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saintgoths · 6 months

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☾༺♰༻☽ʙʀᴜɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴋɴᴇᴇꜱ☾༺♰༻☽

mdni very 18+ - you give ghost the best head he's ever gotten.

simon 'ghost' riley.

250+ notes and i'll post ghost giving you eye-rolling head.

If having to have a vastly sized cock down your throat to swallow as punishment for your impish behaviour, you will be able to find yourself between the large thighs of Ghost many more moments in the future, though, he knew you always wanted to rile him up, he knew you loved the punishment of having to use your tongue to please the usually iced man and he played along with it.

Bruised knees as an outcome but an example of your desire for him, amiable to the way his fingers dug into your hair guiding you up and down his length as you shamelessly gagged and drooled on his member. Cheeks hollow as your jaw shivered whenever his cock re-entered your mouth, with carnal written in your eyes you had looked up at him.

His face hidden by his skull mask and his usually dark and arctic eyes replaced by a biting shadowed lust that had watched you feed onto him. “That’s it baby doll,” he whispered as low grunts emitted from the back of his throat, the man found himself gently rolling his hips while the head of his shaft stroked the end of your mouth.

With your hands against his thighs, you found your tongue dancing against the angry red tip that had threatened to spill, and with incoherent words that had left his mouth, Ghost found himself rubbing his tip against the texture of your tongue, his eyes rolling back as a short whimper jumped out of his mouth.

You were the only person who could get him down like this, having him in a mess as he ached for more of your mouth, your mouth a nirvana he fucked, back straight as both of his hands pressed against the top of your head, eyes drunk as his white spill slid down your mouth, “fuck baby doll,” his voice trembled, as he released the rest of his sticky cum and once you felt the width leave your mouth, you obediently swallowed his load before wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

Eyes wide and doe for his next instructions which included him tapping his lap, silently directing you to sit on it and once the weight of your figure had been pressed against his legs, he gently lifted his mask, only showing a bit of his face, allowing you to kiss and embrace his lips as he roughly slapped the curved skin of your arse---ere his fingers gripped into them.

“Y’love getting in trouble don’t ya?” He whispered and caught red-handed, you tucked your bottom lips behind your teeth before you slowly nodded at his comment, his eyes still full with lust, he had now found his hands between your legs. “Well maybe I have to find something else you’ve done, to get you back on your knees,” he hummed and satisfied, you pulled yourself off his lap which had earned a certain look from him

“I didn’t say you could get off.”

“You didn’t?” You teased and as he pulled his mask back down you quickly could see his smirk while the dominant aura clouded his body once more. “Well, what do I have to do to earn your forgiveness?” You asked and as you could feel his eyes examine your body, he finally spoke.

“Take off your clothes,” he said, and so you did.

POSITION REFERENCE.

♆

#simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost x reader #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon ghost x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost smut

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bubblebaath · 6 months

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hmm... im sure someones made a good guide out there somewhere, but i personally havent used any but thats not a good answer, so another place to start is to use a real game as a ref! this is the sims 2 ds:

most of the detailed textures are only used for the player sims hair/face/clothing you can see by the jagged edges of this sims vest that its still a little lower than the faces texture (this is probably because the body has more clothing variations than the face and they needed to save memory)

static parts of the environment have a higher res, because they can tile/repeat the textures. this game has a million variations on bed/chair textures, so they're notably lower res this is a ripped texture of most(?) of the things used to make an area in the game (image credit) :

the desert background here is just a 2d image, relatively low res because the player will never be able to reach it

i guess this is just a long winded way of saying "things that arent that important or the player will generally be lower poly + less detailed" but i hope it helps a little

#its hard to explain bc its difficult to set rules unless you try to set the entire environment to the same style rules //#i mostly went into textures here bc ds games are much lower textured than psx or similar most of the time //#i need to actually learn more abt ds stuff sdkfhsdjh im mostly just eyeballing this instead of knowing much abt it //#long post #scopophobia #gif #not my art #sims 2 ds #tutorial #...ok not really but how do i tag this//#newbiealliance #image heavy

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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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analysis (; — hashira men

Author’s Note: took this not-actually-a-prompt and got carried away heh... 😌

analysis (; — hashira men

Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Iguro Obanai x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~2,200

CW: 18+NSFW, degrading language, explicit language, Fem!Reader, oral, spit, squirting

Thirst Fulfilled: I NEED someone to settle an argument between me and a friend-

Do you think sanemi has a big [redacted]-

Because I KNOW he is packing a huge one.

Ps I’m sorry but I don’t know who else to ask 😭

~faqs~

Update as of 12 May 2023: A foreword that these headcanons are first and foremost indulgent !! 😌 They are not intended to be realistic. They’re supposed to be fun. Hot. 🥵 Within the realm of possibility, but not ~normal. 😉

Dick so big it has him blushing 🤭

—I mean, c’mon: Look at him 😳

That being said, it’s also very pretty — not monstrous or scary (besides its size heh)

A nice, rounded head that oozes precum throughout foreplay, sensitive and rosy pink as you flick your tongue across it, thick and heavy balls tightening at the breathy moan in your throat

A delicate vein curves from its base to the underside of the tip, thankfully not too pronounced, bc it’ll stretch you out enough regardless

Speaking of stretch…

Your fingers can barely wrap around its girth — it’s much easier to drool and lap at the shaft than commit to anything close to deep throating (unless your jaw stamina’s through the roof 👀)

Doesn’t exactly groom himself, but that isn’t too much of an issue since it’s not like his pubic hair’s getting in your way too often (re: dick too huge to regularly deepthroat)

As for length, Gyomei’s in the ball park of ~reasonable (10 inches when erect), but it still requires a hell of a lot of prep before you’re fully seated on his cock, ass flush against his flexed thighs while large, sweaty hands grip your hips in a feeble attempt to restrain himself from immediately thrusting into your dimly throbbing cervix

“This okay?” he murmurs, thumbs pressing firmly into the softness of your skin, low groan caught in his chest at the suffocating heat of your pussy, your shaky, faintly pained breaths keeping his desire in check

“Take as much time as you need,” as you use his stomach to steady yourself, muscles rippling beneath your palms

“You feel wonderful,” whispered gently—patient as ever—even as he longs to raise your trembling body up and almost off of his cock, only to fuck the air out of your lungs w/ a single, smooth drop of your wanton weight, unsuspecting wail music to his ears as you convulse in orgasm at the overwhelming pressure of his cock stuffing your puffy walls

Obanai’s closer to average, but he isn’t small (at least, his dick isn’t 😆 #short king)

Def a grower, slim, veiny shaft elongating (to ~6 inches) as you stroke him w/ a practiced flick of your wrist

Not exactly related to his dick, but he also def growls during foreplay, needy and eager to melt into you and to ruin you — just depends on his mood, yanno?

His head is the kind of head that you almost wanna chomp 🤗, all squishy, bulbous, and fat, quickly reddening and weeping precum, making a mess of your fingers

Perfect lubrication for touching yourself while sucking him off, gleam in his eyes at how filthy you are

Typically can’t be bothered to trim his pubic hair, but it doesn’t get especially long anyway — more so coarse and curly

His shaft doesn’t stretch you out significantly, sliding easily into your slick heat, hovering above you as his hands keep your legs parted widely, “You like being splayed out for me, hm?” pinching lightly at your inner thigh, grinning smugly as you whimper contently, “My precious plaything.”

