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soliavenne · 5 years ago

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Birthday Cake

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Warning: NSFW content ahead!

It was supposed to just be a sly joke on your behalf.

…But it’s your birthday anyways, and Gaara was more than enthusiastic to spoil you on your special day.

All you have to do is to repeat what you teasingly whispered to him once again; maybe coo it sexily right into his ear. You knew it yourself you’d instantly shatter him right at the very spot as his whole being gets swallowed by his innate need to please you.

Another birthday gift wouldn’t hurt after all, right?

“You said something, didn’t you?” Gaara whispered under his breath as he continued to lean forward, making your body shift backwards until you were cornered in between his body and the firm arm rest of the couch. “I wasn’t able to pick up on it, my love. I would appreciate it a lot if you were to repeat your words earlier to me so that I could assist you.”

“I- it was a joke, Gaara.” You tried to avoid his stern gaze, swallowing the lump in your throat when he moved closer, his knee almost an inch away from pressing against your now pulsing heat.

“Was it?” Gaara furrowed his forehead, his icy-cold gaze piercing right through you. He dove his head forward to trace a line of soft, pecking kisses on your jaw; sending a shudder down your spine. You slowly raked your nails across his scalp in return, earning a soft groan from his mouth. Gaara dragged his lips down towards your neck, giving it an excruciatingly slow, licking kisses before taking in a portion of your skin to suckle on gently. “Was it really just a joke, my love?”

“No…” You whispered breathily, a warm flush spreading across your cheeks as you felt the familiar weight of his body press down against you, pinning you deepe and deeper into the couch. “Please… kiss me, Gaara.”

“Not until you repeat what you said.” Gaara mumbled with a smirk, hooking his index finger into the rounded-neckline of your stretchy t-shirt to pull it down, revealing more of your supple skin; which Gaara pampered with wet, gentle kisses. Gaara shot his eyes towards yours to meet your gaze once again, taking in the sight of your softly panting open-mouth and your heavy-lidded eyes; his gaze as if he was anticipating the words to fall off of your mouth right at that moment.

“W- would you still be…” You swallowed, your eyes falling to the side embarrassingly, only for Gaara to softly grab you by chin to have you face him once again. “t- the type of guy who doesn’t like sweets… i- if you’re going to lick the frosting off of my body?”

Despite being on the teasing end of the line, the blush on his face got redder in an interesting contrast. “I see.” He pressed his knee against the cushion of the couch, his other foot planted on the floor as he reached out for the birthday cake on the coffee table, hooking his finger into the icing before smearing your lower lip with it.

“Would you like me to give it a try, Y/N?”

You quickly latched onto Gaara’s shirt, pulling him downwards abruptly before wrapping your arms around the back of his neck; pressing a firm kiss against his lips. Gaara chuckled against your pout before snaking his tongue outside his mouth, dragging it to the horizontal of your lower lip to lick off the frosting before sucking it into his wet mouth. Your hands snaked down his back, trying to untangle the apron from his body shakingly before pulling on the circular fabric over his head and kicking the apron down the floor.

“I need to taste more.” Gaara whispered in between his sloppy kisses before placing a grip on your waist, swiftly shifting your position, with your back now pressing against back rest of the couch as he sat you upright. Gaara sat on your lap, his hands reaching out for the knot pressing against your lower back to untie it before pulling the apron over your head; discarding it into the side. He briefly turned around to grab another smear of icing into his index finger. “Please…” He cooed breathily into your ear. “stick out your tongue for me, baby.”

Your eyes widened a little at how needy his tone was, but you did oblige to his request; darting your tongue out gradually much to his approval. Gaara pressed his frosting-covered finger down your tongue before leaning his head forward once again, shoving an intrusive kiss against you, parting your wet mouth with his eager tongue as he continued to shamelessly explore your cavern in search for the sweetness of the frosting mixing in with the raw taste of your mouth, sucking your tongue greedily as if he wanted to taste even the tiniest hint he could receive from your sopping mouth. His sense of control began to cripple down as your intricate taste continued to intoxicate every fiber of his being.

You reached for your back, untangling the lock of your bra and hastily pulling the strap from the armholes and throwing it down the floor before pulling Gaara’s hand to press it against your heaving, clothed chest; making him growl lowly into your mouth. Gaara pulled back from the kiss as he panted uncontrollably, his chest heaving up and down, his face as red as his now messy hair as the sudden wave of dominance he had earlier began to leave his system. Gaara pressed his face against your cheek lovingly, mumbling a soft apology as he had realized that he kissed you way too hard earlier; which made you giggle in response as you tried to reassure him that it was fine.

“But your lips are a little swollen, Y/N,” Gaara whispered, his eyes soft and endearing. He placed his hand against your jaw, giving your lip a gentle brush of his thumb.

“Are they?” You asked amusingly as you stabilized your breathing process. “Does that mean you’ll have to lick the frosting somewhere else?”

Gaara’s stomach dropped, as your words never failed to fuel his impending arousal to seep through every pore of his skin. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his taut body to you; the gentle trace of his abs continuing to show more as it began to glisten with the tiniest glow of sweat. “And it what such place would you like me to lick it off, Y/N?”

“Why not take me in for a surprise? It’s my birthday, anyway.” Your voice was soft, yet the faintest endearing tease laced it ever so subtly. The subtleties he had learned to discern perfectly as time ripened his understanding of such things that he never really encountered before. He could also tell that the gradual indentation of smirk on your pout was in response to how easy it takes for you to rile him up and rob him off of his capacity to speak, and somehow; that increased his determination to bite back with a surprise you’re not expecting at all from him.

His boldness had always been in a state of unprecedented highs and lows. There are times where his statements ring of the usual dominance he emanates as the Kazekage himself, but his inexperience snaps him back to being a bashful shell of himself. Gaara’s chest tightened, as the rest of what he was planning on doing tonight followed up to his remaining rationality. His nervousness started to tackle him down, but his intrinsic impulse to satisfy your sexual urges came stronger. “Can I take off your pants, my love?” He started off as he stood from your lap, a faint shake nestling in between his sentence that he tried to swallow into hiding.

You nodded back to him, an anticipating sigh ripping from your chest as he pulled your pants by your waistband alongside propping his knee upon the carpeted floor as he kneeled before you. You were now left barely covered down below by the fabric of your dark, red thong, and the sexy garment earned a slight bite on Gaara’s lip as he took in the sight of the playful color pressing a beautiful contrast against your skin; spiralling him deeper into his arousal. Gaara pressed a fleeting kiss upon your lower abdomen as he stroked the curve of your hips with his thumbs, and when the tracing path of his mouth came in contact with the hem of your shirt, Gaara used the space between his thumb and index finger to push it upwards, revealing your heaving, naked breasts before him. With an endearing kiss upon one breast, and a knowing smile as he looked up to you, he grabbed the cake from the table behind his back, placing it beside you. He earned a shocked gasp from you when he wrapped his forearms around your thighs as he pulled you a lower towards him, encouraging you to rest your thighs upon his broad shoulders. behind your back up towards the side of your waist. An even louder gasp escaped you after he swiftly grabbed a dallop of frosting onto his fingers and rubbed the cold cream upon your hardening nipple.

“Fuck, Gaara…” You moaned when he abruptly pulled you downwards once again before enveloping your stiff peak with the cushion of the inside of his lips prior to taking in the whole nipple into his eager mouth, gradually increasing the firmness of his suckling as you continued to writhe against him. Gaara rubbed the remaining frosting on your other nipple before rubbing his forefinger slyly against it in a teasing manner, making your bite your lip in bliss.

“So sweet…” He growled with a low, breathy voice as his arousal began to take over him once again. He used his hand to maneuver your teat to suit his liking as his eye contact encouraged you to watch exactly how he sucked the frosting out of your nipple. Gaara closed his eyes before releasing the nub with a tight pop. “Take more of the frosting, Y/N.” He took in a deep breath before speaking once again. “I want to see you rub it over yourself.” Gaara whispered; his tone complex with a gradually increasing dominance yet a part of him still being held back.

You hooked your middle and index finger into the piped frosting of the cake. He eyed you hungrily, taking in the sight of you erotically rubbing frosting in circles over your stimulated nipple as you tried your best to bite back a gasp with a shy lip bite. Gaara leaned closer and swallowed the swollen nipple right into his starving mouth once again, retreating his mouth, extending the stiffened tip of his tongue to lick your hardened peak left and right vigorously before wrapping his dripping mouth all over it again, making you mewl his name lustfully as he wrapped your other nipple in between the sides of his index finger and his middle finger, fiddling with it lustfully.

The euphoria was getting the best of you, and you no longer cared how feral it might have appeared to be when you started to buck your hips in hopes of gaining a firmer gratification against his toned chest. Your slick was now soaking your thongs wet, and the lack of attention was beginning to make you desperate for his touch. “Please… please Gaara…”

Gaara licked and suckled both of your breast clean as he took his face from it with a faintest hint of satisfied smirk upon his lips.

There was more to the surprise you have yet to unwrap.

And there was something much more sweeter he has yet to taste.

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Dedicated to my fellow writer, @ithinkinstories / @theshinobifairytales! Ya’ll check out her blogs, she writes for the Naruto fandom! Thank you so much for everything! Happy, happy birthday, you! :* <3 Take care, always!! :)) <3

#sabaku no gaara #gaara smut #ithinkinstories #theshinobifairytales

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sonichkkaaascreams · 4 years ago

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Mountain with a flower crown

As inspired by a post made by @bleachhaven I made a bleach OC. I am very proud of her. This post is her full bio as I laid the ground work of who she is and next post coming in sometime tomorrow or the day after will be a oneshot of this wonderful lady and her partner. Maybe even turn into something more.

The request and the head cannon it resulted were as followed:

Headcanon for Zaraki Kenpachi with a S/O that’s bigger than him (fluff and smut)

wordcount: 5816 ~

it’s a lpt so i hope you’re patient with me. i like going in depth with my OC’s but also this time i tried to keep her simple and leave some space for the oneshot to come. also i already apologize for any possible errors that i might have missed. my eyes are stinging at the time of posting this.

again special thanks to @bleachhaven and also a thank you to @shadowsnlace who also inspired me with their headcanons and i will be using tid bits from their combined effort (they worked seporatly.) in the oneshot of the same name as in the headline.

Verse: bleach manga – bleach anime property of Tite Kubo

Motto: Chop your own wood, it will warm you twice.

