaned as he laughed. “Now I’ve got you!” Dramatically, you fell limp in his arms, letting out the most absurd ‘dying noises’ you could, Hardcase scooping you up bridal-style as you ‘died’ in his arms.

You could always count on Hardcase to meet your energy, and today was no different. He was always there for you, brightening your days, and you knew as you lay in his arms, pretending to bleed out, there was no one you’d rather die for.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I kinda wanted to keep this forever, but I also wanted to answer!, And I feel like the fandom needs to see this. I've ALWAYS said that I would LOVE to go play laser tag with Hardcase omg. He would make everything so much fun.

He would definitely match my energy! This was so perfect! I'm actually going to cry!!!!

Thank you so much!?!?!!?!

#liz is crying #hardcase #hardcase x reader #;w;

[thomasshelbydrabbles]

The Spy (4/?)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Adeline Taylor (OC)

Warnings: period typical sexism, series typical violence, period typical views of PTSD, period typical racism, blood and gore, angst, sexual situations, infertility, loss of child

Summary: An unexpected visitor leads to a change in plans and a painful memory for Adeline.

**Note: This is a series, so you should read The School Teacher and The Messenger first if you want to understand everything.*

Word Count: 2927

A/N: Please mind the tags. This chapter might contain triggering content.

Author’s Note: I know this took forever to update, but I got a new job (yay) and it’s been tricky settling into the new schedule.

Russia, 1924

As he entered, Adeline peered up at Sidney from over the top of the book she’d been reading in the sitting room. With a wistful sigh, she closed it knowing she’d not get such perfect sunlight again. Sidney knew how to ruin everything. They’d settled into a bit of a routine out here in the Russian countryside. He took meetings in the office, she spent most of her days reading books and actively not thinking about Tommy. Which of course meant she spent nearly every waking moment thinking about him. About Arthur and John. The time not spent daydreaming about the Shelby’s she spent conjuring various ways of removing Sidney from her life permanently. 

Of course, she also attended meetings with him. She now knew more about the Reds and the Whites than she ever wanted to know and again cursed Tommy for getting himself involved with any of this. 

A knock on the door drew her attention. They weren’t expecting any guests. While Sidney answered the door, she lit another cigarette and picked up the pistol she always kept nearby. She quickly checked it over, a habit courtesy of Alfie, before joining Sidney at the door. 

“Orlov,” Sidney greeted as he pulled the door wide. “Good to see you.” 

Orlov frowned; his thick eyebrows obscuring the look in his eyes, but the prickling along her spine told her this wasn’t a social call. “For a spy, you’re a terrible liar, Sidney.” 

Adeline smiled as she placed the pistol back down. “I’m glad to see you again.”

And she was. Any person, or event, or appointment that spared her more alone time with Sidney was always most welcome. She knew he knew it too. Being around him, and only him, was a unique sort of torture because he possessed an innate understanding of how to make her miserable without providing her any sort of rational means of saying so. He’d simply walk into the same room as her, not say a word and she found herself wanting to strangle the life from his body. In the evening, he’d ask her what she would like prepared for dinner and she imagined watching him choke on potatoes. 

“Ah,” Orlov turned, a wide grin on his face. “Miss Arke, a pleasure to see you again.”

He leaned forward and pressed kiss to each of her cheeks. Part of her would regret needing to kill him. And the staff that Sidney had acquired for them, but it was his own fault for ensuring they all called her Arke. Of course, he claimed it was to protect her because the fewer people who knew her as Adeline the safer they would be. Damn him for being correct. He did always put his own, and by extension her own safety above all else, so the staff were merely expendable pieces in their game. Should she feel more for them? Were it Frances would she feel differently? Of course both were stupid questions with equally obvious answers. She sighed. 

“What news do you have?”

“Nothing you’re going to like, Sidney. It seems the man we sent is now dead.” 

Adeline glanced over at Sidney. 

“He was due to meet a Mister Thomas Shelby at a pub in Birmingham, but he never arrived,” Orlov continued.

Adeline pressed a hand to her chest, reminding herself to breathe. The heat of Sidney’s glared scorched along her skin. She’d not mentioned a word of Tommy or any of the Shelby’s when anyone else was around. Hell, she barely managed to speak his name when Sidney asked her about him. Sidney hadn’t mentioned him either, at least not in a work context.    

“We’ve arranged passage for the Grand Duke and his family. Since the man we sent has now disappeared, we need another course of action.”

Sidney’s hand closed into a fist. “You want us to go to England to fix your mess.” 

Orlov smiled. “Did you think becoming ruler of the world would be simple, Sidney? Did you think you could merely direct your pawns from your manor house and then swan into the presidential office when the work was concluded?”

Feeling the tension in the room, and knowing Sidney would make things worse, Adeline stepped forward. “There won’t be a body left to find.” 