But it (his shaft) does have a wicked, upward curve, tip grinding firm and repetitive against the spongy bundle of nerves deep in your pussy

And its veins 🤤

What he lacks in girth, he makes up for in texture

Plus, Obanai 11/10 fucks aggressive and erratic, pubic bone flush to your clit, friction delicious and constant as he thrusts full force into your hole, sweat dripping from his brow onto your clavicle, his eyes narrowed in lust and passion, balls slapping sticky against your asshole, less concerned about hurting you since he’s aware that he isn’t ~the biggest guy on the block

Altho, if he’s tired, then he lowkey enjoys you on top, edging him w/ every slow and steady undulation of your hips, your tits pressed warm and hot to his chest as he clings to you and the squelch of your cunt

For whatever reason, my immediate thought was: Raging! Hard! On! 😂😍

Kyojuro’s absolutely packing, but still decently proportionate to his stature (177cm aka 5’10”)

—Bc, contrary to porn-pular belief, comically large dicks hurt 😒💀

8 inches erect, and a sizeable bulge when flaccid

—Never thought I’d use this term, bc (imo) it’s hot when I’m horny, but 🥴 when I’m ~sober 😆…

BREEDER BALLS

As much as Kyojuro loves worshiping your pussy, he might love when you worship his balls more 🤭

You kissing, sucking, licking his balls while he jerks himself off = 100% orgasm guarantee

Drooling on his shiny, reddening tip, your spit trickling down between his fingers, making a mess of your lips as you return to fondling his balls w/ your mouth?

110% orgasm guarantee

Prefers cumming on your tits, btw — will stave off his orgasm until you can get ~in position ☺️

Nothing like an even messier round two 😎

Bc, ofc, he is more than happy to reciprocate the pleasure 💞

W/ enough girth to warrant a gradual sinking (vs an abrupt thrust to the hilt), his shaft fills you breathless, its last couple of inches just barely fitting into your heat

“Can’t believe you’re already hard again,” you giggle delightedly, eyes hazy as he smears his cum across your nipple, throbbing head pressing deeper into your pussy, “You’re insatiable, I swear.”

A heady groan is his only response, gaze bright and attentive as always, reaching for your hand, dipping your thumb into his cum splatter, tasting himself on your skin as he maintains eye contact

“Fuck,” you gasp, pussy clenching at his nonchalance, tongue swiping subconsciously along your bottom lip

“Taste?” he offers, enthusiastic tone muted by the determined pressure of him lapping at your other nipple, his cum bitter and warm as he kisses you sloppy and needy, grip gentle on your jaw as he inhales your scent

And then you whisper Umai!

One word: brutal 😵‍💫

Not bc he’s ridiculously hung (i.e. Gyomei), but bc he’s ridiculously good (at using his dick)

—I actually headcanon Sanemi being a ~bashful virgin (sex can be intimate, and intimacy can be scary, but he loves you, so if that means being soft and scared w/ you… then he’s willing to go there 🥺🤍), buuut once he’s comfortable/well practiced?

—😈😈😈

Not much of a show-er when flaccid (and absolutely, positively shriveled when cold 😂), but an ideal 7 inches when erect w/ girth in between Gyomei and Kyojuro (slimmer than Gyo, thicker than Kyo)

His tip seems to get ~angrier the longer you tease him, going from an almost cute pink to an engorged, lustful red — def the hardest part about fitting him in your pussy, breath catching every time he finally slips into your dripping hole

Which, he has to get you dripping before attempting to penetrate, or at least use lube, bc rushed sex + his dick = not super enjoyable

Alternatively, he’ll facefuck you to get his dick wet enough for your pussy, 7 inches manageable, albeit veering on unpleasant, your nails digging into his flexed ass as he shoves himself languid and satisfied into your mouth, head twitching and leaking precum down the back of your throat whenever you gag on his length

“Watch your teeth,” he grunts lowly, tugging warningly at your hair, swallowing a moan as his cock muffles your whimper, eyes watering at his roughness, “Don’t make me gag and choke you,” calloused fingers brushing soothingly—promisingly—at your neck

In terms of pubic hair, he keeps it neatly trimmed, but not clean shaven: he likes hearing—seeing—the filthy mess of your saliva, tears, and precum as he fucks up and into your pussy

“Is this fast enough for you?” he snarls, your body balanced precariously atop his pelvis, grip nearly bruising on your hips as he smirks knowingly, “Obviously not,” pace frenzied as you moan raggedly, “If you’re still moaning like a whore, then it isn’t fast enough.”

Feet shifting beneath him in search of a different angle, grin triumphant and deadly as you shout silently, head tilted backward, tits bouncing in mesmerizing sync w/ his thrusts

“There we go,” he murmurs, balls tightening at your fucked out expression, “There’s my perfect cunt, squeezing all pathetic and hopeless around my cock,” stamina never ending, pussydrunk on the feeling of you, “Can’t wait for you to cum on my cock, gonna make this cunt so fucking sloppy.”

The prettiest dick 😭

—Ik I mentioned Gyomei’s dick being pretty too, but Giyuu takes pretty to another lvl 🥺

Aka Giyuu has the Goldilocks Cock™ 💀

Just shy of 7 inches, w/ thin veins that curl neat and yummy around his shaft — which, btw, is thick enough to have you pushing on his shoulders Slowly, p-please as the tip catches on your entrance, his eyes hooded and glassy as he ignores you in favor of thrusting in further Sorry not sorry at all You feel so g-good

A faint shudder trembles down his spine, pooling in his groin, traveling along his girth, head twitching in the viscous grip of your heat

Maintains a tidy patch of pubic hair, delicate happy trail tantalizing and subtle whenever he stretches 🥱

As for his balls… once again: Goldilocks Balls™ 🤤

Optimally sized for sucking into your mouth, hanging beautifully even, downy hairs tickling your nose as he cups the back of your head, quiet groans spilling from his cherry bitten lips as you glance toward his fluttering lashes, your vision obscured by the muscle of his tensed inner thigh

Giyuu’s fave position?

—for these headcanons, at least 😆

Cowgirl 🤠 #yee #haw

Your pussy clings to his shaft like a greedy vice, creamy essence smearing from your swollen folds to his lower abdomen, tits presented as you arch backward, using his legs to steady yourself as you fuck yourself on his (perfect) cock

“Touch yourself,” he demands softly, spreading your asscheeks w/ surprisingly cool hands, easily supporting your weight, eyes closing at the satisfying smack of your skin bouncing against his

“Touch yourself till you cum,” his biceps hardly straining as you chase your orgasm, rhythm smooth and delectable, “I want to feel you fall apart,” murmured slick and gentle, in stark contrast to the lewd squish of his balls tapping your asshole

“C’mon sweetheart, fall apart for me, so gorgeous on my cock, love feeling you gush all over me.”

—I pondered long and hard about Tengen’s dick (both puns intended 🤗)

—Lemme organize my thoughts for a sec…

—Girth (from wide to slim): Gyomei, Tengen, Sanemi, Kyojuro, Giyuu, Obanai

—Length (from long to ~short): Gyomei, Tengen, Kyojuro, Sanemi, Giyuu, Obanai

In other words, as the second tallest, Tengen also happens to be the second biggest 🙃

—I initially considered putting him behind Kyo in terms of length, but 198cm aka 6’6” vs 177cm aka 5’10”... the math just wouldn’t have mathed 😆

Erect, Tengen measures a solid 9 inches, and if Obanai’s dick is veiny, then Tengen’s dick = veins GALORE 😵

“Even my dick is flashy! 😎” “It has ✨decor✨!”

His shaft bends slightly downward (blame gravity — his dick’s so fucking heavy 😌), so certain positions can be a bit tricky, but damn if he doesn’t rearrange your insides 🤪

Def enjoys being the center of attention, fucking slow and confident into your stretched out hole, dirty talk muffled by Makio’s thighs as he maintains a steady rhythm licking her folds, Hina’s index finger slim and practiced as she stimulates your clit, Suma’s tongue gliding wet and hot against Tengen’s taint

“What was that?” Makio coos, eyes twinkling as she grinds firmly onto Tengen’s mouth, “We can’t understand you dear,” squealing when he smacks her tits, “You seem a bit preoccupied, try speaking up.”

