#iskin

[bkblaise]

God take all of the world's suffering and triple it and give it to this man ft. Ness & Isagi

[blue-thief]

random tidbit but this

was my attempt at recreating the way ness's thoughts are portrayed here

[kon4ka]

Challenge: Drawing D&D classes - Topic 7 - Druid 2

🎆 Druid Hacker in the world of Cyberpunk - Aleph zero. 🎆

No, I didn’t eat strange colored mushrooms… 🍄

🖥 Backstory: Born with unique computing abilities, at the age of three she was kidnapped by a corporation that connected her to the network and made her a netrunner. Until my twentieth birthday, I never left the network. She was forced to first learn to live online, and then to comply with the requirements of the Corporation. But thanks to the innate runner's intuition, she was able to look behind the ice (firewall) of the corporation and travel through the open network and fragments of the Old Network that remained after the Fall of the First Network in backward countries.

Over time, she learned the rules and laws of each region and even learned to imitate programs so that the corporation could not distinguish her from one of the AIs. During my “work” for the corporation, I also saw enough of the human world and burned with a burning desire to get out of the world of ones and zeros and feel at least something, feel what it’s like to live, look at the world with your own eyes, eat food and experience other everyday joys. Presumably it was saved during the merger of two corporations; the container with it was simply stolen along with the weapons and the data center. The container ended up in the hands of one of the gangs, from which Aleph escaped, burning the brains of everyone who was connected to the gang’s local network. I found myself on the street not understanding what to do and barely able to control her body. She had one contact outside the corporation where she worked, Aleph was able to contact him and ask for help. They helped her; someone she knew only by his online nickname came for her and took her away from the bandit’s lair, and then took her to the ripper. Aleph Zero sat for a long time on the necks of the people who sheltered her, slowly relearning how to speak with my mouth and control my own body.

✒ Character: Still a big child, delighted with the most banal things. Still often wrong about trivial things. Good at everything that requires logic. She is laconic, or rather, she still forgets that in order to be heard it is not enough to just think. Cheerful and not serious in many ways. She takes orders extremely responsibly and is accustomed to repaying her debts.

🪢 Skills: From the Druids she adopted the ability to change forms on the network, can become a Worm, Virus, Trojan, Python, Interversion (inward-facing artificials), etc.

✨ Features: There are almost no implants in the body. Professional cyberdeck inherited from the company. She dresses very colorfully, making up for the time when everything around her consisted of zeros and ones. There are special implants in the eyes, in one there is the letter Aleph, in the other there is a zero.

P.S. Aleph zero or ℵ0 - Mathematical term. The number of elements in an infinite set. P. P. S. Inward facing Iskin (cube in the background), Iskins found in the Old Network, they cannot perceive anything outside themselves, that is, they seem to “look inside themselves” and nothing outside can influence them. This design is risky, but can be used as a shield in extreme cases.

RU

🎆 Друид Хакер в мире Киберпанка - Алеф ноль. 🎆

Нет, я не ела грибов странного цвета… 🍄

🖥 Предыстория: Родилась с уникальными вычислительными способностями, в три года была похищена корпорацией, которая подключила её к сети и сделала из нее нетраннера. До своего двадцатилетия ни разу не покидала сеть. Была вынуждена сначала учиться жить в сети, а потом и выполнять требования Корпорации. Но благодаря врожденной раннерской интуиции смогла заглянуть за лёд (брандмауэр) корпорации и путешествовать по открытой сети и осколкам Старой Сети, оставшимся после Падения Первой Сети в отсталых странах. Со временем выучила правила и законы каждого региона и даже научилась подрожать программам, чтобы корпорация не могла отличить ее от одного из Искинов (ИИ). За время своей "работы" на корпорацию так же насмотрелась на мир людей и горела жгучим желанием выбраться из мира единиц и нулей и почувствовать хоть что-то, почувствовать каково это - жить, смотреть на мир своими глазами, есть еду и ощущать прочие житейские радости. Предположительно была спасена при слиянии двух корпораций, контейнер с ней просто выкрали вместе с оружием и датацентром. Контейнер попал к одной из группировок, от которой Алеф сбежала, спалив мозги всем, кто был подключен к локальной сети банды. Оказалась на улице, не понимающая что делать и едва способная контролировать свое тело. У нее был один контакт вне корпорации где она работала, Алеф смогла с ним связаться и попросить помощи. Ей помогли, тот, кого она знала лишь по нику в сети приехал за ней и увёз из бандитского логова, а после отвез к риперу. Алеф Ноль долго сидела на шее приютивших её людей, медленно заново учась говорить ртом и владеть собственным телом.

✒

Характер: Всё ещё большой ребёнок, в восторге от самых банальных вещей. Всё ещё часто ошибается в банальных вещах. Хороша во всем, что требует логики. Немногословна, вернее, всё ещё забывает, что чтобы ее услышали недостаточно просто думать. Веселая во многом несерьезная. Крайне ответственно относится к поручениям и привыкла отдавать долги.

🪢 Навыки: От друидов переняла способность менять формы в сети, может становиться Червём, Вирусом, Трояном, Питоном, Интерверсией (обращенный внутрь искин) и т. д.

