#kling thing

[depechemolde]

[blacktales]

The most dangerous gay man I've ever seen

And this little lovely penguin neighbor

[kajaono]

Mir ist nie aufgefallen, dass das Känguru kein definiertes Geschlecht hat! Non binary Icon!

[zangtangimpersonator]

i don't know why it's so edgy but it made me laugh so here's some young dads trying to be cool Runway Gen 3: looks higher quality than Kling, but the price you pay for this is a little less movement and a lower adherence to your written prompt, but maybe a more specific understanding of certain moves? I dunno, really hard to experiment with and pinpoint such things. Thankfully, it almost never completely fails like Luma does (though it's REALLY common to have faces be completely immobile)...but the other price you pay is lots of cash, I think it's about twice as expensive as Luma and wow Luma is expensive. At first I thought, well realistically, $100 a month for "unlimited" is better value than anything else. But that's not unlimited credits, that's unlimited access to slow generations, and based off the Reddit, people are mad about how slow it is, and it gets throttled terribly during peak hours. Also it has the most intentionally deceptive credit system. Runway has the highest moderation of any of the three, and I can't even imagine how infuriating it would be to pay $100+ and then get banned. There's already a hilarious amount of people regretting paying for a full year upfront. I'm sure there will be more, but remember you're basically paying to be a beta tester. It can and will change at any point, and you don't own shit. Buy a nice big meal for a real gainer.

[wosostories]

Heath Sisters PT 4 (USWNT x Teen!Reader)

Masterlist

USWNT X Teen!Reader

Reader and Tobin spend some more time with the team.

Part 4

As soon as the hotel room door closes Y/N wraps her arms around her sister and buries her head into her chest. 

“It’s ok Kid. It’s going to be ok.” 

“They were really loud.”

“I know.”

“Can we finish our nap now? Please.” Y/N's voice strained as she tried to keep herself from crying. 

“Ya kid we can. I’m sorry today has been so overwhelming for you.” Y/N just shook her head and curled up next to Tobin on the bed. 

It wasn’t too long after that Y/N was asleep again. Tobin, however, couldn’t fall back asleep. The only thing running through her mind was how she was going to get through the next two weeks without someone finding out about their pasts.

It was another hour later that Y/N started to stir. Calling out to her sister in the midst of a nightmare. “Toby… Toby. Make them stop. Please, make them stop. Toby…”

“It’s ok it’s ok. No one here is going to hurt you. You aren’t there anymore, I’ve got you.” Tobin pulled her sister into her lap and rested her head against her chest stroking her hair in hopes to calm her down. Tobin started rocking her when tears started streaking down her face. 

It took another few minutes for Y/N to open her eyes and willingly curl in further to her sister. 

“You want to talk about it?”

“No, how long till dinner?”

“About half an hour, we should start getting ready soon.”

Y/N nods against her sister, “A few more minutes?”

Tobin sits up and gathers her sister in her arms, “Whatever you want Y/N. Whatever you want.”

The sisters spend another 10 minutes snuggled into each other. Tobin sighs, “Come on kid, let's get ready for dinner. We don’t want to be late. Remember what they said earlier, you get all the good stuff if you get there first.”  

The sisters make their way out of bed and spend the next few minutes cleaning themselves up. 

“Do you think they’re going to yell again?” Y/N asks. 

“I don’t think so. They should have settled down at this point.” Y/N nods. They head down to the meal room. There are already a few members of the staff there when they arrive, but none of the team members. 

“I knew I made the right decision bringing you into the squad.” Jill commented following the sisters into the meal room. They gave her a confused look. Jill chuckled, “You are going to be the only one of the girls here on time, which confuses me to no end seeing as they all love food.” 

Jill continues to walk into the room and joins more of the training staff at their table. Tobin and Y/N make their way to one of the open tables and wait for the rest of the team and dinner to be served. The next one of the girls came in 5 minutes after dinner was supposed to start. It took another 10 minutes for the entire team to show up. As soon as the last two showed up, Kelley and Sonny, dinner was brought out. 

They ended up sitting with a couple of the more veteran players Krieger, Kilng, Becky, Abby, A rod, and Cheney. 

“Ah come on, I wanted to sit with the newbie.” Kelley complained as she finally made her way into the room. 

“Well then you should have been on time. Now sit down so we can eat.” Her captain told her. She grumbled her way to her own seat. 

“Have you gotten settled?” Kling asks them.

“Oh, uh ya. The rooms really nice. Had a great nap.” Tobin replies. 

“How about you Y/N? How are you settling in? You figured out your luggage situation yet?” 