“S-shit,” you gasp, gripping Hina’s hand, pressure building as Tengen thrusts sharply into you, “D-don’t encourage him Makio,” whining as Hina latches onto your nipple, sucking lightly

“Why not?” Makio giggles, ass wiggling playfully, “Can’t take it?” knowing all too well that, ultimately, your pussy’s paying the price for her teasing

“Hm, you’re so messy babe,” Suma sighs contently, pausing her ministrations to kiss Tengen’s thigh, lips shiny w/ spit and your essence, “Seems like you want Makio to encourage him.”

Hina nods in agreement, eyes narrowed devilishly, twisting your other nipple, “Her clit’s throbbing,” spoken w/ unbearable casualness, “I think she’s going to cum.”

“Are you going to cum?” Tengen asks conversationally, finally taking a breath from Makio’s pussy, engorged tip twitching in your cunt, “I’ve hardly ruined you, and you’re already spasming on my cock.”

“T-tengen,” you whimper, clenching at his taunting tone, falling forward, cheek smooshed into Makio’s back, “So fucking d-deep,” stuttering as the new angle forces his fat head flush to the entrance of your cervix

“Think we can get her to squirt?” Tengen hums smugly, a hypothetical question, really, as you begin convulsing, pussy gushing messily onto his stomach, Hina’s hand glistening, ignoring your meek mewls of T-too much! as she continues rubbing your clit, Suma lapping at your cum as it coats Tengen’s balls, trickling between his asscheeks

#hashira x reader #headcanons #modern au #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #himejima gyomei #gyomei x reader #iguro obanai #obanai x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #uzui tengen #tengen x reader

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picturesofthegoneworlds · 6 months

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Restless

Imogen can't concentrate.

(standard procedure for up to a couple weeks ago, now it wears a different guise.)

She fidgets, sits with her legs crossed on her bedroll, backpack in her lap, removes, itemises, arranges its contents, huffs stray hairs out of her face, hands still twitchy, mind still scrambled, organises it all again. Repeats.

It's early, the fact given away by the low-lying sun and crisp smell on the air that has not yet been burned away by its sustained and blistering presence.

The blisters on her ankles, the friction of leather that is still not fully broken in. Imogen delays in pulling on and lacing up her boots, calves restless but exhausted, thrumming if they remain still too long (too long being only a moment).

She falls back heavily onto the bedroll.

Overhead, in the weave of vines and branches, birds sing. They're mocking her, surely, the awkward and bound to the ground sack of flesh and fat and bones that she is, hair frizzed and sticky from the humidity, her inner thigh chaffed and perspiring where the contact of her dagger's harness coils around it like a constricting snake.

She loosens it a few notches

The pathetic and inconsistent touch of it frustrates her more, so she buckles it tight like a tourniquet.

She exhales, deflates, heavy as she is, runs the back of her forearm over her brow, spreading the salt and sweat, breathes in, feels the connective tissue holding together all of her joints, exhales, arm to ground, along with every other limb, the back of her knees, her spine, her shoulders (there's a rock digging into one through the mat, did she sleep on that last night?), her neck, her ass, wishes they were all gelatin, that she could become one with the floor and not collide with every edge and corner and texture of it, stop being so reactive.

She inhales, skin pulling away, wishing it would continue, peel, lift, blanket, canopy (closer than the trees), shade, but it would drip with blood, hot and sizzling as it rained back onto her exposed bones.

Shadow, the dark tatters, the veil. Molasses of ichor. Dull, hazy, sharp, thorns. Don't touch, don't approach. Space. Wail, scream, chorus, silence. That would chase the birds away, feathers dislodged from sudden movement re-lodged into black tar, carried off, away, down sluggish stream, no contact. Barbed like a briar.

The thread of the bed roll is itchy, the weave of it too thick and open, rough spun from fibrous burlap, it splinters bare skin where it makes contact, nape of her neck, backs of her forearms, thighs, knees, and calves.

Delicate, cool, billowing lace that accommodated to the pads of Imogen's fingers, to her palm, fractured by magic, calloused and freshly wounded, it dulled even the rows of needle teeth beneath. Imogen imagines it her bedsheets, the ground would not matter - could be rivers of lava jutted by shattered glass, it would not matter, sure, cool billowing lace, Imogen would sleep well.

Easier to tell now, how restless her hands are. They pluck at the gauzy linen that makes her dress, the more rigid weave of her waistcoat, following stitching as if it were pathways, movement, roads to get her somewhere, them, skin to skin contact barriered like the rock digging into her shoulder. Her touch meanders to her chest, unintentional, she swears, in promise and obscenity, a winding path with sides towered by hedges and trees that block the horizon, a shock carried from the point of touch to manifest as an ache between her legs and a weightless haze in her head, body rolling, shoulders leaving the mat, leaving the rock that digs, a breath to a sigh to a gravelly moan, sends a bird or two scattering away, a leaf or two falling behind them.

Fuckin' birds. Relax. More touch. Touch is good? Barbed. Thorns. Restraint. Maybe she should grow her nails, maybe then the touch won't feel her own. Laudna - fuck, the name gets a reaction from her again, the jolt in her core as she feels the heat pool at the surface of her face, her neck, her chest, crimson damming, damning, acid rising to her throat carried by the guilt of it.

She kicks and squirms, side of a fist like hammer to nail on the bedroll beside her, other covering her face from the shame of it, it being the burn, the rolling simmer, the violent boil of want and guilt and acid and sting and she is so restless, boiling over, she can't concentrate, the contact of the ground and the fabrics and the atmosphere all feels wrong, scalding, now she knows what to compare it to, how it could feel, what she could be touching.

Could be death calling, alluring, maybe, how long she flirted with it. Cold with head empty, sounded nice, still does, though the delivery and means maybe different now. A face to an end, ends her, finishes, acid in her throat again, hand bunching the rough fabric under her hips.

It moves of its own accord to her thigh, takes a fistful of cuff and flesh and she sobs, eyes scrunching shut so tightly that she starts to see colours in the dark, blotches of crimson in a grey dream, her body in the butcher's cart.

Dreamlike, hazy, drunk (this must be how it feels), she moves without thought, groping herself through the crotch of her shorts, writhing, the floor is too hot against her back, sweat gathering at her hairline and salt beading down into her eyes, again, breath short, short, when did it get so shallow, dizzy. How long could she hold it (hold herself), heat, radiating into the cup of her hand, squirming, a worm under boot, squashed before it gets to dine on the corpse. She pushes firmer against herself, shudders, the feel of the floor leaving, rolls her hips onto the press of her fingers, barriered, dulled, not enough, as they fumble, clutch at the shorts and wrangle the inseam of them in frantic pulls against uncomfortably undulating heat, heat, damp forced through from the close contact onto the pads of her fingers and Gods she's gonna have to prestidigitate that, what the hells is she doing, Laudna could return from her morning forage or whatever it is any moment and

fuck the thought doesn't quell the need at all, her hips spasming and knees shaking as she holds them suspended and trembling, working herself up, frantic, frantic and desperate. How did she get here? she followed the woman at the market, the woman followed the yellow bird, the birdsong silenced for pathetic needy moans, her hips raised so high her shoulders are pushed further into the cut of the offensive rock, princesses and mattresses and beans or whatever that fairytale was Laudna had mentioned about ladies and their proper behaviour.

Proper, right, she should stop, get it over with, fumbles with the fastening of her shorts, hand making its way beneath fabric before it's fully undone, now registering coarse curls, then slicked, heat, heat, heat, hot, wet, eager, soaked, soft, the glide of her intensity, betrayal, soaking. fuck. Touch is not enough, hers, fuck. Not right, the feel of callouses and scars and heat and a barely registrable thrum shit what happens if she gets away from herself, gets too excited. magic fried uncontrollable she is out of control fuck the heat of the bedroll on her back and the push of the rock imbedding imbedded scars wrapping tangled suffocating sinew silvered skin nightmares burden and guilt guilt guilt storming-

Imogen rolls over onto her front, the rock through the bedroll pushing into her chest, against her sternum, aiding to evacuate the bile that has been suspended in her oesophagus but the guilt won't leave her thighs slicked and hot and tacky and uncomfortable and the chaffe of the itchy fabric of the mat burning them, restless, as she removes her fingers from between her legs, wipes the evidence of a pathetic and failed and just and just wrong attempt onto her shorts, prestidigitates it all clean as if she can wash herself of her impurities and intentions, dares to think of the occasions the purple glow has evaporated the rain from Laudna's clothes and skin, now a selfish act, was then too, maybe, always selfish.