Name: Yasu (assertive child, ヤス) Yamase (Yama = mountain ,山 – se = back / spine / stature / ridge , 背 )

Reason or meaning of the name: she was a very large child since birth – and her last name was given because of her large stature that resembled a mountain in comparison to her peers and the fact that she carried the livelihood of an entire village on her back.

Nickname: 1. Ushi-oni (Ox/cow demon - 牛鬼)

2. Yama-0nna (mountain woman/ mountain lady)

Reason for nickname: 1. This nickname bears the weight of an insult and is what she is called by those who have crossed her path and met her as an enemy. They call her that to convey how beastly large and powerful she is and by the extent how unbothered by their attacks she was.

2. This endearing nickname is given to her by the new children of her village. They call her that because she is very large, like a mountain, and also because she has the word mountain in her last name.

Birth date: Oct 1st

Her birth: she was born on the first day of autumn, around 2 A.M (the hour is known as the ox hour) it was a quiet and peaceful night with the owls hooting as the only noise outside.

Place of birth: a small secluded beachside village named “Momo Niwa” (peach, garden/field - 桃,庭) located in district 35 of east Rukongai

Species: soul

Occupation: formerly the hunter, farmer gardener, shepherd, fisherwoman, and the primary breadwinner of her village

Later on: Shinigami (soul reaper)

Age: 556 years old

How old does the OC appear: mid to late twenties (maybe late twenties to early thirties if you account for some significant facial features)

Weight: 363.4 lbs = 164.83 kg

Height: 8’8 = 264.16 cm

Body build: she is 363.4 lbs of pure muscle accumulated by eating a bear (or 3 entier boars down to the bone) a day and shaped with everyday hard labor since she was old enough to have a grip on a tool. She is bulky and strong, able to wrestle with a grown male bear easily, carry multiple three trunks on her back, and if needed pull a tree out of the ground. She is perhaps the single largest soul living in soul society.

The shape of her face: her face is not very feminine, she has a sharp jawline and strong chin. High cheekbones and gentle brows. Her nose while proportionate has been broken twice. The skin of her face while still soft has been wiped with direct sunlight for long periods of time. Her lips are thick and plump with a downward curve that makes her seem constantly annoyed. A small horizontal scar on her right cheek from where she was attacked by an angry wild cat as an inexperienced hunter. A scar on her upper left forehead near her hairline from when she fell off a three as a child (there is a very small bald spot there due to the scar tissue) and a thick but short diagonal scar under the right corner of her lip leaving it slightly misshapen.

Eye color: light gray – almost white if looked at from afar.

Eyesight: exceptional

Skin tone: as a child, she had fine pale skin, but as the years went by and time spent on the field or the beach her skin changed, and now it’s rough, leathery, and tanned – however, some parts of her body that have never been under the direct sunlight are still moonlight pale.

Distinguishing marks: the scars on her face. Her physique. Scaring around her feet and hands due to hard labor and occasional fights.

Predominant features: the sheer size and height of this woman.

Hair color: a dark reddish-brown with a few gray streaks amidst them. The gray parts make her seem older than she is.

Hair type: wavy, wild, and unkempt. She rarely has enough time or patience to properly care for them.

Hairstyle: the majority of her hair is usually either in a high ponytail or a bun to keep out of her face with a simple old blue ribbon that’s almost ragged by this point due to extensive use. The gray streaks are kept in small braids decorated with beads, feathers, and animal teeth or bones. (insisted by her village elders as hair decoration speaks of position in her village)

Voice: surprisingly has a soft and gentle voice that seems unusual for her throat. Make no mistake she is not quiet nor meek. She has loud booming laughter that is guaranteed to shake the house and her voice can easily be heard over others in a loud crowded room. But her speech pattern is gentle, polite, soft-spoken, and calming. She speaks with a reassuring sense of confidence that will make everyone listen and heed her words.

Overall attractiveness: she is not considered conventionally beautiful nor attractive; especially by feminine standards. She is simply too large, too tall, and too muscular to be the image of the traditionally graceful innocent flower petal that women are perceived as. Instead, she is considered rather handsome. In a manly, reliable kind of way that makes a woman to be attracted to her more than men. As most men don’t like courting girls that tower over them both figuratively and literally.

Physical disabilities: due to her height and weight, her knees and ankles are prone to joint pain and are in need of getting an ointment and herbal massage every once in a while. She may be very strong but the same muscles that made her so, also take away from her speed and she usually is more of a slow and steady kind of worker than the speedy type. She also used to have a difficulty in controlling her strength and had very loud and heavy steps and as a hunter that was a disadvantage. She has long since corrected her steps and is now as quiet as a wild cat while hunting and is quite good with her hands now but she is still rather slow.

The usual fashion of dress: as a child, she would wear normal clothing but as she continued to grow at an abnormal rate her clothes began to consist of multiple Yukatas and Kimonos sewn poorly together to make one dress that is big enough for her to wear comfortable and decently.

Favorite outfit: an utilitarian Yukata that is made of multiple dark-colored and green-colored fabrics that she uses for hunting and a winter coat made of only white rabbit skin.

Jewelry or accessories: No earrings, necklaces, or rings only hair decorations made of seashells, feathers, carved bones, and teeth.

Personality: Hardworking, steel true, and blade straight, Yasu is the primary breadwinner of her small village and responsible for the care of many elders, pregnant women, and many children along with many injured and otherwise incapacitated souls. She not only hunts, fishes works on fields, collects herbs, fixe tools, and homes, and guards the village against potential harm, but also she teaches everything she was taught and learned herself to the next generation ensuring the survival of her small village. She is primarily a noncombatant as her imposing sight alone wards off any potential threats and due to her size and strength she rarely needs to exert herself and to this day she has not been physically challenged (not since the first time she wrestled a bear as a child, but then she was mostly unprepared than weaker. Ps. She cried when she accidentally killed it, stopped crying when she realized how tasty the bear is.).

Unless necessary she rather not partake in violence, as a hunter she was thought that a kill must be clear and clean sparing the pray from unneeded misery and pain. If forced, however she is not a pushover, and while still does not partake in needless violence will effectively and immediately remove the assailant from her and her associates' vicinity by picking them up and throwing them away over her head.

She grew up in a village that predominantly had many fragile and weak people and thus not only she gained mastery over her strength but also was raised with the duty of the caretaker. She may have been one of the younger children of her village at the time, but since she was the largest and strongest many of the manual labor was placed on her shoulders and so she grew to have a habit of being everyone’s mother, to care for their well-being, eating habits, if their sleeping well, fixing their clothes if it’s untidy and even bathing them. (She was strong enough to safely carry the pregnant women to the bath, wash them safely and carry them back with no problem, or help those that had injured arms or legs in bathing)

She is, as formerly mentioned, very soft-spoken and quiet and never feels the need to yell or raise her voice as her sight alone demands unwavering attention. She is well respected as the breadwinner of an entire village as is dutiful to be deserving of that respect. She rises early morning before the birds – the elders' joke that she wakes up the sun every morning ) and goes to bed later than everyone on the nights that she doesn’t stand guard all night (again the elders' joke that she either stays up to make sure all the stars are accounted for or that she keeps guard of the moon as well.)

She knows there’s a time and a place for everything, a time to be respectful, a time to be playful, and a time to be forceful. She put her duty as the caretaker above all else.

She hates it when people think she’s older than she is because of her hair and battered face.

She holds on to a very old superstition that drinking boar blood mixed with milk makes children grow to be strong, completely ignoring the parts that the superstition is about “sons” and not daughters and that she is not a “CHILD” anymore.

She may act humbly, but secretly she loves how large she is. The only time she ever hated her height is when she entered Shino Academy and all the doorframes were too short for her and her dorm room was ridiculously small for her built. And for that, she prefers to sleep on the rooftop.

She genuinely enjoys hard labor and will always offer to carry items for others and if she senses that someone is getting tired she will carry them on her shoulder With delight.

While she is a well-spoken person, if she meets someone she is annoyed with or particularly have done something to warrant her contempt towards them, she starts calling them a very specific insult she never normally uses and only reserves for those she dislikes. “Puny/tiny man” for the men and “ladybug” or “little caterpillar” for the woman. (Ex: *smiling politely* be careful little ladybug/puny man, it would be a shame if I accidentally stepped on you. – She has only ever used this insult twice to this day) and on the other hand, she particularly likes someone, she will make them flower crowns and jewelry made of bones and teeth of animals if they are girls (or they like jewelry) and make hand-carved hunting knives and fur coats for the men.

She prefers to bathe in a cold lake as oppose to use warm water or use an Onsen.

When she finally partakes in combat, she is without a doubt both an unmovable object and an unstoppable force. she prefers to detain her opponents with Kido or Hakudo and if forced break their bones with the hilt or the dull side of her sword and avoid having to cut them down. (She says: a blade is for slaying and not for playing.) if due to specific circumstances; she were to aim for her opponent's death, they will die as quickly and painlessly as possible within a day – if the numbers are high – she makes it seem as if her opponents are mere animals that she needs to put out of misery as quickly as possible and not prolong their suffering. (on one specific occasion where she was disarmed, she held her opponent in a tight hug and crushed his entire spine and rib cage, killing him. – She was miserable and depressed for days afterward, and proceeded to dig an honorable grave for the man.)

Moral: she is dutiful and puts it above all else. When she mush kills, she will make it as fast and painless as possible. And only when it’s necessary. She rarely becomes physical with anyone. she believes she’s stronger than anyone she knows and doesn’t see the need to assert herself in such away.

Self-control: fairly high. She is a very disciplined individual both physically and mentally.

Motivation: the satisfaction of achievement through hard work. By the sweat of her brow and the strength of her mountain-like back.

Discouragement: realizing her size may prevent her from perfecting an action. Or realizing she may have to resort to violence.

Intelligence level: she may not be the most intelligent, but she is wise for her age and has great life experience. Her intuition and deduction skills have saved her from many sticky situations.

Confidence level: she is not arrogant or boastful but she is without a doubt very confident and assured of her capabilities. Of her strength, skills, and intuition. As well as the leadership skills that she acquired through the years.

Mood the OC is in most often: peaceful and relaxed yet focused on the task at hand.

Sense of humor: she has heard every tall joke and buff girl joke there is and is bored of hearing them but she will use at least 1 a day. Lesbian and butch jokes annoy her. She has heard every crude joke an individual can think of. Personally, associates with dark humor. Will hopelessly laugh at shitty puns.