“How would you know?” Orlov asked.

“I know how the Shelby’s handle business matters, which is why it’s Sidney who has been summoned back to England. Since he’s decided that I go only where he goes, I’m being brought along to ensure no more of Mister Churchill's men go missing. Although,” Adeline paused. “I’d bet four to one that the man, the one who went missing, was a spy. And not one of yours.” 

“Then I suppose he did us a favor. In either case, it made some members of Section D concerned. There had been discussions about eliminating the problem.” 

Sidney moved to the sideboard and poured himself a drink. “Shelby’s aren’t easy to kill. Like cockroaches.” 

Her eyes narrowed. That sounded far too close to a confession. She suspected he was the mysterious hand moving the pieces in Birmingham, and the more time she spent time with him, the more convinced she was that he was responsible for…everything. She’d never been free of him. She wanted to be offended about the cockroach comment on the boy’s behalf, but Sidney had a point. Like her, they were a stubborn sort, too foolish to die. Even Arthur had been unable to take his own life. They all beat the odds in France. Fucking Shelby's. 

“Which is an admirable trait given the nature of the mission. It’s dangerous, and no one can be sure about the loyalty of any of the players on the board,” Sidney said. “Most of Section D want me eliminated.” 

“Good to know they’re not all fools then,” Adeline said, smirk on her face. 

“Oh do be quiet.” 

Adeline laughed. “Relax, Sidney. I’ll protect you from the mean men of Whitehall. If anyone’s going to kill you, it’s going to be me.” 

“You’d be wise to exercise caution when dealing with the men of Section D. They hold powerful positions, and are not accustomed to being ignored, disobeyed, or questioned,” Orlov cautioned. 

“How do they feel about breathing?” Adeline asked as she walked back to her chair. “I’m quite happy to kill them if they’re too bothered by being ignored, disobeyed, and questioned.” 

Orlov let out a deep sigh. “I do hope Churchill understands what he is doing with all of this.” 

“I’m sure he doesn’t, but he thinks he does. Not to mention all of this must be done hush hush. Can’t have the British getting their hands dirty. Not yet, at any rate,” Sidney said. 

“Yes, well,” Orlov said, flustered. He tugged on the bottom of his jacket. “That’s not any of my concern. I’m here to see you both to the station. We’ve you both booked on the next train to Calais.”

Adeline frowned. “Bloody France.”

“I do hope you know what you have done, my dear Arke,” Sidney said once Orlov left. 

“I’ve done many things, sweetheart,” Adeline replied. “Most of them seem to upset you, so forgive me if I ask for a few additional details before I answer.” 

Reaching over to the small side table, she took another cigarette and lit it. As the smoke billowed in the space between them, she waited him out. 

“You know damn well I’m referring to Thomas Shelby working with Winston Churchill.” 

Adeline scoffed as she flicked some ash from the tip of her cigarette. “I doubt very much that anyone works with Mister Churchill, but even if they did, I would be the last person on earth to encourage such foolishness. You’ve seen to it that I’ve had no contact with him or Alfie for the past two years.” 

She swallowed thickly. The ache in her chest at the thought of him, of them, hadn’t lessened over time. The small missives she’d managed to exchange with Michael, with Isaiah made the pain of missing them worse. She’d been careful about her correspondence with them; any letter from them was quickly read, and turned into ash before returning to the manor. Being this far away from every useful contact she had made any sort planning a nightmare, but she hadn’t lived this long by remaining idle. Wait, pet. Waitin’ and learnin’ will help you in the end, Alfie’s wisdom never far from her ear. 

“If Tommy’s made a mess of your plans, he’s done it without any assistance from me.” 

Sidney crossed the room. He braced his hands on the arms of the chair she sat in, looming over her. She met his gaze, fighting the urge to lift her chin in defiance. Had she grown to hate his face more since they’d been here? She knew the ridiculous mustache he wore made her want to shave him while he slept. At least his didn’t smell like Campbell’s had. Her nose wrinkled at the thought. Yet Sidney could be pleasant. She’d not fallen into his bed during the war by accident. In moments, she found herself nearly fond of him. The feeling would would pass nearly as quickly as it arrived and she’d once more fantasize about removing his toes with a handsaw. 

“I wonder,” Sidney mused, as though speaking to himself. “Have you learned to lie, my dear? Did your time with the lowlifes up north manage to teach you the one lesson I failed at?” 

She continued to look at him without speaking. Allow him to find his own answers, to draw his own, likely incorrect, conclusions. Would lying have been an easier answer? A quick assurance that yes she had been the hand responsible for his current predicament? The lie would make a certain sort of sense given their acrimonious relationship. Part of her wished she had been the one who caused this distress, but she’d never have endangered Tommy by placing him directly in Churchill’s path. Foolish man. Fucking Shelby's. 

