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bogleech · 11 months

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Ok but I have seen you talk about this so many times, even referencing it in your old cartoons, so I gotta ask - when and how did you fall in love with neopets, like that?

Wait, is it that obscure now? I didn't know a single person from its inception to roughly 2010 who didn't have a neopets account. It was the single biggest gaming-esque name on the internet for years. Celebrities casually mentioned playing it, it got mainstream marketing tie-ins, it had plush toys people waited in line to buy up and a TCG made by the same company as Magic the Gathering. It's not that I especially "fell in love with neopets" like it's a niche thing but that there was a time it was almost outselling Pokemon, so it's just another huge cultural phenomenon that was a big part of everyone's lives during my teens to twenties, and hits my special interest in creature design since it has THOUSANDS (beyond the pets alone) ranging in quality from extremely creative to just plain heinous. I personally only got invested in it when they introduced the mutant pets, though, because it started out having almost like a "rule" against making any pets that were "ugly." They'd joke about it as a prank for instance, and originally only featured the mutants as part of a storyline they never intended players to actually adopt. They even had a fake alternate version of the site with fake "adoptions coming soon" and somehow didn't anticipate the userbase genuinely wanting the slime creatures.

The Chia and Aisha were my favorites but mainly the chia because that kind of "scuzzy" creature was already my own design aesthetic, polar opposite of the site's established style and reminded me of if Jeff Goldblum got fused with a tardigrade instead of a fly:

Is that just me? I feel like the tardigrade similarity jumps right out but I think it was an accident and they were possibly actually thinking of the rotting giant from Nausicaa:

The fact that they intended its design to be unlovably ugly and were surprised anyone wanted it only made it more sympathetic. Eventually they made mutants available and I got fully invested into playing, at the time having to spend hours a day on their little flash games until I could afford a mutant after months of labor. But then a couple of years later they just abruptly decided they really didn't feel like having its design around anymore and "updated" it, which back then was automatic for all pets owned by all players with no going back:

It had unfortunately been fairly common that they'd just completely, totally redo a pet like this with no warning and no user poll to make sure it's what anyone wanted. You just had to pray they never did it to your favorites.

All the other mutants in that earlier image would also get completely changed or never released at all. They still kept some of the other "gross" mutants and would make even grosser, so that wasn't even part of the reasoning. Just the random whims of mad gods I guess. I think what killed the game for a lot of people was actually when they did this to basically everyone at once, standardizing almost all the pet artwork so they could wear clothes in their new dressup system. It wasn't as drastic as replacing a sludge guy with some kind of hairy leaf guy but it did eliminate hundreds of technically unique designs from the site, and I found someone else's examples they put together so I thankfully don't have to do it myself:

If anyone's not familiar enough with neopets or didn't figure that out from the last paragraph, the ones on the right are just recolors of the same exact art as all members of their species with added accessories (now wearable items) Players used to work hard to get pets they wanted based on their unique poses and personality, but you could only keep the original art for a small number of these. The customization feature kind of attracted a different new fandom, from what people say, but it never approached a fraction the site's peak, which is probably how the brand wound up getting sold to some NFT bros who aren't even involved in the site itself and supposedly never even spoken to its remaining staff outside some business emails? This is unrelated to the brief period it was bought by scientologists and the siterunners had to fight back against their propaganda leaking into it. I really didn't expect to turn this response into a mini article, I should really just make a thing on bogleech.com about it sometime. Some of my tumblr mutuals to this day are people I met through the neopets fandom and probably have equally lengthy memories/complaints.

#neopets #pokemon #scientology #nft's

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dailypersonamodding · 1 year

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Saturday, April 15th, 2023

[ Sorry for the prolonged absence! Life got complicated for both of the admins and for the time being you'll need to deal with me! ]

ANYWAY, Goro Akechi Time

So, as is considered nearly common knowledge by now, data present in P5 and P5R points to the existence of a scrapped Akechi Palace for our ✨lovely pancake boy✨, but how much is known about it *really?* Here's a data breakdown of the scraps left over!

Every field in Persona 5 has a Major and Minor Field ID, and the game is programmed to assume Major ID's between 150 and 200 are Palaces. The final game uses IDs 150 to 162 for each Palace like so:

f150 - Prologue [ Casino Duplicate ]

f151 - Castle Pt.1

f152 - Castle Pt.2

f153 - Museum

f154 - Bank

f155 - Pyramid

f156 - Moon Base

f157 - Casino

f159 - Cruiseship

f160 - Holy Grail Path

f161 - Mementos Depths

f162 - Labratory

As you can see, there are missing Fields between 157 and 159, but how can we prove this is Akechi? We look at the dialogue for negotiating with Shadows!

When knocked down, Shadows occasionally mention whatever Palace Ruler is currently active. This data is stored in BATTLE\TALK in various .BF ( Binary Flowscript ) files that are run based on the enemy type.

