#Preese

[politikwatch]

Massiv 🤔❓Ausscheitungen 5 #Haftbefehle🤔Euer ernst❓🤔 Wenns 2000 Haftbefehle sind, meldet euch🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️Ach ja die #Presse #Übertreibung ohne ende

[mitjalovse]

Rick Parashar was a lot of things to many musicians as we can glean from our illustrious discussions on the players he worked with, but I would suggest he molded the 90's. To be honest, him being connected with the period and those that took the wrong lessons from them should've meant he probably worked with a lot of musicians in the vein of Melissa Etheridge, whose biggest career break occurred in the period Parashar made his name. Sadly, he didn't work with any of them that much, he only helmed Melissa Etheridge's Lucky, which is not a bad album – some parts there are quite good –, yet you keep thinking how him producing her work in the 90's would've sounded like. Then again, were Mrs. Etheridge and her peers really close to the alternative rock of the time.

[justiceforvillains]

CALL ME M O N S T E R

➽ PAIRING : Vampire Hyunjin x Fem Reader

➽ SUMMARY: Vampire Hyunjin has lived hundreds of years alone, only leaving his castle when the thirst became unbearable, so what happened when a pretty-faced, broken human asked to be his blood pet?

➽ WARNINGS : None

[Part 1] {Part 2} [How it's like Living with Vampire Hyunjin]

Y/N lay restless in her slumber, her mind a tangled web of nightmares. Each image clawed at her. Shadows danced menacingly behind her eyelids; echoes of laughter twisted into cries, familiar faces contorted with mockery, she can still fear every sting every burn that was left on her body.

Suddenly, a soft knock broke the oppressive silence of the room waking up slowly. The sound was almost surreal in the stillness, a herald of something she dreaded "My lord requests your presence," came a Whisper from the shadows, smooth yet unsettling.

Y/N’s heart raced, thumping violently in her chest. A swirling concoction of fear and anticipation gripped her as she wondered what awaited her on the other side of that door. Would it be punishment for her past transgressions, Did the Vampire already deced he had enough of her? did he see how Usless she really is?

Just as panic threatened to engulf her, she found herself standing obediently before him.

Hyunjin's piercing gaze bore into her, an intense heat emanating from his presence. His voice soothed yet held a primal command.

"Come, little one. Your lord requires sustenance." He smirked

Y/N's body moved almost on instinct toward him, her trembling legs defying the chaos swirling in her mind, drawn by his undeniable magnetism.

"Sit," he instructed, patting his lap. The command sent a jolt through her, but despite her racing heart, she complied, not wanting to anger him, before long he enveloped her in his strong arms. Y/N felt his cold body preesing into her warm one.

She was blushing sitting there in straddling his lap facing him, he chuckled "If this got you flustered what would you do if i do this?"

soft lips grazed her neck, a shiver coursed through her, igniting both fear and excitement. she was trembling again her face even reder from the soft touches

"Don't be afraid," he breathed, the words a teasing whisper that sent her senses into chaos. Y/N gasped as she felt his fangs descend, sharp yet inviting, a duality that both frightened and thrilled her. Hyunjin’s eyes sparkled with mischief, and a sense of power washed over him as he marveled at her delicate form—"So delicate," he murmured, before sinking his teeth into her.

Y/N trembled beneath him, warmth flooding her face as the dual sensations of pleasure and pain mingled, blurring the lines of her reality. Hyunjin drank deeply, savoring her essence as well as the delightful distress etched upon her features. In that moment, the world outside faded, and all that mattered was the intoxicating connection between them.

A wave of drowsiness swept over Y/N, her eyelids drooping as her body swayed. Hyunjin instinctively tightened his hold, cradling her as if she were the most precious treasure. "No… no energy," she mumbled, allowing herself to snuggle deeper into his cold chest.

Hyunjin felt a thrill surge through him, masking it with a feigned irritation. "What're you doing?" he questioned, although the heart of him reveled in her closeness, sensing vulnerability in this fragile human.