“If I had learned to lie, why would I waste it on this? I’d hardly lie to make your life easier.” 

Sidney’s lips pulled into a smile, but the humor didn’t reach his eyes. Adeline brought the cigarette back to her lips, wondering if it was too early in the day for a drink. 

“It hardly matters now,” Sidney said. He took the cigarette from her fingers and brought it to his lips. “Churchill has insisted we go to Birmingham.” 

Adeline tried not to smile. Tommy.

“Oh, don’t look so pleased, my dear.” He turned to ash the cigarette. “I don’t think the reunion will be quite as happy as you think.”

Sidney took her hand in his. “You’ve worn his ring, played virgin for the two years you’ve been apart.” 

Adeline snatched her hand away, wishing she could kill him with a look. She hated the part of herself that wondered not if but how long it took for Tommy to have someone else warming his bed. Maybe it would be May. Perhaps even Lizzie, but she doubted the woman would take the risk. 

“Even knowing the type of man your Thomas Shelby is, you barely let me touch you.” 

“We both know it’s not Thomas fucking Shelby who keeps me from touching you.”

When his face settled into a smug, self-satisfied look Adeline wanted to slap herself for falling into his trap. He always found new ways to unsettle her. 

“Does he know?” Sidney paused. 

Adeline met his gaze because while she likely would not win this particular war, she refused to give ground so early in the game. She raised an eyebrow, even as she felt the bottom drop out beneath her. 

“Of course you didn’t. You’re smart. I looked into him, into all of them when I realized where you’d hidden. The Shelbys are quite family-orientated. Traditional in that sense, if in none other. Even if he’s not taken another woman to his bed, will he want you back in his when he finds out?”

Adeline looked away, placed her hand on her stomach. 

“I’m surprised the woman, Polly is it? Hasn’t figured it out yet,” Sidney continued as he moved back from her, tone deceptively uninterested. “She’s a witch, isn’t she? Some sort of gypsy foresight?” 

“If Polly’s figured it out, she’s made no mention of it to me, or to any of the boys.” 

Sidney nodded, as though he’d settled something in his mind. He gestured to where her hands still hovered protectively, if uselessly above her stomach. “Has he never asked about the scar?”

Adeline squeezed her eyes closed. Pushing herself from the chair, moving past him to stand near the window, she took a moment to breathe. Her eyes fluttered closed. 

“Which one?” she asked, voice calm even as a storm of emotions threatened to overwhelm her. “Thanks to you, thanks to the opportunities you provided for me, I have quite an impressive collection of scars to chose from. Thomas and I haven’t spent our time together discussing each scar adorning our bodies.” 

“Convenient,” Sidney said. “You’ve always been a clever girl.” 

Her eyes heavy with pain, and regret, she met his mud-brown eyes. “Not clever enough. Least, not when it matters.” 

“My dear,” Sidney said as he crossed the room. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he leaned in, their foreheads touching. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. Not many would have survived as you have.” 

“Aye,” Adeline nodded her head.

He pulled her into a tight embrace, and she wanted to resist him, but. With so many of her weaknesses exposed, she needed someone’s arms around her and his were the only ones available to her. Later. As she always did, she’d bide her time. When the moment presented itself, she’d tear his arms from his body.

“I don’t have many regrets in my life. A man in my profession can’t afford such things, as you know, but if I did have one regret, Arke, it would be that day.”    

Tears stung the corner of her eyes. “Damn you, Sidney.” Her fingers dug into his shoulders.

“It’s funny,” her voice was barely above a whisper. “I don’t remember much from that day. Mostly pain. Oh, it was a pain I’d never felt before…just everywhere , all a once. It felt nearly exquisite. Pulsing out of my body.”

She paused, glanced up at him. “And then there was your face. You were scared. Funny, ‘cause I’d never seen you scared before. Made you look smaller - human. Then, I slept. And when I woke up Alfie was there. It’s strange how memory blurs things, distorts them at the edges.”

Needing space, she moved from his arms, and lit another cigarette. It’d been years since she’d thought about that day, about the weeks, the months that followed. “I almost thanked you. You did something one might consider decent, unless they knew you.”

“If they knew you,” she blew a plume of smoke past her lips. “They would understand the truth. You did it so that you didn’t have to deal with it yourself. But. You sent me Alfie. He kept me alive. One way or another, that stubborn Jewish bastard always keeps me alive. Even when I wish he wouldn’t.”

Adeline took a deep breath.

“I think what I hate you for the most is that you proved my mother correct. I think of her from time to time. Usually when my life is in shambles, and I’m at my absolute worst. She’d appreciate knowin’ that. And still, I can’t help but agree with her in believing that it was a blessing. That’s what my mother would have called it. A blessing .”