Inside the BMD ( Binary Message Data ) chunk of these files, there's some unused dialogue:

Flee while you still can! Ahahaha! It is futile to oppose Lord Akechi! You would do well to tread carefully. Lord Akechi is a man possessed of immense desire. Hmph… I wonder if your power would even pose a threat to Lord Akechi… I give up… *sob* Lord Akechiii…

There are 27 lines in total from Shadows referencing "Lord Akechi", all of them localized! Normally, this is where most investigation ends. There was a planned Akechi Palace between Sae and Shido, but all data was scrapped and any attempts to load into the Palace by force fail due to an intense scrub of all related data.

( Generally this is a sign things are not going well )

This, however is not the end of things just yet—Atlus was not entirely diligent in the data wipe. One of the things left behind is a single .ENV ( Environment ) file. These files—among many other things—specify properties like texture color, color grading, light effects and so on for every field.

ENV\ENV0158_001_000.ENV is found in this folder, corresponding to the missing 158 Palace ID. However, since there's no meshes left over, we can only see ENV 158's effects by placing it on another field. Here is the front hall of the Bank Palace as seen in-game normally:

Here is what Akechi's Palace would have looked like, at least the ambiance, had development continued:

( I'm sure someone can make some kind of argument about how this represents Akechi thematically, lord knows I can. )

One other aspect still remaining is found in FIELD\FTD\FLDDNGPACK.FTD, a list that specifies what encounters can be found in any Palace, along with loot in Chests and Search Objects. Akechi's DNGPACK List is not entirely empty!

We can see by parsing this file that Akechi's Palace would have had around 21 different Fields, about the standard for every Palace in P5R, though this excludes Safe Rooms. While the Encounter Entries sadly lead only to default Kamoshida Castle battles, his list references a unique Random Loot Table 7! At the time of writing, it appears no other part of the game references Random Loot Table 7. While it lacks unique items found in other Palaces, the data is indicative of what could've been found inside Akechi's Palace Search Objects.

Jades and Garnets are placed at surprisingly high priority, along with the Marble Chessboard. Of note are the items such as the Marble Chessboard and Brass Pocket Watch, those specific Item IDs cannot be found in any other location in the ENTIRE Random Loot Table .FTD file.

Until more info about how Palaces function is uncovered, it seems like our Detective Prince will continue to elude us in his heavily fog-covered ways, this subject clearly needs more research to find any more remnants!

That’s all for now, see you soon!

#persona 5 #persona 5 royal #persona modding #goro akechi #akechi goro #p5 akechi #p5r akechi

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 10 days

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Hello Lady Raven! How do you do? I hope you're having a good day.

I was looking stalking at your blog when I saw your post which contained a world map of the game. This made me really curious: what informations do we have about the countries, kingdoms and other lands that appear in the map? Specially the Land of Dawning, Sunshine Lands and Kingdom of Heroes. Does the world of Twist have other lands that do not appear in the map? Are the shaftlands some sort of Twist Europe (as in; a bunch of countries that signed a agreement to be sort of unified)? And what is that big empty land north of the shaftlands?

I'm really curious about the countries and their cultures in the Twist world, I feel like we don't really have a lot of info on them, and as someone that really loves geography and history, that makes me a bit sad 😂.

I hope you're healthy, thank you for your time!

Oh, the map from this post?

Hello, hello!

Unfortunately, I don’t think I’m able to compile ALL lore we have on all available countries, cities, and towns into a single post (especially when there’s a lot of other questions that have also been posed + need answering in your ask). That’s way too large of a scope for a single post. I did compile lots of food/related lore here if you want to take a look, as I find the food and food customs in a region say a lot about its culture and history. (Plus, I’m just very interested in food!)

If you’re curious about each location, you can find the bulk of information yourself in related hometown events—however, tons of lore tidbits are also dropped in non-hometown events (ex: Floyd talks about land training camp in the second beans day event), voice lines (ex: Dorm Uniform Leona says that in his home land, scars are seen as signs of bravery), and vignettes (ex: In Jade’s School Uniform vignette, Kalim talks about how serving very sweet tea is a luxurious way to welcome guests to your home in the Scalding Sands). There’s lots out there if you’re willing to search for it!!

Please be aware that we haven’t visited most of the areas on the map, so we are still missing a lot of information on them. The Land of Dawning, Sunshine Lands, and the Kingdom of Heroes are particularly lacking in information. They’ve been mentioned offhandedly every so often. Platinum Jacket vignettes feature the boys visiting the National Museum of Art in the Land of Dawning, and there are sometimes bits of lore which mention these lands. The Mermaid Princess that strengthened the bond between merpeople and humans married a prince from the Sunshine Lands, I believe. In his Broomquet card, Idia says there is a place called “Hydra Valley” in the Kingdom of Heroes (which probably is a reference to the place Hercules defeated the hydra at). Finally, Crowley went with Idia’s parents to the Land of Dawning with to discuss important matters yet to be explained to us. The Land of Dawning is also referenced in a call for evacuation in book 7.

