#nikola layouts

[poemsforay]

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello Im happy your request box is open again. Can I request yandere ror x kagaya ubuyashiki!reader?

Ubuyashiki family is known for their soothing personality and presence, causing everyone who listen to them feel at ease and they show respect at the family especially to the leader. The yandere characters are not an exception and they fall hard to the reader. They want to protect her also because she has sickness/curse. Its your choice what will happen in the story.

Gods are odin, thor, loki, poseidon,hades, hermes, heracles

Humans are lubu, qin shi huang, jack the ripper and nikola tesla you can add adam but yandere platonic

-When the gods and warriors of humanity had been invited to meet with the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps, after demons led by Muzan invaded Valhalla, they didn’t know what type of person to expect.

-Many thought being the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps, after meeting many of the corps members and the strongest of the bunch, by the title of Hashira, that you were going to be a fearsome warrior, one that drove fear into the hearts of many.

-They were not expecting you, a petite little female, wearing a beautiful dark green yukata with a haori covered in fall maple leaves all over it, being guided in by your much younger siblings.

-The curse that had taken you when you were alive on earth was still apparent on your otherwise beautiful skin, covering your eyes, leaving you completely blind. While you were no longer in pain due to this curse, as you died in your prime, shortly after your eyes were taken, you still carried the curse and were weak as a result.

-Due to your curse, you never had children, it wasn’t safe to do so, but your younger siblings who you died protecting before they followed, were still young enough to be safe from the curse, and they would never be infected as they couldn’t age.

-All members of your corps, including the Hashira, all kneeled, bowing their heads to you, greeting you as the leader and your guests were all quite surprised to see that you were the leader.

-Despite not being a warrior yourself, the warriors under your care and guidance, and Kojiro, a longtime friend of yours, all treated you with so much respect that it was a little unnerving.

-Your voice was gentle, like a ringing bell, it was smooth and calming, “Thank you all for coming, Rengoku, you were the one who came on behalf of these warriors, you may lead this discussion.”

-Rengoku bowed his head to you as your little sisters helped you kneel down onto your floor pillow before they sat on their own pillows behind you.

-You mostly listened, hearing your corps members talking about where the demons had been spotted while the gods and warriors provided layout information of the different pantheons and more information about where the demons are attacking.

-When things started to get heated you lifted a hand and instantly your demon slayers went silence, bowing in apology as you spoke, your voice soothing, “Anger will solve nothing my dear ones, it will only lead to more problems. We’ve been discussing things for a few hours now. Everyone is dismissed for a break.”

-Your corps members thanked you, not willing to argue but Zeus approached you, sitting nearby, “Wouldn’t it be wiser to continue and wrap things up?” you looked in his direction, your smile soft, “I know you and many others, myself included, would like to have a solution to everything at the moment. But taking a break and getting some to eat would refresh our bodies and minds and make it easier to think more clearly.”

-He chuckled softly, stroking his beard, “You are young, but you are very wise. Very well, we shall take a break.”

-The room quickly became quieter as everyone left to go get something to eat or rest and you dismissed your sisters to do the same, Tanjiro beaming at you saying that he would take them with him, Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Nezuko, which you smiled softly at, thanking him.

-Once everyone seemed to be gone, you turned your head to the side, “Are you not going with them?”

-He flinched, surprised that you had sensed him so easily as he stood and approached, taking a seat in front of you.

-He was silent for only a moment, “How did you sense me so easily?” you smiled gently, it looked so beautiful, “Losing one of my senses years ago helped me train my others to be more sensitive.” He nodded softly, not bothered before he asked you more questions, asking about the corps and how it was that you were the leader when you were so young. He felt a sort of pull to you, wanting to protect you, keep you safe, you seemed so helpless, but he knew you were anything but. His desire only seemed to grow when he asked why you weren’t married and you gave a soft, humorless giggle, “Not many want to marry a woman who is doomed to die from her curse. I can’t even have children safely without risking myself or the child. I was unmarried on earth, and here I remain the same.” His eyes instantly hardened, feeling anger for you before taking the plunge, “Would you marry me?” you were honestly stunned, lifting a hand to your face, “Oh my- you’re quite bold aren’t you. Please don’t tease me like th-” his hands cupped your own between his, “I’m not joking, I would love you, Y/N. I don’t care if you can’t have children, I only want to love you and be at your side.” your cheeks warmed, turning red as you pulled back, your free hand lifting to hide your mouth, “Hearing you actually say it is so different than seeing it in a precognition vision.” He chuckled softly, relaxing, remembering Brunnhilde mentioning that you were able to see glimpses of the future. His hand was gentle, holding your own, stroking the back of your hand gently as you gave him a small nod, which made him inhale deeply, feeling overwhelmed with happiness, but did nothing other than lifting your hand to his lips, pecking the back of it as he made a promise to make you happy. You knew he was telling the truth, he was going to make you so happy, if he survived your Hashira who were rather protective over you.