As she stirred, ready to step away, his grip firmly held her in place. "Stay still. Your… fragile human health requires recovery." A sleepy nod emerged from Y/N as she pressed her forehead into him.

With his fingers gently stroking her hair, Hyunjin felt his rough exterior dissolve. "Sleep, little one. I will… You're under my protection."

Soothed by the warmth of his voice and the rhythmic fake rise and fall of his chest, Y/N surrendered to the embrace, her soft snores filling the air. The delicate clasp of her small hands around his cloak was a stark reminder of her fragility, and Hyunjin's heart softened at the sight. In that moment, he could barely comprehend the whirlwind of emotions coursing through him; there was a fierce possessiveness he hadn’t knew he possessed. "Mine," he whispered, and the word felt undeniable, echoing in the depths of his heart.

He truly doesn't know what came over him, just yesterday he pittied her, what feelings does he have now towards her? a human?!

As sunlight faded and shadows danced around them, Hyunjin found himself entranced by the serene expression on Y/N's face. His fingers traced the pulse at her neck, remembering the mark he had left not long before. he sighed carring her back to the bedroom, he couldn't help but kiss her forhead before leaving.

as Y/N’s eyelids fluttered open, the remnants of her dreams clung to her, threatening to pull her back into the abyss of despair. "No, it's impossible," she whispered, placing her hand over her forhead.

[How it's like Living with Vampire Hyunjin]

[Part 1]

{Part 2}

✦ Masterlist ✦

[fuckterfs-deactivated20221212]

I preesed the button as you asked. What do I get as a reward?

you get a picture of a cat taken in zenless zone zero

[andromedasea]

happy six sunday monday

tagged by @kalvin-brnine thank you! fuchsia marros [marais] is not in this scene but that is the au this is from; hemera and preese are both violetbloods who work for her in the palace and they’re also lesbian/gay worsties. also tagging @shrimpblast and @grainjew if you want to participate

——————

He snorts. “So what’s your problem?”

Hemera’s mouth hangs open. “My problem—?”

“You need the other side to match?” Prisie jokes, nosing into the crook of her shoulder and batting his eyelashes. He’s not expecting her to let him get so far, much less the way she freezes and nearly chokes.

Prisie rolls his eyes.

He blows a raspberry on her neck. Hemera shrieks and shoves him backwards, and he slams into his desk chair with a loud laugh.

Hemera advances and grabs him by the shirt. “Listen, you little manlet—”

“—I prefer short king or twink, thank you—”

“—I know no one’s ever wanted to fuck you before, so I’m sure you’re out of your depth, but some of us have to go to work in the morning!”

When Prisie doesn’t respond, and instead mostly looks unimpressed, Hemera glares at him. “I, specifically, have to go to work in the morning!!” She shakes his shirtfront in her fist, for emphasis, or possibly to vent some nervous energy. “I have to be her advisor again! I have to act normal!”

“Oh, god.” Mock horror dawns on him. “You’ve never acted normal in your life.”

Hemera scoffs and rolls her eyes so hard Prisie wonders if they’ll get stuck, just before she drops his ass back on the seat. “Ow,” he mutters. He plucks at his silk pajama shirt to restore its rumpledness to effortlessly relaxed.

Hazardously abashed is pacing around his room now, gesticulating wildly at no one. “What am I supposed to say? ‘Hello, princess, lovely evening. Thanks for the massive hickey—didn’t know you had it in you.’” Hemera claws at the bruise like she’s trying to peel it off. “Oh my god, this isn’t going to fade for at least a week.”

“Probably two or three,” Prisie adds, helpfully.

Hemera whips around. “What,” she nearly shouts, “do I do?”

Prisie lifts his hands in surrender. “Calm down, first of all.”

Hemera glares at him.

“There’s pom green in the minifridge,” he continues.