“What luggage situation?” Becky asked. 

“Oh, the airport lost Y/N’s bag and sent it to florida. It wouldn’t arrive here in time before we went back so we just had them send it back home.”

“So Y/N doesn’t have any clothes?” 

“She’s got her soccer gear and she can just wear some of my stuff. It’s only a couple of weeks. So I guess you can say that we’ve got it all sorted.” 

“Two weeks is a long time to not have any clothes. We’ll have some time tomorrow after morning practice to go to the store. We can take the rental car coach won’t mind.” 

“No, that's ok.” Y/N just sits picking at her dinner as the older girls around her talk. The other girls at the table could tell that that conversation was over, and wanted to change topics quickly. 

“So Y/N your sister said you're a forward right?” Y/N nods. “What soccer player do you look up to the most?” A Rod questions.

“Toby. Who else?” 

“Ok I should have seen that one coming. Then who is your second favorite?”

“Toby.” 

“But you said she was your first favorite?” Cheney buts in. 

“No Tobin is the player I look up to the most, and my second favorite player.” Tobin chuckled at the serious tone her sister took on. 

“Ok so who’s your favorite player?” A Rod tries again. 

“I… don’t think I can say.”

“Why not?” Y/N doesn’t respond. “Are they someone on the team?” She blushes and looks down, but still doesn’t say anything.

“Holy shit it is. Now you have to tell us.” Abby demands. Y/N blushes even harder and shakes her head. “We won’t tell them. Unless it’s someone at this table.”

PART 5

[ki-kink]

Guys, I'm going to do something highly selfish: I'm on my way to breaking the 2.5K follower mark. It'll probably take a few more days, but it could happen by Easter. Until then, I want to try two things: First, I'd like to do a little Tumblr detox. It's a good resolution, I've often tried it, but let's see how many minutes I can last before I'm already precum-leakingly generating the next AI-pics and writing a story about them. And the second thing is: I hope I've given you lots of good wank templates with my pictures and stories. I'd love it if I got something back. Hence my brazen request: donate something to me at

https://ko-fi.com/octuscle

If we manage to get even an average of one dollar donated per follower, I'll create a morph for every ask for a month, no matter how much time and how many Kling AI credits it costs me.

[alphasunpup]

I see what's happening. To all the black, Indigenous, queer, disabled (including mental illness and neurodivergence), trans folk ESPECIALLY in my age range: You cannot kill yourselves.

I'm being serious too. You cannot allow him to be the reason you die. Pick anything, any ONE fucking thing and cling onto it for dear life. Whether it's Arcane Season 2 dropping, a best friend, a lover, you must kling to life. You being alive is now an active form of political resistance. This is how you fight, you stay alive. No. Matter. What.

Things to actually do:

Pick up a trade. Any kind of trade or hobby. Keep your mind occupied and learn a new survival skill.

Pick up some survival skills. Know some basic first aid training, foraging, herbology, hunting, fishing, anything practical even sewing and knitting

Keep up hobbies and skills that make you happy. Stay in touch with friends, make a little community. You can survive and you will. We lived through this once and we live through it again. Keep hope alive in your hearts, you are incredible human beings and deserve to be here. Don't let them take that away from you.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Ian McDonald's "The Wilding"

I'll be in TUCSON, AZ from November 8-10: I'm the GUEST OF HONOR at the TUSCON SCIENCE FICTION CONVENTION.

Ian McDonald is one of those absurdly brilliant novelists that just leave me wondering the actual fuck he manages it. How does he cover so much ground, think up so many compelling characters, find so many gracenotes, conjure up so many complicated emotions?

McDonald burst on the scene in the late 1980s, with the 1988 novel Desolation Road and then his 1989 Out On Blue Six, a slick, stylized cyberpunk-meets-Orwell tale that overflowed with beautiful prose, technomysticism, and sly jokes that hid sneaky truths that hid even more sly jokes:

https://memex.craphound.com/2014/01/20/out-on-blue-six-ian-mcdonalds-brilliant-novel-is-back/

By my count, McDonald has now published twenty books – mostly novels, but a couple short story collections (and the most amazingly demented, Tom-Waits-inflected teddybear murder comic imaginable, 1994's Kling Klang Klatch):

https://irishcomics.fandom.com/wiki/Kling_Klang_Klatch

McDonald's work is truly globespanning. While he's made his mark on the Martian soil, and overtaken the moon with the Luna trilogy (his definitive rebuttal to Heinlein's Moon Is a Harsh Mistress) he is widely adored and much-awarded for the glittering, futuristic versions of Brazil (Brasyl), Tanzania (the Chaga series), and India (River of Gods).

