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[okitanoniisan]

Planning to make a mod that accurately maps out Kiryu's scars, here's a rough map of everything that I can remember. I'd love to make multiple mods for K2/6/Gaiden/IW once I finish applying them to his 8 model, but for now it'll just be all of 'em applied to his final appearance. Most wound locations are based on my best guess, and are approximate due to variations between different engines/models, but I'm fairly confident on the torso wounds (with the exception of 0 and 5 because you don't see him shirtless without bandages in the former and the latter doesn't have a visible exit wound on the front), as well as any wounds on his back, because it's really easy to map using his tattoo even with model differences.

I got inspired after realizing Kaito actually has scars from his two big injuries <3

my notes if you're curious where they all came from lol

[soranihimawari]

I Missed You

Pairing: Oikawa x (gn!) reader

Word Count: tbd

Rating: Oikawa Tooru Fluff [otf]

Warnings: none// reader in timeskip becomes a doctor specializing in aging/older athletes and completing necessary check-ups before a match.

Note: I tried to not tie any gender-specific nouns when describing reader.

How I think OIkawa & reader hug each other after not seeing each other in a long time.

[23:45]

That’s the time stamp you receive on an old friend’s text. There are only three words which the message is comprised of. When you read them aloud to yourself in the comfort of your own home, you seem to repeat them like a mantra.

‘I miss you’

Simple hope draws from this in a way that can’t be described as you stare at your screen until you ultimately lock your phone. You close your eyes for a a few minutes when your brain decides to show you a highlight reel of the activities you used to do with the sender. Learning the rules of volleyball, joining in their team jogging paths, coming to scheduled matches, accompanying him to the nurse’s office when he landed on his feet wrong, etc. He was destined to be famous, just not here at home in Japan, no. Somewhere half a world away called out to him first. Argentina was distant, far, the most you’d ever be separated and even then, the times prior were literally at the start of up schooling lives.

Unfortunately, the last memory behind the closed eyes you see is a bittersweet one: the reality your friend, confidant, (and crush) hits you. You never did want to wind up fighting with him, but for once you’d want him to fight to stay here. With you. As his best friends remind you, you’d be holding him back from his true potential ever since he started practicing with the collegiate teams up the road from where you live—this was where the initial rift began to be drawn between you two.

During lunch one day, you visit his classroom, sitting next to him explaining (or rather complaining) the trouble you were having with a particular class and one of the assignments needed to be completed prior to a content exam.

“Do you ever shut up about schoolwork, yn?”

You pause, a disappointed look heavy on your brow as those within earshot suddenly fall quiet.

“I’m sorry not all of us have a righteous path carved in front of us, Tooru,” the tonality in your voice was one of annoyance. “Some of us have to work even harder to achieve our dreams other than hoping to skip town and follow in their idol’s footsteps.”

Ever since that brief conversation, you and one Oikawa Tooru, are now practically strangers come graduation day. You hear whispers via the third year rumor mill of his accomplishments and his ultimate defeat against both Shiratorizawa and Karasuno. Matches you weren’t there to show your support for, even if Iwazumi Hajime, the ace and vice captain, had invited you because, “it would be nice for him (oikawa) to see a familiar face in the crowd.”

Glancing back at Iwazumi’s moss green eyes and stoic countenance, “and if I recall, it would be nicer if I wasn’t there because it might distract him further. There are plenty of scouts heading to those matches. I’m sure he’d catch one of their eyes.”

“And if those scouts ask him to move to another country, are you really going to be ok with not saying your goodbyes when we graduate, yn?”

You aggravatedly sigh at him, muttering an annoyed, “Yes, Iwazumi-kun, even then.”

Many months later, post Oikawa's jog in the winter while watching the Karasuno v Inarizaki match, it is now springtime. You’re holding a bouquet of flowers from your parents who pose with you for pictures around the inner school gates of Aoba Josai’s campus. Your fellow classmates and club members surround you for more photos as well. This was going to be one of the final memories you have for your high school career. You were accepted into a university specializing in biomedical engineering with a strong focus on exercise science.

This was your dream, not necessarily the same path as Iwazumi’s to become an athletic trainer, no, however you had wanted to be a doctor whose focus would help restore and maintain older athlete’s bodies even post retirement. Helping those who had maybe one or two career setbacks was something which had captivated you the more you began to focus on the life sciences of your high school careers and with the help of those teachers, they had written for you a brilliant recommendations to boost your acceptance after passing the various university exams.

[13:43]

In your office nearly a decade later from high school graduation, sits your newest patient. He comes from Argentina, like your nurses tell you, but the rumor that he had come on a friend's recommendation is what actually piques your interest. Well, to be fair, two of your friends' personal recommendation are what causes you to raise your eyebrow. The nurse on duty that day takes his vitals as normal, asks him the routine questions before giving him the proper spiel of, "sit tight and the doctor will see you in a few minutes."

Oikawa Tooru has come home for several reasons. The only one on the top of his list is coming home for an exhibition match game he was invited to by the former captain of Nekoma and now representative of the JVA. However, when word reaches Iwazumi's camp in the national team's gym, he smirks, sending a text halfway across the world. Your name is thrown into the mix of doctors who are willing to examine older, closer to retirement age, athletes. Considering this was not how he had wanted to spend his second day back in his home country, Oikawa Tooru asks to book this appointment to get an all clear before playing the V-League exhibition match Kuroo talked him into attending.

You are reading over the file of the new patient outside of the room in the hallway. You scan over the various ticks he had made on the questionnaire along with your nurse who says that his young son looks up to Oikawa-san as a professional volleyball player.

