#mechanical lantern slides

[dreaisgrayte]

Thank you for 500 followers!!

Oh my goodness... guys... looking back on when I first started out writing on tumblr because my best friend suggested posting some of my stuff on there I never expected to be here. 500 is a lot of new friends and if you've liked what I've been doing, buckle in because I have a lot more planned! I cannot express how grateful I am for all of you, each like, comment, reblog, message -- literally anything -- makes me so happy. Seeing someone enjoy something I created (no matter how I feel about the work) brings a euphoric warmth to my chest. It's so weird to explain, so instead of getting too emotional about all the support I've received, let me do what I do best and thank you with something a little special. I've been a tad busy with the new semester of university starting up, but during the break, I came up with the idea to draw the character banners for this special! Digital art isn't my strong suit (very obviously), but I wanted to show you all how much I appreciate you. I hope to continue creating for a long time and getting better with each post! Without further ado, enjoy a little something special for all of you~

Virgin fem!reader

includes: Kyojuro Rengoku, Giyu Tomioka, Sanemi Shinazugawa, and Obanai Iguro

warnings: I saved the absolute filth for the very end you animals ;) MDNI, NSFW, virgin sex, creampie, four guys at once (wtf yn), heavy kissing, cum whore, hashira slut, hungry for that d*ck, cockbulge, rough, if I'm honest yn gets obliterated...

wc: 3.6k

Obanai’s eyes close for a moment as you speak. “Let me get this straight, you want me to take your virginity?” His eyes open, piercing into your soul. “What kind of bullshit request is that? You chose this setting to ask me such a thing?” He looks you up and down, then behind your head where the training dojo still mechanically clicks. “What is wrong with you?” 

A bashful blush spreads up your neck at the hashira’s question. “Well, isn’t it training… in a sense?” You offer, grinning at the way his brows shoot up. 

“What? No?” He deflates, probably regretting the suggestion to train with you this afternoon. “What even gave you the notion that I’d want to do such a thing?” His golden eye glints with the overhead lantern, a swarm of emotions hidden behind the spread of color. 

The way he stares into your eyes gives you the same kind of adrenaline as fighting during battle. “You know I’m a fast learner and even more willing to continue when it hurts,” His head tilts to the side at your words, is he actually considering it? 

In a brief second, the snake pillar is next to you, sliding his hand across your hips. “You’ll have to do a lot more training to handle what I have in store for you.”

Giyu pauses, turning to stare at you. “Did I hear you right?” His deep blue eyes are carefully watching your next moves. At this point, you were getting desperate. There was an itch clawing its way out of your stomach. 

Going to each of your friends wasn’t the most delicate way to approach this situation, but it was bound to get the job done one way or another. “Please, Giyu. It won’t take much.” He lowers his gaze – his body facing you. 

There was something hanging in the air, like a cord about to snap from too much pressure. “Yn, I’m not sure your request is one I can grant,” He trails off, averting his gaze. His usual stoic expression is now a mix of confusion and self-restraint. “Isn’t that something you want to be romantic…?” He questions, more to himself than to you. 

A bubble of laughter falls from your lips as you observe him slowly going insane. “Honestly? I’d rather it be anything other than romantic. That way only my pussy gets hurt, not my heart.” The look on Giyu’s face is one of horror. “So I’m guessing that’s a no…” You frown, pouting slightly. You were slowly running out of options.

The flame hashira’s mouth falls open. “I must’ve misheard you…” You groan dragging a hand down your face. 

“Why does everyone keep saying that? I can be loud and clear if you want me to be,” A smirk plays with your lips as Kyojuro blinks rapidly. He glances at the surroundings, meeting your gaze once more. 

His brows furrow, the sweat from early morning practice still fresh against his skin. “You’re far too delicate to be requesting such a thing,” He takes pause, letting his crimson pupils fall to your sturdy frame – the words he just spoke slowly being swallowed by a lingering urge to bend you over the deck right this second. 

You blow out a frustrated breath, placing your hands onto your hips. “Yeah right and I’m guessing the next excuse you’re going to make is that I couldn’t handle you? Please Kyojuro, we both know you love it when you don’t quite fit.” You roll your eyes, scoffing at the last option you had. 

Kyojuro’s face flushes as he glares down at you. “And we both know your cunt would gobble me up like its been starved, don’t we princess?” His words snap you out of the disappointing lull you’d led yourself into again. 

He advances toward you until your ass presses against the wood of the deck. “W-wha-?” Your skin feels like tingles are eating you alive. A smug laugh flows from his nose as he peers down at you. 

“Now scamper along before you bite off something too big for you to chew.”

There’s a tight smirk on Sanemi’s lips as he sits across from you. “Let me get this straight sweetheart, you want me,” He points a finger inward, his brows raising ever so slightly as the words form in his mouth. “To take your virginity?” His gaze drops to your lips, then lowers to where your knees are practically glued together. He scoffs, lifting his lilac eyes to meet yours. “Heh, what makes you think yer’ ready for that, petal?” He’s leaning back, arm slung over the sofa’s back. 

Your back stiffens as you clench your hands into tiny angry packed balls. Meeting his gaze is harder than you ever imagined, especially after you marched your way into his manor with such boldness, declaring that you wanted him to take you for the first time. “If I weren’t ready I wouldn’t be asking you, now would I?” Your words are proud, but your voice is another story. The quiet squeak at the end of your sentence gives you away and the amused gleam in Sanemi’s eyes doesn’t give you a moment to hide behind. 

He stands, sauntering over to you, the tips of his zori brushing against your feet. He places a gentle hand on your knee before pushing your legs apart. “Then you’re goin’ to haf’to spread your legs for me, sweetheart.” His voice is calm, but the swirl of darkness that swims in his irises tells a different story. “It’s okay, in order for this to work, you need to give yourself to me. Trust me completely with your mind, soul, and,” his throat bobs as his palm slides up your thigh, brushing the hem of your skirt. “Body.” He finally manages to spit out. 

Everything clicks into place as the wind pillar pushes you against the cushions, stepping between your knees to bend down near your face. “S-Sanemi?” You sputter, your eyes flittering around his face. 

He’s gentle, so soft with you. It makes the whole world fall apart as he runs his thumb across your bottom lip. “Yes, petal?” His voice is barely above a whisper, the breath from his mouth tickling your hair. 

A moment of silence. The question dancing on your tongue like a curse. The beating from your pulse was tugging on your brain. “Do you think I’m loveable?” What falls from your mouth surprises him, his brows twitching for the slightest moment. Then a small chuckle erupts from his nose, eliciting a sinking feeling to wrap you in a dark blanket. 

Then he’s all smiles, pressing his forehead against yours. “If you’d let me, yeah. I’ll love you however you want and most importantly…” He slips his head between your shoulder and neck, dragging his lips tenaciously against your sensitive skin. “Whenever.” A thrill of warmth spreads through your stomach, rendering you useless as the hashira – practically gleefully – kisses the length of your neck. “Do you approve of my answer, petal?” 

A shiver runs up your spine, meeting the heated gaze in Sanemi’s eyes. “Absolutely.”

“There’s just one thing…” He hushes against your skin, slowly backing away from your view. It's then that you realize there are three more guests in the room. They all stare at you, a pleased expression being the farthest thing away from how they glare. “I think you have some explaining to do.” Sanemi crosses his muscular arms over his chest. Why did his chest have to be so distracting? It was going to make this explanation so much harder. 

Where could you even start? That you were talking with some other slayers during a mission and you realized how far behind you are with sexual exploits. Not that it mattered much, but damn the way some of them were talking made you go a little crazy. “W…well…” You stammer, glancing at their disapproving faces. “Uh… I was really horny?” You offer up. Why the hell did you say that? Obanai shares a look with Sanemi while Kyojuro lets out a soft grunt. 

Giyu steps forward, his brows knit together as he speaks. “And so you thought you’d ask each of us to fuck you?” He looks down the lineup, a long sigh slipping past his lips. 

Sanemi takes a step forward, raking his eyes over your disheveled hair and red splotches on your neck. He scoffs, peering off to the side. “If you’re going to act like such a bitch in heat, then I think it’s rather fittin’ if you deal with the consequences.” He nods to the men behind him. “You had the courage to whore yourself out to one of us, so what’s the difference between having us all at once?” 

Obanai joins his friend’s side. “Look at her Shinazugawa, she’s practically soaking from the very idea.” He steps around Sanemi, snatching up the point of your chin angrily. He squishes your cheeks together, forcing you to look up at him. There’s a glint of something salacious behind the vacant expression he usually wears. “You wet for us, hashira whore?” All you can manage is a meek nod, your eyes watering from the sting of his nails digging into your skin. “Good, that’s good. So eager to please.” He tilts his head, observing the tears welling in your eyes. 

With a brisk movement, you’re lying on your back, the four of them hovering over you in various positions. Giyu and Obanai are near your head while Kyojuro and Sanemi pair off near your knees. “Who wants first taste?” Sanemi offers, lifting one of your legs up – his large hands encasing your calf as he works your stockings down from your knee. The tantalizing way in which he delicately pulls the fabric from your skin makes you squirm against the cushions. 

Giyu takes it upon himself to make quick work of the top of your uniform. His fingers are dexterous as he unbuckles it, spreading apart the fabric to show off your silken shift. The peaks of your nipples hide nothing in regard to how incredibly sexy you find this situation. “Mmm, I don’t know Shinazugawa, I don’t know if our little slut will be satisfied with one cock filling ‘er up,” Kyojuro’s indecorous gaze is fixated on where your skirt has ridden up your thigh, exposing the cloth of your panties. 

Sanemi has finally managed to slip off both of your stockings, keeping one of your legs strung over his shoulder. “Earlier you could barely get a word out, now look at you, spread out all nice for us. Such an obedient slut.” Obanai tuts to himself, slowly rolling his fingers to the hem of your shift. You yelp as he rips it apart, the silk fabric fluttering to your sides as both men near your chest earn approving nods from those at your hips. Giyu shifts his fingers under your neck, lifting your head so he can slide his lap underneath. There’s a firmness pressing against your upper back as he positions you against his chest. 

“You’d better get comfortable, we’re going to be here a while,” Giyu mutters, lazily drawing circles on the skin of your shoulder. He places his lips against the top of your head, sweetly kissing that place before moving his lips to the shell of your ear. His breath is hot and it tickles. “I know I’ll be taking my sweet time letting you ride my cock. Let the others warm you up so you’ll be able to swallow me,” He pauses, brushing his nose along your temple a quiet laugh slipping from his mouth. “Whole,” He finishes, directing your gaze to where Kyojuro places a firm knee on the couch, the cushion dipping from his weight. 