She glanced over her shoulder and scoffed. “Not you. You’re still an utter bastard. But us? Parents? You as a father? Me as a mother? Neither of us has any business being either. So I think in life’s own twisted way it did us a favor. Took away the opportunity before we had a chance to fuck it up. To fuck her up.” 

Adeline flicked ash from her cigarette. “Did I ever tell you it was a girl? Not that it mattered then. Suppose it matters even less now.” 

She envied Tommy his ability to close to the door on the war, and for a time, she’d done a decent job of shoving this particular part of her past into a deep, dark recess of her mind. But, now she was forced to remember. It hadn’t all been pain. For two minutes and twenty-six seconds, she’d been a mother. In her arms, she’d cradled the smallest, most perfect child she’d ever seen. 

“You seem to have a deft enough hand at being a mother to the children of Small Heath. As I understand it, they adore you.” 

Adeline scoffed. Sidney found the oddest ways to pay her a compliment. “Mothering aspiring gangsters is simple. One might say I have a unique perspective on how to go about such a thing.”

“You were meant for so much more than life as a gangster’s wife, my dear Arke.” 

Adeline smiled, felt it bite into her psyche. “Perhaps, but whatever my life holds, know this. It won’t include you. When he believed himself to be winning, to have the upper hand, I promised Campbell I’d kill him. I’m a woman of my word, as you bloody well know. So I make you a promise now, Sidney. You’ll be in hell to greet me when my time comes.” 

Part 5

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Unique Model 17 German Contract pistol.

This particular pistol has a mottled appearance to the finish, as if it was once wrapped in tape and plastic and put aside for many years. Although the German Waffenamt proof mark survives on this pistol, the serial number has been ground off. Old guns pass through many hands, not all of them clean or honest. This one conjures images of the revolver prepared to be untraceable and used by Michael Corleone in the Godfather.

This pistol with the defaced serial number was lent to me so that I could take pictures and research the gun. The gun was then returned to the owner, who I advised should turn the gun over to the police. It is a misdemeanor to own a gun which has the serial number removed and a felony to sell one.

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THE NIGHT WATCH, 1642 by REMBRANDT VAN RIJN

The group portrait, often called a "corporation portrait" was uniquely DUTCH and was oftentimes as enormous as a modern billboard. REMBRANDT painted this large canvas between 1640 and 1642 on commission for the musketeer branch of a civic militia, a wealthy segment of AMSTERDAM society.

Any of the members could be assigned to guard gates, police the streets, put out fires and maintain order. Their presence was also required at parades for visiting royalty and other festive occasions. Rather than using the accepted standard convention of a stately and formal pose, such as lining up in rows or sitting at a banquet, he presented a bustling, and semi-confused scene of members in preparation for an event.

There was no set standard for dress in the militia, so the outfits could be quite elaborate. CAPTAIN COCQ, a law school-educated and prosperous by marriage citizen, is elegantly dressed in black with a large lacy collar and deep red sash trimmed with gold around his chest.

CAPTAIN VAN RUYTENBURCH, from a family of grocers, has a more dazzling costume: a stunning golden coat made of yellow leather ornamented with fancy French bows and rich patterns, complimented by gloves and CAVALIER riding boots with spurs.

As with other group paintings, REMBRANDT incorporated details that defined the identity and purpose of its members. For example, to the viewer's left behind the men is a small female figure, also highly illuminated. She is identified as a mascot, carrying the main symbols of the group: the claws of a dead chicken which represent a defeated enemy, a pistol representing the klover, their main weapon, and one golden drinking horn.

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Krunker.io: THE BEST Guide to Playing and Winning

Krunker.io is a popular first-person shooter game that is gaining a lot of traction in the gaming community since its release in 2018. The overall game offers fast-paced gameplay, a variety of weapons and equipment, unique maps, and a thriving competitive scene that means it is a favorite among FPS enthusiasts. In this website post, we'll take a closer look at Krunker.io, including its gameplay mechanics, weapons and equipment, maps, and tips to help you improve your gameplay and become a high player. Gameplay Mechanics Krunker.io's gameplay mechanics are simple and easy to understand, making the overall game accessible to both seasoned FPS players and newcomers to the genre. https://aaaseller.com/dlc-call-of-duty-black-ops-iii-guide.html use the WASD keys to go around the map and the mouse to aim and shoot. Players may also switch between weapons utilizing the number keys. The game features several game modes, including Free-for-All, Team Deathmatch, Capture the Flag, and more. In Free-for-All mode, players compete keenly against each other to obtain the most kills, while in Team Deathmatch, two teams compete keenly against each other to have the most kills. Capture the Flag requires players to capture the opposing team's flag and bring it back to their very own base to score points. Weapons and Equipment Krunker.io offers a wide selection of weapons and equipment, each using its own strengths and weaknesses. Weapons range between pistols and assault rifles to sniper rifles and rocket launchers, giving players plenty of options to customize their loadouts. Along with weapons, Krunker.io also features equipment that may give players an advantage in gameplay. Included in these are stuff like grenades, mines, and medkits, which is often used strategically to gain an advantage over opponents. Maps