#Imodna #Imogen Temult #Laudna #Critical Role #Fanfic #Emma writes #My first foray of writing in my notes app #Rainy morning thing #Imogen is managing just fine.#Seeing Laudna's form of dread for the first time didn't awaken anything in her not at all #M rated fic that links to an E rated collection

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dead-lights · 16 days

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I genuinely love Caleb's default EA model, but jfc he's so annoying to work with in Blender. Exact same import process for these two with VERY different results. this is the main reason i don't render him as often as other characters despite him being my favorite to write.

as a rule, I don't alter townie/premade body shapes or facial features at all - that's the constraint I put on myself - but I'm using Caleb often enough now that I might need to make an exception... I've identified six separate points of failure on him that keep ruining my renders and it's annoying to deal with.

blender people, esp those with experience rendering caleb - i ramble about my problems under the cut, I'd appreciate advice or commiseration <3 i'm using cycles.

Caleb's hair is poorly fitted to the rest of his model, so when I try to clean up seams with 'merge by distance' I get those awful hairline shadows. I can generally fix those by separating the faces and then re-merging by distance, but it's a pain in the ass and doesn't always work. This happens with other sims, but not as consistently. It’s an enormous problem when I’m trying to subdivide the surface - I pretty much can’t do that with him.

Caleb's texture already has the shadow from his hair baked on - this is completely unnecessary bc I have lights casting actual shadows in the scene, and it makes him look like Prince Zuko face-on. I tried fixing this with lighting but I think it'll be easiest to just edit the shadows off of the texture.

His eyelids are very deep set, which causes some clipping issues & sometimes makes his eyeballs poke through the lids. I occasionally get this with Lilith and Morgyn, though much less often. I don't think this one is fixable, or worth putting too much time into trying to fix - I just have to be careful with poses, and I may occasionally need to pop an eyeball back into his face.

The bridge of his nose has a sharp dip, which results in some really odd shadows. I think the issue might be that it's too low-poly and it's rendering like a sharp edge, but I haven't had any luck trying to smooth out the surface without substantially changing the shape (i'm not great with meshes). This one is kinda tough for me - I actively do not want to change anybody's facial features, but I have to edit almost every single render I do of him to smooth out the shadows. I'm not trying to get rid of the dip or eliminate the shadows, I just want it to look more like it does in-game. I generally try to address this with Affinity later, but when I don't it kinda looks like he's wearing glasses, only without frames or lenses. His nose looks fine in the render above, but less so in the ones below.

Caleb has an unusually full upper torso, which sometimes causes issues with shirts around the collarbone. That's generally pretty easy to fix by merging some specific vertices on his chest, but it's still something I have to keep an eye out for. I definitely thought this particular mesh issue (the pit in his shirt at his collarbone) was part of the shirt until I looked closer.

Caleb's forearms are unusually thick relative to his wrists, which can make some poses look kinda weird. Jacob & the default model's wrists look pretty normal in this pose, but Caleb's wrists look very broken. This isn't necessarily something worth changing, but I do need to be careful with certain poses.

I think my biggest issue is the bridge of his nose - I can find a decent workaround to most of the other problems, but I haven't found a way to get around this one except editing the final render in Affinity, which can result in me inadvertently obscuring the shape and takes a fair amount of time.

#i recognize i could eliminate some of those problems by choosing less fussy hair but like #that hair is a crime against god and i love it #caleb vatore #evil iris

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keefwho · 1 month

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March 26 - 2024 Tuesday

11:09pm

5/10

This morning I didn't feel too motivated to clean or maybe I just couldn't decide what so I dusted off my TV area and took a little inventory even though I barely ever touch that part of the room. I took my shower and made spam in macaroni noodles for the first time. It was exactly what I'd expect it to be, and it was good. I also had a pear cup.

For work I warmed up with a couple of value studies of city streets in preparation for a simple cyberpunk background I'd have to do. I finished 2 more of those YCHs today and had trouble on both of them.

After work I took some needed 'me time' but failed to treat myself right. I had conflicting and confusing feelings but either way my body got what it needed. For lunch I made my chicken stew and the lemon pepper I finally got is definitely an ingredient I shouldn't go without.

I did today's request well and worked on my animation for an hour, I think it should be done tomorrow. Then I joined BR's server so I could work on AE's avatar with him in the call. He was playing Dragon's Dogma. I had the energy today to get a whole hour done on it and finished his texturing completely. I left afterwards to chill for the night. I watched some Twitch and tried getting on VRchat for a tiny bit before DS was in bed. We did puzzles, started Monster High book 2, and I started the Halloween world in KH2. After she fell asleep, I joined BD in Vrchat for a little over an hour while I ate my dinner. It was pretty nice.

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I'm glad DS woke me up 2 minutes or so before my alarm to tell me about the bridge disaster today. If she didn't tell me and I saw it for myself, I'd have been extremely worried despite the very low chance she would have been on it.

This morning there was furry con talk in my stream chat. I felt left out because I've never been to one and don't know enough about anything to contribute to the conversation. I also have iffy feelings knowing the kinds of things that have happened at cons to people I know. They are both exciting, interesting, and worrying. In some ways I feel like I can't compete with a con goer in terms of being a relevant friend. I feel jealous.

In the evening I had thoughts going on that made it hard to focus but I got through it. I also opened up again about this old easter story about when I was 5 and didn't get any eggs during a public easter egg hunt event. I usually look back on memories like that and re-tell them like they are funny or that I should have moved on by now but the reality is I still feel shitty remembering it. I feel a deep sadness at a lot of childhood memories but I always push those feelings down. Well maybe I'm not over it and I need to do the processing I never got the chance to do.

While in VRchat I made such a strong attempt to maintain some level of perspective taking. I kept trying to visually imagine a soul/consciousness for everyone I was with which actually helped me feel connected a lot. So for brief periods, I actually felt included by other people and they were people I barely knew.

Things I liked about today:

Making chicken stew.

Playing KH2 for DS.

Hanging out in VRchat.

#journal #diary

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boxturret · 2 years

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Toa Canister reproduction

In the same vein as the Mask Pack reproduction, I decided to next tackle the Toa Canister, this was much more complex as there was six of them. Luckily, dating back from 2001, I had all six canisters, and through a recent buying spree from me trying to complete my 2001 collection I had a Kopaka canister from Europe. This is what I based my recreation on, as it was cleaner and had a more interesting layout, though unfortunately I had to use the NA barcodes, as try as I might I couldn't find any photographs of the backs of the canisters online[Update: I now have the EU barcodes and everything has been updated accordingly].

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The process was composed of 3 main elements:

Inner Sticker

One thing that massively complicated the process was that the canisters were all really unique to the Toa, seemingly simple things like the order of the Toa on the sticker were different for each of them.

The instructions were more clear cut, but I had to scan all the instruction sheets used myself, as the ones online were super low quality. Also colour matching the different canister images was a pain, all the versions I could find online had wildly different hues.

The masks I was able to get away with using some scans I took from the instruction booklets.

Buying a Kopaka that came with the canister that still had the tabs attached and had a sheath loose enough to slide off was so useful, I wouldn't have been able to recreate everything as easily without it.