Obanai slides to his knees, discarding his haori to the floor. “Don’t let Kyojuro wreck your tight little pussy too much, I’ll get jealous.” He loosens the bandages around his mouth, letting them tumble to the ground as well. “You’re practically begging me to fuck those pretty lips of yours, but patience darling, the show is about to begin,” Obanai turns to watch Sanemi peel away your panties, a smug grin etched onto his lips. 

Sanemi hangs your delicate cloth in front of his face, looking past them at you. “I’m surprised it took you this long to jump all of us. You want this so bad.” He tosses the panties to Obanai who immediately brings them to his nose. A hot feeling spreads across your body – a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. 

The snake hashira stares into your eyes as he slips a hand into his breeches. For a second his eyes flutter shut as he breathes in the smell of your soaking arousal. “Brace yourself, my sweet.” Kyojuro grins, lining himself up at your virgin entrance. You tear your eyes away from the snake hashira, wincing as the tip of Kyojuro’s cock slips past your folds. Giyu massages your shoulders in an attempt to comfort you. “I know baby, you’re doing so well. That’s it, relax just a little,” Kyojuro slurs, gripping your hips that he’s angled upward to meet his pelvis. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Sucking me in like the greedy little slut you are,” He hisses, gritting his teeth when he finds the wall of your virginity. 

A great pressure builds up – almost stinging as he slowly slips in and out of you. It all feels so wonderful, the slick melody of skin against skin. It was a sound you’d never forget, along with the soft panting moans of the man next to you – eyes glazed over as he holds your undercloth to his nose still, watching Kyojuro thrust into you again as he wraps pale fingers around his own member. His cock is a leaking mess with an irritated tip, needy for your warmth. 

Before you can react Sanemi grabs your cheeks forcing you to look at Kyojuro’s heaving chest. “I want you to watch as he breaks your precious little wall. Watch what it does to him.” He instructs and you all look upon the scene with bated breath. A weird sensation burns against the bruising head of Kyojuro’s cock. Then, with a yelp that cracks into a moan, he thrusts past your hymen – breaking the seal of your girlhood. 

Heavy pants are falling from your mouth as Kyojuro’s nails dig into your plush skin, a devious smirk playing with his lips. “Haaa, I’m almost jealous at how quickly he gets pussy drunk.” Obanai expresses, humming to himself as he drops your panties around his aching cock, his precum soaking through the cloth. 

Sanemi lets go of your mouth, but only slightly before his thumb slips past your lips, pressing down on your tongue. “Mmm, I think it’s time we put this mouth to use.” Sanemi muses, glancing at Giyu who nods approvingly. 

He undoes his belt, slipping it out of the loops with ease. You didn’t know a simple action could be so attractive, but he makes you clench around Kyojuro. His breeches fall to the ground around his ankles, revealing the muscular pattern that guides your eyes to where his hand wraps around a pale pink cock. He cups his fingers around your jaw, guiding you to open your mouth for him. Spit sticks to your lips as he swipes his thumb over your bottom lip. “Such a pretty mouth saying such filthy things,” He whispers, entranced by how pleading your gaze is. He scoffs, taking a few steps closer to your side. “Open wide darlin’, I’m not goin’ to be gentle.” His cock tastes sweet, almost creamy as it slides against your tongue. Your eyes roll back in your head as Kyojuro slaps his balls against your ass, burrowing his cock deep within you. It was like you could feel him poking your stomach with the sheer mass of his cock. 

Sanemi keeps ahold of your throat as he fucks into your mouth, hissing out a few garbled moans of pleasure when you swirl your wet tongue around his length. “Ahh, fucking sure you’re a virgin? How much dick have you wrapped these sweet lips around?” Sanemi, runs a hand through his hair, blowing out a harsh laugh as you blink open your eyes through the warm tears welling there. 

Kyojuro slaps your thigh, a broken laugh joining Sanemi’s. “Keep talking Shinazugawa, she’s loving it.” You try to gasp around Sanemi’s length, but it’s getting harder to swallow the excess saliva that drips from your lips. His hand slips into your hair, gathering a fistful before yanking your mouth off his swelling cock. 

He glares down at you, panting wildly. “You like being slut-shamed aye? You want me to fuck you like one of my whores, huh? Open your mouth,” He hisses. After you do what you’re commanded to he spits into your mouth. “Swallow it,” and you do, all whilst fluttering around Kyojuro. An electric pulse feels like it's been plugged in. Ropes of heat string through your body as Kyojuro continues fucking you real good. Your mouth parts again, a hoarse moan shaking out of you as your thighs start to tremble. 

Giyu’s rough hands move from your shoulders to your breasts, groping the mass on your chest like they were dough. “That’s a good girl, cum for us,” He coos, pinching your nipples with unrelenting pressure. 

You almost can’t take it when Kyojuro plunges into you, halting his movements. “You’re throbbing, stop holding back. It’s not over just because you cum once.” Kyojuro complains, shifting himself inside, the friction driving you mad. 

“Unless it’s too much for you?” Obanai chimes in, running his palm along your stomach, stopping where there’s a slight bulge from the cock currently stuffed inside of you. He turns his smirking gaze to you and is met with a defiant gleam in your eyes. 

You tighten your hold around Kyojuro’s hips, digging your heels into his back as you mewl from the water hashira’s minstrations. “I-M’perfectly fine,” You croak, leaning your head against Giyu’s shoulder. He brushes his lips against yours with a smile. 

There’s a sudden feeling of vacancy as Kyojuro pulls out of you. A whine echoes out of your mouth but is caught by the deep kiss of Giyu. “Don’t worry darlin’, just a shift change.” Sanemi gleams, laying back against the other side of the couch. “I think you could do with a change as well,” He mumbles, gesturing to his stiff cock. “Come’ere.” Giyu helps you sit up on your knees – though a little shaky you manage to straddle the thick thighs of the wind hashira. He grins up at you, his sharp face seeming so soft in this moment as he gently guides you to hover over his eager length. “I’ll help you,” His voice is reassuring, a jarring change from moments ago. He holds his cock with one hand, pressing the other into your hip. “Yeah, just like that. That’s my girl.” His eyes roll back in his head as you sink onto his length. 

It’s a completely different type of full with Sanemi in this position. “You’re practically gaping,” Obanai notes, bending to glance at the junction of Sanemi’s cock and your hungry cunt. You flush, hissing at the sensitive way your pussy throbs around his length.  

Sanemi grips your hips, a blown-out expression casting a lustful haze. “Heh, you still wantin’ more?” You catch your bottom lips between your teeth, slowly nodding to his question. “Should’ve known,” He chuckles, glancing over your shoulder at the ravenette still behind you. “If you think you’re so much better than us then why don’t you c’mere and work with me for once water lord?” Sanemi snaps, gathering Giyu’s attention. He glares at the antics of the wind hashira, but with one glance at your round ass just waiting for him everything else falls away. 

“Alright Shinazugawa, I’ll bite.” He mutters. Sanemi nods to you, helping you shift off his cock ever so slightly. 

Giyu moves behind you, pressing his knees between the legs of Sanemi. “M’gonna need you to angle your ass toward Giyu, petal. Is that okay with you?” He questions. You nod, a thrill of pleasure pulsing through your veins as a stretching pressure allows Giyu to push his cock into your pussy. You cry out, falling against Sanemi’s chest. “It’s okay, m’gonna make you feel real good.” Sanemi gives Giyu a look, and together they start moving slowly at first. It was an overwhelming amount of friction all leading to the tight sensation in your core. 

Through your tears, you reach out to Kyojuro and Obanai. “Hmm, still hungry for more?” Obanai hisses. A string of whimpering moans hiccup from your mouth. Kyojuro works himself at the sight of both hashiras pumping into your bruised pussy. 

You’re digging your nails into Sanemi’s shoulders, leaving red trails of ecstasy along the planes of his body. He hisses in pleasure at the sting of your actions. Giyu grabs hold of your ass, molding the plush skin to his fingers with great fascination. “S’well, take it all, both, fuck.” He moans, his head lulling back at the heavenly feel of your wet sex. 

“A-ah, hngh, p-please,” You whine, arching your back as a howling moan careens out of your throat. “S’close, fuck.” You pant, squeezing your eyes closed. 

Sanemi runs his hands along your thighs, groaning with satisfaction as his own climax nearly reaches him. “Me too, go ahead baby,” 

A starburst of radiating wet warmth fills your body with tingles. You twitch wildly as Sanemi and Giyu spread their cum inside your cunt. It seeps through the cracks, dripping between your skin and theirs. A cacophony of pants echoes around the room. “My turn,” Obanai smirks, your fucked out pussy still pulsating with the cum of two other men. 

You had a feeling this was going to be a long night.

[bozzowl]

Farmworld Finn NSFW Dominate

As Requested... 👀

You lived in the ruins of an old town, in the upper floor of an old apartment building. You had a decent view of the town square. However, rent would be due soon and your old boss got croaked by some gang members. You had to find another job soon because the only money you have left is going to groceries. You decided to head into the market, there's usually someone hiring over there. You have been out over by an Avacado stand when you saw him. A Big, strong farmer known as Finn Mertens. You were standing over by a fruit stand when he approached you. Those eyes... piercing right through you. You could not take your eyes off him or his muscular body. He looked as though he could easily lift you, maybe you wanted that. Your mouth agape as he stood right next to you. Apparently he wasn't looking at you, but he was looking at the sign above you that read "avocados on sale!". Maybe you felt a little embarrassed by the realization, so you turn to look at the avocados. you reach for one, trying to distract yourself from the handsome man next to you. As you do, his hand touches yours. You both look at each other, you were blushing while he gave you an awkward side glance. To break the silence between you two, he clears his throat, "So, YN I hear you've been looking for work?". You look away shyly, "yeah... I'm hoping to find some work soon." Finn smirked, raising a brow, "you ok with farm work? I can use some help in the barn...". You think about it for a moment, he usually doesn't trust people nor let just anyone at his farm. You two barely talked before, but he always seemed relaxed around you. As if he knew he could trust you.