            -Odin, Poseidon, Hermes, Thor, Lu Bu, Hades, and Jack

-He chuckled softly as he stood, coming over, “You’re quite sharp, aren’t you?” you smiled gently as he took a seat beside you, to look out at the garden, “I could hear your breathing. Having lost my sight helped me strengthen my ears.” He chuckled warmly but nodded softly, not that you could see it, “You’re pretty amazing, Y/N, I hope you know that.” His words took you a bit by surprise, “Oh- you’re very sweet. Thank you.” He chuckled again before speaking, his tone a bit more serious, “But I’m serious, you’re fighting a curse but still leading all of your warriors, and you’re even leading us. You’re so calm!” You felt the breeze drift in from the garden, bring the scent of flowers with it, “A gentle breeze brings no damage, it only soothes, while a gale will only bring destruction and anger. Anger will solve nothing, it will only bring more problems, that’s why I try to keep others calm.” He chuckled softly, putting a hand on your own, surprising you, “Yeah, I get that, and you do it so well. Just sitting here with you, I feel so at ease, it’s almost like we’re married!” you smiled softly, reaching a hand over to his cheek, cupping it after you touched it, “You wouldn’t want to marry someone like me, I can’t even see you, and I can’t have children. You should be with someone who makes you happy.” His hand gripped your own, holding it gently, “That’s for me to decide, Y/N, and you make me happy, I don’t care about having children if I can just be with you.” You were stunned by his words but smiled softly, your eyes closing, “You’re very sweet.” He chuckled warmly, keeping ahold of your hand, but you did nothing to pull it away, it felt so warm, and you felt happy. You could feel what he was feeling, you felt so at ease.

-Loki, Hercules, Nikola, and Qin Shi Huang

[uncannylesbianism]

FINALLY I GOT TO CHANGE MY LAYOUT TO NIKOLA BECAUSE I FINISHED MAG 97 LAST NIGHT!!!!!

I Feel The Power Coursing Through Me.

[reimenaashelyee]

The World in Deeper Inspection UPDATE Read: (Chapter 1: Pages 25 to 28)

About the comic

Grimsley seeks out the advice of his begrudging ally Nikolas, who goes on a long rant.

Some lettering improvements mainly.

The most dense layout with regards to lettering. It was a challenge to reconfigure the flow of the layout, but I certainly had the benefit of hindsight. When I was doing this spread originally in 2013, I drew the panels as separate pieces without any consideration for how the dialogue would fit into the negative spaces and around the characters. The dialogue was an afterthought.

For the 2023 layout, the dialogue flow is still the same – what’s better now is that the composition and characters are all in keeping with the flow. Grimsley’s fancy flourish brackets his gleeful response in the first panel; the third panel’s composition is flipped and zoomed out to provide more negative space for the dialogue; the tower in the third panel is also working as a physical delineation – similar to a paragraph break – between Grimsley’s retort and Nikolas’ rant; and everything and everyone’s been shuffled a little to the left or right or wherever they needed to go.

[theleotorrio]

Trick or treat! <3

Hello, hello, I am sorry, that this took too long. Here, have a little Helen/Nikola ish snippet from the (so far not existing) series 'Midnights', from the story 'Labyrinth'.

"Oh no" Helen all buy whispered into the empty space of her office, as the realization washed over her. Before she had any more time to spiral further, a voice from her left brought her back to reality.

"Oh no, what?", asked Nigel from the door, layout plans in his hands,"Is something going wrong with the tunnel system? Any annoying contractors being useless for the underground place? Nikola being a pain?"

"No, no. Everything down here is working according to plan", Helen assured him. She was very grateful to have her friend down here with her during her second turn through history, it made the silence a little more manageable.

"And Nikola has been not more than usual"

Nigel suddenly cooed, looking at her like a cat that got the canary.

"It's been a while since I've seen that face, now that you're all grown up. It is finally happening, isn't it?"

At the sudden change in topic, Helen was left confused, "What is?"

"You're falling in love with him"

"I am not!", she replied way too fast and too loud, very well aware she was lying through her teeth. If Nigels playful expression wad anything to go by, so did he. It made her falter a little. Also, they were friends, why shouldn't she talk to him about it? He had been there for everything after all.

"I hadn't realised how much I missed him until I saw him again. And how much I am missing the person I know he'll become", she relented.

Nigel's face had morphed into something warmer, even as the playfulness stayed, "Oh you are totally falling in love with him"

There was a short moment, the turmoil from before Nigel haf entered the room coming back.

"Yeah", Helen whispered.

'Oh no'

[taocc-updates]

TAOCC but it’s 14 by Peter Clines because I am NOT NORMAL ABOUT 14

After all being offered what might be the lowest apartment rent in LA, a group of mismatched tenants start noticing some weird stuff about their new home. Bright green cockroaches with too many legs, a wall that’s freezing cold, apartments that are huge or have weird layouts, complex population calculations and circuitry below the painted walls, a massive geothermal generator miles below the ground, and whatever’s going on with the completely blocked off Apartment number 14.

CAST:

(If you’re wondering why they’re all so random, that was on purpose)

-Tennants-

Nathan “Nate” Tucker: Caleb A very normal guy with a very boring job in Data Entry in LA. After being offered an apartment for a ridiculously low rate, he moves into the Kavach Building. He ends up as the impromptu leader of the tenants, who slowly shift from a vaguely acquainted group of random people to a makeshift apocalypse prevention team.

