#agile concepts

[ryssbelle]

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Had a dream where Marcille made a Totk-esque dragon version of herself that she could summon and switch her mind to for various reasons.

Ramblings about the dream and art process below:

Warning for flashing lights, and colors especially towards the end

In the dream the main reason was to protect herself (and furina who was also there for some reason??) from an assassination attempt. Technically she succeeded because she didn't die BUT it was only because her mind and soul were evenly split between the dragon body and her body which was able to somehow keep them both alive.

Furina died tho rip to a queen I guess (tho technically she was already dead shes basically puppeting her own corpse literally all the time according to the dream, like her body is "alive" but her soul is in her gem thingy so she can "die" but as long as she has the gem she can resurrect herself infinitely and basically live forever, so to "kill" her they took the gem and are basically waiting for her body to expire, they can't break it cuz the gem is indestructible)

It was a weird dream all in all but I liked some of the designs, I have a doodle of furinas I might clean up. There was also a sense of unease for every character- Link was there too- and they all recognized they weren't supposed to be here and that the world around them was wrong. Like they could see that the logic didn't make sense, and that they shouldnt be able to do the things they do (furina resurrection and Marcille dragon)

But it wasn't a they are in a dream scenario (even tho yeah they were lol) they were taken from their world to a real place but that place was just wrong

Anyway enough rambling here's the process of making the dragon, warning for flashing colors

[lonestarflight]

Concept art of the McDonnell Douglas F-36 fighter, the production version of the X-36 Tailless Fighter Agility Research Aircraft.

Date: 1990s

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[fatedroses]

Zenos, but he uses his grandfather's name and imagery for his new armor so he can actually feel like a hero.

[0fbabylon]

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[mommytauriel]

- Finan absolutely loves when you mock his accent, he can’t help but laugh at how cute you are when you try to copy how he talks. Loves helping you train, he’s made it clear that he’s the only one you should go to for help with that; he uses it as an excuse to keep you close and tease you. You never have to worry about feeling as if he doesn’t listen to you, because every word you say he’s listening intently to you. You have hobbies? Now he has hobbies to! He’s very clingy, but understands when you need space of you own. Early mornings with you are his favorite, wether it’s staying in bed snuggling, going on a early walk or making breakfast together (well trying to make breakfast) he loves it all. When you join him out with the others at a ale house, he’s always touching you, a arm around your waist, a hand on your thigh or you just sitting on his lap. He wants others to know that your his. He’s not against breaking a guys arm if they try something with you. He loves your laugh, he’s always cracking jokes so he could hear your laugh. He can’t fall asleep unless you do first, he needs to make sure you are safe and comfortable before he can rest, and the nights he’s away from you he falls asleep thinking about you. He doesn’t shave his beard because he loves the feeling of your hands on his jaw when you guys kiss, or the giggle you let out when it tickles you when you guys kiss.

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[brain-rot-hour]

Listen

It's a thing, okay?

Or it will be

I'm really really really excited

@dawnrider

[blueboyluca]

I practiced a bunch of crosses last night and Topaz was amazing! But also her ringside skills are so bad it's embarrassing. I have to stop bringing her on Tuesdays because she just practices all the behaviour I don't want while I'm trying to coach my classes. Ringside skills are so hard to train. If I can't give her my full attention she loses her mind. And I can't keep letting people see what's happening and think it's acceptable. I don't want to set a bad example.

[ask-suns-pup]

whats the toughest enemy you fought?

[yumecarnival]

erm.. evil evil timeline where . erm . aj just picks off slate from the stragglers and tries to use him for her own gain . [too bad he's useless and stupid]

absolutely abysmally cooked ... i call them glass cannon

[xbittersweet-nostalgiax]

Puppies~ ^_^

[lunar-skylar]

Do you think wizards and witches could amplify their agility, strength, endurance, and whatever else to a greater level than your average human being (and I mean this in a superhuman kind of way, where a punch to the wall or the floor can create a crater or big cracks, or whatever)? Maybe through some kind of ritual, potions, or spells.

[phobos-exe]

I see a lot of people talk about Wolverine's fighting and movements in the movie but can we appreciate Deadpool here for a moment??? Dude is so fucking cracked all the time

He is so flippy??? Like i honestly don't care that its like fake or a rigged animation or whatever hollywood bs, its genuinely so cool to see deadpool fight. Cuz it might just be my opinion but his fighting style is so unique? In a way?

I think its sort of rare to see male action characters have this much focus on agility over strength. It also fits him as a character so well i could not imagine choreographing his fighting any other way.

It feels very much like how dancing does. I strangely think about the concept of b-boy style being adapted to a fight scene very regularly so seeing a movement like this one was so exciting cuz thats literally something i've imagined for so long its so COOL!!