You agree to work for him over at the farm. It took some getting used to, it was hard work but it paid off well. He decided to let you sleep in the barn so you wouldn't have to worry about the walk to and from work. He even helped you move your things in. Occasionally showing you new tricks, and teaching you when to plan certain crops. You even learned how to make butter and jam. You noticed that when you two are working together, he's always keeping his eyes on you. Especially when you bend over. Lately, he started bringing you flowers he would find when out gathering wood or when he's hunting. You became more than just a worker for him.

One night, when the kids were asleep, Finn came to the barn. A single lantern was lit by your bed on the second floor of the barn. You were changing clothes in the warm dim light. You hear a knock at the door. You quickly throw on some button up pajamas before you climb down. The door creaks as you open it, "Finn? is everything ok?". He leaned closer to you, "We need to talk...". He comes inside, closing the door behind him. He walked up to you, his eyes locked onto you, "look, I know you came here just looking for work... but there's something between us..." .He brushed a strand of hair from your face, "... And, judging from the way you look at me I know you feel it too." Your heart skipped a beat as a warm blush spreads across your face. He liked you back, and he wanted you. He wanted you now.

His hand on your chin, his other mechanical arm wrapped around you. you could feel the cold metal as it slides down your back. Your hands slowly inch their way up his chest as he pulled you closer. Leaning closer as he gently guided you to his lips. He kissed you. You could feel his scruffy blond beard. Felling his warm breath as it smelled like the soup he always kept brewing in the kitchen. The kiss becomes deeper as your body pressed against his. He took the lead. Licking your lips as his tongue danged with yours. Suddenly he kissed your neck, trailing feverish kisses down to your shoulders. you gasp, feeling him nip and kiss your skin. Then suddenly, he throws you over his shoulder, crawling up the ladder to reach your bed. It was almost as if you weight nothing, he was so strong...

Finn throws you on the bed, then pulls off his shirt to reveal a muscular and toned body. He looked looked you in the eyes, raising a brow, "are you gonna be good for daddy?". You nod, feeling your heart pounding and your face hot. He says with a mischievous smirk, "take it off.". You hastily start to unbutton your shirt when he stops you, "slowly.". You slow down, carefully unbuttoning your shirt as he watched you. He climbs onto the bed, sitting on his knees as his eyes wander over your body. A bulge forming in his jeans. You take off the rest too, tossing your clothes to the side. He unzips his pants and pulls out a large, girthy member. Already hard and ready to fuck you. Of course, he wanted you to work for it. When he told you to get on all fours, you got on all fours. When he told you to open your mouth, you opened your mouth. He grabs you by the hair, puling you closer to his member. You take him into your mouth, sucking him off. He groaned as you pleased him. Your mouth felt so good to him, watching your head bob back and forth until he pulled out. He looked down at you and ordered you, "lay down." You lay on your back, following his commands. He wanted to tease you, so he parts your legs. Looking at your exposed privets, he glanced up to meet your eyes again. you nod, even though he's dominating you he still wanted to make sure you were ok with this. He lowers his head and starts licking. Kissing, sucking, pleasing you till you felt a knot in your stomach. you make those cute sounds for him. Those moans and groans of yours were music to his ears. He squeezed your thigh a little, then pulls back up. He positioned himself over you, the tip of his member grazed against your entrance. He wanted you to beg, "do you want me?". You nod, but he wanted more, "no, no YN... use your words.". You look him in the eyes, "I want you.". With a mischievous smirk, he tells you, "Louder, I want you to beg.". You start begging him, pleading for him to put it in you. He seemed please with your pleas, and so he put himself inside you. He waist a moment so that you adjust to his size. After a few minutes, he begins to thrust. Soon his hips smacked against your body, moving with every hump. He starts panting, your breathing becoming heavier as well. His starts to speed up, sending waves of pleasure through your body as his eyes were locked onto yours. The barn is filled with the sounds of flesh slapping together, smelling of sweat as your bodies heat up from the action. The bed was creaking, you were moaning. His movements become sloppy as he is about to cum. Your thighs trembling as you near your climax. The finally, you both cum at the same time.

Finn tries to catch his breath as you lay there, looking like a hot and sweaty mess. He pulls out of yo, then lays by your side. You turn to face him as he pulls you close. It was late, and you were both very tired. The lantern's light slowly went out as it ran out of oil. You fall asleep in his arms. He whispers in your ear, "Goodnight YN, see you in the morning."

I hope y'all enjoyed this :)

[yoitsjay]

Her Light Under the Moonlight.

Pairings: Crosshair x fem oc! Reader

Summary: so much pain, and trauma. Arian is there to comfort Crosshair when he needs her most.

Warnings: ptsd, mentions of death and trauma. Soft kisses

Word Count: 845

A/n: this is for my amazing friend @moomoog017, this is her oc and one of her favorite characters, so I hope you enjoy girly!

Post traumatic stress disorder was different in a lot of people, clones shared a lot of the same symptoms but they all have gone through different battles, and have witnessed different traumatic things.

Arian had seen a lot of death, clones being shot down, or sacrificing their own lifes for their general, or to make sure the mission would succeed. It was hard, it felt like every time she would befriend a clone, or even briefly get to know them, they would perish in the following battle.

When she met The Bad Batch it felt like her whole world had changed, her views shifted and she didn’t see loss nearly as much as she used to. After the war ended, she felt the massive shift in the universe and she felt depressed, she had been hunted by the clones she fought beside for years, and on top of that, the man she had grown so close to, Crosshair, had betrayed her and turned to the Empire.

Arian had gone through so much, but she felt as if she couldn't compare it to the clones she fought beside.

But her fight was over, especially after Tantiss, reuniting with crosshair, everything the others went through? and getting Omega back? peace was an option she could actually see in front of her.

A couple years on Pabu and she definitely softened up, though Arian did love her playful banter and Crosshair was happy to fuel that need for playful banter.

Though currently, Arian couldn’t fall asleep. It was midnight, or at least close to midnight, and no matter how much she tossed and turned she couldn't get comfortable enough to fall asleep. So she got up from her bed, pulling on a light shawl before she started making her way down to the beach area.

However when she arrived she sensed another presence down in the cave there, and she frowned, bracing herself for something unexpected. However when she entered the cave she noticed Crosshair sitting on the rocks, a few lanterns lit up in the cave which illuminated his back, however the moonlight in front of him made it look like he was glowing.

Arian smiled lightly, silently walking over to him, taking a seat beside him. “Hey sniper boy.” She greeted softly, admiring the way the moonlight reflected on the water and then reflected back into Crosshair's face.

He turned his head slightly, eyes glancing down to look at the woman, the corners of his lips tugging up into a smile. “Cant sleep?” Arian asked him, and in response he shook his head. “No i-” He cut himself off for a moment, glancing down at his mechanical hand. “I can't stop thinking about Tantiss.” he revealed, looking over at her again with a form of sadness in his eyes.

Arian frowned, scooting herself closer to him as she wrapped an arm around his shoulders, holding him for a brief moment until Crosshair pulled away. “I feel… useless now.” He sighed, looking away from Arian who frowned.

She shook her head, placing her hand on his shoulder. “Your not useless Crosshair. I’ve seen the way you help people here on Pabu… now you may be rough around the edges but I know how generous you are.” She spoke softly, catching his attention again.

“Really?” He asked, and Arian nodded, sliding her hand up to his cheek. He flinched back slightly, but when her hand was fully resting on his cheek he allowed himself to relax. “You need to start seeing yourself the way I do, Cross.” Arian whispered.

Crosshair leaned into her touch, looking at her with half lidded eyes as he inhaled through his nose, leaning further into her.

“And how do you see me?” He asked softly, seeing the smile grace Arians lips as she leaned in more, her minty breath fanning against his lips.

“I see a survivor. A man who protects those he loves.” She whispered, looking into his dark brown eyes. Crosshair couldn't help but smile, his mechanical and non-mechanical hand sliding up her sides before pulling her closer.

Crosshair bridged the gap between them, placing a soft delicate kiss against her lips, scared that if he moved any harder he might break her. But Arian was a big girl, and could take care of herself. So she deepened that kiss, nipping at his bottom lip which caused him to gasp.

The soft splashing of waves against rock was all that was heard in the background as the moonlight illuminated them both as they kissed under the mouth of the beach cave, he swallowed every sigh she let out, and she did the same.

Eventually they pulled back, and all that connected them both was a small string of saliva as Arian painted from the kiss, opening her eyes after a few moments, seeing Crosshair already looking at her.

“Your beautiful Crosshair, and so amazing.” Arian whispered, seeing his cheeks turn a bright pink as he looked away for a moment and smiled.

“And you Arian, are the light of my life.”

⤑

[awesomelittleprincessjess]

Trick or Treat

Yesterday was Halloween, it began ordinarily enough. I returned home from work, wearied from the day's tasks, anticipating a quiet evening. However, the instant I stepped through the door, the atmosphere felt peculiar. The guest room door was cracked open, revealing a soft glow from within, accompanied by hauntingly melodic tunes.

Drawn in, I discovered the room transformed into a nursery. In its midst stood a mannequin draped in a pink dress patterned with black cats and pumpkins. Matching stockings and bulky black boots, together with a witch's hat embellished with miniature jack-o-lanterns, completed the look. Pumpkins hanging from the ceiling swinging almost hypnotically.

From the shadows, my wife, Angie emerged. Her eyes, usually so full of life, had an eerie, vacant stare. She murmured of a long-held fantasy, an unfulfilled Halloween dream. As she spoke, her voice adopted a rhythmic cadence. An overwhelming drowsiness consumed me, her voice echoing in my mind, coaxing, urging me to embody her Halloween vision.

When awareness returned, I found myself donned in the pink dress, hat included. Every action felt distant, as though I were observing myself from afar. Angie steered me from door to door, my voice mechanically reciting "Trick or treat" with each ring.

Though the evening was a haze, awakening the next day brought the memories rushing back. Beside me, Angie, her eyes alight with a chilling excitement, whispered that this was just the beginning, she clicked her fingers and the haze returned I felt my thumb slide into my mouth as I started to suck on it feeling Angie hold me close, I drifted back to sleep.

[toodleoorblx]

I've Found You, I'm Bound to You

Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff

Word count: 4,658

Summary: Wanda sees a lot of books, and trains.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 -/?

Warnings: violence, cursing, violence, mentions of death

A/N: Enjoy!!

Chapter 1 -How to Tame Your Agatha

Wanda wakes up in a heap of blood, a sight that has become disturbingly routine. 

