#launching mio s

[angelatmidnight1]

Octane Tickle Headcanons

I haven't written anything for Apex in a little over a year and I decided to write these on a whim to try and ease my way back into the fandom.

Ler

The Apex Games keep Octane busy, but even he needs to add in some variety so he doesn’t get bored.

As one of the Outland’s resident pranksters, he causes trouble on a pretty regular basis and enjoys having fun with the other Legends. Sometimes that fun incorporates tickling. This is especially true if his target has a more serious/stoic personality. 

“Jeez, it was just a joke. Loosen up amigo.” Cue the speedster prodding at the lee’s torso, especially at the sides or ribs, and grinning when he gets a squeal or a laugh. “Ticklish, huh? Sweet. I was getting bored..”

Octane is mischievous and energetic as a ‘ler. He goes in fast and pokes and squeezes over ticklish spots in seemingly random patterns before doubling down and scribbling over the spots that got his ‘lee laughing. 

He can also be a lil’ shit about it too- if he thinks his friends are moving too slow, he’ll poke at their torso and encourage them to move it, though he can often easily keep up with them even if they make a legitimate attempt to run. “Dios mio, you even walk slow. Hurry up!”

Tickling and pranks become intertwined if he learns that someone’s ticklish. One of his favorite things to do is poking the closest person to his jump pad and laughing as they accidentally launch themselves in the air. It’s funnier if they end up flying off the map. 

He loves a chase. He will even give his ‘lee a head start if he’s feeling cocky, but it’s rare that they ever get away from him.

He also likes to dash in while his lee is doing something else, tickle them, and dash out. He always gets a kick out of it, and his ‘lees are often left exhausted. Getting tickled by him could easily count as a workout. 

Being Octane’s friend and being around him when he’s bored could lead to impromptu tickle attacks. He’ll spring up to his feet and grin, saying, “I’ll give you ten seconds to run.” That’s the closest thing to a warning they’ll get before he jumps into action, and even ten seconds is generous. 

Octane also likes to tickle people if they prank him and/or if they’re starting trouble with him and playfully tease them. His taunts can range from “Thought you were mad at me. What 's so funny?” or “Still got jokes, huh?”

Lee

One of, if not the most ticklish Legend in the Apex Games. Whether that sensitivity comes from his stim usage or not, it doesn’t take much to get him laughing. 

The difficult part is having him stay still long enough to actually be tickled, though. After a few ticklish pokes, he’s gone, and most of the Legends don’t have a chance in catching him. 

He has to be backed into a corner or someone has to get the jump on him to have the highest chance of tickling him. And even then, he has to be held or pinned in some way because he’s very squirmy. If he can get away, he will. 

A  couple of pokes can easily get those frantic giggles out of him. But tickling his underarms will elicit those infectious belly laughs. His tummy is pretty ticklish too, but to a slightly lesser extent. 

He yelps out an even mix of English and Spanglish as he’s being tickled, with a heavier emphasis on Spanish curse words as he squirms and laughs himself silly. 

Since he pranks a lot of the Legends, he’s a prime target for tickling if they can catch him. That doesn’t stop him from instigating pranks though- it’s way too much fun. 

His laughter is much like him: loud and chaotic. It can usually be heard from at least two rooms down on the drop ship. 

He regenerates stamina quickly and can be tickled for longer than most in theory. And, even if his ‘ler has him trapped, he’s still very fidgety and it takes a concerted effort to keep him in place. 

If his ‘ler is ticklish, or if there’s even a possibility that they are, he’s gonna get them back. Even if it seems like he’s dashed off to do something else, Octane’s coming for ‘em.

[reader010]

I have been obsessing about @skippyin's Lost in New York AU. So much so that I made a short 1-hour writing dump about Luigi trying to find and rescue Bowser Junior from Brooklyn. Thought I'd share!

(Definitely not head-cannoning Luigi as Junior's surrogate second parent. Dear god what has the Bowuigi done to me 🥲).

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Luigi was sweating. It was that cold, clammy sweat that clung to the skin and made him feel sick. Or was that just the sinking feeling in his gut, screaming at him that something was irreparably wrong?

He didn’t have the precious seconds to waste on determining which.

“Junior!” The young koopaling’s name launched from his lips, only to be drowned out by cars rolling down the overpass overhead. It was so loud – too loud. Nothing like the plumber’s peaceful life in the Mushroom Kingdom.

But Luigi came back for a purpose – da Dio he would accomplish it.

“Junior!”

He was going to bring the kid back. Kicking and screaming – most likely – but he’d get Junior out of here and back to his father, regardless of the young prince’s desires. An uncharacteristic confidence had overtaken the plumber. Luigi’s resolve was unshaken as he trekked through his old hometown, scouring the shadows which wrapped the streets in the ephemeral glow of dusk.

Luigi paid no mind to the rickety old apartment complex at the edge of the block, where he and Mario had made many a house call, back in a time when he had called this foreign place home. He didn’t think about the greasy pizza place on the corner where two broke bachelors could find a cheap meal; the old high school a couple streets down hardly registered.

“Junior!” No, the only thought in Luigi’s mind was to find the little koopaling. Find him quickly, before he was lost entirely, disappearing into the big city; find him fast, before anything else could happen.

…

…

…

But by the time he did, it was already too late.

Luigi had nearly passed the alleyway when he heard it. Sniffling. The earnest attempt of a child holding back his tears. The human leaped to attention as his eyes tracked the sound to their source, spotting a figure curled up in a black hoodie.

“Junior!” Luigi scrambled into the alley, to the aid of the young koopaling. The sniveling and shaking body hardly seemed to notice him; bright red eyes bristling with tears as Junior tried to bury his face into his sleeves. Acting on instinct, the plumber reached out to comfort the child, only for Junior to flinch away from him.

Luigi retreated his hand. With a frown etched across his face, he carefully looked over the young prince. He didn’t look injured, per se, but there was certainly plenty of evidence to some sort of scrap: the backpack he was wearing to cover his shell looked battered, with a few spikes poking out from its holes. His yellow shorts were stained with dirt at the knees. And…

…and his signature paintbrush lay, snapped in two, at the koopaling’s feet.

“Aye…” Luigi’s heart shattered in his chest. In the distance, he could hear the sounds of laughter, coming from a group of teenagers. But all the plumber’s focus was on the young child in front of him. “Mio bambino…” Unable to touch the crying koopaling, Luigi’s own vision began to fog.

“Can we just…” Junior spoke between sobs as his little act began to burst. “I don’t like it here,” he cried loudly. Luigi could do nothing but watch as the tears flowed freely down the prince’s face, the koopaling clamping his jaw tight to hold back anymore cries.

There it was.

There was the Brooklyn Luigi remembered.

The city that chewed up and spat out its inhabitants; that made people feel small and powerless. Just because it could. Just because it wanted to.

The Brooklyn Luigi had never wanted to return to.

The Brooklyn Luigi had so desperately wanted to keep Junior safe from.

“Sì mio figlio,” he extended his arms out to the young prince; Junior leaped into the plumber’s embrace as the tears continued to pour. A wet snout smeared against his overalls as Luigi picked up the turtle-shelled child to hold in his arms, hardly noticing the sharp spikes scratching against his wrists through the fabric of the bag.

“Let’s go home.”

[demifiendrsa]

Xenoblade Chronicles 3: Future Redeemed – Story Trailer

Japanese version

Background music sample: “New Battle!!!”

Xenoblade Chronicles 3‘s final downloadable content, “Expansion Pass Vol. 4: Future Redeemed,” will launch on April 25, 2023.

Overview

Set before the events of the Xenoblade Chronicles 3 game, players join a cast of new and familiar characters in an original story scenario that connects all three installments in the Xenoblade Chronicles series. “Future Redeemed” also features new battle mechanics, such as Unity Combo, where two characters can attack in unison.

Additionally, the Pyra + Mythra 2-pack amiibo figures will be released on Friday, July 21. By scanning the Pyra amiibo in Xenoblade Chronicles 3, players can change the appearance of the sword for Noah’s Swordfighter class to match Pyra’s Aegis Sword. When scanning the Mythra amiibo in Xenoblade Chronicles 3, the sword for Noah’s Swordfighter class will match Mythra’s Aegis Sword. The Aegis sword weapon skins can be used by all players after meeting a condition with a Patch that will be released in the future. Finally, new Noah and Mio amiibo figures have been announced. Please stay tuned for more information in the future.

In Xenoblade Chronicles 3, Aionios is the backdrop to an endless conflict between two opposing nations: Keves and Agnus. Through a chance encounter, a group of six soldiers hailing from both rival nations resolve to put aside their differences and work together to expose a new threat – far greater than that of their ceaseless battle. Players can join Noah, Mio and their friends as they traverse epic landscapes, battle ferocious creatures and fight to break the never-ending cycle of violence that binds their homelands.

Like in previous Xenoblade Chronicles games, battles start by facing enemies directly in the field. Players can control Noah’s party of six and meet additional characters during the adventure who can join the party as support characters. Each fighter has their own role in battle, which allows for diverse strategies. Their class influences how characters battle, and they can harness powerful abilities, called Arts, to strive for victory. Each of the specific tag-team pairs in the party can also make use of the Interlink system and combine into a giant form called Ouroboros.

[the-woild-is-y-erster]

k a lil thing for @newsiesfixation and @crutchie-69 love ya boys/p <3

prompt: "i was only defending myself."

eel hummed as he moved around the kitchen, some lullaby he had heard spot sing to his littles a few times.

"suil, suil, suil a run, suil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin, suil go doras agus ealaigh liom. is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan."

as he padded back to the stove to stir his stew, he heard the footsteps of his lover behind him.

"buonanotte, mi amore." he said over his shoulder, not looking up from his cooking as a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and a head tucked itself into his neck. a grin tugged at his lips. "hard day?" he said, bringing the hand that wasn't stirring the pot up to run his fingers through shoe's hair. a grumble came from the boy behind him, and his arms wrapped tighter around eel's waist.