The map you see above is definitely incomplete. We don’t see several vital spots marked even though we’ve visited them: the City of Flowers/Fleur City, the Scalding Sands (and Silk City), Clock Town, Fairest City, the Land of Swords, Dawn City, and more. Heck, the continent that contains Briar Valley isn’t even labeled but somehow Briar Valley itself is. We cannot tell if this is even the entire world map or just a portion of it, since Lilia describes “a land to the east”/the Land of the Crimson Long, but the most eastward locations depicted seem to be the Queendom and the Afterglow Savanna. I definitely feel like there has to be more to it than what we currently see.

I would caution against saying that “[TWST location] = irl location” as even though there are oftentimes strong parallels or inspirations drawn between the two, they shouldn’t be conflated for one another. TWST often forms cultures of its own or borrows from many inspirations to create these places and to present them to us. Comparisons can be made, but let’s remain cautious to not veer too much into that since there’s no clear 1:1. For example, the Shaftlands could be interpreted as “twisted Europe”, but not really because the area often considered “twisted Britain” (which is a part of Europe) is seemingly separated and located on the other side of the map. And then you notice that this “twisted Britain” has a collection of islands that very much resembles irl Japan, an eastern country. So… in essence, sure, the City of Flowers/Fleur City resembles Paris, Fairest City feels very European and German, and Harveston is a blend of Nordic inspirations, but at the end of the day, they’re their own thing.

We don’t know what the land right above the Shaftlands is as of right now. For all we know, it could just be even more of the Shaftlands since the country seems to be a large expanse of land with variable weather depending on the region.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #notes from the writing raven #question #Floyd Leech #Jade Leech #Tweels #Kalim Al-Asim #Leona Kingscholar #Dire Crowley #Hercules #Idia Shroud

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doctorcanon · 2 months

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"I can make the sun fall from the sky, I can make a man want to live again."

Tw: blood

So I've had Exuma: The Obeah Man stuck in my head ever since I drew this piece of another Zelda AU I really enjoy. I explained why almost all my Zelda art is of people dancing or their feet bleeding. I've also been in love with the new up date from @ezdotjpg 's @bonus-links series because how could one not be? I mean, really its SO GOOD.

My obsession with alternate interpretations of Oot!Link continues. And I really challenged myself this time and referenced a pose with angles I've never done before. But instead of melancholy resignation, I decided to think about how the game over screen from MM made me feel. And got this. I dont think ill do another one tho. Flat version under the cut.

#all my art's been a bit dark lately but i suppose thats pretty par for the course if youve read my fics.#the legend of zelda #legend of zelda #bonus links #bonus links mask #loz fanart #fanart #my art #link #ocarina of time #majora's mask #mask bonus links #tw: blood #cw: blood

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lunarw0rks · 10 months

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Through The Ashes | Chapter Five

Summary: You've been given an offer to join the 141 Task Force. Upon taking it, you find yourself ensnared with the mysterious masked man who won't take his eyes off you.

Warning(s): my attempt at slow-burn, canon-typical violence, mild language, mentions of violence, injuries, blood, hurt/comfort kinda??

A/N: I've been using dialogue from the campaign for these chapters, so hopefully it translates well enough. Thank you for all the support :) | Word Count: 3.5k

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Kiss Of Judas

Valeria remained completely silent during the entire helicopter ride, refusing to look anyone around her in the eyes. She never expected to be caught, at least not by foreign forces. She was a complicated woman in your eyes, always nearly impossible to read.

You still felt jumpy and wired from the whole operation as the adrenaline began to dwindle, which was not helping your impatience. Valeria was the reason for your condition, but also the reason you didn’t get the life squeezed out of you. And yet, here she was, not giving your Task Force any reach on where to find the missiles.

You opened the door with your keycard and stepped inside, seeing her sitting in the middle of the room—surrounded by your team and the allies.

Her eyes flicked up at you when she heard the motion, mirroring the look she had in her eyes when you were the one in the interrogation chair. You ran your tongue over the cut on your lip, keeping a blank expression.

“Las Almas needs me,” she purrs, giving Alejandro and you a glance. She was searching for any sign of emotion in your eyes as if testing you. You weren’t going to give it to her, or anyone else in this room who tried the same.

Alejandro bends down closer to her, hovering his face in front of hers. “Las Almas needs soldiers, not sicarios… And you,” he begins, looking back at you before he speaks, as if referencing what she let happen to you. “You disgrace the Army, Valeria.”

She wasn’t like Hassan.

He was too emotional when backed into a corner—he was cruel. She always kept a cool attitude about her, always steps ahead of her enemies. And she harbored one skill you hadn’t mastered yet—keeping your enemies close.

Ghost remains posed against the wall, only keeping his eyes trained on the target. “You’re a narco harboring a terrorist.”

Valeria maintains a grimace, carelessly leaning against the back of her chair. “Terrorism is good for business, it’s insurance.”

“Innocent civilians turned to ash, all to protect your drug game?” You finally spoke up, crossing your arms to your chest. When law enforcement is more focused on maimed civilians, they turn a blind eye to the war on drugs.

She ignores what you’re implying, too intelligent to admit that out loud. “To find your terrorist and your missiles, you need me.” Valeria tilts her head, observing the tightness you were carrying in your posture.