Malavika "Veek" Vishwanath: Felicia A woman who works from home as a “call center employee”. In actuality, hacking and web investigation pays the bills. She’s closed-off and snarky, but does care for the group. She ends up with Caleb by the end.

Xela (Zeila?? Literally what is this girl’s name): Conny A bubbly, blue-haired Artist with massive social anxiety and a liking for the Greek Mythos. Has a large snarky streak, meaning she tends to bicker with Felicia.

Roger: Starro A outgoing wannabe actor who is stuck in set design. He does like his job, even if it isn’t his dream. Says “dude” a lot and has a hopeless crush on Conny.

Tim Farr: Charles A “retired publisher” who knows way too much about survival and has an arsenal of weapons big and varied enough to rival a police station. Turns out, his “publishing job” was probably the CIA. He’s being tracked by a PI because of his past.

Debbie: Elysia A very quiet ballet dancer who’s getting a degree in biology. She’s a good baker and very sweet, although she doesn’t handle the dangers of the Kavach building very well. At least she has her husband around.

Clive: Blaze A self-employed carpenter and the third guy who knows how to use power tools in the building. He’s upbeat and a bit dumb, but beloved by and super supportive of everyone.

Mandy: Umbra A nervous wreck who wants NOTHING and I mean NOTHING to do with the group’s investigations. Period. She ends up getting dragged into it anyways.

Ms. Linda(?) Knight: Sun The oldest tenant and everyone’s favorite snarky grandma. Nobody is spared. She also gets thrown into space. No, you don’t get context for that.

Oskar: Jacob The kind but a bit intimidating manager for the Kavach building. Very German. He knows both more and less than he’s letting on. Keeps telling everyone to stop investigating the horrors, to literally no success.

Andrew: Vamp A cleanly dressed member of some congregation. Everyone assumes she’s hardcore Mormon or something. But it gets more and more apparent as time goes on that whatever she worships, it sure isn’t a god we’re familiar with.

-The Cool Old People-

Alexander Kotorovich (please tell me I spelled that right): Dusk Saw beyond the veil, single-handedly figuring out the interdimensional threat to the world. She was called crazy, but she was right, and with her colleagues, she created the Kavach building. She died brutally inside the machine that she adored in the 1800’s.

Nikola Tesla yes that Nikola Tesla: Dialtone Dusk’s business partner and one of the people who helped turn her ideas into a physical reality.

W.P. (I can’t remember his name help): Uhhhhh like freaking Abayomi or smth Funded the Kavach building. He told his grandson (H.P. Lovecraft, yes THAT H.P. Lovecraft) the stories of Dusk’s theories after being minorly traumatized. Poor guy.

-the Horrors-

The Great Old One (“The Squale”): Clown Termed “the Squale (squid-whale)” by Conny in an attempt to make it less threatening. Whatever it is, it really wants worship and to eat all of humanity. The Kavach building is the only thing standing in its way.

The Kavach Building: It’d be really silly if it was House A huge machine created by Dusk, Dialtone, and Abayomi. Not alive in the original, buuuut heck why not make it House. It is benevolent, and saves the world every second that it exists. It is studied closely by the government and the manager. The control center is in Blaze and Elysia’s room, and apartment 14 just straight up leads to deep space as a counterweight for all of the dimension shifting that the control room does.

-Extras-

Anne: Niko Caleb’s coworker. Likes pizza. Thinks he’s pretty cool.

Eddie: Zachariah Caleb’s boss. Not too good at his job but goodness is he trying. Eddie sucks in the original but Zach in this version is a seriously cool guy.

Carmichael: Calamity Investigating Charles at the behest of the government. May or may not be dead by the end of the novel. Oops.

uhhh tags I guess because I used y’all’s sillies

@sh4tt3rg1rl @star-on-a-beach @feiar @silhouette-anon

Read 14.

[gore1er]

so does anybody have any thoughts about the last chapter what is it does dazai want to do exactly and what is he leaving to sigma to do? I feel like dazai is one going to meet up with fydor but that wouldn't be logical because these two men just tried drowning each other and I don't see dazai and fydor fighting anytime soon (physical) they fight each other mentally because that's more of their style. I somewhat believe that dazai is going to get chuuya not just because he cares about chuuya I believe his going to get or "save?" Chuuya because his needed for dazais escape somehow even though that logical doesn't make sense and dazai probably only needs himself and sigma. Although the prison dazai is in is for ability users right? There is that small chance that chuuya's ability is needed for something I don't know what it could be because I or no one knows the layout of the prison but it could be possible thats why dazai would "save" chuuya (also it could be that dazai wants to save chuuya just because he cares) that could be possible, but I think chuuya can save himself because chuuya is acting somewhat conscience and not really in his vampire state I don't know that could be and I'm trying to think but I have no clue. Back to what I was saying. I think sigma is going to meet Nikola again just because Nikola has been watching the whole time.

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[lapdogchase]

nik nikolas aropride how do you always have such banger incredible layouts. like every single one is a certified hit.