Indeed, McDonald's imagination has roamed so far over the Earth and the solar system that it's possible to overlook his fantastic reimaginings of Ireland, the land where he was raised. There's his Philip K Dick Award-winning 1991 novel King of Morning, Queen of Day, a swirling, mythopoeic novel of Celtic mysticism:

https://www.baen.com/king-of-morning-queen-of-day.html

And then there's 1992's Hearts, Hands and Voices, which is lowkey one of the best novels I have ever, ever read – a scorching science fictional allegory for The Troubles, but with the gnarliest biotech weirdness you can possibly imagine:

https://archive.org/details/heartshandsvoice0000ianm/mode/2up

McDonald's books cover so much goddamned ground, but one feature they all share is a prose styling wherein every sentence is at least 20% poetry, a fraction that somehow, impossibly, rises to as much as 150% in certain especially shiny passages.

Like this passage, which opens The Wilding, McDonald's new horror novel that marks his first return to Ireland since 1992:

Autumn lay on the great bog in silvers and tans, late purples and duns.

The sun rose above the tall ash saplings and feral sycamore. It called the birds into full voice. Stabbing shrills, tumbles of notes, the flutes of dove-call, frantic ticking hisses, song upon song. In hedgerows and copses, among the pale foliage of the birches, in the weave of deep willow and the bramble fastnesses, each bird called and was heard. In this season the peatland held the day's warmth through the night and on the bright, clear mornings rivers of mist formed, filling the subtle hollow places in the exposed cuttings, the bogs and fields. High sun would dispel it but at this hour half of Lough Carrow lay mist-bound. Each blade of grass hung heavy with dew, the clumps of sedges were already browning, the bracken curling and crisping.

A pair of horns lifted above the willow scrub and out-grown ash hedges of the Wilding. Polished tips caught the low sun and kindled as bright and keen as spears.

https://www.gollancz.co.uk/titles/ian-mcdonald/the-wilding/9781399611503/

Oof.

I would drop everything to read Ian McDonald's grocery lists but after that opening, I wasn't going to put this one down, and I didn't, reading the whole thing on yesterday's flight home from my gigs in Atlanta this week.

The Wilding is (I'm pretty sure?) McDonald's first horror novel, and it's fucking terrifying. It's set in a rural Irish peat bog that has been acquired by a conservation authority that is rewilding it after a century of industrial peat mining that stripped it back nearly to the bedrock. This rewilding process has been greatly accelerated by the covid lockdowns, which reduced the human footprint in the conservation area to nearly zero.

The story's protagonist is Lisa, a hard-case Dubliner who came to the bog to do community service after a career as a crime syndicate driver for hire, a woman who never met a car she couldn't boost and pilot in or out of any tight situation. After years in the bog, she's ready to start a new life, studying Yeats at university, indulging a late-discovered love of poetry that has as much to do with her redemption as her years in the wild.

Lisa's last duty before she leaves the bog and goes home to Dublin is leading a school group on a wild campout in one of the bog's deep clearings. It's a routine assignment, and while it's not her favorite duty, it's also not a serious hardship.

But as the group hikes out to the campsite, one of her fellow guides is killed, without warning, by a mysterious beast that moves so quickly they can barely make out its monstrous form. Thus begins a tense, mysterious, spooky as hell story of survival in a haunted woods, written in the kind of poesy that has defined McDonald's career, and which – when deployed in service of terror – has the power to raise literal goosebumps.

There's a lot of fantasy that deals with Celtic mythology, including McDonald's own King of Morning, Queen of Day, but the vibe of that stuff tends to the heroic and romantic – sure, there's the odd banshee, but in the main, it's mischievous wee people, pookas, and leprechauns. More fey than fear.

But Irish mythology in its raw form is terrifying. The monsters of Irish storytelling are grotesque, mean, remorseless, and come in every shape and size. Some authors have done well by going back to the bestiary for the deep cuts. When I was a kid, I must have read John Coyne's Hobgoblin fifty times (mostly because it was about D&D, which I was obsessed with). I haven't read this one since I was about 12, and I have no idea if it'd hold up today, but it left me with a deep appreciation of the spooky multifariousness of monsters who dwell in Ireland's bogs:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hobgoblin_(novel)

The Wilding is a suspense novel, which means there's no way to really sum up the plot without spoiling a lot of the affect, but suffice to say that McDonald brings large swathes of deep Irish lore to the surface, and it had me reading as fast as I could and wanting to put the book down and hide.