After switching her bed set, she takes a quick but thorough shower. Wanda steps out, the steam billowing around her as she wraps herself in a soft towel. She wipes the foggy mirror, staring at her reflection for a moment. Her eyes look tired, shadows of sleepless nights lingering beneath them. She shakes her head, pushing away the self-pity.

She goes through her usual morning routine with meticulous care. Brushing her teeth, combing her hair, and applying a light layer of moisturizer to her pale skin. Every step is methodical, almost mechanical, a way to ground herself in the present. She dries her hair, letting it fall naturally around her shoulders.

Wanda dresses in a plain pair of jeans and a gray t-shirt, the simplicity a comfort. She feels more herself in these clothes, less like the Scarlet Witch and more like the woman she used to be. She adds a simple silver necklace, the chain cool against her skin.

Her eyes drift to her nightstand, where a small collection of costume jewelry rings sit untouched. She hasn't worn them in years. Each one holds memories—some good, but most painful. Her fingers hover over the rings, hesitating. She doesn’t want to remember the bad days, the days filled with anxiety and pain. But she does want to remember Pietro, the days when he was alive and they were just two kids trying to survive in a world that didn't care.

With a deep breath, she picks up a ring with a small blue stone embedded in it. It's simple, but meaningful. Pietro had given it to her on their sixteenth birthday, a rare moment of joy in their tumultuous lives. They were still at HYDRA, he had stolen it from an unsuspecting nurse, with his superspeed. She slides the ring onto her finger, the cool metal a reminder of her brother's presence. It's a step, a small one, but significant. She’s acknowledging the past without letting it consume her.

With a heavy sigh, she heads downstairs to the kitchen. The prospect of coffee, something she once despised, now feels like a lifeline. Her body craves any source of energy it can find, as natural vitality seems to have deserted her months ago.

Leaning against the counter, she waits for the coffee to brew. The soft hum of the machine is almost soothing, almost enough to lull her back to sleep. Almost.

“Wandaaaaa!” The sudden, drawn-out call shatters the quiet, making Wanda jump. Her heart flips, and she’s instantly pulled from her drowsy state. She groans inwardly, having forgotten about the older woman's presence. Rubbing her eyes, she teleports to Agatha’s room.

Upon arrival, Wanda finds Agatha already dressed and ready for the day. Her hair is swept up into a neat bun, a few strands loose, and she’s wearing blue jeans and a yellow blouse tucked in neatly. The room, once sparse and utilitarian, is now nearly fully decorated and situated. Agatha has transformed it into a space that reflects her unique style.

Lanterns and candles are scattered around, casting a warm, flickering light. The scent of herbs and incense fills the air, creating an ambiance that is both mystical and comforting. On her desk, next to an array of magical trinkets and vials that look either poisonous or radioactive, sits Señor Scratchy in his cage, observing the room with twitching whiskers.

Agatha’s bed is covered with a black comforter set, contrasting with the intricate runes drawn on every wall in marker. Wanda wonders if the runes still hold their power when written in such a mundane medium. Behind her back, the younger woman tries to use some of her magic to make an orb, but it doesn't activate. 

She’ll speak with Agatha about that later. The room is filled with various objects, each one exuding an aura of ancient magic and danger.

Another thing Wanda notices is the inhuman amount of books scattered messily all over the room. Towers of books are everywhere, far more than she remembers bringing with them.

What…?

“Agatha… I know you have your light reading but what the hell? Where did all these books come from?” Wanda asks annoyedly, without looking at her, her eyes fixed on a book titled How to Tame Your Banshee. She doesn't even want to know. “And why are there runes drawn on my wall?”

Agatha crosses her arms and “It's to keep little Scarlet Bitches like you at bay.” the older woman inclines her head towards her pet. “And Scratchy has a bottomless stomach, so he can transport things without needing any magic. I may have underestimated how much room this place has. Oops.”

Wanda suppouses she’ll give Agatha that, the security of having a space where she can’t use her magic. The younger woman tilts her head, putting her hands on her hips, eyeing Agatha’s pet with caution. “I… I don't think I want a magical rodent in my home…”

Agatha scoffs, putting a hand on her chest, giving Wanda a look. “First of all my familiar, is not a rodent, you crude fuck, and second, he's mostly docile when he knows I’m safe.”

Wanda squints and eyes her familiar, “Mostly…?”

Agatha waves her off, “Anyways, I need something for my grimoires, an open space where I can continue my studies. This room is far too small.”

Wanda crosses her arms, “That's a nice thought, but I still don't understand where you're getting at.”

Agatha smirks. “I could… oh, I don’t know…” She leans casually against her desk. “Use an office?”

Wanda tilts her head, her expression skeptical. “And what have you done to earn such a thing besides making me hate you all over again?”

Agatha rolls her eyes, "Hold your horses, Wands. I don’t think it’s a matter of what I ‘deserve,’” Agatha says, using air quotes with a mischievous glint in her eye. “It’s a simple request. Hell, consider it a condition of me training you.”

Wanda gapes, feeling a mix of frustration and irritation. She really doesn’t want to be Agatha’s personal superstore, but she’s tired and doesn’t feel like arguing. “Fine, whatever. Just don’t bother me with this.”

Agatha’s smirk widens, and she pushes off the desk to stand fully upright. “Good girl,” Wanda feels a shiver down her spine. “Now, get to work, after, we need breakfast.”

Wanda mutters a curse in Sokovian under her breath, but compiles.

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Wanda finally finishes setting up Agatha's office. The room is now spacious, with plenty of shelving for Agatha's vast collection of texts. She has arranged the books in a way that makes the room feel like a mini-library, each shelf brimming with volumes of ancient knowledge and forbidden spells. There’s a small pen for Agatha’s familiar, Scratchy, who eyes Wanda warily from his new enclosure. A Victorian-style desk takes center stage, its surface polished and ready for use.  There's a table closer to the bookshelves that's filled with herbs, empty jars, and empty vials. Gardening supplies are neatly organized in one corner, ready for Agatha's use. Wanda has laid down several rich, patterned rugs, adding a touch of warmth and comfort to the space.

Lanterns and candles are scattered throughout the room, casting a soft, flickering light that gives the office an almost magical glow. Vines and an abundance of plants add a touch of green, creating a serene atmosphere. 

Maybe she had a little too much fun decorating…

“All done, have fun with  your evil lair, Harkness.” Wanda flashes a passive-aggressive smile the older woman's way.

“Oh I will have lots of fun with this…” Agatha looks satisfied, Wanda doesn't know why she feels so good about that.

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After a brief argument about whether or not the room should have a lock, Wanda ultimately wins, threatening to revert Agatha back to her “Agnes” persona if she doesn’t comply. Agatha, though annoyed, concedes.

With a flick of her wrist, Wanda teleports some of Agatha’s belongings into the newly created office and leaves Agatha to her devices.

Wanda is in her kitchen, meticulously preparing breakfast by hand. She prefers to do domestic tasks without magic; it keeps her human, she feels like. As she works, she chops vegetables, cracks eggs, and stirs batter, the rhythmic motions helping to calm her mind. The kitchen is filled with the comforting sounds of cooking: the sizzle of eggs hitting the pan, the gentle hum of the coffee maker, the occasional clink of utensils.

Her thoughts drift to her sons. Wanda doesn’t want to use too much magic around them; she’s terrified of accidentally hurting them. She’s always been cautious, but after everything that’s happened, her fear has intensified. She wants them to have as normal a life as possible, free from the chaos that magic can bring.

As she flips pancakes, she catches a glimpse of a family photo on the counter. Her heart aches at the sight of it. She takes a deep breath, pushing the painful thoughts aside. Today, she’ll focus on the little things. She’ll make breakfast, enjoy the moment, and keep moving forward.

The younger woman places her plate of food carefully, and pours herself a cup of coffee. She leans against the counter, savoring the moment of peace. Despite everything, there’s a sense of normalcy in these small routines. And for now, that’s enough.

Soon Agatha comes strutting into the kitchen, Señor Scratchy in tow. Her hair is down now, she has a little makeup on. 

She sets her familiar on the counter while she grabs a plate to help herself. “I didn't know war babies could cook,” Agatha says with a faux shocked expression as she makes her way to the kitchen island to take a seat.

Wanda shoots her a sneer while she takes another bite of her pancake. “Careful, Harkness.” Wanda snarks, her accent more prominent.

Agatha raises her hands up defensively, “What? I'm just saying, you surprised me. Because believe me, I was certain you would have had a panic attack over how long to boil eggs.” Agatha retorts as she takes a bite of her salad and gives a piece to Senor Scratchy.

Wanda sighs as she chugs down some of her scorching coffee, it burns down her throat, waking her up with familiar twinges of pain. “And believe me when I say you will be surprised when your sorry ass is in Antarctica in the next five seconds.” Wanda snarls. She's already sick of Agatha's meaningless jabs. She'll have to put up with it for some time though. She has no rough layout as to how long this will take. Even though she wants to strangle Agatha, deep down, she has faith in her.

Very, very very deep down.

“My my, new threats? Oh how you have bettered yourself, red. Congratulations.” Agatha says dryly as she sips some coffee.

They both fall silent, with the occasional clicking of their forks, the nibbles of her familiar, and the clicking of their glasses hitting the counter. Wanda is about to ask Agatha about Senor Scratchy but Agatha beats her to it.

“I think we're done here. We won't be getting anything done by sitting around all day, let's get moving, sweetcheeks.” Agatha says briefly as she scoops up her dirty dishes and plops them in the sink, her familiar hopping on her shoulder, tucking himself comfortably under her locks. Agatha leans casually against the kitsch sink.

“What do I need to do?”

“First, you can change into your Scarlet Bitch costume,” Agatha says, gesturing lazily at Wanda.

Wanda rolls her eyes and scoffs. “Fine.”

She stands up hesitantly. Transforming into her Scarlet Witch attire is a process that makes her feel focused and powerful, but it’s also exhausting. Especially now, when her energy is significantly depleted. She doesn’t know how long she’ll be able to maintain the state without it draining her completely.

Wanda closes her eyes and sighs deeply, trying to focus. Agatha takes a seat on the island counter, examining Wanda closely. Her familiar sits on her shoulder, watching with what might be more hope than Agatha herself possesses. 