THANK YIU i love making them And well Basiclally i spend a lot of time googling "hex codes" and looking at images next to each other its enriching for me

[trashmouth-toastzier]

oi oi hello it was gay month and i had changed the layout of my tumblr for the first time since i created it :)!! then i drafted this post and only just found it now lol

decided to introduce myself a little and make a list of the non-male characters i like since my bio is a list of the fictional men i like >:)

hi im jules (u can also call me volantis), im 23 and im a non binary lesbian, i use they/them pronouns (and iel/yel in french), im british-french 😔✊ and i also speak some german

here are some of my favourite non-men!!!! (any characters who don't use he/him and/or identify as men) fictional characters:

genshin-> keqing, yanfei, klee, yoimiya, hu tao, shen he, yae miko, qiqi, xinyan, mona, lumine, arlecchino, beidou, collei, diona, dehya, faruzan, fischl, lisa, kujou sara, nahida, ningguang, xiangling

honkai star rail-> hook, natasha, bailu, seele, march 7th, herta, jingyun, kafka

honkai impact-> herrscher of sentience

mha-> himiko toga, mina, mei, ragdoll

proseka/vocaloid-> tenma saki, gumi, kagamine rin, hinomori shizuku, shiraishi an, yoisaki kanade, shininome ena, mayu, seeu, kaai yuki

magnus chase/percy jackson-> alex fierro, hazel levesque, piper mcclean

great pretender-> cynthia moore, abby jones

professor layton-> katrielle layton, flora reinhold, lucy baker, goldie potsby-mahn

love live-> tsushima yohane, yazawa nico, arashi chisato, emma verde, hanamaru kunikida, haruka konoe, kanata konoe, nakasu kasumi, tang keke, minami kotori, ohara mari, yoneme mei, mia taylor, tojo nozomi, tennoji rina, kazuna sarah, heanna sumire, watanabe you, ranpha, shirase koyuki, shitara fumi, kirihara yuuka, miyashita coco, hasekura kasane, kikkawa mizuki, tanaka sachiko, saeki reine, nishimura fumie

homestuck :') -> terezi pyrope, latula pyrope, rose lalonde, kanaya maryam, nepeta lejion, meulin lejion, roxy lalonde, calliope

tokyo mew mew-> aizawa minto, huang bu-ling

little witch academia-> diana cavendish, constanze albrechtsburger

bungou stray dogs-> yosano akiko, lucy montgomery

vanitas no carte-> dominique de sade, chloé apchier, amelia

black butler-> meyrin

pandora hearts-> alice, sharon rainsworth

vampire princess miyu-> miyu

tangled the series-> cassandra

it-> bev marsh

ensemble stars-> anzu, narukami arashi

x-men-> kitty pryde, rogue, mystique, emma frost, jubilation lee, polaris (lorna dane)

moomin-> little my, snorkmaiden

saiki k-> mikoto aiura, imu rifuta

dyslite-> feng nuxi, bai liuli, camille, catherine, yuuhime, discboom, elaine, heng yue, intisar, jiang man, li guang, mona, lin xiao, ye suhua

taz-> lup taaco, aubrey little, dani, lydia, lucretia, N0-3113, irene baker, gandy dancer

the raven boys-> blue sargent

pokemon-> jessie, lillie, blanche, acerola, mina, plumeria, klara, marnie, melony, nessa, sonia, opal, iono, nemona, tulip, mela

yuukoku no moriarty-> miss hudson

the magnus archives-> basira hussain, george barker, helen richardson, melanie king, jane prentiss, nikola orsinov, sasha james

teen titans-> raven, starfire, terra, jinx, bumblebee

bee and puppycat-> bee, cas wizard, toast

stranger things-> max, robin, erica

cookie run-> latte, strawberry crepe, scorpion, hydrangea, snow sugar, bellflower, black garlic, spinach, captain ice, snake fruit, kumiho, starfruit, moon rabbit, lychee dragon, pond dino, angel, black pearl, oyster, sea fairy, moonlight, pumpkin pie, cotton, cream puff, pinecone, milky way

idolm@ster-> hoshii miki, kikuchi makoto, takatsuki yayoi

etc... cause if not we'll be here for years (watch me add more when i think of them)

[cjp-film]

On Set Production classes so far

Monday 25th September:

We were working from a script outlining a short dinner scene. It had one character, and a few lines of dialogue. The aim of this exercise was to effectively set up some props to convey certain character traits and to practice production design. In this scene, we interpreted the character to have a degree of OCD, or be a perfectionist through the way the objects were placed on the table. We also had the idea to make her slightly schizophrenic, as she was talking to herself.

Working as production designer myself with Nikola, we gathered together props from reading through the script. We asked around to see what we could find from what people already had, and I bought an extra few things. We ended up with candles, lanterns and a few small vases, as well as typical plates, silverware and wine glasses. There was also a pill box which added to the storyline of her mental problems. The lamp acted as a great practical, giving a warm homely feeling to the scene.

I volunteered to act this day, and ended up envisioning this character as someone who thinks they have their life together, but really lives in her own head. I’m no great actress, but was able to picture how this character may act, enough so to capture a decent master shot.

Below are some images of the design which we created, and the process it took.