The greatest joy in life: once in her life she had nothing to do so she sat by the beach and laid on the sand listening to the sound of the waves and allowed the children to braid her hair with flowers and colorful ribbons, and that is the greatest feeling she ever had.

Greatest fear – why: to grow old and die in the same village she was born into without ever leaving it. While she is grateful to the people who raised her she doesn’t want her life to have begun and ended in a secluded village by the beach without ever having seen much beyond the woods and the shore.

What would throw the OC’s life in turmoil: the times where she had to kill, especially if the death was A) unintentional due to her uncontrolled strength as a youth and B) done with inappropriate weaponry that caused a slow death and prolonged suffering.

Most at ease when: surrounded by children or people that are younger than her. When surrounded by loved ones. When hearing the sound of running water that reminds her of the shore she grew up in.

Enraged when: insulted, annoyed for too long regarding petty things, teased for her graying hair or size for too long, if someone decides to attack someone smaller and weaker

Trauma: this goes back to when she was a very young child. At the tender age of seven, when she was all but a doe-eyed child, she would eat as much as 3 times a grown man – by that time she was about as tall as a teen – so it’s understandable that on a specially cold winter the village became short on rations. Instead of telling the child to eat less, the villagers lessened their rations for the children and Yasu. For that reason that winter 5 of the older and weaker villagers passed away. Yasu was not told this until she was a good 200 years old, and when she realized this is the reason why her “Yuudai sofu” (grandfather Yuudai) passed away. she was traumatized to a point of losing her appetite and starving herself for the next two years that she grieved. then she returned, vowed she would repay her family every grain of rice a thousand fold and every drop of milk ten thousand.

Prejudice: a general disdain for those who are physically capable but refuse to “cut their own wood” or “pull their weight”. She came from a village where it was an unspoken rule that the youth – and generally those who are capable – must look after those who cannot do so/ the old. and also a disdain for those who take the hard work of others for granted.

Favorite activity – hobby: when she doesn’t have anything particular to do she likes to sit down under a tree and either carve wood and bones into hunting knives or make flower crowns.

How does the OC feel about herself: she is comfortable in her own skin. Never really thinks about her appearance nor does she compare herself to others. She is content with who she is and the work she does.

One word to describe herself: reliable

One paragraph of how would she describe herself: “I think I’m reliable. I would like to think that I am. It’s my duty as the capable one to look after the others. I do enjoy working, I never seem to be able to sit down idly. Makes me fidgety. (Chuckles.) By the way, you seem tired! Need me to carry you? (Bends down) come now don’t be shy the weather is nice up here!” (Points at her shoulders making a tall joke)

Her best and worst personality trait is based on herself: “Oooooh, I’m not sure. I think my best trait is that, well, I’m reliable. And very sturdy. (Laughs.) my worst trait? I don’t know. I work too hard? Don’t take as many breaks as I should? I feel like I’m bragging.”

Her best and the worst physical trait is based on herself: “Hmmm. I never thought about that. I guess I do like that I’m tall and strong. I can take care of everyone like that. Reach the high shelves for them and pick them up when they're tired. I guess I don’t like my graying streaks? Makes people think I’m older than I actually am. “

How others perceive her: Villiger child said. ”Yama-Onna- san is the best! She picks us up and swings us around and around until we get dizzy and then she brings us fresh peaches every afternoon. She saved Aki-chan from a mean boar once. We love Yama-Onna- san sooo very much.”

Villager woman: “Aah, yes. I do know Yasu- chan. She is wonderful. A dutiful, wonderful, kind person. I remember when I was with child and couldn’t walk. She would always pick me up so gently and take me to bathe and take very good care of me. Not to mention she'd always make special rabbit soup for me to make sure I was well fed. She fixed my room when it was broken too. Such a handy girl she is. If only she were a man, I think I wouldn't mind a husband like her.” (she laughs as a man’s grumble comes from inside her home.)

The opinion of other people in general: “seeing her for the first time she may look frightening and imposing but in truth, she has the gentle heart of a bunny. Give her a chance to show you who she is rather than what she looks like. She may look like an imposing beast; but she’s about as harmless as a sweet little chipmunk. “

Does she hide her (true) opinion on other people: not particularly. Even when speaking the truth she will make sure to phrase it politely and gently.

The person she hates the most: lazy people in general – or that least lazy people who are ungrateful

Best friends: Hinamori Momo, Kotetsu Isane, Ise Nanao

Persons she avoids: Kurotsuchi Mayuri, Soi Feng

Person, she feels awkward with: Hitsugaya Toshiro (so small), Hirako Shinji (that weird smile), Soi Feng (so loud for someone so small)

The person she openly or secretly admires: Zaraki Kenpachi (he is up to my chest, very tall), Ise Nanao, Kuchiki Rukia

How she thinks others perceive her: Ushi-oni, imposing and scary (which makes her a bit sad)

One thing she would change about herself: the gray hair, maybe make herself a little shorter – just a little – enough that her head wouldn’t hit the door frames all the time.

Her main logic of the world: Chop your own wood, it will warm you twice.

You can either dream or work to achieve that dream.

You won't always be motivated, you must learn to be disciplined.

By the sweat of your brow and the strength of your back, and the blood in your veins. Anything can be achieved.

When there’s a will there’s a way.

Depressed or sad when: she does something she deems cruel. doesn’t have anything to do. Her friend is in the middle of something she can’t help them with. When away from Kenpachi for too long. Sometimes she misses her mothers, father figures and her village.

Priorities: duty first. And not just work duty. Her duty to herself. Her duty to her romantic partner/ spouse. Her duty to her friend. Her duty to nature, her duty to her conscious. Her duty to her mothers.

Life philosophy: hard work pays off. Always. Not always in the ways, we want or we think we want. But always pays off in some way.

Soft spot – is it obvious or not: she has a giant soft spot for children and people who are physically very small even by normal standards. (namely, Hinamori Momo. Hitsugaya Toshiro, Kuchiki Rukia) – it couldn’t be any more obvious – she makes them flower crowns every day without fail)

Greatest strength: other than her bulging biceps? Her great leadership skills and hard-working nature.

Vulnerability or weakness: deep down she does feel weird and vulnerable about her size, after all, she is still a girl, and about the time she was 150 or so she was deeply sensitive when a guy would call her Ushi-Oni. Just because she was taller than everyone else. Although now she knows logically she shouldn't feel bad about herself and her appearance there are still times she feels embarrassed when she knows she can’t wear a beautiful Kimono because A) they don’t have it in her size and B) she realizes it wouldn’t be good on her as it would on someone like Ise Nanao or Kuchiki Rukia

Biggest regret: accidentally killing that bear, not realizing her eating habits were putting a strain on the village sooner

Minor regret: not learning feminine skills (sewing, tea etiquette, etc.)

Biggest accomplishment: becoming a Shinigami

Other accomplishments: mastering the sword, archery, trapping, fishing, tracking, and finding her way based on stars – making a full garden of peaches from only 3 peaches she bought – building a small fishing boat (albeit a flimsy one) – raising the number of the village livestock exponentially.

Past failures: she failed many times in almost everything she started. It’s not important how many times she failed in what, what’s important is that she is now more skilled than the average souls and Shinigami.

Embarrassing moments: her first 3 weeks at Shino Academy they didn't have a uniform her size so until they make one her size she was heavily underdressed. (the pants were only to her knees and the upper half was more like a tight short-sleeved vest. She preferred to wear her usual clothes but wasn’t allowed to. The moment Captain Hitsugaya who had come to the Academy on work-related matters saw her state of indecency he threw a fit and demanded appropriate clothing for a lady. – Yasu wanted to die at that moment.)

Darkest secret: she secretly, very deep down, is annoyed that no one else is half as strong as she is. And wishes there was someone she could find that she didn’t have to hold back for.) (*wink wink* foreshadowing *wink wink*)

Skills: life skills: 1. wielding a club

2. archery

3. trapping

4. pathfinding using stars

5. fishing

6. trapping and hunting and skinning animals

7. wood carving, bone carving, and tool building in general

8. cooking

9. farming, gardening

Incompetence: 1. Sewing

2. tea brewing

3. anything to do with speed or agility

4. patience in anything other than hunting

5. strategizing in anything other than hunting

Strength – talent – powers: Shinigami based: 1. professional Zanjutsu

2. advanced levels of Kido

3. unrivaled Hakudo

4. passable Hoho

Habits: 1. she stubbornly sticks to the superstition of drinking mill mixed with boar blood is good for health and strength. (even though the superstition says it’s good for little boys to grow strong and healthy and she is neither a boy nor a child.)

2. She prefers to take cold bathes even in midwinter.

3. Sleeping outside – unless provided with a big enough room.

4. Braiding her hair and making flower crowns when she is bored or nervous.

The organization involved: Gotei 13, Squad 10. (as the third seat officer)

Income: standard seated officer Shinigami income + overtime

Job satisfaction: doing all the paperwork as fast as possible (even those that aren’t hers… LOOKING AT YOU MATSUMOTO RANGIKU)

Health: as is expected of someone her size she is very healthy seldom gets sick. Her knees and ankles need a herbal and ointment massage now and then due to the pressure of caring for her weight.

Childhood life: on a particularly warm summer evening a woman by the name of “Hatsume” comes across this small village begging for a small room so she can have her child in peace. The villagers of course all this and the woman spends the next two months peacefully waiting for her child. The villagers assumed she must have multiple sons as her belly was greatly swollen but by the time the child was born, it was revealed that “Hatsume” was right and she only had one child. One little girl.

Actually no, she had one big girl. A girl so big, that she broke her mother’s hips as she was coming out resulting in the death of her mother. Originally the midwife –“ Obba-chan Harumi” – deemed it a bad omen and wanted to drown the child but was convinced otherwise by the rest of the women. Thus the newborn was given to “Riko” another woman who had recently lost her weak child due to heatwave. She named the child “Yasu “ and accepted her as her own child and fed her until she no longer could.

Apparently “Yasu” was a very hungry child and drank her mother dry within a few months, and so she was given to another woman named “Natsuko” who also raised her as her own alongside her son named “Tadashi”. And so, until Yasu-chan was old enough to eat solid food she was cared for by the collective effort of 10 women. (Riko-san, Natsuko-san, Haruko-san, Kaede-san, Usagiko-san, Amaya- san, Yuria-san, Ikuko-san, Minako-san, Sakue-san) and as a child, she grew to eat 3 times a grown man and as an adult, she eats 9 times the average man as a moderate ratio (she can eat more)

Best memories: 1. sitting by the ocean with her 10 mothers and their other children making flower crowns and listening to the sound of waves.