[gojoest]

this was supposed to be a ramble post but i went on and on ;-; i might fw this idea some more in the future! tried to be as eloquent as possible but failed

royal au, crown prince!gojo satoru, f!reader (she/her), you reject him but that ain’t stopping the king to be from pursuing you, wc: 1.5k

crown prince gojo satoru, predictably, was the most desired man in the kingdom.

along with his royal heritage — the simple fact of being the next in line to the throne — his highness was undeniably a well-favored, handsome man that no other could hold a candle to. naturally, ladies would often throw themselves at him — some charmed by power, others harboring genuine feelings. he could see through them all and he would politely, and sometimes not so — depending on the intention — would turn them down.

his highness found no thrill in the concept of love. he saw no challenge in it and in someone dolling up for him and speaking to him of all the things that he, supposedly, wanted to hear. he deemed it boring. thus, he’d often sneak out of the castle (jumping off his balcony, unharmed) when the ladies arrived to visit him. other times he’d send the servants to deliver the unfortunate (and very much untrue) news of his highness being sick and needing rest to recuperate his strength. he truly could not be bothered while there were other things that piqued his interest more.

the battlefield, he admired it.

he grew up as — what others considered — a problematic child. ditching etiquette lessons to go into the forest and climb the trees, hunt animals and pick up branches to practice swordsmanship by himself. other times he’d simply act up in inappropriate ways, purposely so, that would inevitably bring punishment upon him, resulting in him being locked in his room to reflect on the unfitting of a royal behavior he displayed that day.

yet, nobody knew how agile and flexible he was, that he had learned how to climb and land safely after jumping from dangerous heights.

hence why, to this day, his highness uses his balcony as an exit when faced with unwanted guests. and to this day, nobody knows to where the crown prince has perished when the noble ladies line up in the castle to meet him.

truly, a problematic man.

his father, the king, was not having it. he thought, maybe, if he were to actually send his son the battlefield in order for him to come face to face with the harsh truth of it, that it was not as the fairy tales told so, that it was bloody, merciless and brutal, filled with death and decaying corpses — he would, maybe, come to his senses.

but, unfortunately so, that did not do it.

so far, everything was going the way the crown prince had desired — he had learned, early on, how to manipulate his environment to get what he wanted, through mischief. he had become a self-taught knight by his own means. he had caused enough havoc in order to be sent away to the most desired of places he wanted to be. the battlefield.

he conquered lands. each time he returned to the royal capital, he brought victory.

the neighboring countries were growing wary, avoiding conflicts and easily agreeing and bowing to the demands of the kingdom in order to prevent wars from breaking. the army’s strength, led by none other than the crown prince gojo satoru, was unheard of.

soon, the entire world knew of it. the clashes and conflicts seized. nobody dared oppose the kingdom anymore.

the prince returned to the capital, back to his boring days.

the days once filled with dull etiquette and history lessons were now replaced with the constant nagging to review a list of candidates in order to pick a bride to be the next crown princess.

it was a bothersome activity. his only challenge now was finding new excuses every day to avoid it.

but alas, there was only as much he could do to run away from his royal responsibilities of continuing the bloodline.

it was after the king had threatened to have the head of his right arm in combat and best friend, the glorious knight geto suguru, that the crown prince caved and considered looking at the portraits of the candidates presented to him.

in front of him were a list of the big families and the portraits of their daughters sent in.

“say, suguru”, satoru lifts a curious brow. “the lady of this house”, he points at the paper, “i can’t see her portrait”

suguru chuckles. “i am afraid, she did not send in one”

the prince scrunches up his nose. thinking. “i don’t understand?”

suguru, covering his mouth, tries to hold his laugh back. “she did not send in a portrait”

“did she forget?”

“i don’t think so”

“then? why?”, satoru stares. clueless.

suguru, with his entire willpower, is earnestly trying to fight the laughter climbing up his throat. the crown prince might be his best friend, but he didn’t really know how this man would react when faced with rejection for the first time in his life.

“in my humble knowledge”, he clears his throat before continuing, “when a lady refuses to send in a portrait to the royal palace, it only means she is politely withdrawing from the list of the candidates, your highness”

silence.

and then, a stretch — of lips, into a smile. a smile of disbelief. one that resembles the smile he shows when faced with a challenge on the battlefield that his audacious opponents throw at him.

“is she rejecting me?”