Graves approaches her from behind, gripping one of her shoulders with a gloved hand. “I want the missiles, I want the targets, and I want Hassan. You’ve got ten seconds or I’m gonna show you the difference between the military and me.” For once, his combativeness might get you the answers you needed.

To get to Valeria, you needed to mirror her. Ladylike interrogation was not the way she did things, so the opposite was all she knew.

“I can tell you where to find the missiles. When you return, I’ll tell you where Hassan is.” She never meets Graves’ eyes. “In exchange, you will let me go. And get the fuck out of Las Almas.”

“Deal.” Graves loosens his grip and nods his head to the rest of you.

Making a deal with her was not in the team’s best interest, not in the slightest.

Graves only saw the big picture ahead of him, and he didn’t pay any mind to the people he would trample to get to that goal.

—

The intel Valeria grave led your team to an oil rig miles out on the Gulf Of Mexico. Considering how horribly wrong your last mission involving water went, you were hesitant to see the team going along with it, even if it did lead to the missiles.

How could you be sure Valeria was being honest? She had no reason to. She had the entirety of your unit wrapped around her fingers, and that’s exactly how she wanted it.

Perhaps you were lucky you nearly died the previous night because you were going to sit the mission out.

You’re sat on your bunk, cleaning your pistol with a rag, being the only person left in the quarters. Your eyes flick up toward Ghost as he approaches. Usually you would ignore him, or have some snarky remark, but there were bigger problems everyone was facing.

“Do you think the missiles will be where she said they would?” You questioned, setting the rag on the mattress beside you.

“She knows if she gives us this, we’ll have no choice but to set her free.” He keeps his eyes on the ground, still refusing to look you in the eyes. “We’ve been through situations like this before. Terrorists are all the same—only out for themselves.”

You nodded and dropped down from the top bunk to face him. He turned around hesitantly, his face contorting in confusion.

You looked around the room, making sure it was clear before you spoke. “What about Graves? Is he only out for himself?” You muttered, leaning close to him.

“He’s an ally of ours, until we know otherwise, you need to act like it, Sergeant.” He grumbled while reaching for his pack. The truth was, Ghost didn’t trust any of them either. The way Graves forced you into the operation yesterday made him seethe.

Ghost blinked away the emotions that filled him. The flashbacks he had, hearing you struggle for yourself in his ear, the gunshot that followed with silence—all while all he could do was stay put on the hillside.

He grabbed his bag and looped it around his shoulder. “Just say put here, and don’t make any more enemies while you’re at it. Think you can handle that?” He added, looking down at you as if you were dirt on his shoes.

You knew you were right. The most spiteful people have their weaknesses, and Graves had one for sure. Even if no one believed you now, they would soon. You just hoped no one had to die for it to become clear.

—

You’re awoken by what sounds like a disturbance outside, and the voices are familiar. The team must be back from disarming the missiles. You look at the clock, seeing it’s early in the morning.

You sit up straight and gather your composure, curious about what’s going on. Whatever it was didn’t sound good at all.

“This is my base.” You press your ear to the wall, hearing Alejandro’s voice first.

“It’s not a base. This is a sizable covert facility, and I admire it.” Graves speaks next. “So, I’m taking it.”

You feel like your jaw dropped to the floor. You were right all along, and things were about to go very bad very fast. You climb off your bunk and put on your backpack, grabbing all of your gear.

“Nobody needs to get hurt here.”

“Are you threatening us?” Ghost asks. You can practically feel the tension building, even if all you’re hearing is bits and pieces.

You peer out the window, seeing them standing at the gate. Alejandro is inches from Graves’ face; Soap is in the middle of it; and Ghost preemptively has a hand on his knife, searching for any excuse to use it.

Where are the rest of Los Vaqueros? The realization came that you hadn’t seen any of them since the team left.

A burst of gunfire filled your ears, making you jump. You didn’t have time to sit around and watch, and you weren’t going to be the next person sent home in a box. You grab your pistol and make sure it’s loaded and ready.

The compound will be swarmed with Shadows any minute now—and there was no time to regroup with your team.

You hear Graves’ voice again, but this time through a nearby radio, followed by the stomping of boots. “2-0, cordon the compound. If you find Ghost and Soap, keep them contained. Find the other one, she won't get far.”

You kneel behind the large structural pillar, watching as one of the Shadows patrols the sleeping quarters. He turns his back to respond, “Sleeping quarters are clear, Sir. No sign of her.” You crept behind him, jamming your knife into his jugular.

He goes down quietly, only suffering for a matter of seconds. The Shadow didn’t deserve your brutality. He couldn’t have known what hand Graves was going to play up until now. Still, it was better for them to be dead than you. And there was no time for a moral dilemma.

You jog to the armory, finding it cleared out. Graves was thinking way ahead of just taking the building, he was taking the inventory too, leaving your team with nothing. “Goddammit,” you muttered to yourself, before dashing back to the Shadow’s body. You winced as you ripped the rifle from the corpse’s stiff fingers.

You need to keep moving.

