#speed reload

[historyofguns]

The article "Under-Fire Reload Tactics" by Mike Boyle, published by The Armory Life, discusses critical skills necessary for effectively reloading a pistol under fire, a pillar in Col. Jeff Cooper's Modern Technique of the Pistol. The Combat Triad, consisting of mental conditioning, practical marksmanship, and adept gun handling, is essential in armed defense. Boyle emphasizes the importance of mastering reloading techniques even though the need to reload during a gunfight is rare. The piece delves into reloading practices when a slide is forward or locked back, advising that having a spare magazine is necessary while encouraging practice with dummy rounds for proficiency. Additionally, the article debates tactical reloads and concludes that training should focus on speed and efficiency under stress to ensure one's readiness in dangerous confrontations.

[atomboyz]

Ozone — Speed Reload

[regular-gnome]

some light body horror sketches, still alive

[kaiserouo]

have been farming in solstice square today

[genericartist27]

I made this Yesterday. I just wanted to post this speed paint of Professor Von Kriplespac since I'm unfortunately ashamed to admit he's my second favourite character besides Don Weaso. (I like him as a character, not as a person BTW). Also I was struggling to draw his chair so you get him just sitting.

I love his voice, accent and his design, he has some interesting lore could be explored, and he's one of the funniest characters in Conker's Bad Fur Day and if Conker had a show he'd probably become a Fountain of Memes quite quickly. The only thing stopping him from becoming my favourite is the same lore that's made him so interesting has been completely F*cked up by Live and Reloaded and to be honest I'd like to completely Overhaul it one day because in my opinion while it makes sense from the things he did in the story and who's he's an Expy of, I personally don't think making him a F*scist was an extremely good idea and it makes enjoying him extremely annoying.

[the-mind-of-emma]

Adventures with Astarion: Scenes I wanted to see but felt bad and immediately reloaded - Make him bite Araj Oblodra

Pt 1/?

[petorahs]

Hello! In your post about Makoto and Ken, you mentioned movie Ken is your favorite. As someone who’s only played the game, I was wondering what subtle differences there are between movie and game Ken?

hey there! I'm very honored and glad you asked cause I feel like movie Ken is an underrated aspect of his character because of one key substantial difference: He actually was close to Shinjiro and admired him... before learning the truth.

spoilers for Midsummer Knight's Dream!

In the games, it's clear that the catalyst for Ken joining SEES was after he found out Shinjiro was the killer of his mom right before summer vacation was to end and he was supposed to go back to his elementary school dorm. So, he entered SEES (in his eyes rightfully) hating Shinji and with the goal of getting strong enough to kill him. Shinjiro joins right after, Ken himself being his reason, and they literally never talk... the tension is so palpable! There's also this trifecta of sorts that the developers wanted to convey which is pictured above... how Ken admires Akihiko, while Aki admires Shinji, while Ken hates Shinji. the monorail scene in Full Moon, Full Life is symbolic for this.

The movie's take on it though.. provides a slight nuance to this.

In the movies, a handful of characters become narrative foils/parallels to further develop Makoto Yuki's character such as Chidori, Natsuki, Takaya, Pharos obviously, Fuuka, etc. But one that's always stuck out to me was Ken Amada.

Right off the bat, Mitsuru assigns Makoto as Ken's bodyguard because they "share similar backgrounds". Both are orphans who lost their parents to the Dark Hour. Ken is aimless at this point, wandering about during the Dark Hour to kill time. He declines living in Iwatodai dorm even. But then, he thinks he found out the killer of his mom is actually the shadows, specifically a large one with a hulking body and blond hair. This is during the attack on the shrine where Koromaru protects it (cool thing about the movies is that we see the actual moment Koro-chan fights, instead of just the aftermath this time!). Ken's resolve is made and he joins SEES to eradicate shadows. Akihiko looks away quietly in this moment. Shinjiro rejoins SEES except it was Strega that gave him the info that Ken joined. The tension is still palpable, except this time Ken is none the wiser.

Ken immediately takes to Shinjiro because Shinji protected him during a Full Moon attack. He's so strong, everything Ken wants to be. (Nevermind Shinji's own reasoning for jumping in was his brand of punishment...)

This brings me to my final point. It's no secret by now that my favorite is Makoto, and the way that Ken's words echo Makoto's own thoughts about his mom is so quietly tragic to me that provides a layer of depth to both their characters we never really get in the games. They were both driven by their own mothers' influence and deaths.

Life was not worth living after they were orphaned, but now, they can finally live again... recently in Reload the Ken and Makoto parallels I mentioned were that they basically share the same dread, and self-isolation tendencies but I like this sentiment in the movie that there's healing to be found in the little things again :( Makoto and Ken were both healing...

anyways uh. since this is Persona 3 we all know how this ends which I will not spoil because I really, really like what they did with Makoto and his role in Shinjiro's death in the movies (+ the aftermath of it) but! I'll leave with these insane af frames

This is after Ken finds out that the large shadow with a hulking body and blond hair was not, in fact, a shadow at all - but someone's Persona.