Outer Sheath

This was actually much more straight forward, the hardest part was making all the Toa specific elements. There are 7 parts of the layout that need to be switched out per Toa, 3 of which I had to make by hand. The parts layout was initially scanned from the instructions, but they proved to be much to low quality, so I recreated them, since I happen to have access to a large collection of 01 era Bionicle part 3d models, AND SO DO YOU!

It was fun to recreate them, especially the weird things like the extra ball on Pohatu or the weird green axels on Lewa.

The trickiest part was the shot of them sticking out of the canister, since the render required the canister itself. I had to get the model done and have everything set up for at least the front of the label to do these, then go back and finish the rest.

The bar codes also took some working out, each one is unique and should, if I did it right, be actual bar codes. I spent so much effort on getting them right.

Though unfortunately, this is wrong, as it's the NA version of the code, not the EU. If anyone has a full collection of the EU canisters and would be willing to photograph them or simply write down the bar code and item numbers I would be super happy[Update: I now have the EU barcodes and everything has been updated accordingly].

At the end, doing all the different images I needed became quite excruciating, as the files were so large that saving and exporting took minutes. I was originally planning on doing 12 layouts, 6 for the cleaner EU version, and 6 for the NA version, but the NA one really just cuts out the parts layout bubble, shifts everything around, and adds a ton of extra text, so I didn't really want to. You also miss out on this awesome arrow.

Here's a quick comparison between the regional variants

The Canister Mesh

A bit easier than the 2d parts, since I just had to do it once.

The lid was particularly hard, as the face part wasn't really built to be used in this way, hollowing it out for the top and then doing the inside was very time consuming.

The rest went pretty smoothly as I had already had some practice with doing the jar for the parts pack.

The mesh was split in to 4 parts, the canister body, the lid, the inner sticker, which had a variation with separated tabs, and the outer sheath. All decorated parts share one texture, but I made a pale version for the insides, even though no one will ever see it.

It was a fun project, I learned so many things about layer masks, and I hope to be able to do more packaging reproductions in the future, I have a couple Matoran bags and a Turaga box for this purpose.

I've uploaded the high res labels and the 3d rendered assets I made for this to Flickr.

As I was writing this a kind person on twitter gave me the EU bar codes, so I'm not done yet!

#Bionicle #Toa #Canister #Reproduction #Packaging #THE DREAM #2001 #Youtube

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galedekarios · 1 month

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this is a personal vent post so please let me just get it all out without trying to come at me lol:

so many ppl saying they respect larian's decision to peace out and not deal with hasbro/wotc, but i have to be honest, i don't respect them at all.

they are leaving a game behind that is unfinished and a narrative mess.

they leave a game behind where everyone paid the same amount of money for it, yet depending on which character you prefer, you get less content.

the disparity between everyone else and their writer's pet ast*rion is insane. he has a half to a third more content depending on which character you compare him to.

they leave behind a sparse act 2, which is already so barren compared to act 1 and all it had to offer. act 3 is a narrative mess and lacks structure.

they leave a game behind where they made promises a handful of weeks before release where they ought to have known that they, in fact, will not be delivering said promises: access to the upper city, consequences for playing certain races across the acts (playing a drow is going to be different in act 1 and gives you advantages vs act 3 where it would give you understandable disadvantages), etc etc etc.

they leave behind a game where content was cut from the companions to make it seem like the origins have something to offer when that system is barely able to compare what origin playthroughs offered in dos2 and it hurts the game and the experience (like tara being cut for companion gale).

they leave behind a game where they promised to much variety and proclaimed in panels from hell how they struggled to show the width and depth of the game, but really? it's about as deep as a puddle. a lot of the choices do not matter. kill ethel? nah, she's alive and well in the city. no sister hags to be angry here. give karlach no infernal iron and never talk to her at all? doesn't matter, she'll survive until the end of act 3 and will still call you her bff. dissuade gale to use the orb? we'll make sure he'll still offer 3 more times just in case. send yenna away from camp bc you don't want her there? doesn't matter, she'll stay. and yes, i'm aware these are all small things, but they are part of a larger problem. almost nothing you do truly matters to the point of where i just skip most things in act 1 and 2 now.

they leave behind a game that they promise to still patch, but some things have been broken since early access / release to the point of where i'm like i'm sorry, but your word that you will continue to patch things means about as much to me as all the other empty promises. the dialogue about morena dekarios is still broken and it's been over half a year now. the astral sea scene has low-res body textures for months. i know from mutuals who love minthara that her romance is still broken. and i could go on and on.

and what gets me the most about this is all is that they have learned nothing at all from dos2: act 3 of that game was so bugged and all over the place that i couldn't muster up the motivation to finish it the first time i played. they neglected a character to the point of where he could have been removed from the game or made a general hireling (beast).

those issues were at least attempted to be fixed in the definitive edition.

with swen saying that there will be no new content anymore and stating that both bg3 and its characters are now property of wotc/hasbro, it seems unlikely we'll even get an attempt of a fix.

so what this boils down to to me is just another game company not delivering on their promises after overselling their product and more or less abandoning it after a year to move onto the next big thing.

i don't think i can respect that ngl.

#vg: baldur's gate 3 #series: baldur's gate #text: personal #larian critical #bg3 critical

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the-wardens-torch · 8 months

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FFXIVwrite2023 - Shed

FFXIVwrite2023 - Prompt #8, Entry #4

Fal's consciousness returned to him with a metallic "sping" as the aetheryte winked him back into existence. He'd enjoyed the split second trip through the aetherial sea, and he now deeply resented the fact that he had to be back in the company of his overtaxed brain and exhausted body.

But at least he was home, and it appeared to be a quiet night. Pushing open the door to his cottage, he was met with a wall of dense, hot air - the consequence of having a well-lit home in Thanalan and leaving it closed up all day. And today it had the added stink of the leather he'd been tanning the day before. It was like stepping into Ifrit's armpit.

With a sigh somewhere between annoyance and despair, he threw his "grimoire," hat and outer robe inside. Not waiting to see where or how they'd landed, he about-faced and slammed the door behind him. And, on tired legs that felt like pudding, started to walk.

Past his neighbor's wisteria tree, he reached up and undid the tie in his hair and shook it loose, letting it fall free over his shoulders… which didn't make much difference since most of it had already escaped the bounds of his ponytail and was sticking up in ten different directions amidst the humidity of the night.

As he entered the tunnel that lead to the Brimming Heart subdistrict, he peeled his shirt off over his head, briefly re-experiencing the various unpleasant smells and textures of a day of adventuring as they slid up and past his face and through the air to land on the ground behind him.

Next, he deftly undid his belt and stepped out of his longkilt, which was muddy and bloodied enough to nearly stand up under its own power. His boots came next, although the effort of unlacing them while he was still walking nearly sent him face-first into the cobblestones. Undaunted, he strove ever forward, latching onto the sound of a low, soothing roar that definitely wasn't the waters of the Rhotano, but was close enough.

Had he brought someone along for this trip, he might have turned his undressing into some kind of erotic striptease, but it had been such a long day and he was such a gods-damned mess that he felt more like a matted sheep shedding layer after layer of hot, smelly wool. And so, off came the smallclothes with very little ceremony or pretense.

Now fully in the altogether, he stepped out of the tunnel, into the heart of the Goblet. Not a single other soul was around, although he honestly wouldn't have even cared if there was. He nearly fell down for the second time as he failed to catch sight of an opulent sandstone planter before tripping over it, but he couldn't even be bothered to swear, because his mind was already where it wanted to be. His body just needed to catch up.

In weary silence, he raised his head like a supplicant to look adoringly at the sky. Though the yellow of the streetlights muddied the view a bit, the stars were still quite magnificent, the two sources of light harmonizing serenely on the shifting pool that lay at his feet. He about-faced towards the tunnel and spread his arms wide as he gazed to the heavens, leaning further and further back to take in more and more of the stars, closing his eyes serenely.

As he hit the water, the only thing louder than the splash was his sigh of relief.