You advance to the upper level, wagering that it would be less noticeable to take one of the side exits up top. You do just that, finding a window in one of the offices to squeeze yourself through. Your feet prowl down the metal steps, keeping your eyes peeled for any hostiles. Lucky for you, the backend of the base isn’t well protected.

Your boots crunch the gravel below you, even when acting at your stealthiest. You reach one of the tall chainlinks bordering the perimeter, and loop one foot through it, taking each ascendant one foot at a time.

You reach the top, using the fabric of your shirt to protect your hands from the barbed wire. You carefully swing your leg over, and follow with the other, now descending down the other side. You drop down once the distance is close enough, taking only a second to catch your breath.

The easy part's over—now you needed to find an area that wasn’t crawling with Shadows on the lookout for your face.

The previous night's injuries didn’t make the ordeal any easier. You found yourself having to rest quicker than usual, almost letting out pained grunts when you extended your limbs. You needed to push through it, just like you did when you survived the tunnels.

You removed one of the backpack straps off your shoulders, leaving it to rest on one side, while the weapon rested on the other. You need to get out of here before another Shadow patrol rotates your way again.

The only sound in the distance was chirping insects, and faint traffic pollution from the city and the base behind you. Things were too quiet.

“Commander, possible sighting by the North Tower, engaging now.” You heard faintly, making your eyes bulge. Your feet carried you before your mind could decide to, making some distance between yourself and the noise.

You felt the rush of the bullets whizzing around you as you bolted until eventually you were knocked down by a lucky one. Your body tumbled down, rolling into one of the ditches. You felt a fiery sting on the fatty part of your hip, flinching as you pulled down the part of your waistband atop the wound. It was a deep slice, bloody and jagged torn skin.

Mercifully, the backpack slowed down the force of the bullet when it zipped through. It grazed your skin instead of being buried inside it.

“Approaching to confirm the hit, Sir.” The voice from before carries, as it echoes through the vastness of the humid air.

“Don’t confirm it—Finish it.” Graves chirps through, sending a rush through your veins. Once the Shadow finds you, it wouldn’t be a graze. If there was any chance of making it out of here, you needed to either choose fight or flight.

You muffled the sounds of agony escaping through your lips, biting into them instead. You scrambled to your feet, reaching for your pistol.

The soldier’s radio static grew louder as he examined the ditch, expecting you to still be laying there. In reality, you were behind one of the concrete dividers lining the path. Before he noticed you, you fired off one shot, dropping the Shadow. You followed the lights of the city in the distance, getting yourself as far away from where you fired as possible.

When you made it several yards away from the compound, finding yourself on a sidestreet, you finally utilized the radio clipped to your collar.

You turned the knob, finding the correct channel so it would go straight to anyone in 141 and not the Shadows. “This is 7-1, how copy? Anyone?” You grew frustrated at the lack of answer. “I repeat, this is 7-1. Anyone copy?”

The voice glitched at first, before it finally came through. He says your name, his tone filled with defeat and worry.

“How copy, Sergeant? You injured?” The reception finally cleared, allowing you to hear it clearly.

You sighed and cleared your throat. “I’m hit, but solid. I got a dozen Shadows chasing my tail. What the hell happened?”

Ghost doesn’t answer your question, but deflects. You sense it has to do with what he spat your way before they left. He knew you were right about Graves, and he wasn’t, and he couldn’t handle admitting that right now.

“There’s a church near the plaza. I’m heading there now. Any sign of Johnny?”

“No. You’re the first I’ve come in contact with. Was he hit? I heard shots before I got out of there.” You continue down the backroad, approaching the main district of Las Almas.

“Affirmative. Keep your eyes peeled for him. And watch your back, Sergeant.” The line cuts after he finishes his sentence, leaving you to stay alive on your own. Soap must be somewhere in the shops in the same prickly situation you are.

There was no time to search for Soap, especially if he’s left a trail of Shadow bodies through the city. You’re of no use out here when you’re bleeding all over yourself.

You needed to find Ghost.

—

Each time a gun fired in the distance, you had to double check you weren’t hit again, even though it felt foolish.

You finally reached the outskirts of the plaza, where the Church was sitting on the top of a hill. It looked almost ancient, tilting to one side. You hovered your finger over the pistol trigger as you crept to the door. You pushed it open, hearing it creak loudly as you did so. There was no light inside, except for where the night sky peaked through the holes in the walls, and one large gap in the roof.

Finally, you spotted his figure near the altar, knelt beside it. You limped up to it, meeting his eyes, which were all you could see given the dark clothing he was wearing.

You slowly dropped to your knees next to him, placing your pistol in the holster. “No sign of Soap while I was out there. Goddamn city is infested with Shadows.”

He nodded at your update, grabbing one of the stray candles off the altar. He fishes out his lighter and puts it to the wick, illuminating your battered appearance, while allowing you to view him.

You stare at him blankly for a few seconds, studying him as he takes the backpack off your shoulders, and begins to dig through it.

“I didn’t have time to pack supplies. There’s nothing whole in there.” You comment, watching as his brow tightens in concentration.