"got a headache." shoe mumbled. the shorter boy clicked his tongue in sympathy as he finally put the spoon down and turned to embrace his lover. "mi dispiace, amore mio. do you want anything or just some silence?" eel kept one hand on shoe's back as he reached up between them to loosen the tie at the other's neck, unbuttoning the first button at his neck.

the brunet grumbled, and pulled eel close again as his boyfriend laughed. "okay big guy, lets get you to the couch, hm?" he guided shoe towards the door, when behind him the kitchen door flew open with a bang.

"-and the same to ya mother, you son of a-" the raven-haired hurricane that launched itself into the kitchen shouted outside.

"charles britney penelope cooper." eel said sharply. dimes' mouth shut mid-shout as he turned to face the older boys, brow furrowing as he saw them entwined. "who in the name of maria la madre de dio are you yelling at? youse knows if ya got trouble, i'll handle it." zeke's eyes widened as he took in the scuffed up state of his son baby brother young friend. "and why is youse covered in bruises? what the hell is youse doin'?"

dimes opened and closed his mouth, looking rather like a fish with his eyes wide as they flicked between eel and shoe.

"is you's sweethearts?" he finally exploded.

shoe immediately tried to step back from his lover but eel put a hand on his waist and pulled him back. "and if we is? 's not what we's talkin' bout here, bub. who are you shouting at, and why do ya look like ya got run over by a carraige?" dimes shuffled his feet and fiddled with the tie hanging from his collar.

"charlie-"

"i'se was shoutin' at some punks from the bronx, okay?" he said, hating the way his given name sounded in ezekiel's mouth.

" from the bronx? you knows we's queens, right?" eel said, disbelieving. dimes fought the urge to roll his eyes as he glanced skeptically between the two older boys.

"yeah, i do, but-" dimes started before eel cut him off.

"so why's you covered in cuts n bruises, huh?" he asked.

dimes stomped his foot, trying to get him to listen. "i told ya, they's punks! an i was only defending myself. you should see how they looks." he crossed his arms sulkily across his chest, looking at his shoes as eel huffed a disbelieving laugh. "uhuh, i'm sure your five-foot-even-ninety-pound ass got some real good sluggers in."

dimes gaped, getting frustrated. "they followed me here! they said- they said my pa- they said he didnt want me and that's why he's gone." the short fourteen year old looked like he was eight in that moment as he shrank into himself. seeing this, eel immediately felt horrible as he let go of shoe and kneeled in front of dimes.

"hey. dimes. charlie, look at me, buddy." he ducked his head to catch the watery grey irises of the boy in front of him. "hey. you never. never. listen to what those punks have gotta say, y'hear me? they're just tryna rile ya up, and you 'n i both know that ain't true. ya pops loved ya, i knows it. if he didn't, he wouldn'ta gotten ya this tie, huh?" eel brought the tie up so dimes would look at it, rubbing the silky blue material between his fingers for emphasis. dimes nodded as a tear ran down his dirty cheek.

eel wiped it away, keeping his hand on the younger boy's face as he spoke softly. "buddy, you know that ya pop loved ya, and even though he ain't here right now, youse got me 'n shoe, alright? i will never-" he poked dimes' chest with his other hand. "-ever leave youse, okay? neither of us will. youse the best gambler we got! if we let ya wander off too often, who would cheat all the guys outta their money?" that got a watery chuckle out of the grey eyed kid, bringing a smile to eel's face.

"if they ever- ever bother youse again, ya tell me, alright?" dimes nodded, sniffing as eel pulled him into an awkward hug, as he was still on his knees, and dimes was slightly taller than he was the last time they did this. but neither let go, despite their discomfort.

"m sorry i said that, kiddo. i'm sure ya can throw a real good punch." eel whispered into dimes' ear, smiling. dimes laughed, pulling back and twisting the strap of his bag. eel stayed kneeling in front of him, making sure he was really ok now. dimes looked up and made eye contact with him and smiled slightly, before catching sight of shoe behind him, and frowning again. "so- so youse are really sweethearts?" he mumbled.

eel flushed and chuckled as he stood up to lean on the table again. "yeah, we is. youse okay with that?" the small dark haired boy said nothing. "aww, c'mon, its shoe, dimes. shoe. you love shoe." eel wheedled, seeing the hesitance. his eyebrows sunk lower on his face as he walked past the two of them to go out to the common area. eel put a hand on his chest before he could leave. "bub. what's wrong."

dimes brushed the hand off, shuffling towards eel and giving shoe a wary stink eye. "if- if ya start bein sweet, then you- then..." he trailed off, swaying nervously. "then what, dimes?" shoe asked. dimes frowned again, pressing himself against eel's side. "then- then eel won't spend no more time with me." he whispered, barely audible. eel grabbed his shoulder and brought him in front to face shoe and talking into his ear. "buddy, what'd i just promise ya?"

"that you wouldn't leave." dimes mumbled dejectedly.

"uhuh. and that means ever, ya know that?"

he nodded, looking at shoe still.

"just because me n' shoe're together now, don't mean i care bout you any less, okay? i will always cheat at cards with you, or scam people on the streets, alright? ya just gotta ask."

dimes turned around and hugged the brunet boy, burying his face in his shirt. "oh- okay, yep, okay i'm not gonna cry this is fine." eel patted dimes' back, blinking hard.

"i don't wanna share you." eel heard between sobs.

"buddy, ya don't hafta. i'll only spend a little more time with shoe, alright? nothin else'll change, i swear."

dimes looked up at eel, eyes watery. "swear on ya ma?" he whispered.

eel laughed and ruffled the black haired boy's head. "swear on my ma's left buttock, kiddo." he gently pried dimes off of his torso and pushed him towards the door slightly. "go tell the boys finner's near ready, k?" dimes wiped his eyes as he nodded, walking out the door.

shoe looked at eel as the other watched fondly after the raven haired boy.

"you really love him, don't you? he's like your son."

eel sputtered, but didnt deny it. "well, if he's my son-which he isn't!-then he's yours now, too, harv." he said, smiling as e walked over and wrapped his lover in a hug. "sorry i had ta tell him we'se together." he said into the taller boy's neck. shoe shook his head. "was bound to happen anyway. better he heard it from us and not from a rumor." eel chuckled and shook his head, drawing back slightly. "that's that voice of reason i love." he pressed a kiss to his lover's lips, only pulling away when the stew started to bubble on the stove.

RAAAH THIS WAS SO FUN

i didnt cry writing this you did

[w0rld0flight]

Coinciding with Smash Bros. 4's 9th annivarsary is the 9th anniversary of Nintendo's amiibo

Happy 9th anniversary amiibo :) I've been collecting these since 2016 and I haven't stopped ever since

To celebrate, here's a photo of all the 40 amiibo I currently own as of now!

Funnily enough, when I first started amiibo collecting, I didn't even have a Wii U or New 3DS XL at that time LOL

(Long story short I actually wanted a Wii U for Christmas 2016, but I decided to change my mind and wanted a New 3DS XL instead)

I only simply collected the amiibo that were "cute" and all that stuff. In fact, my first four amiibo were all pink except for Toad LOL

And as I grew up, I bought more and more amiibo and expanded my collection. Now I own a whopping 40 amiibo!

And soon, it'll be 41, as one of my relatives, who's currently in Japan, bought me a Charizard amiibo, which is one of the amiibo I want :3

Also speaking of, you want to know something funny? Just after said relative bought me the Charizard amiibo, game stores here in the Philippines such as Data Blitz brought back the Charizard amiibo in their store shelves. It's such a funny coincidence LOL

Also, I find it extremely WILD that Nintendo's amiibo line is almost a decade old. It just started off with Smash Bros., and now there are other amiibo lines for other games such as Mario, Animal Crossing, Splatoon, Zelda, Monster Hunter, etc.

Heck, if anything, Nintendo is the only living factor who's contributing to the toys-to-life industry! All the other toys-to-life series died out a few years ago.

Skylanders and Disney Infinity were created way before amiibo were created, with Skylanders launching in 2011 and Disney Infinity launching in 2013. 3 years before amiibo for the former and a year before amiibo for the latter.

And then Skylanders and Disney Infinity both just died out in 2016.

Lego also had their own toys-to-life series, with the Lego Dimensions series, which was launched in 2015. A year after amiibo's release.

And it looks like Lego Dimensions was the toys-to-life series with the shortest lifespan, as they stopped producing them in 2017. Two years after launch!

amiibo, however, is still continuing well even up to now. Heck, their most recent releases were amiibo for Zelda and Ganondorf in their Tears of the Kingdom appearances. There are still amiibo next year, such as Noah and Mio from Xenoblade 3, as well as Sora from Kingdom Hearts!

Oh and just to let you know that Sora is the very last amiibo in the Smash Bros. series. Maybe they'll produce them again once Smash Bros. 6 comes out. Who knows?

Heck, there's already rumors of a new console by Nintendo, and there's a 100% possibility that that console will still have amiibo compatibility.

[jacks-art-dump]

List of quotes on my wall:

Disco Elysium (light blue is intellect, purple is psyche, magenta is physique, yellow is motorics, and black is characters):

I need you. You can keep me on this earth. Be vigilant. I love you.

-Shivers

If an assault were launched on this building right now--if the windows came crashing down and the whole world descended upon you--this man would hurl himself in death's way to save you. You are sure of this--but why?

-Esprit de Corps (upon meeting Kim)

-What this boils down to is this *reality* thing is stupid. Blow this joint, grab a bottle and drain that shit right down your throat.

-Yes, and perform auto-erotic asphyxiation on yourself with your funny neck tie. Out in the open somewhere!

-Electrochemistry & Horrific Necktie

-It was real. I'd seen it. I'd seen it *in reality*.

-Seen *what*?

-The mask of humanity fall from capital. It has to take it off to kill everyone-everything you love, all the hope and tenderness in the world. It has to take it off, just for one second. To do the deed. And then you see it. As it strangles and beats your friends to death...the sweetest, most courageous people in the world. You see the fear and power and its eyes. Then you *know*.

-What?

-That the bourgeois are not human.

-Dros, the Deserter

Dios mio! (draw a cross) A LIBERAL!

-Communist dialog option when meeting Joyce

Communist quotes (red):

At the risk of seeming ridiculous, let me say that the true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love. It is impossible to think of a genuine revolutionary lacking this quality.