[raurquiz]

#happybirthday #keanureeves #actor #thematrix #reloaded #revolutions #resurrections #sonic3 #pointbreak #speed #dracula #billandted #bogusjourney #facethemusic #constantine #johnwick #parebellum #sweetnovember #hardball #replicas #knockknock #47ronin #TheDaytheEarthStoodStill

[revvethasmythh]

sorry you've never seen someone more offended than me watching MY clone use MY powers and MY black fucking widow sniper rifle

[rainingmusic]

Metallica - The Memory Remains 

[jacqcrisis]

The impromptu (but necessary) fight with the monster hunter Gandrel went... we'll say poorly for Astarion. Ronan's blessing on them could only help so much and as the hunter focused him down with a barrage of burning crossbolts, it was easy to start making mistakes. The thought of killing the man with his teeth was too poetic to deny, but ended with a bolt to his stomach and his knees meeting the ground with the rest of him swift to follow.

Six seconds of panic. Of pain. Of being assured he'd met his end, his flesh burnt and the bolt in his stomach twisted and deep.

But there it was. A rapturous feeling. A holy light lifting him from edge when it should have been shoving him down, and through the smoke, Astarion met Ronan's burning eye as he healed him with a prayer and a snarl before a morning star to the temple sent the hunter to the ground instead.

He struggled to stand until there was a clawed hand around his arm, pulling him up, patting out whatever was still burning on him. A potion thrust in his hand. An order growled out to the other two they'll be making camp early tonight, followed by a flurry of activity he scant remembers much of besides holding the thing in him still.

The first step is taking out the bolt before the sun is set and a fire is built. He assures Ronan he's been through worse, tells him about it, about who no doubt sent the hunter as the cleric still works efficiently and lays him down. Carefully takes off his burnt armor and clothes for Gale to mend with his magic.

It'd be intimate in any other setting, but prodding claws dipping into the wound to find the barbs of the bolt make it anything but. And when it's time to pull it out, Ronan prepares him, talks him through what will happen, offers to hold his hand.

"You know, despite the face, your bedside manner is impeccable." He teases breathily, looking anywhere but the fist the size of his head grasping the shaft sticking out of him.

It earns him something approximating a grin before the bolt is pulled free in a single motion, a rough palm on his chest keeping him from curling in on himself from the pain. It is tossed elsewhere, Ronan's free hand slapped over the hole in him with another prayer that fills his lungs with air and numbs the hurt, expediting the healing that will happen after he's gotten something to eat.

When he's caught his breath and Ronan has taken his hand away, he sits Astarion up, inspecting smaller wounds. The burns, the cuts, the splinters of wood from the shattered bolts lodged in his skin. With his claws and some tweezers, he pulls them out, inspecting anything bleeding with a practiced eye.

"You don't have to do that, really-"

"Heals better." He says gruffly, brushing him off, contrasting the care with which he extracts another splinter and the gentle way he holds onto Astarion's arm. "You wouldn't want anything stuck in you."

He changes the subject, asks further about Cazador to keep him busy. And busy it does, like a poison being expelled from him. Even the small amount he relays is enough for a different kind of relief, one that's compounded as Ronan assures Astarion he'll watch his back should anyone else sent their way.

Once he's satisfied, Ronan sits back, goes for his bag for any kind of burn relief but Astarion stays him. Assures him he'll be fine after he gets something to eat, shockingly prompting Ronan to ask if he needs help. He points out he's still weak, staring pointedly as Astarion struggles to stay sitting upright, the muscles in his abdomen still freshly mended.

"There is, ah, one way you could help." Astarion says, "A little top up couldn't hurt. I wouldn't take much. Just enough to...speed things along."

He gives Astarion long stare, and for a moment he assumes it'll be another no until there's a clink as he undoes the leather at his wrist, presenting it to Astarion without a word. Doesn't flinch or look away as he bites through the delicate scales found there. Astarion can feel his pulse on his tongue, beating rapid as he watches his blood be taken.

Perhaps he isn't the only one enjoying the moment.

When Ronan pulls away, he is quick to stay the bleeding with a prayer, but Astarion is quicker to snatch his arm back. Lap up whats left and confirm what he's suspecting at the flare of nostrils and the fiery pupils dilating at the sight. He's not as indecipherable as first appears.

"You were going to wipe it away anyways. Why let a good thing go to waste?"

There's that rumbling hum again, a sound he's finding to mean the man is pleased by something. Ronan still stands though, tells him to rest a little more before he goes off hunting. Says he'll keep an eye out for his return.

Astarion watches him leave, lumbering toward Lae'zel to see over her burns and no doubt be told off for the recklessness that got them here. There's still pain, but it's waning under the prayers and the blood on his tongue. He'll get up in a moment, content to lay here, this modicum of safety one to enjoy.

[chrysanarts]

Chibi Ken Keychain process

[k-ili-stration]

Jack Frost (Shin Megami Tensei) Timelapse Speedpaint

[mohchidraws]

Wanted to share a speed draw of my Persona 3 Aigis fanart inspired by Klimt's "Pallas Athene"

Took 46 hours in total, condensed into 30 seconds

[totallyseiso]

New Cheshire :)

The two shotguns in its hands are for fighting generic enemies, then when I get into a boss fight I toss them and switch to the more powerful ones, and move a lot faster.

[omg-erika]

Antistar with a Giant Heart

by Dr.Harald Wiesendanger– Klartext What the mainstream media is hiding No fate is bad enough to let it get you down. And wealth obliges. The actor Keanu Reeves stands for both maxims in a way that is as credible as it is admirable. Do you miss role models? Here is one. He was three when his father left him. He grew up with three different stepfathers – it never took more than four years until…