Monday 2nd October

In the morning, we were lucky enough to have production designer Mark Leese visit us and talk a bit about his work. He read through a scene with us and really brought clarity to how one may design it. Describing a variety of situations and character types, everyone was able to visualise the room in which this scene was taking place. Mark was very interactive and encouraged us to come up with our own ideas regarding furniture, costumes, time of day, even small details such as the colour of the walls and type of floor. Everything contributes with how the audience reads the characters and the situation they are in.

Unfortunately, this afternoon I was feeling under the weather and therefore wasn’t involved in our interpretation of this scene. However, my group sent me some pictures of what they got up to and I was impressed with how well they managed to convey the mood read in the script.

Pictures below.

Monday 9th October

Today we were re doing the script we read on the 25th of September, the dinner scene. We managed to find the majority of the same props we used before, but changed our idea slightly. We added a new character, someone who comes in and cares for the one laying the table. Our aim of the day was to achieve 5 or so shots to be able to give to the post production students to edit.

We started with DOP Oliwia creating a shot list while Nikola and I set up the table. We changed the layout of the objects from before, organising them in a neat formation in the middle. Robbie acted today, as I wanted to focus on production design and observing camera. Once I had completed the set, I found myself with not much to do other than keeping an eye on the continuity of the props. Instead, here’s what I learnt from watching others:

- 1st AC and 2nd AC work together to build the camera and take it apart once finished. The lens goes on the camera last.

- A radio mic can be taped to the inside of a T-shirt so that it is ensured to be hidden.

- ‘Soft sticks’ when the clapper is used in a close up.

- The smallest movement in an object makes a big difference for production design. Look at the negative space as well.

- The DOP or 1st AC can call ‘camera cut’ after director calls cut.

- Tennis balls to ensure safety when c stands stick out.

- Don’t put a cable underneath c stand/ lighting equipment.

Pictures:

OSP

[monarchetype]

-the items can be leitners/artefacts (fuck you *throws a meat grinder at you*)

-Institute course that goes through the archives and artefact storage, Not-Them hazard, if youre going fast enough you can plow through boxes in the archives area

-Course for the tunnels and Panopticon, tunnels change layout for each lap. The Panopticon is an excellent spot for drifting

-Cozy Cabin/Safehouse map, wave to the good cows and dont get spotted by the eye in the sky!

-Hill Top Road dimension hole as the obligatory trippy extradimensional track

-DISTORTION COURSE. Course layout is randomized each time

-Tons of domains/Entities would make for cool courses. The killing floor, the body of the Falling Titan, the corpse roots, the mortal garden, Lost Johns' Cave, suburbia from that one Lonely statement

Jon's kart would be cassettepunk-ish. Martin would have the aforementioned Tea Kart. Basira and Daisy can have police karts (wee-oo). Melanie gets the Ghost Hunt UK van. Elias can have the carriage from that one Protocol episode. Nikola gets a clown car. Gertrude has a real ass motorcycle.

magnus archives this magnus protocol that where's magnus kart racing

[6ixbullets]

hii! could you please make spider noir (spider man noir) layouts? or nikola tesla (from shuumatsu no valkyrie) layouts 🫶🏻 thanks in advance

hiiii! of course! here you go! i hope you like!

[gertlushgaming]

Apex Legends: The Board Game Now Live on Kickstarter

Experts in Video Game to Board Game Conversions—Glass Cannon Unplugged and Genuine Entertainment—Launch Kickstarter Campaign for Cutting-Edge Tabletop Hero Shooter

   Glass Cannon Unplugged and Genuine Entertainment are proud to announce the launch of the Kickstarter campaign for the official tabletop game series for Apex Legends™, based on a licensing partnership with Electronic Arts Inc. (NASDAQ: EA) and Respawn Entertainment.

Apex Legends: The Board Game, designed by Thanos Argyris and Michalis Nikolaou and developed by Glass Cannon Unplugged’s Rafal Pieczyński and Grzegorz Przytarski, is a highly competitive, intensely tactical team vs team miniatures game in which 2-4 players, divided into two teams, face each other in a battle royale style challenge played out within a 3D tabletop environment. Separate expansions will add support for up to six players and for solo gameplay. Each player takes on the role of a unique Legend, with four Legends included in the core game and many more to become available through add-ons and expansions via Kickstarter and future retail releases.

The original game engine and innovative framework, from the minds behind games such as Frostpunk: The Board Game and Endless Winter: Paleoamericans, both award-winning titles, authentically capture the voice and imagination of Apex Legends™, bringing the stakes, thrills, and unforgettable kills of the hero shooter experience to life. Related Post: Star Citizen Alpha 3.19: Call to Adventure Update Out Now  Having spent over two years developing an inspired new way to recreate the hero shooter experience at the game table, Glass Cannon Unplugged intends to deliver something for everyone: an accessible, easy-to-learn experience for new board gamers, balanced with a depth and scale aimed at satisfying core players. This is achieved through a modular construction of the game rules, with the core box itself containing three different gameplay modes: Training, Deathmatch, and Battle Royale. Thanks to planned expansions, the game will contain play modes dedicated to solo play, co-op, and organized (tournament) play—all being developed with world-class experts. The solo mode is created by David Turczi, the industry’s virtuoso at crafting automated and solo experiences for over 100 board games, while the tournament mode is prepared in close cooperation with Michał Duda, a Warhammer 40.000™ competitive champion with multiple titles to his name and a history of organizing tournaments and events for competitive games.