"Repeat that one more time, Sato-san," you clear your throat when Sato-san repeats what he had said earlier.

"My son is as huge fan of Oikawa-san," he points to the name at the top of the document in your hand.

Right there, next to Sato-san, the nurse's pointer finger, is the kanji of the name of a person you thought about since your high school, university, and medical school graduation days. You clear your throat, thanking Sato for his time measuring the vitals of the next patient in the room you're about to enter.

"No prob doc," is all Sato says when he walks back to the nurse station leaving you to enter the examination room where an old flame sits.

You take a deep breath prior to knocking and entering. You open the door and you see OIkawa bent over on the examination bed, reading something on his phone. His hair is cropped shorter, his shoulders are a bit broader, his skin a bit tanner, and for lack of better words, his muscles quite filled out the rest of him. He's still humming a tune you're unfamiliar with until your shoes enters his field of vision.

"Hello Tooru," your voice causes him to freeze and immediately causes his eyes to avert away from his phone. "It's been a while."

Oikawa's coffee-colored eyes study your face and the recognition hits him like a truck. Although he is dressed in a sky blue buttoned blouse and dark jeans compared to your teal scrubs and white lab coat, he stands up, arms extended to crush you in a hug. His patient file falls to the floor when you hug him back.

You hear him for the first time since that argument long ago, voice wobbly and all, "I missed you."

[papipopsicle]

MERCENARY PART THREE

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Enhanced!Reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Summary: In which Hydra never seems to give Earth's Mightiest Heroes a break, and while dismantling every known base, they find a weapon. In which this weapon is a young woman whose known nothing but the life Hydra gave her, and a certain super soldier becomes protective of her from the first time they lock eyes. AU AWAY FROM IW&Endgame, ALSO THERE ARE X-MEN

Warnings: swearing, reference to scars

Song: Punching Bag by Palaye Royale

Words: 1.6K

MASTERLIST

feedback is always appreciated

"Stark Industries and and the Wakanda Outreach programme has helped thousands of mutants and inhumans, why don't we just hand her over to them and be done with it?" Kitty Pryde mulled over the idea, rolling her eyes as the clock ticked over into the third hour of bickering.

Y/N's sedation would wear off within the next half hour and the team were still yet to come to an unanimous decision on what to do with her. She was currently fast asleep on a comfy bed inside a room which restricted the use of her powers- but she didn't know that yet.

Bucky had tried his best to remain objective, but as he watched the large monitor streaming footage from her room, he couldn't help but be reminded of the girl he watched grow up into a woman and how he'd already missed four years of her life.

"I'll monster watch tonight, James." Y/N hummed, playing with a small flame at her fingertips. She looked over her shoulder and found him watching her with worried eyes, yet she just smiled, "You haven't slept for three nights in a row now. Trust me, they'd hurt you a lot more if you fail your mission tomorrow than they will if I'm a bit grouchy. Sleep, moya lyubov."

"She'd still be a great addition to the team," Tony sighed, standing up to stretch his legs, "and by team I mean the Avengers, I don't even know why you're here quite honestly."

Kitty flipped him off before storming out, probably going to find Charles or Raven to vent to them about how much Stark pissed her off.

Natasha leant over the table, eyes not moving from the tablet in front of her, "Is she like you were, Barnes?"

Bucky tensed and looked at the redhead, "In what way?" He asked slowly.

Nat glanced over at Tony before finding the super soldier waiting for her response, "Did they manipulate her mind and create triggers that'd turn her into a murder machine? Is she at all loyal to Hydra?"

"Come on, you saw her earlier, Nat, Y/N had tried to escape that many times they had to chain her up." Steve tried to reason as he saw Bucky's flesh hand clench up.

"We should consider every possible angle though, right?" Bruce spoke up from his seat towards the back of the room, propping his glasses on his nose and taking a better look at the security footage, "She seems harmless, but-"

"She is harmless." Bucky stressed, "Sure, when you look at her file you see a genetically engineered super-assassin with elemental powers, but not one day passed without trying to escape or planning our next escape. And okay, fine, she enjoys violence, but Hydra conditioned her to be that way and she's never had anyone to tell her otherwise. At the end of the day, she's scared- and I don't want her waking up alone."

The soldier felt Steve's hand squeezing his shoulder in comfort, but it felt cold and the sentiment felt short. Bucky watched each pair of eyes fall away from his sight and their voices stayed silent. He shook off Steve's hand and left the room, making his way down to the supervisory level. He looked down at the small piece of technology in his hand, matching the number to the cell like room and entering a six digit code into the keypad from memory. A single second later it pinged and the lights turned green.

The one armed man stood in the doorway for a moment, watching Y/N's healing figure peacefully sleeping. It was a sight to behold, even in tattered clothes and a thick layer of grime and dust covering her, she was anything but a weapon. She was soft and even delicate to the eye, resting as if her mind wasn't plagued with the tortured souls from her past.

Bucky sat down on the cool wooden floor, crossing his legs like he used to at the age of eight, playing tic tac toe with a small Steven Grant Rogers. Those memories didn't feel much like his own, more at peace with the ones of war he shared with Y/N.

"Stop pulling your punches, their hands are worse than yours." Nineteen year old Y/N warned James with a sharp whisper. His flesh knuckles were scorched from her most recent attack, goaded to use her powers by the watchful handlers. Metal collided with bone and he knew on impact two ribs had fractured, a further one would bloom with bruises soon enough. Training was often more taxing than the missions themselves, bored Hydra agents pulling on puppeteer strings to ensure they put on a good show.