((This dumb, self-indulgent idea hit me while standing in a long line at the grocery store after standing in a long line at a drugstore after a long day at work and taking a long test about veterinary pharmacy labels that I probably failed… all I wanted to be at that time was naked and underwater, so I write this…. Actually I went to bed and then wrote it the next morning because I was too tired.))

#FFXIVwrite2023 #prompt 8 #shed #The Goblet #Thanalan #The Brimming Heart

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metroidprimepics · 2 years

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More scrapped content and stuff you would struggle to see in normal gameplay.

Again, there are dead bodies in this one.

Prime

I would desperately like to take a nice aesthetic pic of this room, specifically because of the cool spooky fog. (Connects Tallon Overworld to elevator to Root Cave, which in turn connects to Magmoor.)

However, freelooking past the HUD causes... issues. It turns out that said fog was implemented in a manner I can best describe as “deranged”. It only fills the precise rectangle that you can see through the HUD.

Literally no other room in the game is like this. I can only assume this was an early one made when they were still figuring things out and it was just left like this. After all, you would. never notice normally... I can probably find a way around this, so if it turns up in the queue someday don’t be surprised. But it is weird.

When not menacing you, Magmoors chill underneath the lava vertically like this. It’s... kinda silly-looking.

Echoes

One of the dead Marines (Echoes would not let me scan, but she’s M. Angseth) has a black visor, instead of the usual blue. There is also a swarm of flies around her face.

On top of just being unusual, the flat black looks bad, so I thought there might be something weird going on underneath. Sure enough...

...clipping past the black as best I can, there’s a very low-res dead face texture underneath.

Given how shoddy it is, I’m guessing the face was hastily blacked out to make the game a little less dark, as even at this resolution the effect is somewhat... grim. Especially with the flies. (As mentioned, other ordinary Marine corpses have nothing beneath their opaque blue visors.)

Correction: All the marines have this texture??? Seems I didn’t have the best grasp of freelook controls last time I checked. It’s just really subtle. You can just barely see it through the visor, even.

They did manage to sneak one dead guy into Corruption though. More on that later.

Generally speaking in these games, if something is out of reach then it isn’t actually solid. But this ring around the Hall of Honored Dead - which, to my knowledge, ought to be inaccessible - is perfectly standable. Maybe it was meant to be used for something? Edit: It probably retains collision from being a part of the floor. Still, kind of neat.

In Torvus Bog’s Great Bridge room, the water and some of the modeled environment (e.g. that trunk on the left) extend out of bounds. On the side facing the entrance to Torvus, the edge of the room’s box has been marked with fuchsia, probably for inscrutable 3D dev reasons. is fuchsia, because the texturemap’s empty spaces are in standard “nothing is supposed to be here” fuchsia.

Also, while we’re out of bounds and looking at the back of a door- door frames may be hexagonal, but the actual door is round. (Or as round as you can get with the Gamecube’s polygon count.)

The Light World version of the Temple Access corridor just beyond has two paths - a lower Morph Ball tunnel and an upper walkway. (And an energy tank in between, if you’re into that kind of thing.)

The Dark World version, meanwhile, only has the lower tunnel. (Ignore the damage indicators, I have invulnerability on.)

...Or, does it? :)

There are three ignitable safe-zone lights at the top, some modeling, and the animated spinny thing from the light world version of the door.

You know, this frame. The dark world version is spinny and everything.

These suggest that, at some point, the upper walkable path was meant to be usable in the Dark World as well. Seems to have been scrapped, though. I mean, there wouldn’t be a point to it, except leaving after defeating the Chykkas and grabbing the energy from the Dark Temple.

Also, the safe zones at either end of the regular tunnel are emanating from hidden staffs.

Corruption

As it turns out, there is one prendered thing in this game, which is the ending cutscenes. This is not what 4x Resolution looks like. I can’t imagine that isn’t also the case for the Gamecube games. (Edit: Some of it is prerendered, a lot of it isn’t. This is the most prerendered you get, discounting . Um. You know. The other... metroid... game.)

The credits, however, are not prerendered, so I can freelook in those too. For some fucking reason. Huge shoutout to everyone in these credits (except Yoshio Sakamoto)!

This one is marginally more graphic than usual so I’ll put it in a link, but as mentioned, Retro did manage to include one uncensored human corpse on the Valhalla.

This is worse than the one in Echoes, but he’s tucked into a corner in a mid-game area, so I imagine those responsible for keeping the game T for Teen didn’t notice. In fact, probably nobody noticed, except weirdo corpse-examiners like me. It’s not even that remarkable, except when you remember that Metroid is (allegedly) a flagship Nintendo franchise.

There’s some text on these screens in the Olympus. Anything interesting?

“Ship frigate 1” on the left and “dgfdfg dfgbbfd” etc on the right. Nice... lore.

Um... Maybe something like...

[bunch of words] people especially you because i know it’s not every.... is dfhdfbsd good for you everyday it’s good for you [absolutely cannot read] bring you [something] TP everyday it’s good for you [something]

Mmm. Tasty lore. Really meaningful.

This one I had to flip since it’s backwards ingame, but it is the only screen that has real text, which consequently makes it much easier to read. It looks like a safety notice.

Exercise extreme caution when firing your guns inside ship, armour piercing rounds may penetrate hull’s [something something something] causing massive damage. Glass of observation decks is protected with emergency shutter incase of sudden decompression a [something] will fall from the ceiling and to you.

It’s not super professionally-written, but if anything that’s more realistic. (The Commonwealth spelling “armour” is weird from an American dev though.)

Almost certainly none of this was ever meant to be read, though.

There’s not much interesting going on in the readouts on the bridge, but I would like to point out at the very bottom of one of the screens, it reads,

“ONLINE OTHERBRAIN ACCESS READING 100″, There is an unused logbook scan which says some people call Aurora Unit 242 “Other Brain”, so it might be referring to her? Or maybe the fighter onscreen has its own mini-AU. Stop putting brains in things for no reason... Please...

Speaking of horrible meatships, I just wanted to give a nicer view of the Space Pirate ship that rams into the Olympus during the attack in the prologue, because it’s really something to behold.

...It’s come to my attention that the planet labeled as “Pirate Homeworld” in this game has an actual name, Urtraghus. So from now on I’ll be using that.

In the transit stations, I happened to fly through a cloud of the little bugs around the lamps, and realized...

...that they aren’t just little motes of light. They have models??? And textures???

Given how tiny these are, and how high they fly, it is really unlikely you would be able to see any of this during actual gameplay. 15 years later, they are revealed... Let’s zoom in.

Cute! The face resembles that of the Pirates from this planet. Could be larva, or just a related species. (Edit: the ingame filename is Pirate Wasp Mother, and the artist lists them as larvae in her portfolio. So Who Knows!)

There isn’t really any figurative art on Urtraghus. Which technically makes sense, since it’s not temples and suchlike but military installations, but I was kind of experiencing statuary withdrawals and kept looking anyway, and well... This structure looming over the big courtyard looks like a very stylized head...? Maybe. There’s a couple similar structures around the planet, maybe this is as figurative as they get.

Also, this is a long shot, but if anyone has a MPT (or even regular Corruption) save in which you’ve acquired Grapple Voltage but haven’t destroyed the seed yet, I would appreciate it, as it’s proving difficult to emulate some of the necessary motion controls. If not I’ll go through and handle this planet on the Wii myself.

Thank you to bearborg for corrections and said save file :D

#misc_

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shoppncarticles · 2 years

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The Porygon Family

Now this may quite be the most unique and strange Pokemon of the original 151. Porygon here is a Normal type, and said to be completely artificial, developed by the in-universe megacorp Silph Co. It was somehow born in computer programs and translated seamlessly into real life, and is just as sentient and alive as any other Pokemon. It’s said to be completely made of code, and nobody really knows how it lives, since it’s without a heartbeat and doesn’t even breathe. It somehow even travels freely between reality and cyberspace.