The product line for the campaign currently comprises: the Core Box (c. €80/USD $88)—providing a highly modular core experience designed to bring a set of diverse board layouts and game modes focused around the classic Kings Canyon map, with an initial roster of four Legends: Bangalore, Bloodhound, Gibraltar, and Wraith; the Full Team Expansion (c. 35/USD$39)—introducing the option to add a 5th and 6th player and compete using three 2-player teams, along with new board setups, game modes and the canyon terrain type (with a corresponding zip line mechanic) and two new Legends: Lifeline and Pathfinder; Squad Packs I and II (c. €30/USD$33 each)—the first adding Caustic, Mirage, and Octane, and the second Crypto, Revenant, and Wattson, with all the components required to use them in the game, such as cards, dioramas, and miniatures; the Supply Miniatures Expansion (c. €25/USD$28) adding miniatures for Supply Bins, Supply Drops, and Respawn Beacons; the Card Sleeves Pack (c. €15/USD$17)—providing dedicated sleeves for all cards used in the core game and the expansions; and the Painting Set (around €25/USD$28), a hobby paints set designed by The Army Painter, with accompanying tutorials for newcomers to the hobby. Also planned are two collector's expansions by acclaimed visual artists, due to be revealed in the course of the campaign.

Once the campaign is launched, backers at the Core Pledge level and above will gain access to the Loba Expansion, which is a free, limited Legend Pack introducing the loot scout Loba into the game as a fully-playable Legend, and including a Kickstarter exclusive sculpt for the character.

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[ultra-galaxy-ensemble]

After about maybe another 45 minutes of fireworks and live music, the human tower disassembles, and Nikola steps down back onto the field. She retrieves the mic from one of the people who'd formed the tower.

"Thank you all so much for coming!! The show will resume after a 20-minute intermission!!"

The stadium lights go back to their usual settings for when there isn't a show actively going on, and all the performers go backstage.

(ooc note: idk anything about the stadium's layout in the anime, but I'm gonna assume for the purpose of this rp that there is a backstage area of some sort or another)

If Tayden wants to go meet her in person, now's the time. The receptionist had given him a backstage pass when he arrived at the stadium - a personal request from Nikola, actually.

partially open (see tags) in-person thread with @pokedragontamer

Viren Stadium, Hau'oli City, Melemele Island, Alola

After dark

As the show begins, the crowds start making their way into the stadium. Once the majority of the audience is seated, the lights start to dim, much like the beginning of a movie at the cinema.

The entire stadium is left dark for just a few suspenseful moments, before the upbeat live music starts up, accompanied by the lights coming back on - all of them focused on the person at the center of the field.

Even without special effects, she's literally dazzling. Larger than life, too - she's already kinda tall for a teenage girl, but her natural stage presence adds to that. She doesn't even need a particularly elaborate outfit to stand out.

"Welcome, one and all! We're so excited to be performing at Viren Stadium tonight. We hope you'll enjoy the show!"

She hands the mic off to a stagehand, before making a subtle signal to the corners of the stadium. On their cue, several other performers run out onto the field and start to form a human tower beneath her, raising her up.

She stands, making the balancing act look effortless, before pointing directly at the sky. Her fingertips spark for a second or two before a mote of dazzling white light flies from her hand to high above the stadium's open roof with an audible whistle.

And then it bursts. The sound almost completely overpowers the live band, but that's nothing compared to the spectacle that follows. Countless colors exploding in the sky in many different patterns, timed to the music.

You'd have to see it to believe it. Especially the fact that she just did all that by herself.

[voiceless-terror]

Perhaps the "stop moving!" Prompt for Jon, where he's been kidnapped by yet another avatar group and they're trying to subdue him but he's fighting too much so they break something like his leg or wrist to make him stop 👀

Hello! I’ve been thinking about this prompt for a while, and I decided to set this during the Circus kidnapping (hope you don’t mind!) and tackled it with another prompt, this one by @give-me-a-minute-to-think who asked for “ a post-circus-kidnapped fic. like, how martin and timdiscover jon was kidnaped and their reaction (espically tims.) we see in canon martin addressing that fact, but not literally anyone else. i just want some complicated relatinship and tim to be nice to jon even a little.” Hope you two enjoy!

Jon’s pretty sure bones weren’t meant to bend that way.

It was his fault, really. He shouldn’t have put up a struggle. He should’ve realized the futility of his situation and yielded to the rough, unfamiliar hands forcing him into the van. But Jon’s nothing if not stubborn, so a few flailing arms and weak kicks were to be expected. And the retaliation, of course, should’ve also been expected.

“Stop movin’,” came the gruff voice of the delivery man, with a face so nondescript Jon could forget it if he looked away for only a second. He gives one last weak slap to the hands on his body. Wrong move.