Y/N estimated another ninety minutes had past before her handler pulled her away for healing observations, for research rather than well-being purposes. It wasn't long until she found herself flung back into the dingy cell with a kick to the back of her knees and an expired first aid kit thrown to the ground beside her.

Once the door cranked shut, James knelt beside the stoic woman he knew was hurting so deeply within. He collected any supplies for sterilisation and allowed Y/N to collapse under his touch. She curled into his chest as he cleaned the wounds he caused, burnt knuckles stung from the movements but that was numb compared to the torment of seeing her in pain.

James was past the point of blaming himself for any injuries Y/N incurred from training and vice versa, too much of their precious time had already been taken away in arguments of how much the other was not at fault. Hydra allowed them one hour a day together, usually after training, to decompress and recover and mostly hold each other. Y/N had a knack for sneaking out of her cell to be with the super soldier, it took more time stopping her, punishing her and hauling her back than their current routine. Teamwork on missions became more efficient, so they were allowed their hour of peace unless it became a weakness.

That was when Y/N was most aware of time passing by, fingers habitually running over the rigid scars between metal and soft flesh as a reminder James was entirely real. He watched between the fire dancing in her free hand and the peace within tired features, her own eyes burning bright at his constant touch. The hour would soon be up, and there was no fight to leave each other other than the lingering fingertips as they were pulled apart.

"You cut your hair-" Y/N's gravelly voice was cut off with a harsh array of coughs, spluttering dust from her cell's destruction stuck in her lungs. She squinted at the bright sterile lighting, everything in the room intensely white with the exception of Bucky and his all black clothing sat at the bottom of her vision.

He dialled the lights down noticing Y/N's discomfort and handed her an unopened bottle of mineral water. Her eyes carefully surveyed his movements, not considering him a threat as she chugged the liquid gratefully.

"Do you like it?" He asked after a few seconds of silence had filled the air, taking a seat at the side of the mattress apprehensively. Four years had passed and although he trusted the woman he thought was dead with his life, she was indeed alive and Hydra could do a lot of damage in much less time apart. He had so many questions, so many missed touches longed for and so little worry that she was no longer his Phoenix.

Even with grime covering her from head to toe, Bucky couldn't take his eyes away from her as she scrunched her nose playfully and answered, "I'll miss your long hair, but this suits you- you look like a person."

Unlike Bucky, whose memories were fuzzy around the edges, for better or worse Y/N held all of hers. She remembered cutting his hair short for a mission the once and wishing Hydra wouldn’t let it grow out again. But seeing him this time was immaculate- he was his own human, and she looked to the dirt and disheveled clothing on her person and knew she wasn’t. Purely what she was engineered to be and not a thing more, a biological weapon owned only by Hydra.

Bucky sensed the mental downward spiral as she scanned herself, brows knitting together and tears welling threatening to fall.

He corralled her away from those cataclysmic thoughts with a cool touch to her hot fingertips, metal thumb running across the back of her hand soothingly. “It took a bit more than a hair cut, but the days I feel like a person outweigh the days I don’t. And we’ll get you there too.”

“Can I start that tomorrow?” Y/N pouted and lay against the plush pillows behind her head, content with the sounds of metal whirring against her skin that only super soldier hearing could pick up on.

The team, fewer members left in the conference room, watched the interaction from the projection. A few more words were shared before Bucky lay down beside Y/N, both infinitely still but continuing the motions on their joint hands. Steve’s chair rolled back a few inches as he eyed Tony, “Listen, I can already see Bucky following if we send her off somewhere, we’ve got to at least try re-humanising her.”

“Great, we adopted another murder machine- when the first one gets lonely, at least now he’ll have company!” Tony held his hands up in defence when Steve didn’t appreciate his humour, “Alright, Cap. We’ll observe, give it a few days and get to work on project no murder and less machine.”

part four?

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[random-writerings]

The Naughty List

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x OC (Zoya Petrova)

Prompt: "You're going on Santa's naughty list."

Set: between IW and Endgame

Word Count: 0.9k

“Alright, be careful,” Zoya warned with a laugh. 

Daisy grimaced. “I'm starting to regret this.” 

She was sitting in front of Zoya, gripping the motorcycle handlebars tightly. Daisy had been joking for weeks about taking Zoya’s bike 'out for a spin’ until she eventually relented. 

Well, sort of. They were only driving around the parking lot of the Avengers compound, but close enough. And Zoya would be on hand to reach forward and take over if Daisy lost control. Nothing could go wrong. She hoped.

“You'll be fine. I'm right here.” Zoya rubbed her waist reassuringly. “Now, turn the ignition. Squeezed the clutch … and push the engine start button.” She pointed at each part as she spoke, with Daisy dutifully following her instructions. The engine roared to life beneath them. “Now, turn the throttle towards you, slowly.”

Daisy did just that and they began to move off. A laugh escaped her lips as they rode around the parking lot. They weren't going very fast but it was enough to make the already cold air nip their exposed skin. Zoya diligently kept an eye on the asphalt, warning Daisy of upcoming patches of ice so she could avoid them.

“I see why you like this,” Daisy said over her shoulder, careful to keep her eyes ahead of her. “It's … exhilarating.”

“It sure is. Strange to be the one in the backseat, though.” Zoya grinned. “If you want, you can shift it up a gear, go a bit faster.” 

Daisy's smile grew. “Hell yeah.”

The longer they rode, the more Zoya could feel Daisy’s confidence growing. She completely relaxed – her grip on the handlebars loosened up, her shoulders weren't as tense. She seemed to be enjoying herself and that made Zoya very happy; they hadn't had much time to themselves since the Snap, so they seized every opportunity they could.