He still hasn’t uttered a word this entire time, simply returning deep glances through the warm candle fire. You flinch when he reaches toward you, but his hands are gentle and slow. He pulls up the fabric of your shirt only slightly, and pulls down the side of your waistband now turned a deep maroon.

You keep still as he examines the graze. He grips the sleeve of his jacket, and rips off a square of fabric with ease, beginning to pack the wound. You snuff out your struggles when he touches the tender parts, clenching your jaw instead.

For the first time, it wasn’t him saving you because he had to; he was because wanted to. He was showing an inkling of the tenderness buried deep within him.

He finished packing the wound with the tear of fabric, before carefully covering your bare hip with your waistband again.

You rise to your feet again, making sure not to put pressure on that side of you. You’re expecting hours of silence between you and him—hours of agonizing silence.

He finally speaks once his back is turned to you, as if he can’t look you in the eye. “You were right about Graves.” He sounded apologetic, like if he had just believed you before, none of this would’ve happened to you.

You tilted your head delicately, stepping closer to him. “Ghost… This isn’t on you. You couldn’t have known Graves would flip.”

He was looking down at the wood floor below him in disappointment, looking as if he wanted to curse himself. You reached out your hand, placing your fingertips on his forearm.

“Ghost,” you whispered. He shook his head and gathered himself before facing you, flinching away from your hand. His eyes had gone glossy, filled with angst.

“If this is about what I said, Ghost—It’s not a concern of mine anymore… We clearly have bigger problems.” You finished your sentence with a light smile, trying your best to lighten the mood. Your attempt to add comedy did nothing to ease him tearing himself apart inside.

“Did you hear me, Simon?” The first time you’ve said his name. He casted a look you’d never seen before. Not hardness, not anger, just torment.

“People like me don’t belong with people like you, Sergeant.” His exterior ran cold again, and he straightened his posture. “Everything that we did, everything you went through because of it, that was all me. Got it?”

You were stunned, completely stunned. You spent so long being angry at him, that you were blind to the truth of it. It wasn’t arrogance he used as a shield, it was his scars.

“Simon-” You repeat, feeling like you have been sucker-punched in the gut.

“Don’t say my name like it means something to you. None of it meant anything to me.” He snaps, stepping closer to you, using his frame to tower over you. The vulnerability he showed only last seconds before it quickly became a thorn in your side.

He lowered his voice to give his last blow. “I break everything I touch… I’ll break your heart, Love.”

You felt tears sting at the corner of your eyes. You tried to be stronger than this, but paired with everything you’d been through to get you to this spot, it was too much.

You quickly wiped them away and ripped your backpack from his grasp, slinging it back on your shoulder. You hurried toward the church doors, painting your face void of the emotions you were feeling.

Once you were outside, you radioed the frequency again. “Soap, how copy?”

He replied almost instantly. “Copy. I’m by the shopping district.”

Instead of following behind Ghost like usual, you led him. You ducked through alleyways, avoiding the Shadows rather than taking them out. There were still too many left to count. When you reached the shopping district, you and Ghost split off to take out each hostile one by one. With each kill, you followed the bloody trail that would lead you to Soap.

When you laid eyes on him, you let out a breath of relief. He was only hit on his arm, and it went through.

“Forgive me, Lass.” He was slumped against a brick wall, holding his injury. “But you look horrible.” At least you knew there wasn’t anything seriously wrong with him now. Focusing on him made you forget about your troubles with Ghost, even for just a minute.

“Well, it’s clear there’s no brain damage.” You said backhandedly, reaching out your hand to him.

You helped him to his feet and found an empty vehicle that was left behind, allowing him to climb inside. Ghost took the driver’s seat, you in the passenger seat. You kept your eyes trained on the passing views as Ghost sped out of the city, showing no signs of slowing down for anything.

Las Almas was soon to be a distant memory—a memory that lingered within you nonetheless.

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You craned your neck up at the aquamarine sky, your attention locked to it. You had to find the beauty of this place somewhere, even if the experience was only filled with violence and heartache.

The rest of your team was finishing up business with Valeria. You decided to sit it out. The closer you stood to the plane, the faster you would be climbing inside of it when they finished their business here.

Price and the rest of the Task Force approached the cargo plane you were standing by, making you break your gaze with the sky.

“Good work here, Private.” He patted your back and then returned his hands to the collar of his tactical vest.

“It’s not over yet. Valeria was privy to a third missile, somewhere in Chicago. Might be another long flight.” You acknowledged the update, following him onto the plane. It never truly ends, does it?

There are only moves and countermoves until there’s no one left standing to shoot at or bomb.

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goaliekisses · 1 year

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Crosby also remembers Keith Tkachuk's hockey-crazed sons Matthew and Brady - who were 9 and 7 at the time - running around and playing mini sticks. Crosby posed for a picture with them at some point during the weekend, as both boys were big fans of the Penguins captain.

Now that the Tkachuk brothers are All-Stars themselves, and shared that Eastern Conference locker room as Crosby's teammates during this weekend's festivities in Florida, Matthew - who finished as MVP - said they found themselves 'in awe' of him … and made sure to recreate that photo.