It’s never even precisely explained why people decided to create Porygon back in the day. Apparently they did it just because they could. That certainly bodes well.

It’s really amusing that Porygon is an extremely low-poly model, common in games back in the mid-90s when Pokemon was released. Porygon almost resembles a rubber duck in its anatomy, something made clearly in its more high-definition upgrade.

Once Porygon is given a disc containing several development patches, it evolves into the aptly named Porygon2. Containing a dozen times as many polygons, Porygon2 looks even more like a rubber duck, and is animated in the 3D games to bob listlessly like a drinky bird. Adorable.

Porygon2 was said to be developed in order to travel into space on interplanetary expeditions, but sadly didn’t manage to live up to expectations in reality. The poor thing can’t even fly properly.

Still, Porygon2 is a pretty impressive display of the technological capabilities in the Pokemon universe. The upgrade was said to give Porygon2 a proper AI, and it enjoys studying new things and analyzing as much information as it can. It even is capable of developing new mannerisms that weren’t originally programmed into it, which is just delightful. I’m glad that if the Pokemon universe was able to develop a sentient, self-operating AI they put it in a cartoon duck body to make it absolutely charming and goofy in demeanor.

Then, the fourth generation added Porygon-Z to the family. After space exploration failed, the obvious next step was to try exploring alien dimensions (which are completely real in Pokemon, by the way), but apparently something went horribly wrong, leading to this more unusual and distinctly differently designed Porygon.

That’s not all, though. While the item used to evolve Porygon to Porygon2 is mentioned to be an official upgrade produced by Silph Co., the Dubious Disc used to evolve Porygon2 into Porygon-Z is explicitly mentioned to not have been developed by Silph Co., and instead by some shady third-party company who cracked Porygon’s code. This resulted in Porygon-Z becoming a horribly glitchy mess of a Pokemon, something I am also delighted to see brought to life in the games. It would be fun to see Porygon-Z with error textures or faces breaking on its model, but I suppose there’s only so much they can do intentionally. It twitches erratically during its idle animation on occasion, at least.

I do like how the glitchiness of Porygon-Z is conveyed by its odd design, though. It may look pretty different from Porygon2 at first, but you can actually tell how they used to be the same creature. Porygon-Z’s body seems to be rotated on the wrong axis, with its arms stuck out like a T-posing model. Even the ‘horn’ on its head is actually its old neck, meaning Porygon-Z’s head got flipped upside-down in the corruption process. Wild!

(I wish there was a higher res scan of this card...)

When you think about it, Porygon-Z is another really disturbing, genuinely sickly Pokemon along the lines of Weezing, only due to its more cartoonish, digital model nature, it’s not as apparent. Porygon2 was on the path to HD success, and all the trainers who decided to evolve it into Porygon-Z went and infected its body with terrible malware that ended up horrifically malforming its body. The poor thing’s even been driven mad by looking into alternate dimensions, just look at its wild yellow eyes.

Score: 5/5 - PERFECT!

Having digital Pokemon in-universe which somehow transferred over to the real world is such an excellent idea, and their evolutionary path makes for one of the more interesting Pokemon family histories to boot.

[Gen 1 Archive]

#pokemon #pokemon review #porygon #porygon2 #porygon-z

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saikitsu · 2 years

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i know i didn't respond to discord dms yet but expect me to patiently sit at your door like a pitiful minecraft dog waiting for its owner for any oc lore you have even if you don't like what you have 🤲 mutual oc brainrot my beloved

ok all i have abt him is insane ramblings in my journal and like random notes on my phone so i looked up a character sheet on deviant art to try and make it more coherent >< i hope this makes sense :p also he is not a self insert he’s like.. completely another guy. just to clarify -v-

Basics

Name (Nickname): juno (everyone calls him junie for some reason. asmo calls him junebug because he’s insect-like <- will explain that later)

Age: 26

Gender: whatever. uses he/him.

List three to five most important things about your character.

autistic, prone to paranoia, appears detached (and sometimes is) but is usually very very invested in everything (more than he can handle). easily influenced by the people around him in terms of behavior. cigarette smoker (addicted and doesn’t care to quit).

Physical Details

Build/Body Type/Physical Frame: imagine if a mosquito was a guy.

Height: taller than most humans, shorter than the brothers/royals.

Skin: brown. lots of random discoloration for no particular reason.

Hair: dark brown. reaches his waist.

Eyes: brown.

Other defining features/extra anatomy: crooked nose (broke it and never went to the doctor). long, thin fingers. not particularly nice to look at.

Habits: bites nails, tries not to talk/verbalize anything as much as he can manage, counts in his head when he is nervous. chainsmokes over a pack a day.

Gestures/Mannerisms: none at all he’s quite still. will fidget with his hair if nervous but otherwise he’s kind of like a statue.

Demeanor: bad posture, sort of a nervous/neurotic looking guy. his eyes are large and round so he always has an owlish expression.

Voice: monotone, his emotions aren’t easily expressed with his voice so a change in tone is practically non-existent barring any physical influence on his throat or something.

Style/Clothing: owns three pairs of jeans and like seven t-shirts he got from a thrift store, the most average wardrobe ever because the thought of being perceived terrifies him. does stick to dark/neutral colors when he can because brighter colors are very overwhelming for him to look at. no real sense of style it means nothing to him/confuses him.

Personality

Part One: Basic Info

Loves/Favorites: menthol newports, MMORPGs and platformers, nonfiction media, slice of life media, extremely tight hugs, philosophy (kierkegaard-pilled), any foods with a soft/smooth texture like mashed potatoes or ice cream or something, others expressing joy around him.

Hates: depressing/existential media (he loves escapism), having his stomach/chest touched, rooms with too many doors/windows (can’t sit with his back facing a door or a window), talking about himself (makes him deeply uncomfortable). also pain (like, extremely low pain tolerance even paper cuts send him spiraling but he hides it well it’s just internally. he suffers.)

Hobbies: reads a lot but will re-read the same books and refuse to find new ones unless they are very specific to his niche tastes (drives satan insane but he will not budge), enjoys cooking but only for himself, likes to review media he consumes in his journal (will not show anybody ever and will get annoyed if someone insists on seeing), and driving (he’s not good at it).

Talents/Skills: hmm he is rather intelligent if that counts as a talent, in terms of skills he convinces himself that he is incapable of everything and talks himself out of practicing in fear that even if he devotes himself to it he will never be good. above average singer but he hates using his voice so it’s not really relevant. has a great memory. i don’t know that this is a talent but his paranoia means he has a map-like understanding of every building he’s ever been in, and a great sense of direction. oh and he’s a decent cook.

Hopes/Dreams: has very little ambition, is fairly content going through the motions (wake up, go to work/obligations, sleep, repeat). sometimes desires to be known and loved but he could live without it/in all honestly would not do well in a long-term relationship with someone who required a normal amount of devotion/attention. if he didn’t have to work he still would not do much i think he’d just sit in his room and read or drive around.

Fears/Nightmares: being perceived like literally being looked at and having a physical form bothers him a lot (especially being tall, he wishes he could be average height, one thing he likes abt the devildom is that he is shorter than everyone). having his back to any door or window (general paranoia). any tidbit of information he gives other people being used against him, even if it logically couldn’t be.

Best Quality: despite being generally confused by other people and how they behave, he does try his best to make others happy in the ways he can manage. i also think he cares deeply abt others but it never comes across.

Greatest Flaw: too intimidated by the larger aspects of life (love, career, etc.) that he does not try for anything and chooses to be content with the bare minimum/nothing at all.

Character Strengths: doesn’t really budge on his convictions, cares a lot and tries to be careful with other people’s emotions (not always successful), despite the flat affect he loves joy in others.

And the coinciding weaknesses: if he feels a relationship (platonic or otherwise) has faded/weakened he will cut it off completely and will not be convinced of its potential by the other person no matter what. avoids conflict to a point others would consider extreme (physically removes himself from any conflict situations, if he is cornered, shuts down and will not speak). generally is very private abt his existence and does not do well being around others for more than a few hours at a time.

