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auspicioustidings · 4 months ago

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*bangs hands on table* bondage! fear play!

...I think this is actually just angst oops

You know the ropes will hold, you've tested them 5 times this week. The tree you are using you have also tested extensively, the anchor points are solid. The first set of safety shears are taped to your right arm, the second tucked into your waistband, the third and fourth on the ground nearby with the first aid and aftercare kits. And as always, you take your damn time with it. You will never tire of the look of jute rope against Simon's gorgeous skin. It's almost like an extension of his scars, or perhaps a way of highlighting them. Here hangs Simon Riley, the man who fucking survives, the Ghost who cannot die.

The blindfold is new, something that has been worked up to. He hates it. He has not untensed since the moment it went on. Taking any of his senses away makes him scared, you know that. But that's the goal.

He has not seen all of your tests, he does not know about all the shears on you and around you or the kits sitting for easy access as soon as you need them, so when tension goes on the chest harness his breathing is already starting to hitch. Not fully suspended yet, but the creaking of the tree branch and the groan of rope is enough to put the images of something snapping in his head, something giving way. The meat hook he had been left hanging on once had not ever ripped it's way fully through, had not split him in half, but you know he has nightmares that it did. You know in the absence of his sight he is making his own scene in his head. The tree branch snapping and him hitting the ground with a dull thud that will snap his spine. One of the ropes breaking and causing the others to tighten so much that they cut straight through him.

His fear is delicious. You feel bad about that a lot of the time, but in the moment you love how you can see the blindfold dampen with tears, muscles rippling with tension and whole body vibrating with terror.

It takes hours before he is where you want him. You wonder how the time has been passing in that pretty head of his. He hasn't said a word because he is a soldier. He won't give you anything, just like he didn't give him anything. Your beautiful, brave boy. You don't say anything either. It's depriving him of another sense in a way because his ears are straining to pick up anything from you, trying to get any warning or information on what is happening.

With no sight he has no concept of how high he is suspended either. It is not high, just the right height for what is to come, but he doesn't know that and you can tell it bothers him. There is not enough movement in his legs or arms to be able to reach down and check if he is close to the ground. He tries once to strain his arm down and you tap him lightly on the shoulder in warning when you aren't happy with how hard he is pushing. He stops immediately.

This is the part you need to be quick. You know how long he can suspend like this safely, but you cut that time down to even less because what is officially safe and what you consider safe are different metrics. You are always overly cautious with him without ever letting him know. You suspect in his mind right now you are overly risky with him. You set a timer on your watch that will give you warnings as you get closer to the time to get him down, but just in case the vibrations don't alert you properly you also pop an earbud in that will give you audio cues. It isn't noise cancelling, you want to be able to hear him.

Yes for safety reasons, but you know yourself you also drink up his gasps. You adore how he tries to hide his sobs from you, tries to project strength even now when he is bound, terrified and at your complete mercy. God it's heady, the power he has put in your hands. You could hurt him so easily and he could do nothing. You could sink a knife right into his beating heart and still he would hang there helpless.

It's a balancing act, fucking him. You want to touch on that trauma, but you don't want him to be lost in it. Rough enough to hurt but not to harm. Just enough simulation for him to get him hard and leaking, but not enough to make him cum. You want him scared that you won't ever let him and disgusted that he wants to. It feels so wrong to take pleasure from his body while he is crying and scared, but you can't help it. This behemoth of a man is reduced to your toy and the power trip is heady. So you go hard as you approach that high, cum hard using him as he sobs and tries to fight his own arousal because the guilt at the enjoyment is drowning him.

You clean yourself up and he is left hanging there without you touching him for the first time. This is the part where his vulnerability is the rawest and it's the part you have to fight with yourself to stand it for the whole two minutes. That is how long you have set that he has to be there alone with his thoughts. He cannot see, he is straining to hear, his body is hurt and tired and his cock is still straining and leaking against his will. In the absence of the noises of you tying him or fucking him his whimpering sobs are more audible.

You are there the second the two minutes is up. You talk to him so gently, massage his skin as you begin to take him down from suspension. When you finally get to taking the tension off of his chest harness he is boneless. You've already put a nest of soft blankets under where he was hanging because you know he's going to crumble to the ground harder than you would like (you can take some of his weight to lower him slowly, but Simon is a big man so you cannot slow him completely).

There is a heater hooked up to a mini generator and you turn it on. The soft glow makes him look so achingly beautiful as you begin unwrapping him from all those ropes that have soaked up his trauma. You worship his skin as you go, leaving light kisses and massaging it to get the blood flow going. You give him water, softly praising him when he drinks. When you finally take off his blindfold he isn't fully back yet, he won't be for a while you know.