Which probably isn’t much to begin with…

Wanda can see her in her in mind. Almost like looking through a distorted mirror. Her strongest form. The Scarlet Witch is so different from herself that it’s almost like looking at another person. The Scarlet Witch exudes confidence in her power and judgment, a confidence Wanda currently lacks. Her hair flows as if it has a life of its own, every strand imbued with magic. Her eyes blaze red like fire, her spirit as unyielding as a storm. Her fingers are dark as tar, a feature Wanda shares, but the Scarlet Witch wears them as a badge of her power, not a mark of a curse. It's frightening that she must embody her. She carries herself with an assurance that she can do anything and still know exactly where she stands in the world.

Wanda isn’t sure of much these days, much less herself.

To reach out to the Scarlet Witch within her, Wanda must align her mindset with that of her alter ego, or at least somewhat. It’s like tuning into the same frequency, a task that is incredibly taxing. Wanda is in no mental state to be someone as stable and powerful as the Scarlet Witch, but she will try. Even when she finds her sons, she doubts she can ever be as stable as she once was, before everything fell apart—before the bomb that started the avalanche some call her life.

Wanda breathes deeply, trying to center herself. She pushes past the exhaustion, the self-doubt, the fear. She focuses on the strength, the power, the unyielding will of the Scarlet Witch. Slowly, she feels the transformation begin. Her clothes shift, morphing into her iconic attire. The weight of the headpiece settles on her forehead, her hair flows freely, and her eyes ignite with a crimson glow. The younger woman feels a little lighter, less weighed down physically. 

Agatha watches with an almost bored expression, but there’s a glint of something in her eyes. “Finally,” she mutters, more to herself than to Wanda.

Wanda opens her eyes, now fully transformed into the Scarlet Witch. Wanda notices that her attire has changed a little, the last time she saw her alter ego… or rather, embodied her, was back at Westview, and when she first arrived at her cabin. That was months ago. Now she feels… more knowing? Corrupt? She feels magically stronger. The room feels different, charged with the energy emanating from her. She feels the power coursing through her veins, the focus sharp and clear. Yet, she also feels the drain, the toll it takes on her already exhausted body.

Agatha hops off the counter and begins to circle Wanda like a vulture eyeing its next meal. Her eyes drink Wanda in, assessing her with a critical gaze. Her lips are pursed in deep thought as she scrutinizes every inch of Wanda’s form.

Agatha hums, her arms crossed. “Stand up straighter, shoulders back. You’re not a frightened puppy; you’re a supernatural entity that can destroy the fucking world. Act like it, for the gods' sakes.” She groans in annoyance and gives a tap to Wanda’s shoulder, prompting the younger woman to fix her posture.

“Stand directly in front of the door. But keep a good distance,” Agatha commands, her tone brooking no argument.

Wanda tilts her head in confusion. “What…?”

“Just do it, toots.”

Wanda’s gaze lingers on Agatha for a second longer before she concedes and does as instructed. Agatha pads to the front door and swings it open, revealing the river just outside the cabin. The brisk breeze wafts in, causing Agatha to shiver slightly.

Wanda, however, doesn't feel the cold. In this form, it seems she’s not susceptible to temperature changes. Interesting.

“So, how good would you say your aim accuracy is?” Agatha asks, shoving her hands in her pockets.

Wanda blinks, considering the question. Her accuracy has always been more intuitive than precise. “I'd say it’s decent enough. I normally just size my attacks up so I have a lesser chance of missing. It works.” She shrugs, her voice tinged with pride. “My targets were always moving quickly, and I didn’t exactly have an expert teaching me at the time. So I just made it harder to miss.”

Agatha tuts at her, waving her off with an exasperated sigh. “That’s… utterly lazy. We’ll be working on that. But anyways, you can start by focusing your energy into your core. It will get your magic stable inside you so that when you summon it, it will be ready for use rather than accumulating as you summon it.”

Wanda scoffs and shakes her head lightly but concedes. She closes her eyes, focusing on the magic in her gut. It starts off small at first, like dust slowly gaining form. It pools in her stomach, thrashing and flowing, unpredictable even for her. She wonders if it will always be like this. Unpredictable. She feels it fill her gut and begin to spill into the veins of her arms and legs, almost like a built-in brace. It hums beneath her fair skin, waiting to be called upon.

“Good girl,” she hears Agatha’s voice right behind her ear. Wanda squeals, jumping a little and grabbing onto the island counter. She nearly falls when the area she grabbed breaks off in her hand. Wanda stares in fear at the slab of the counter in her palm.

Did she just break the counter with her bare hands?

She glares at Agatha with confusion. Agatha only smirks at her knowingly. “And you were doing so well too. Shame you couldn't keep your composure, dear.”

“What just—” Wanda starts, her cheeks flushed as she stands straighter, placing the broken counter piece in the trash.

“Your magic is in your veins, it's idle there, unmoving until called for. It's not actively being used. So it's acting as a brace, strengthening your limbs if you weren't such a clutz you… why are you looking at me like that?” Agatha inquires as she walks over to Señor Scratchy, who is sitting by the sink. She gives him a few head scratches, then meets Wanda’s concerned gaze.

Wanda narrows her eyes, a mix of curiosity and suspicion flickering in them. “How do you know all this?”

Agatha snorts, a smirk playing on her lips. “I read all about you, sweetheart. Plus, your magic isn’t much different than my own.”

Wanda’s eyes widen slightly, a glimmer of hope and interest brightening her expression. “Really?”

“Yes,” Agatha replies, leaning against the counter. “Not on a power level, but more on a fundamental level.” The older woman rolls her eyes. “My magic is originally based on natural magic, then enhanced by dark magic. Take a wild guess which magic is most like yours.”

“Dark magic,”

“Bingo,” Agatha responds with a curt nod. “Your magic was enhanced by the Mind Stone. Dark magic is unpredictable and wild, it's more dangerous, but with the centuries of knowledge I have, it's manageable.”

Wanda’s mind races as she processes Agatha’s words. The idea that her magic, with all its unpredictability and raw power, could be harnessed and controlled like Agatha's is both thrilling and daunting. She takes a deep breath, feeling a strange sense of camaraderie with the older witch, she doesn't know if she likes it.

“How did you learn to control it?” Wanda asks, her voice soft but filled with curiosity.

Agatha shrugs, her demeanor surprisingly open. “Centuries of practice, trial and error, and a lot of patience. But the key is understanding the nature of your magic. Embrace it, don’t fight it. Once you accept it as part of you, controlling it becomes second nature.”

Her magic often feels like a wild animal she must tame, a beast she can barely control. It’s not ideal, but it's the power that will save her sons.

“What else do you want me to do exactly?” she asks, reprising her spot a few feet from the front door. She cracks her knuckles, a mix of nerves and determination coursing through her.

Agatha trails behind her, standing close—too close. Wanda can feel Agatha's presence, almost hearing her breathe. She doesn't comment on the proximity, instead turning to focus on the task at hand.

“Continue gathering your magic in your gut,” Agatha instructs, her tone firm but not unkind. “Then, I want to see how well you can aim your magic directly out of the door. Without collateral damage.”

Wanda nods slowly. That should be easy, right? But the intensity of Agatha’s watchful gaze makes her heart race. She closes her eyes, recounting her steps. She feels the magic gathering, its thrashing becoming more violent, more rushed. It spills into her limbs, scorching every vein. She feels it grow stronger, then suddenly her body starts shaking violently.

Cold hands clutch her arms and then her waist tightly before her eyes snap open. The entirety of her eyes glows a deep scarlet mixed with black, emitting a trail of magic. She barely has time to register the transformation before a loud, blinding ray of chaos magic erupts from her stomach.

The blast doesn’t harm her, but the sheer force of it demolishes the front of her cabin, leaving scorched and still smoldering wood in its wake. Wanda's arms and legs feel like they're on fire, her stomach hollow as if that last attack drained all her strength. The impact knocks her back, and she falls hard. She doesn't feel the pain from the fall, only the overwhelming emptiness and exhaustion.

As Wanda gasps, her ears ring loudly, and she can feel her blood pumping in her head. She realizes her back is against something warm. Wanda groans as she finds the willpower to slightly lift herself up and flip over. Blinking a few times, her vision still slightly impaired, it soon clears enough for her to see Agatha lying beneath her, eyes closed, mouth slightly ajar.

She hurt someone. Again. She lost control. Again.

Wanda sucks in a shaky breath as she moves the strands of white hair from Agatha’s face. Agatha looks peaceful, almost… serene? But the worry gnaws at Wanda's mind. What if she caused irreversible damage to the older woman's head? What if Agatha is seriously hurt?

Taking a deep breath, Wanda presses her ear to Agatha’s chest. She waits, each second stretching into what feels like an eternity, until she hears a faint but steady heartbeat.

Relief floods through her, and she slouches over Agatha. If Agatha were dead, her hopes of saving her sons and finding her own happiness would die with her. As she sits there, she feels an inexplicable amount of regret.

Wanda decides to ignore the thought of Agatha dying as she hears Agatha groan and shift under her. Her eyes are fixed intently on Agatha’s face, watching every small movement. A pain-filled sneer appears on the older woman's face as she slowly begins to open her blue eyes.

Agatha blinks lazily a few times, her expression gradually changing from disoriented to focused. She slowly turns her head and meets Wanda's concerned green eyes.

“Wanda?” Agatha asks, her voice barely a whisper. Her voice is softer, kinder, nothing like Agatha.

Wanda sighs, a mixture of relief and guilt washing over her. “Yeah, yeah, it’s me.”

After a few moments of staring at each other, Agatha's face twists into one of anger as clarity returns. She shoots up angrily, almost knocking Wanda to the floor, Wanda squirms to stand up, her body still pretty weak. Agatha stumbles, leaning against the counter, she’s probably weak as well.

“How the fuck did you manage do that? All I asked was for you to channel it, not try to exact your renege on the fucking place!” Agatha practically yells, rubbing her face. She starts glancing around frantically, likely in search of Senor Scratchy.

Wanda stammers, guilt tightening in her gut. “I—I didn't know—it was an accident! I lost control!” She takes her crown off, staring at it with dismay.

“Yeah, the fuck you did! I knew you needed help, but this—” Agatha laughs mirthlessly. “This is fucked. You’re fucked, Wanda!” she runs her hands through impossibly and beautifully  messy hair.

At this point, Wanda can feel wetness on her flushed cheeks. She sniffles, aggressively wiping her tears as she bites her lip. “For a second I had it under control—”

Agatha gestures wildly to the destroyed wall. “You call this ‘under control’?! We could have died if I hadn’t pulled us away!” Agatha raises her voice some more, something tells Wanda that something is off with Agatha, something more than just her almost dying.

