#( ✖ ¦ ❝ VISION

[jfouler]

reading jamie threads from 2022. either getting really embarrassed or feeling like i'm a literary genius. or both.

i've always been a comedy master tho

[crowsandmurder]

Derek Shepherd Tags and Verses

Derek  ✖ (Aesthetics)

Derek ✖ (Thoughts)

Derek ✖ (Character Development)

Derek  ✖ (Crack)

Derek ✖ (Headcanons)

Derek  ✖ (Photos)

Derek  ✖ (Starter Call)

BIOGRAPHY

Derek Christopher Shepherd was born and raised in New York. He grew up in a family of means, with his father being a renowned surgeon and his mother an artist. His childhood best friend was Mark Sloan, who later had an affair with his first wife. He and younger sister Amelia witnessed their father's murder.

Derek attended prestigious institutions for his medical education. He pursued a degree in medicine, excelling in his studies. Derek specialized in neurosurgery, demonstrating a particular aptitude for surgical procedures involving the brain and nervous system.

After completing his medical training, Derek embarked on a successful career as a neurosurgeon. He gained recognition within the medical community for his exceptional surgical skills, innovative approaches to complex cases, and calm demeanor under pressure. Derek held positions at esteemed hospitals across the country, earning respect and admiration from colleagues and patients alike.

Derek attended prestigious institutions for his medical education. He pursued a degree in medicine, excelling in his studies. Derek specialized in neurosurgery, demonstrating a particular aptitude for surgical procedures involving the brain and nervous system.

Derek embarked on his medical career, establishing himself as a skilled neurosurgeon. He gained recognition within the medical community for his exceptional surgical skills and innovative approaches to complex cases.

Derek married Addison Montgomery, a talented surgeon, early in his career. Their marriage faced challenges, including Addison's infidelity and the strain it placed on their relationship.

Derek accepted a position at Seattle Grace Hospital, where he became Chief of Neurosurgery. He encountered Meredith Grey, a surgical intern, for the first time, setting the stage for their relationship. Derek and Meredith's relationship evolved from a professional mentorship to a romantic one.

They navigated numerous obstacles, including Derek's lingering feelings for Addison and Meredith's personal struggles. They survived many near-death experiences. Despite breakups and makeups, their love endured, leading to marriage and starting a family together.

Derek continued to excel in his career, pioneering new techniques in neurosurgery. He held leadership positions at Seattle Grace Hospital, earning respect and admiration from colleagues and patients alike. He survived things like plane crashes, shooting and many other things.

Derek's life was cut short tragically in a car accident. His death devastated Meredith and had a profound impact on those who knew and loved him. Derek's legacy lived on through the lives he touched and the contributions he made to the field of neurosurgery.

His memory continued to influence Meredith and others, shaping their personal and professional journeys.

His actual canon bio: HERE, which has more details.

VERSES:

V: An Empire State Sense of Mind [New York Years]

Derek Shepherd, born and raised in New York had his early life there, alongside 4 sisters and best friend Mark Sloan. He married Addison Montgomery there, before leaving it all behind.

V: McDreamy: It's a beautiful day to save lives [Life in Seattle]

Derek Shepherd. McDreamy. Head of Neuro. Chief of Surgery. Director of the Brain Mapping Initiative. Those were all titles, jobs. He spent years in Seattle, finding true love and excelling and becoming one of the world's best neurosurgeons. So many cases and trials and victories. Plus, the frequent near death experiences.

V: I didn't become a doctor because I wanted to be God. [Canon Divergency and AU]

Canon isn't always what works best. Sometimes, AU can be good, as well as divergency from canon.

V: Dying is exhausting [Visions or dream sequences of Derek]

Derek has appeared to Meredith in visions. He may pop up to her or others in dreams or visions.

Faceclaim(s): Patrick Dempsey

[kitten4sannie]

mafia san! always gets what he wants btw, especially when it comes to playing with his favorite toy ♡

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“Look at me, baby, yeah, like that,” San whispers down to you, his breathy voice hardly reaching you past the sound of the loud, crackling fire blazing away behind you within the lavish living room of the estate, though you’re far too focused on the shlick sounds of San’s hand rubbing eagerly along his stiff, dripping cock to really hear what he’s saying to you. He presses a finger into the underside of your chin, tilting it up. “You look like you want something, princess. Use your words, will you?”

“I want to touch you, sir, please let me?” you ask, not even recognizing your own pathetic voice. When did you get this desperate for someone as dangerous as Choi San, the trusted head of the Park Estate? Your legs and feet start to grow numb underneath you from being in that same position for so long, encouraging you to lean forward, resting your head against his bare thigh, your eyes wide and full of need, feeling his muscles contract underneath your cheek as he tossed his head back, his fingers squeezing around the base of his throbbing erection. “I’ll be good, sir, I promise…”

Growing hotter by the second from the raging fire nearby and his pretty plaything quite literally begging on her knees just to put her hands on him, San opened up his heavy fur coat to expose the entirety of his naked body, his pretty tan skin glowing underneath the low light of the room. He gave you a smug sideways smile, angling his cock down to lightly smack it against your heated cheek, making you gasp. “Be good and spit on my cock, then, princess.”

Swallowing down the rest of your dignity, you pursed your lips, letting a few strings of saliva drip down onto the head of his cock, watching him eagerly lube it up, your cunt pulsating like it had its own heartbeat. His curved length was thick and heavy inside San’s slick hand, decorated with prominent veins that all led to the reddened, shiny tip. Your blushing face was mere inches away from it, admiring the way San continued to pleasure himself, from gripping at his swollen balls to running his fingers over one of his perked nipples. Not being able to do anything was simultaneously killing you inside but keeping the fire lit inside your core, and San knew that. That’s why he controlled you in this way.