You take him in your mouth, a slow and gentle blow job that deliberately puts you in a vulnerable position in front of him. You are laying down, head in his lap, totally trusting and submissive. When he cums he gives a shuddering sigh of relief and you praise him softly after. He's a good man, he deserved to cum, he deserves pleasure without guilt.

It takes an hour for him to come back to himself enough that you can go home. Aftercare will continue when you get back, after a session like this you both need a few days to wind down from it. Tonight will be about him. Tomorrow he will focus on you as your head starts to betray you, starts to see you as a monster taking advantage of this man's trauma. But he'll hold you close and thank you over and over for it. He'll make love to you lazily throughout the day, keep you both in bed cosy and together.

Nobody else was willing to love him once they knew what that really entailed. Nobody could sacrifice themselves and play the part of the most evil man in his life. Simon Riley hadn't cum once after Roba, not until he met you, not until you let him share his vulnerability and helped him work through it. He will spend the rest of his life trying to show you how much he loves you for it.

#mhairianswers #mhairidrabbles #mhairikinkasks #sorry this took me ages I struggled with what to do for this prompt because it's so delicious but so hard to write T-T #wound up going a not very hot route #Simon 'I have turned all my trauma into kinks' Riley making an appearance once more

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corvid-language-library · 4 months ago

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JLPT Journal 31/07 (Countdown: 123 days)

Today I:

Did 〜30 mins audio shadowing

Listened to a bunch of grammar lessons while at the office

Listened to listening practice videos + noted down new vocabulary

Watched comprehensive input videos (15 minutes)

Reviewed 14 kanji

N3 vocab:

稲（いね）rice plant

刈る（かる）to cut (grass, hair, etc.), to mow, to clip, to trim, to prune, to shear, to reap, to harvest (稲刈り＝いねかり＝rice harvesting)

香り（かおり）aroma, fragrance, scent, smell

気づく（きづく）to notice, to realize, to realise, to become aware (of), to perceive, to sense, to suspect

職業（しょくぎょう）occupation, profession, job, vocation, trade, calling, business

免許（めんきょ）license, licence, permission, permit, certificate

進歩（しんぽ）progress, advance, improvement, development

判断（はんだん）judgement, decision, conclusion, adjudication

尊敬（そんけい）respect, esteem, reverence, honour, honor

観察（かんさつ）observation, survey, watching

才能（さいのう）talent, ability

農家（のうか）farmer

管理（かんり）control, management (e.g. of a business)

訓練（くんれん）training, drill, practice, discipline

人生（じんせい）(one's) life

手術（しゅじゅつ）surgery, operation, procedure

体温（たいおん）body temperature

患者（かんじゃ）patient

支える（ささえる）to support, to prop, to sustain, to underlay, to hold up, to defend; to stem, to keep at bay

努力（どりょく）effort, exertion, endeavour, hard work, striving

収穫（しゅうかく）harvest, crop, ingathering; fruits (of one's labours), gain, result, returns

労働（��うどう）manual labour, toil, work

勇気（ゆうき）courage, bravery, valour, valor, nerve, boldness

救う（すくう）to rescue from, to help out of, to save

知識（ちしき）knowledge, information

信号（しんごう）signal, signalling, traffic light, traffic signal

Most of today's vocab can be found in context in this video here.

Thoughts:

So much vocab today 😵 and that's just the N3 stuff! Tomorrow I'll go through and record target sentences to listen to on repeat while walking round/on the train/doing mindless chores.

It's my day off tomorrow, then I have one more day of work before I go off on my Tohoku/Hokkaido adventures. I won't be doing any JLPT journals during my travels because I don't plan to study during that time (other than my daily "difficult kanji" reviews and maybe the occasional Renshuu vocab quiz). Might listen to some podcasts on the shinkansen/trains, but no grammar or vocab. Gonna be way too busy having a good time (I hope!)

#nutcracker nihongo #jlpt journal #japanese langblr #japanese language blog #learning japanese #日本語 #jlpt n3 #langblr #learning languages

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arthurdrakoni · 7 months ago

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Residents of Proserpina Park is a mythology audio drama. It is currently funding season 4 and 5 on Indiegogo. I’m call on all of you to help however you can.

Hello everyone. I’ve got another call to action for all of you. As you might, or might not know, @proserpinapark is currently funding not one, but two new seasons coming out later this year. I’m calling on all of you to do your part to help out.

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One thing I love about RoPP is shear variety of creatures. We got creatures Filipino Mythology, Māori Mythology, Lenape Folklore, Aztec Mythology, Lithuanian Folklore, and a whole lot more.