“Alright, I think we should head inside. It gets dark so early now, huh?

“Well, it is December, дорогая,” Zoya chuckled. “But if you want to stop, that's fine.”

“Yeah, so how do I stop this thing again?” 

“Close the throttle and press the brake pedals.”

Daisy hummed in acknowledgement. She glanced away from the space ahead for a moment, looking down to make sure her feet were in the right place, but it was long enough. 

The front tire ran over a patch of black ice, causing the bike to skid. Daisy froze up, unsure what to do. Zoya reacted faster, stretching forward to grab the handlebars. She guided them to a stop just before they hit the cars lined up outside the garage.

They both breathed a sigh of relief. 

“I'm sorry, I didn't see –” 

“Don't worry,” Zoya cut her off gently. “It happens all the time. Are you okay?” Her eyes searched Daisy’s, concerned. 

“Yeah, I'm fine. Little shaken, but nothing serious.” Daisy attempted a small smile. Then her eyes widened. “Did I damage your bike?”

They stood up to inspect it and Daisy winced at the small scratch on the black paintwork.

“Sorry,” she mumbled. 

“Hey, like I said, it's okay. It's just a scratch, no serious damage. And even if there was,” she stepped towards Daisy, wrapped her arms around her waist, “it's not more important than your safety.”

“You know, you really have gone soft,” Daisy teased lightly. 

Zoya grinned. “Yeah. Totally your fault.” Then she leaned in and kissed her girlfriend sweetly. It was only when she felt Daisy's hot breath on her face that Zoya realised just how cold she was. When they pulled away, she rested her forehead against Daisy's. “We should really head inside, I'm freezing.”

“Me too.” Daisy shivered.

As Zoya grabbed the bike, something caught her eye. She bent down to inspect it further and realised that the back tire had hit one of the cars. A small dent now adorned the bumper of the bright red car. 

“Uh oh, I think we've damaged this car. We should probably let the owner …” she trailed off, suddenly realising who the car belonged to, “... know.”

Daisy's eyes widened. “Oh no.”

The car they had hit was a certain cherry-red 1962 Chevrolet Corvette – Coulson's beloved Lola.

“Oh, you're definitely going on Santa's naughty list for that,” Zoya joked.

“Naughty list be damned. He's going to kill me.” Daisy just stared at the dent in horror. Then she frowned. “Hang on, why are you blaming me? You're the one who stopped the bike.”

“Yeah, but you were the one driving. Technically.”

“And who's fault is that? You convinced me –”

“You've been asking for ages –”

“And I failed my driving test, so that's on you.” 

Zoya opened her mouth to retort but paused. “Hang on, what? You failed …? But, you lived in a van …”

Daisy just shrugged. “Also, it's your bike, so your responsibility.”

Zoya blinked at her, unable to argue back. 

“Both of you are at fault.” They turned around to see May standing in the garage doorway, her arms crossed. Daisy cursed under her breath. 

“May, we didn't mean –”

“We're really sorry –”

May held up her hand and they shut their mouths. Her eyes scanned them and Zoya's stomach flipped. Only May was able to make her this nervous. 

“I saw the whole thing. It was an accident, and I'm sure Coulson will understand.” She paused, contemplating. “But, in the spirit of Christmas, I won't tell him if you don't.”

“He'll notice eventually.” Daisy played with her hands anxiously. 

A small hint of a smile pulled at the corners of May’s lips. “When he does, I'll just tell him it was Stark.” She turned away but paused, glancing over her shoulder at them. “That's the only present you're getting from me this year.”

“Fair enough.” Zoya nodded.

“Thanks, May.” Daisy smiled, her shoulders slumping in relief. 

“Now, get inside, both of you. It's getting cold.”