-Che Guevara

Under no pretext should arms and ammunition be surrendered; any attempt to disarm the workers must be frustrated, by force if necessary. -Karl Marx, 1850

Perseus wore a magic cap so that the monsters he hunted may not see him. We draw the magic cap down over our own eyes and ears so as to deny that there are any monsters. -Marx, Capital, 1867

Unus Annus (Black and white):

-You get a buncha' meat, right?

-Uh huh

-You wanna put it in your body in a...better way! What do you do? You put it in a weird SOCK. Alright? You put it in a weird sock and cook it up on a skrittle, skittle?

-No, no you were right, yeah. Skittle.

-Skrittle? No that's not it, hold on. Griddle? Griddle! No wait, what's the other one? What's the one that starts with an 'S'?

-You're gonna get there, I believe in you.

-Skimmer

-Skuh-Skuh-Ski

-Uhg, this is painful

-Are you serious right now?

-I'm super serious (giggle)

-(Laughter)

-This is really bad

-I'm not gonna help you

-A skih-

-A skrittle

-A skim

-A skeer

-A skib?

-A skibble? No!

-What is it? Tell me

-You can do this

-A skittle!

-You keep going in circles

-A scratch! A scr-

-No this isn't a hint!

-Oh!

-(Mutual laughter)

-A SKITTLE! Wait....

-Ski-?

-Uh-huh

-Skid?

-No

-Skyr, skih-, skirtle

-Oh my god...

-Skrittle!

-NO!

-god... I'm gettin' there!

-You're not!

-What happens when you level up, and you need to put your points into your...

-Skill tree!

-Skill turtl.?

-Skill....

-You CAN'T be for real right now!

-I'm one hundred percent!...Oh my god! A hundred...

-Skill tree

-Skill...

-SKILLET!

-YES!

-Oh my god.....

-There you go.

-Oh my god. That wasn't a joke. God damnit! Let's go.

-Alright!

-Jesus christ

-Unus and Annus, 2019

Cut once, measure nonce

-Unus

Music Lyrics (green):

You can choose a ready guide/

In some celestial voice/

If you choose not to decide/

You still have made a choice/

You can choose from phantom fears/

And kindness that can kill/

I will choose a path that’s clear/

I will choose free will.

-Rush, Permenant Waves, "Freewill"

All the world's indeed a stage/

We are merely players/

Performers and portrayers/

Each another's audience outside the gilded cage.

-Rush, Moving Pictures, "Limelight"

I looked in the eyes of the Indian/

That lay on the federal building steps/

And through the rangefinder over the hill/

I saw the frontline boys popping their pills/

Sick of the mess they find/

On their desert stage/

And the bravery of being out of range/

Yeah the question is vexed/

Old man what the hell you gonna kill next/

Old timer who you gonna kill next.

-Roger Waters, Amused to Death, "The Bravery of Being Out of Range"

Misc (color in parenthesis):

-Can you give us some of your political beliefs?

-Kill everyone now! Condone first degree murder! Advocate cannibalism! Eat shit! Filth are my politics, filth is my life!

-Divine, 1972, "Pink Flamingos" (red)

[factmrblog]

Understanding the Growth of the Tiller Machines Market from 2022-2032

The global tiller machines market is estimated to reach a value of USD 2.467 billion in 2022 and is projected to grow at a CAGR of 6.59% during the forecast period of 2022-2032 to reach a value of USD 3.777 billion by 2032. The growth in the global tiller machines market is driven by factors such as the growing population of farmers, the expansion of the farming industry, and the advancement of mechanization in the agricultural sector.

Due to the growth in the population, the demand for food has increased significantly, which has caused the demand for agricultural output to rise significantly. Thus, farmers are adopting efficient farming practices, which include the deployment of tiller machines. Tiller machines are highly efficient in shredding and tilling the fields, thus improving the productiveness of the soil. Furthermore, the advanced technology coupled with the automation of these machines have increased its demand.

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Key Companies Profiled

Bucher Industries AG

AGCO Corporation

Kubota Corporation

Claas KGaA mbH

Sharp Garuda Farm Equipments Pvt. Ltd

CNH Industrial NV

Mahindra & Mahindra Ltd

Deere & Company

Eurometal MIO

Competitive Landscape

Key players in the tiller machines market use methods such as product releases, mergers and acquisitions, collaborations, and alliances to maintain their position in the worldwide market. Moreover, these players are concentrating on making items more lightweight, compact, and user-friendly.

Kirloskar Oil Engines Limited (KOEL) introduced a new tiller machine with K-Cool technology engines in June 2022. The self-start engines of the 12 HP and 15 HP tiller machines enable uninterrupted operation.

VST Tillers Tractors Limited (VST) launched its first cutting-edge Experience Centre in Pune, India, in June 2022. The experience center will feature tiller machines, tractors, rotary tillers, power weeders, brush cutters, rice transplanters, power reapers, hedge trimmers, and accessories, allowing consumers to get hands-on experience with VST’s advanced farm equipment.

Key Segments of Tiller Machines Industry Research

By Product Type :

Front Tine

Rear Tine

Mini-Cultivators

By Tilling Width :

9 Inches

14 Inches

15 Inches

16 to 36 Inches

By Power Capacity :

Under 25 HP

25 to 40 HP

40 to 60 HP

60 to 80 HP

By Mechanism Type :

Hydraulic

Electric

By Region :

North America

Latin America

Europe

APAC

MEA

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Why are the Tiller machines market players targeting region for increased product sales?

What patented technologies are the players utilizing in the global Tiller machines market?

Which regions are displaying the fastest growth in the Tiller machines market?

What are the underlying micro- macroeconomic factors affecting the global Tiller machines market?

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[nintendo-europe]

This delightful illustration of Mio was drawn by Xenoblade Chronicles 3’s character designer Masatsugu Saito to commemorate the game’s launch.

Good luck to everyone starting their adventures today!

[volturiwolf]

The Volturi Princess - A Felix Volturi x fem!Reader Story (part 4)

A/N: I know it's been quite some time since I last updated the story, but I felt like I was losing motivation for the continuation of the story, as I don't have any feedback on how people like it. But I thought it would be unfair to the story and whoever read it so far if I abandoned it altogether - I have already written a few parts and I don't want to just leave them.

No of Words: 3400+

Mentions of: Abandonment, Abortion, Anxiety, Blood, Bruises, Coma/Comatosed State, Death Emotional Abuse, Emotional and Physical Pain, Gaslighting, Greece/Greek Language - with translation, Heartbreak, Italian Language - with translation, Manipulation, Murder, Pain, Panic Attacks, Pregnancy, Suffering, Suicide/Suicidal Thoughts, Swear Language, Throwing Up/Puking, Witches/Wizards/Witchcraft

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(Y/N)’s POV:

I started screaming as I was watching my father launch an attack on Felix. He was tossed over 50 meters away, and he fell to the ground with a loud thud. I ran towards him before my father attempted anything else, and fell to my knees, capturing his face carefully between my hands.

Half of his face was deeply cracked, along with the back of his head, and - I assumed - other parts of his body as well. This was my fault. “Perdonami, amore mio. Non volevo che ti facessi male. Ti porterò via da qui.” (“Forgive me, my love. I did not want you to get hurt. I will take you away from here.”)

I looked towards Demetri and the Twins and communicated with them the only way I could now. ‘Guys, please, come over here. Take care of Felix, while I deal with my parents. My shield will cover you for your own protection.’ My voice echoed within their heads, and although they were shocked for a few seconds, they all agreed.

They ran and stood beside me, and I let my shield expand from my body, and surround the four guards. I was devastated to see Felix, my mate, my only love be in this position, but I had no time to waste. I turned to my parents.

“Ώρα να τελειώνουμε. Έκανα υπομονή μαζί σας, αλλά, απ’ ότι φαίνεται, θέλετε να είμαι μίζερη, αρκεί να είμαι μαζί σας και να σας υπηρετώ.” (“It’s time to get over (with it). I had patience with you, but, it seems that you want me to be miserable, as long as I am with you and I serve you.”)

“(Ο/Σ), το ξέρεις ότι σε αγαπάμε και νοιαζόμαστε για σένα. Θέλουμε ό,τι καλύτερο για σένα. Αν καταφέρουμε να νικήσουμε και τον Άρο στο ενδιάμεσο, ακόμα καλύτερα.” (“(Y/N), you know that we love you and we care about you. We want the best for you. If we managed to beat Aro in the meantime, even better.”)

“Μαμά, αυτό δεν καταλαβαίνετε. Δε με νοιάζει να νικήσω τον Άρο. Δε σας αναζήτησα επειδή ήθελα να εκδικηθώ τον Άρο. Σας έψαξα γιατί ήθελα να καλύψω αυτό το κενό που ένιωθα μέσα μου. Ένιωθα την απουσία σας και, όταν βρήκα την ευκαιρία και το κουράγιο, ήρθα να σας βρω!” (“Mom, that’s what you don’t understand. I don’t care about beating Aro. I didn’t look for you because I want to take my revenge on Aro. I looked for you because I wanted to mend the emptiness I felt inside. I felt your absence and, when I got the chance and (gathered) the courage, I came to find you!”)

“Ψυχούλα μου..” (“My little soul..”)

“Σταμάτα. Καταφέρατε να καταστρέψετε ό,τι καλύτερο είχα στη ζωή μου και να με απομακρύνετε από κοντά σας. Ήρθε η ώρα να τελειώνουμε με αυτό!” (“Stop. You managed to ruin the best thing I’ve had in my life and push me away from you. It’s time to get over with this!”)

I opened my arms wide and closed my eyes. I gathered up as much energy as I could possibly derive from the pain and anger I was feeling. My emotions were feeding my power and made me stronger, though I felt my heart breaking in sadness. I felt my whole body lighting up, purple and black flames burning high. I looked straight at my parents. Purple smoke came out of my hands aggressively towards my parents as I casted my spell to make them forget about me and the Volturi ever existing.