2. Learning how to carve knives and sitting next to her “Yuudai-gi” and making hunting knives.

Worst memories: 1. sitting at the grave of “Yuudai-gi” now knowing why he died

�� 2. Barring her mother “Kaede-san” after she fell ill

Alignment: bounces between lawful chaotic and chaotic lawful – sometimes lawful neutral

Short-term goal: accomplish daily duties to the best of her abilities.

Long term goal: live her life to the fullest and learn to relax and have fun without worrying

The most defining moment in her life: deciding she’s prepared the kids of her village enough and leaving them to become a Shinigami.

Type of childhood: certainly eventful, but all in all nurturing

First memory: her first and oldest childhood memory is being surrounded by many women cooing at her (her motherers) and one in particular saying something about giving her boar blood with milk.

Most important childhood memory: her first successful hunt, an old limping stag.

Childhood hero: Yuudai-gi

Education: thought by the rest of the villagers. Mostly focused on practical information – learned how to write and read when she had nothing better to do by her mothers.

Family: mothers: Riko-san, Natsuko-san, Haruko-san, Kaede-san, Usagiko-san, Amaya- san, Yuria-san, Ikuko-san, Minako-san, Sakue-san

Father figure: Yuudai-gi, Kaoru-gi, Manzo-san, Ikemoto-san, Gihei-gi, Sotaro-san

Siblings: Tadashi-kun, Ekiken-kun, Toyozo-kun, kenji-kun, Hachigoro-kun, shigeru-kun, Akeno-chan, Euki-chan ,Mizuki-chan, Mami-chan, Romi-chan, Shizue-chan, Chieko-chan, Asaji-chan, Ochiyo- chan

+the rest of the village.

Relationship with parents: she was well-loved by all of her mothers.

Relationship with siblings: there were arguments as children and there were teasings as children but the older they got the better their relationship became and with her size she became everyone's protector and the helping hand of her mothers.

Spouse – lover – the person of interest: Zaraki Kenpachi, the second Kenpachi and the 11th captain of squad 11 of Gotei 13.

Children: none

Relationship with children: very well.

Other important family members: (her father may or may not have been a member of a branch family sworn to the Kuchiki clan but Hatsume never confirmed anything and died before revealing anything about the father of the child.) later on Yasu says she has no interest of ever finding her father since she already has 6 father figures and an entire village as family.

Favorites

-color: light ocean blue

-music: the sound of waves – the sound of branches moving in the wind – the sound of owls Hooting at night.

-food: Bear, boar, shrimps

-literature: she doesn't read much. The Academy textbooks are the closest she got to literature. That being said the book of Seireite Laws is her somewhat favorite.

-form of entertainment: making flower crowns, carving knives, going to the woods to watch the wildlife as they are, watch Kenpachi fight, watch captain Hitsugaya yell at Rangiku.

-expression: 1. You won't always be motivated, you must learn to be disciplined.

2. Chop your own wood, it will warm you twice.

-most prized possession: 1. her ragged old ribbon she uses to tie her hair up.

2. Her hair decorations.

3. The old hunting knife made of bear bone that once belonged to her Yuudai-gi

-weapon: old hunting knife that belonged to Yuudai-gi,

Her Zanpakuto (it’s her first and only appropriate and professionally made weapon)

-pastime: watching Kenpachi fight as she makes flower crowns or carves knives.

Poetry describing – quote describing: “she may not have been the innocent cherry blossom, nor the alluring lotus. She may not have been the moon goddess nor the lady sun. she may not have been the enchanting vixen nor the oblivious doe. She may not have been gentle river nor the cherishing wind. She may not have been a princess nor a noble jewel.

Instead, she was unconventionally alluring. She was the reliable oak and the sturdy pine tree. She is the north star guiding travelers home and the early morning twilight, the very beginning of a gentle, warm touch waking you up. She is the dangerously alluring owl and the coyote that mates for life. She is the iron shield you carry to war and the rock you lean on. She’s the hard-working peasant girl in the rice field and The silver O-Choko cup, the only thing the beggar refuses to sell.”

Playlist:

I have a dream – Abba

“I have a dream, a song to sing

To help me cope with anything

If you see the wonder of a fairy tale

You can take the future even if you fail

I believe in angels

Something good in everything I see

I believe in angels”

My same – Adele (Yasu and Kenpachi)

“I don't know who I'd be if I didn't know you

You're so provocative

I'm so conservative

You're so adventurous

I'm so very cautious

Combined you think we wouldn't and we do”

Into you – Ariana Grande

“So, baby, come light me up, and maybe I'll let you on it

A little bit dangerous, but, baby, that's how I want it

A little less conversation and a little more "touch my body"

'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you

Got everyone watchin' us, so, baby, let's keep it secret

A little bit scandalous, but, baby, don't let them see it

A little less conversation and a little more "touch my body"

'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you, oh yeah”

Are you ready – the Disturbed

“That's enough already now

You don't want to take it

All your reservations have been taken away

They've been taken away

So you think you're ready now

For the revolution

Yeah, they can't control you

Once you've broken away

You've got to get them out of your mind

When they stand before you they will find

A force they aren't ready for

***

Are you ready?

They aren't ready for you to be strong

Are you ready?

They aren't ready for you to prove them wrong

Are you ready?

They aren't ready for you to be turned into someone

Who cannot be preyed upon”

The greatest thing – Cher Lloyd, lady Gaga (Yasu and Kenpachi)

”I hope, that you can see,

you are the greatest thing to me.

And when, you' feeling like you're not enough.

I'll give you wings, i'll lift you up.

I hope, that you can see,

you are the greatest, greatest thing to me.”

Out of control – lady gaga (Yasu and Kenpachi)

“I need a love that's crazy don't you see?

***

“Give it up, Put it up, Not enough, Not enough, Not enough, I need it Out of control.

Give it up just let your body Out of control”

Rival – Ruelle

“The tide is high

It's sink or swim

My only rival is within

Giants calling round the bend

My only rival is within

I won't let my demons win

My only rival is within

I will fight through thick and thin

My only rival is within”

The one thing – Shakira (Yasu and Kenpachi)

“You are the one thing that I got right

It's a fickle world, yeah, it's a fickle world

You turn the darkness into sun light

I'm a lucky girl, yeah, I'm a lucky girl

And if I mess up everything someday

I would hide my head in shame

Cause you are the one thing that I got right”

aesthetic: (disclaimer: non of the photoes and art works used in the grid bellow are mine i acuired them from pinterest. i do not take credit for any of these pieces.)

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meditationklaus · 7 years ago

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Building Up to Splits

The splits. Otherwise known as the arch-nemesis of those of us who are quite tall, are not naturally very bendy, or simply find the splits to be very intimidating.

This pose requires pretty intense flexibility pretty much everywhere in your body, particularly in your hips, hamstrings, quadriceps, and lower back. So, in honor of the new year and tackling things that scare us, let’s go through a few of the best poses for working up to the splits.

Warm Up Your Whole Body

As always, start with warm ups. All stretches are going to be more comfortable, more achievable, more effective, and a whole lot safer after your muscles are warm. Start with a Power yoga flow or even some cardio to get lots of blood flowing through your body, especially those big muscles in your legs that can, on occasion, feel like an immovable force.

Work Out Your Hamstrings

Spend some time in forward folds such as Standing Forward Fold, Downward Facing Dog, and Wide-Legged Forward Fold. Try introducing some dynamic movement into the poses by drawing one heel into the ground and then the other—‘walking’ your down dog—or gently moving your hands and chest from one foot to the other in Wide-Legged Forward Fold.

Introducing slow, controlled movement to stretches like these helps keep those muscles warm and can help you get deeper into these poses than you might with a simple, statically held version of these poses.

Work On Those Hips

The two most important stretches for preparing for the splits are Lizard pose and runner’s stretch, also known as Ardha Hanumanasana.

Lizard Pose

Place both hands to in the instep of your front foot, ensuring that your front knee is directly over your front ankle and not reaching past it. The top of the kneecap of your back leg is resting on the ground, and the weight should not be on any part of the joint itself, but instead just on the hard cap that is the very top of your knee.

If you experience any discomfort in your back knee, you can always rest it on a blanket. You can stay up on your palms, or come down onto your elbows (using your blocks to assist you here if needed—you want to avoid rounding your back in this stretch). You should feel a deep stretch in the hip-flexor of your back leg.

Pay close attention to your hip-bones here—you want both of them facing directly forward so that you’re getting the deepest stretch. It’s easy in this pose to let that back hip splay out to the side, but by keeping your hipbones in line with one another, you target the areas of your hip that need the most work!

Ardha Hanumanasana (a.k.a. Runner’s Stretch / Half Splits Pose)

Transition into Ardha Hanumanasana or Half Splits pose directly from Lizard pose. Pull your tailbone straight back toward your back heel, and hinge from the hips as you straighten the front leg and bring your chest closer to your front knee. Again, we want to aim for a flat back here, so you may find it useful to place your hands on your blocks for support.

Keep the same principles in mind for your hips—you want them evenly aligned with one another, maximizing the stretch in the back of that front leg. Transition from runner’s stretch back into Lizard pose as you inhale, leading with your chest and pulling forward, then exhaling back into runner’s lunge again.

Move through that sequence a few times, with your breath, and see if you can push your flexibility a little further with every iteration.

Pyramid Pose

Starting from a High Lunge, shorten your stance by about a foot and place your back heel into the mat, bringing your back foot to a 45-degree angle with your front heel. Place your hands on your hips and square your hipbones to the front of your mat.

Keeping your hips in line with one another, both horizontally and vertically, engage your core for a strong, straight back. Keeping that long line in the spine, hinge at the hips and start to lower your chest down over that front leg.

As soon as you start to feel your spine curve, that’s where you stop! Place your hands on your blocks, your shin, or the floor—wherever you can maintain a straight front leg and a straight, flat spine. Learn more about this pose here.

Pigeon Pose

To round out your hip flexibility, end with a grounding, centering, outer hip stretch in Pigeon pose. Let your breath take you to a relaxed place in this stretch—this pose is more about mental preparation for the splits than it is about physical preparation.

Often, the block we feel in our body is really a mental one, and if we’re holding onto any anxiety, we’re often holding it in our outer hips and lower back. Pigeon helps us center, calm, and feel more comfortable in a deep stretch, a mindset similar to what we’ll need to find for our splits pose.