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swaps55 · 10 months ago

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Trademark: Pining So Hard They Become Trees(tm)

Proud to be home to this particular trademark, my friend. Is it really pining if they aren't going so hard they can still long for each other while in each other's arms? I think no. XD

I could cite this entire chapter of Cantata for Pining So Hard They Become Trees, but I'll keep it to this bit, which is one of my favorites: ~

In the silence of space, the ‘Yang skips through firing lanes close enough to stick a knife in the enemy’s gut, the knife in this case being the GARDIAN lasers chewing away armor plating and shearing apart small enemy fighters that stray too close.

Ship-to-ship combat is an attrition of heat and numbers, and Kaidan has no control over any of it.

Not the moments of vertigo as the inertia dampeners temper the ‘Yang’s maneuvering burns, the intermittent shudder as the weapons systems find a target, not the slow, steady buildup of waste heat that will eventually force them to flee or cook within their own hull.

And not Shepard. The entire covert operation will play out on helmet cams and comm channels, with Kaidan as a witness. Shepard is nothing more than a pinprick of warmth, lost in the rage of heat playing out on sensors. Kaidan glues his eyes to that pinprick, heart in his throat as he waits to see if the Cannae’s GARDIAN lasers detect the infiltration team hidden in the heat signatures of the battle playing out around them.

It’s not until Shepard’s grav boots connect with the Cannae’s hull that the white drains from Kaidan’s knuckles.

But now that they’ve reached the target, there’s a new fear. Pendergrass hovers over Kaidan’s shoulder, chewing a hangnail as the N team hunts for explosives along the hijacked ship’s hull, because its captors would rather slag the whole thing than see it taken back.

Shepard finds the first bomb.

Pendergrass stops chewing and reviews the scans, walking Shepard through diffusing it, and every other one they find, while Kaidan listens in helpless silence until he’s forced to take another breath.

The comms erupt with gunfire when they breach the hull. Kaidan fixes his gaze on Shepard’s helmet cam, the visual slightly out of sync with the audio feed. They had no way to know how many enemies would be waiting on board, but four N6s led by the galaxy’s first N7 don’t give a shit about the odds. Somewhere in the mix Anderson manages to shut off the gravity, taking the linear firefight into multiple planes.

It’s like freeing a predator from a cage. Shepard’s helmet cam spins with dizzying swiftness as he kicks off walls, floor and ceiling ceasing to have meaning in zero G. His shotgun barks over the comm, tendrils of blue flickering around the edges of the camera lens, but this far away Kaidan’s gravity well remains silent and still.

A ragged cheer raises the rafters on the ‘Yang as the lead ship of the ragtag flotilla goes up. Kaidan presses a finger against his ear to ward off the sound, concentrating instead on the helmet cam and looking for any change in Shepard’s biofeeds.

The N team reaches the CIC. A lieutenant named Angevin goes down when they trigger an explosive while breaching the door, but not Shepard, it’s not Shepard, because there he is on Anderson’s helmet cam, blowing in like a tempest and executing three people, including their leader, without uttering a word. Minutes later, the stolen ship’s transponder changes back to an Alliance signature and the cheering begins anew.

Half the crew waits at the ‘Yang’s airlock to greet the N team when they return, Kaidan among them, swallowing back his relief like it’s a living, breathing thing. He gets lost in the shuffle when the airlock opens and the yelling starts, but Shepard’s gaze cuts through the crowd, and he parts it like Moses and the Red Sea. With a grin on his face that could shake the stars, he throws an armored arm around Kaidan and hugs him tight, thunking an energetic palm against his shoulder. Kaidan returns it just as fierce, the plating stiff and sterile against him.

“Did you see that?” Shepard exclaims when they part, elation on his face, hand still on Kaidan’s shoulder, biotic field humming with kinetic energy. This is Shepard in his element, Shepard at his best. The impossible means nothing to him.

Kaidan grins back. “Yeah, I saw it.”

How can I look away when it’s you?

#swaps replies #mallaidhsomo #mshenko #mememe #meme replies #opus!verse

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dynamic-swap-au-archive · 7 months ago

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And here we have part three of the Ultimate Guide to the Gorillaz Dynamic Swap Au!

If you're unfamiliar, the full explanation for what dynaswap is can be found here: [Link]

This part will cover phase 2, as well as what we have for 3 through 5 !

The separate parts of the guide can be found in these links: Phase 0 [Link] Phase 1 [Link] Phase 2 (and onwards) [You Are Here] and Extras [Link]

Or you can see the full guide in my google doc: [Link]

Disclaimer: Please do not bother anyone who was involved with creating the au. They have asked not to be associated with it anymore and we should all respect that.