What a writer McDonald is! The fact that this is the same guy who wrote last year's stunning secret-history/solarpunk/uncategorizable wonder that was Hopeland beggars belief:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/05/30/electromancy/#the-grace

Read you some Ian McDonald novels, is what I'm trying to say. This one is only available in the UK, if that's not where you are, consider mail-ordering it. Looks like they've got stock at Forbidden Planet for £19 plus £18 shipping to the US. Worth every penny:

https://forbiddenplanet.com/424306-the-wilding-hardcover/

Tor Books as just published two new, free LITTLE BROTHER stories: VIGILANT, about creepy surveillance in distance education; and SPILL, about oil pipelines and indigenous landback.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/10/25/bogman/#erin-go-aaaaaaargh

[1way2mars]

Pazuribe Event Translation - “Eventful journey in Tonpu Market Street! 〜Showdown with Bofurin〜” — Part 1

─────────────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────────────────────

☆ Please give credit in case of use!

☆ I'll do my best to update the second part of the event once it's released on Feb 2nd!

☆ I'm not a professional translator and I'm still learning Japanese. That's why some things might not match exactly/could have been better translated/there might be mistakes. This is a great way for me to learn. I put a lot of effort into making the translation as good as they can be!

☆ Find more pazuribe translations here!

☆ If you have any comment, question, correction or suggestion, please let me know! Interactions are appreciated (^^ゞ

OPENING STORY

ーブロロロ

Vroooom

花垣 武道：マイキー君！今日はどこ行くんスか？

Takemichi: Mikey-kun! Where are we going today?

佐野 万次郎：んーーー決めてねえ

Mikey: Mh……… Haven’t decided yet.

場地 圭介：急にツーリングしてぇって言ったのオマエだよな？なんで行き先決めてぇんだよ...

Baji: Weren’t you the one that told us you wanted to go on a tour so suddenly? Why haven’t you decided where to go…

佐野 万次郎：風を感じたかったんだよ　いいから着いてこいオマエら！

Mikey: I wanted to feel the wind. You guys just follow me!

花垣 武道：あ、待ってくださーい！！

Takemichi: Ah, waaait for me!!

佐野 万次郎：おっちょっと上手なってんじゃんタケミッち

Mikey: Oh you’re getting better Takemicchi.

花垣 武道：本当っスか！？アザス！

Takemichi: For real!? Thanks!

松野 千冬：...場地さん　2人とも行っちゃいますよ？

Chifuyu: ...Baji-san. We’re also going, right?

場地 圭介：...ハァ～～　行くか千冬

Baji: ...hah～～ Let’s go, Chifuyu.

松野 千冬：はい！

Chifuyu: Yes!

・・・

松野 千冬：結構遠くまで来ましたね…

Chifuyu: We’ve come pretty far…

場地 圭介：ここまで来たのは初めてだな

Baji: It’s my first time coming this far.

ーチリン

Kling

佐野 万次郎：なんか音聞こえねぇか？

Mikey: Do you hear that?

ーチリンチリン

Ka-ling klink

佐野 万次郎：こっちだな　行ってみようぜ！

Mikey: Over here. Let’s go!

場地 圭介：おう

Baji: Yeah.

・・・

ーチリンチリンチリン

Ka-ling kling klink

花垣 武道：音はここから鳴ってたみたいっスね

Takemichi: Seems like the noise comes from here.

松野 千冬：「東風商店街」…ってどこだ？

Chifuyu: “Tonpu Market Street”... Where’s this?

場地 圭介：聞いたことねぇな

Baji: Never heard of it.

佐野 万次郎：にしても落書きスゲェな　渋谷もスゲェけどここもヤベェ

Mikey: Either way the graffiti are awesome! Shibuya’s also amazing but this place is insane.

松野 千冬：族が多いんすかね？チームのナワバリとかだったら勝手に入ると揉めそうっスけど…

Chifuyu: There can be a lot of gangs, right? If it's some team's turf and we go in as we like, we might end up in trouble.

場地 圭介：まぁ喧嘩売られても勝てばいーだろ

Baji: Well, if they pick up a fight, we’ll definitely win.

松野 千冬：そうっズね！さすが場地さん！

Chifuyu: You’re right! As expected from Baji-san!

花垣 武道：ん？なんだろうこの看板

Takemichi:  Mh? What’s this sign?

佐野 万次郎：おーいタケミッち　置いてくぞ～！

Mikey: Heeey, Takemicchi. We’ll leave you behind～!

花垣 武道：え！もうあんな遠くに！？待ってくださーい！！

Takemichi: Eh! You’re that far already!? Waait for me!!