Assisted Splits

As we move toward being able to achieve our full splits, you may be interested in trying an assisted version to monitor your progress. With your hands on your blocks (or large books, like I’m using in this photo!) and maybe a blanket to support your back leg, gently move from your high Lizard pose into assisted splits by walking your front leg forward and your back toes back.

Again, keep your hip bones in the same plane in both directions. Stay here, breathing deeply for at least five breaths. Pull your shoulders back, down, and away from your ears, aim for a straight spine, and lead with your chest.

Try incorporating these build-up moves into your daily exercise routine for about a month, and let us know how much progress you make! Have these stretches helped you work toward the splits, or are there any others that you find particularly helpful? Let us know in the comments, or show us your splits on Instagram and tag us @doyouyoga!

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one-desperate-duros · 3 years ago

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*Shriv is no stranger to taking care of his physique, but he never really pays attention to his looks. To him, he is just scarred and weathered rebel scum, strong enough to take on his adversaries in combat, but not strong enough to fight off his own demons. Still, some might say he is pleasant to the senses ... if you were into that kind of thing. Bald heads and red eyes, sharp teeth, horizontal pupils, to name a few less than appealing characteristics to most.

Suurgav doesn't notice Bane staring at him, nor does he notice Rose. He had been too caught up in taking off his boots, focused on not falling over on his ass. Afterward, his intent is to keep his eyes respectfully downward, even after he had approached close enough to Rose to speak with her.

He had heard Bane's confirmation, expecting that he would follow suit. He doesn't look back to see if he is undressing yet or not. Instead, Shriv listens to what Rose has to say, half compliment, half apology, tied in with a little bit of regret to spice things up, though she agrees it would be nice if Shriv could retrieve her garments still on Bane's ship where she had left them in her haste. *

I don't really ... need a towel, I mean, no hair, you know? Besides, the sun'll dry me off pretty quickly ...

*It's his attempt at small talk, Shriv's forehead creasing as his brow curves inward, trying not to feel embarrased for himself, or for Bane for the way he had previously acted, just happy he was able to get him to listen and put the blaster away. How he had pulled that off, he still isn't sure.*

My voice must have a .. calming effect, *he says dryly, though emphasizing the last two words in such a way he hopes the sarcasm comes through, as Shriv doesn't have any thoughts on his own voice, positive or otherwise.*

Well, I won't lie. It is a bit your fault, creeping onto a bounty hunter's ship when you had no business being there ... But, maybe you had your reasons. Not sure what they might be, but maybe they're important. So important you were willing to rissk your life by doing something sstupid.

*He smiles a little to himself, gazing up to look into her eyes,* I know a little something about that myself.

*Shriv glances back to the shoreline when Rose turns her head, his frown returning when he sees Bane simply standing there, arms folded and looking grumpier than ever.*

He ssaid he would, *he informs her casually, a smirk quickly replacing his previous expression at the idea Bane can't swim.*

There's a funny thought. *Shriv dives beneath the water, circling behind Rose's legs with impressive speed. He pops up on the other side of her, grinning like an idiot.* Duros are supposed to be naturals, but Cad's different. It wouldn't ssurprise me, honestly.

*He looks back to the beach, tilting his head to the side like a curious animal.* Learn something new about him everyday, *he mumbles.*

*Shriv nuzzles himself more thoroughly into @a-big-hat at his short-lived, affectionate rumbling. He still feels shy and embarrassed with the more or less naked women roaming around. On top of that, he is still in turmoil at learning of Bane's killing spree at the Imperial Base. His inconsistent mannerisms aren't helping, making it so that Shriv feels like crying again, though he manages to tamp it down.

About that time, @man-with-a-big-cape strolls along behind @freelance-combat-medic, patting Shriv on the shoulder. He comments that he looks better now than he did before the bacta session. That makes Shriv worry. He doesn't feel very put together at the moment, and can only imagine what he must have looked like before this for Lando to say something like that.

'Maker, must have looked like real shit, Shriv.'

'Nothing new, I guess.'*

Thankss, *he mutters unsurely, being nudged somewhat out of the way as Bane retrieves the fruit he means to give away, at the same time having placed his free hand along Suurgav's waist.

Shriv sighs, not wanting to budge from this spot. He takes into account that no matter what Bane has said about himself, here he is making a kind gesture, even to the woman he had hours earlier threatened to kill at the end of his blaster, and as she is making more smart-aleck comments, no less. This further confounds him, though he is somewhat relieved. All Bane's talk had been so asinine! Is he really such a bad Duros?

The HoloNet said so, the datalogues said so, all those bounties on his head said so, and even Lando and Bane himself. He is notorious. Still, that didn't mean he didn't have a heart or a considerate bone in his body, did it? He is being nice right now, though had Shriv called him on it, he is sure he would get less than a pleased reaction.

'Some of the best people are assholes, remember? The Princess said so herself.'

'She would know. Han's rough around the edges, even though he means well.'

Shriv snaps out of his daydreaming, Bane relaying they still have time to take a dip, though in the next moment Bane lets go, yet he doesn't move away. It only makes Shriv want to cling to him more tightly, but he refrains. He peeks from behind the other Duros, watching Calrissian stroll off towards the Lady Luck, leaving the two of them alone with @crazytookalady as he sighs about duties being duties, and wishing they could just stay here.

It felt like they had just arrived. If anything, Shriv is going to go swimming if it kills him, which he doesn't know what could be lurking in these waters, though there is only one way to find out.*

Yeah, I do wanna, actually, *he says with more attitude than he had meant to, wandering away from Bane and towards the shoreline as he follows after Rose, though he keeps his eyes downcast and averted towards the sand until she is in the water.

He clumsily begins removing his weaponry, followed by his boots, teetering on one foot until he can get each one off in turn. He removes his jacket first, then his shirt beneath, leaving him bare-chested. He bites his lip, but thinks it shouldn't matter he's getting down to his undershorts again, though he for sure refuses to take them off, towel or not.*

You coming, Kil- Cad? *he asks sheepishly, catching himself before using that awful nickname.

Without another word or thought he removes the trousers, too. He enters the ocean slowly, testing the temperature. It's nearly perfect, and Shriv was starting to feel hot, anyway. He gingerly slips in the rest of the way, allowing himself to be submerged up to his shoulders. He makes sure Rose sees him coming before he bashfully approaches, deciding maybe he should just try to forget his troubles and make conversation for once, if he is even capable, focusing his gaze on the waves themselves, still trying to be polite.*

I can get your clothes for you, if you want. I know he can be a grump, and maybe he's not so fun to be around sometimes, but he promised me he wouldn't kill you, so there's ... that, and I'm not exactly chipper myself.

Be-besides, I believe him, *he whispers, almost to himself.*

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greeneadrian94 · 5 years ago

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captain-jason29 · 6 years ago