Krunker.io includes a selection of maps, each with its own unique layout and gameplay mechanics. Some maps are designed for close-quarters combat, while some are more open and show long sightlines. Players must figure out how to adapt to the various maps and utilize them to their advantage to achieve gameplay. Tips and Tricks Here are some guidelines to help you improve your gameplay in Krunker.io: Master movement mechanics: Movement can be an important aspect of Krunker.io gameplay. Players must learn to move quickly and decisively in order to avoid enemy fire and gain an edge over their opponents. Practice wall-jumping, sliding, along with other movement mechanics to go quickly and smoothly round the maps. Customize loadouts: Krunker.io offers a selection of weapons and equipment that players may use to customize their loadouts. Experiment with different weapons and equipment to find the loadout that is most effective for your playstyle. Use cover: Cover is vital in Krunker.io, especially in maps with long sightlines. Use cover in order to avoid enemy fire and gain an advantage over opponents. Aim for the top: Headshots deal more damage than body shots in Krunker.io. Aim for the head to remove opponents quickly and efficiently. Stay aware of surroundings: Krunker.io gameplay is fast-paced, and players must stay aware of their surroundings at all times. Keep an eye out for enemies and become prepared to react quickly. Play as a team: In team game modes, playing as a team is vital to success. Talk to teammates and interact to attain objectives and remove opponents. Practice regularly: Like any other game, Krunker.io requires practice to improve. Play regularly to hone your skills and enhance your gameplay. Krunker.io Competitive Scene Krunker.io includes a thriving competitive scene, with players from around the globe competing in tournaments and leagues. The game's popularity has led to the creation of several competitive organizations, including the Krunker Pro League and Krunker Esports, which host regular tournaments and events. To compete at a high level in Krunker.io, players must master the game's mechanics and develop strategies to outmaneuver and outplay their opponents. A number of the top players in the overall game are recognized for their exceptional aim and movement skills, in addition to their ability to make quick decisions and adjust to changing situations. For those interested in competing in Krunker.io, there are many resources available to help improve gameplay and interact with the city. The game's official Discord server is a fantastic place to speak to other players, find teammates, and stay updated on the latest news and events. Additionally, several content creators and streamers regularly produce Krunker.io content and offer tips and advice for improving gameplay. Conclusion Krunker.io is really a fast-paced and exciting first-person shooter game that provides a variety of weapons, equipment, and maps to explore. Its simple gameplay mechanics and thriving competitive scene make it a popular choice among FPS enthusiasts. With practice and dedication, players can hone their skills and become top players in the game. Whether you're a seasoned FPS player or new to the genre, Krunker.io offers a fun and challenging experience that's sure to keep you returning for more.

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Safety and Style: Choosing the Best Concealed Carry Leather Biker Vest

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Safety and Style: Choosing the Best Concealed Carry Leather Biker Vest

The Ultimate Guide to Concealed Carry Leather Vests: Top Features and Reviews

A concealed carry leather vest is more than a fashion statement; it’s a functional gear for individuals who value safety and style. Leather vests have evolved from rugged cowboy clothing to a stylish, valuable item. This evolution has created diverse designs with characteristics tailored to concealed carry. In this niche industry, there are many possibilities, making the selection process exciting and complicated.

A concealed carry leather vest conceals and allows rapid access to a firearm while remaining unobtrusive. Manufacturers cleverly included compartments and holsters to keep weapons secure and hidden from the untrained eye. Searching for the perfect vest goes beyond concealment.

Leather vests vary in toughness and elegance due to their nature. Superior leather, craftsmanship, and design separate outstanding from mediocrity. Full-grain or top-grain leather makes premium leather vests that last and age well. Stitching and finishing details affect the vest’s performance and appearance.

Comfort is crucial for long-term vest wearers. The inside lining, leather weight, and fit are essential. A hefty or poorly fitted vest can hinder movement and draw attention, thwarting concealed carry. However, a well-designed vest is flexible and fits the wearer naturally. Side laces or stretch panels can match different body types and preferences for a snug, comfortable fit.

A concealed carry leather vest’s adaptability and weapon concealment determine its practicality. Many vests have multiple pockets for daily needs, letting the wearer move without bags or pouches. This vest’s pockets are strategically laid out and accessible to improve functionality without compromising its clean silhouette.

