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[bunnyyamor]

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ shower sex

having simon away for so many months has made u lonely and miss him. but all of a sudden; he’s home, tired and exhausted. u know exactly how to make him relaxed.

simon “ghost” riley x f!reader ୨୧ ꒰ nsfw...mdni ꒱ male masturbation, shower sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, cock play, breast play, touch starved and feral simon, pet-names

pls comment + like + reblog; i would rlly appreciate it (๑˘︶˘๑)

you stared out the window, sipping coffee in your sweater as you reminisced on memories of you and your simon. your eyes landed on a tree, sensing the wind picking up. you loved simon but loving him was hard and you knew he struggled as well. lovers were meant to be together, to see each other, holding, kissing, conversing. you missed that when he was gone and you knew he missed you too from letters and just knowing simon so well. you knew he was doing what was best, fighting, he was the one sacrificing but you felt you were sacrificing as well. you were sacrificing your man, sacrificing the feeling of always, all the time being comforted. instead, you embraced loneliness as your friend. and yet all of those ups and downs, you still needed simon, you still wanted to be his girl. you didn’t want it any other way.

you fogged up the window and drew a heart on it, putting your initials and simon’s. “i miss my baby.” you pouted as you took your phone out and saw the wallpaper on it was you kissing his cheek. he was so rough around the edges and you were his escape. your personality was sweet, happy go lucky, that is probably why you two meshed so well together. you were the misses that brought him back down to earth, that made him feel safe, loved. he was the bull and you were the china shop. 

“hopefully daddy can be here soon,” you patted your puppies ears. every time you saw your dog you saw simon because simon had him trained so he would protect you when he was gone. 

simon was said to be back in a couple months. for some reason that seemed like years to your ears. you were always wanting that maybe he could get back sooner, the door opening to him all dirty, dusty, needing a shower but here, present. 

outside was finally raining. it was a gloomy day and for some reason that made you feel more alone. “i sometimes hate the fuckin rain.” you muttered. you thought about what you said and laughed out loud to yourself. boy did you sound like your man. he was rubbing off on you already. 

you read the time and saw it was getting late. you still needed to shower and do your 10-step skin care routine. the memory of simon teasing you about your steps made you smile. how you missed your brit. you wrapped yourself in your sweater and was about to head into your room when you heard the door to your home creak. the doorknob jiggling. your dog ran straight for the door, making sure you were behind him as he barked non-stop. the person at the door wouldn’t stop. if this was someone trying to sell something or a stranger they wouldn’t be so persistent on getting in. quickly you head to your wardrobe and from the drawer you retrieve your handgun. simon had gifted it to you a couple months into you two dating. legs apart, gun pointed straight for the door, you waited for the intruder to get in. they were about to have a bullet between their eyes and meet their maker. 

finally, the door opened, and in quickly stepped-

“simon?” you questioned. 

simon wiped his boots on your welcome mat, he was drenched from the rain. his eyes hadn't met yours yet but when they did you could tell he was smiling under his balaclava from the way his eyes crinkled. “good girl.” his voice sounded tired. 

“oh baby,” you dropped your gun and ran to him. everytime he came home you cried. cried that he was safe and really in your arms. simon always said you were very emotional. even though simon was tired he still accepted your running form and picked you up in his arms. “hello, love.”

“i missed you.” you embraced him, not caring if he smelled of sweat and dirt. you kissed his masked covered cheek. then, gently, you lifted it up and took it off him. to think you were the few people to see his beautiful face. his eyes softened. you could tell there were so many things he wanted to say but there wouldn’t be enough time. “i’ve missed you more, baby.”

your clean, soft hands caressed his stubble that was growing perhaps because of the length of the trip back home. your plump lips landed on his rough ones. it felt so perfect kissing him. something you were missing was finally here again. you didn’t want to ever stop kissing him. you wanted him to truly know how much you loved him. you wrapped your hands around his head to deepen the kiss. your tongue lightly licked his lips and you felt a pinch on your side. “oww,” you chuckled, knowing what simon was talking about. 

“naughty girl,” he growled, making you throw your head back in laughter. “you know what you do to me.”