STORY BEFORE THE BOSS

佐野 万次郎：うんめぇ～！！ここのたい焼き最高じゃん！

Mikey: So good～!! The taiyaki here is the best!

店員：そんなに喜んでもらえて嬉しいよ　はい、これサービス

Shop clerk: I’m glad that you like it. Here, this is on the house.

佐野 万次郎：マジで！サンキュー！！

Mikey: For real! Thanks!!

花垣 武道：すっごい馴染んでるな…マイキー君

Takemichi: You’re fitting in so well Mikey-kun…

松野 千冬：だな～そもそもこの商店街の奴ら不良に慣れすぎじゃねえか？

Chifuyu: Right～ Anyway, aren’t the people in this shop district way too used to delinquents?

花垣 武道：確かに　特攻服のオレら見ても怖がってねーし

Takemichi: For sure. They aren’t afraid to see us with our uniforms.

場地 圭介：おい、マイキー　オマエ食いすぎだろ

Baji: Hey, Mikey. You’re eating too much.

場地 圭介：腹一杯まで食うと寝んだから　ほどほどにしろ

Baji: You’ll eat until you’re full and then fall asleep, so don’t overdo it.

佐野 万次郎：え～　場地さんも食えよ！ほら！

Mikey: Eeeh～ You should also eat! Here!

不良１：あれ～こんなことで一丁前に特攻服着てるガキが居んぞ～

Delinquent 1: Oh～ Kids wearin’ a uniform tryin’ to act all grown up in a place like this～.

不良２：この街にはオレらが先に用があるんだよ！ガキは大人しくママのところに帰れよなー！

Delinquent 2: We had business in this town first! You kids grow up and go back home to your mums!

松野 千冬：あ？何だよテメェら

Chifuyu: Hah? What the hell, you assholes.

不良３：ぐだぐだ言ってねぇでさっさと退けばいいんだよ！！オラァッ！！

Delinquent 3: Don’t beat around the bush and leave immediately!! Come on!!

松野 千冬：えっと、危ねぇな　お返しだコラァ！！

Chifuyu: Woah, that was close. Hey, take this!!

不良３：ふざけんなよ！皆殺しにしてやる！！

Delinquent 3: Don’t mess with me! I’m gonna kill you all!!

松野 千冬：勝手に喧嘩買ってすみませんっス

Chifuyu: Sorry for picking up a fight as I like. 

場地 圭介：気にすんな　こんな奴ら大したこと��ぇよ

Baji: Don’t worry. These guys are no big deal.

佐野 万次郎：さっさと終わらせんぞ

Mikey: Let’s get it over with.

花垣 武道：はい！

Takemichi: Yes, sir!

・・・

ガッシャーン！！

Crash!!

？？：桜さん！あっちです！急ぎましょう！！

?? (Nirei): Sakura-san! It’s there! Let’s hurry!!

桜？：おう！

Sakura?: Yup!

佐野 万次郎：コイツら弱ぇな

Mikey: You guys are weak.

不良１：こ、コイツらガキのくせになんでこんなに強いんだよ…！

Delinquent 1: Y-you guys are still kids, so why are you so strong…! 

桜？：テメェら！！何騒いでやがる！！

Sakura?: You assholes!! What the fuck is this fuss!!

？？：街の人たちに迷惑かけないでください！！

?? (Nirei): Please don’t bother the people from town!!

場地 圭介：ハァ？コイツらが先に喧嘩売れってきたんだよ

Baji: Hah? These guys picked up the fight first.

不良３：関係ないヤツは引っ込んでろ！！

Delinquent 3: If you ain’t have nothing to do with this, back off!

桜？：仕方ねぇ、止めるぞ

Sakura?: It can’t be helped, let’s stop this.

？？：は、はい！！

?? (Nirei): Y, yes!!

STORY AFTER THE BOSS

花垣 武道：痛ってて…やべえ、ちょっと気失ってたかも

Takemichi: Ow, ow, it hurts… Damn, I might pass out.

場地 圭介：おーい、タケミチ　こっちは終わったぞ～

Baji: Heey, Takemichi. We’re done over here.

松野 千冬：数だけで大したことなかったっスね！

Chifuyu: They were just a few, so it was no big deal.

花垣 武道：場地君！千冬！

Takemichi: Baji-kun! Chifuyu!

松野 千冬：タケミッち　相変わらずボロボロだな～

Chifuyu: Takemicchi, as always you’re all worn-out～

桜？：おい！いい加減止まりやがれ！

Sakura?: Hey! For fucks sake, give me a break!

佐野 万次郎：邪魔

Mikey: You’re on my way.

桜？：痛ッてぇ…な！！！

Sakura?: Ow.. That hurts!!!