Customization of concealed carry leather vests shows the vest’s owner’s personality. Personal touches like leather color and texture, hardware, and custom embroidery make each vest unique. This customization includes concealing features, with some manufacturers allowing holster size and placement to be customized by pistol type.

Choosing involves navigating the multitude of reviews and testimonies. Concealed carry enthusiasts’ firsthand accounts shed light on these vests’ performance. These storylines generally emphasize hidden details like the vest’s performance in varied temperatures, the firearm’s accessibility, and the leather and hardware’s durability.

Despite the variety, several brands and models stand out for their high quality, innovative features, and flawless design. These vests provide concealment and comfort while elevating the wearer’s experience with excellent craftsmanship and visual refinement.

The search for the perfect concealed carry leather vest is personal and practical. It’s about choosing a friend that matches the wearer’s individuality and lifestyle, not just a garment. The ideal vest conceals a weapon and exudes confidence and preparation, reflecting the ethos of carriers.

The leather vest’s growth shows how tradition and innovation merge as the concealed carry movement grows. The best concealed carry leather vests blend style, usefulness, and personal expression. In this ever-expanding market, the quest for the perfect vest is a trip of exploration that leads to a deeper awareness of one’s needs and tastes.

Legalities and Practical Advice for Leather Vest Concealed Carry

Wearing a concealed carry leather vest is a statement of personal safety and responsibility, not just fashion. This decision is empowering, but legal and practical factors must be considered. Each state and, in certain circumstances, municipality has its own concealed carry laws, making the legal environment as varied as the country itself. Any person wanting to carry concealed must first navigate this intricate web of rules, especially in a leather vest, which may be more difficult.

Understanding and following local and state regulations is crucial. Permit procedures, forbidden areas, and ‘ must inform’ rules might affect a concealed carrier’s daily life. You must get a permit and be abreast of legislative changes, which might change with politics. This vigilance keeps concealed carrying legal, protecting the carrier from legal issues.

A leather vest as a concealment garment requires special considerations. The vest should meet concealing laws in design and function. Certain jurisdictions may define ‘concealed,’ which can affect vest style. A vest with a firearm print may be illegal in some places. Choosing a vest with concealment features like specialized pockets or built-in holsters that hide the weapon is vital.

Carrying a leather vest requires consideration beyond legality. The vest should allow quick and safe firearm draw in an emergency. Comfort must be matched with functionality because a tight or loose vest might hamper movement and draw attention, disclosing the concealed weapon. The trendy material should also consider the wearer’s climate and everyday activities. Leather is sturdy and attractive, but it may not be suitable for all weather situations, impacting carry comfort and utility.

Sharing experiences with other hidden carriers will help you understand leather vest carrying. Forums, social media, and local clubs have experienced members who can advise on legal issues and the best vests. These networks are also a terrific resource for maintaining current law changes and exchanging techniques for handling the hurdles of concealed carry.

Carrying concealed requires regular training and practice, regardless of the garment. It is crucial to draw the firearm from the vest and understand ethical gun handling. Concealed carry training can provide individualized guidance and practice to improve safety and effectiveness. These seminars generally delve deeper into concealed carry law, preparing learners to navigate the legal terrain confidently.

Personalizing the concealed carry leather vest to the carrier’s lifestyle and tastes might make carrying easier and lawful. Custom vest modifications like adjustable holsters or concealing compartments can secure and conceal the firearm. Customizing the vest to the wearer’s size and shape enhances comfort and accessibility, making daily carry easier.

Carrying a hidden handgun in a leather vest is a big decision that shows self-defense and a willingness to navigate legal and practical issues. From careful vest selection to continual training and legal compliance, concealed carry is a responsible and prepared lifestyle. People with the knowledge select it to protect themselves and their loved ones securely and legally. Leather vests are more than clothes on this journey; they are statements of intent and companions in the everyday practice of a fundamental right.

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calisthenics program - Energyelite

It is vital to notice that fitness encompasses a lot greater than weight lifting and long-distance running – it, in reality, refers to your frame’s capacity within itself. Enter the calisthenics program an intense but user-pleasant exercising form to develop one’s muscle groups, strength, and flexibility using truly one’s very own body weight. Are you prepared to go into the area of body transformation in calisthenics? Let’s build comprehensive software as a way to screen the whole lot you want if you want to attain achievement.

Understanding Calisthenics program The phrase “calisthenics” derives from the Greek “kalos” and “stheonas”, which in Latin method beautiful strength. It is a form of exercise that is most effective for your body weight in resistance. It isn’t the most effective push-ups and pull-America but it involves quite a few other actions that include dips, squats, lunges, planks, and so on. Calisthenics sticks out due to its flexibility — it can be tailor-made in the direction of the wishes of a beginner, in addition to a professional athlete.