The smoke surrounded both of them and they were unable to move or resist. I saw their wide eyes, their open mouths that could not utter a single word, and suddenly they fell down. The smoke slowly started disappearing and then I let myself fall on my knees crying.

I didn’t want to force my parents to forget me. I didn’t want to leave them, but, the way things turned, the way I turned and lost myself under their influence, I had to get away, I had to save my friends and myself. At least, this way, I wouldn’t have to kill them or deal with them anymore - we would be separated as we always were, and they won’t even know about my existence or the Volturi’s. I have created some vague memories about how they came to be, but nothing too specific.

I turned to my friends, retrieving my shield back to me. They were all on their knees, surrounding Felix, and examining him. Jane turned to look at me, her eyes desperate. Felix didn’t show any sign of life. I leaned over him and kissed him slightly on his lips. I passed my hand over his entire body, gold flashes shining bright, trying to heal him. The cracked skin started healing back to its original state and it took a few seconds for Felix to open his eyes. I stroke his hair lightly, while staring at him lovingly. He smiled faintly, and my heart melted with love.

“Dove sono?” (“Where am I?”) was the first thing he asked.

“Siamo ancora in Grecia.” (“We’re still in Greece.”) I told him while still stroking his hair. It calmed both of us down.

“Possiamo tornare a casa?” (“Can we go back home?”)

“Ma certo, amore mio. Torniamo a casa.” (“But of course, my love. Let’s go back home.”) I told him without thinking of the consequences. I would do anything for Felix to be okay, even if that meant going back to Volterra.

“Grazie, anima mia.” (“Thank you, my soul.”) Felix said, closing his eyes and passing out again.

I offered to carry him back home, not only because he was my mate, but because no other vampire was physically as strong as to carry the mountain that Felix was for such a long distance. We decided to travel up north, passing through the Ottoman and the Austro-Hungarian Empires to reach Italy, as we wouldn’t be able to cross the Adriatic Sea with Felix still being unconscious.

We reached Volterra about a week later, sometime after midnight, so no humans could notice us. Felix was still unconscious and I was getting really worried. What did my father do to him? However, I didn’t have enough time to examine him as Santiago noticed us and asked us to follow him in the throne room. We entered the cold room, the atmosphere electrified with hostility.

Aro saw us and started going down the stairs. “(Y/N), my dear granddaughter! I missed you terribly. I am so glad you’re back, mio figlio (my child).” Liar.

“I’m happy to be back, Aro.” I was lying just as much as he was.

Aro stared at the unconscious Felix in my arms. “What happened? Jane?” Aro called Jane to come over, stretching out his hand to reach her. I knew that he would soon know everything about me, my parents, and anything and anyone else that the Elite Guards came across on their mission. Jane looked at me apologetically. I nodded at her to show her that I didn’t mind. I knew this was going to happen.

A few minutes later, Aro turned back to me. “I’m glad you are okay, my dear. And I’m very curious about the range of your powers and your gift. But, we both know that your mate and one of my Elite Guards has been badly wounded. So, it is safe to say that you will have to be punished for both his state and the fact that you ran away.” Aro grinned. He knew I was feeling guilty about Felix’s condition and that I would only have to accept his verdict, as I did.

“Good. Demetri, Santiago. Can you please take Felix to his room?” Both guards nodded as they took Felix out of my arms, and exited the room quickly. “My dear, I’m sorry I have to do this.” No, you’re not. “But you will have to stay in the dungeons, for as long as it’s needed as your punishment. You are not to interact with anyone else unless I have allowed it first. Of course, I’m not going to treat you as badly as other prisoners. You will have a small room and a bathroom, to...take care of your human needs, but you will not be allowed to enjoy other comforts as you previously did. That means you will remain in your room until I allow you to come out. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Aro.” I agreed with him, just because I knew I had to be punished for the way Felix was feeling now. “What about Felix?”

“Felix will remain in his room. If you want to visit him, you’ll have to ask for my permission. I will assign you a guard to stay outside of your room at all times, should you need anything. You know, (Y/N), I could have been way harsher on you. I am trying to be as lenient as I can, dear.”

“I know.” I agree with him, as I didn’t want to cause any more problems for now.

“Chelsea, Afton. Please, escort (Y/N) to her new room. Afton, you will stay with her.”

“Yes, master.” They both bowed before Aro, as we all turned, walking towards the dungeons, where I would spend my remaining days.

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The days were passing without any news about Felix. Was he awake? Was he still unconscious? I asked about him probably 10 times a day; Afton was getting tired of me. He would, of course, have to feed, so Chelsea took his position guarding me. I, myself, was only allowed human food, which I didn’t mind, but it was only to keep me weakened and restricted, which I did mind. I could barely sense Felix through our bond, and trying to track him made me feel dizzy and exhausted. I knew I could not help him from here, I had to see him.

“Chelsea? Chelsea, please, open up. I have to go see Felix.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), I can’t let you go see him. Aro did not approve this.” I heard Chelsea’s voice behind the door.

“Please, Chelsea, you know how mates are. I cannot not see him, not now that he’s in such a position. I want to help him, Chelsea. I don’t know what I’m going to do if anything else happens to him. Please.”

There were a few seconds of silence, which felt like hours. Chelsea opened the door and allowed me to get out of the room. “You’re going to get me in trouble, (Y/N).” I hugged her tightly and she hugged me back.

“I’m so sorry, Chelsea. If anything happens, I’ll take full responsibility. Nothing will happen to you. I promise.” Chelsea nodded but insisted she escorted me to Felix’s room.

I ran up the stairs, getting out of the dungeons, and ran towards the Elite Guards’ quarters, with Chelsea close behind me. I stood outside of Felix’s room, my heart pounding, and struggling to calm my breath. Before I could knock on the door, it opened slightly and Demetri’s head popped out. He was a bit pale and his eyes were black - he clearly hasn’t fed in days.

“(Y/N), you shouldn’t be here.” He whispered though it would still be easy for other vampires nearby to hear us. “If the masters find out you came here, without Aro’s permission, you’ll be in big trouble.”

“I don’t care, Dem. I can’t get in any more trouble than I am right now. Please, I have to see him. I have to make sure he’s okay.” Demetri did not move.

“Σε παρακαλώ, Δημήτρη. Δεν μπορώ να μείνω μακριά του και το ξέρεις. Σε παρακαλώ, άφησε με να τον δω.” (“Please, Demetri. I can’t stay away from him and you know it. Please, let me see him.”) I pleaded and pleaded. Demetri took some time, but moved aside and let me get in the room.

“Chelsea, can you stay with (Y/N)? I have to go out.” Chelsea nodded at Demetri, and he quickly left the room - I assumed he went hunting.

I turned my head towards the bed where Felix was laying, eyes closed, still unconscious. I moved towards him and stood there for a while. His face looked peaceful and calm, a calmness I’ve never seen before on him. He was always intense, or stern, or even smiling slightly a few times. But never like this, never drained out of life and energy.

I felt a few tears running down my face. Now it’s not the time for tears, (Y/N). Felix was pale, almost translucent, and covered with a bedsheet that only left his face, shoulders, and chest exposed. I hated seeing him in this state, and from the hands of my parents - they were equally responsible for his state, but that didn’t matter now.

I reached out to caress his cheek. Cold as ever, but still soft and perfect. Felix was perfect, maybe a little too perfect for me. He didn’t deserve to suffer like this; it was not his fault that my whole family was messed up. Aro promised him a better life before he turned him into a vampire, and now, he looked like he was dying.

The only indicator that he was still alive somehow was his small breaths which could go unnoticed if you didn’t stare at him for a long time. He looked weak and fragile; he would hate looking fragile, as much as I did right now. He does not deserve this. We should have been celebrating now. We indirectly admitted that we were mates - I hoped he still remembered that. We could have been together by now.

I thought about all the times we caught each other staring; all the small smiles we would exchange; every time he would defend my stupid actions when I got carried away talking back to Aro or Caius; every time he got confused when I talked to the kings or Demetri and Chelsea in Greek - Demetri offered to teach him but he had trouble learning and he gave up trying.

I thought about every time we spent time in the library, me reading essays or poems or history books, and him either keeping me company, while also ensuring my safety, or trying to read books in different languages, and failing miserably - although he was an expert speaker of many languages, he wasn’t able to read or write in those languages that well. The smallest detail, the smallest thing he would do was what made me fall in love with him, again and again. And now, I only wished I could do something, anything to help him.

And then, the realization hit me. I was human. Well, partially human, but still human. I had blood in my veins, I could blush, I could cry. My blood did not appeal to others as much as a regular human’s would, but I was Felix’s mate. Maybe my blood could help him. Without thinking twice, I bit down on my wrist.

I heard Chelsea squeaking at my action, but I continued. I bit as hard as I could, moaning in pain in the process until I saw enough blood gushing out of the bite. I lifted Felix’s head as carefully as I could and brought my bloody wrist to his mouth, forcing the blood to enter his mouth. My heart was pounding at the sight; Felix was still unconscious, my blood not helping him.

Suddenly, I saw Felix gulping. He chugged big gulps of my blood, his body coming slowly to life. His color was getting better, healthier and he took my wrist in his hands as he continued to suck on my wrist greedily. My wrist started going numb, my stomach twisted and turned, and my heartbeat weakened. I didn’t try to pull my hand away from him; it was the least I could do for him. Chelsea must have heard my weakened heart and ran towards me, trying to pull me away from Felix. I guess she didn’t make it in time, as everything around me went black before I heard Felix screaming my name.

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My head felt heavy and dizzy. I couldn’t feel the rest of my body, though I could hear my faint heart. I couldn’t even open my eyes, as if they were forced shut. Besides that, I felt nothing and everything. I felt a weight pushing me down, but I also felt as if my body didn’t belong to me anymore. I was feeling pain, but I was also feeling the ultimate relaxation. I didn’t know where I was, but I felt the familiarity of the environment. I felt powerless, but I also didn’t care at the moment.

I was in my own empty world, a place where I could finally relax. I felt at peace. The last thing I remember was Felix feeding off of me, and that made me smile. If Felix was okay and alive, I’d be happy. I would have died saving my mate, the only person I truly and unconditionally loved.