花垣 武道：マ、マイキー君の蹴りをガードした…？あの人何者だ…？

Takemichi: H-he blocked Mikey-kun’s kick…? Who the hell is that guy…?

？？：あ、あの！！アンタらどこの誰っスか！？

?? (Nirei): E-excuse me!! Where did you come from!?

場地 圭介：あ？テメェこそ誰だよ

Baji: Hah? Who the hell are you?

楡井 秋彦：オレは風鈴高校1年楡井秋彦っス

Nirei: I’m a first year student at Furin High School, Nirei Akihiko.  

花垣 武道：風鈴高校…？

Takemichi: Furin High School…?

楡井 秋彦：知らないンスか！？この「まこち町」を守るヒーローっスよ！

Nirei: You don’t know!? We’re the heroes that protect this “Makochi Town”!

松野 千冬：ヒーローねぇ

Chifuyu: Heroes, huh?

楡井 秋彦：それより！あんた達は何者っスか！桜さんがあんなに苦戦するなんて���只者じゃないっスよね！？

Nirei: However! Who are you guys! It’s unusual to see Sakura-san struggling with a fight… You are no ordinary people!?

花垣 武道：オレは東京卍會の花垣武道っス！

Takemichi: I’m Tokyo Manji Gang’s Hanagaki Takemichi!

場地 圭介：東京卍會壱番隊隊長　場地圭介だ

Baji: Tokyo Manji Gang first division captain, Baji Keisuke.

松野 千冬：同じく壱番隊副隊長　松野千冬だ

Chifuyu: I’m also first division vice captain, Matsuno Chifuyu.

楡井 秋彦：東京卍會？聞いたことないっスね…

Nirei: Tokyo Manji Gang? Never heard of it…

佐野 万次郎：ふーん　オマエなかなかやるじゃん

Mikey: Pheeew. Not bad at all.

場地 圭介：お、終わったみたいだな

Baji: Oh, looks like you’re finished.

佐野 万次郎：オマエの名前は？

Mikey: What’s your name?

桜 遥：…桜遥

Sakura: Sakura Haruka…

佐野 万次郎：桜ね　オレは佐野万次郎　マイキーでいいよ

Mikey: So Sakura. I’m Sano Manjiro. Mikey’s okay.

桜 遥：ハァ？マイキー？

Sakura: Hah? Mikey?

STORY AFTER DEFEATING BOSS LVL. 2

桜 遥：お前ら結構やるな

Sakura: You guys are quite impressive.

STORY AFTER DEFEATING BOSS LVL. 5

桜 遥：まだまだ本気出せんだろ？

Sakura: Still not making a serious effort?

STORY AFTER DEFEATING BOSS LVL. 10

桜 遥：やっと本気出しやがったか

Sakura: Are you finally stepping up your game.

READ PART 2 HERE!

[skirtmag]

5000 Posts and 18 000 followers later, I am dumbfounded by the way this page has grown and has inspired many people to stay true to themselves and continuously explore the beauty of everyday life. I have accomplished many dreams and goals set for this Tumblr and have had the opportunity to engage with an awe-inspiring community of people online. However, all good things have to come to an end and Skirtmag has been superb towards me. I am so thankful and grateful to everyone who has interacted with Skirtmag and is following the page. I will truly always be inspired by the heroes of Skirtmag and its community, but it is time to make room for new adventures, in the words of Elin Kling. This is not goodbye, but rather the beginning of a journey into another creative bracket of the world Skirtmag comes from. The spirit of the Skirtmag woman will live on, and I hope you all continue to identify her in the world and in yourselves. Thank you for the opportunity to participate in the creation of beautiful ideas. Merci Infinitely!!! Loads of love and à bientôt 

[i3utterflyeffect]

gouhhhh shaking reverse selkie king (selking?). i am glad you ran with the suggestion this awesomely \o/ apologies for the Lot Of asks about this guy suddenly i'm just having thoughts

what's he think of alan, generally? before or after re-meeting him

NO SO FAIR. he is rotating in my brain too..... in the microwave!!!!

i think he definitely has A Lot Of Feelings about Alan even before he meets them again! And also about Ash! Realizing Alan was alive was not a good feeling, and after recognizing his protectiveness towards a smaller Ash was probably him protecting a younger kid feels. Especially terrible after he becomes attached to Gold!

he's very aware of how Alan felt about him looking back and feels very much responsible for not letting it happen again... which makes Gold and his subsequent rampage all the more harrowing to look back on! He let his baby die, and decided to take it out on things he once again failed to realize were alive!

just. You know the scene where he realizes he was hurting Purple in order to destroy Minecraft? The metaphorical idea of him hurting Gold by extension by doing that feels a lot more real to him— and now it's extended to both Ash and Alan as well!

which. Makes him meeting Alan again. EXTREMELY nervewracking!!! He did not expect to have to confront his mistakes so immediately!!! But he forces himself to confront it.