She turns on her heel, still giving him a dirty look over her shoulder, and stalks toward his kitchenette. Prisie laces his fingers together patiently.

[g48515]

More Engrish Preese

[fmp24np]

Forefront 10

Victorien Berry, a Paris-based Character Artist, discusses his work in an 80.lvl article on Banishers: Ghosts of New Eden, an action RPG by Don't Nod. Beginning his career in 2015, Berry transitioned from low-poly art at Sloclap Studio to realistic projects at Ubisoft, notably on the Ghost Recon franchise. His passion for blending artistic and technical skills led him to 3D art, where he specialized in video games, inspired by tools like Physically Based Rendering (PBR).

In Banishers, Berry was key in the character creation process, designing historically accurate clothing to reflect the characters' social status and activities within the New England setting of the game.

Banishers - Helen Preese (Berry, 2024a)

The artist explains the use of Marvelous Designer, a software crutial in realistically simulating clothing for characters in Banishers: Ghosts of New Eden. This tool was essential for creating detailed clothing that would have been difficult to sculpt manually, ensuring consistency across the game’s assets while accurately representing various fabrics like cotton and leather. The character creation pipeline included standard practices with specific adjustments, such as creating characters in multiple sizes based on scan data, using tools like ZBrush, Maya, and R3DS to modify body structures without affecting joint positions.

Marvelous Designer was crucial for the clothing process, where Berry focused on creating patterns and folds efficiently. He used elastic bands in the simulation to fake garment contact, saving time by leaving final adjustments for ZBrush. This approach allowed the team to meet the game's technical requirements while efficiently producing clothing assets. Additionally, clothing pieces were reused across different characters, a strategy necessary due to the game’s limited character roster. Each character’s face was individually modeled in ZBrush, with detailed skin textures added using alphas from Texturing XYZ or 3D Scan Store. Retopology ensured proper alignment of cloth folds with topology, maintaining a square topology beneath triangulated folds for effective rigging. In the look development (lookdev) stage of game, the artist describes how UVs were unwrapped into a sewing pattern logic using tools like RizomUV or UV Layout. The game utilized Unreal Engine's UDIMs system, with baking and texturing handled by Substance 3D Painter and Designer. An ID Map was included to adjust fabric across multiple texture sets.

Berry discusses the challenges of raising the quality standard for characters on next-generation consoles like PS5, PC, and Xbox. The team developed solutions such as UDIMs and specific shaders to enhance the realism of skin and fabric. Asset reuse was critical for managing the workload and meeting deadlines, ensuring efficiency without compromising quality.

For aspiring 3D artists, Berry advises a well-rounded learning approach, emphasizing the importance of drawing knowledge from teachers, online tutorials, and peers. He highlights the significance of collaboration, continuous feedback, and setting ambitious goals for personal projects. Berry encourages artists to invest in high-quality tutorials and engage with mentors for guidance, as these steps are crucial for growth and success in the field.

I think, the artist work on Banishers: Ghosts of New Eden demonstrates the importance of mastering industry-standard tools like Marvelous Designer, ZBrush, and Substance 3D Painter, and shows how technical skills can be leveraged to achieve artistic goals. The blend of artistic and technical knowledge, collaboration with peers, and continuous learning is inevitable to achieve success within the industry.

Berry, V. (2024a). Banishers - Helen Preese. [Online] Available at: https://www.artstation.com/artwork/VJ6VeZ.

Berry, V. (2024b). Don’t Nod’s Banishers: Character Art Workflows & Digital Outfits Creation. [online] 80.lv. Available at: https://80.lv/articles/don-t-nod-s-banishers-character-art-workflows-digital-outfits-creation/.