Особенности: В теле почти нет имплантов. Профессиональная кибердека доставшаяся от корпы. Очень пёстро одевается, отыгрываясь за время, когда все вокруг нее состояло из нулей и единиц. В глазах особые импланты, в одном буква Алеф, в другом ноль.

P. S. Алеф ноль или ℵ0 - Математический термин. Количество элементов в бесконечном множестве. P. P. S. Обращенный внутрь Искин (куб на заднем плане), Искины, встречающиеся в Старой Сети, не могут воспринимать ничего снаружи себя, то есть они как бы "смотрят внутрь себя" и ничто снаружи не может повлиять на них. Подобная конструкция рискована, но применима как щит на крайний случай.

[distinktionsfetzen]

Check out Alexander Iskin, Phoenix Rebellion (2024), From KÖNIG GALERIE

[444names]

Names derived from Tolkienesque forenames, theological angels, and superlatives, excluding the letter "E"

Abalth Ablaracalla Addacild Addalith Adradrata Adûna Agasin Agudir Aihir Ailúk Aindil Ainvannat Airdaiang Aladacir Alattant Algranákhôr Alimor Alindand Amild Amitë Amling Amragudil Amran Amranor Amron Amrothair Ancil Ancir Andil Andir Andis Andor Anduin Andust Anfainúmil Anfalm Angoldach Angor Animuzgal Animë Annar Antan Antar Anthorophon Aradardan Araglirman Arail Aramag Arand Aranduil Aranur Araphang Arashan Arasin Arassad Aravanwë Arazaphoron Arazôn Arcir Ardannas Ardar Ardil Ardilthôr Ardir Argos Arinwë Arinúmil Armaurvia Arthéod Artullik Atamalabar Athil Atillion Auglúk Azimair Azrandaind Azraphil Azrazôr...

Bador Baharfinar Balfan Bardaiahang Barombur Baron Bightarast Bithothim Blarikar Blarunna Blatar Blorn Blund Bofthôn Boldor Bombar Bomir Bormtor Boros Braca Brach Bragorl Brahráin Brast Brazil Brazran Brimbusil Brion Briën Bryar Bulkanwë Bëorl Bëorn Bëoron Bórwar Caldorlion Caldur Carah Caran Carma Catron Chaphil Charin Cilaugdur Cilimrardar Clorn Clowmaca Clurtz Coori Cothaphirë Cranamil Craphon Crinil Criën Curiën Curtil Dalin Dallos Dardancaróf Dorbarad Dorina Dorod Doron Drant Driah Duicir Dular Durionna Durust Dusilmon Déallinúvir Déomir Déoth Fainnardaia Faldant Fanarcir Fangolwë Fastirion Fatalma Filúk Findir Finzil Firyah Flain Fland Flant Folorn Forion Foron Frind Frindumo Fréago Fréagold Fréagon Fréagor Frórindómir Fëangon Fílimloth Fírdarost Gabadamar Gabar Gadrin Galadan Galast Galingrik Gallouglik Gamilkardin Gamrouglin Gamsirë Gasin Gildil Gildon Gilgancalca Gimbal Gimrah Glast Glindrat Glinin Gloolgalain Golionwë Gorfil Gortur Graph Grapharcir Grararth Grathor Griondran Grohilúk Grontata Grómil Hadaming Halcwin Haldil Haldë Halin Hamroddor Hamrondir Hamûl Hangoldum Hangor Hanwë Harata Hardair Hardal Hargormanth Haronwë Hassuirë Hingloon Horomë Hossir Huaqqibûn Hubbithon Humbrion Hunnarimë Huoldor Hushorië Hyath Hyavi Hámaminduin Ibaulë Ibûnah Idurl Ildarantho Imbrinar Imiryaviad Imoilir Indanch Indli Indorn Isildir Iskil Iskin Itchinc Jophor Juild Kirim Kusilgash Kílik Lalanthôr Lararë Latandor Limin Lithia Londandum Lossunír Lothon Loughâl Loungon Luilin Lumaiar Lurth Léotha Makil Malaca Malitho Mamanth Mandusil Manthoron Marat Mirmaras Mithramrons Muanassion Muladorthir Mulair Mulfin Mulfwin Mírdil Nahtar Nakar Naraiadil Naraphar Nauglas Ningrossion Nittârin Noisrah Nurvir Nólin Nómil Olcaldwyn Oldog Ollia Orlim Palas Palfwinros Paláf Phast Plador Polór Powyn Primanil Prondil Purlada Purviarun Rangoldir Ranor Ranthéod Razazach Razôr Rildon Rintor Riont Rondor Rophamin Ríand Sacali Sadomë Salar Salbah Salchub Saldal Saldorod Salik Salinar Salmil Salthôr Samlimog Sanim Sanáinbri Saughtil Sauglador Sauglitë Saugloth Sauglúk Saulast Saust Scalfin Sharfil Sharros Shmorlaihin Shnáin Shnáincil Shnákhîm Shnákhôn Shnárin Shoril Shossandir Siaron Simlin Singwin Skinindil Slimundor Slion Slorroador Smacir Smalast Smalmo Smancaláf Smandurucir Sméawin Sofur Soomë Soorfin Soorost Soron Souglon Súriandurië Tabaglor Taldil Tamracir Tamûl Tanbrapho Tanch Tanur Tarda Tardagon Tardir Tharavor Thardag Thargor Thing Thingran Thongwin Tiust Tuolwë Tuolór Turimron Turin Turind Tzagdur Tzazim Túrimir Túrisir Ufingun Ugassil Ulkhar Ulmaalthrór Ulwin Unkasil Uolóin Urondorod Urubifunkas Urunkan Uzgan Valadacir Valaurth Valdadûnan Valgas Valliahamli Vanin Vanwë Vathéod Vidufin Viduin Vincalik Vorman Vánamir Vánar Vánast Vánatalast Waindë Winca Winimë Worod Yáviah Zachalg Zadan Zadrór Zagoldog Zimbucargil Zophoroddoc Zophos Éodróg Éodwyn Éothar Éothiahadoc Éothor