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I was looking for some work done by CZs world outside of YouTube; google was being dumb and said he was not a real person. After a many tries and fails I came across Adam troy Castro. Is an author and freelance writer for nightmare magazine. I read his second to newest short creepy horror story called the narrow escape of zipper-girl. It’s scary. It does not have death, blood, guts or core. It’s a twisted love story. What make it scary is if you have tattoos or pricings or any other body modafacsion you feel the fear that it could happen to you. And if they could put the right music to it, you would not sleep. So if you want help keep writing or reading alive check out Adam troy Castro or just read his short horror story below. Thank you. The Narrow Escape of Zipper-Girl: It was her zipper that drew me to her. She was beautiful enough, according to what most people seemed to consider beauty. She had a black buzz cut, the kind of body that gives the impression of lankiness even on someone petite, a complexion pale as milk, and an overbite that made sure that a sliver of teeth was always visible even when her bee-sting lips were mostly shut. Everything about her face seemed tentative, as if placed there by a designer who knew just how much any given feature needed before it gained enough prominence to overpower the others; hence her tiny nose, her light eyebrows and her gray eyes. When she first crossed the room, she struck me as so light on her feet that she might have been something drifting in the breeze; but it was the long line of her neck that made me look twice, the longest and most graceful neck I had ever seen on any woman, to that point. I’m a neck man. Some guys notice breasts first. Others are first taken by long shiny legs. I notice necks. I’ve always noticed necks, the most beautiful and most vulnerable attribute women have. Hers had a zipper. I had seen any number of studs and implants and piercings on women, but had never seen a zipper.It stretched across the curve of her throat, drawing a diagonal line from just below the base of the jaw, to the edge of her collarbone. Later, analyzing just what made her zipper so intriguing, I decided that the angle was crucial. Worn horizontally, it would have resembled a second mouth, worn vertically, a second vagina equipped with gold metallic dentata. Slicing diagonally, like a slash, the way it was—and here I note how impossible it is to describe it accurately without running into the traps laid by the very language—it was its own thing, denying easy analogy. I bought her a drink, and chatted with her long enough to allow the obvious question to arrive naturally. She had no problem demonstrating that the zipper was functional. She touched the fingers of one wispy-thin hand to the zipper’s pull-tab and drew it south. The teeth duly separated by a hair, revealing another expanse of pale skin beneath them. The zipper was, in short, a false promise, implying entry to the flesh beneath the surface but in the end just an overlay, a fraud. I liked her a little less right away. I still asked her what had given her the idea to implant such a thing. She had some reason I forgot within minutes of her offering it—some deep appreciation of the artificial, some philosophical point about the fictions we all embrace while navigating modern life. It was background noise, just like the band’s set and the fruity flavor of the house specialty drink she recommended. Her name, some exotic spelling of a commonplace name for girls, was just a label. To me, she was always a mostly unremarkable girl who had brushed greatness with the implantation of a zipper, but had retreated from it with other lame attempts at individuality. To her, I was the guy who admired the zipper but seemed to have found other points of attraction. I didn’t like her much. I never did, though we were together for over a year, and most observers would have supposed that I was wild for her. In truth, I found her tiresome and vapid, a girl who had substituted style for substance. But I successfully hid that. It was the zipper that drew me. That night and over the next few weeks I discovered what little else there was to learn about her. She lived in a third-floor walk-up with stairways so narrow that it was hard to imagine how anybody had ever been able to move furniture into any of the shoebox apartments above. The hallways were dim places with octagonal white tiles the diameter of silver dollars, separated by grout that had gone black from decades of scuffed feet. The building was narrow, too, and there were no more than two apartments per floor, one unimpeded by the stairwell and one that assumed an eccentric L-shape to accommodate it. She had one of the L-shaped ones. I liked that. It was easy to imagine her just around the bend, minding her own business, not knowing I crouched in wait on the other side. She had artistic pretensions. She had written poetry and performed as lead singer in small bands. She had a voice that had turned to premature gravel, and she enjoyed the character it lent her. She was extraordinarily proud of the one gothic horror story she’d written that an anthology had published, but she was not driven to produce more. When I asked her if it was about zippers, she thought I was joking, and said yeah, right. Later, I read it, and it turned out to be nihilistic vampire shit, redeemed only slightly by her facility with poetic language. It was a story where nobody’s throat got cut, where the point was more the weight of the alienation her blood-sucking creation felt, and I read all of it waiting for the mood and the poetry to get out of the way so the bleeding could start. But nobody died. Nobody even bled. I didn’t see the point of that, but still complimented her as she seemed to expect, and at regular intervals during our time together asked her when she was going to write another story. She was a casual smoker, but she hated what the lingering smell of tobacco did to furniture, and so she never lit up at home, limiting herself to one a day, on the street. I liked to think of the way she would have exhaled if the zipper had opened up onto her windpipe, the fumes exiting her throat without ever rising as far as her lips. I liked to imagine her head, expressionless and unconnected from the breathing process, almost dead, floating atop a bed of smoke, like a vision. She had two tattoos, a bleeding barbed-wire band circling her right bicep and, showing more age, a tiny rose blossom at the base of her spine. I told her that if she was already bleeding on the arm she should add a long stem with bleeding thorns to the rose. She said maybe. It was not wise to return to such ideas too often; I had to pretend other interests. She owned a one-eyed cat. It had lost half its vision before she rescued it, in what was clearly some wound inflicted by a human being. It was uncommonly friendly to most people, especially considering what it had been through, but after a few sniffs it never came near me. I shrugged and said you could never tell with animals. It never would come near me, not even after the zippered girl and I moved in together. Maybe it knew I didn’t like its asymmetrical features, the way that single slit pupil regarded me with perfect comprehension. Much later on, after the zippered girl and I had lived together for a few weeks, I climbed down the fire escape one day I knew she wasn’t home, broke the window with a brick, ransacked the place, and took the cat so I could make it symmetrical again. The zippered girl had a regular job. I wondered aloud how she managed to hold one down, let alone in the dentist’s office where she served as a perky young receptionist, while sporting a zipper in her neck. She told me that it was easy to camouflage. When she wanted to, she could look quite conservative, a nice conventional girl who wore minimal make-up and had a mysterious love of neck-concealing scarves and high collars. She laughed that it was her boring disguise. I laughed and said, your secret identity, before you rip off the scarf and stand revealed as Zipper-Girl! I didn’t tell her that she was boring no matter how she was dressed, that nothing about her intrigued me except for the one delightful change she had made in herself. She had no way of knowing. I wasn’t interested in most people, and had long since perfected the art of seeming to participate in conversations while paying minimal attention to them. I was great at it. I gave her no way of knowing that she was only the medium for the zipper. When she lit candles and we made love, I was careful to pay obeisance to all the other stations of her personal cross, bringing pleasure to her breasts and her ass and both the northern and southern set of lips, but it was the zipper that kept me interested, the thought of it being a real portal instead of a fake one, the image of the tab pulled down and everything wet in her pulsing underneath. At one point, I bought a red light bulb and she teased me for having such a corny device in my erotic arsenal. She didn’t know that red light made certain things easier to imagine. Some nights we used oils, and the sheen on her skin, combined with the scarlet glow, made her breasts and arms look like they’d been lubricated by wounds. Once in a great while I unzipped her neck and licked the pale skin between the interlocking blades, making her giggle as I felt the blood pulsing underneath, and tortured myself with the thought of how it would take only one convulsive whim, now, to get at it. The night she blurted that she loved me, I took that as a cue. She may have thought it was inappropriate shyness, at odds with our supposed closeness, but I let my eyes dip downward just before I said me too. As intended, she thought I was talking to her. I used the name Zipper-Girl whenever I could. She liked it, and before long, in most private conversations, I hardly had to use her real name at all. Sometimes I had to remind myself what it was. I put her name on my arm. She was thrilled. But I did it because I needed a convenient reference. I was an efficient worker. My work duties occupied only about twenty percent of the time at the job. My bosses tried to give me more, but they couldn’t keep up with my ability to arrange my work day around vast tracts of free time. I refused any promotion that required additional responsibility. They honored me with an office anyway, and I spent hours in there with the door closed, using Photoshop on portraits of the girl with the zipper. I gave her more than just the one. I airbrushed out her eyes and put a pair of sealed zippers over each one. I did the same to her lips. Who needs lips? They’re imperfect sealants, and instruments for fricatives. The improved portrait became a sock-puppet, even more attractive in its artificiality and in its censorship of the personality the excised features could no longer express. I imagined her sitting in a chair, not tied there, but trapped there by blindness, waiting for me to unzip her mouth so she could eat. I imagined the one in her neck being an opening to her esophagus that I could use as the entry point for nutrients that would keep her alive but that she could not taste. Zippers gave me the option of controlling her very senses. In my fantasies, she made sounds of protest until I taught her to stop. Then I would return home to a Zipper-Girl who was to the images in that file what a paper airplane is to a fighter jet. I had to endure doing things with her. Clubbing was all right because the music was so loud I could pretend enough local deafness to abstain from conversation. Dining required more work, but I made myself the kind of man who spent more time listening than he did speaking. Going to museums was hellish, but I developed a particular interest in the paintings where the faces were caricatures, like the aftermath of terrible accidents where the bones had healed back in inhuman shapes. I became a fan of one artist who liked to obscure the eyes behind screens of concealing shadow. I told Zipper-Girl this was a representation of just how much human beings hide from one another. This was bullshit. I just liked to imagine that along with the eyes I couldn’t see there were also concealing zippers. She got serious and said, you know, you hide more than any man I’ve ever known. What are you thinking about, what are you feeling, when I catch you staring into space? I made a special effort to be attentive toward her, for the rest of the evening. It wouldn’t do to be so mysterious and moody that she no longer wanted anything to do with me. One day when I was out and about without her I found a young girl’s hoodie abandoned at a bus stop. This was a warmer day than expected, and the owner must have taken it off to cool down, leaving it behind when the bus arrived. I wondered how long it had taken her to realize that she’d left it behind, if her parents had enough money to replace it or if when the cold weather came again she was left walking to and from school in hunched misery, hands stuck in dungaree pockets. It wouldn’t have been hard to find out, because I could have asked her. A tag bearing her name and address had been sewn to the base of the hood. I brought the garment home in a bag, hid it away, and the first time Zipper-Girl was not around used a pair of shears to amputate the zipper running from hem to collar. I zipped it open and zipped it closed. There was one section near the bottom where it tended to get stuck, surrendering to motion again only after ardent struggle. I thought of the girl needing to take it on and off, growing red-faced whenever she had to fight with it, perhaps even breathing heavily, in a battle consummated only when it once again gave her what she wanted. I imagined that the zipper knew that it was conquering her, that it made her its bitch with its recalcitrance. I imagined Zipper-Girl weeping because she had pulled the false promise in her neck halfway down only to have it stuck in place, refusing to either ascend or descend, its teeth forming an asymmetrical, vertical grimace. I put the zipper from the hoodie away where I could find it again whenever I wanted. I carried it around in a jacket pocket and fingered it, imagining that the two strips bounding the metal teeth were not material from a hoodie, but skin, taken from a breathing neck. The weather turned cold and she bought a distressed black leather jacket for herself. It had zippered pockets on the breasts, on the shoulders, and down the arms. There were pockets too small and too tight to house more than spare change. They were not meant to be open or closed, just to display their zippers. I banged her while she wore it and nothing else, paying all due attention to all the soft and unzipped parts of her anatomy. She asked me to use her name. I called her Zipper-Girl. She asked me to call her by her real name. I was able to arrange a glimpse of my own tattooed reminder, but knew that she’d noticed the hesitation. One night, as an experiment, she brought home a bondage hood. It was a full-face mask with zippers covering the mouth and eyes, with another zipper running down the back, to the neckline. She donned it just to demonstrate that it was too large for her, regardless of all available adjustments. She asked me to wear it. I had no choice. I had to say yes just to make it possible that she would someday wear one like it. I put it on and she drew it tight, sealing the one over my mouth, then zipping it back open, then sealing it again. In darkness, unable to see her face and therefore cut off from what she was thinking or feeling, I knew only that this had gone on far longer than I had expected. After a while she loosened the hood, removed it and left the apartment with it, returning two minutes later without it. It was just enough time to have taken it to the garbage chute. She didn’t talk to me again for the rest of the night. Sex became more and more infrequent. One night when angry she told me that sometimes she looked in my eyes and saw nothing behind them but an empty space, that it was like looking through a dirty window into a gutted building. She said that when she saw something moving in there, it wasn’t necessarily something she liked. I told her she was imagining things. She asked me to name five things about her, aside from the zipper, that I liked. I was only able to come up with four. I was fortunate that she had either lost count, or been so satisfied with rote poetical evocations of her smile, her sense of humor, her singing voice, and her eyes that she let the subject drop. When we did make love, I noticed her studying me during the act, measuring my own sincerity by the negative space formed around the one feature of her body that was not currently safe for me to acknowledge. Winter faded. Spring came. The jacket got put away. She put on a white tank top and light blue jeans. I think she chose the button fly deliberately. We went for a walk in the park, and in the first moment of easy intimacy we’d had in weeks, linked hands, a gesture I privately liked because the interlocking fingers reminded me so much of the only bond I really cared about. We watched a street mime and we had ice cream from a vendor. A little boy with a toy plane asked Zipper-Girl about the thing on her neck and she said, oh, that’s just a boo-boo, honey. It’ll go away before long. The little boy was satisfied by this answer. He ran back to his mommy and I watched him go, feeling a wrenching pain inside me. When I turned back to Zipper-Girl her eyes were wet, and I knew that I must have flashed the wrong expression. She said you know what? I said what? She said, I’ve been trying to tell myself that I was wrong about you, you were just a little focused on one thing. But everything I’ve been wondering about is true, isn’t it? You don’t care about anything but the zipper. Not even the slightest bit. It took me a second to say, that’s not true. She said, wanna bet? How about I go to the guy who put it in tomorrow and have him take the damn thing out? It’s, like, an hour’s work, tops. I’ll be the same person afterward that I was before, except I won’t have this piece of shit on my neck. Is there any fucking chance on Earth you’d still want to be with me if I did that? Tell me I’m wrong. Come on. Tell me I’m wrong, you son of a bitch. I said, stop testing me. She said, too late, I’m testing you. I’ve decided. It’s going. What are you gonna do about it? I took too long answering. She said, fuck you. Just fuck you. And she got up and walked away. I’ve read in books on such things that when relationships go sour, some injured parties replay the mistakes they made in their heads, changing the dialogue in arguments, altering what was said to what should have been said, turning moments of petulance into moments of generosity, turning passages of disastrous blindness into moments of heart-affirming empathy. I have read that people rewrite the endings. I am not immune. On the stage of my imagination, she might have still had cause to tell me I was a sick piece of shit who she never wanted to see again, but I kept her from being able to make it stick. In my version, she never got watchful friends to stay with her and keep an eye on me while I gathered my few belongings and left. In my version, one male friend of hers didn’t say to me, tell the truth, you son of a bitch. You’re the one who took her cat, aren’t you? In my version, I denied it with persuasive shock instead of remaining silent and getting a chorus of angry voices replying that they fucking knew it all along. In my version of the story, I did not stay away for months, busying myself with other things, only to slip unseen into the back of a small concert being given by her latest band of the moment, and I did not see that while her ink had spread down both arms, the zipper was well and truly gone, not even a scar remaining. I did not see her kiss a guy in the audience, and I did not see her face light up, the way it never had at any point during the year she and her zipper had been with me. In my rewrite, she embraced the only special part of herself and had zippers installed everywhere imagination and medical reality rendered possible; one in her forehead that could be drawn open revealing skull, two on her cheeks that could be drawn aside to reveal teeth and gums, others on her arms and on her breasts and down her back and everywhere else she had never been bold enough to have zippers before. In my rewrite, we found a hood that fit her, and whenever she was at home and not dealing with my needs it was her duty to sit with her nasty face and her annoying personality packed away, while I spent hours and days toying with the feature we’d had enlarged to stretch all the way from her jaw line to her belly button. In my rewrite, she liked it, or knew that it didn’t matter whether she liked it. That, I know, would have been ideal. That would have been bliss. I leave her alone and write it off as a learning experience. This is the world I actually live in. It’s impossible to walk down the street, now, without looking for the zippers on the bodies of others. So far I haven’t seen any. It hasn’t caught on as a fad. But sooner or later I’ll find someone who knows that the zipper is the only important thing; or one sufficiently eager to please, or fool, into changing herself in any way I demand. It’s only a matter of time. In the meantime, getting ready, I’m taking classes in tailoring.