"It's a guy you grew up watching and looking up to, not only his game, but the leadership off the ice and all that," Brady said. "So to be able to kind of just see him, have some conversations with him over this weekend - it kind of makes you feel like a fanboy again."

Hearing Crosby's peers speak of him with reverence is certainly nothing new.

"It's awesome to be around him. Kind of intimidating sometimes," admitted Johnny Gaudreau, who got the locker stall next to Crosby in his ninth All-Star Game, and first in the Eastern Conference now that the former Flame is with Columbus. "But just such a normal guy. It's just great to be around him, and it's just a really cool experience for me."

Oilers superstar Connor McDavid, regarded as the reigning best player in the league, has repeatedly referenced how he's never won the way Sid has, with Maple Leafs forward Mitch Marner saying the Golden Goal from the 2010 Olympics went "viral" in his household.

"I grew up with a couple of those Crosby Reebok sticks. Those were one of my favorite sticks growing up," said Marner, who rode with Crosby from their hotel to the rink for the All-Star Game on Saturday afternoon, with the fans loving their interactions together. "Anything that had the Crosby name on it, I wanted it in my hands."

Speaking of sticks, Lightning netminder Andrei Vasilevskiy, a two-time Stanley Cup Champion and Vezina Trophy winner as the league's best goalie, wasn't sure what to write when he exchanged twigs with Crosby … but that the inscription would likely include the word 'legend.' That's the same word his fellow Russian, Hurricanes winger Andrei Svechnikov, used multiple times when referring to Crosby.

But in speaking with some of the younger guys around the league that are in leadership positions for their respective clubs - like Brady as captain of the Ottawa Senators at age 23, and Nick Suzuki as captain of the Montreal Canadiens, also at age 23 - what stood out this year is not just those fun anecdotes … but also how they spoke unprompted about the example Crosby provides to them with how he carries himself.

"He's really, really well spoken," Suzuki said. "Down to earth guy. Probably doesn't know how big of an idol he is to everyone around him. So it's cool to see that, just how humble he is. And he works extremely hard, so he's a great guy to learn from."

-It Never Gets Old Having Crosby at All-Star Weekend

wow they’re all so horny for him…

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thelealinhypehouse · 3 months

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Is been long i drawn Palia releted stuff. Well first i was targetting Hassian but when Reth starts with flirt i was like "Wlep, you won dear chief" and in the same time i romanced them both.

My human is Koru. The oc i put in all cozy type games when i can create the character : D Da boi originaly comes from Potion Permit and in Palia in his story i made him herbalist and in human times was part of alchemy/chemist departamet. Maybe...was part fault of human world fall?

the pose i referenced by mellon_soup from TikTok

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malebodyexhibit · 1 year

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The Problem with Brothers

“John, can you stop with the long face?” Weston said. He stood before John in his underwear. He stared out the window, feeling the sun against his skin. Despite himself, John kept thinking of him as his little brother and his body as his own. Instead of the fact that he was in John’s body and John was in Weston’s.

“I think I deserve to be a little sad,” John said a bit miffed. He was a few years younger than Weston now. A few days ago John was the bleach-blond skater in front of him.

Weston smirked and stood with his hands at his waist. Again John reminded himself that it was his body. He worked for those muscles, those tattoos, and those clothes. “Little brother, it was your fault. Don’t mess with things you don’t understand.”

He was referencing how this all started. John liked scary stories and the occult, so when he found an old leather tome, he just knew he had to try out a spell. The spell John decided on was astral projection. It didn’t seem dangerous: Your soul just leaves your living body to visit far off places. Who doesn’t like sightseeing? The first few trips went well. John visited places that he never got to see and things he couldn’t afford like front-row seats at a football game. Then John decided to invite his little brother along. Weston looked up to John (literally!) and John was his hero. He taught Weston the spell and they both travelled around in the astral plane. It was wonderful. And the trouble began when they returned to their bodies. Accidentally, John went into Weston’s body and he in John’s. When they woke, they found that they possessed each other. It was a fun trick. Weston had fun keeping things out of John’s reach and John had fun pretending to be the annoying little brother. They switched back after a few hours.

Things went normal as usual, but John noticed Weston looked at him with a strong intensity after that. When John thought Weston had gone to school, he was posing for a few pictures when he noticed that something was near. John couldn’t see anything, but felt its presence like a cool breeze. He thought nothing of it, but went on with his day. He sent selfies to this girl he liked, then he hit the gym. The chilly breeze followed John despite the summer heat. It seemed to grow colder when John stripped off his clothes for the gym shower and when he got home. John was so tired and there was a couple hours before Weston would be back from school. He was grown kid and could take care of himself, so John decided to do a little astral walk while his body rested. As soon as John left his body, He was greeted with Weston in the astral plane. Then it clicked. He was the chilly presence John felt all day. Now that John left his body, he dove into it and John was locked out. He screamed for Weston to stop. John didn’t understand what Weston was doing. Was this a prank?! Then when he stripped John’s body down and admired his body that was when John knew what had happened. Weston body jacked him.