“you’ve been a good boy right?” you joked, hopping out of his arms and leading him back to the room. 

“if you’re asking if i’ve cheated on you, my love, the answers no. i couldn’t, haven’t gotten the time.”

your smile disappeared and instead you wore a scowl. “ha ha very funny,” rolling your eyes. 

simon smirked as he gave a deep chuckle, “i knew you would get mad. i like seeing you lose your temper.”

“yeah, don’t have much patience nowadays. besides, i get grumpy if someone were to touch my man.”

“don’t worry, darling. i’m all yours.” 

you felt this happiness deep within your heart. the whole that was there when he left was filled now just seeing him. you felt bad however to see him so tired. 

he stood before the mirror, ready to take his uniform off. 

“no babe. let me.” your eyes looked up at him through your lashes. “let me take care of you.” you immediately started to take off his boots, so gingerly. his eyes never left yours. it expressed so much love for you. he was a man of few words but his look said enough. he appreciated you and cherished you so much. 

you finally were to his uniform shirt. half lidded, having to feel his skin, you gently lifted it above his head. he always caught your breath. he was very fit, and had chest hair. you could feel your body warm up as his chest was inches away from your face. simon put his finger under your chin, lifting your face up. your eyes flashed to the scars he had on his chest. they made you worried because each had a story, a story that might have ended so differently. your nails delicately grazed each one. 

“it’s not as bad as it looks,” simon said jokingly. 

each deserved love. so you kissed one scar, then the next. eyes closed as you gave a peck to each scar. 

you noticed simon’s breathing was quickening and he was groaning. both of you were touch starved and were in need of each other. “fuck,” simon mumbled, as his head hung back. “i need you, love. i don’t know how long i can hold back.”

“i know, baby. i want to show you i appreciate all you do. let me take care of you. relax.” 

“that’s easier said than done. especially when you’re kissing me like that. you know how many nights i dreamed about you. nights where i wish i was between your thighs, or i was inside you. this feels like a dream right now.”

you kneeled down in front of his already excited cock. you could see the tent in his pants. “you poor thing. and that’s why i promise you, i’ll make sure you get me on the daily.” you winked. 

you got him to take his pants off so now he was just a dusty simon with his briefs on. you gulped at seeing his thick thighs. you loved to sit on that lap, they were so strong his legs, and made you weak. 

“eyes up here, darling.” simon raised a brow.

you stuck your tongue out. “i wasn’t looking at anything that wasn’t mine.”

“possessive aren’t we?” simon’s hands raised and caressed your hair. 

“now, since you haven’t had a proper, deserving shower in a while, with warm water. i am going to give you a bath, so get fully naked while i go put on some candles.”

“love, you don’t need to do all that. i just want you.” simon was almost begging. he loved how you were particular with detail and you wanted to do so much for him but he didn’t need none of that. he has been non-stop thinking about you. his hands made grabby hands for yours. 

“don’t worry. i’ll be quick.” you sprinted to the bathroom. putting a robe and soft comfortable matching pajamas that matched with yours on the counter for him. you put the candles on that smelled like vanilla and turned the shower on so it was warm for him. you played some slow, sensual music on alexa. “ok, this looks good!” you smiled big. 

you turned around to see simon leaning against the door frame. he was watching you the whole time. you felt a lump in your throat however when your eyes drooped down to his hanging cock. it was thick just like the rest of him. seeing him like this made you want to forever lock him up and never have to share him. 

“don’t worry. he misses you too.”

you licked your lips, simon always made you speechless. you opened the shower door for him. with a walk you always loved, so manly, he walked inside. you took a good look at his ass, thanking god he had cake. he was so fine! 

the moment his skin made contact with the warm water he groaned. all the black grime was dripping down his skin into the drain. little by little his skin was showing, clean. his eyes were closed, enjoying the feeling as his hands wandered all over his wet skin. your eyes widened, entranced. he noticed you were staring so he decided to play with you. his thick fingers wrapped around his cock, shaking it and stroking it. “fuck, i wish someone would help me out with this. any volunteers, love?”

you knocked out of the trance and rolled your eyes. “make room in there. i’m coming.”