After he's met Alan... he's a little shocked but pretty happy to see that he's recovered pretty well. He's maybe a little jealous, sure, but it isn't exactly unfair that Alan got the better side of things. He does do his best to make it up to the others where he can, even if Alan's kids don't get exactly why! They're under the assumption it's just for almost kling them, and it is, but also for many other things too...

[iifishizzleii]

könig & gaz - first meet

rare ship alert lmao. unedited :]

könig, who’s sent by kortac (much to his displeasure) on a co-op with task force 141.

he doesn’t like how they work, how their attention will divert from the mission the moment it comes to protecting civilians.

if there’s a chance that innocent lives can be saved, könig will do what he can. but, he won’t compromise a mission over a few lives, because what’s war without sacrifice? (not that their sacrifice means anything in the end, but to be fair, if you see a group of military men rushing one way, why wouldn’t you run the other way?) he has a job, and it’s a job that pays him to take lives. not save them.

the 141, on the other hand, work like they are. and it’s fucking annoying because they suddenly have a conscious for the lives they’re taking, as if the soldiers they’d killed in the field weren’t civilians in gear— as if they weren’t men who were someone’s husband, son, or father. but what does könig know? he’s just a colonel who’s been on the field longer than even price.

(the truth is, könig wasn’t raised knowing the value of human life. his father hated his mother, and his mother hated that he looked like his father. when he was diagnosed with social anxiety, it was just a label to the skin-crawling feeling he got whenever somebody stared at him for too long, the fraying to his nerves when the voices around him made the ones in his head scream louder. people had never done könig any good in his life. so, what did they deserve from him?)

he was forced to a briefing with the 141, and they were as insufferable as he remembered. price, with his unintelligible bear grunting that had könig leaning left because the hearing in his right ear had dulled, and the odor of cigarettes and stress that always followed him. ghost, who‘s staring was like a dissection he felt tugging at every nerve, dull eyes watching könig from across the table in a way that made the taller man want to peel out his eyes. soap, the blabbering bastard that never knew how to sit still without brushing up cozy against the masked lieutenant. all three of them were ripe for early retirement by könig’s hand, testing him with every indirect jab and comment made at the expense of their former enemy. then, a fourth man könig hadn’t bothered sparing any attention for asks price and question, and he turns.

his name was gaz. that’s what könig was told, at least, though he doubted it was the brit’s real name. not that he gave a shit. and ‘gaz’ was no older than thirty five.

he stood to price’s right, staring down at the map on the table with a sharp focus könig noticed. and while they weren’t many things on this Earth he enjoyed, one thing könig could appreciate was a weapon that was as lethal as it was transfixing.

he has big, brown eyes that swam with emotion, something könig’s bitter heart wouldn’t know a thing about. full, tanned cupid bow lips twisted into a thoughtful frown as price and laswell discussed their plans for the mission. his skin was copper, unlike the pale complexions könig was accustomed to seeing on Al Mazrah and Ashika Island. he has thick brows and sharp nose, and when he folds his arms across his chest, his biceps bulge under the grey-blue button up shirt he wears. the curve of his ass and muscled thighs are hugged by his tactical cargo pants.

he wasn’t stocky like soap, nor was he as intimidatingly huge as price or ghost. it was anything larger in size, after all, that people’s attention naturally gravitated to. könig would know. and between the four of them, gaz sits directly in the middle of being physically dominating. and it’s that which interests könig, because while any other less experienced man would chalk gaz’s size up to his skill, he knew better. gaz had every good of a chance of killing him as the rest of the men did. maybe even more, now that könig was aware of how his presence effected the group, and how easily gaz could use to his advantage.

“hübsche klinge,” könig muttered under his breath.

but, awareness seemed to lose meaning as he watched the young man across the room, dark eyes trailing up the thin fabric stretched across gaz’s stomach before lowering to watch his narrow hips as shifts to face price.

then soap cracks a joke and könig would have condemned him for it, unused to such easy going attitude while prepping for a mission, but the sight of gaz’s lips uncurling into a the barest hints of grin make könig freeze. he’s a grown man for christ’s sake, a force of nature feared by enemies and revered by allies. not even the sight of a his own family’s mangled corpses could sway him.

yet, watching that small grin on gaz’s face bloom into a full smile, an exasperated but amused laugh escaping plush lips at soap’s joke, has könig tightening his fists at his side, tracking the way gaz’s eyes crinkle in the corner from the stretch of his smile, his arms unfolding just to refold them oppositely.

könig decides at that moment that out of all the 141, gaz would be the biggest hindrance.