“Does my pretty doll want to be even prettier for me? Hm? Does she want to be a good toy for me?” San hummed out in between heavy breaths, a few drops of sweat falling off of his jaw and wetting the fur of his coat, all the while thick beads of pre-cum pooled out of his slit and dripped down the swollen head of his cock.

“Yes, please,” you voiced desperately, your dilated eyes flitting from his pulsing cock to his fiery gaze, tears starting to blind your vision from how bad you wanted to taste the saltiness of his pre-cum on your tongue, drool escaping from your parted lips.

Chuckling softly at you, he reached down to slip his fingers into your hair, tugging you towards him just as his moans began to grow louder, taking his time as he painted your beautifully pitiful face with his hot load, making sure not to miss your glistening lips, smearing the last few dribbles of cum over them to finally give you a taste. That’s all it took for you to shudder and fall completely apart before him, falling forward into his bare lap, your mind spinning. You really were his toy, operating only for his own pleasure, which in turn had become your own, somewhere along the way.

San’s eyes resembled crescent moons, his smile only growing wider. He had molded you into the perfect pet.

“That’s my good slut. Now, it’s time to bend over and take what I give you.”

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© kitten4sannie, 2024.

[harumasa-wifey]

➹Happy New Year»———>

✖Asaba Harumasa x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slight spoilers of chap 5(nothing major) Not proofread

Category: fluff

Note:i was inspired by the new official art and wrote this I was supposed to post it last night but I fell asleep while writing,Sorry for the wait.i cannot picture the accurate spot of this pic but I saw one in game I'll post a pic of it later for reference!

“Meet me behind the cafe in lumina square”

This was the last text you had received from him as you left Random play after meeting with the siblings to return the movie you had rented and wishing them a happy New year in advance.

It was New year's eve and thankfully to the deputy chief you all were out and about today. No fighting hollows , No overload paperwork and some extra which asaba adds to you sneakily because he is too lazy to do them.You love him a lot but you wish sometimes he would Stop adding his paperwork on your desk. It can be a great hassle to finish them in time.

Lumina square always makes every New Year a grand one and a beautiful one to look forward to. You made your way to the metro station hurriedly taking the last train of the hour to the lumina square after talking with Nicole and the others in the cunning hares. The metro was full of people like the elderly, the people with their family, the young highschool students and the couples.

The thought of how this year went passes through your mind. The whole incident with the vision cooperation and the chase in the hollow was stressful. Although it hasn't been completely disposed of, you all can rest easy for the holidays. It was thanks to all of the background support everyone made it safely in the end.

Your thoughts came to an end as the mic on the train announced its stop , you got off the train heading out the metro station into the bustling city of New Eridu. There were lights everywhere and it was more crowded than usual, but there was still one place left to visit before you went to meet him.

Meeting the person you love on new year's eve without a gift doesn't sound right to you so here you are.Standing outside the shop while having second thoughts on what to get him. You had made up your mind to feed him some delicious sweets that are being sold around this time of year even though he likes the bitterness now and is not bothered by it.Having something sweet every once a while would definitely not harm him.

As you look around and yellowish star keychain catches your eye with a little Clover inside. There was something that attracted you to it, so without thinking further you had made the purchase and had it warped in a box.

And your next stop was The cafe.

You had made your way over to the cafe with a little pubsec bangboo to help you cross the road. You re-read his message and made your way to the back of the cafe.

There he was standing while leaning against the palisade while holding a small wrapped box in his hand, his attention over to you as he heard your footsteps coming closer.

“Well look who finally decided to grace me with their presence.Took you long enough”

He spoke with a gentle smile on his face as you rushed over to him.

“I am sorry! I was at the Sixth street when I got your message”

He chuckled at her worries about being late.

“Calm down baby, I was just teasing. No need to rush i just got in myself”

You could hear the crowd hushed as the first firework arched into the velvety night sky as he extended his hand holding the gift box his yellow eyes shining in the lights whispering in a soft tone.

“Happy new year”

Your instinct told you to go and hug him so that's what you did, wrapping your arms around his neck particularly throwing yourself over him not to worry he will always there to catch you.

“Happy new year asaba,may we be together in the next one too”

“Don't worry I'll live long” He said locking his lips with yours into a kiss.

[thetreehousechronicles]

OPERATIVE PROFILE

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎… ⋙

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . █▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 𝟏𝟎% ███▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 𝟐𝟎% █████▒▒▒▒▒ 𝟓𝟎% ███████▒▒▒ 𝟕𝟎% ██████████ 𝟏𝟎𝟎%

REAL NAME: Henry Uno NUMBER: Numbuh 1.2 AGE: 11 GENDER: Male ROLE: Supreme Strategist / Field Commander SECTOR: V.2 CURRENT STATUS: Active

PERSONALITY PROFILE

✅ STRENGTHS: ✔ Tactical mastermind – Can predict enemy moves five steps ahead, sometimes before they know what they’re doing. ✔ Fearless under pressure – You could drop him into a warzone, and he’d come out with a victory speech ready. ✔ Charismatic leader – Inspires loyalty in teammates, even when they think his plans are insane. ✔ Master negotiator – Can talk his way out of (or into) any situation. ✔ Unbreakable willpower – Once he sets his mind on something, not even a brainwashing ray will stop him.

❌ WEAKNESSES: ✖ Stubborn as a mule – If he thinks his plan is right, good luck convincing him otherwise. ✖ Hates being compared to his dad – Call him "Numbuh 1 Jr.," and he’ll hold a grudge for life. ✖ Sucker for sour gummy worms – Will absolutely make bad deals if candy is involved. ✖ Can be too confident – Sometimes he jumps into action before considering every consequence. ✖ "Everything is a mission" mentality – Turns everything into an operation, even snack runs.