A conversation nearby interrupted my thoughts. “Demetri, Chelsea! She smiled!” Felix? “She smiled! I saw it! She’s alive!” So, I didn’t actually die?

“Felix, don’t do this to yourself. We don’t know if she’ll be okay. Let’s just wait for Jane and Alec to return with Carlisle.” Demetri sounded reserved. Carlisle? Carlisle would come here? I smiled again. Carlisle always treated me like I was his daughter, and I saw him as the caring father figure I never had.

“She smiled again! Amore mio, please open your eyes, I want to know that you are okay.” Felix, I missed you so much. I wish I could have told you how much I love you. I hated to see you unconscious. Oh, how I wish I could hug you right now. “(Y/N), please. Open your eyes.” His voice was filled with pain.

I tried to wake up, to reach out for him, but I couldn’t. The darkness was swallowing me. I couldn’t fight it. I couldn’t react, I couldn’t scream. I wanted to tell him that I was okay, but I couldn’t open my mouth to tell him that. All I could do was lay there and wait, wait for this to be over. I would either get better or worse, and I had accepted both scenarios as plausible.

“Felix, maybe you should leave, this is not good for you.” Demetri has always been protective towards Felix, although Felix was stronger, faster, sturdier than Demetri. Demetri was the most logical out of the four Elite Guards, way less sadistic than any of the Volturi, if not sadistic at all. He was the voice of reason, and the one who would always check upon every single one of us for our mental health - being a vampire for so long could easily mess up our mind and perception, and Demetri always made sure we were okay and knew there was always someone for us to talk to.

“I cannot leave her, you know. She..she sacrificed herself for me. That’s the ultimate sacrifice a mate can do for their mate. The least I can do is stay by her side. She needs me as much as I need her right now.” I do need you, Felix, but most importantly, I need you to be happy. I don’t want you to suffer because of me.

“Please, Fe, let’s go for now. The Twins and Carlisle are on their way. Carlisle will know what to do. Right now, you cannot help (Y/N) or even yourself. Come on.”

“Fine. Goodbye, amore, I’ll come and see you soon.” I felt his cold lips against mine for a brief moment, and I felt like my heart skipping a beat from the sudden wave of happiness that spread across my body.

Felix noticed it. “Her heart.” He whispered.

“I know, Fe. Don’t have high hopes though. She has been unconscious for quite some time now. No one knows if she’ll be okay.” Demetri sounded reserved. Wait, how long have I been like this? “Quite some time now”? What?

“I know, Dem. I guess we should go.”

I felt a breeze and heard the door click. I was left alone with my thoughts and my weakened body, though I now had a feeling of happiness to support me through my last moments. I could finally let go of everything and finally find peace. I wish I could tell Felix how much I loved him. I wish I could tell him that he will be okay, everything will be okay. He will live a long and happy life because he owes it to himself. And with these thoughts, I finally felt my body falling into the darkness.

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Hikaru Utada's Evangelion: 3.0+1.0 Film Theme Song Wins The 3rd Reiwa Anisong Grand Prix

    The "3rd Reiwa Anisong Taisho" event to honor the anime songs in the third year of Reiwa era was held at LOFT PLUS ONE in Shinjuku, Tokyo, on December 17. This event is the successor to the Heisei Anisong Taisho launched by Sony Music Entertainment, and the winning songs are selected by a six-member selection committee.

  The Selection Committee members:

  Akihiro Tomita (music producer / anisong critic)

Naoki Yoshida (Nippon Housou announcer)

Saito-P (Animelo Summer Live executive producer)

Hisashi Maeda (anime critic)

Masayasu Matsubara (Animate audio visual product buyer)

DJ Kazu (anisong DJ)

      Anisong Grand Prix of the third year of Reiwa era:

  "One Last Kiss" (Hikatu Utada / Evangelion: 3.0+1.0 Thrice Upon a Time theme song)

      Song Award:

   "Ai no Supreme!" (fhána / Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid S OP theme)

      Lyrics Award:

   "Nai Nai" (ReoNa / SHADOW HOUSE ED)

      Composition Award:

   "Cry Baby" (Official HIGE DANdism / Tokyo Revengers OP theme)

      Arrangement Award & User Voting Award:

 (User Voting Award is determined purely by the number of user votes)

   "Watashitachi wa Mou Butai no Ue" (Starlight 99-gumi / Revue Starlight film's theme song)

      Voice Actor Song Award:

   "Pinky Hook" (Momo Asakura / Girlfriend, Girlfriend ED theme)

      Character Song Award:

   "Ganbare! Kumoko-san no Theme" (Aoi Yuki / So I'm a Spider, So What? ED theme)

      Artist Song Award:

   "Kaibutsu" (YOASOBI / BEASTERS 2nd season OP)

      Planning Award:

   "ODDTAXI" (Skirt and PUNPEE / ODDTAXI OP theme)

      Rookie of The Year Award:

   "Elder flower" (Aguri Onishi / Seirei Gensouki: Spirit Chronicles ED)

    Special Award:

   DIALOGUE+

  4th single "Omoide Shiritori" (Higehiro: After Being Rejected, I Shaved and Took in a High School Runaway OP theme)

    Ura (Backside) Anisong Grand Prix of the third year of Reiwa era:

   "Umapyoi Densetsu (TV Size) Season 2 Ver." (Umamusume Pretty Derby Season 2)

(Special Week / Azumi Waki, Silence Suzuka / Marika Takano, Tokai Teio / Machico, Vodka / Ayaka Ohashi, Daiwa Scarlet / Chisaki Kimura, Goldship / Hitomi Ueda, Mejiro McQueen / Saori Onishi, Simbo Rilldorf / Azusa Tadokoro, Nice Nature / Kaori Maeda, Twin Turbo / Miharu Hanai, Ikuno Dictus / Masumi Tazawa, Machikane Tanhoiza / Hikaru Tono, Mejiro Palmer / Yuri Noguchi, Daitaku Helios / Kiki Yamane, Mihono Bourbon / Ikumi Hasegawa, Rice Shower / Manaka Ishimi, Biwa Hayahide / Yui Kondo, Narita Taishin / Keiko Watanabe, Winning Ticket / Yui Watanabe, Kitasan Black / Hinaki Yano, Satono Diamond / Hina Tachibana, Marzen Ski / Lynn, Mayano Top Gun / Mio Hoshitani, Hishiakebono / Rei Matsuzaki, Air Groove / Ruriko Aoki, Machikane Fukkital / Hiyori Nitta, Meishoudou /Misaki Wadada, Seiun Sky / Akari Kito, Glass Wonder / Rena Maeda, El Condor Passer / Minami Takahashi, Sakura Baxin O / Sachika Misawa, Mejiro Ryan / Afumi Hashi, Mejiro Dobel / Hikari Kubota, Naritabu Ryan / Rika Kinugawa)

      Source: Sony Music Labels press release

  By: Mikikazu Komatsu

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Fatal Frame: Maiden of the Black Water - Overview Trailer

Japanese version

It’ll launch digitally for PlayStation 5, Xbox Series X|S, PlayStation 4, Xbox One, Nintendo Switch, and PC via Steam on October 28, 2021 in the west. It will support Japanese, English, Chinese (Traditional, Simplified), French, and German language options.

Fatal Frame 20th anniversary DLC includes a digital art book and and six costumes inspired from previous characters in the series (Mio Amakura and Rei Kurosawa outfits for Yuri, Mayu Amakura and two Miku Hinasaki outfits for Miu, and Kei Amakura outfit for Ren)

A Digital Deluxe Edition will also be available, which includes a copy of the game and Fatal Frame 20th Anniversary Celebration DLC

Users who pre-order the game or purchase it within the first two weeks of launch will receive a special Ryza costume inspired by the one featured in Atelier Ryza: Ever Darkness & the Secret Hideout.

Key visual

Some of the new costumes for Yuri and Miu

Screenshots

Overview

FATAL FRAME: Maiden of Black Water is an enhanced version of the 2014 Wii U release of the same name, allowing players on all platforms to enjoy this unique horror experience. Players will step into the shoes of Yuri Kozukata, Ren Hojo, and Miu Hinasaki as they venture up the eerie Mt. Hikami in hopes of finding those who have previously disappeared. In order to overcome the malevolent spirits housed in the mountain’s waters, they will have to master the Camera Obscura – a unique camera that can deal damage to ghosts upon taking a photo. Each successful shot will cause a spirit to emit Spirit Fragments and if players are able to capture an image of the ghost and these mysterious fragments in the same frame, they will unleash a high-damage Fatal Frame attack. Upgrading the camera’s parts, such as equipping a stronger lens or changing out the film, allows more powerful images to be taken, giving players more protection as they venture further up the mountain. When a ghost has been defeated, the camera is able to perform the Glancing ability to uncover the ghost’s past – helping to uncover the truth behind the disappearances on the mountain. 

 New to this enhanced version is a brand-new Photo Mode where players can use any character or ghost from their adventure, position them on a background of their choice, while adding a variety of effects (lens type, frame choice, focus, etc.) to make the perfect scary photo. New costumes and accessories have also been added including Yuri’s ‘Punk Ensemble’, ‘Cutesy Goth Ensemble (Black)’, ‘Swimsuit (Blue)’, and the ‘Triathlon Suit’ as well as Miu’s ‘Miku Hinasaki Outfit (The Tormented)’, ‘Cutesy Goth Ensemble (White)’, ‘Swimsuit (Yellow)’, and ‘Swimsuit (Pink)’, along with Ren’s ‘Groom’s Outfit’.

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Killing Me Softly Chapter 3 (Poly! Abbabruno w/ Cop! Reader)

(Here’s more fuckers)

“And that should be all for today gang. You can all go home, I’ll see you tomorrow” Bruno said with a smile dismissing his crew for the day and watching them slowly filter out. Once everyone was gone he let his smile fall and his head loll to the side to rest on Abbacchio’s shoulder.

“Ready to go home mio caro?” Leone said running his hand down Bruno’s arm to gently grasp his hand. They had been through a stressful day, starting with an almost successful escape attempt by their girlfriend. Fortunately, they’d managed to stop her before she got anywhere and unzipped her legs from the knee down for good measure. However, her protests at being turned into an invalid quickly grew into a shouting match between her and Bruno that could have turned physical if the males hadn’t left for work in the end.