[sarandipitywrites]

howdy!!!! for the WIP excerpt ask game: 🗣 Share your favorite dialogue exchange. & 👤 Share a line that shows a character’s personality. <3 - @liv-is

hi, Liv!

i'm apparently incapable of sharing just a line or two today, so i'll leave the answers under the cut. they're both from The Art of Empty Space:

🗣 (i've definitely posted this bit before, but i love it so here it is again):

Lienzo scooped his bag from the floor and brushed past the beast, carving a path down the rightmost hallway. "Well, since that's settled, why don't we see about supper? I, for one, am famished; you do eat, I assume?" His last meal had been the half-stale chunk of bread he'd eaten an hour before reaching Iskin Forest the evening before; even if the dracolisks didn't catch him, he surely would have collapsed from hunger somewhere on the road to Minadore. "I... erm..." The beast, after a moment of shuffling in place, fell into step beside Lienzo. "...Yes?" "Oh, come now, I know you can do better than 'yes.' I know you've plenty of food in that kitchen — what do you like? Do you hunt?" Gods knew the beast was no trapper. "I... don't hunt? I don't eat meat." "You don't—?" Lienzo stopped short and squinted up at the beast. "With those teeth?" An odd, scoffing snort escaped it. "You're one to talk about teeth." It flinched and froze in place. Shoulders hunched, it looked away and bowed its head, as though it wished to pull its cloak up and disappear. It was all Lienzo could do not to burst out laughing. A monster, cowed as though it'd just mouthed off to its parent? "You're damn right, I am." He smiled, didn't bother trying to hide his teeth. "Uniquely qualified, you might say." The beast uncurled and, after a moment, offered an uncertain smile in return.

👤 :

Lienzo breathed, forced himself to hold it, and let it out again. Aaro wanted to help. She did. Just because she didn't understand why handouts weren't helpful— "If you want to help me," he said, his voice shaking with forced calm, "you will buy the last things I have of any value." His tongue flicked out, wet his lips. Don't say it. Don't say it. Whatever he did, he couldn't— "We're family. Right?"

Aaro's shoulders slumped. She dragged her hand over her face. When she looked at him again, her eyes were older than the gnarled wood of her countertop.

Lienzo had won.

Bile rose in his throat, burned the backs of his eyes. He'd won, and he was the foulest piece of shit to ever walk the planet.

Thanks for the ask! 💜

[pahishylje]

Taiteilin mun mehikasvin uusiin purkkeihin. Aloe kasvi Jörgensistä syntyi:

Jörgens (og)

Jörgens Jr.

Jörgens Jr. Jr.

David

Miten mä kasvatan juuret surulliseen pieneen pistokkaaseen (?)? Yksi kasvin ns. "vauva" irtaantui ilman juuria ja mä iskin sen tyven veteen, mut mä pelkään et mehikasvi lähtee mätänemään sinne kippoon ennen kuin se kasvattaa juuret.

[karvoja]

Olen ottanut kuritustoiminnan kohteeksi toimiston kultaköynnökset.

Niiden uusi kasvu on vuosikausia kieputettu amppelin narujen ympärille ja multa on vaihdettu varmaan viimeksi milleniumskumpan haihduttua Anna-Irmelin juhlalasien linsseiltä.

Toissaviikolla kiepsutin yhden kultaköynnöksen auki ja pääsin toteamaan, että sehän on 90% lehdetöntä vartta. Hetken leikin riikkaa ja saksin pisimmät varret pätkiksi, ja toisin kuin oikea riikka, en jättänyt ketään heitteille vaan laitoin saksitut juurtumaan pistokkaiksi. Ok ok, viisi metriä lehdetöntä vartta lensi biojätteeseen.

Eilen iskin kynteni seuraavaan uhriin. Tahtoisin niin kovasti näyttää kuvan siitä, mutta sitä en tee. Saatte tyytyä itse projisoimaan sielunne piirtoheittimellä kuvan kultaköynnöksen varresta, joka luikertelee ruukusta pöydän ja tuolin kautta lattialle, tekee kiepin huoneen keskellä, jatkuu ovesta ulos käytävään ja kiemurtelee aina seuraavan huoneen ovelle ja komeasti siitä ohi.

Tämä vähintään ylioppilasikäinen luikero mitattiin yli 17 metrin pituiseksi!!