⚠ WARNING: Engaging in verbal combat with this operative is highly discouraged. You will lose.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

🔹 STRATEGY OVERDRIVE – Comes up with plans so complex that even his team sometimes doesn’t understand them (until they work). 🔹 PARKOUR EXPERT – Navigates rooftops, jungle gyms, and enemy hideouts with ninja-level agility. 🔹 DEBATE WARRIOR – If words were weapons, he'd be the ultimate boss battle. 🔹 NON-LETHAL MARKSMANSHIP – Precision accuracy with KND-issued blasters, spitball launchers, and water balloon mortars. 🔹 MIND GAMES SPECIALIST – Can make villains question their entire career path in less than a minute.

WEAPONRY & GADGETS

🕶 U.N.O. SHADES (Universal Navigating Optics) Description: A high-tech upgrade of his father’s legendary sunglasses, these enhanced specs feature:

Tactical HUD for mission analysis

Multi-spectrum vision (X-ray, night vision, enemy heat signatures)

Lie detector mode (flashes red when adults try to pull "Because I said so")

Auto-recording for blackmail… uh, evidence collection

CLASSIFIED NOTES

🔐 "This kid is going places. Hopefully not straight to KND Supreme Leader status, because we’re not ready for that kind of tactical headache." 🔐 "Gave an entire villainous organization an existential crisis. Still not sure how." 🔐 "If he ever says, ‘Trust me, I have a plan,’ grab the nearest fire extinguisher."

FINAL ASSESSMENT

"A brilliant leader, a tactical nightmare for enemies, and the undisputed king of sarcastic one-liners. His ability to outthink, outmaneuver, and outright roast opponents makes him one of the most formidable operatives in KND history. With a mind as sharp as his wit, he turns even the most impossible missions into victories—but let’s be real, half the time, we’re just holding our breath and hoping he doesn’t outsmart us next. The future of the KND is in good hands—just don’t let him know we said that, or we’ll never hear the end of it."

<< END OF FILE >>

[vuulpecula]

✖ @deficd inquired: 078. from feyd

setting prompts | accepting

↳ 078. at the edge of a cliff overlooking a large lake .

"That," Mistress Grisella pointed one gnarled finger in the direction of the lake. "Is your destination. You don't make it there and, well," she smiled cruelly to herself. "I think we all know what happens." They did. They also knew that she would be all the more delighted if they didn't make it, just as they hadn't with their last two destinations.

From their location atop the cliff, looking down on the lake, it didn't seem that far away. Maybe they would make it, and that torturous long day would end with somewhat full bellies. That is, until Fox spied the small dots laying near the waters edge or just past it. People. So tiny they were little more than specks. The spots in her vision were bigger than them. Her heart sank.

"We aren't going to make it," she half whispered half ground out to Feyd. "That lake is miles away, not one or two or even five." Her knees felt weak, legs already practically jelly after their hike that morning. They were all running on empty or whatever constituted past empty. It was stunning all ten of them had even made it this far--though she was beginning to become suspicious that a few favored students were being given extra water, a protein bar here and there. Was he one of them? The program's golden boy. If he was so golden, why was he here with them? Unless he was a plant placed by Grisella. Someone she had on the inside to feed her anything and everything. She already seemed to know and see all, it wasn't a jump.

"...Did you know that," she asked. Suddenly suspicious and moving away from him and the edge of the cliff. Did they all know? Was this punishment for her--the ever defiant, ever doubting of Grisella's methods. "Did you know that?!" Fox repeated, voice rising, expending even more energy she didn't have.

[veiled-lil-lamb]

MEDICAL RECORD – MAEVE VARRON

ACCESS RESTRICTED TO AUTHORIZED MEDICAL PERSONNEL ONLY.

ANY UNAUTHORIZED ATTEMPT TO VIEW THIS FILE WILL BE LOGGED AND REPORTED.

FILE STATUS: ACTIVE – OPERATIONALLY FIT

LAST UPDATED: [REDACTED]

ATTENDING PHYSICIAN: [REDACTED]

AUTHORIZED REVIEWERS: Task Force 141 Medical Personnel, Commanding Officers

SUBJECT OVERVIEW

NAME: Maeve Varron

CALLSIGN: "Lamb"

RANK: Warrant Officer 2 (WO2)

NATIONALITY: Irish-Norse

DOB: ××. ××. 1994

BLOOD TYPE: O-

HEIGHT: 5'7" (176 cm)

WEIGHT: 147 lbs (67 kg)

EYE COLOR: Dark Gray

HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown

DOMINANT HAND: Right

MEDICAL RECORD STATUS

Maeve Varron brought her medical records from Task Force 777 upon reassignment to Task Force 141.

• Past injuries, treatments, and surgical history have been transferred.

• Certain data points remain classified or redacted, restricting full access.

• Some inconsistencies in past records have been flagged for review.

Medical Officer’s Note:

"The records are detailed but selectively redacted. We have enough to establish her fitness for duty, but I get the sense we’re only seeing what someone wants us to see."

GENERAL HEALTH STATUS

✔ Overall Physical Condition: Excellent – Fit for Active Duty

✔ Cardiovascular Health: Above Average – Consistently Maintains Peak Endurance Levels

✔ Muscle Mass & Strength Assessment: Well-Developed for Covert Operations & Close Quarters Combat (CQC)

✔ Neurological Function: No Abnormalities Detected – Cognitive Processing Speed Above Standard

✔ Reflexes & Coordination: Exceptional – Noted for Split-Second Tactical Decision-Making

✔ Sleep Cycle: Irregular – Subject Exhibits Strategic Sleep Deprivation Tactics (Under Review)

"Despite her operational effectiveness, Varron is known to function on minimal sleep when necessary. Long-term monitoring recommended for potential cognitive fatigue risks."