Crafting Your Calisthenics Program

Assessing Your Fitness Level

However, before you soar into this, you want to be sincere with yourself approximately where you’re at health-wise. This makes it possible for one to set reasonable goals without causing harm at the preliminary stages of the evaluation method. Establish a baseline by way of testing your energy, flexibility, and persistence degree.

Setting Goals

The key element in any fulfillment tale is the intention placing. Ensure they’re unique, measurable, conceivable, relevant, and time-sure (SMART) for smooth monitoring of improvement.

Designing the Program

Warm-up: Do small, dynamic stretches and a bit of warm-up before leaping in.

Skill Development: Practice actions similar to squats, pull-ups, and push-ups. Focus on form and method.

Strength Building: Move on inside the subsequent degree, and upload circuit education. Focus on precise muscle groups.

Flexibility and Mobility: Add stretching and mobility exercises to grow your range of motion and keep away from accidents.

Rest and Recovery: Give ample time for resting days to your frame muscle tissues to recuperate, build, and heal.

Sample Calisthenics Routine

Day 1: Upper Body

Push-ups: three sets x 12 reps

Pull-ups: 3 units x eight reps

Dips: 3 units x 10 reps

Day 2: Lower Body

Squats: three units x 15 reps

Lunges: Each leg does 10 reps in 3 sets.

Calf Raises: three units x 20 reps

Day 3: Core and Flexibility

Planks: 3 units x 30 seconds

Leg Raises: 3 units x 12 reps

Stretching: Fifteen minutes of weight training using large muscular tissues

Essential Tips for Success

Consistency is Key: Remain on course together with your ordinary, but push yourself slowly but surely.

Proper Form Matters: Use training strategies that lessen damage dangers whilst maximizing gains.

Nutrition and Hydration: Eat wholesome foods, drink water, and exercise frequently.

Listen to Your Body: When the need arises, relax and do not paint via pain.

Progression and Variation

The thrill of continuous self-improvement and exploration of modern actions makes Calisthenics enormously captivating. However, for each initial mastery of calisthenics plan superior options may be practiced. For instance, going forth, flow from easy push-ups. To diamond push-user switching from general squats to pistol squats is full of recent dimensions of problem making the muscle mass continually at the alert country for improvement.

Overcoming Plateaus

It is unavoidable for one to attain a plateau at any point of undertaking an exercise. Include different exercises, more reps and sets, fewer rest breaks, and also incorporate isometrics. Additionally, you can consider discovering intricate ones such as muscle-ups or handstands to rekindle your advancement.

Mobility and Flexibility

Calisthenics mainly deals with strength but the focus should also be placed on mobility and stretching. These include incorporating yoga-styled movements or specific stretches to increase the range of motion, decrease the risk of injury as well and add strength using calisthenics.

Mind-Body Connection

However, calisthenics gives more than simply physical advantages—it strengthens the thoughts-frame connection. Cultivating consciousness in workouts through attention to shape, stability, and controlled motions. However, it extends outdoor exercise activity because it increases recognition, accurate stance, motor skills, and average body recognition for the duration of normal sports.

Community and Support

It’s a wholesome, thriving calisthenics community. Joining online boards, social media organizations as well and local meet-americaalso can also be another way of motivating everyone and sharing understanding.

Adapting to Challenges

Calisthenics could be very flexible and bendy. Its practice wants a minimum of no gadgets, making it one of the quality exercises that may be practiced practically in any vicinity. The adaptability of this program makes it best for a journeying person or those who can not benefit from getting the right of entry to a gymnasium or are seeking out an exercise that surpasses physical boundaries.

Tracking Progress

Progress tracking is critical in each health program. Keep a correct report of your exercising, degree overall performance metrics, and take before and after photographs at appropriate durations so you can see how lots your frame has modified. Secondly, it performs the position motivation which tells you who you had been and who you are now.

Final Thoughts

A calisthenics routine is more than exercise, it’s about the usage of your entire frame as a tool for overall fitness. It is going beyond normal education, helping people develop energy, and flexibility, in addition to mental longevity. Let calisthenics remodel your general method of fitness, and include the procedure.

Conclusion

It is more than a training session, it’s far lifestyle style with admiration for bodies strong or vulnerable, flexible or rigid. This holistic approach is right for assisting one to reap a stronger and bendy body with the calisthenics training program. In your calisthenics trip, you have to be happy; experience it, appreciate the gains, and relish the change in frame and mind.

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Navigating the High Seas: Tips and Tricks for Becoming a Legendary in New Pirate Games

Becoming a legendary expert in Pirate Legend enables game lovers in Sea of Thieves to render more benefits. It is one of the hottest games ruling on the internet, loaded with high-quality features and benefits. Participants who have completed the grind will be rewarded with access to a unique area, new shops, and loads of exciting challenges that other players don't have to access. You can play High Seas Free Pirate Games on Android and desktop.