[zangtangimpersonator]

if you were curious to know what the most expensive thing you can do on Kling looks like, this is it. Um,

[lemonisherelol]

And I’m back! Heyy! Hii! Hello!! How’s it going? :3

Today i wanted to show y’all my art! Some are old but Ye! And I’m so sorry if it took a while, yes I’m doing ok. I’m trynna get some treatment the best I can lol

So let’s talk, so i planned to make a couple rang Videos on Tiktok, S4n1c_k1dxd or Lemon !! [#1 Kim n Mr. X simp] (might saw me anywhere lol). The first things I would love to make is Hazbin Hotel rant, basically me reviewing it and talking about it, bc I had a bad interaction with some fans. And then, a redesign video! It’ll take me a while now since I’m focusing on my health. But!! I did redesigned helluva boss characters! I’ll show whenever I’m done with Fizzarolli and Barbie! Then next, before showing it I’ll talk about an AU! My friends came up with the designs/lore while me and my boyfriend make the concepts! (He makes the hellborns while I make the imps!)

That’s about it, But hey! I watched new pretty blood episode! I did see Eluca’s sister but i didn’t expect her to be all different- But got to see my bbg Kling again!!

Someone requested to draw Bradley, I also wanted to say that I love Bradley so much, he and Johnny being inspired from each other is CRAZY!

I also made SlimYin, but i made it my own way! I wasn’t sure about the current design though-

I also wanted to show some of my sonas, (both in 7 and 8 drawings!) :3

I also wanted to show more pretty blood art and naughty bear art! Lastly, Slendytubbies! (My slendy ocs are all males btw)

I hope to see you soon! :).

[eretzyisrael]

by Vita Fellig

Ohio State University senior Adam Kling estimates that he’s seen between 50 and 100 anti-Israel protests on campus in the last four years. But what the Jewish biomedical engineering student experienced on Jan. 27, on International Holocaust Remembrance Day, was new to him.

On Monday evening, some 60 antisemitic protesters braved near-freezing temperatures to chant and yell outside of the Schottenstein Chabad House at OSU in an effort to disrupt presentations by two former Israeli soldiers about their experiences being injured while responding to Hamas’s terror attacks in southern Israel on Oct. 7, 2023.

Although the Jewish center bears the public university’s name, it’s not an official Ohio State University entity, and its current building is off-campus. Kling told JNS that it was unusual for protesters to target a site that wasn’t on the university grounds.

“It’s one thing to do it on campus. It is a public university, and you have free speech, which I 100% support your right to go out and protest what you believe right on campus,” he said. “This is the first time that they’ve taken the step to go from campus to surrounding us at our own home, a religious building on campus where people are supposed to feel safe.”

Kling told JNS that he is “obviously not a law expert” but is “just struggling to see where the line is when it comes to religious intimidation when you stand outside a religious building and scream threats to all the Jewish people in there, calling them ‘terrorists,’ ‘baby killers’ and ‘war criminals.’”

“We are in Columbus, Ohio, 6,000 miles away from the Middle East,” he said. “I don’t understand how intimidating and threatening me off campus at a Jewish place of worship has anything to do with politics or does anything to support your cause.”

“It is 2025 and the 80th anniversary of Auschwitz being liberated, and there is someone Jewish in Ohio, in America, that is scared to walk home,” he said. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

[sysiheart]

Wildest fucking therapist I have ran into

When i tried to look for a new one to help with my ~issues I had a meeting with this lady who:

-had me go into her house that was A MESS

-had her tiny angry fucking dog there with us (she didnt tell me about it before the meeting, good i wasnt allergic)

-Tried to heal me (autism, adhd, ocd) with music

-didnt know how to connect her phone to the headphones (i had to do it. It wasnt like a bluetooth thing. Literally just a wire)

-played me A LONG song that was just KLING KLONG KLING -sounds for several minutes and was like "close ur eyes" (i left them bit open cause i didnt trust her lmao)

-When I told her i am face blind she was like "have you tried being like 'i want to remember your face'" and I just "no, i have to try that" cause like i am not fighting her lmao

-also the meeting just wouldnt stop. Usually those test meetings are like. 30-45 mins and I was there like. Well over an hour and I wad pretty sure I would never see my family again

Still dont know wtf that was