[argleblarg]

1 Vheezeer is thy belufed gune-a, Ou thuou feurest imung vumee-a? vheezeer is thy belufed tuorned iside-a? zeet ve-a mey seek heem vit zee-a.2 My belufed is gune-a duon intu hees gerdee-a, tu zee-a beds ouff spices, tu feed in zee-a gerdens, und tu gezeer leelees.3 I im my belufed's, und my belufed is meene-a: he-a feedet imung zee-a leelees.4 Thuou irt beuotiffuol, Ou my lufe-a, is Turzeh, cumely is Jeruoselem, terrible-a is un irmy vit buonners.5 Tuorn ivey zeene-a iyes frum me-a, fur zeey hefe-a oufercume-a me-a: thy heur is is a fluck ouff guets zeet ippeer frum GEEleed.6 Thy teet ire-a is a fluck ouff sheep vheech gu up frum zee-a vesheeng, vhereuff ifery oune-a beeret tvins, und zeere-a is nut oune-a berree-a imung zeem.7 Is a piece-a ouff a pumegruonete-a ire-a thy temples vizeen thy lucks.8 Zeere-a ire-a threescure-a quoeens, und fuourscure-a cuncuobeenes, und furgeens vithuout nuomber.9 My dufe-a, my undeffeeled is buot oune-a; she-a is zee-a ounly oune-a ouff her muzeer, she-a is zee-a chuice-a oune-a ouff her zeet bere-a her. Zee-a duoghters sev her, und blessed her; yea, zee-a quoeens und zee-a cuncuobeenes, und zeey preesed her.10 Vhu is she-a zeet luoket furt is zee-a murning, feur is zee-a muon, cleer is zee-a suon, und terrible-a is un irmy vit buonners?11 I vent duon intu zee-a gerdee-a ouff nuots tu see-a zee-a fruoits ouff zee-a felley, und tu see-a vhezeer zee-a fine-a fluourished, und zee-a pumegruonetes buodded.12 Our ifer I ves ivere-a, my suoul mede-a me-a leeke-a zee-a cheriuts ouff Immeenedeeb.13 Retuorn, retuorn, Ou Shuolemeete-a; retuorn, retuorn, zeet ve-a mey luok upun zee-a. Vhet vill ye-a see-a in zee-a Shuolemeete-a? Is it vere-a zee-a cumpuony ouff tvu irmees. Bork Bork Bork!

[risingshine]

(Theothervonkarmagirl) [HUSH] reversed, because Maria is not strong enough to do it to him lmao

[ HUSH ]: as a means of getting the receiver to stay quiet, the sender covers their mouth and ends up shoving them into a wall in their urgency.

To say that Simon had a headache felt like an understatement of the century - he would lop his own head off if it meant he could be done with this.

Although he could thankfully keep taka quiet, the same couldn't be saint of present company - the silver haired prosecutor talking his ear off.

After one or two warnings, which was only met by teases, he seemed to have snapped somewhat - a hand grappling her by the mouth and pushing her (as gently as he could) 8nto the nearby wall, bodies preesed together as a scowl tried to burn a hole through her.

"I am not in the mood for banter,so this is the last time I will ask. You. To. Be. Quiet.

The next time a word leaves that mouth I will be forced to gag it. And that is NOT and invite for your teasing quips."

[toastyvonbacon]

Mon anxiété sur le web – Pourquoi je reste silencieuse dans le chat

Je me rappelle la première fois où j’ai écrit dans un chat. J’étais vraiment anxieuse. Est-ce que mon commentaire allait être bien reçu par le groupe ? Est-ce que c’était pertinent et cela répondait à la question de l’autre internaute ? L’anxiété numérique existe bel et bien à laquelle certains d’entre nous doivent faire face. La diversité des communautés, ayant chacune leurs étiquettes et normes de fonctionnement, en plus de la surreprésentation d’un certain type de personnalité (les grands publicateurs et leur besoin d’exposition) font en sorte que l’on se sent souvent perdus, voir inadéquat quand on commence à s’aventurer dans le monde de la publication en ligne, que ce soit sur un média social ou dans un chat sur l’application Twitch. La modération se veut une solution pour assurer le respect de la nétiquette, mais généralement, ce sont plutôt les utilisateurs modèles (grands publicateurs) qui donnent le ton.