Zoya and Daisy exchanged a smile and rushed inside, eager to warm up. 

~~~

дорогая  - dear

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[lexydakitten]

oh im thriving rn. also heres the sluppy her ref is shoddy idc its better than most of my characters get😤promoted from "every white slup i encounter is my assistant" to oc. with lore now even. i GOTTA infodump about that. also a general cw for the read more, mostly just mentions of death/illness. and its long i mean it im good at infodumping and not at proofreading my infodumps👍

will start with what she can do. she's teeny tiny even as an adult, barely larger than a slugpup, but significantly smarter than wild slugcats. because she is a purposed organism created by my oc aloft under stars / aus for my other oc infinite whispers / iw (atp im probably not renaming her tbh) to help her do research when vermin gets too old. there's more context on that, not the most relevant for right now though.

anyway. she can climb walls, can't stand still on them because her grip isn't good enough but otherwise she a climber. additionally she's very capable on her own, even as a slugpup she's as strong as an average slugcat. at least until she's incapacitated because she's still small enough that she gets injured way worse. her stomach, or whatever organ slugcats store items in, can hold a greater capacity for nonedible things - she was engineered with carrying capacity in mind, and the more she can bring back, the better! plus, she's crafty, and can make her own tools from materials she finds outside (like a spear or lantern). she was also engineered with the ability to hear broadcast signals like spearmaster can. her harness thing that does not look like a harness bc i did not know wtf i was trying to do allows her to receive signals targeted at her on the move, though it's up to her if she actually cares. it has a small badge of aus's head print on it so that if she strays off on a mission or something and ends up too far it's evident where she came from. the harness is also useful to her as an adult because she can jam spears under it and carry them on her back, something unintended as the harness was mostly for communication and to be able to transport stuff for her creators without her losing it.

that's what she can do though. she has a silly little story i think. my friends said that she gets the Cool approval so it's worth sharing imo

her creation was to replace vermin when they became older and weaker. vermin is effectively a wild slugcat that chose to stick around aus and iw and help them, that relates more to their stories than assistant's tho. she and verm are friends for the rest of their lifespan, the introduction to each other was unintentional but she is little baby and they are old and crusty i think they'd make great friends. as a younger pup she does small missions just to build up her capability and then as an older one she does more full scale things, heading even out of the shared facility grounds or to other iterator facility grounds to complete tasks for iw. she's got a very independent mind though, and sometimes a desire to wander gets the best of her, leading her to stray off course. so on one further out mission as a young adult slugcat she ends up on the grounds of my other iterator oc one step ahead / osa, same guy i was talking abt in the rot post. at that point it's in his structure and he's very sick and isolated, prone to outbursts from his constant fear and rage. it significantly impairs his senses and his awareness.

as a very small slugcat, assistant actually can make her way through his rot infested grounds, and investigates his dying structure. despite instruction to turn back and go home, she finds him in his chamber, and observes the state he's in, and how he's completely alone. having been raised by iterators, she can see clearly that he is unwell and in need of support (that she can't provide, being a slugcat.) she's seen a healthy iterator, and an iterator in debatable health, but never one that was actively ill and dying like osa. and so she defects from her assignment to stay with him. there isn't really anything she can do except provide comfort for him, and simply be there, though i think she'd still get it into her animal brain that she could possibly do something anyway and she's determined to try. it definitely benefits and soothes osa, because he'd been in his situation for a long time, and even though the rest of his group collectively failed to ever try to help him when they still could, this small creature wants to try to help him at his most hopeless point, and he recognizes it to belong to one of his groupmates (because of the badge). that's not very significant, i think it's a small note to acknowledge because of some background between osa and aus that is not relevant to the assistant.

on occasion he does still lash out at her, even though it is entirely unfair for him to be mad at a small animal it relates more to the effect his rot has on him. and she keeps coming back anyway, being incredibly persistent about being an assistant to him rather than her creators. even though he cannot be helped and she lacks the ability to help. just the cat distribution system tbh. maybe she stays out while he's inconsolable and wanders the structure. speaking of, there is an echoed version of her. it is in fact relevant. because of osa's decaying structure, he is gradually falling apart, and eventually suffers from a void fluid pipe rupture (i think thats pretty much just a dp thing but i Dont care. im acknowledging it and im saying i dont care :p) that leads to at least one room becoming flooded with void fluid. she gets caught in there, drowns, and because i dont remember what's been indicated about void fluid nor can i be bothered to check if this is a wrong statement to make, echoes. it's less that she echoes due to being too attached to karmic urges or ego, but because she was so determined to do something impossible and so severely unfulfilled she could not simply ascend or die. and as an echo, it's mostly just rerunning her entire life over and over, trying to do new things and go to new places but always meeting that same end if any at all because she is trying to attain something she cannot fulfill

thats all i have to say abt this particular goober rn. if its noticeable that her story doesnt have a lot of depth its because it was effectively a shower thought. that parts in the rough stages i'll think about her more and it may get more improved on than just this. ya. slugat !! i'll draw her some more eventually, once i finish the other things i'm working on

[shadeops21]

Hey!

Quick question (I am a lil lost) have you ever made a Keegan cosplay guide?

I have not, nor do I have any intention to cover characters from other series outside of the Modern Warfare reboot, for a few reasons:

1) MW Reboot’s resources are either 100% true to life or very closely modelled off of real world equipment and components, and those are easily identified with the right amount of research and persistence.

For older games like Ghosts and the original MW, due to older engines and a lower capability for detailed modelling, while larger components such as clothing, vests and helmets are all based off of real world assets, things like pouches and smaller details are all too generic for recognition.

2) Models for characters from MW Reboot are much more readily available than from older titles, and those models that I can get are either in formats that I can’t load properly or are too low a quality to properly study.

I appreciate your question, and if for some reason IW adds some Ghosts as throwback operators in the coming seasons to MWIII, you bet your ass that I’ll be dropping guides for them.

[bilbobagginsomebabez]

oh no i hated iw*jú. the story is just. i gotta write this out. so the antag kidnaps rich kids because he's mad about wealth inequality. a rich engineer makes a fancy pet robot chameleon bodyguard, which is implied to be related to the rash of child kidnappings. he gives it to his daughter just before she's kidnapped because he forgot about her birthday and his boss wants a "live test" right away. two birds one stone, birthday gift & live test combo. well the bodyguard chameleon temporarily can't save protag due to low charge. because there's a charging issue with the robot chameleon. until she and her friend manage to charge it. and the chameleon saves the day.

i just don't love it

[hampser]

majority of my discord hotlinked images all finally broke. thanks you useless piece of shit thing that i pay for for some reason . i was gradually moving images to my own site since i knew this was coming but there are so many spread out so many places its so laborious and some iw don't care enough to fix . making me really sad how much gets lost every day . i know teens are obsessesd with Lost Media but this is the kind of shit that isn't even considered " media" that gets goned forever just like that, every day that goes by. a 20x20 pixel you may never see again and is unsearchable especially in this hellscape of search engine poison we live in . shit is changing so rapidly, and is Getting Worse for it. comprehending the downfall of this site especially , very realistically, them preventing off-site image hotlinkimg to save bandwidth and money , The thought of having to archive almost 15 years of images ive compiled on multiple blogs here, where to put it that it's safe for more than 5 years, what is even worth saving , is putting me in such an existential state, on top of having to truly think about my own mortality lately. all of the things i am hauling along with me digital and phsyical that bring me some sort of identity, belonging, comfort, or joy , but are my burden at the same time, need to be constantly maintained , and i am the only person who can do it . i guess , in a way, this is what gives life any meaning at all.

[shit-talk-turner]

She was def with IW. He cheated on her with a 19yr old model/singer in the US (Ivy Levan)& she was v salty about it & made a comment on her then Myspace. She said later (while full on with Alex) in her column in Company magazine about being left for a gorgeous 19yr old & saying we always (wrongly) blame the girl. Alexa had a lucky escape there! Yearrrrs ago (late 00's) there was an unofficial AM message board where everything used to get posted. Matt's mum used to post on it, one of the female sound engineers (dunno if it was Kelly tbh). It was WILD. The band even linked it to their website. The only time the Admin was asked to take something down was when loadsa people saw Alex snogging a blonde in I think Atlanta afterparty (in 2011). At that point there were rumblings of a split, Alexa was being seen with Theo Hutchcraft. The Alex & Alexa were papped together, then the split annouced & she joined Hurts on tour in Eastern Europe, Alex was on tour in the US then Arielle popped up. Crazy times in the fandom back then!

it's weird though because even with just a cursory search of her and Ian Watkins now, it just doesn't say they were actually in a relationship, just dating/linked together in the casual sense

[haneys]

honest to god I hate what is happening to search engines esp the Google store one like. I type dragon city bc iw snt to find games similar to it and 90% of the search is completly u related app adds. and a single other city building game. I hate it smsmsm back in the day I used to randomly find the most hidden gem small games ever and now it's like ah yes call of duty. exactly what I've been looking for. *death ray*

[iwingengineers]

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[rainbowgod666]

On it

Things that change between canon and what i cooked

Shinji and Gendo unironically are the only ones being like "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO FEEL PAIN WHEN USING THE EVA"

Kawoshin is canon

The compilation of times asuka gets humbled (read: decked in the face) would be ¼ of the shows runtime. Maybe a third. And 5 minutes of those would be shinji snapping

Speaking of our little white boy: he is the one actively making the EVA eat in that one scene (thenagain when iw atched the original i went "aww hes a widdle hungy boy :3"). Yeah when i gave him the "knight" upgrade it went... exactly as you would believe

The scene where theyre all naked has a gag where rei is like "nice cock bro" to shinji

Rei does every drug under the sun and also the only thing she got from shinjis mom is... the lineaments. Yeah the cloning process was so cracked the best way i can describe it is "NERV engineers accidentally gave a sister to one of the 4000 humans that survived the supervolcano eruption, whoops!"

She also is the first one to kiss shinji. Right before the Ramiel mission

Of course they both enjoyed it

Every time shinji runs away its shown less as "cowardice" and more as "look i will try my best but thats literally the gasterblaster gabriel ultrakill would use misato-san. Get a fucking grip girl". In at least one scene his running away is just him getting on a hill and screaming SO HARD everyone in neo Tokyo 3 hears him

Oh yeah btw he and steven quartz diamond cutiepie universe share one thing: (Max0r voice) step 1, bottle the emotions, step 2 uh (funny pause) m o l o t o v c o c k t a i l

Kaworu dies (he respawns right before the end of the series) and uuuh... you know that joke that goes "gay pride is over its time for GAY WRATH"?

Yeah.

That.

...

Unironically, by the end of this "Evangelion 4.0", shinji has one of the highest non-passive kill counts ever.

And he doesnt remember SHIT.

He did all that for kaworu (which, spoilers for evangelion, hes the last angel technically) which then causes 5th impact

Oh yeah btw this is a "reversal of cause and effect" where 3rd and 4th impact KINDA happened but uhhh yeag.