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firecakes-art · 7 years ago

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Marker Man Misadventures 9

It's time for world 8! I mean.. wait. Yeah, it's world 8. This isn't a mario game, is it? That could mean that this is the last world. Nah, we're definitely hitting level 100. Strap in, my dudes.

12 seconds. 7 and a half measures. You can maybe get away with 8 and a half measures if you know what you're doing. I guess just interpret the song as a 2/4 time signature and you will have 15 full measures and it makes more sense. I don't even know anymore.

There are three main pathways. The lower path can be avoided by taking the middle or high path and then going down from the other side to get the coin. Going down the lower route is scary because the last bouncy platform on the way down doesn't actually show you what you can land on due to the poor camera view. Good old lava returned to its resident world, and will now be an additional hazard to avoid. On the bright side, you can build over the lava.

Fire Turret

Pretty much the same as the spear thrower, as far as I can tell. A fireball is shot out instead, and accelerates as it flies through the air, imparting its momentum on drawn objects. 8 damage.

Markers are sparse in the last level and even less so in this one. This game is demanding you to be at your most resourceful if you want to survive. Resort to pushing tactics where you build a shape and push against it to knock an enemy out of the way or into the lava. In the spike part, push that first zombie to the right with a shape and push the second one off that ledge to where the third zombie is. Then, build and jump over them, ensuring you put a rectangle down in the lava pool. Thinking about how to get the most use out of your markers is what's going to allow you to live here; attempting to jump over the zombies will result in death.

Getting the coin is fun. You can build to the marker despite the walls getting in the way, because they cannot push through your line if it's stuck to the ground. Once you're above the coin, there is enough space to drop down onto the platform underneath to grab it. There is just enough leeway to draw directly from that platform to the platform away from the lava area. This level loves chaining dangerous elements together, hardly giving a break for the player.

Angry Wall

Take a guess.

Do not touch the toxic sneezes. Do not compromise touching the toxic sneezes. If you game over'd and started on this world you won't have the ability or want to even be able to use your powers. Markers are still scare, so build over them or push them out of them way. There's one part in particular that's really nasty and I had to fail the jump just so I could give you the best advice here. Don't even bother getting on the rotating platforms. Drop down to the ledge under the marker. If you were to drop down right there you would land on a nice, flat surface. This is a perfect opportunity to draw a line shape and use it to prevent fall damage. As a bonus, you skip a lot of the level in the process.

Notice how far you have to go without getting any markers, assuming you don't take the bottom path. You will almost definitely have used up a marker by the time you get to the area with the coin. Obviously you want to avoid the golem fire to take as little damage as possible, so draw that barrier to the left of them to disable them temporarily. Getting to the area with the coin is the easy part, unfortunately. You will be greeted with a top path and a lower path, and both will almost definitely kill you if you attempt to pass through them, with death either by spikes or by rocks. The best strategy is to go build on the spike layer and avoid the barrage of rocks by the golem. When you're going back up, build a line long enough to get out of the spike pit and block the golem's shots at the same time. You'll have to take that whole right path because you WILL die if you try and go straight up to the coin.

How to get past the angry walls? It may sound weird, but the best way is to build on top of the angry walls. Placing a line between the ceiling and the walls will force them not to go above the ceiling, and once they go low enough, you can jump on top of that platform. The spikes cannot go through the platform you built, and so you'll get squished under the ceiling for a bit before the walls give up and move back down. No damage taken! However, once you reach the coin the golem from the left will start firing rocks at you. As if taking 8 damage per hit isn't bad enough, the rocks actually push you back slightly! It only takes a couple rocks before you get pushed into the angry walls and die instantly.

This is the most difficult challenge in the game so far. Hours were spent on figuring out how to take the least amount of damage through this segment. Here's the strategy. First, draw a line above the angry walls to get over them. Then, draw a right triangle on the far left side from your position, using the camera panning. Make sure the slope faces to the left. What happens is the boulder hits the triangle, but it's momentum is split into vertical and horizontal components, because the boulder hits the shape at an angle instead of a completely vertical edge. A significant amount of the momentum is transferred to the ground and helps keep the triangle at its current position with the help of friction. You need to act fast because the triangle will disappear in about 10 seconds. You should have enough time to go in, grab the coin, make another platform if you need to, and go back. Success!

The reason why the platform above the wall is drawn first is because the game resets the despawn timer for a shape if marker man touches the shape. So, it makes more sense to draw the platform first so that the triangle shape has more time being useful.

Sorry for the short novel about this level, but there is one last thing I learned here. When you create a shape, no part of it can touch a solid entity or else no shape will end up being drawn. The game also has some sort of algorithm to determine whether the curve of your drawn line is valid enough to become a certain shape. Since the collision detection only checks for the drawn line you have created instead of the shape that would be created as a result of the draw, you can trick the game into spawning a shape with a solid entity inside of it! I will have to experiment to see how useful this is, but below is a photo of me drawing a line through spikes: the black dotted line is approximately what I drew, and as you can see it does not pass through any solid entities, yet it is close enough to be considered a line. Neat!

Golem

Almost the same enemy as the spear thrower and fire turret. It appears to have less sight range, meaning you won't get shot from far away by the golem, but its attack speed is a lot faster and more consistent. This makes them dangerous up close. Place a ramp on the left side of the golem (the rock it throws spawns on the top left corner of its sprite) to disable it, since a spawned rock has no momentum to push the ramp.

What??? Sad dynamite is back from world 1?! Wow, it's been a while. Let me hug you! Oh... my HP went from 86 to 14, a total of 72 damage. Okay, so sad dynamite's damage also scales over worlds. A lot of the enemies are placed in inconvenient locations, meaning you'll have to make some judgments as to whether you really should be jumping over that dynamite stick. Fortunately there are plenty of markers in the level to fix your mistakes.

It's pretty hard to die in this level, which is good. It's also pretty hard not to lose your markers, which is bad. I guess if you had no markers to begin with then this level is just a free pass through. Good for you? This level aside, I'm actually impressed on how well thought out these levels are. They are by far the best levels I've played. There is actual need for resource management and clever thinking on how to pass certain obstacles. It's as if a different level designer that knew what they were doing came in and worked on this world.

This level is fairly mild, despite the fire turrets everywhere. You already know how to pacify them.

This one starts off pretty weird. The golem refuses to throw the rocks despite you being very close to it. Only when you move to the right of it does it start firing. What an honorable golem! Using your camera controls will be helpful here so that you can be prepared for a golem ambush.

They're just making really sure that you don't have any markers left by the end of this world.

In unrelated news, I finally found a good use for that drawing glitch where you can draw shapes through solid entities. Let's say you have an enemy and it is in an annoying spot, and it's near an edge. If you had the ability to draw under it, you could draw a long line so that most of the line hangs off of the ledge and the enemy sits on top of that line. The line flips off the edge due to the lack of balance and throws the enemy along with it. You can use the draw glitch by drawing next to the enemy, then angle the line upward, then angle back downward some distance away, and congrats, you draw a line under an enemy!

In order to get to the top path in the lava area you cannot simply build a line from the platform underneath the fan to the top platform because the fan will knock the line (and you) away. The problem with going to the previous non-bouncy platform is that it's too far away to build straight to the higher platform because you have to stand on the very edge to see it. However, you can build a line from the higher platform to above your head, then move out of the way and the shape will drop to the edge of the platform you were standing on. Build the line high enough so you have enough time to move left when you build it, otherwise you'll just get stuck under the weight of the line.

It may not seem like it, but you can build from the beginning of the spike pit to the far non-moving platform to the right. Build over the moving platform, and the line will actually be so heavy the platform cannot push it up and will stay down. This is going to be some scary advice, and you're going to have to trust me on this, but jump on the fans when you get there. If you land right on top of them it will either push you upwards or towards the direction they're spinning. If you keep this mind, it's possible to stay bouncing on the fans. It will take some practice, but it is worth the trouble.