Dans l’article ETIQUETTE ONLINE: From NICE to NECESSARY, il est question de la grande diversité des collectivités web et de la formation des différentes étiquettes de celles-ci. L’auteure fait référence à la construction des normes sociales par l’expérience et la rétroaction de ses pairs. Cette rétroaction guide l’usager vers ce qui est acceptable et attendu. Différents moyens sont utilisés à cet effet et différentes communautés en émergent. Ces attentes seront distinctes d’un groupe à l’autre et la forme de modération pour assurer le respect des règles fluctuera grandement. Bref, si je ne réponds pas à l’étiquette du chat, je vais me le faire dire. La façon va être très variable, et cela peut aller d’un simple rappel à l’ordre à une avalanche de commentaires désagréables, ce que je souhaite éviter. En plus, j’espère que les grands publicateurs vont approuver mon contenu puisque j’ai l’impression que tout le monde est en accord avec eux.

Ce qui malheureusement est faux, puisque selon l’article de l’Actualité Non, les médias sociaux ne sont pas le reflet de la société, seulement 3 utilisateurs sur 10 publient. Résultat ? J’ai l’impression que si TropTOP1223, qui publie constamment dans la conversation, n’est pas en accord avec mon message, je vais avoir de la difficulté à m’intégrer alors que peut être que 70 % des autres utilisateurs vont être d’accord avec moi. Mais, comme je ne vois pas leur opinion apparaître, et que le seul échantillon visible est celui de ceux qui parlent pour parler (toujours selon l’Actualité, les 3 sur 10 partagent tous la caractéristique d’avoir le besoin d’être vu et entendu avant même de s’intéresser au contenu publié), je m’accroche encore plus à la rétroaction de TropTOP1223. C’est trop de considération pour simplement passer un commentaire dans un chat.

Ça me rend anxieuse. Je souffre d’anxiété numérique. Et sachez que ça peut aller plus loin que la peur de publier dans un chat. Je connais quelqu’un qui ne peut pas avoir de comptes sur les médias sociaux sans vivre des symptômes de dépression. Bref, je vais rester dans le 70 % des utilisateurs qui se contentent de lire TropTOP1223 en suivant mon streamer préféré dans ses aventures virtuelles.

Bibliographie :

Jessy Preese (April 2004). COMMUNICATIONS OF THE ACM (Vol. 47, No. 4). ETIQUETTE ONLINE: From NICE to NECESSARY  https://sitescours.monportail.ulaval.ca/contenu/sitescours/039/03914/202301/site151205/modules1100541/module1382557/page3745729/bloccontenu3840109/EtiquetteOnline.pdf?identifiant=80c7c7a952513f5cb8d664f9a272d2aefe4fc0bb

Alain Giguère (26 février 2019). L'Actualité. Non, les médias sociaux ne sont pas le reflet de la société https://lactualite.com/societe/non-les-medias-sociaux-ne-sont-pas-le-reflet-des-opinions-de-la-societe/

[whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon]

Fuck you, I caved. Have subgott getting what he deserves

"Little lord..."

Whatever the Grace Given King wanted to say sliped his unsteady mind. Hyper aware of everything they gave to him. They keept giving everything of them. Their lips, pressed on his furred belly, curled in a smile. Sword and magic worn hands caressed his mighty tights, desperatly wrapped around their sweaty skin, holding as if it were the only thing keeping him from blissful insanity.

"My king"

They started in a voice so filled with infatuation he wanted to drown in it, until he would no longer know air nor breath, just hushed sounds of their encouraging words to sink his mind.

"My love you are so beautiful."

Atop his tail they sat, burried in him as deep as they can, he took all of them greedily.

"I love you."

It was said with every kiss they placed on him, hips slightly humping in slow rythm between kisses and words.