They’d both been to busy with paperwork and other matters to spare her a second thought all day, but now as the sun was setting (Y/n) was the only thing on their minds. Bruno was about to answer Leone’s question when his phone rang and he pulled it out to answer it. He listened to the voice on the other with a frown before finally hanging up.

“I’ve been summoned for a private audience with Polpo,” Bruno said glumly. “I wouldn’t be getting home until late. You go on without me and see how (Y/n)’s doing. I suspect she’ll be in a more agreeable mood after spending all day unable to walk” he added with a half-grin. Abbacchio frowned at the news but then nodded with a shrug.

“I’ll see you late tonight then?” Abbacchio said pressing a kiss to Bruno’s temple and starting to his feet. The black-haired man nodded and grunted affirmatively. They walked out of the building together before going their separate ways. Bruno to his meeting with Polpo, Abbacchio to go home and give (Y/n)’s some good cop treatment.

As he unlocked the front door of their apartment he half-expected the girl to try and attack him despite her missing limbs. Or that he’d see the results of her trashing the place in anger. It was all too quiet, and the quiet made him apprehensive.

“Moody Blues!” He said calling out his stand and having it dial back to replay what exactly (Y/n) had been up to since he and Bruno had left for the day. The replay began a few minutes after (Y/n)’s legs had been removed and just comprised a lot of cursing. He sped through this part until the curses stopped being words and had instead turned into mournful sobs. Abbacchio sped this part as well, hating the pang of guilt he felt from watching his girlfriend cry, even if it was really just his stand.

Eventually, (Y/n) had stopped crying and dragged herself to the bedroom which was where she was at the present time. Dismissing his stand, Leone walked over to the bed and gently shook the girl. No response, beyond the uncontrolled like her skin twitching and her breathing hitching.

“Hey mia cara, I’m home,” he said softly pressing a kiss to (Y/n)’s cheek. The girl tried to ignore him but couldn’t stop her cheek from turning pink from being kissed. “What you did this morning was uncalled for. You were a bit of a bitch, you know that? But it’s okay, all is forgiven and Bruno will restore your legs when he gets home later” Leone said kissing the other cheek as he caressed (Y/n)’s sides through the blankets. “Until then you and I are just gonna chill and veg out on the couch together” he finished before tugging down the covers and grabbing hold of (Y/n)’s hands.

“Now hold on tight I don’t want to drop you” Abbacchio ordered guiding (Y/n)’s arms and around his neck. He then slid a hand under her ass supporting her in the crook of his arm and wrapped the other arm around her back as he lifted her up off the bed. He carried her out of the bedroom and to the couch where he gently deposited her on the cushions. The albino made a pit-stop in the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine out of the cabinet before plopping down on the sofa next to (Y/n).

“You’ll give yourself a bad hangover if you drink all that” (Y/n) commented with a small smile. Even though she didn’t have her legs she’d still managed to shuffle a bit so the arm of the couch was supporting her.

“You’re gonna help me drink this” Abbacchio replied with a smirk wrapping an arm around (Y/n)’s waist and pulling her close so she had to rely on him for support. (Y/n) made a small cry of protest at manhandling but couldn’t do much else. There was even less she could do as Leone retrieved the tv remote from the coffee table in front of them and the tv screen crackled to life.

“Whatcha feeling drama or comedy?” Abbacchio said as he flipped through the channels. (Y/n)’s eyebrows drew together as she thought before giving an answer.

“Comedy, my life is a drama,” she said quietly. Abbacchio’s grip around her waist tightened as he picked up on the implication behind her words but he did not comment on it. (Y/n) let out a breath she had been unaware of holding as Abbacchio’s hold loosened back to causally snug instead of a death squeeze.

“How does Zootopia sound?” The albino said his eyes darting over to the young woman. When his query was met with an affirmative hum and nod of the head he switched on the movie. He took a swig from the wine bottle before offering the bottle to (Y/n) who turned her nose and tried to pull away best she could. The corners of Abbacchio’s mouth drew down into a frown as he pressed the lip of the bottle lightly against the girl’s pursed lips.

When she didn’t open up he applied more pressure so that a red mark was left behind on (Y/n)’s upper lip and she began to tear up. He let up on the pressure and the young woman allowed her mouth to fall open to let some of the wine trickle in. Her face had been tensed up but suddenly eased as the liquid hit her tongue.

“I was expecting it to be more bitter like church wine” she confessed to Abbacchio’s bemused expression at her sudden change in tune. The albino’s frown disappeared and he let out a chuckle as he took another gulp from the bottle.

They continued like that as they watched the movie. Between cutting commentary about the film and going through a second bottle of wine (Y/n) grew more and more docile and playful like a cat who’d just devoured a bag of catnip. Enough so that by the time the credits were rolling Abbacchio was contending with a giggly mess of a girl wriggling in his lap like a fish.

“Quit fidgeting or you might fall” Abbacchio chided even though his grip around (Y/n)’s waist made sure that wouldn’t happen.

“I can’t help it, I’m all itchy” (Y/n) whined continuing to fidget and grinning up at the albino with her cheeks flushed a vibrant pink. Abbacchio turned her around in his lap so she was facing him and could lean forward against him for support.

“Itchy? Have you not been taking showers like you’re supposed to?” he said pressing his nose against (Y/n)’s neck and breathing deeply. She didn’t smell dirty, if anything he could only detect a faint scent of vanilla clinging to her skin.

“Not that kinda itch, I gotta itch between my legs” (Y/n) mumbled so quietly that if Leone hadn’t been already leaning in close he wouldn’t have heard her words at all. It didn’t take long for her words to sink in and for a smirk to spread across Abbacchio’s face as he carried her to the bedroom to take care of her itch.

(Y/n) tried to undo her top as she was set on the bed but her fingers felt like sausages and couldn’t even get one button out of its hole. She looked up at Leone with an imploring look letting her arms fall to the side and tilting her head to the side.

Abbacchio let out a good-natured chuckle as he pressed a kiss against (Y/n)’s temple and his fingers deftly undid the buttons on her shirt until the fabric slid off her shoulders to rest around her wrists. He then unclipped her bra, allowing it to slip down to (Y/n)’s wrists as well.

(Y/n) shook her upper garments off her wrists and onto the bedsheets. Normally having her chest bare to her boyfriend’s appreciative gaze would have made her want to cover herself at least a little. However that wasn’t the case right now, right now she was much more concerned with seeing the albino’s body than with her own modesty.

While her fingers had been to uncoordinated to undo the buttons on her shirt, (Y/n) was more than capable of pulling the laces of Abbacchio’s shirt loose so it fell off his shoulders. The albino did a small shimmy to free his arms entirely of the sleeves of his shirt.

(Y/n)’s eyes roamed hungrily all over Leone’s skin before she launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she pressed her lips to his in a needy kiss. Abbacchio wrapped an arm around (Y/n)’s waist to keep her steady while letting the other dip into her shorts to palm her ass. The young woman moaned into his mouth at the gropes, crushing her tits against the albino’s chest and grinding against his leg.

This proved a difficult endeavor as without her lower legs to support her (Y/n) couldn’t hold herself up properly. She had to tighten her arms around Abbacchio’s neck to lift herself enough to hump his thigh like a dog until he finally took pity on her.

Lying back so his back was pressed against the headboard, Leone helped (Y/n) out of her shorts and panties in one motion. He watched her weakly try to get off rubbing desperately against his still clothed bulge before lifting her hips up with one hand while using the other to pull his pants and boxers out of the way.

(Y/n) tried to hump against the hand holding her aloft and whines quietly as slick dripped down from her cunt onto the albino’s stomach. It was a weird sensation, trying to kneel on knees that weren’t attached. (Y/n) didn’t have much time to ponder it before the tip of Abbacchio’s cock was poking insistently against her entrance.

With her arms braced on either side of the albino’s shoulders, the young woman began lowering herself onto the male’s cock. She took it slow, savoring the feeling of being filled at her own pace. Abbacchio’s hands rested on her upper thighs but did not push down, his nails lightly digging into her skin as he forced himself to remain still as (Y/n) sank down his shaft like a perfectly sized glove.

When (Y/n) finally reached the base of Leone’s cock she did not move again for several long moments as she caught her breath. Once she did start moving it was in a frantic bouncing pattern as she desperately tried to get her sweet spot hit. After a little while, the albino began moving his hips up in time to her hips pressing down and (Y/n) began to see stars.

It didn’t take very long after that point for her to cum with a high-pitched whine. She continued to bounce on Abbacchio’s cock, riding out the remaining tension she felt as the albino came as well with a growl. When she’d finally come down entirely from her high, (Y/n) flopped against Leone’s chest panting softly as she felt fingers card through her hair. A second hand also made its presence known on her lower back by tracing little nonsense patterns on her skin.

Feeling thoroughly worn out but satisfied, (Y/n) drifted off to sleep with Leone’s cock still inside her. When she next awoke, he’d pulled out of her and tucked both himself and her under the covers of the bed. (Y/n) felt miserable, her lower legs were still gone and now she had both a headache and a stomachache with the bonus of feeling sore from being fucked.

Weakly she rolled out of bed and onto the floor to crawl to the bathroom. She’d intended to merely try to look herself over and maybe use the toilet but her stomachache suddenly intensified. The next thing (Y/n) knew she was leaning over the towel bowl and vomiting violently. Her hair was dangerously close to getting coated in vomit before a hand darted forward to tuck it behind her ear.

When (Y/n) was finished puking up her guts she remained slumped over the bowl until she was pulled back into a pair of arms. One arm remained wrapped around her waist as the other trailed down her side to her thigh before going down to where her leg currently ended. A moment later (Y/n) could feel her toes again as Bruno reattached her lower legs but continued to hold her despite finishing the task.

(Y/n) let him hold her until she felt the need to puke again. At which point she jerked away from him to lean over the toilet bowl again. This time Bruno held her hair back and murmured encouraging words as she completely emptied her stomach.