The only painful part of the level is the double spiked wall area. Drawing a line over the whole thing can work, but keep in mind that the two wall columns that are there are out of sync, meaning that the line you draw will be tilted around. What happened to the challenge of this world? Did the person who made the first few quit after realizing what they were in for? I guess I wouldn't blame them.

There is nothing to say about this level that I haven't already said in previous levels.

Look, it's a bonus level haha

A golem blocks your path! What's hilarious is because of my insane determination to find a solution to level 87, this gives us another solution to getting around the golems in general. Place a right triangle with the slope facing the golem, then push it. The boulders will have a very tough time moving the shape and you'll be protected by hiding behind it. You could draw a line over the first golem, but then the second golem farther out will knock that line out of the way and you'll start getting pelted. Use the triangle to get very near the first golem, then pacify the second golem using the line trick, then pacify the first golem using the line trick.

To get to the coin, you have to use the rotating platforms. I recommend starting further right and building to the rotating platforms to avoid the golem above, both going there and going back. You know, that's my advice for the whole level: when in doubt, build over the lava.

Wait what? This doesn't lead to 99? I was so sure we were going to hit level 100 by the end of this world but I guess not.

If it isn't obvious from looking at the map, the goal is to jump over the fading block obstacles so you don't get knocked off the moving platforms. Although building to the end using the fading blocks isn't a bad idea, it actually isn't that tough to do what the level designers want you to do. Jump over the first one, duck under the second, jump over the third. Or you could do it the cool way and just... stand there. Turns out if you run into the fading block the moving platform just stops, probably from under the friction of your character, until the fading block disappears. No need to jump over anything! World 8 is done!

This was by far the best world. The first half at least. Everything else was the standard marker man type of level I've come to expect. Due to the necessity of survival I learned a bunch of new tricks along the way. Here's hoping I can use them in this next world.

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2018 Rolls-Royce Phantom First Drive Review

True luxury isn’t rushed. It takes Patek Philippe nine months to make a basic watch and more than two years to finish one of its more complicated timepieces. Pedrazzini builds just six of its exquisite mahogany launches a year, each boat taking 6,000 hours to handcraft. And Rolls-Royce designers and engineers took almost three years just to figure how to make the unique glass-covered dash, called The Gallery, that’s the centerpiece of the spectacular interior of the all-new Phantom sedan.

The 2018 Phantom is only the eighth car to carry Rolls-Royce’s flagship nameplate in 92 years. More critically, though, it’s the second Phantom to have been designed and developed under the aegis of BMW. As the follow-up to the imposing sedan unveiled in 2003, there’s a lot riding on Phantom VIII. This is the car that must prove BMW truly understands what it takes to keep Rolls-Royce at the very pinnacle of automotive luxury.

One look at The Gallery ends all debate: BMW gets it. Placing a sheet of glass right across the dash—real glass, not fancy plastic—requires serious engineering commitment, both in terms of meeting crash safety regulations and creating a manufacturing process. But the genius here is not so much the how but the why; The glass allows customers to put decorative artwork of their choosing in the void behind it, turning their Phantoms into truly one-of-a-kind automobiles.

“We are taking bespoke to a new level,” says Rolls-Royce CEO Torsten Müller-Ötvös. He says the idea for The Gallery came after a Phantom customer sat Rolls-Royce design director Giles Taylor and him down to admire a painting the customer had recently acquired. “All our customers are collectors,” Müller-Ötvös says. “Many asked if there was any way they could bring their favorite artist into the commissioning process.” Now they can.

Rolls-Royce offers a number of ‘standard’ artworks for The Gallery, including designs made from intricately folded silks, architectural metalwork, and, yes, wood. Customers wanting something unique behind the glass can work with Rolls-Royce experts while commissioning their cars to ensure the materials meet durability requirements. To show what’s possible, Rolls-Royce commissioned a series of works that range from an abstract oil painting inspired by autumn leaves to roses sculpted in black and white porcelain to a swathe of more than 3,000 meticulously arranged bird feathers.

Creating the ultimate wow factor for customers with the money to buy anything hasn’t come cheap. In addition to the investment in designing and engineering The Gallery, money has also been spent on an expensive new clean room—similar to that in which microchips are made—to ensure no dust or condensation can form on the inside of the glass once the dash unit has been assembled and sealed. But BMW has learned there are customers who will pay plenty for a one-of-a-kind Phantom. And they’ll happily wait the year it will take for it to be built.

“We are not really in the car business,” Müller-Ötvös says. “We are in the business of selling luxury.” He’s exactly right, of course, but The Gallery only makes sense because it’s surrounded by singularly impressive, luxury-focused automotive design and engineering.

Imposing, imperious, and in your face, the Phantom VII looked exactly the way BMW’s first ever Rolls-Royce needed to look. More than 14 years after its launch, it still has fantastic presence on the road. For the Phantom VIII, Taylor decided to maintain the extravagant dimensions of the Phantom VII but inject just a little more emotion into the styling.

It starts at the front, where in place of the iconic, rectilinear, Greek temple Rolls-Royce grille of the Phantom VII is one that’s slightly laid back, with a gently curved horizontal surface up top that falls through a generous radius to the vertical. At its highest point, the grille sits 2 inches higher than that of Phantom VII while the rear fenders finish 2 inches lower. These two points set up a bodyside that flows gently downward toward the rear, which, combined with front wheels pushed as far forward as possible to give a long dash-to-axle ratio and a C-pillar that sweeps down onto the trunk in an unbroken line, gives the Phantom VIII an impeccably classic British luxury car stance.

The Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud, built between 1955 and 1966, is one of Giles Taylor’s favorites, and you can see distant echoes of that car’s studied elegance in the new Phantom, particularly in way the line off the top of the front fender now runs down into the rear door. The Phantom VIII is a subtly more modern car than its predecessor, but it’s still imposing, still imperious, and still in your face. Which is exactly what Phantom customers wanted, Müller-Ötvös says: “They were relieved we didn’t do a bigger Ghost.”

The Phantom VIII is underpinned by an all-new, highly flexible aluminum space frame structure dubbed “The Architecture of Luxury,” not the least because versions of it will underpin all future Rolls-Royce models, including the forthcoming Cullinan SUV and next-gen versions of the Ghost sedan, Wraith coupe, and Dawn convertible. Body rigidity is up 30 percent compared to the previous Phantom, thanks to the increased use of glue, screws, and rivets to hold the structure together—the new space frame has one-third the welds of the old one—and massive aluminum castings for the suspension mounting points.

A much stiffer structure helps deliver a foundation on which engineers can work to improve ride comfort and lower noise levels. As such, Phantom VIII rolls on self-leveling air suspension with air springs that Müller-Ötvös says are the biggest money can buy. A stereo camera system reading the road ahead is used to preconfigure the electronically controlled spring and damper rates, and the active anti-roll bars, at speeds up to 62 mph. Rear-wheel steering is standard, countersteering the front wheels at speeds up to 37 mph, primarily to help the 227.2-inch long Phantom—and the 8.6-inch longer Extended Wheelbase model—feel more agile around town.

The Phantom VII wasn’t exactly noisy, but to make Phantom VIII even quieter, sections of the floor and firewall have been double skinned and packed with felt and foam layers, part of a total of 286 pounds of sound-insulating material that’s been strategically placed throughout the car. The windows are double glazed, and foam has even been placed in the tires to reduce transmitted noise from the tread and resonances within the tire cavity itself.

Rolls-Royce claims the new Phantom is 10 percent quieter at 62 mph than its predecessor. We won’t argue. Phantom VIII cocoons you in a cone of silence as it wafts down the road. If the clock on the dash had a mechanical movement, you could probably hear it tick.

Rolls-Royce chose to give us the first opportunity to drive the new Phantom in Switzerland. A strange choice, perhaps, given that speed limits on Swiss freeways are ruthlessly enforced, and all the fun roads, which wriggle relentlessly through the chocolate box mountain scenery, are best suited to sports cars, not limos almost 20 feet long. But Switzerland, home to ultra-luxury brands such as Patek Philippe and Pedrazzini—along with the discreet banks that have traditionally handled the financial affairs of the world’s über-wealthy—is Rolls-Royce country. The Rolls-Royce dealer in Geneva sells more cars each year than any other in Europe.

The new twin-turbo V-12 under the Phantom’s massive hood spools into life and settles down into an inaudible idle. As with Phantom VII, the steering wheel looks large enough to helm a yacht, though the rim is slightly thicker than before. Tug the stubby shift lever into D, and lift off the brake, and the big Rolls-Royce oozes into motion.

Although Rolls-Royce still calls it a 6.75-liter, the Phantom VIII’s new V-12 is a bespoke variant of the 6.6-liter engine fitted to the Ghost, Wraith, and Dawn models. It makes 563 hp at 5,000 rpm and 664 lb-ft of torque at just 1,900 rpm. “Phantom customers are not after peak power,” says Rolls-Royce engineering director Philip Koehn. “They want torque.” And what the Phantom customer wants, Rolls-Royce delivers. This new engine develops the same torque at idle as the Phantom VII’s V-12 did at its peak and 50 percent more torque below 2,500 rpm. The extra grunt is immediately noticeable, delivering an effortless, elastic surge of acceleration from standstill.

Nail the gas, and the V-12 growls softly like a well-fed lion settling down for a nap. The 5,644-pound Phantom lifts her skirts and swooshes to 60 mph in 5.1 seconds (the 5,754-pound Extended Wheelbase is just a tenth slower), en route to a majestic top speed of 155 mph. But such unseemly haste is not what this car is all about, though it is so quiet and so smooth you can find yourself accidentally loafing along the freeway at 110 mph if you’re not paying attention. No, the Phantom does its best work with modest inputs to steering, brake, and throttle, gliding through shoals of traffic with the imperious grace of a cruising tiger shark, the eight-speed ZF transmission working with the sat-nav system to preemptively select the right gear for the road ahead.

Rolls-Royce execs wax lyrical about the Phantom VIII’s magic carpet ride, and for once the cliché is apt. The ride truly is magical. Roll and pitch motions are beautifully controlled, their velocities gently tamed as if the Phantom has been captured in a giant velvet glove. On sharp bumps there’s a distant noise, like a butler discreetly clearing his throat to get your attention at a dinner party, and then maybe you’ll sense a gentle thunk through the cabin. Compared with the Phantom VII, the VIII’s suspension unquestionably delivers a better primary ride, but the real improvements are in the more precise wheel cont from PerformanceJunk WP Feed 3 http://ift.tt/2yfC5Gc via IFTTT

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