En tohtisi leikata luikeroa pistokkaiksi, mutta sekin on pitkälti lehdetöntä vartta. Tietääkö kultaköynnöstietäjät, että tekeekö kultaköynnös kaljuun varteen enää uusia lehtiä jos/kun se saisi uutta multaa ja väljemmin hengailevan varren?

[betofontes-blog]

Que fique registrado...

Segue a lista dos que vivem no 'Pais das Maravilhas' !!!!

PRESO:

01) Anderson Torres - ex-ministro da justiça

02) Daniel Silveira - ex-deputado federal

03) Bismark - humorista, canal Hipócritas

04) Ivan Papo Reto - influencer

05) Serere - cacique

06) Gabriel Mont. - ex-vereador há + 5 meses

07) Mauro Cid - auxiliar de Bolsonaro

08) Max Guilherme - auxiliar de Bolsonaro

09) Sérgio Cordeiro - aux. de Bolsonaro

10) João Carlos - aux. de Bolsonaro

11) Ailton Gonçalves - aux. de Bolsonaro

12) Luís Marcos - aux. de Bolsonaro

13) Allan Frutuozo - jornalista

14) Divesos patriotas - 08/01/23

FORAGIDO:

15) Wellington Macedo - jornalista

16) Allan dos Santos - jornalista, site 3° Livre

17) Adriano Castro - Ex-BBB

CASSADO:

18) Pablo Marçal

19) Deltan Dallagnol

20) Jair Bolsonaro

DESMONETIZADO e MULTADO (alguns):

21) Monark

22) WALTER SOUZA BRAGA NETTO

23) CARLOS BOLSONARO

24) EDUARDO BOLSONARO

25) FLAVIO BOLSONARO

26) NIKOLAS FERREIRA

27) KIM PAIM

28) CARLA ZAMBELLI

29) GUSTAVO GAYER

30) LEANDRO RUSCHEL

31) SILVIO NAVARRO PEREJON

32) HENRIQUE DAMASCENO

33) LUCAS FERRUGEM

34) FILIPE SCHOSSLER

35) BARBARA ZAMBALDI

36) LUIZ PHILIPPE DE O. E BRAGANCA

37) PAULO EDUARDO LIMA MARTINS

38) BERNARDO PIRES KUSTER

39) ELISA BROM DE FREITAS

40) BEATRIZ KICIS DE SORDI

41) ERNANI FERNANDES B. NETO

42) THAIS RAPOSO DO AMARAL PINTO

43) ANDERSON AZEVEDO ROSSI

44) OTAVIO OSCAR FAKHOURY

45) RICARDO DE AQUINO SALLES

46) ANDRE PORCIUNCULA A. ESTEVES

47) ALEXANDRE RAMAGEM R.

48) PAULA MARISA C. DE OLIVEIRA

49) SARITA GONCALVES COELHO

50) DIEGO HENRIQUE GUEDES

51) MARCELO DE C. FRAGALI

52) JOSE PINHEIRO TOLENTINO

53) ROBERTO BEZERRA MOTTA

54) MARIO LUIS FRIAS

55) ROGER ROCHA MOREIRA

56) MICARLA ROCHA MELO

57) SILVIO GRIMALDO DE C.

58) FLAVIA FERRONATO

59) JAIRO MENDES LEAL

60) CAROLINE ROD. DE TONI

61) AUGUSTO PIRES PACHECO

62) PAULO VITOR SOUZA

63) BISMARK FABIO FUGAZZA

64) RODRIGO CONSTANTINO

65) ALEXANDRE DOS SANTOS

66) MAX GUILHERME M. DE MOURA

67) BRUNO CASTRO ENGLER

68) FLORENCIO DE ALMEIDA

69) FILIPE TOMAZELLI SABARA

DESMONETIZADO no Instagram e Facebook:

70) @Doprimido2

71) @MonicaMachado38

72) @PadraoAlexandre

73) @Damadeferroofic

74) @TexugoWick

75) @PATRIOTAS

76) @viniciuscfp

77) @viniciuscfpires

78) @AXELJORGE92

79) @eumesmavivi_

80) @ruirapina3

81) @rafaelbboa

82) @apropria_bia

83) @oiiuiz

84) @emb_resistencia

85) @thaispsic

86) @clauwild1

87) @dimacgarcia

88) @Fa1ryNight,

89) @Conservadora191

90) @FlviaLeo16

91) @mendesluizpaulo

92) @freu_rodrigues

93) @ViLiMiGu_Tex

94) @iaragb

95) @glovesnews

96) @alepavanellim

97) @BrazilFight

》》》 POVO DE ESQUERDA

SOLTO:

01) André do Rap

02) José Dirceu

03) Sergio Cabral

04) Lula

05) Flordelis

06) Chico Rodrigues

07) Renato Duque

08) Delúbio Soares

09) João Santana

10) Paulo Roberto Costa

11) André Vargas

12) Léo Pinheiro

13) Pedro Corrêa

14) Geddel

15) Jacob Barata Filho

16) Chaaya Moghrabi

17) Anthony Garotinho

18) Daurio Speranzini JR

19) Flávio Godinho

20) Eike Batista

21) Lélis Teixeira

22) Octacilio de Monteiro

23) Claudio de Freitas

24) Marcelo Traça

25) Eneas Bueno

26) Dayse Neves

27) Rogério Onofre

28) David Augusto

29) Miguel Iskin

30) Gustavo Estellita

31) Marco Antônio de Luca

32) Sérgio Côrtes

33) Orlando Diniz

34) Milton Lyra

35) Ricardo Rodrigues

36) Marcelo Sereno

37) Carlos Pereira

38) Adeilson Telles

39) Marcelo Martins

40) Arthur Pinheiro Machado

41) Marcos Lips

42) Carlos Martins

43) Sandro Lahmann

44) Cesar Monteiro

45) Sergio da Silva

46) Hudson Braga

47) Paulo Sergio Vaz

48) Athos Albernaz

49) Rony Hamoui

50) Oswaldo Prado Sanches

51) Antonio Albernaz

52) Roberta Prata

53) Marcelo Rzezinski

54) Daurio Júnior

ENGAVETADO:

55) Renan Calheiros

56) Aécio Neves

57) José Serra

58) Michel Temer

59) Alckmin

60) Guido Mantega

61) Rodrigo Maia

62) Gleisi Hoffmann

63) Eunício

64) Padilha

64) Moreira Franco

65) Jaques Wagner

O clamor popular vai obrigar a se escolher magistrados de carreira e verdadeiros juízes imparciais. Vamos divulgar. Se cada um enviar para as pessoas, só assim tomarão conhecimento dessa vergonha!

[the-goth-catte]

•|• Goth Night @ Anti-Social Club •|• 10.13.2023

Oriana - Spooky Scary Skeletons Kokushoku Elegy - taiyoume Siouxsie and the Banshees - Spellbound Killing Joke - Eighties Christian Death - Deathwish Siouxsie and the Banshees - Cities in Dust :neoncross: Leather Strip - I Sit On Acid Anders Manga - When The Lights Go Down Minuit Machine - Sisters Switchblade Symphony - Gutter Glitter SITD - Suffering in Solitude VNV Nation - Retaliate Herzschlag - Fest der Liebe Das Ich - Destillat (VNV Nation Mix) Cruxshadows - Marilyn, My Bitterness Dismantled - Breed To Death (Psyclon Nine Remix) Faderhead - Tzdv God Module - Cross My Heart And One - Get You Closer Apoptygma Berzerk - Burnin’ Heretics Combichrist - Enjoy the Abuse Psyclon Nine - Divine Infekt Suicide Commando - Bind, Torture, Kill Freaky Mind - Downs and Downs (Iskin Mix) :neoncross: Assemblage 23 - Human Schaft - Thirsty Fly Ministry - Just One Fix Virgin Prunes - Baby Turns Blue My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult - After the Flesh :neoncross: Alien Sex Fiend - Ignore the Machine Scary Bitches - Lesbian Vampires from Outer Space 45 Grave - Riboflavin Inkubus Sukkubus - Belladonna & Aconite D’espairsRay - Devil’s Parade L’arc-en-ciel - Lost Heaven Dir En Grey - Obscure Hyde - On My Own Buck-Tick - Iconoclasm Skeletal Family - She Cries Alone

[sw5w]

Entering the Naboo System

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:01:54

Route of the Radiant VII from Coruscant to Naboo.

Location of Naboo system within the Chommell sector and the Galaxy at large.

MOVIE: Episode I - The Phantom Menace TIME: 32 BBY LOCATIONS: Alui, Chommell sector, Colonies, Corellian Run, Core Worlds, Coruscant, Deep Core, Denon, Enarc, Enarc Run, Expansion Region, Hutt Space, Hydian Way, Inner Rim, Iskin sector, Karlinus, Mid Rim, Naboo, Naboo system, Outer Rim Territories, Pax, Quess sector, Unknown Regions, Vilonis sector, Vish sector, Western Reaches, Wild Space ORGANIZATIONS: Galactic Republic, Judicial Forces VEHICLES AND VESSELS: Consular-class cruiser, Radiant VII, Republic cruiser TECHNOLOGY: class 2 Longe Voltrans tri-arc CD-3.2 hyperdrive unit

[blue-thief]

uhhh. love

He searched up the ones that had received the most love on their spines and pasted their synopses into Google Translate.

[melatonindepicts]

Ivy Gaze (Ulquiorra Fanfiction, Chapter #10)

                                          Chapter Ten; Heartless

                              Free/All P.O.V (Hemujuu + Captors)

“Let me go!” Hemujuu screeched at the men holding her, bringing his back to the large temple. The last thing she saw was Ulquiorra jumping at the men, but being stopped by Junichiro… She knew he was in trouble. ‘C-could he die?! No! He can’t die! Ulquiorra… Ulquiorra can’t die!’ she thought to herself. But her thoughts were interrupted as she was thrown in front of multiple elders. She felt such strong power from them, but the one in the middle, a guy who seemed to be in his 30s, with a cloth covering his mouth, and almost looked like a mummy if it were black wrapping, he was emitting an impossible amount of power. ‘He must be the leader of Akaya.’ she thought to herself.

“Speak your name.” the bandana guy demanded, his voice was raspy, intimidating and rough. She stood up and stated her name. “My name is Hemujuu Lilith.” She stated, trying to impersonate Ulquiorra once again. She was trying to keep her form tall, as the leaders around her were crushing her with their power. 