“i was anticipating that.”

as you entered, fully naked, you walked into the water. shower head drenching your hair. you got wet first then got some soap that smelled like perfume. you knew that simon was watching so with an evil idea you lathered the body wash all around your breasts. each stroke causing them to jiggle. you rubbed circular motions around your nipples and picked each breast up cleaning under. you squished them together, really cleaning them. your could swear you heard him curse under his breath, “yeah, baby just like that. fuck me.”

you dragged the soap down to your pussy, playing with your lips. you then gathered that and went to your ass, spreading your ass apart, playing with each cheek. 

“mmmm,” you heard his grumble and heard him playing with his cock. you loved playing for him. 

you moaned as you bent over to reach your legs. you knew he was behind you , getting a good look at all of you. he thought you looked like a siren. your skin was wet and your hair was soaked. eyelashes thick from the water. you looked like a beautiful vision. you were his dream girl. 

he couldn't take it anymore. he needed to touch you. he put more of your body wash on his hands and stood skin to skin behind you. you felt on your ass his standing cock. it was sticky with pre-cum. “oh hi baby. i forgot you were here.”

“sure. i really don’t find it fair that your fingers are getting more action than me.”

you giggled but then it turned into a moan as his soapy hands reached to your breasts. “i’ll help you clean.”

“n-no. that’s my, job.” you bit your lip, trying not to let him take control as you wanted him to relax. 

“listen baby, i like pleasing my woman. let me.” he breathed into your ear as his fingers played with your nipples. pinching them and rolling the bud then dipping lower to your cunt. his thick middle finger delicately tickled between your lips. it was light but made you get excited. “even with this shower blasting on both of us, i can still feel how wet you are.”

“fuck,” you huffed. 

simon spread your pussy lips apart and traced your clit. rolling it then flicking it. “nnnn, simon. i-fuck-i want to make you feel good.”

simon couldn't take it anymore. he had been away from you for so long. he needed to be inside you.

he forcefully turned you around. the height difference was so much that he towered over you. his fingers cupped your cheeks as he dipped down to take your lips into his mouth. his tongue came out, lashing against yours and your teeth. 

“mmmm simon. fuck me.”

“i love you so much, darling.” simon said between kisses. “fuck, i don’t know what’d i do without you.”

you were on your tiptoes as your tongues fought. you licked the inside of his mouth. simon became feral, growling like an animal as he lifted you up by behind your knees. your legs against his head so you could not go anywhere and you were opened up for him. without even preparing yourself simon entered into you. you hadn't had him this whole time and no toy could equal up to his size so you felt your tightness being ripped. 

“good girl. i can tell this pussy missed me. it hasn’t had me in a while.” he chuckled.

“fuck me simon. oh fuck.” you breathed as he sunk into you. you slowly took him all the way in. you felt so full, missing him, missing each crevice and feeling of him. simon nodded as he lifted you back and then slammed into you again. “ahhhh. shit! mmmm feels s’good.”

your half lidded eyes saw his biceps strong, his muscles moving with each thrust. his tattoo entranced you. “ooh baby.” 

“that’s it doll. give it to me.” he grunted with each pounding. he lifted you up and down, his cock dragging inside you, wetting you each time. you felt each vein, felt him so fully inside you. his movements and making you bounce went faster each second. his balls coming up to slap your sensitive pussy. he was so strong to carry you and fuck you. you just held onto him, not able to move as you took each beating your sensitive pussy could handle. 

“you like that, darling?” simon gritted between his teeths. his forehead rested against yours as he switched and put you against the glass window. “that pussy taking all of me. what a good girl.”

“ugh, m’fuck! that’s it baby.” your arms came up to hold onto the glass. the feeling of the cold glass shooting up your back. both contrast of his hot body entering into you. simon grabbed onto your hands up high, pinning you against the glass as he powered inside you. non-stop, wanting you to scream on his cock. 

“ahhh simon, i’m not gonna be able to. i’m gonna fuckin cum!”