"Let me love you."

They made a harder thrust and the moan he let out was as sinful as it was long. His heel preesed into their lower back, gesture answering where words failed him.

"Feel my everything I give to you."

Once more they eased out and in at a slow pace.

"I bind mine self to you for an eternity."

Their hand left soft imprints in his fur.

"And if eternity tries to pull us apart I will tear time itself asunder."

Promise spoken true with a hard thrust, but one filled with tenderdness. They calmed from their little outburst, a glassy look to their eyes as they reached out their hand to caress his face. Morgott leaned into the touch, unable to even kiss their fingers. Their pace was not fast, nor rough. Not today. Not when Morgotts eye held the same glassy look.

"Even if it only were to earn but one more moment with you, my beloved Morgott."

[theysaywhatasadsight]

Just remembered, even women in the foreign service wear sarees at official dinners (this scene here was that this was a high profile dinner or sum shit and the mc couldnt wear a sari here)

I started with what is this desi p&p adaptation and this one character goes "no one wears saris outside of festivals and weddings" ma'am. Ma'am. Please, no.

[harrytheehottie]

i'm sorry i still can't get over the rolling around on the floor while hugging clip. the thigh preesed onto her?? when will i get to roll around on the ground with an emotionally unavailable deranged aquarius??

me after that part of rehearsals

[murmuringtranquility]

i was just informed that caprese is pronounced ca pray say and not ca preese (like peace) and my life is a lie now

[bakaember]

Bakugou Smut Part 3 18+

(@speedmetalqueen, lets see how this turned out.🤭💚)

Warnings: Slight name calling🥵, fingering💛🤭,

Bakugou x fem! Reader

The last few days has been bliss.

Bakugou hadnt left your apartment, staying to spoil you.

The wedding ring that usted to be no His finger was gone.

Bakugou wached you through his lashes as you "awwed" at a Suger Glider on your phone. For the past few days you had been obsessed with the weird animal. Bakugou was feeling a bit jealous.You gave a picture of an animal more attention. He huffed, anoyyed.

"Hmmm? Whats wrong?" You mummered. Not looking up from your phone. You felt a hand trail up your leg, yo your thigh, then your ass, that was coveref by your lacey green panties. Bakugou patted your ass, wanting atention. With a sigh you chose to ignore him.

That was a mistake.

"Princess."

"Hmmm?" You answered, still not looking away from your phone. You felt the weight of the bed shift. The hand that was on your ass gone. Bakugou has gotten up and left the room to only come back with a smirk on His face.

"Katsuki!" You screamed as he suddenly pushed you on your back and pinned you down. Your phone was taken from your hand and thrown onto your night stand. Looking up to meet his gaze, you blushed. His gaze was so intense. It made your body hot. He then bent down to kiss and mark your neck. "K-Katsuki-" you said throwing your head back and moaning. Licking and kissing your jaw, Bakugou smirked.

"Such a needy slut, huh?"

Before you could answer, he preesed His lips yo yours with a heated kiss. His fingers trailing down to your boobs. He gave them a soft squeeze, before putting one hand in your hair and pulling softly. His other hand pulled your green panties off of you and started to play with your clit, at a teasing speed. Your loud moan Made him groan. It felt so good, his finger was just like magic.

"Such a damn Slut.." he snickered.

Your body wanted More, It needed More, and if you didnt get more-

"Katsuki...Please!" You begged.

Bakugou loved your begging tone, It Made his cock twitch.

"Please what?" He smirked.

"Please fuck me!" You whimpered.

"Why didnt you say so?"

(👉Hmmhmm👈)

equests are open!

💚Feel free to Ask!💚

Part 4..?

[synonymroll648]

Cuh-preese?

ty to this anon and everyone who answered what they pronounce 'caprise' as because i just wanted to see if i was the only one pronouncing it 'cap-rise' and sure enough i was lmao