An old lady with dark blue air, was about to speak before they all heard a huge crash, and the clashing of metal. “Ulquiorra?” she whispered to herself. But sadly, not quiet enough. “Who is this… Oqeora you speak of?” one of the leaders said, she turned her attention to that leader, he looked like a younger man, in his 20s with long hair. “First, it’s Ulquiorra. Second, he’s my friend!” she barked at the leader, causing him to stand up “Do not raise your voice to me girl! You will regret it thoroughly!” He snapped back. The bandana guy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before speaking. “Silence.” he said, sternly, causing the long haired guy to sit back down.

“Is this Ulquiorra strong?” the old lady with dark blue hair asked. That sent a sensation down her spine. “Is he strong?! Of course he’s fucking strong!” She snapped at the old lady, causing the old lady to gasp, then scoff at the use of fowl language.

 – Flash Back –

 “A demon? Not quite. I am a Hallow, I have already died… Twice if you would like to count my reasoning for being here.” He said, finally stopping at the bars, dragging his fingers against the bars, then with no effort, he bent them like they were pipe cleaners.

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“I- if I can reach the door, I’ll m-make it out for reinforcements!” he said to himself, but before he could reach the door, Ulquiorra sonido’d right in front of him. “Is that so?” He said, before kicking him with minimal effort, breaking through the stone wall to the next cell over.

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He grabbed the hilt of his zanpakutō, causing Hemujuu to stand there, stunned as Ulquiorra impaled Sana.

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– End of Flash Back –

“He’s really fucking strong…” she whispered to herself, shuttering at the sudden memories of what she saw. “It appears I have miscalculated the situation, Iskin, Jaka, send both of your guard forces in, and prepare yourselves for battle.” the bandana guy stated, causing the two guards, that Hemujuu would assume are Iskin and Jaka. “Both of the forces?! Isn’t that overdoing it Your Majesty?!” the guy, who she assumed to be Iskin yelled. “I hate to agree with Iskin, but I think that is a bit much, our forces are meant for large battles, not a single man!” the woman, who Hemujuu assumed to be Jaka.

“I am well aware of that, this situation has gone too far.” The bandana guy stated, standing up from his seat. That caused both Jaka and Iskin to straighten themselves, and solute him before turning around and jolting out of the room.

“Hemujuu Lilith.” The bandana guy said, causing her to shutter and slowly turn to look at him. “You have associated yourself with a murderer. I have no choice but to sentence you to death. I am well aware that you did not do the murders yourself, but due to you associating yourself with the murderer, and not attempting to stop him. We have no choice but to sentence you to the same fate.” He stated sternly. Hearing that, it caused Hemujuu to stumble in her place.

She opened her mouth to speak, but not before all the metal clanging, and explosions came to a sudden stop. Then suddenly, a large teal beam shot through the wall next to her, killing seven guards in the process. Literally incinerating them out of existence. The leaders that were next to the beam shot up and ran away, towards the other side of the room. After the smoke cleared, a figure began to show.

“Who are you?!” the old lady screamed at the figure. The smoke fades… revealing Ulquiorra Cifer.

“Alas, we got our answer. It appears our entire elite guard force has been wiped out.” the bandana guy stated. He stood up from his seat, revealing a skinny form, much like Ulquiorra’s. “Hebi Luose. I am the founder of this village, and the current leader of Akaya. Who might you be?” Ulquiorra looked into Hebi’s deep purple eyes. “Ulquiorra Cifer, Cuatro Espada of Lord Aizen’s arrancar army.” He stated, not a single emotion on his face, a lot of the leaders had retreated to the far side of the room at this point.

“Army? Interesting.” He said, walking down the steps. “I have come here to retrieve Hemujuu Lilith. For I need to return to my realm along with her.” Ulquiorra stated. A lot of the leaders gasped and started to whisper. “Your realm? You are not of Akaya?” He said, curiosity in his voice.

“Correct.” He said, re-adjusting his kimono. “I am from Hueco Mundo, the realm of the Hollows.” He stated. Hebi raised his eyebrow, “And what is this Hueco Mundo like?” He asked. “The landscape of Hueco Mundo is a seemingly never-ending white desert, with a multitude of dunes, littered with boulders, and a never ending crescent moon, we do not have daylight cycles nor daylight in general.” Ulquiorra explained. “I am from Las Noches, the fortress of Hueco Mundo.” he stated simply, still in the stern monotone voice. 

“I see. What has led you to choose violence in our world?” He asked, finally reaching the end of the stairs. Hemujuu flinched at this question, worried for Ulquiorra’s answer. “Utter disrespect has led me to eliminate guards. I do not have the time to deal with pesky arguments. I was defeated at the hands of Ichigo Kurosaki, and I was thrown off course on my way to the Underworld” he said, dilating his pupils at Hemujuu. “She threw me off course, and we arrived here in Ayaka.” He stated.

Hebi raised his eyebrow again, before gesturing to the leaders to leave the room, along with guards. “I have no choice but to fight you, do I?” Ulquiorra said, grabbing the hilt of his zanpakutō. Hemujuu flinched, then broke free of the guard's grip, before springing back and yelling. “Everyone RUN!!” she screeched, as a sudden burst in spiritual pressure caused the guards to fall off their feet, as the leaders, Hemujuu, and the remaining standing guards retreated out of the room.