- [Main Story | Audio] ??? | A call for the Pot household [Link]

- [Main Story | Prose | Image] EXCLUSIVE: We Visited Stuart Pot in Jail [Link] - [Fanart] Street cred [Link] - [Image] Stuart Chat is now available! [Link] - [Image] bad boy loser [Link]

- [Main Story | Prose] My Loyal Subjects [Link] - [Image] Teaser [Link]

The Beginning (without the end) Of Phase 2 | Warnings: Slapstick, Addiction, Mild Sexual Content

- [Main Story | Image | Prose] Let's catch up! [Link] - [Image] Demon Daze [Link] - [Lore | Ask] Stu's new scar [Link] - [Image] Golly geepers whered u get those peepers [Link] - [Lore | Image] Stu's glass eyes [Link]

- [Image] 2005 [Link]

- [Image | Ask] Feel Good Inc [Link] - [Image] 'Cause I don't get sleep [Link] - [Image | Gif] it daeh [Link] - [Video | Ask] This version of dare is, Different [Link] - [Ask | Lore?] You've got to press it on you [Link]

- [Image] Close your eyes and see when there ain't no light [Link] - [Image] stupid idiot takes his medicine just as prescribed because hes a good boy [Link] - [Image | Ask] Jake Sheares Fanservice [Link] - [Image] Handsome Stuart [Link] - [Image] happy birthday to you too dickhole [Link]

- [Main Story | Image | Prose] Flight of the Bluebird [Link] - [Image] li’l bastard traveling kit [Link] - [Prose | WIP] Interview Script [Link] - [Image | Ask] Who's the most emotional? [Link]

An End And A Beginning | Warnings: Death, Kidnapping, Abuse

- [Image] WELCOME TO PLASTIC BEACH [Link] - [Main Lore | Ask] What would have been [Link] - [Image] Something brewing [Link] - [Image] Forbidden cyborg russel [Link] - [Image] Concept Art [Link] - [Image] Stu and murdoc pier life [Link] - [Image | Ask] Sleeve A [Link] - [Image] Pirate-y Stu [Link] - [Image | Lore] Demonic Radio [Link]

- [Image] DoYaThing [Link]

Piecing Together What's Left

- [Image | Lore?] A little peak at phase 4 stu [Link] - [Image] bathmeme.jpg [Link] - [Ask | Lore] Who wrote each album? [Link]

- [Ask | Image] Who will be replaced by whom phase 5? (Teaser) [Link] - [Image] Whom Indeed [Link] - [Image] Apparently noodle is visiting townsville [Link] - [Image | Ask] Tranz goes a little differently [Link] - [Image] Stu Wip [Link]

- [Ask] Will stu and murdoc ever get along? [Link] - [Ask | Image] Does stu become nicer to murdoc? [Link] - [Ask | Image] Stu looks so cute [Link] - [Ask | Image] Getting along [Link]

- [Major Lore | Image] The question of stu and murdoc's relationship [Link] - [Image] Bro C'mon. Where's my smooch? [Link] - [Major Lore | Image] Stu, murdoc's, and Several Demons' relationship [Link]

- [Image | Lore?] One last elephant in the room [Link]

- [The End] The official announcement for dynaswap's cancellation [Link] - [Ask] Boundaries for fan content going forwards [Link]

#gorillaz #dynamic swap au #gorillaz dynamic swap au #dynaswap #dynoswap #guide

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nakedbibi333 · 2 years ago

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what neville lectures would i listen to to understand loa to like the fullest, i literally was into him nd was reading his stuff (feeling is the secret nd power of awareness, but now that i'm into like edward art its like... i lost touch w him nd i wanna hear more ab the lectures, but i know ppl said he has some limiting beliefs?

In my own personal opinion, his limiting beliefs are more apparent in his earlier works (from the 1920's), so it won't be much of an issue. Just focus on the idea that anything is possible and you're limitless, and you'll be able to spot the limiting beliefs. Also, I think some people use this excuse to avoid reading Neville, but you didn't hear that from me...

The most important are these 5:

Consciousness is the only reality

Assumptions Harden Into Fact

Thinking Fourth Dimensionally

No One To Change But Self

Remain Faithful To Your Idea

And I would recommend reading or listening to:

Brazen Impudence

Catch the Mood

Changing the Feeling of I

Feeling is the Secret

The Power of Awareness

The Pruning Shears of Revision

Imagination Creates Reality

Infinite States

Walk By Faith

Your Faith is Your Fortune

Faith Is loyalty to the unseen reality

God and I Are One

You can find the text versions through this link & most of them are available in audio form on YouTube!

#ask #neville recs

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tablestoastandtime · 6 months ago

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One-Way Ticket Through the Backstage Door

I wanted to write Cal fighting Grievous, so I did that. Mostly an exercise with combat and outsider POVs, but also just a lot of fun to work on. Title bc I listened to Juke Box Hero on repeat while writing it.