Wanda feels so, so weak. She lost control, and now she has to face the consequences. She doesn't understand why Agatha’s words affect her so deeply. Maybe it's because there's an undeniable truth lining every word. Maybe it's because she got to see how much of a danger she is again.

“I... I know. I'm sorry! I—I don't know what happened. One minute I was doing fine, then the next...” Wanda gazes wordlessly at the scorched wall, her eyes filled with sorrow and regret.

What if she was in a populated area? What death would have followed?

Agatha groans, her face etched with fury as she stalks up to Wanda, their chests almost touching. “You can't do anything right can you, hot shot?! It's like you don't even want to see your scarlet spawn!”

Everything falls silent. At least, it does for Wanda. The only sound is Agatha’s heavy, angry breathing. Wanda stares into Agatha’s livid eyes, and then realization sets in. Agatha clenches her jaw and fists, aware of the weight of her words.

…What did she just say?...

Something inside Wanda switches, like a light turning on, she feels utter rage and sadness. Her irises glow a dangerous red, unshed tears brimming in her eyes, her magic making them shimmer. Her hair begins to flow as if caught in an ethereal breeze. She stalks closer to Agatha, who suddenly looks pained. Agatha’s face turns a shade of purple as she claws at her throat, gasping for air, as if invisible hands are squeezing it. She stumbles back, hitting the counter, still struggling to breathe.

Wanda moves closer until their chests almost touch. “Don’t... Don’t you ever doubt my love and devotion to my children. I would fucking kill and die for them. You have no idea what it's like.” Wanda states, emotion etched into every syllable. Wanda releases her grip, and Agatha collapses in front of her, coughing and gasping for air, gripping the counter for support. She looks up at Wanda, with rage and... fear?

“You don't know what I know,” Agatha manages to say between coughs.

“I don't want to. I don't want to know what goes on in that sick mind of yours..” Wanda’s voice is calm but firm, tears still fall from her eyes. She raises her hand lazily, and the destroyed wall begins to repair itself, the pieces of scorched wood reassembling and restoring the cabin to its previous state. She gives Agatha one last assessing glare. The younger woman  teleports away.

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Wanda reappears in her bedroom, her heart still pounding with adrenaline and rage. She collapses onto her bed, her body trembling. She had lost control again, but this time it wasn’t just power—it was pure, unfiltered emotion. She clutches her pillow, tears streaming down her face.

She hurt Agatha on purpose… but it didn't completely feel like her. Yes, it was her rage, but… something was off.

[watch-out-it-bites]

Miette had a wretched dream last night

It was a cold night. There was fencing. I could feel whispering above us, there was nothing there though. We were looking for a place to stay the night since two of our friends were already dead and we were scared. Suddenly a weird shack grows out of the ground involving time magic bullshit? It was an open shack, no doors. We entered. The only thing to luminate the place was a single light bulb in the center of the room and the oddly bright moon (it was very close for some reason)

There was a little bit of fencing to keep us from falling, and in the center of the lower floor was an elevator. The sides of the room had giant holes (sort of) filled with water(? It was pitch black but a liquid. I just assumed it was dirty.)

The elevator was nonfunctioning for now. The place was entirely made of wood. The first to die was VB, who stepped on a wood panel and got their foot caught in it. We tried to pull them out, but something pulled them under and through the wood. So that was another dead, no fun. We were all offput, however, not mourning. You don't really mourn in dreams anyway.

I dont really remember what happened next, but crimas noticed something across the water, some sorta mechanical thingy. He fell into the water(?), but lived, and went ahead to the mechanism. Elevator on! He went back across, and we all hoped onto the elevator. Crimas and Mimesy made small talk, though I don't remember what it was over.

The elevator goes down, upon exiting we are surrounded by meat, glowy dust, and roots. I don't remember if we reacted to this. Mimesy had a candlestick and I had a lantern (Where we got these? Who knows!) Crimas was coughing now and we kept hearing footsteps, hooves, and meaty sounds.

There were two exits. North and east. We all decided to go north, this hallway was made of glass. We could see the dirt and faces. It was scary and it was dark. We enter a room made of stone with candles around it. The room was covered in censorships/pixelated stuff? And we didn't notice it at first because we were focusing on the stuff around us but directly in front of us there was something watching. It was singing and we couldn't tell, a low horn. It was weird. It was terrifying

Oh yeah there was also a pedestal.

It had many legs and I refuse to draw its actual eyes.

But so it sort of twisted its was out of that hole in the wall and looked down at us as we were frozen in fear. It was so quiet aside from that.

So we ran! And it chased, we ran back, through the east which somehow turned us further north?? And directions were getting weird, we were in a narrow part of the cave, trying to slide past the wall when crimas just. Got DRAGGED back by the creature and disappeared. SO now it was just me and mimesy. The creature was so quiet compared to us, all we could do was run. Every so often it made a tapping sound(?) As past all of its extra legs it had one pair of hooves. I tried to throw my lantern at it but that didn't really work because it was stuck to my hand somehow?? But we kept running and running. And we found a door! We opened the door, slamming it shut on the creature. Turning around was a pitch black room. It was moist. We could hear the creature on the other side humming. There was a thin layer of that water from earlier. Mimesy was dragged into the water, leaving only a candlestick.

This room had no blood like the others. It was just weirdly moist and creepy. However, I wasn't allowed to look at the ceiling. I knew I couldn't. It would take me out of the dream. I would've been scared.

So I kept walking through the water. Soon there was none. And I found a door.

Opening the door, i was met with a car. Two, a red one and a silver one. There was an open door on the other side that I hadn't noticed yet. It seemed I was in a store now. I look at the car and. I start panicking. I realize I can see my reflection in it, I back away and through the open door, only to realize I'm in a mirror store. Well. Grand SCALLOPing luck, I suppose. I cover my eyes because it's not a good idea to see yourself in dreams or something! Upon the littlest sight of my reflection, I woke up.

Man, that was a dream. Sorry that yall died.

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cosplay plans for the next 6-12 months

Rose City Comic Con is in 6 months, and next ECCC is 12 months away, so here's the stuff I have planned for the next year. A bunch of repairs and improvements, one old project that I still want to finish, and two (related) new projects that I just came up with in the last day or two.

Repairs & Improvements

Star Lord armour: - Test magnets as the new armour-to-bodysuit attachment method. - Assuming the magnets work, install a whole lotta magnets. - Replace/Repair the shoulder clip that's missing half the clip. - Super glue the velcro to the head piece. - Adjust boots to fit over running shoes. (And you thought the two boot adjustments I've done were the end of it! LOL.)

Paladin armour: - Figure out how to fix up the shoulders. (I could just adjust the positioning of the left one, but I'm considering permanently attaching the superstructure to the substructure. The only problem with that is that they will take up roughly 3x as much space in my luggage at a result, so I have to ponder.) - Put a clear coat on all the armour parts. - Repair the chipped paint on the shoe armour. - Install rubber/foam edges on the leg armour to hopefully prevent further shoe armour damage. - Add moar magnets to the flames so that they stay on better. - Make a mechanical attachment for the belt piece (the magnets work, but fall off way too easy--I'll relax more wearing it if its more secure).

Green Lantern - Eventually, remake the boots. Again. Don't get me wrong, I think they turned out well given the rush, but I can do better. - Replace the gloves. They're getting a bit tattered. - Possibly remake the pants. Honestly, they're too small. I can squeeze into them, but they kind of... slide down during the day. But if I'm really lucky, by the time I get around to doing this, it won't be necessary anymore. (Unlikely, but hey, you never know.)

In Progress (generalized points, as this is a long term project and I don't see the point of listing every tiny step separately at this stage)

Tron armour: - Finish making the helmet. - Probably re-make the bottom part of the boots. I can't recall which shoe I made it for. - Test the fit of the rest of the armour and adjust as needed. (I've gained weight since making it originally.) - Figure out the attachments. Never did get these working to my satisfaction, although I have a vague memory of what I planned to try after attempt #1 failed. - Determine amount of EL wire needed for the lighting / Figure out EL wire mounting strategy. Order & Install EL wire. - Make the undersuit. - Figure out how not to die of heat exhaustion while wearing a full body vinyl undersuit and a a near full body armour, including helmet, made out of layers of plastic and foam and absolutely covered in lighting.

New Projects (generalized as above)

Project #1: Captain Marvel leather jacket. Yes, I know people sell various versions. No, I don't like any of those enough to buy them. My sewing skills are very limited, so this will be a long term project involving a lot of test/learning stages.

Project #2: Captain Marvel armour. Yes, I like the design enough to make this sucker twice in two different styles. The armour would be EVA foam, not worbla. I've never worked in EVA foam before, but I've worked with other types of foam, and I've done armour generally. I still expect a learning curve, but I'm much more comfortable with this project than with Project #1.

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Fauna of the Coral Lowlands

In this post I'll talk about all the enemies, creatures and other critters you can find in the Coral Lowlands, a region located in the lower left part of the Depths, right beneath the Gerudo Desert.

Please tap on the images for a better quality.

At first, we have the Guardian of the Lightroot of this region: the Ceratitan. I'll talk more about its battle in the structure post, here I'll talk only about the creature itself. It lives in lakes that are all connected below the surface. With its strong arms it'll grab onto walls underwater with only its lantern looking out. This will attract prey which it then attacks and eats.

If defeated it'll drop a new item called "Ceratitan Lantern". Can be fused to weapons and cooked for a glowing effect.

Next we have an Amplug. A slug with a shell on its back that's storing electricity and can be emitted if wanted (mostly used as a defense mechanism).

A peaceful little guy that's eating plants and plankton-like-beings that live on the ground which it consumes by sliding over it.

Next we have a Biri. Already known from other games such as OoT and TP. They'll fly around in small groups in the Coral Lowlands. They look really pretty in the air, especially when they are communicating with each other, as their eyes will glow and fade in a lot of different colors.

The few people who've seen this phenomenon describe it as the northern lights of the Depths.

Last but not least, we have the Nerup. A far relative from the Pyrup, adapted to the live below the surface in the Depths.

There's a theory that says that when many male Nerups gather around one female due for breeding, that they'll merge together and become one huge Ceratitan.

Take it with a grain of salt as no one has ever witnessed this as it still is only a theory.

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That's it so far for the Coral Lowlands Fauna. If you've got questions I'll gladly answer them! May it be via comment, tag or ask!