A sickening crack could be heard along with a sharp cry- Jon’s cry, because the pain currently emanating from his one good wrist is white-hot and agonizing. His eyes are blurring and the inside of the van is stifling in its darkness, but even he could see that hands and wrists weren’t supposed to look like this. He bites back the nausea and sags back into the rough hands, rendered frozen by the pain. There’s a chuckle, low and sinister, and one of the men begins to whistle the tune from the calliope.

And then his arms are yanked behind his back and the pain reaches a dizzying crescendo as his body decides it’s had enough, and sinks into oblivion.

_______

He spends his days being touched.

Cold hands and a face with a permanent smile. Sometimes there’s more of them, as if he’s a spectacle to be watched and studied. The Strangers like to learn about bodies, foreign as they are to them. Nikola enjoys narrating the process, poking and prodding at the bruises and burns and the strange, twisted hands. He doesn’t bite back his gasps and whimpers, he’s gagged, but Nikola likes to hear them. Likes to hear the wordless grumble of his voice, rendered mute and unintelligible. 

The weeks go by, he loses hope. He’s not there much anymore, he’s somewhere else, a place where the pain can’t reach him. He’s back in Georgie’s apartment, the Admiral purring in his lap. He’s back in Research with a smiling Tim and a woman he imagines to be Sasha. He even thinks back to Martin’s lunches a few months ago with a sort of fondness. People talked to him, people cared. People worried when he was gone. 

Every once in a while, his daydreams are interrupted by the sting of bones knitting together wrong or the itching flare of infected tissue. He starts to think of his eventual skinning as a sort of blessing in disguise; Lord knows he’s wanted to scratch himself out of it more than once. He just wishes they would hurry it up, not draw it out so much. Shouldn’t he be ready by now?

And then Michael comes. He feels a strange, manic strength return to him at the promise of a story, even if it ends in his own demise. I want to know. Tell me, tell me. The Eye’s gaze doesn’t reach him, but the power it’s planted within him grows. By the end, he feels strong enough to reach for the door handle himself, ignoring the pain that raising his arm causes. 

It’s locked. His one salvation is gone. But then Michael is too, and Helen gives him a different sort of hope. One that lands him directly in Elias’s office. 

His injuries are ignored in favor of a more pressing threat- Melanie. The only thing that keeps him standing and lucid is the remaining strength he siphoned from Michael’s statement. But it’s an empty, sickening vigor, one that’s sure to leave him feeling more drained than ever once it fades. Elias says nothing as he stumbles after Melanie with a limping pace, arriving some five minutes after her. She’s sitting at her desk, silently steaming when Jon makes his way in the office, leaning heavily against the doorframe.

“Jon!” Martin’s bright voice pipes up. “You’re back! We were wondering…” His voice trails off as he takes in Jon’s appearance, dirty and gaunt and yet shining with a strange sheen. A thousand showers won’t erase the feeling of those cold, slimy hands on him, Jon knows. Tim’s head pops up from his desk and even he looks a bit concerned; it’s the most positive feeling he’s shown Jon in ages. 

“He was kidnapped, apparently,” Melanie drawls, and Jon doesn’t take her ambivalence to heart. She feels trapped like the rest of them. And Jon’s safe now, so what does it matter? What does any of this matter?

“K-Kidnapped?” Martin sputters, making his way over to his side. Jon flinches back unconsciously, gripping tightly at the wall and Martin stops in his tracks, his face softening. “We didn’t- nobody told us-”

“It’s fine,” Jon croaks, though they all know it isn’t. “It was- it was the Circus. A-And I’ll tell you about it-” he nods in Tim’s direction, seeing his wide-eyed stare out of the corner of his eye.”-as soon as I have a rest, if that’s alright.”

Martin casts a critical eye over him, his gaze coming to rest at the stiff way in which he holds his arms. “Seriously? I think you should go to the hospital, Jon. You look-”

“I’m fine now,” Jon assures him- he’d wave away the concern if he could lift his arm at all. “Just- just a moment, please.”

He limps to his office and they let him, their eyes reminding him of those curious mannequins and the way they stared and dissected him as if he were a cadaver on display. You’re not there anymore, he tries to reason as he collapses into his office chair. There’s a statement on his desk and he wonders if it was Elias or one of his assistants who placed it there, just waiting for him to come back. He’s so hungry.

But opening the file is agony. His burned hand cries out at any touch, and his crooked one doesn’t cooperate. Still, he forces the movement and the tape recorder clicks on for him, a move that usually chills him but now feels like a small mercy.

The words spill from his lips, natural and all-consuming. It doesn’t energize him as much as Michael’s direct account, but it certainly goes down easier, untainted by the jagged edges of the Spiral. He only realizes at the end that the statement was written in French, a language he doesn’t speak. Another development. Elias would be proud. Probably is, sitting up there in his office. And in perfect and non-coincidental timing, his email pings with a message from the man himself, informing him of his new flat, the keys to which are in his bottom drawer.

A new flat. How considerate. He tries not to think of the lonely, unprotected darkness that awaits him there. No Georgie. No Admiral. That’s probably for the best, he thinks. You wouldn’t want to endanger them.