Understanding the mechanics of sailing is crucial. Learn to adjust your sails based on wind direction to maximise speed—experiment with raising and lowering different sails combinations to optimise your manoeuvrability. Let's discuss some highlighting points of the Pirate Ship Game.

Boarding enemy ships is an essential skill. Practice timing your jumps from your ship to the enemy's vessel, and aim to land near their ladder or cannons. Engage in close-quarters combat and use your weapons wisely to overpower and seize control of the ship.

Legendary pirates are known for their vast wealth. Follow maps, riddles, or quests to discover hidden treasures. Explore islands, dive into underwater caves, and be prepared to encounter powerful enemies guarding the loot.

Invest your plunder wisely in ship upgrades. Enhance your vessel's speed, durability, firepower, and storage capacity. The better your ship, the more formidable you'll get a chance to win battles and the more loot you can carry.

To get involved in Pirate Ship Game means raiding other ships and settlements. Seek opportunities to engage in naval combat, raid coastal towns, and plunder merchant vessels. Balance your aggressive tactics with clever strategies to outwit your opponents.

Consider forming alliances with other pirate crews to increase your chances of success. Work together to tackle more significant challenges and share in the spoils. However, remember that treason is a pirate's way, and betraying your allies for personal gain is always an option.

As a legendary pirate, you'll need more than a sharp dagger. Acquire and upgrade various weapons, such as pistols, blunderbusses, and cannons. Unlock special abilities and skills that suit your playstyle, making you deadlier in combat.

The high seas are full of dangers. Always look for enemy ships, deadly storms, sea monsters, or other players seeking to plunder your loot. Keep your cannons loaded, stock up on supplies, and repair your ship regularly.

Observe and learn from seasoned pirates. Watch gameplay videos, read forums, or join communities where experienced players share their strategies and tips. Adopt their techniques and adapt them to your style.

What Are Tips and Tricks To Become Expert Legendary Pirates in Gaming?

Choosing the Right Game

The first step on your journey to becoming a legendary pirate is to choose a suitable game. Look for titles that offer immersive pirate experiences, such as Sea of Thieves or Assassin's Creed: Black Flag. These games provide a vast world rich with pirate lore and thrilling adventures.

Mastering Navigation and Seamanship

To navigate the treacherous waters like a true pirate, you must master the art of navigation and seamanship. Learn how to read nautical maps, use compasses, and understand wind patterns. Knowing how to navigate efficiently will give you a competitive edge and help you locate hidden treasures.

Assembling a Trustworthy Crew

Piracy is rarely a solitary endeavor. Building a trustworthy crew of fellow gamers will significantly enhance your chances of success. Coordinate with your crewmates, assign roles, and communicate effectively to tackle challenging quests and fend off enemy pirates.

Improving Combat Skills

Combat is an integral part of pirate life. Sharpen your sword-fighting skills and practice your marksmanship with firearms. Timing, precision, and strategy are crucial to defeating adversaries and protecting your crew. Embrace both melee combat and ranged attacks to become a formidable pirate warrior.

Mastering Ship-to-Ship Combat

Engaging in ship-to-ship combat is where the heart of piracy lies. Master the art of naval warfare by understanding ship maneuvers, cannon aiming, and boarding tactics. Practice teamwork and coordination with your crew to outmaneuver and overpower rival pirate vessels.

Utilizing Stealth and Subterfuge

Sometimes, stealth and deception are the best way to triumph as a pirate. Learn how to blend in with your surroundings, employ disguises, and utilize the cover of darkness to surprise your enemies. Sneak aboard enemy ships, steal their treasures, and disappear into the shadows.

Exploring Hidden Treasures and Uncharted Islands

The promise of vast treasures drives pirates. Explore the game world meticulously, searching for hidden chests, secret caves, and uncharted islands. Study maps, follow cryptic clues, and solve puzzles to unearth legendary loot that will earn you a place in pirate lore.

Engaging in Player vs. Player (PvP) Encounters

PvP encounters can be intense and rewarding in the world of pirate gaming. Embrace the thrill of facing off against other players, engaging in naval battles, or dueling on land. Learn from each encounter, adapt your strategies, and showcase your skills as a legendary pirate.

Building Your Reputation

A true legendary pirate is known far and wide. Engage in quests and missions that increase your reputation within the game world. Complete tasks for influential factions, aid NPCs in need and leave a lasting impact on the game's lore. The higher your reputation, the more respect and opportunities will come.

Conclusion

Becoming a legendary pirate in gaming requires a blend of skill, strategy, and a thirst for adventure. Following these practical trips, you can confidently sail the virtual seas, amassing treasure and carving your name into the annals of pirate legends. So, embrace the pirate's life, and may the winds of fortune forever be at your back.

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