✔ Vision:

• Left Eye: 20/20

• Right Eye: 20/20

• Night Vision Adaptation: Above Average – Effective in Low-Light Conditions

✔ Hearing: No Notable Impairment

• Demonstrates High Sensitivity to Auditory Cues in Tactical Environments

MEDICAL HISTORY & PREVIOUS INJURIES

📌 Gunshot Wounds (Past & Treated)

Right Shoulder (2017, Classified Operation) – Full Recovery

Left Thigh (2023, Task Force 777) – Muscle Tissue Damage, No Permanent Impairment

📌 Blunt Force Trauma

Concussive Head Trauma (2024, Op. BLACKOUT) – Temporary Memory Disturbance (Resolved)

Rib Fractures (Multiple Incidents) – No Permanent Damage

📌 Knife & Blade Injuries

Laceration – Left Palm (Deep Scar Present, Cause Not Documented)

"Task Force 777 records do not explain this injury. Subject declined to elaborate."

Multiple Small Cuts & Scars – Field Operations Standard

📌 Fractures & Dislocations

Right Wrist Fracture (2019) – Treated & Healed

Left Ankle Fracture (2022) – Full Recovery

📌 Other Notable Injuries

Burn Scarring – Left Forearm (Chemical Exposure, 2021, Details Redacted)

Soft Tissue Damage – Right Knee (2023, Rapid Extraction Incident, Fully Healed)

Medical Officer’s Note:

"Her records show treatment logs but lack detailed incident reports. Either Task Force 777 didn't document these injuries properly, or someone removed the original records before transfer."

SURGICAL HISTORY

• 2017 – Bullet Extraction (Right Shoulder) – Full Recovery, No Mobility Impairment

• 2023 – Deep Tissue Repair (Left Thigh, Post-Operative Monitoring Required for Strain Risks)

• No Internal Organ Damage Recorded

PSYCHOLOGICAL HEALTH ASSESSMENT

📌 Evaluation Panel: Task Force 141 Medical Division, Psychological Analysts

✔ Cognitive Processing Speed: Above Normal – High Situational Awareness

✔ Operational Focus: Exceptional – Minimal Signs of Emotional Distraction in Fieldwork

✔ Adaptive Stress Response: Noted – Maintains Clarity Under Duress

📌 Potential Concerns:

✖ Exhibits High Levels of Psychological Compartmentalization

Demonstrates ability to suppress emotions under operational conditions.

Long-term psychological effects unknown.

✖ Minimal Trust in Psychological Evaluations

Subject is not fully cooperative in self-reporting stress or trauma.

Actively resists profiling attempts, demonstrating awareness of psychological assessment techniques.

✖ Risk of Occupational Burnout

Exhibits tendencies toward self-isolation and prolonged mission engagement without debrief decompression.

No active signs of severe PTSD, but stress fatigue markers require monitoring.

Pyschological Analyst:

"She’s too good at giving us what we want to hear. Whether she’s actually fine or just knows how to fake it is still up for debate." – Psychological Analyst, [REDACTED]

MEDICATIONS & RESTRICTIONS

• Current Prescriptions: None

• Pain Management Protocol: Minimal – Prefers Non-Opioid Treatments

• Allergies: None Reported

• Substance Use: Previously Smoked (No Longer Active)

📌 Medications Taken (Past Use & Field-Issued)

✔ Pain Management (Non-Opioid Preferred)

Ibuprofen (Advil, Motrin) – Minor injuries, inflammation, and muscle strain.

Naproxen (Aleve) – Stronger anti-inflammatory, used after fractures or persistent pain.

Acetaminophen (Tylenol) – Mild pain relief, often used post-mission.

✔ Antibiotics (Post-Injury/Surgery Treatment)

Amoxicillin – Prescribed for infections after deep cuts and gunshot wounds.

Ciprofloxacin – Used for treating serious bacterial infections, likely after a field-related exposure.

✔ Stimulants (Possible Past Use in Task Force 777)

Modafinil (Provigil) – Used to maintain alertness during extended deep-cover operations.

Caffeine Pills – Occasionally taken for temporary focus and energy.

✔ Sedatives (Only Used Post-Injury, Not Habitual Use)

Temazepam (Restoril) – Short-term sleep aid, possibly prescribed after severe concussions.

Diazepam (Valium) – Mild muscle relaxant, could have been used after a serious injury to prevent tension.

✔ Emergency Medications (Issued for Field Use, Not Regularly Taken)

Tranexamic Acid (TXA) – Carried for emergency use to slow heavy bleeding from wounds.

Medical Officer's Note:

"Subject demonstrates an unusual tolerance for pain but rarely requests medication unless necessary."

RECOVERY & REHABILITATION NOTES

✔ Tissue Healing Speed: Normal – No Indications of Abnormal Regeneration

✔ Post-Injury Mobility: Maintained – No Long-Term Restrictions Required

✔ Resilience: High – Noted for Rapid Recovery & Early Return to Duty

📌 Concerns Regarding Self-Reported Pain Tolerance

• Maeve has been noted to underreport pain levels in medical evaluations.

• May delay seeking treatment unless physically incapacitated.

• Recommendation: Routine post-mission check-ups mandatory.

Medical Officer's Note:

"She only comes to us when she has no other choice. If she’s actually complaining about pain, it’s already worse than she’s letting on." – TF777 Medical Officer

ADDITIONAL NOTES & COMMAND RECOMMENDATIONS

• Routine Physical Evaluations Required Every 6 Months.

• Psychological Monitoring Advised – Subject Unlikely to Self-Report Mental Strain.

• Injury Surveillance – Recommend Mandatory Check-Ins Post-Deployment.

FINAL STATUS REPORT

✔ FIT FOR ACTIVE DUTY – No Physical or Psychological Disqualifications.

✔ AUTHORIZED FOR FIELD DEPLOYMENT – Under Command Discretion.

✔ MEDICAL REVIEW PENDING (ROUTINE CHECK-UP SCHEDULED)

FILE STATUS: HIGHLY RESTRICTED

DO NOT DISTRIBUTE WITHOUT EXPRESS AUTHORIZATION.