“Let the fun begin.” Hebi stated.

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i'll pull from my current WIP, The Art of Empty Space for this one:

1)

"Lienzo. Child." Aaro squinted at him, her brown, age-frosted eyes gentle in the warm light. "If things are this bad for you, let me help. We're family. You can trust me. You can trust your cousins." No. Nothing in this world was free. He'd learned that a long time ago. Even if the cost didn't come today— "I understand if you don't want them. The merchants are coming through tomorrow; Dob Millen will be there. He'll buy anything. I'm sure—" "Dob Milen is a crook. He won't give you even half of what these are worth." "His metal melts down all the same." Aaro flinched. Her hand tensed behind the payment tray as though she might fling it at him. Lienzo breathed, forced himself to hold it, and let it out again. Aaro wanted to help. She did. Just because she didn't understand why handouts weren't helpful— "If you want to help me," he said, his voice shaking with forced calm, "you will buy the last things I have of any value." His tongue flicked out, wet his lips. Don't say it. Don't say it. Whatever he did, he couldn't— "We're family. Right?" Aaro's shoulders slumped. She dragged her hand over her face. When she looked at him again, her eyes were older than the gnarled wood of her countertop. Lienzo had won. Bile rose in his throat, burned the backs of his eyes. He'd won, and he was the foulest piece of shit to ever walk the planet.

2)

"Hey now, this healer was the genuine article. People called this one a miracle worker — cure the uncurable, and all." Lienzo snorted. Not Okara's 'miracle healer' again. "And who told you that? The corpses they found outside Iskin Forest? No one's been to the city in years." Okara flapped its hand at him, the other stirring the mash in the filter. "Those corpses just weren't determined enough." "Oh, yes. Determination. That's what'll get you into the city. And I suppose determination is what will get the Crown to finally open the gates and realize the entire southern province has been annexed, as well?" "You say that like he doesn't already know." "You think he knows, and is doing nothing? For no reason?" "Oh, there's a reason." "Can't wait to hear this one..." Okara glanced out the front window. It pulled a packet of rolling papers and a jar of greenery from under the counter. When it popped the cork from the jar, a heady aroma — earthy, sweet, and vaguely pungent — filled the air. "Our good Crown Demetrios sold Kallixten to the highest bidder."

3)

He'd written it off as an unseasonable chill, the first time. He'd tugged at the sleeves of his tunic, tried to pull the cloth over his hands. Then he was pressing himself down into Big Sis's neck, squeezing her just a bit tighter with his knees, trying to leech whatever warmth he could through the saddle. When Iskin Forest came into view, his breath rose in clouds before his face. He pulled his thin scarf tighter around his neck and dismounted. Reins in hand, he started towards the tree line. Sis balked and chirred. She pawed at the dirt, leaving deep brown gashes in the frozen ground. "What's the matter?" He stroked the side of her beak, smoothed over his own ruffled nerves. "They're only trees. I know you've never seen so many before, but there's no reason to be afraid." He went out to the end of the reins, tried to gently coax Sis into the forest after him. His foot sank down on icy needles. Lienzo yelped and jumped back. He hopped on one foot, batting at the frozen white— He blinked. Snow. The thin soles of his shoes, the ground at the tree line, and into the forest as far as he could see. All covered in snow. "The fuck?" His words came out as a strangled, resonating whisper in the frosty silence. Sis trilled and nipped at the hem of his sleeve. Mechanically, he reached into the saddlebag and pulled out her seed pouch. He fumbled it, bringing it up with too much force. It was so much lighter than it'd been, even the previous morning. He pulled the drawstring open and held the pouch out to Sis. She promptly buried her head in the cloth and pecked at the seeds. Lienzo squinted into the trees. Gray clouds hung low and pendulous over the forest, sheltering it from all but the most filtered sunlight. Even in the glare of the setting sun, all but the closest trees appeared as mere suggestions of a forest — faded gray pillars in a sea of black. An avaricious Crown. A corrupt Artist. A terrible price. Nonsense from the mouth of a conspiracy theorist with a half-smoked spliff hanging from its lips. But that'd been two days ago, when he'd known that it didn't snow after the first harvest. That it never snowed in a perfect radius around a single city.

4)

The sun's fingers retreated over the wall. Even without it, the snow on the ground and rooftops seemed almost to shimmer in the moonlight. Even the snow that continued to fall in fat, wet flakes glittered in the air. Sis's head shot up. She trilled. She was right. The snow was shining, but not with moonlight. One by one, in a radius that started at the plaza and bled out to the streets extending from it like shoots from a vine, the streetlamps blinked to life. Pale blue eldritch light flickered in the lamps' glass cages. It glimmered off the falling snow, turning dusky twilight to fog-painted morning in moments. Then came the flame. A lick of turquoise fire rose from the street. It twisted and undulated like seaweed in the surf, growing until its height reached Lienzo's shoulder. Then it calmed and began to change. It morphed from a shapeless candle flame to something eerily humanoid, with legs, trunk, and head. It turned its head — its face tapered like an acorn, with a small nose and wavy hair that billowed around its shoulders — and fixed him with its gaze. Bright, glowing white where its eyes would be. "You're a new face."