Quirks: not particularly physically affectionate but subconsciously leans on people he is comfortable around, or places a hand on their shoulder. clicks his tongue often after speaking. prone to chronic nosebleeds.

One thing they are and one thing they are not.

kind, but not really nice.

Part Two: In-depth Analysis

How does the character picture themself?

physically he does not think abt himself at all, mentally he is so consumed by outer stimuli that any inward reflection is uncomfortable/exhausting so he does not think abt himself very much. if he is forced to be alone with his thoughts i do not think he would like himself very much but he would be resigned abt it.

How do others see them?

unpleasant if you do not know him, if you are his friend/he thinks of you as such he will be quite inexpressive but you will get a gentleness that he doesn’t use with others. gives off an aura of discomfort/nervousness (i can’t find it but think of that video of a wet rat trembling).

Most valued possession: the notebook where he keeps his media reviews.

Darkest secret and/or treasured memory: doesn’t really have secrets his life is quite small. treasured memory.. he doesn’t think abt memories like that really.

Are they motivated by possibility or necessity?

he’s not motivated by anything, necessity maybe in terms of avoiding breakdowns or triggers, but even physical necessities like eating/sleeping are difficult for him to be motivated to do.

How do they view the future and/or the past?

does not think abt them, prefers to stay grounded in the present as there is already a lot going on in his head at any given moment.

What kind of energy level do they usually have?

low base level energy, rarely if he is worked up abt something/interested in something he will have a bit more energy.

Do they have a temper?

yes. you can tell when he’s getting upset because he starts getting twitchy and eventually leaves the room.

How do they respond to the surrounding world, the ‘unfamiliar,’ and other people in general?

autistic so all stimuli is very overwhelming and anything unfamiliar takes a lot of work to get used to, and if he doesn’t want to he will not acclimate to it no matter what, even to his detriment. other people are confusing to him and he can’t handle a lot of interaction but he doesn’t dislike them, most of his conflict with other people stems from a lack of understanding on both sides. if it weren’t for that i think he would like to meet new people.

Polite or rude?

he’s not.. rude on purpose but people would think of him that way. that’s me projecting a little im often told i’m rude when i’m just being.. neutral i think.

What kind of ‘public’ face do they display?

none, or at least not intentional. he seems apathetic/detached because he struggles to emote/does not speak, but that rarely changes in public or in private.

Leader or a follower?

neither/follower. a very solitary person but he can be influenced by the people around him to behave a certain way.

More happy by themselves or in a group?

by himself, but he does find enjoyment in being in a group sometimes. he’s content to sit back and watch other people interact like listening to a podcast which is how he grows a little fond of the brothers and their hijinks.

Do they have any addictions/dependencies/fixations/ or other strange behavior?

addicted to cigarettes. he likes bugs a lot more than most, but i don’t know that i’d call it a fixation. i don’t know what classifies as strange behavior.

History/Background

Occupation: probably found some menial office job that pays enough and doesn’t require a lot of interaction/has a strict routine.

Intelligence Level: what does this mean.. intelligence level 9000….

Family:

parents: doesn’t hate them but doesn’t care abt them and vice versa. they don’t talk and they’re both fine with it. older brother: doesn’t get along with him. they don’t talk. younger sister: civil, bordering on friendly relationship. but not close and only speak when they really have to/want to check in on the other.

Friends: before the devildom, none. after the devildom.. none. (that’s not quite true but i’ll elaborate later.)

Combat (<- lol)

Physical Strength: poor

Coordination/Reflexes: also poor

Fighting Style: if he had to fight/defend himself he’d just break down. this is relevant i suppose in the obey me universe.

Unusual Abilities/Powers: absolutely none. average human being. cant cast a spell to save his life. not a magical bone in his body. (the whole lilith descendant thing is.. i just don’t think abt it but lets say it’s true he just didn’t inherit any powers.)

if u r curious i can elaborate on his relationships with the obey me characters but i think this is already too long :0 i’ll leave it here lmk if u want to know more abt him or have any questions.. i like to talk abt him but i didn’t think anybody would like to know.. hope u enjoy this little guy... thank u goodnight *bows*

#oc #juno #ask #trying to answer these questions based on my incoherent scribbles was so. it was so..#does any of this make sense….#but i enjoyed it pls ask any questions you may have -v- if you even have any he is not that interesting #txt

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More alien au? 👀

(This contains smut 🫢)

Estelle had expected pain when she woke up, instead there was nothing more than a slight tingling sensation in her neck when she sat up. It was completely dark, except for strange glowing orbs that lined the cave walls like lights.

If it was dark, that meant it was night now. From what they had observed, this planet had 30 hour long days. 26 hours of night and 4 hours of daylight.

A gust of breeze across her bare skin made her realise that her clothes were completely gone. She seemed to be on a bed made up of furs and a soft type of leather-y hide.

“H-hello?” She called out to the cave, going stiff when she realised two of those glowing orbs were moving.

That being moved closer, Estelle could now see it better in the low light of the cave. His black hair was a little past his shoulders, she noticed ridged on his shoulders that seemed textured into the skin.

His skin still had that iridescent shine, Estelle could faintly see a scale like skin covering his body like little diamonds.

His mouth moved but the language that came out, she couldn’t comprehend. Her translator was gone, probably where ever her clothes were gone.

Estelle sat up, now on her knees as she looked this man in the eyes. She softly touched her chest, smiling.

“Estelle,” She whispered, tapping her chest, “I’m Estelle,”

He stared at her for a moment, not even blinking. She swallowed thickly, did it think she was food?

“Yoongi,” It uttered out and tapped its own chest, muttering something again, “Yoongi,”

A thankful smile passed on her lips, shifting in the bed again, her legs spread slightly for a moment, “Hi Yoongi,”

Its ears flicked, eyes going wide and hissing. She froze, only to let out a yelp when her legs were pulled out from under her.

Yoongi was sniffing the air again as he pinned her to this make shift bed, Estelle gasping when he spread her legs suddenly. Her pussy was on full display to this man.

“U-uh!” Her hands covered herself, “T-this isn’t-t a very custom greeting for h-humans-“

Her hand was yanked away with a surprising amount of strength. Estelle let out another sound when Yoongi leaned down, suddenly licking up her slit.

Estelle noticed two things now.

Yoongi’s tongue was textured, not subtle in the way a human’s was. No, there were ridges and spur like bumps on his tongue.

And whatever was in his saliva, was making her pussy warm and pulse with need. That one lick already had her soaked.

“Y-Yoongi-!”

He lapped at her again, this time Estelle could only let out a feverish moan. Was this how his people greeted each other? If so, this species was the strangest she’d encountered.

Estelle heard him whisper something in that language again but it was drowned out as her arousal grew stronger. His saliva had to be some sort of aphrodisiac, by the way she was already dripping wet.

Another moan left her throat as he continued to lap at her pussy, hands holding her thighs spread as buried his face between her legs.

On Earth and aboard the ship, Estelle had never consummated with a human man. There had been offers, Hoseok had even recommended she join the re-population program if she ever decided to leave research. Something about being extremely healthy and fertile.

But if all human men could eat pussy like this, Estelle would have tried it ages ago.

Her back arched when Yoongi swirled his tongue over her clit, the sudden stimulation making her cry out. He lifted his head for a moment, growling before returning to his work.

All Estelle could do was grip the furs beneath herself and moan.

Her orgasm came suddenly, like a rope snapping in her stomach. It had her spasming against his mouth, pussy pressing against Yoongi’s textured tongue as she shook with pleasure.

Amidst the pleasure, Estelle could feel herself gushing, Yoongi lapping up every last drop before reluctantly pulling away from her wet cunt.

Despite the language barrier, Estelle knew he simply looked proud of himself before she passed out for a second time.

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