Feel free to think this fight would go down differently. This version's for me :p

The holo itself was of middling quality. The edges of the image were hazy and the colours muted, mostly overridden by the primary blue of the tech. The audio was tinny, like the receptors had been reaching outside of their normal range to pick up what they could. Even the file itself ran poorly, like it had been converted from something else to run on this particular console.

None of that was what really mattered about the recording.

No, the most prominent feature was the unknown man's blazing bright amber saber.

There was no Jedi in the Order of his description, none outside of undercover Shadows who would even dress like a worn-out spacer. The scant armour and blaster on his thigh were at odds with the casual ease of his movements as he cut swathes through the squads of droids that tried to pen him into a corner of the Separatist hanger.

And for all their talent at subterfuge, even several years into the Clone Wars few Shadows had the open battle experience to chain together Force abilities and violence like breathing. Plenty of Knights and Masters had built that skillset as the galactic conflict escalated, but if this man had been one of them, then someone would have recognized him. That being said, there was nothing else he could be as the more esoteric Force sects of the galaxy didn’t use lightsabers in the same ways and the evidence of Forms I and IV were unmistakable in his opening footwork. It was possible someone would recognize him, if they got a chance to test his Force Signature, but as it was all the Council had was the holo.

Well, not quite.

All they had was the holo and the remains of a Separatist base and general pulled apart at the seams.

In the recording, a panicked B1 called for reinforcements as the unknown Jedi reduced a contingent of B2s to heaps of sparking slag, deflecting bolts with every flicker of his saber and blitzing from droid to droid in bursts of Force that left the machines reeling. Droidekas auto-deployed from a storage unit on the far wall, but before they could even come to a stop, the insectoid droids froze mid-roll at a blurry twitch of the man's fingers. They shook and shuddered in place, and the Jedi spun his sabre out in a throw that sheared through the metal like flimsiplast. That maneuver left him without a weapon and a bold B1 tried to capitalize on the vulnerability, stepping in close and swinging its blaster at the back of his head -

Only to drop a second later with a hissing hole in the center of its processing unit.

The Jedi fired another four shots from his blaster as he ducked and wove around bolts before his saber returned to his other hand, zigzagging through another half dozen droids. Each bolt found a home in another chassis and then the blaster was away and the other end of the man's saber ignited instead.

He dove into the crowd of durasteel in a whirlwind of push, pull, and shining amber light. Droids flipped into the air, the walls, each other, meeting their ends on a beam of plasma or crashing into the floor with more force than the station's gravity could produce. His sabre danced around his hands, his hips, blades snapping in and out of the hilt on a whim, batting bolts out of the air, splitting some down the middle in a show of frankly concerning efficiency.

It was less a fight and more a salvage operation. A scrapper decommissioning old tech to be reused elsewhere. Thorough, procedural, smooth.

In one gesture, the Jedi yanked half of the remaining droids in tight and cut them down in a superheated spiral and then stopped entirely.

There were more droids yet, another trio of droidekas surrounded by B1s and 2s, but they all stood frozen, juddering. The Jedi surveyed the crowd and twirled his saber, rolling it through the shadow of forms before settling with one blade lit and burning into the durasteel floor. He turned slightly and looked directly at the recorder.

"Come on out Grievous," he called, what was discernible of his tone almost friendly if it weren't for the tension in his shoulders and the careful balance of his weight. "I could keep taking down your troops, but I think we both know this is a waste of time. We're going to do this today, so either you come down here and we talk in this big open room where your long arms might mean something, or I come find whatever closet you're hiding in and deal with you like a baby bane back in a jar."

Behind him, the droids began picking up speed.

The Jedi seemed oblivious, attention drifting somewhere overhead, tracking something through the floors of the complex and spinning his sabre like a reflex. “Yeah, there you are. Let’s have a conversation.”

Another beat, and blasters rose a little higher.

Searing orange-stained blue went round and round, the Jedi bouncing slightly in place. He rolled his shoulders, and the audiceptors caught some kind of clattering noise. It came through garbled and grating, but it sounded vaguely like metal striking metal.

By the looks of it, the primary access elevator for the hangar was back behind the droids and to the left. Instead of paying it any mind, the Jedi stared directly at an otherwise unremarkable section of durasteel plating.

The stasis hold on the droids slackened in increments and the feed shook as if something jostled the recorder. How they managed that with the device lodged firmly along the edge of the ceiling several shiplengths above the hangar floor was-

Suddenly very obvious. With no other warning Grievous dropped from a vent in the roof, hitting the floor in a crouch, two sabers drawn, and diving straight at what should have been the man’s back. Instead stolen blue and green met the previously unlit end of the Jedi’s saber in a two handed strike at his neck.