“Well, it looks like you’ll be needing this sooner than expected,” Bruno said with a half-chuckle as he removed a small plastic package from his pocket and gave it to (Y/n). Squinting at the writing on the package, the young woman’s blood ran cold at the words on it: pregnancy test. She’d been off the pill for a month and every day she’d desperately prayed that her period would come.

However, it was starting to look like it wouldn’t be coming for nine months depending on the results of the test. Shooing Bruno out of the bathroom (Y/n) ripped open the packaging and pulled out the test. She followed the instructions before setting the test on the counter and waiting for the required five minutes to pass. When the time had passed she lifted the test with shaking fingers and let out a groan.

[overdrivels]

Legacy Code

It’s not uncommon for Sombra to get orders to break into an organization’s system or two. Some are easier than others, but that's a part of the fun. 

Throughout the past fifty or so years since it was popularized, cybersecurity practices now are arguably better than when it first became recognized as an industry. Most security controls are automated and controlled by AIs, limiting the number of human errors that could take place. (Layer 8* problems, if one were to be technical about it.)

That doesn’t mean, however, that it is without flaws. Security always will be as strong as its weakest link. You just have to know where to look. And Sombra has no issues peeking under the hood of these systems and exploiting their false sense of security. 

She wonders how long it'll take the administrative offices of Madrid to realize she's in, tapping away at their ledger server.

There's always the risk of getting caught by a security analyst or someone of the like. That, too, is a part of the fun. It then becomes a race to the bottom. How much information can she exfiltrate while evading active defenses against her exploits. 

She runs a hand through her hair as she single-handedly (literally) breaches the system, a triumphant grin on her face. Long passwords, biometric authentication, and multi-factor authentication is useless when the account owner adheres to neither controls. Not hard. 

But as the system's dialogue boxes appear on her screen, she has to pause. The text is blocky. White on black. It's not the colorful interfaces she's used to seeing. It looks more akin to a text RPG or command line prompt. A proprietary DOS system, then? 

Test command after test command goes into the system until it finally spits out the path of the code library she’s looking for. Navigating her way through (and downloading anything of interest she sees), she cracks open the library that holds the proverbial keys to the kingdom. 

Sombra cackles, the clacking of her nails on hardlight keys audible above her sarcastic laughter.  “What the hell is it written in? Fortran?”

She pauses to think before typing in a few test commands. On another screen, she throws up four windows, each with a search engine. Research soon covers that screen as she skins over the information. A potential exploit fills the screen of the hacked system with text. 

Disbelief grows with each line she reads.  

“No way.”

There’s a moment of breathtaking silence. Rereading the code’s syntax, she whispers, “¡Ay, dio’ mio! It is."

The chair springs upright again as she launches herself forward.

“Which Fortran is this? 90? Do I even have a compatible complier—?”

Sombra’s fingers jackhammer across her keyboard as she mutters incoherently to herself. Finding legacy code in her line of work is not uncommon. She’s seen Pascal and C before, a lot of SQL and Java.

But Fortran?

It’s beyond legacy. Old technology that has no right existing in this age so far removed from the days of computers that took up half a room and were given instructions manually by way of punch cards. It should be considered a dead language in the same way Latin is dead. To think this language is still in use over a hundred years after its initial creation, it’s insane.

"Whoever's maintaining this is probably ancient,” she mutters. 

This job takes longer than usual on the account of the language’s age. Sombra never thought she’d have to write anything in Fortran so close to the 22nd century. 

The system is thoroughly broken down into its most basic pieces, the source code--the backbone of the system--decompiled and stolen along with all the financial information about the administrative offices. Soon, Talon can threaten them with misconduct and bribe them with just the right amount. 

In the meantime, the code will continue to run with a few choice modifications. Modifications that would give her access at any time and send a record of all activity to a different host. If she feels so inclined, she might even create false trails to set up a scapegoat in case of discovery.

It's another job well done.

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*In the OSI model, there are Layers 1 to 7 which show how data is presented and communicated, basically. A Layer 8 problem (which doesn’t exist on the model) means it’s a user issue. The person is the problem. Also known as PEBCAK (Problem Exists Between Chair And Keyboard) or some variation of it.

I don’t honestly know how cybersecurity would be handled in 50 years. Currently, I’d say hackers have a distinct advantage over defenders because of accessibility. Hackers’ tools are, for the most part, free and available to the general public. To be a defender, you have to have a network to defend and the tools available as well as approval from management. If management says, “No, you are not buying a new firewall because the 10-year old one we have is good enough,” you’re shit out of luck. Whereas hackers usually have new tools coming out every other day to bypass your 10-year old firewall 800 ways to Sunday.

Not to say being a defender is hopeless or bad. There’s nothing more satisfying than catching someone in the act, laughing maniacally as you watch them run (figuratively) as you shut them out, and then you just watch them continuously bang against your defenses, wondering what the fuck just happened. But there’s also satisfaction in breaking into a network and not getting caught and telling the client, “Hey. I just stole about 10TB of data from your servers by exploiting your IT admin’s weak password which is ‘password123’. Might wanna change that.”

In 50 years, I expect things to be more automated but still retaining the same general weaknesses of being built on legacy systems that cannot be upgraded and that companies don’t want to pay for or move away from because it’s too risky.

I was inspired to write this after reading several news articles about how New Jersey’s unemployment system still runs on Fortran and they’re looking for developers. Fortran was developed back in the 1950′s. This language is 60 years old at this point.

[jinsai-ish]

This will be followed by a post linking to all the chapters but here's the first of it:

The Longest Road

Rating: R-18

Warning: Future AU, Original character(s), twincest

Summary: In the future, North Korea launches a war that will re-shape the world. The United States and Canada, wrecked by nuclear attacks and plague, fall into chaos. Now, almost two decades later, people have started to turn to some of the few governmental institutions to have survived – those of the native peoples of those lands. Led by the boy from a 400-year old prophecy, they will need to carve out a new future for themselves. And Matthew and Alfred, the nations of Canada and the United States of America, will need to do the same.

(Written for the APH minibang and as a kinkmeme fill. Many thanks to salmagundi_fic who encoraged and advised me along the way; it would have never been completed were it not for your help and advice. Thank you.)

“Going home must be like going to render an account.” -- Joseph Conrad

Shatter

The breaking of the world sounds like an eggshell cracking.

He feels the moon cool against his scales, slithering easily between the rocks and roots, and reflects the light back silver-bright. His tongue flickers out, tasting rain in the air, and he returns to the nest. Amidst the broken shells, he twines about his brother. He settles and sleeps, and dreams of a sun as warm and welcoming as his twin`s golden scales.

It is a nice dream. They slither through tall grasses quickly, and food is easy to find, as are broad, warm rocks on which they can curl up and sun-soak. The summer sun is high, a yellow ball of fire above their resting place. It beats down upon them hotter and hotter, until even their blood seems to absorb the heat, and he hisses happily. But it doesn`t stop. The sun swells and pales and then all of a sudden there is nothing but the white hot flash and they are burning, burning and writhing on the rock that`s become an oven, silver and gold sizzling as they are scorched to ash.

*

Canada wakes up screaming.

He screams and screams, and doesn`t know why, because the dream – nightmare – is already receding like morning dew. And yet, he can`t stop, even though his throat feels like it`s ready to bleed, and then he realizes –

He can`t see.

Contrary to what he would have believed possible had he been able to think about it rationally, his screams become even louder, even more panicked. He doesn`t stop even when he hears shouting, and the double time pace of running feet.

“Canada, Canada, stop, please? Por favor Mateo. Dios mio, para!!”

He recognizes Mexico`s voice at last, and his screams trickle to a halt, but only because he literally cannot produce any more sound. Silent sobs replace them then, and he hears his older brother murmuring a prayer to Mary as he shoves Matthew back down onto the bed. Matthew tries to lift his hands to his face, but Juan is quicker and pushes them back down, whispering soothingly in Spanish too garbled and rapid for him to follow.

‘Why are you here?’ he wants to ask and ‘where is America?’, and ‘where is Kumajirou?’

And perhaps his first question should be ‘why am I crying?’ but he can`t get any of the words out. He feels the coolness of something being laid over his forehead – his eyes are bandaged, he realizes belatedly. That`s why he can`t see. Something cool and moist dabs at his lips as well and he stops sobbing long enough to realize how thirsty he is, and manages to open his mouth and allow trickles of water to make their way in.

He swallows what he can, and then, after Juan takes the water away, tries to steady his breathing and gather his thoughts. But even as they begin to gain coherency, Matthew feels sleep`s long, dark tentacles reaching back for him. He struggles against them at first, but Juan`s hands return, callused fingertips stroking over his cheekbone with an uncommon tenderness.

“It’s all right,” he hears his brother whisper reassuringly, sounding very far away. “Sleep now. Please, just sleep.”

And then Juan begins humming something, soft and hauntingly slow, and Matthew gives in, and lets himself drift back away.

Notes:

Por favor Mateo. Dios mio, para! - “Please Matthew. My God, stop!”

Juan is, of course, Mexico.

[headoverjojo]

Hey! I love your posts!! It's my birthday, so could I get something about Bruno, Illuso, Melone, and Risotto on their s/o's birthday? SFW or NSFW or both! Whatever works!!! ❤💜

Hello there, darling!! Even if I’m late *deep breath* HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYY!! ❤️❤️❤️

Bruno Bucciarati, Illuso, Melone and Risotto Nero on their s/o’s birthday

SFW

Bruno Bucciarati

For his s/o’s birthday, Bruno will take a free day: the city will surely survive if, for one day, he doesn’t patrol it. His goal is to spend really quality time with his s/o, since he works almost all day six days out seven. At least on their birthday he wants to just stay with them.

He even unplugs his phone, in order to not be bothered. The day is dedicated to spoil his s/o in all and for all, from the moment they open their eyes to the instant they close them.

In the morning, he stays in bed to cuddle them for long time. Usually he gets up early, after a tender kiss on their lips, but now he can wake them up properly with kisses, cuddles and soft words. After they both are satisfied and full of cuddles, they get up and Bruno, for lunch, takes them to a relaxing and familiar place, where they can enjoy the meal with ease, chit-chatting and softly holding and caressing their hands, lost in each other’s eyes.