“I understand perfectly well what you did,” John cried out at him. His hands clenched into fists at his side and despite how short John’s new body was to Weston, he was face-to-face, ready to square off. “I just don’t understand why would you do this?! I thought we were brothers!”

He wouldn’t stop his smirking. He readjusted his package right in front of John. It ashamed John how cocky he was in his body. Weston just seemed to want to flaunt the body John worked hard on. He even went so far as to have sex with the girl he liked.

“I mean, you sorta had this coming. You always seemed to show off how hot and tall you are. It got on my nerves, and I’m sure you realize now that your new body isn’t exactly straight. I mean, sure, you’re my brother, but I can’t control how my hormone-raging body would react. Now that I’m in your body, I actually like girls! It feels nice not to hide who I like anymore.”

It was true, ever since John had to live as the younger brother and attend high school, he noticed that he felt new things toward other guys. It was confusing at first, but John accepted it as his new reality. Similar to how he was slowly realizing that this whole thing might be permanent. Why would Weston give up that body? He wouldn’t. He was enjoying himself too much. At least John didn’t feel the attraction to his old body. The person riding driver seat was too much of a dick to be attractive.

And so it went. The days and months passed in a stilted facsimile of their old lives.

Weston took photos of himself, but with no regard to whether John was home or not. And despite having a girl friend, Weston still hooked up with people he met at clubs. He’d come stumbling in at odd hours and John would listened to the loud moans and creaking of the bed. Occasionally, John would be in the kitchen eating breakfast and Weston would stride out with his cock hanging out. “Oops, sorry, bro, but it’s not something you haven’t seen,” he’d say as he took a chug of water and return to the bedroom.

John on the other hand focused on school work and, because he already done this, he managed to excel and get the respect of his teachers. Also he already knew how to deal with bullies, which was something the old Weston had trouble with, so he wasn’t bothered when he decided to come out as gay. It was a relief actually. He decided to make the best of things and continued his old routines in Weston’s old body. John went to the gym, built some muscles, and had a late growth spurt making him slightly taller than Weston. He was applying to colleges he never had a chance in before, but with his great GPA and recommendations, he actually got accepted.

John never said goodbye to Weston when he left for college. Not that it would have been easy: Weston was always out partying. The last time John saw Weston, he’d gained a few pounds and didn’t look like he’d be slimming down soon with how much he was drinking. In fact, Weston’s girlfriend left him after catching him cheating on her. John heard the screaming while he was studying for finals. Weston had still tried to flaunt John’s old body, but with the added pounds and lack of gym, the effect wasn’t what Weston intended. John had laughed and walked away, leaving Weston deflated in his nudity.

Now John could start his life.

Years had passed and John avoided his family, particularly Weston, who had on many occasions tried to talk with him. But John lived his life, graduating from college with honors and found an amazing boyfriend Jordan.

Jordan graduated along with John, but he had majored in business with a promising job at a new tech company. Jordan was brunette to John’s slight blond hair. He stood slightly taller and had a magnificent bicep tattoo. Everything was going well… until John felt the familiar chill in the air. The presence of an astral spirit.

“Weston, is that you?” John asked. His nerves firing. “You can’t do shit. I’m still in this body. Just leave me alone. I will never leave this body.”

A low whisper by John’s ear: “You’ve always been brawn and never brain. Did you even read that book? There was a spell in there that you must have skipped or didn’t understand. A spell that protects your body so that if something invades it, you could dispel it. I casted that spell on my old body before I invaded yours. That spell still holds now in that body you possess. Let me show you how it works.”

And just like that, with an utterance of a word, John was expelled from his body and tossed into the cold spirit realm. He watched as Weston’s spirit returned to his old body and he watched in horror as he smiled. John tried to stay and fight, but eventually gave up.

Now back in his old body, John felt the damage Weston did all these years. It would take years of working out to return himself to health. He felt his stomach jiggle as he let out a sigh. His phone alerted him of a message. Opening his phone, he saw a photo sent by Weston.

The photo showed John’s old body with Jordan. The two smiling as Weston snapped a selfie. A follow up message read, “It’s good to be gay again, and with a hot boyfriend!” Then Weston sent follow up texts, talking about the rough sex they had. How Jordan likes this new and rough person. “Thanks for making this body hotter than the last!”

John tossed the phone and watched it bounce off the wall and near a bookcase. Then John noticed the old ancient tome. It must’ve fell behind a bookcase. John had never found the book and assumed Weston hid it. Could it have been so simple that it was lost? John never felt so stupid. Now he flipped through the book, reading the passages he didn’t understand before, but now seemed to make sense. The extra time studying in Weston’s old body helped make sense of the techno-babble and John found a spell that brought made him smile, then laugh.

If everything went according to plan, John not only could have his life with Jordan, but also rid himself Weston altogether. John felt no remorse as he casted a spell that ripped Weston’s soul from his body and sent it far into the astral plane. When John returned to a life with Jordan, he made sure to set up proper protection spells. As for his old body, John recognized that there were nicer spirits who could use a second chance, so now he had a nicer brother with a soul of some 19th century man.

It was unconventional, but definitely an upgrade.

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