A parry, pushing the two blades down towards the ground opening Grievous to a Force push that only managed to move him back a few metres, and the Jedi sprang after him in a lunge. Grievous countered the first strike at his chest, the second at his head, and the third that narrowly missed severing his left hand before lashing out in a kick that sent the Jedi flying into a flip, pressing the advantage and slicing to split open his gut and bisect his head before he could land and recover.

At the same time, the droids finally regained full motion and began firing.

Except the Jedi didn’t even try to touch down, twisting mid-air like a lothcat and tearing forward through the maze of burning red, back to a single blade that wove right past Grievous’ guard to score across the plating of his torso. Grievous snarled, one of his secondary limbs snapping out in a backhand blow that caught the Jedi across one scarred cheek, followed closely by a green saber slash that was ducked as the Jedi followed the downward momentum, juking sideways into a half-crouch and then up, using Grievous’ thigh as a springboard to launch himself back into the air and then meteor down in a Force-assisted modification to a traditional Djem-So strike.

Grievous met the blow in a crossed guard, clawed feet digging into the durasteel floor for traction. His secondary arms swept up, now armed and aiming to slice the Jedi in half while his blade was occupied.

Again, the second half of the Jedi’s saber ignited as he disengaged, a spinning block that also served to return several blaster bolts to their senders. This time, Grievous didn’t immediately close the gap. Instead they circled each other, the Jedi still blocking what would in most other combat scenarios classify as suppressing fire with the comfortable ease of a Knight working through katas.

“You know,” the Jedi started, no trace of the earlier levity only plasmacutter focus. “This doesn’t have to be your legacy.”

A rattling scoff. “Your death will be nothing but a footnote in my conquest. I have brought down regimes since I could walk, and your Republic will only be the latest in a long line of victories, Jedi.”

“There is no victory in this war,” the Jedi disagreed with a flourish that dropped the last of the B1s. The droidekas kept firing at the unrelenting shell of the Jedi’s defence. “Only death, including yours. The Confederacy is a sham and there is no place for you in the Empire the Sith seek to build.”

Grievous hissed, air catching in his vocoder in a wave of hollow static. “Fearful lies will not save you or your people. The stars will ring with their screams as I burn your Temple.”

The Jedi’s steps didn’t falter but they did shift, sliding out of the agile balance of Form III into the pointed calculation of Makashi. His wrist curled and one thumb ran along the glinting metal of his hilt.

The circle tightened.

“My people,” his voice was almost too soft for the audiceptors now, but the volume did nothing to hide the danger in his words. “Do what they can in the face of an ungrateful galaxy. They must face many hard truths to have a future, but they will do so alive.”

And then the Jedi flicked his saber in another flourish that would have been standard fare except at the apex of the movement he twisted his hands and the hilt came apart. The first blade swung up and over his head in a wind up straight into a throw, arcing high and devastatingly quick as he raised the other, hand half open to grip a section of the hangar wall, tearing dozens of rivets out in one motion and pistoning several hundred pounds of reinforced duranium at Grievous from the other side.

One arm deflected the blade, sending it careening off towards the remaining B2s, another two carving a hole through the plating and allowing Grievous to sidestep the imminent collision.

Unfortunately, that left him with only one arm free to defend himself as the Jedi closed in, blurring across the space in a second with his remaining blade in an underhanded swing that forced Grievous onto the back foot followed by a jab that seared a hole through a shoulder servo. The backswing neatly parried the immediate retaliation looking to sever the Jedi’s cervical spine, and then the blaster was back in hand in a quickdraw as he fired one, two, three shots into Grievous’ neck before letting it hit the deck to catch the soaring return of his second blade. A flurry of blows centred to the left side where half of Grievous’ arms no longer reacted with the lightning sensitivity needed to match a Jedi waist deep in the Force.

Grievous lost a finger, a palm, an elbow joint, before tipping backwards to catch half of his weight on his remaining hands and using one foot to lever a chunk of molten metal straight at the Jedi’s head. The Force caught the body of the slag, but the Jedi recoiled from the splatter of molten alloy all the same, one breath of pure reflex that left him open to a slash of Grievous’ mutilated hand that tore open the flesh of his exposed forearm.

An audible cry, a stumble, and a bolt finally catching him in the thigh but the blood and burning seemed to give the Jedi back his focus and his grip remained sure as he blocked the much more dangerous follow ups with a saber, high, low, midbody, high again, and then he brought his hilts together, clicking them back into one and using the extra length to buy back some space.

Once more the Jedi disengaged, dripping blood and breath coming visibly controlled.

Bolts still flew through the space and lip curling, the Jedi raised an open hand. The remaining B2s sailed into the air and the droidekas twirled in place like children's’ toys. His fist clenched. Military grade armour and tech crumpled, dropping to the ground with a definitive clang.