ANY UNAUTHORIZED ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WILL BE LOGGED AND REPORTED.

[miyakuli]

Kena: Bridge of Spirits

A bridge where the guide loses its way

When I first launched Kena, for a second I thought I'd made a mistake and was watching a Pixar animated film. I almost pulled out the popcorn until the game called me to order. And what a way to start! From the very first minutes, the magic happens and you begin to appreciate the sense of tranquillity that the game exudes. But behind this enchanting vision, we gradually begin to glimpse the flaws in this world, just like the corruption that is spreading. And what if Kena is guiding us down a path that may be pretty, but also thorny?

❤ From the very first minutes of the game, we marvel at the striking panoramas and shimmering colours. The art direction is clearly meticulous, and the transitions between cinematics and gameplay are fluid, almost giving us the impression of an interactive animated film at times.

❤ The soundtrack is not to be outdone. The music is just as magnificent, with soaring orchestral passages and mystical chants. The sound effects also immerse us in the atmosphere of the scenes, from the soothing rustling of leaves to the menacing growls heard in the distance.

+/- Now what can we say about the characters in this world? On the whole, the game's characters are fairly engaging….but they lack any depth and are easy to forget. Secondary characters come and go; their personalities are barely scratched the surface, making them bland figures. And Kena herself isn't much more developed than that, and even if she can bring a little warmth along with her little friends the Rots, it's not enough to make an impact. The dubbing, while decent on the whole, is also rather uneven in my opinion. Some voices sound rather flat and are sometimes don't match the dramatic intensity of certain scenes. +/- The story is intriguing, with its world flirting with fantastic tales… but I don't think it's well exploited. First of all, we dive into it far too quickly, without much context, and its development over time remains too superficial. The game does attempt to address some rather mature themes and pertinent questions about the relationship between humans and nature, but we never really reach the expected emotional peak. +/- Let's talk a little about gameplay now. The world of Kena is full of various puzzles that punctuate our exploration. They are often inventive, with their mechanics linked to the little Rots, and evolve a little over the course of the adventure. But they eventually become repetitive and sometimes require excessive precision with no margin for error, which can become quite frustrating. +/- As for the combat, the Rots mechanic is well thought out, offering a variety of combinations and moves. However, the difficulty increases to such an extent that the peaceful little adventure game suddenly becomes an arduous and rather discouraging challenge, even forcing players to lower the difficulty level against certain bosses in order to progress. Also, you can't lock enemies freely and dodges lack responsiveness, making confrontations even more frustrating.

✖ Although the landscapes are stunning, the exploration isn't quite as exhilarating. The environments are fairly empty and repetitive, the map is confusing and lacks clarity, and the collectibles are mainly cosmetic, so don't give you the motivation you need to explore every nook and cranny. ✖ Finally, the jumping mechanics can be rather annoying, as they often lack precision and are complicated by some poorly managed collisions.

Kena would have made a perfect little animated film. As a game, however, it struggles to strike an effective balance between its zen-like atmosphere and its overly unbalanced gameplay. And while it immerses us in splendid environments, it doesn't quite achieve the emotional depth it's trying to convey. It's a bridge between beauty and frustration, but for a first attempt, Ember Lab is laying a promising foundation, and it's certain that the studio will only be able to consolidate these foundations to build more solid projects in the future.

➡ My Steam page

[swynlake-rp]

“I have no problem working in groups.”

FULL NAME: Simon James Paladino “Gazerbeam” BASED ON: Gazerbeam FACE CLAIM: Up-to-Player PRONOUNS: Up-to-Player BIRTHDAY: Up-to-Player SEXUALITY: Up-to-Player CURRENT STATUS: Open

Character Information

Once Simon James Paladino had dreams of being a superhero– like in the comic books!

Throughout his youth he tried to start several Avengers-type teams, but to no avail

First his super team fell apart due to teamwork issues, then his second group accused him of being a bad leader!

His third attempt got arrested while trying to help out with a bank robbery. The police accused him of obstructing justice and a bunch of other asinine charges.

After serving some time in prison, Simon became jaded with his old dream

But that was before he was recruited for the MAFIA, a radical organization with a vision for a magic-superior world.

Finally, Simon could be the comic book hero of his childhood dreams!

✓ Focused, intelligent, idealistic

✖ Unyielding, stubborn, socially inept

Character Suggestions

None

Current Relationships

None

Possible Relationships

None

Magical Abilities

Optical Lasers: Gazerbeam's superpowers consisted of eye beams that shot if he focused intensely enough on a target. He controlled and intensified the blasts through vision intensity focus lenses in a containment helmet

[kauma-kardia]

"Wait... where's Yukizome?!"

[ ✖ ]

Currant pools formed on the wooden table in front of Issea when the power surged back to life. It drew his gaze up to the golden chandelier that reflected green and gray from the monitors, with a nearly unrecognizable mass causing it to move unnatrually.

Nearly unrecognizable.

"Chisa!"

The light brown hair seemed to sway with a familiar bob that once brought joy brought Issea to retch. As soon as he even thought about moving forward, a crash down upon the table knocked him back onto the floor in surprised. Swiftly followed by disbelief. Despair. Issea couldn't even hear what was being spoken to him by the entity on the screen. Every one of his senses dulled except for his vision; He couldn't possibly look away.

To deny or refute the truth right in front of him, would be a disservice to everything they'd been through together. Issea reached for Chisa's hand, cold but it triggered so many warm memories. The contradiction brought his eyes to flood with tears and he could only feel his chest swell and burn.

He would take what hope she held left in her heart and use it to avenge her. To plan a route to the truth, no matter what it took. To take her spirit with him and give her the proper off-seeing that she deserved. She would live on and love in her place, because that is what she'd do for him. Rest assured.