“i am afraid so”

intriguing. it’s been too long since he felt that kind of thrill, and to think he’d experience it while flipping through mere portraits of his wife-to-be’s. perhaps, he should’ve listened to his father sooner, huh?

he chuckles to himself. “good. i want her”

from that day on, the crown prince, who was once apathetic and uninterested in banquets held by the nobles, attended every one of them that was rumored to have you as a guest.

sadly, you rarely showed up. during the times you were present, you obviated his approach in a crafty and tactful manner.

he started sending you gifts — luxury gems and stones, hairpins, foreign cloths and dresses that were considered hard to obtain even by the big noble families. you sent them all back to the royal palace.

but unfortunately to you and very fortunately to the crown prince, this uncourteous gesture of yours intrigued him even further. he already had a hunch from your previous encounters, that you were not one to be bound by etiquettes of high society nor were you one to be easily blinded by opulence. but just in case, he wanted to test you. he wanted to see more of your deviant nature.

yet, he almost felt defeated, ashamed of taking you so lightly — as if tarnishing and trampling on your character — every time upon seeing the gifts delivered back to him in the same state that he had sent them, unpacked. not even touched out of curiosity. spotless as they were — as a sign of unambiguous rejection.

maybe, he shouldn’t have acted so carelessly with you.

it was during a banquet hosted by the royal palace in honor of the visiting diplomats from the neighboring countries when satoru finally got the chance to strike a more private conversation with you.

eyes glued to you all night, watching as you danced and socialized with other nobles, he was waiting for the right moment to approach you.

and just as you happened to leave the ballroom and walk toward the balcony to catch some fresh air, he excused himself and followed behind you.

“don’t tell me you’re already bored and want to leave, my lady?”

you turn around, visibly unfazed by his presence.

“good evening, your highness”, you politely greet, bobbing a curtsy to him. “although it is not to my liking, i wouldn’t call such a fancy banquet objectively boring. i was merely getting some fresh air after dancing”

there she goes again with that witty tongue of hers, he chuckles. “i see. you find it subjectively boring, if i may assume?”

“you may and that wouldn’t be far from the truth”

he lets out another chuckle, wiping a hand across his face as if at a loss of words. you truly are one intriguing woman.

“i will be very frank with you, my lady”, he speaks. “i think, i might’ve fallen for you”

you remain unamused, not even a single feature on your face flinching at his very confession.

“love is not something you think, but rather something you feel, your highness. curiosity, on the other hand, might pick at your brain and make you think and ponder”

he chuckles. “they’re not mutually exclusive, i believe. can’t love start from curiosity?”

you crack a soft smile. “perhaps”

“may i assume this is you giving me permission to pursue you further?”

“excuse my impertinence, your highness, but — do you have a thing for getting rejected?”, you tilt your head, an impish grin on your lips. “how long are you going to keep this up for?”

he steps closer, “i promise i’ll stop”, taking your hand into his and courteously going down on one knee before kissing it — “when you stop rejecting me, my lady”

[thefearwithin]

The Bloodburst Rattlesnake

The Bloodburst Rattlesnake is named mostly for its striking red colorations that grow brighter toward the head. The name also has an unfortunate connection to the peculiar effect of the rattlesnake’s venom. The appearance of the bloodburst rattlesnake is certainly not cryptic, but it can use this to its advantage. The bright gold of its rattle can actually be used as a lure. The shining color often attracts the attention of birds, though small mammals are also known to fall into this trap. Despite its rattlesnake ancestry, this snake prefers the cover of forests and will leave most of its body hidden in the brush with only a glimmering rattle left in the open; placed right in front of its waiting mouth that is just barely concealed. These forests also allow the brightly colored snake to hide better in the shade of the trees.

When it comes to non-prey items, the bloodburst rattlesnake is extremely aggressive, willing to chase down any potential threats at the drop of a hat. This becomes even more true as the temperatures rise, making these already ‘hot-blooded’ snakes even more dangerous to encounter. This summer aggression is still largely a mystery, with some proposing that it could have something to do with either the hot conditions or possible mating events. To make matters worse, the snake may be slow to bite but it also almost never delivers dry bites. During the summer, the chances of a potentially deadly bite increase drastically.

Despite the well-documented displays of danger and aggression, there are those who suggest that this is a mischaracterization. There are those who would have you believe that the bloodburst rattlesnake is not only potentially tolerable toward human interaction, but actually responds well to handling. This is, most likely, a simple remnant of a rumor from the old pet trade.

[business901-blog]

Scrum is a project management framework emphasizing collaboration, flexibility, and continuous improvement. It was originally developed for software development but has since been adapted for many other industries, including marketing. Scrum is based on the Agile Manifesto, prioritizing customer satisfaction, working software, and responding to change over following a plan.

https://business901.com/blog1/revolutionize-your-marketing-campaigns-with-scrum/

[demilypyro]

The concept of putting experience points and stat allocation in a competitive shooter is so wild to me. Oh so the high Agility builds can run faster and get in close? Oh the high Strength builds have more health and can carry bigger weapons? You know what you did? Do you understand what you did? You just created Team Fortress 2 with extra steps.