5)

"Alright," he muttered, "if I were a monster hunter, where would I go?" He headed back for the stairs. Clack. Clack. Clack. Every muscle in his body tensed. Lienzo dropped into a crouch, snuffed his candle. He peered between the balusters to the room below. A large, shadowy shape moved across the room. Each step echoed through the room, up to the second floor, jabbed at Lienzo's nerves. Clack. Clack. Taller than a man. A stride longer than a wolf's. The shape disappeared through a shadowed doorway. Lienzo stayed still. Beyond the stained glass wall, the wind moaned its lonesome dirge. Then he moved. Leaving his candle behind, he scrambled to his feet, darted down the landing, past the infirmary. He needed to get out of the open, he needed walls around him, proper hallways, not this open space where the beast could look up at any moment and see— He passed from the upper foyer into a hallway. The solid walls around him pressed in like a heavy blanket. He sighed, allowed himself to straighten as he continued down the hall. So the beast was large; it walked upright; digitigrade, he'd guess, although he'd need to see its paws closer up, or at least its tracks to— Stop. That wasn't important. He needed to know what it could do, how strong it was, how many villagers he would need to take it down with minimal injury to his people. Whether or not it walked on its toes was inconsequential. Only one thing mattered: Lienzo could never fight something like that one-on-one. Even with a proper sword, a creature like that could snap him in two.

6)

Clack. Clack. Clack. Lienzo jolted. He knocked into a paperweight, sending an entire stack of notes to the floor. He cursed under his breath. His eyes darted from the mess to the doorway. He moved deeper into the library, wove between the stacks. With several shelves between him and the door, he pressed himself up against the books. The dry, slightly sweet smell of aged pages filled his nose. The clacking came closer, stopped. The rugs muffled the monster's footsteps. A rustling of papers. A sigh. For several long minutes, Lienzo hardly dared to breathe. He stayed against his bookshelf. The rustling continued. From the shelf across from him, Syl Staples' name stared back at him. 'Memory and Other Ghosts.' Maybe it was a first run. After untold time, the rustling stopped. Clack. Clack. Clack. Fading, this time. Echoing as it went down the short hallway, back to the foyer. Lienzo emptied his lungs, head spinning. He peeled himself from the shelf. His shirt clung to his back, cold and clammy. Close. That had been too close. He shook his head at himself as he emerged from the stacks. He needed to keep a better eye out, or else... He blinked down at the floor. It was clean. The papers he'd knocked from the desk were back where he'd found them, in a neat (if not very organized) pile. The brass pyramid paperweight sat in the precise center of the stack. The beast had come in and...? Lienzo darted from the room. He went back through the halls, retracing his steps, following the lit sconces all the way back to the entrance hall. The candles still burned on the receiving table. The note was back under the candelabra's foot. Lienzo's breath stuttered. His tongue thickened in his throat. He drew his hand down his face. He'd been looking for a stranger and running from a beast. But he'd been chasing in circles. An untethered. A practitioner of the Old Way. Gerania had called it a beast, but it was nothing so base. In every story he'd ever heard, the untethered was the villain. Frequently malevolent, but never mindless. Lienzo wasn't the one in control, here. He hadn't been, from the start.

7)

Scales flashed in the moonlight. Lienzo yelped and dove. He rolled forward. Snow slipped down his shirt, nipped at his skin. He staggered to his knees, brought his sword up. Teeth, each as long as his thumb, clamped around his blade. He twisted, got free, darted away from another attack. This was okay. This was fine. He was faster than them. All he had to do was keep moving the way Sis had gone. Once he was out of the forest, everything would be fine. They wouldn't chase him. They wouldn't chase him because these weren't normal animals and this wasn't about food, this was about something else, something old and wild and he'd really thought there were more of them than— A growl behind him. He stumbled froward, back into the circle. The creature in front of him backed away, let him in. The others stayed in their circled around them. Eyes steady, unblinking. Heat licked across Lienzo's brain. They were toying with him. They weren't even trying. They knew he was trapped. They knew he could only resist so long, would eventually collapse and then— Lienzo roared, brought his sword down in an arc. Dark blood spattered the snow. The creature blinked. Blood pooled in the corner of its eye, ran down its muzzle. Snow crunched under Lienzo's back. Talons pricked his arms through his sleeves. Hot, fetid breath fanned across his face. Blood dripped onto his cheek, into his mouth. Iron. Heat. Fury. The monster roared. Spittle flecked Lienzo's face. His eyes slipped shut. This was it, then. He might have gotten away, might have let the monsters play their game until he figured out an escape. But he hadn't. He'd answered an insult with a fist, as he always did, and now this was it. It was alright. Sis knew the way home. She'd get home, and then— Wind brushed over his face. The world beyond his eyelids fell into shadow. Warm. Rumbling. He opened his eyes to heaving white and billowing violet. The beast loomed over him, its white cotton shirt a hand's breadth from Lienzo's face. Its tail lashed behind it, spraying clouds of snow into the air. It surveyed the monsters around them. The snow under its paws crunched with its shifting weight. Lienzo rolled onto his stomach, peered out from his living shelter. The creatures were still there, still in their circle. One of them — the one that had pinned him mere moments ago — lay on its side in a puddle of bloodstained white.