“Let’s be honest with ourselves, Grievous.” The Jedi stalked closer, weaving in and around the remains of the hangar wall. There was nothing defensive left in his posture, only tooth-sharp intent. “What do you think happens next if the Separatists win the war?”

If Grievous tried to answer, it was lost to rasping, wet coughs. His three remaining sabres stayed in a typical low guard, but the bottom half of his chest plating hung out of place and his left shoulder sparked where the connections had melted away.

Still, there was no disguising the naked hate in his eyes.

“They won’t keep you,” the Jedi said, cold and confident and sliding his hands into a low grip. Two fins at the mouth of his saber’s emitter collapsed down and ignited, the single sizzling blade stretched out behind him well past what a lightsaber ought to be capable of. Its brightness exceeded the recorder’s capabilities, turning the weapon into a long line of searing and colourless blue. “You’re a rabid nexu and say what you will about the Banking Clans, but they know a thing or two about divesting themselves when the time is right. Personally, my money is on an orbital strike if you make that far.”

Grievous screamed back at him, all wrath and ruin and long dried blood, a sound that hurt even through the recording’s poor quality.

Still, Grievous was no fool and had never been above fleeing a fight he was losing. The first step back was an admission of weakness, the second a dead giveaway.

Any window for ending this fight definitively was closing. Rapidly.

The Jedi’s pace stayed a steady prowl. His sabre traced a white-hot path into the smoking floor. “You could surrender now, but we both know you’d never make it to court.”

Grievous pivoted his weight backwards, primed for a leap. The question was, where was he planning to go?

It didn’t matter.

In the same breath Grievous began to uncoil, the Jedi flicked a hand and the Separatist General’s legs began to vibrate beneath him. “No. We’re not quite done here.”

That great saber swung up overhead in motion that belied a massive and illogical weight and left monstrously distorted afterimages across the holo. Trapped as Grievous seemed to be, the Jedi was still far too far away for anything except a dashing strike under normal circumstances.

There was very little normal about these circumstances.

The saber came down. Half of the recording disappeared into a wall of blinded blue, photoreceptors failing as the sound of sabers colliding resumed.

A shout, ragged and furious, threatening death, mutilation, despair.

Another, indignant. Frightened.

There were no sounds of combat then, just a warped noise like industrial welding.

One more cry. Pained. A blaster shot. The hum of active lightsabers went quiet.

For a long stretch, there was nothing but quiet footsteps. Boots on metal. Shifting. Then the noise of the hangar doors and a ship’s engine starting. A takeoff sequence.

The hangar doors had still been open when the Republic forces arrived to investigate the unexpected ping on what was supposed to be an Order-specific comm freq.

According to the timestamps, the holo continued for another fifteen minutes, but there was little more the damaged recorder could discern about the events that followed. Other parts of the facility’s security system provided a little more context, but beyond some slightly clearer images of the unknown Jedi’s face and his systematic destruction of every active droid he could find on site, they had nothing.

There was no sign of where he’d come from beyond the vent he dropped out of in the earliest stamped security holo they could find. He hadn’t left any indication of where he was going. Even the Force impressions he had left behind had been odd, like a child standing in the centre of an antiques store after having been pointedly told not to touch anything. Full of wonder and longing and an absolute certainty they did not belong there.

The Senate was going to have a field day.

#cal kestis #general grievous #my writing #tbh I also think this fight would probably go down differently but i had wayyyy too much fun with this to change it now lmao #sw jedi survivor

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spymeister · 5 months ago

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Sound waves and spark oscillations:

Premise: Jazz has a different playlist for different things- and this includes missions, and off time.

Thesis: Jazz's choice of music in each playlist affects his performance in the positive.

Hypothesis: Sound waves actually affect spark oscillations thanks to Brillouin scattering.

Evidence: In electromagnetism, Brillouin scattering (also known as Brillouin light scattering or BLS), named after Léon Brillouin, refers to the interaction of light with the material waves in a medium (e.g. electrostriction and magnetostriction). It is mediated by the refractive index dependence on the material properties of the medium; as described in optics, the index of refraction of a transparent material changes under deformation (compression-distension or shear-skewing).

Broken down: Sound waves interact with light by changing its momentum into preferential directions. This means, for example, the higher the BPM of a particular track, the faster it spins the spark- creating extra energy without the frame having to utilize its own fuel source. It's only by a fraction of a percentage: .25% or so- but enough that Jazz can use it for surprise maneuvers.

Or even that extra burst of speed.

Conversely, a slower BPM or RPM on music can slow down a spark's oscillating spin- making the mechanism sleepier or destressing them to the point their processor can shut down- ESPECIALLY if they have extrasensory equipment like doors, audio horns, or sensor panels.

This is also evidence of why mechanisms like Blaster, Jazz, and Soundwave are so deadly: music can save or end a life.