In the afternoon, Bruno will do everything they want to, from just a simple walk to visit a museum or to go to the sea. it’s their day, he’s up to please them as best as he can.

In the evening, then, he leads them to a little restaurant by the sea, the one where they went to on their first date. Here, after another delicious meal, he gives them his gift, hidden in one of his zippers: something that they desired for long time and that he had all the intentions to give them.

Illuso

For the day he does his best to be free from every kind of mission. Even if he’s really discrete in showing his love -he’s not a cuddler like Melone nor a gremlin like Ghiaccio- he’d get out of his way to be more affectionate than usual.

They wake up with the delicious aroma of coffee in their nostrils and, knowing that he’s indeed at home, they smile, getting up and reaching him. Illuso welcomes them with a warm hug and a kiss, murmuring a “happy birthday” on their lips.

Illuso is up to do everything they’d like to, even if he’d prefer something discrete; he doesn’t like crowd and exposed places -even more if there aren’t reflective surfaces around-; his s/o knows it, so they propose something that both could enjoy.

They end up doing a pic-nic in one of Naples’ many parks, where there are less people, enjoying the warm sun and the nature quietness. He’d let them nap on his lap, softly brushing their hair and forehead, allowing himself to let down the guard for a second, watching them with soft eyes full of affection.

Once back home, they prepare dinner together, chit-chatting and joking, in a relaxed atmosphere. Finally, when they’re both chilling on the balcony, he gives them a little hand mirror and from it Man in the Mirror pops up, offering them the gift that Illuso had bought for them, making them chuckle at this original way to give them it.

Melone

Everybody knows that it’s his s/o’s birthday at least since a couple of weeks. Melone is so excited to celebrate it! He knows that, due to his work, he has to stay away even for many days, leaving them alone, and he wants to make up for this at least a little, spoiling them for all the day.

In the morning, he wakes them up with breakfast in bed. He smiles devotedly at their adorable sleepy smile and murmured a soft “Buongiorno, tesoro”. He can’t restrain himself from hugging them with enthusiasm, making them laugh, and cuddling them while they eat, feeding each other with biscuits and fruit and exchanging smooches and lovely whispers.

When they’re done, Melone dedicates the rest of the day to spoil them: he goes out with them and if -and when- they see something they really like, from a rare book to a dress to a tech, he buys it for them, smiling at their smooch on his cheek.

When they’re tired and back home, Melone dedicates the remaining time to relax them, gently and expertly massaging them. The delicate scent of massage oil, the light breeze that enters from the opened window and the warmth of his strong hands that gently work on every sore spot make them relax to the point that they almost fall asleep. When he’s done, they’re way more relaxed and full of energy!

Risotto Nero

As leader of an élite squad and one of top assassins of all Italy, Risotto is often out due to work. Depending by the target, it could require just few hours or more days. Then, he has papers and bureaucratic shit that oblige him to stay hours at his desk, even to late night; he’s grateful for his understanding s/o, but he feels a sting of guilt every time he thinks about his s/o alone at home.

So, when they ask him, as birthday gift, just to stay with them for the day, he immediately organizes everything with Prosciutto, in order to leave the team, for a day, on his hands with the certainty that, the day after, he’ll find them all alive.

He’s the first to wake up. His s/o is tightly wrapped around him, ,their breath soft and warm on his collarbone. He closes his eyes again, allowing himself too to relax a bit and relish in his s/o’s warmth like he rarely can do. When they wake up the first thing they feel are Risotto’s soft caresses on their hair and back and, smiling, they hug him tighter, happy beyond imagination to have him with them. As long as they want to stay in bed, he stays with them, showing a softer and more tender side, gently kissing them and allowing them to pet his hair and caress his face, while softly talking. He loves as much as them these moments of peace, a break from his dark world.

The day is mostly spent in each other’s arms. They cook lunch and dinner together, in a peaceful silence, and they spend the left time listening to music, reading, enjoying every single moment together. Knowing that they will not have much time like this, they try to savour it as much as they can.

When darkness finally falls, they go out to take a walk. Darkness is his element and he feels safer when it envelopes him and his s/o. They can, so, take a peaceful walk without being bothered by anyone, enjoying the quietness and the unique beauty of the city during nighttime. Once back home, Risotto gives them his gift: something meaningful and well-pondered, discrete like him, that would always remind them of him.

(Under the cut for the NSFW part!)

NSFW

Bruno Bucciarati

The night is dedicated to his s/o’s pleasure. Bruno takes his time, slowly undressing them and tracing a path of kisses on every inch of exposed skin, sending shivers down their spine and murmuring praises over praises, making their heart flutter with love and lust.

The foreplay would be longer than usual. He has a skillful tongue and he would put it at good use, teasing, making them a hot trembling mess. Just now he gives in, finally allowing them to reach the climax, the first of many.

He makes love with them slowly and languidly, allowing both of them to savour each thrust. He wants to make it even more special, since it’s their birthday, and be sure that they are not going to forget this night soon.

Aftercare would be affectionate beyond imagination. After having cleaned up, the couple lays under the blankets, nestled on each other’s arms, cuddling and exchanging lovely kisses for good part of the night, not willing to call it a day and go back to normality.

Illuso

Illuso is more than ready to make this night unforgettable. They actually start to make out right after dinner; Illuso catches them, when they jump in his arms, lowly chuckling at their impatience, and he sits them on the table, spreading their legs to better press his body on theirs.

He slowly makes his way down their torso, kissing and biting, while caressing and squeezing their thighs, calling them with pet-names like tesoro, amore, beautiful, my light, cuore mio, making them shiver and their heart beat faster both due to lust and sheer love. He puts his mouth at their service, not stopping until they’re literally screaming his name and bucketing their hips on his grinning face.

Just then he quickly undresses, picking their trembling and whimpering body up and carrying them to their bedroom as fast as he can, to make love on a comfortable surface. He doesn’t want them to wake up with an aching back!

Melone

Melone’s overwhelming care and affection will be present also in bedroom. Or, better, bathroom: after dinner he prepares for them a good hot bath full of wonderfully scented bubbles, the type of bath that makes his s/o squeal of happiness. And so does his s/o, undressing in record time and sliding in the tub, with a blissful sigh, making him chuckle.

He immediately follows them, sliding behind them and bringing them close to his chest, relishing in their bare skin under his hands and their touches. Touches leads to kisses and kisses to more touches and in a blur of bubbles his s/o finds themselves with their back on his chest, his hands between their legs and his mouth on their neck, sucking and biting their tender flesh, smirking at their more and more intense moans.

After a while, however, his s/o gets control, turning around and climbing on his lap, smashing their lips on his, roughly riding him, helped by his enthusiastic hands. They reach soon their climax, arching against each other, their lips still sealed to muffle each other’s moans. His hands don’t leave their hips or ass, which he has almost bruised.

They stay a bit more in the tub, catching their breath and relaxing in the bubbles after the bliss, finally satisfied. If they’re not tired, once out of the tub, Melone would hug them from behind, carrying them to another spicy session, this time on bed.

Risotto Nero

It all starts after he gives them their present. They almost launch themselves to kiss him, sliding their hands under his hat to sink their fingers in his soft locks, while he smirks a little on their lips, pulling them fully on his lap and letting his hands roam on their back and and navel, hungry for more.

He carries them to their bedroom, losing at every step a garment, leaving more space for their hungry hands to explore. Once finally in bed, he immediately lets his lips go down on their throat, where he starts to mark them, as he wished to do since long, lavishing every inch of their body with his attentive and affectionate lips. In the end, they’re a whimpering, trembling mess who’s searching for relief.

And so, they “forcefully” roll him on his back, while he huffs, amused, and climb on his lap, sighing when they finally find their relief. Risotto usually is the dominant one, but, since it’s a special day, he lets them take the lead, admiring with half-lidded eyes their movements on top of him, guiding them with his hands on their hips.

When they finally reach their climax, he hugs them tightly to his chest, catching his breath with them and relishing in their sweet warmth, softly brushing their marked skin with his fingers. If they aren’t too tired, Risotto is absolutely up for more rounds, desiring with all his might to make that night unforgettable and to make them feel loved and satiated.

[factmrblog]

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Due to the growth in the population, the demand for food has increased significantly, which has caused the demand for agricultural output to rise significantly. Thus, farmers are adopting efficient farming practices, which include the deployment of tiller machines. Tiller machines are highly efficient in shredding and tilling the fields, thus improving the productiveness of the soil. Furthermore, the advanced technology coupled with the automation of these machines have increased its demand.

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Key Companies Profiled

Bucher Industries AG

AGCO Corporation

Kubota Corporation

Claas KGaA mbH

Sharp Garuda Farm Equipments Pvt. Ltd

CNH Industrial NV

Mahindra & Mahindra Ltd

Deere & Company

Eurometal MIO

Competitive Landscape

Key players in the tiller machines market use methods such as product releases, mergers and acquisitions, collaborations, and alliances to maintain their position in the worldwide market. Moreover, these players are concentrating on making items more lightweight, compact, and user-friendly.

Kirloskar Oil Engines Limited (KOEL) introduced a new tiller machine with K-Cool technology engines in June 2022. The self-start engines of the 12 HP and 15 HP tiller machines enable uninterrupted operation.

VST Tillers Tractors Limited (VST) launched its first cutting-edge Experience Centre in Pune, India, in June 2022. The experience center will feature tiller machines, tractors, rotary tillers, power weeders, brush cutters, rice transplanters, power reapers, hedge trimmers, and accessories, allowing consumers to get hands-on experience with VST’s advanced farm equipment.

Key Segments of Tiller Machines Industry Research

By Product Type :

Front Tine

Rear Tine

Mini-Cultivators

By Tilling Width :

9 Inches

14 Inches

15 Inches

16 to 36 Inches

By Power Capacity :

Under 25 HP

25 to 40 HP

40 to 60 HP

60 to 80 HP

By Mechanism Type :

Hydraulic

Electric

By Region :

North America

Latin America

Europe

APAC

MEA

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