Link to the Depths Redesign Masterpost

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this persons version of the take is pretty bad, but i think a weakened version has a point. I feel that there is some missed potential with some of the new things. Fishes are a cool added mob because you can capture them and integrate them in your build in like aquariums and stuff. Bees bring really cool mechanics around getting honey and honey itself is awesome because its so different (you can slide down it, put it next to slime, etc). Pillagers added raids as a completely new thing which is majorly awesome (even if it can be annoying sometimes). Meanwhile pandas just kinda sit there without much possible interaction. They sit around and look cute, which is cool, but thats kinda it. Something similar can be said about copper when it was initially added, where you could use it to make the spyglass and the lightning rod and as a building material. Granted copper is a really really cool building material with the whole aging mechanic, but considering how much copper you get while mining, it'd be cool for it to have interactions even when you dont use it as a main part of the build. Since then, Mojang has slowly added more uses for copper, which I think is great.

I think I kinda lost my point somewhere in that oration. What I think is that new features and resources aren't integrated into the game well enough. Iron has a ton of uses because it was added so early. You use it for armour, for tools, to make iron golems, to make lanterns, for a variety of building blocks, for anvils, for new redstone components, etc. Unfortunately it appears that Mojang is following a philosophy where you should be able to ignore everything added after 1.9 if you want. You can't change an old recipe that didn't include copper to include copper now, etc. So it takes ages for enough new stuff to be added so that you can do stuff with your things.

I think I lost my point again, I just kinda wish minecraft incentivized you more to use its new things, which brings us back to the intrinsic vs. extrinsic motivation thing, but i would say it would improve minecraft for new items to be instrumental goals. You like building/redstone/exploring? Well, you're probably still going to get resources for a good pickaxe because that helps you with that. Same with elytra. Elytra is a great example for an item that is useful to every kind of player in some way. It's not quested anywhere that you should go get the elytra, but it's probably useful to you no matter your playstyle so there is an incentive to get one, which means players that might not go to the end otherwise might go and experience a whole aspect of the game they wouldn't have without that incentive.

I'm sorry, this whole thing is kind of rambley, I have lots of thoughts about minecraft and they're hard to word. Also tbh none of this is too big of an issue because modding exists. I think copper should have more applications? I can get Create. I think amethyst should have more applications? I can get Hex Casting. etc. It's kinda awesome how the playerbase can take things Mojang added without many functions and use those as a jumping off point.

I am starting to notice this post isn't actually directly advocating for any position. I like the way Minecraft is and I think updates generally bring it in a good direction.

A lot of "Minecraft is BAD" videos are really annoying because, like, there's actually a lot of things that could use fixing, yes, but you're just trying to turn this into 3D Terraria. I think a lot of people who make these videos forget that most Minecraft players are intrinsically motivated, rather than extrinsically. It's a sandbox game at heart, the vanilla experience does not need highly-controlled level progression.

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Can You Get Blinds for Roof Lanterns?

When it comes to improving the aesthetics and capability of your private home, roof lanterns are an wonderful addition. 

These fashionable architectural capabilities carry in herbal mild, create a sense of openness and increase the overall environment of your space. However, along with their many blessings, there additionally comes the query: are you able to get blinds for roof lanterns? 

If you’re additionally asking this query then you definitely re within the proper region! In this article, we’ll discover roof lantern blinds in addition to the kinds, significance of them, elements to do not forget when browsing and FAQs that will help you make a more knowledgeable selection. 

The importance of blinds for roof lanterns 

While roof lanterns provide splendid lighting and an open experience, they can once in a while additionally invite immoderate heat, glare and compromise privacy. 

This is wherein roof lantern blinds step in as a essential answer. They offer manage over light exposure, temperature regulation and privateness control, permitting you to revel in the blessings of roof lanterns with out experiencing any of the downsides. 

Types of blinds for roof lantern uk

Here are the most popular kinds of blinds on the subject of roof lanterns:

Manual blinds 

Manual blinds provide simplicity and affordability. They’re operated by hand, normally with a pull wire or wand mechanism. While they provide primary mild manipulate, they may not be as convenient for hard-to-reach roof lanterns and lantern roof light. 

Motorised or remote-controlled blinds

For added convenience and accessibility, motorised or faraway controlled blinds are an great choice. These current blinds can be controlled with a faraway, phone app, or included right into a home automation gadget, presenting handy adjustment with a hint of a button. 

Different materials and styles 

Roof lantern blinds are available in diverse substances and patterns, catering to extraordinary choices and desires. From sheer fabrics for subtle mild to blackout substances for whole darkness and from smooth current designs to greater conventional patterns, there’s a various range to suit each kind of indoors decor. 

We also provide finance alternatives for maximum of our products, consisting of roof lanterns. 

Factors to recollect when deciding on roof lantern blinds

Before deciding on blinds for your roof lanterns, we propose thinking about the following several factors: 

Size and Shape: 

Ensure the blinds in shape the particular dimensions and form of your roof lantern appropriately. 

Functionality: 

Decide whether manual or motorised blinds in shape your convenience and utilization patterns. 

Material and Style: 

Choose a material and fashion that aligns together with your aesthetic possibilities and light manage requirements. 

Installation: 

Consider the benefit of set up and whether or not expert assistance might be important. 

Although we don’t provide roof lantern blinds for our lovely range of roof lanterns, one way to offer more privacy can be via surely selecting a blue or neutral tinted glass option, as this can assist to reduce the glass transparency a little. 

(If you’re also inquisitive about blinds for Bi-folding doorways, Sliding doors and home windows, we’d virtually advise taking a observe our Integral Blinds in Glass alternative. Integral blinds are a current and fashionable opportunity to conventional window coverings, presenting a unique mixture of aesthetics, functionality and comfort.) 

How lots are roof lantern blinds? 

The value of roof lantern blinds can vary drastically based on more than one elements which includes size, fabric, style and whether they’re guide or motorised. 

Generally, prices can range from around some hundred pounds to £1,500. 

For a greater accurate estimate, it’s really useful to seek advice from vendors or producers who can offer tailored fees based for your specific requirements and alternatives. 

Looking for data regarding the cost of roof lanterns? If so, check out our ‘How Much are Roof Lanterns?’ article.

All our Atlas Roof Lanterns include an electric powered vent choice, if you need a lantern that provides additional ventilation. 

Invest in roof lanterns with GFD Homes these days 

Here at GFD Homes, we recognize the importance of choosing a roof lantern that now not handiest offers more than a few blessings but additionally seamlessly enhances your own home’s aesthetics. 

Our famous choice of roof lanterns simplest encompass the ones that have been crafted with an eye for exquisite design and advanced best. These lanterns don’t just deliver in herbal light; they end up a focal point, adding architectural beauty and improving the atmosphere of your area. 

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With meticulous attention to detail, our roof lanterns are designed to harmonise effortlessly with various architectural staples, ensuring a super match for your house’s particular individual and elevating its visible attraction. 

If you’d like to browse our roof lantern series, click on right here to go to our website. 

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GRIME Definitive Edition Review (Switch eShop)

Captured on Nintendo Swap (Docked)One of the best factor we will ever say a couple of sport is that we wished to maintain enjoying it on our personal time after we’ve wrapped up a evaluation. We want we might let you know that’s the case with Grime. It needs to be; there’s a very nice Souls-inspired Metroidvania right here. However a variety of technical features flip what needs to be a chip off the ol’ block into a very rocky time. And never in a enjoyable manner. Grime Definitive Version is the long-awaited Swap port of Grime, which launched on PC in 2021. The Definitive Version contains the entire beforehand launched DLC, in addition to the brand new, remaining Parting Shade DLC to cap all the things off. In case you’ve by no means performed Grime, it combines the 2D side-scrolling, platforming, and exploration of a Metroidvania sport with the construction of a Soulslike. You play as a newly birthed rock creature with a black gap for a head (sure, we're critical) who finds itself known as to the height of the world. Grime’s story has a easy setup, but it surely goes to some actually attention-grabbing locations, and doles out extra data rigorously. We had been all the time fairly compelled by what was taking place, which is spectacular when your protagonist is a personality with a black gap for a head. However we had been all the time looking out for the subsequent clue or character as we explored the world.

Captured on Nintendo Swap (Docked) And what a surreal world it's. Creatures manufactured from stone, mind-bending monstrosities, and much and many bizarre in a fractured, brutal world with some completely loopy environments. All in a day's work for a Soulslike or a Metroidvania, actually, but it surely’s price noting how wild, ingenious, and infrequently horrifying Grime’s world and the creatures that inhabit it are, whether or not you’re spelunking in underground caves and preventing a creature that throws its personal rocky eyeballs at you or operating into odd little rock dudes who simply wanna make artwork so that they don’t have to consider The Horrors. There’s all kinds of Messed Up on show. This isn’t for the faint of coronary heart. As you trek by means of the Grime’s ruined world, you’ll battle enemies with quite a lot of weapons that mutate relying on how you utilize them. Swords, axes, bizarre mystical lanterns, we’ve acquired all of it, people. However what makes your rock creature distinctive is, as we stated earlier, his noggin is a singularity. Killing issues on the earth sucks up their Mass, which you'll spend to enhance our rocky protagonist. However that’s not all! You should utilize your black gap head to parry assaults, which offers huge quantities of injury, usually killing your foes and sucking up their Mass outright. Parrying is crucial in Grime since you’ll want it to slide previous the defenses of sure enemies, but it surely additionally restores Breath, Grime’s Estus Flask-esque therapeutic mechanic, which you’ll must survive.

Captured on Nintendo Swap (Docked) Mix all that with the distinctive features of every weapon, Focus (a stamina meter that determines how usually you may sprint, assault, and so forth), and the platforming features of a Metroidvania, and Grime sports activities a quick, flashy fight system with a superb stability of danger and reward. Understanding when to dodge and when to parry is crucial, however if you nail down every enemy’s distinctive assault timings, you’ll stream from one enemy to the subsequent like water. Don’t get too cocky, although. Grime is a punishing sport. A single hit from a daily enemy can take a superb chunk of your well being, and you may’t begin rebuilding Breath till you’ve spent it, making it very simple to go from, “I've full well being and all the things’s superb” to “Wow, I’m tremendous lifeless” with out getting an opportunity to heal. Grime can also be a lot stingier with Surrogates, massive rocks that heal you (and reset all of the world’s enemies, referred to as Prey), so backtracking can also be fairly widespread. Fortunately, Grime doesn’t take your Mass away if you die. You simply pop again up on the final Surrogate you used, no worse for put on… which is nice, given how punishing it may be. Leveling up usually isn’t sufficient to simply get you previous no matter’s been taking you out — the enhancements are often marginal — but it surely does assist. Success, nevertheless, will imply studying the ins and outs of every Prey.