#headcanons #look #acoustic science is absolutely fascinating #even if I don't understand half of it #I can appreciate what it can DO

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nerdyenby · 2 years ago

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Lime time :D I’m watching Jimmy

Pregame

Joel and Jimmy’s messages 😭 “You’re gonna lose babe” “bro I’m going to knock you off in tgttos babe. But you always my bad boy xoxo” OH MY GOSH THEM

Jim seeing someone’s skin being Grian in a lot pink dress with cat ears “holy moly, you look good” this guy

I haven’t seen Callum’s costume but I gotta look it up now

OH MY GOODNESS CALLUM

I blame Sneeg /lh

Scott mentioning having two corsets on and Callums “oh that sounds kinda hot, let me see” GOODNESS

I need this team actually: Jimmy, Callum, Scott, and Lizzie it’d be incredible

Hi Kara!!!!!

I’m gonna blame Jimmy telling Scott “Good luck, don’t win” for cyan’s loss

“Should I take my performance enhancing drug?” “Uh… how much of this is a joke?” “… like 20%” “Oh yeah, take it”

“But also consider this: we’re gamers” “I do forget that sometimes”

Jimmy getting a flawless bowspam kill my beloved <33

“I like this team more every time we speak” so true Callum

Parkour Tag

Them talking for like three minutes about how fast Kara pees is ridiculous /pos

Callum’s in a silly goofy mood lol

I’m just vibing :)

Callum 17th lmao, I remember when that meme started

Rocket Spleef

ALL the graphics are cool!!

Bridge to Terebithia reference 😭

What’s with them and talking about sweaty hands??? Lol

Callum is just SPEWING references lmao

Sands of Time

“I’ll be daddy!!!” “You mean sand keeper?” The second hand embarrassment, my goodness

“Has anyone ever run back in?” Kara repping all the impulsive thoughts girlies, real and true

“I usually do it just because I don’t trust anyone to do it, but I trust you” this team is so sweet, Jimmy was so honored <33

Jimmy’s so good at this, everyone else I’ve watched was frazzled by it being early but he’s just in the zone

“Thanks for the update sand daddy” “no worries son” “… sand son?” “sand son.” I love them :))

Is there a reason Jimmy doesn’t fill it all the way? I understand keeping a sand or two in hand for emergency rescues but he consistently doesn’t fill it

This is one of the calmest sots I’ve ever watched, there is stress going on but they’re just so chill

Tied 3rd!!!!

Callum shouting out Ranboo first individual and everyone being so surprised and hyped for them :))

Sky Battle

Oh that was so sad :(

Literally what just happened lmao, the endings on this map are so chaotic (not a bad thing but it’s a lot and no one was ready)

Jimmy keeps dying in the most tragic ways, what the heck :(

Ace Race

I zone out for two minutes and Callum is talking about waffling??

I love when teams don’t mute but everyone goes silent so it’s just the occasional grumble /g

Ace race is so iconic, it’s such a chill stress

Jimmy keeps having tech issues :(

Battle Box

Callum’s all “not to IGL, but…” and proceeds to shyly be the best IGL I’ve ever seen, my man, don’t back down, you got this <33

That second round was so clean!!

“Callum my IGL” SO TRUE PETE!!

“First place shmirst place!!.. I don’t trash talk very well” “Yeah, you might need to work on that”

THEY DID IT :DD my lime <3333

Yo they’re so close to second!!!!! 70 coins, man

Grid Runners

Jimmy motivational speech :))

Pete blowing Callum a kiss through the dividers lol

“We’ve grid ran before” so true Callum cpk

The way they got light the lamps first when absolutely silent lmao

Kara carry?!!!!

You need shears Jimmy 😭😭😭

Kara is carrying, she’s been figuring out every room and calling the shots, good for her <33

TGTTOSAWAF

“Oh you little…. Jimmy I’m gonna need you to deafen real quick” Kara my beloved <33

Jimmy just laughing at Callum’s swear, so true

“Surely we all get one” yeah, there’s no such thing as a pg tgttos lol

Tgttosawaf should never be played in the last half, can I get an amen??

Jimmy’s having such a time :( his audio keeps breaking

3rd!!! Heck yeah!!!!!

Callum being excited about not being 17th lmao

Pete asking who he came second to and everyone excitedly saying Jojo and him being hyped for her “oh, what and honor” <333

Dodgebolt

This was such a fun team, great time :))

Kara rooting for Dave “he’s just like me fr”

Jimmy and Pete’s banter is everything, actually

Jimmy can’t catch a break!! What is up with the bad boys and having tech issues this MCC???

Them all having little to no preference is so real of them

#mcc #mc championship #mcyt #mcc 29 #jimmy solidarity #kara corvus #callum cpk #seapeekay #petezahhutt

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