But for now, all he could do was cry.

[nameless-will]

[ ✖ || @vision-bound-muse ]

"Tongue-tied, already? I haven't even done nothing, yet," Marquez teased, laughing off her initial shock. "But yeah, I said what I said. It don't special eyes to see it; You're bad as hell and I'm digging your style."

"It's Marquez, by the way. You got time right now?"

[rainofchains]

✖ - a repressed memory

A repressed memory.

"Again."

A shock. A sudden drop.

His stomach squeezes, struggling to empty its aching chambers, but there's nothing to expel, nothing that could be causing this pain--

"Again."

A shock. A sudden drop.

He's in. All of a sudden, his vision is quadrupled. Like a broken window, he sees the world in dim and bright shards, sparkling randomly in some unseen light, high above. He is otherwise in a world of darkness.

Searing pain in his head. The locations of the implants burn and burn and he's on the gallows, struggling to force breath through the tubes holding his mouth open. He gags around the intubation and his voice comes out as a high, thin squeak.

"Transferrence signal lost, Executor."

"Come now, my boy. Surely you're stronger than that." The Executor is a pale blue smear. The tears in the boy's eyes muddle his outline, but his eyes, with their fearsome golden glow, pierce into his fluttering heart. With a broad gesture with his great hand, he indicates the shape at the other end of the room.

A metal monster. An insectile nightmare. A creature that, earlier that day, he had seen hauled into the laboratory in a cage. It is sedated now, but only just. It struggles and twitches in its bonds, straining against the staples holding its maw closed.

"Tame this creature," says the soothing, soft voice of the great golden god. "Subdue Sevagoth, and make him the path to your salvation, child. Do not let his savagery control you!"

There's a smile on his face. It is not placid. His voice is calm, but he's full of joy.

"Again."

A shock. A sudden drop.

We feel the hands dragging us down. The voice calling, sweetly and softly, of our mother. Every inch of our skin ripples, twitches, as we feel alien muscle surge with power. The bonds come free easily, like dry weeds. We reach to strike down the god that laughs.

My child. My child.

The Lotus. We wake in her arms. He wakes in her arms. The child wakes in her arms.

"My child," she says softly, "it was only a dream."

[therabidkell]

Here's all the questions I filled out on the Drili, questions from here:

Under a cut because it's long lol.

General Anatomy

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How many limbs do they have? Do they have limbs at all?

4 grasping limbs, 2 walking limbs, 1 balancing limb, and a head.

What kind of body covering do they have, e.g. hair, scales, feathers? How do they clean it? Do they shed this covering constantly, or all at once at certain times? 

They have a calcium carapace, and clean it through allogrooming or a water solution that's similar, they shed different parts consistently over a cycle that allows only one weak spot at a time.

Can they maintain a constant body temperature? If not, how do they deal with changing environmental temperatures? 

Yes, their blood slowly can aclimate to near any tempearture.

What kind of habitat do they live in? Both specific habitat, and broader such as on land vs in water.

They live in forested lake areas, but can live in most environments as long as adequate hydration is available.

What resource(s) is the most necessary and urgent for them? E.g. for many animals, but not all, it’s water.

Water and calcium, Water to keep hydrated and calcium to keep their carapace from getting to weak and collapsing.

What are some common mutations? E.g. eye colours, ability to digest lactose in humans.

Any pigment mutation in eyes, skin, and carapace, ex. Vitiligo, Albinism.

What injuries or illnesses are considered disabling? 

Along with Deafness, Muteness, and Blindness they can have the Inability to digest Calcium as a disability. For Illnesses, along with autoimmune illnesses/disorders they can have a carapace-thinning disorder/illness, which limits calcium processing and makes it difficult to walk and using their limbs.

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Senses

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What senses do they have? E.g. sight, smell, electroreception, etc.

Touch, Taste, Hearing, Partial infrared vision with mainly color vision, Pheromones.

How good are those senses?

Their infrared vision is weaker than their color vision, only highlighting things that are hotter, their taste is there but weak, their other senses are basic with pheromone detection being slightly better.

Which of their sense/s do they use the most in everyday life?

Hearing and pheromones, for communication.

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Movement 

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How do they move? Do they walk, crawl, fly, etc? 

They can walk, crawl, and climb, they mainly walk on two limbs.

What is their speed and endurance like? 

They are ambush hunters endurance is low but speed is high, think cheetahs.

How agile are they? 

They are very agile and can run in short but fast bursts of speed

Do they rely mainly on their own bodies for travel, or do they use pack animals and machines? 

It is not uncommon to walk to train their endurance but often they use vehicles.

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Reproduction and Lifecycle 

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How many sexes are there?

2, male and female.

Are there differences between the sexes (ignoring the reproductive system)? 

Females tend to have slimmer and more flexible tails and males tend to have brighter colors.

Do they have a concept of gender? If so, is gender affected by sex, caste, or some other factor?

They do, gender is influenced by size and sex, making four binary genders. Their heights, excluding disorders, range from 6' to 7'.

How do they attract a mate? Do they release a chemical into the air, do an elaborate display, etc?

Taller Drili are expected to seek out one or two of the opposite sex and go through an elaborate courting process.

How long do they live?

Average lifespan is 100 earth-years.

How are young brought into the world? Live birth, eggs, spores, etc?

Eggs are laid by females.

How much parental investment is there? Are there many young with little investment, or few young with a lot of investment (r vs K strategy)? Or is it somewhere in the middle? 

Little thought are given to where eggs are laid as they can survive harsh conditions, but hatchlings are weak and given tons of care that is slowly lessened until they become adults.

What is the usual structure of childcare? Single or multiple parents/related individuals? Communally raised? 

Best example I can give is wolf pack mixed with lion pride, Parents in 2-6 individuals to groups raise their kids with occasional older family members helping.