Martin knocks, startling him out of his maudlin thoughts. He’s got tea and biscuits and Jon is struck by not only how much he missed the normalcy of the act, but how horribly hungry he is. For real food. He almost feels giddy with the realization. 

“Thank you, Martin.” He’s rewarded with a tired smile and more questions. More apologies. He’s been reading statements. Jon worries about this, but Martin brushes it off. Jon keeps his arms resting on his lap, out of Martin’s sight. He gives non-answers to his inquiries and he can tell Martin’s frustrated- he only wants to help, but Jon won’t let him. They end the conversation at a strange but polite stalemate, a promise that there will be time for them to talk. He’s surprised Martin lets him go like this, but perhaps he’s realized what Jon already did all those weeks ago.

He’s beyond saving.

And then he’s gone again, back to that big room with those terrible waxworks and that strange, lilting tune and the faces that were wrong, the voices that were stolen. Everything echoed, even the tiniest of whimpers. And the laughter. He wants to curl up and make himself small, hide under the desk but his limbs are stiff and immovable, glued to his seat. His breaths start to come in small, tremulous gasps when another voice speaks up from the doorway.

“The Circus?”

Tim. Jon meets his eyes, attempting to get his emotions under control. You’re not there anymore. You’re back, you’re safe.

“A month you were gone,” Tim’s stomping over to his desk and Jon pushes his chair back, trying to create space but all Tim does is collapse into the chair across from him, heaving a sigh. He hasn’t sat there in ages. “Fuckin’ Elias. Where did they have you?”

Jon slumps in his seat, the tension in his frame somewhat easing. “It was a Wax Museum. I-I think that’s where they’ll be attempting the Unknowing.”

“That’s a lead, then.”

“Yeah,” Jon let out a weak chuckle. “At least something good came out of this.”

Tim’s eyes go dark. “Don’t joke about that.”

Jon nods, slightly taken aback by the fervor of the words. “S-Sorry.”

“What did you see? What happened?” He’s leaning forward now, his interest getting the best of him. Jon opens his mouth; he plans to answer- he could describe the waxworks, the van that took him away, the layout of his prison- but that’s not what comes out.

“They wouldn’t- they wouldn’t stop touching me,” he says, his voice fading to a whisper with each word. “Everyday. She came in and she smiled and she kept talking about my skin and touching me and I-I-” And once again he’s back there, cold hands on his face and mocking voices in his ear and it’s wrong, so wrong-

A hand rests on his shoulder and he rears back, an automatic response of revulsion as his heart stutters in his chest. But it’s not a smiling mannequin, it’s Tim. Tim, who’s kneeling by his chair so he doesn’t loom, whose hands are warm and real, flesh and blood. He’s staring down at Jon’s lap, where his arms lay crooked and burned and broken. Useless.

“They needed me to stop moving,” he whispers, as if it’s a valid explanation. Tim’s jaw is clenched. It’s a barely concealed rage and Jon feels guilty that it scares him so much. And yet, in spite of that anger, or perhaps because of it, he takes the hand from his shoulder, gentle and slow so Jon can see the path of his movements. He puts two fingers to the crooked arm, an impossibly soft movement as he leans in to inspect the damage. 

And there’s no ulterior motive behind it. It’s just a touch, careful and concerned, probing lightly at his arm like he’s something fragile that Tim doesn’t want to break. He feels a tightness in his chest that for once doesn’t have fear as its source.

“I would’ve looked for you. If I’d have known.”

Tim says the words more to his lap than to him. And yes, he suspected that if Tim knew the Circus had him, he would’ve looked. But it wouldn’t have been for him. His presence would only be incidental. Tim’s staring at his arm as if the power of his gaze could knit it back together right and whole. His hand remains in place, and Jon wonders if it’s for Tim more than him. It’s as if he has to be reminded that Jon’s real, that he’s here.

“I need to tell you something.” The words are loaded with import. “But not now. Are you still staying with your friend?” Jon blinks at the change in subject.

“N-No. I have a new flat, but-”

“You shouldn’t be alone,” Tim’s suddenly all business, rising to his feet and looking down at Jon with a face that allowed for no argument. “Not with this Circus business. You can stay at mine, after you go to A&E. You’re not okay.”

Jon stares down at his lap, all fight leaving him. “I know.”

He lets Tim take control, lets him do that aggressive sort of care-taking he was known for in the earlier days of their friendship. It’s not the same; there’s no gentle words, no teasing but stern instruction. Just a silent tending that feels familiar all the same. Tim’s the one who speaks to the doctors, who listens to their instructions and later explains to Jon what’s going to have to be done in the coming days, as if he were a child. He knows it’s going to be bad, painful. But Tim keeps his voice level and Jon is somehow reassured. When they get to his flat and Jon’s warm and medicated and settled on the couch, he asks the question and Tim answers, his voice fluid and his words made eloquent in their grief. And Jon understands.

Tim doesn’t let him sleep on the couch. He’s curled up in the bed under a mountain of blankets and he pretends not to notice Tim standing in the doorway like some sort of sentinel. 

“I would’ve looked.” He repeats the words as if trying to convince himself of their veracity. “If I’d have known.”

Jon closes his eyes and tries to believe him.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28135263