Also every other evangelion official series is canon

Aaaaaaaand one of the angels is just. An author stand in. Gonna call that mf Kamiel lmao

Oh and btw all pilots are over 18. Soooooooooooo

Did i mention mari is there? Yeah shes there and shes the light of the party :3

So, to recap

Shinji is now a power bottom with anger issues, asuka suffers karma every step of the way (and she doesnt learn at all lol), rei does le troche quelle besandi because she finds out shes immortal and they can quick-print her Lancer RPG style, kaworu is gay and everyone wuvs him (LOOK HIS HAIR IS HELLA FLUFFY AND HES A SWEETHEART OK?), gendo is just fucking done with everything because "look i get hes the 3rd children but hes mah son ffs at least make the EVA not THAT connected to his brain ffs when he cannibalized the angel im 90% sure the reports said "sexual excitement" like come on man let him have his legally required days off", misato has... a few braincells loose, and idk about everyone else. Everyone is just. Abridged

[dominadaemoni]

Reflexiones sobre la Saga Yakuza. (que vomito en lugar de dormir)

Publi para pegar enlaces al resto de mis vomitonas. Porque estén en un sitio y mi cerebro defectuoso pueda localizarlas

Ahí os deposito los que hay de momento:

Parte 1 Romances canon en Ryu Ga Gotoku: o por qué todos los yakuzas son gays (o deberían tratar de serlo)

MajiMako 1.1 Majimako 1.2 Majimako 1.3

Prox: Kiryu y Yumi: El amor de toda una vida es... ¿ligeramente insípido?

-------------------------------------------------------------------------- Por qué mierdas hago esto:

La idea es liberar espacio en mi cabeza porque está saturada. llevo literalmente ventimuchos años acumulando cosas que decir. Si alguien las lee, ok. Si alguien las comenta, ok tmb. Así podemos debatir en una lengua en la que no deba revisar mi orcografía en cada palabra.

Y si no... al menos abro hueco para refactorizar el disco duro

CV:

He jugado toda la saga + spinoffs en orden de release, por lo que mi visión cronológica en un poco timy wimy wibly wobly y sujeta a impresiones que no serán lo habitual en el fandom que juega en órden cronológico. Yakuzer de 1º Generación: También soy adolescente y la ancianidad me ataca simultáneamente (por si alguien no lo sospechaba).

Miembro orgulloso de la Familia Majima desde 2006. Oyaji es mi luz, alegría y el dolor en el trasero que me guía.

He jugados hasta al menos completar al 80% todos los juegos de la saga salvo Kenzan (porque no tengo paciencia con el traductor por foto de Google).

Juegos completados al 100% : Yakuza Kiwami, Kiwami 2, Yakuza 3, Yakuza 4, Yakuza 6, Gaiden

Al 95%: Yakuza 0, Yakuza 5, Lost Judgement, Dead Souls, Ishin, Ishin LaD

Al 80% LaD, IW, Judgement, Kurohyo

Menos: los que me queden por citar

Juego mejor hecho: Y0

Juego que personalmente más disfruto: Kiwami

Juego que odio no por malo o largo sino porque su argumento y evolución de personajes me saca de quicio Y5

Juego que odio porque está mal hecho y es un despropósito como cierre de la saga Y6

Juego que invalida lo poco rescatable del argumento del anterior Gaiden

Juego que invalida parte de las incongruencias del juego anterior IW

Juego que va por libre LaD7

Juego que invalidará o eso espero, todo mal recuerdo o voz discordante en mi cabeza. Piratas Yakuza en la Costa del Sol

Juego definitivo de la saga que algún día programaré yo bymiself

Majima porn simulator: the quest to find the real one piece of Kiryu Chan

Kiwami > Yakuza OG

Yakuza 2 OG > Kiwami 2

Yakuza 3>Yakuza6

Dead Souls > Y4 y Y5 (o al menos tiene menos incoherencias y agujeros de guión)

Lad7 > IW (prefiero los minijuegos al juego en si)

IW < Kamurocho Nights (Kiryu por turnos y con la mocopandilla de apoyo? no, gracias)

Prefiero somanta de ostias frente a menu por turnos, pero sobreviviré porque Ichi es adorable. Pero Kiryu no encaja ahí

Dragon engine < Kiwami Engine (y mejor que no me lo discutáis que tengo toneladas de argumentos de desarrollador de software para implementar)

Desde el fallecimiento de mi fatty ps2 no he vuelto a jugar en consola propia

No he jugado ninguno de los juegos en PS3 o PS4 pero he ocupado la casa de mi vecino hasta que se dignaron los de RGG a publicar el remaster. Me odia aún a día de hoy porque no entiende inglés (que aprenda)

PC Gamer hasta la muerte, emulo y moddeo lo que me falta o no me gusta. Salvo las físicas del Dragon Engine que no tienen remedio

SOBRE ESTAS REFLEXIONES:

Siempre escribo en serio excepto cuando lo hago de broma.

Siempre busco argumentos hasta para mis teorías más absurdas. (porque Yokoyama no lo hará por mi)

Hay algún punto argumental que te chirrie, COMENTALE o te comerán los alabastros

Estaremos en desacuerdo el 80% de las veces pero Majima y Kiryu coinciden menos todavía y eso no es impedimento para que sus destinos estén atados

[quietbluejay]

Angel Exterminatus Take 2 #10

A rendition of the anathame by my friend:

not that that really has anything to do with anything!

This time, Bluejay once again offhandedly dunks on the Iron Hands, Bluejay gives McNeill the dubious compliment of saying he writes better torture porn than Kyme, and my favourite bit in the book

the Iron Hands get to meet Fabius' monsters

yes the iron hands react in shock and horror and this allows the monsters to get the advantage hey remember Cassander? last time we met him, fabius used the spicy knife to torture him?

because, yeah, he didn't actually know but he's been turned into one of them so they get fed stuff that increases their aggressiveness so he didn't eat it

again i am feeling the Death Guard vibes in this chilis

so he tries to tell the Iron Hands that he's an Imperial Fist but unfortunately his mouth is to misformed to talk now

Lore: on a side note, I am upset that they are all bald. Why can't they have fabulous hair for once? Bluejay: the worship of chaos leads to the worship of baldness

Cassius ends up killing an Iron Hand in self-defence and has a mental breakdown about it this is the true horror of what Fabius has done to him he doesn't even have the ability to control his own physical actions any more idk tbh it's a little overdramatic but that feels like i'm being mean to poor cassius CASSANDER why am i calling him that over to Lucius and he is feeling like his armour is becoming part of his body Lucius: cool, whatever Lucius ninjas around

Lore:

I was reading this bit, wondering when Cassander was gonna turn around and start attacking the other monsters to show he was on the IH's side, but it just never happened. Is he literally just here to show how terrible Fabius and the EC are? What a waste of words. I could have done that by having one of the IHs notice some keepsake of Cassander's or a friend hanging from one of the monster's bodies. No need for Cassander's entier spicy knife event, and instead of a monster just going "woes is me!" you have a situation where (on top of the horror of realising someone you know has been turned into a slavering monster) some IH might be really conflicted about shooting what was once former allies. Maybe even have a brief moment of weakness that endangers the group for some actual tension. sigh Cassander better become goddamn important later on