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Diet and Foodchain

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What is their diet? Are they carnivores, omnivores, frugivores, insectivores, etc?

They are mainly carnivores.

Is their diet very restricted, or can they have a wide range of foods?

They can eat many foods other than meat, it just won't be as good for them.

How often do they eat? What is the culture around mealtimes, if any?

They eat twice a day, one large meal to sustain them through the day and then a smaller but still large meal to carry them through the night.

If they are hunters themselves, what is their attitude to killing other organisms? Are they respectful? Prideful of their kill? Is it completely trivial? 

It's mostly trivial, but most have the mindset of "it was alive too so treat it well.".

If they are hunters, how do they hunt? Are they solitary or packhunters? Are certain members of the group designated to hunt? 

Certain members of their packs are designated hunters, and those hunters usually go and hunt solo but will occasionally hunt in groups for large prey.

Are the results of foraging or hunting shared, or is it everyone for themself?

All food, even junk foods, are shared.

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Body Rhythms

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How often do they sleep?

One long rest through the night everyday.

What time of the day are they most active? Are they nocturnal, diurnal, crepuscular? 

They are diurnal and are most active right after sunrise after mealtime.

Do they generally sleep for one long period a day, multiple shorter periods throughout, or something in between? 

They can sleep in shorter naps through the day if they wish to be up at night, but most decide culturally for one long rest.

Do they have any biological processes that disrupt their life e.g. moulting, reproductive cycles, etc?

Molting is disruptive but mostly just annoying, mating season is a big one but in modern times can be repressed.

If yes, how does their society accommodate for these processes? Does it accommodate them at all?

Molting can be a solo thing but most often friends and family may help an individual, during mating season some jobs may let workers go on a break but most often when not wanting to reproduce the populace takes medicine to repress it.

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Communication

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What is their main method of communication? Sound, visuals, scent, etc? Think about their main sense and how this would affect communication.

Their main method of communication is auditory, but they use pheromones to communicate tone and emotion in their language .

What is their body language like? What small moving parts might aid their body language?

They are very tactile, personal space is trivial to friends and family, to strangers they're more closed off but still friendly. Antennae, secondary arms, and mandibles all work in providing smaller details as they speak in aid with pheromones.

If they have multiple methods of communication, are they all given equal weight, or is one considered higher than others?

Auditory speaking is higher over pheromones, and pheromones are higher over body language.

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Society

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How sociable are they?

They are a very social species.

How are disputes usually settled? Is it more common to be violent or appease the other party? 

Disputes are usually settled by getting someone completely unrelated to the situation to come up with something to appease both parties.

What is the usual size of a community? Do they have communities at all? 

Communities can very vastly in size, it all depends on how many at the top of the order chose to stick together. The lowest a community can be is some parents(2-4) raising the min amount of kids(4) to the largest being multiple groups of parents(2-6) with some of their birthfamily membersraising the max number of kids(10). And that's not bringing into considering bringing friends and adoptive members into the mix.

On the spectrum of individualistic to community-oriented, where do they fall?

Right in the middle, they like individuality but definitely value community values.

Do they have names? If yes, how are these names formed? Are they given by another party or chosen by the individual?

When hatched they are given a name by parents, but once they reach adulthood they are given the option to keep their name or change it.

Do they produce art? What are their main forms of artistic expression? Think about how this will be linked to their main sense(s), communication method, and/or primary manipulators.

They love music, be it raw vocals or only instruments their cultures are rich with music, like how Humans constantly draw and mark where they can Drili constantly make music and share that music to whoever they can.

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[harumasa-wifey]

Could I request Harumasa getting hugs from his partner to cure his sadness?

➷Sweet Dreams♡

✖Asaba Harumasa x gn!Reader

Warnings: No proofread. Just fluff and lots of kissing and a bit of chaos.

Note:I am sorry fellas for disappearing like that. I have an important upcoming exam which will determine my next course of life and i have been very busy preparing for it i am thankful for everyone reading this i am Posting this 3 hours before my class and i haven't slept.WE RUN ON COFFEE!Comment here if you wanna be added to tags on my next post

Tags: @pasuteruwu

Today was very cruel to him. Well scratch that every day at work is cruel to him only he knows how he escaped the overtime today, it takes skill to skip all this work!

Everyone has been working hard to clean up the message in the pale hollow so he should do his part too, now that everything has come to an end he can finally have a day off and see his beautiful partner, who must have already gone to their shared apartment by now.

Ever since he has brought asaboo into house it's an Chaos with his cat.They seem to be always chasing each other, well mostly it's his cat chasing but sometimes the roles do get reversed, asaboo’s favourite spot of taking a nap is besides the window on the bedroom anytime of the day is good for him, so he would not be surprised by view he might get after he enters into the house and he definitely would swipe some pictures.

“I am home!” he announced his arrival cheerfully making his way inside, it felt nice to have someone waiting for you, someone you love.

To his surprise it was rather quiet as he stepped in the house removing his shoes and he went into the living room, the movie on the tv was on pause as the viewer was dozing off on the couch, given their position you must have been waiting for him, but his attention was very much caught by the bangboo sleeping on your lap hogging the place for himself.

Oh as much he didn't want to interrupt you and be by your side quietly, his cat had other plans. His gaze flicked from the cat on the floor who looked ready to pounce on the bangboo sleeping without a single worry of the world.

“EHH-NAAA” There is it , the loud screech of asaboo as he got back on his feet after being scratched by the cat. You jolt awake from your sleep,hitting your head with his.

“Ouch ouch ouch” you ignored the pain on your forehead and looked at the man who had now dramatically fallen on the carpet from the impact.

“Ah my vision, the world is spinning. Only if there was any beautiful and kind person out there who would help me”

“Seriously haru. You could have wake me up”

As you voice out your concern and helping him sit back up while those two did a chaotic chase around the house.