Captured on Nintendo Swap (Docked) This looks like a superb time to speak about Grime’s boss fights, that are distinctive, expansive affairs that may problem all the things you’ve discovered about an space earlier than shifting on. These fights could be robust — a few of them took us a number of makes an attempt — however they by no means really feel unfair. And it was often a lightbulb second, or a query like, “Huh, I'm wondering if I can parry that?” that led us to victory. Grime additionally nails the traversal and improve features a superb Metroidvania wants, rewarding you with new methods to get round and providing tons of hidden paths and secrets and techniques to seek out. Even one thing so simple as opening up a brand new shortcut feels actually satisfying. Grime could be punishing, however when all of it comes collectively, it feels nice. The issue with the Swap model isn’t a design concern - it’s a technical one. This port is, to be frank, fairly dangerous. We’re speaking body drops, stuttering, loading mid-combat or platforming, lengthy load occasions in random locations (like opening a menu, switching menu tabs, reviving after dying, or utilizing a Surrogate to purchase upgrades), muddy or lacking textures, complete in-game objects phasing out of existence, and maybe worst of all, noticeable enter lag.

Captured on Nintendo Swap (Docked) That Grime has this many points at what appears to be like to be round 720p whereas docked is just unacceptable in an motion sport the place a couple of frames of enter delay could be the distinction between nailing a parry and dying. We died much more than we must always have due to these technical points, and these issues, that are fixed, drag down the expertise considerably. Fortunately, we observed fewer issues whereas enjoying the sport in handheld mode, the place it runs considerably higher. The one downside right here is that Grime is a darkish sport, and it may be tough to see what’s occurring, particularly in case your Swap doesn’t have an OLED display screen. You’re damned should you play Grime docked, and damned should you don’t. Finally, we’d suggest enjoying docked until you could have an OLED, however simply barely.

Conclusion

Grime is a lovely, well-designed, difficult sport with a ton of content material, but it surely runs extraordinarily poorly on Swap, to the extent that it’s onerous to suggest this model of the sport if you may get it on one other platform. It’s disappointing, as a result of Grime does a lot proper, and developer Clover Chew has clearly put a number of love into it over time. However all of that love can’t save an motion sport that simply doesn’t run nicely. On this style, that’s a deal-breaker. It’s a disgrace Grime’s Swap debut is so rocky, as a result of enjoying as a rock creature with a black gap doubling as its skull is absolutely cool. Don’t get us improper: Grime is playable on Swap, however till (or if) issues get ironed out with updates, this brutal world is one you would possibly need to keep away from. Source link Read the full article

[unboundtravels]

Metallic scraping echoes out before fading into a whooshing and groaning, as a soft pale light flickers in the air. Eventually, a wooden police box solidifies under the lantern, and once the box is fully solidified, the doors swing open and the scruffy timelord swings his head out. Exhaling, he exits, hands in his pockets before he peeks down the door. "Right!" He eventually claps, "This should be the right place." He starts walking toward the nearest door, "Nightshift on a Federation ship should be the easiest place to raid." He exhales, clearing his throat as he turns to face Nina.

"But! We're only raiding their liquor cabinet." This was a beer run, that he was entertaining at the behest of both Nina and their mutual friend. Unfortunately, he doesn't have any money. So, raiding an exploration cruiser's galley during the ship's nightshift was probably the easiest way to get it, "Now, the holodeck is the only place I can materialize without being detected. It has something to do with the way their holographic generators create objects—" He kneels in front of the holodeck doors, biting on his lip lightly. They're inside the holodeck, which is out of use, so it's locked from the outside. He starts fishing the Sonic Screwdriver, "Here... Allow me—" Until he's moved out of the way.

"Nina—!! What do you think—"

"do i think? no, not really." hence the situation, of her trying to pick a lock right now! "and i don't ever plan on doing so." she mumbles whilst pulling a hair pin from between glossed lips, the same one she just bent into a better angle. "now, i'm gonna open this door and i'm gonna need you to be super quiet, okay?" a pause . . "actually, hold your breath too. if you break my focus then we might not get in, y'know?" @pinkminxed

Okay, but Nina!! All the ship's sensors are going to go off if you unlock it with a hairpin!! Wait!? Why is he thinking— He should be speaking. He moves to stand behind her, or well, within visual range. He fakes a sneeze, the Sonic Screwdriver disarming the locking mechanism just at the right moment when the lock would've been tripped. The doors slide open, revealing vanilla corridors. He gave her a pat on the back before sticking his head around the corner of the door.

"Great job, Nina!!" A hushed whisper, "Now, let's hustle... I'm sort of wanted on forty-seven different federation planets for..." He gave her a side-eyed glare, "Various things I won't air out here."

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WK 2 - Plane, Balance and Site

My materials of choice were wooden planks and I chose to manipulate those using a ban-saw, drill, hammer, chisel and sanding machine. I joined two planks by measuring on each plank a 1 inch wide x 7 inches long rectangle and used the ban-saw to cut this shape into both. I used a chisel and hammer to remove the hard to reach leftover chunks and this allowed them to join smoothly. I used a scrap semi-circle plank of wood that I found in the leftovers box and measured a similar rectangle for it to slide onto the structure. These points were a balancing act and the structure would collapse if placed on the wrong angle.

I used the drill and placed the circular extension onto it to create a hole in one of the planks. I re-used this chunk and played with balance in many ways. I manipulated the amount of light that could be projected onto the space (like an eclipse effect), I balanced it to see where its limits were and I carefully balanced it in the hole (thanks to the grit of the un-sanded edges of the circle holding it in place) then breaking this balance again with a scrap rectangle of wood. It became a 'lantern', a light work.

Workshop feedback notes

Positives:

-The projection elements (using sunlight) into the space added dimension

-The message was clear - fertility, cycles, female body, masculine vs feminine, umbilical cord connecting foetus to mother etc.

Improvements:

-Scale could be experimented with

-Experiment more with direction and line

Personal reflection

I enjoy the ephemeral aspects of my work, relying on the sun and wind (the space) to add and/or subtract. The elements of plane and balance were conceptually realised in my work as I was experimental and open to various compositions. This helped me to deduce what enhanced/subtracted from exploring plane/balance.

Enhanced

•Using the circle to manipulate the level of light projected onto the floor - high contrast effect... the space is visually interactive

•Two wooden planks intersecting - Visual portrayal of planes within a space... the skewed structure is slightly unbalanced based on its placement

•Drilling a hole in one plank - creates imbalance... ephemeral qualities of the site showcased... draws viewers eyes to one section as opposed to multiple

Subtracted

•Adding more than two planks to the main structure

•The scale could be enhanced - so it feels more immersive... allows for more interactive features

Materials: Using planks was enjoyable and easily accessible. I enjoyed (similar to steel wire) how malleable it is. However, unlike wire it requires more mechanical aids such as saws and hammers. This does introduce more violent approaches to making, which could be an exiting path to go down for later resolved works.

My approach to making was highly methodical; I carefully measured, cut and sanded my structure, hence it would be interesting to juxtapose in the future.

Artist study

Andy Goldsworthy

Image (left) sourced from: http://fineartdrawinglca.blogspot.com/2021/02/andy-goldsworthy-drawing-with-world.html

Image (right) sourced from: https://www.boredpanda.com/land-art-andy-goldsworthy/?utm_source=google&utm_medium=organic&utm_campaign=organic

Goldsworthy is the renowned ephemeral land art artist who works with extreme patience and pays attention to detail. He experiments with balance and manipulating materials to create magical compositions. Even with the wind, tide, sun, gravity and other complications, he highlights the true beauty and breathtaking capabilities that nature beholds for those with patience (Georgieva, 2021).

Christo and Jeanne-Claude

Image sourced from: https://www.artsy.net/article/artsy-editorial-understanding-christo-jeanne-claude-6-pivotal-artworks

Image sourced from: https://www.dezeen.com/2020/06/01/christo-jeanne-claude-seven-key-projects-installations-design/

This couple worked on large-scale installations that often wrapped tarps around entire buildings, filled gaps in mountain valley or surrounded islands (as pictured above). The artificially bright and shiny material diverged the man-made and natural, undoubtedly to transform our view of the world and thus our relationship with it (Aldam, 2018).

"We make beautiful things, unbelievably useless, totally unnecessary" - Christo, n.d.

References

Aldam, D. Understanding Christo and Jeanne-Claude Through 6 Pivotal Artworks. Artsy. https://www.artsy.net/article/artsy-editorial-understanding-christo-jeanne-claude-6-pivotal-artworks

Georgieva, C. (2021). Andy Goldsworthy: Drawing with the World. Blogger. http://fineartdrawinglca.blogspot.com/2021/02/andy-goldsworthy-drawing-with-world.html

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Research update- Beginning of anime

The first animated film was created in 1908 called Fantasmagorie by Emile Cohl. The film largely consists of a stick figure moving about and encountering all manner of morphing objects, such as a wine bottle that transforms into a flower.

Throughout history, anime has been a huge part of Japan's culture. This history can be traced back to the start of the 20th century, with the earliest verifiable films dating from 1912. Japan already had a rich tradition of entertainment: colourful painted figures move across the screen in utsushi-e, a Japanese type of magic lantern show popular in the 19th century. Utsushi-e showmen used mechanical slides and developed lightweight wooden projectors that were handheld so that several performers could each control the motions of different projected figures. 

Later on the next generation of animators came across in the late 1910s, including Ōten Shimokawa, Jun'ichi Kōuchi and Seitaro Kitayama, commonly referred to as the father of anime.

Since my main topic is regarding problems in animation, i mainly focused on the problems. I had already spoke about some of the problems in the animation industry, but i was asked to look more into it. Let's look from a different side, the “animator” side in this topic. This role is huge, the studio/industry depends on the animator and his skill. A main goal animators try to reach is the feedback they get. Consider the amount of work they put in to a particular episode or scene and don't get the proper recognition or feedback leading them to be dissatisfied with their skill. Most animators experience creative blocks where they struggle to come up with new ideas for their work. This can lead animators to drain out with the work. But considering all these problems they still have the passion to continue their work giving out amazing results.