Bluejay: he doesn't he kills fabius but fabius gets better cassander is basically just here for torture porn at least it's better done than vulkan lives though that's not a high bar

just when you think there might be something vaguely to this dude nah sharrowkyn is watching from above and in the crowd his eyes meet lucius, and they both experience the dokidokis nah what happens is he's sees Lucius doing his signature move and is like "i gotta kill him" so it's sharrowkyn vs lucius round one! lucius is having a great time even though sharrowkyn isn't answering any of his taunts or his question as to what his name is they get interrupted by Perturabo teleporting in

over in the engine room, thamatica is trying to stop the reactors from going critical and then he has an idea about how he can fight, too they came in like a wrecking ball~ (the iron circle, that is) oh for what is WITH this weird Leonardo da Vinci obsession on the part of the writer (and also perturabo, but mostly the writer)

like???

also i guess the iron hands should enjoy the simping they get in this book since it's some of the only simping they'll ever get

anyways perturabo simps for the iron hands a bit as he kills them you know what i called the IW the gamer legion but

they're both gamer legions

it's because he's too busy staring at the Terata it bothers him that Fabius did this even to their enemy it bothers him even more that:

meanwhile fabius thinks that the information alpharius got him from the raven guard was flawed because his modifications are not working as planned fabius thinks about how boring the iron hands ship looks

one of the terata looks at him

fabius: sometimes people come up to me when i'm smiling and they ask "what funny" fabius: and i say "how dare you speak to me"

over to the ship captain and things are not going well he and Wayland have figured out what Thamatica is up to and it's probably gonna blow up the ship of course Tyro orders Wayland to stop it, but Wayland thinks maybe Thamatica is right and they could take out at least one primarch

okay im gonna tldr a whole scene but fighting in the apothecarion and looks like fabius is going to grab the salamanders apothecary dude for his collection Tyro, meanwhile, accepts that he and the ship are an acceptable sacrifice for killing a primarch, but he can't really think of what to say

so turns out thamatica is not going to blow up the ship he's got something else planned judging from what else he said, it's something that the White Scars would enjoy oh hey over to Kroeger POV

kroeger is happy because he got to see perturabo in action again

kroeger looks over at forrix for some support but forrix is busy on the phone right now also hell of a time and place for perturabo to care about honour

perturabo: not this kroeger starts panicking and takes forrix' side he's worried for a second as "perturabo's cold eyes" stare into his soul and he remembers how berossus got brutalized but luckily kroeger is perturabo's specialest little guy and he ends up agreeing

over with apothecary tarsa, fabius questions him and he chants about vulkan lives and bluejay's left eyelid starts twitching

tarsa manages to get fabius with a good right hook fabius:

which is sharrowkyn's cue to fall from the ceiling and stab fabius instead of blood he bleeds "oily black gore" and sometimes i wonder if mcneill is trying to slowly transmute every bodily fluid into some kind of oil oily sweat, oily blood…what's next, oily tears?

anyways brother bombastus the dreadnought also blasts through the wall and somehow fabius survives this sure okay whatever one of the dudes defending the place has been fully deafened though this will become relevant later the iron warriors are back on their ship and perturabo is emanating imminent violence vibes which is adding to forrix's stress level so are they gonna actually fire at the vessel? well they're ready but Perturabo holds up a hand

i've grown to hate the four humours stuff so he's figured out what they're planning or rather what thamatica is planning

his admiration would fill them with nausea fortunately for everyone, no one finds out about this so what DID thamatica do

RAMMING SPEED

RIP Andronicus of course, naturally, all the named characters somehow survived this Forrix launches rescue craft boooooo and Perturabo says not to chase the Sisypheum, they've earned that much

okay next chapter opens with one of my favourite bits in this book so i'm going to be quoting a lot

[the imperial fists have entered the chat]

i feel like there's some sort of symbolism going on with that lion anyways apparently people have written operas, hundreds of plays, etc about primarchs climbing the stairs to talk to the emperor groan

oh? really? you don't say

i know there's a lot of interpretations of the emperor and why he did the great crusade but honestly i really like this one because it fits so nicely in with the fascism "we have to conquer the entire galaxy or we will eventually die as a species"

Lore: ahhh the Lebensraum argument

also the next bit is "and would never feel again" F in the chat for Perturabo

and here we goooo

see the thing is prayer fasting etc are all primarily tools for fighting the evil within (insofar as they as used for fighting evil) the emperor is doing a classic "externalize the evil and paint a specific outsider group with the "evil" brush" and also "we're the good guys, so what we do is good" and that's ultimately what causes perturabo to shatter

because ultimately, underneath everything, perturabo does have a conscience he knows he's done evil, and that it is evil and that any Emperor who would accept him and tell him good job for genociding Olympia is not one he wants to follow the Emperor's ideology is ultimately hollow for him

I know this is a repetition of last time, lol

perturabo: expression of loyalty the emperor: OwO

Lore: the emperor: jumanji smolders

after a moment of silence the emperor says he can't see the future leading from this moment any more

next up, a little Magnus simping

[oilyfry]

why why did iw render the beautiful setamonkeytoy useless thus disabling easy access to the dev console in mw3... now i have to learn cheat engine and painstakingly sift through hundreds of addresses to disable hud or hide the weapon. i was so desperate for an easier fix i tried dll injection with kiwidoggies alternate console dll too but my game ver is wrong. and none of the trainers on your usual hacking forums were made for singleplayer. ive wasted 5 hours already. and i have to redownload and reinstall mw3 on top of that. curse this cruel world.