“Now now what kind of boyfriend would I be , to wake up my beautiful partner from their sleep, you should take some notes and join me for extra sleep in the mornings”

“So you can be late to work? Yeah nice try but sorry i cannot be late”

These was the fourth round these two were making around you both, you held out your head gently placing your fingers on the cats forehead stoping it from running further as asaboo hides behind you wiping his non-existance sweat while voicing out his complains which you couldn't understand, to say it was just as dramatic as the real him.

“That's enough from you two. Both of you can't go a day without chasing eachother, can you?”

The duo just looked down cutely hoping to achieve your forgiveness with that act.

“Yeah, listen to your mother” said the guy who was now laying on your lap instead, not that you'll ever mind.The duo made their peace and went back to thier perspective places.

You look down on your lap gently brushing his hair off his face.

“As if thier dad ever listens to me”

“Heyy now what's with the false accusations, i can't go a day without you, ya know it” he said while gently holding your hand and placing a soft kiss on your fingertips. Your frown was now replaced with a gentle smile.

“Are you planning to sleep on the floor tonight?”

“Well if you do whose am i to refuse”

“Well as I don't plan too you should get up” you said as you get up and he follows behind.

“Hours since i have been home and not a single kiss , i guess my death is written today”

“sir it's been roughly twenty minutes since you have entered.” strong arms warp around your waist from behind with his face nuzzled on your shoulder.

“ twenty minutes feels like twenty hour's without you.” Suddenly you felt his hands move down , a light yell escaped your lips as he strated tickling you.

“Ha! Haru stop” you hear him laugh behind you taking the chance to push him on the bed, it was your turn now.

After a minute of laughing and trying to overthrow each other he ended up nuzzling his face on your neck with his arms wrapped around.

“I am sooo tired” he whispered, taking a sigh to relax while your hands rub his scalp particularly wooing him to sleep, He looked up at her with drowsy eyes.

“Aren't you forgetting something?”

“Hmm, and what would that be?”

“Come on now! Your poor sick boyfriend has been working all day long, have some pity”

“Ah yes, such an unfortunate event let me make it up to you hm?” You said as you lean in to lock your lips with his, which would have been a small kiss but turned to a sloppy and lazy makeout session.

After a minute of exchanging and showering his face with kisses , you both parted away as he drifts off to sleep in your embrace with a small smile playing on his lips ever since he entered today and with no intention to leave even if the sun was up in the sky.

“Goodnight haru, i love you”

[battle-subway-ghost]

✖ - a repressed memory

// all memories are ooc

// (ask game)

The grunt released their grip on his shirt, dropping him onto the snow. His vision was blurred- droplets of scarlet on the white... He didn't even have time to move until a swift kick was delivered to the center of his chest. Paris cried out, attempting to curl in on himself to avoid any further harm. They were talking- he couldn't make out what they were saying.

He noticed someone rummaging through his bag- having been dropped somewhere on the ground earlier. In a panic, he tried to stand- tried to stop them, only for someone to grab him by the hair, slamming him back onto the snow-covered floor. Everything was a haze- it didn't feel real, none of it felt real...

The pressure on his back- a boot? was lifted, suddenly, noisily. He recognized a familiar voice- Lumi?- He lifted his head, the group of Plasma grunts were retreating, a pink Sneasel attempting to chase after them, but it was too late. They were gone.

He could feel his body being carried- more dragged, to a nearby tree, to prop him up. She looked terrified, first looking through her own bag for something, before turning to the scattered contents of his own. He couldn't make out what she was saying- hardly anything, his head was ringing. He could make out the words 'ranger' and 'hospital,' but not much else, until-

"Where's Pixie?.. Oh... Oh, nonono-"

[vuulpecula]

✖ @paramounticebound inquired: 054

setting prompts | accepting ↳ 054. by the side of a dangerously quick river .

The bridge was out. Washed away by a spring flood, one that still rushed in foaming torrents, eroding what used to be the riverbanks. Eating away the trail they'd been following. It was hard to look away from the violence of the water, to hear anything aside from the roaring drone of rapidly flowing river. A charred log floated past, catching her attention briefly as the ash had not yet been wiped away.

Fox didn't remember going to sleep, she had no memory of laying her head down on the soft dirt somewhere between the trees behind them. What she did remember came in snatches, bobbing up and down out of focus, another piece of debris caught in the current. Firelight and dancing circles upon circles. The type of liquid euphoria that came with intoxication, though she had nothing to drink other than a few sips of warm, metallic water that had sat in a water-bottle too long. Antlers or tree limbs. The beating of drums, or had it been her heart?

When she rose, hardly an hour ago, squinting at the morning sun, the hangover found her. Leaving her eyes swollen and her limbs aching. Stomach roiling with whatever it had or did not, until she was retching behind more trees. Unable to stop thinking about the owl pellets they had dissected in 6th grade. All the little bones inside still intact while the others laid in shards, scattered with feathers and fur. She'd stared at the forest floor and refused to believe it was what she was seeing amongst the dirt and pine, coated in the liquid that stank like pennies. A few kicks of her shoe covered it, but she couldn't scratch the taste from her tongue. Staring at the water now, she doubted even the force of it could rid her of it or the sensation of all those little bones sliding back out.

"Do you think she'll make us swim it," Fox muttered, recognizing finally that she was not standing alone at the edge of the churning water. "Or we could jump in. Might not drown, might even make it a few miles." She shrugged, scratching at a bug bite near her elbow. "At least we wouldn't be thirsty." Though she didn't look at him, she knew it was Khan by the dark hair she could see from the edge of her vision--did he remember last night? No. It was only a nightmare. "Don't tell anyone I said that." Planning an escape would earn a week of confinement, at least.

"--Is this what they mean when they say 'acts of God'?" They were all fed the same religious rhetoric, maybe they could use it to their advantage for once.