“ooh, you sound dirty. who taught you how to speak that way?” simon smirked, already knowing the answer. 

the way his cock angled to hit your g-spot. he reached so deep you thought you felt him in your stomach. his hips rolled with each thrust. you felt your pussy lips stretching to take more of him. his white cream producing more as it mixed with your juice. his cock dripping with your cum. it was making a white ring at the base of his cock. “fuckin shit. fuck, fuck, fuck. that’s it y/n, take my cock. take it all. i’m gonna fuckin cum.”

you held his head still and looked into his eyes, “fuckin cum for me simon. i want you to cum inside me. please fill me up, mmm.”

that’s all simon needed to hear. he was exhausted and just emptied inside of you. seeing his veins protruding from squeezing out his seed and hearing his hearty moan made you also come undone. he fucked you still as your pussy pulsed around him, clenching around his shaft as you came. your juices dripping down your legs. “fuck, baby.” you gave a tired smile. you were sore now and we're definitely going to feel it tomorrow. 

“you felt so good, darling. so tight for me.” simon kissed you again. 

“i don’t think i can walk,” you laughed as you tried but your legs were wobbly. 

simon stood behind you and held you still, holding you up. “i’ve missed you so much. i missed feeling you.” simon was vulnerable with you. his hands went around your torso from behind and kissed behind your neck. “i never want to leave you, my love.”

angel’s little words - this man literally makes my kitty into a knot like he has it purring. my mind is flooded w him and all that cake! It’s my first ghost fic so pls don’t hate me if u hate it ok! i was nervous to post about him bc idk if I got him correct but I did rlly enjoy writing him. Also bc he has so many edits of him w the song wine pon you by doja I wrote this w that song on repeat teehee.

[caffernnn]

Hey idk if you'd be interested but free! Heist AU

Rin - the mastermind

Rin inherited this business from his late father who was secretly running this organization. He is a driven and charismatic leader who only has eyes looking forward to achieve the next goal. He is an intelligent planner who makes sure his heists are perfect and foolproof, and that he is equipped with the best items and personnel for the job. He will not hesitate to use other people to achieve his goals, and views everyone as a stepping stone for success (unless he takes a really strong liking to you and deems you indispensable). He can be very persuasive with his words, with very provoking offers that you can't help but bite and get baited. But he also be very scary and intimidating, and he's very skilled in a lot of things related to his chosen career. He's a strong hand-to-hand fighter, as well as with quite a few weapons, like a handgun and a knife. He leads the operations and he rarely backs down from a fight.

Haru - the fraud

He can copy any item that is presented before him. Penstroke or brushstroke, he can forge or falsify anything on paper created by the human hand. He can recreate any material, and replicate it 100 times more. He has made a living creating and selling fake copies of expensive items, and their authenticity (or rather, the lack of) is rarely discovered. He takes pride in his craft, which he uses to support his best friend and long-time boyfriend's college education and home expenses.

Makoto - the conman

Haru's boyfriend. He can charm people into agreeing with what he says and making them do what he wants to. He knows how to read people like open books, and therefore knows everything that will make people tick and click. He puts up a facade of kindness that creates a false security, making people fall for his words even deeper. They think everything he says is for their own benefit.

He actually has been working with Haru for a long time now, with him selling the counterfeits Haru manufactures. This is how they met Rin, when they sold him something fake and it took Rin a long time to discover that he was astonished.

Rei - the hacker

A computer genius with too much time on his hands, Rei delved deep into computer technology. There is no digital system he can't hijack. His application to a university got rejected after an academic rival sabotaged his chances, and while taking a gap year, fell too deep into tinkering computer programs, codes, wires, and other gadgets. He exposed corruption of several huge academic bodies under anonymous accounts and became a target under hiding. Rin was able to track him and took him under his wing for his service in exchange for protection.

Nagisa - the moneymaker

He's the guy who helps Rin earn his funds, albeit by using unconventional means. He's the greatest thief in the team, being able to steal anything; from pickpocketing a stranger's wallet to infiltrating a heavily-guarded jewel and running away with it. He's also an amazing gambler and bluffer and is able to earn money by betting against people he meets. He ran away from home and made a living on the streets by himself and that's how Rin found him.

Gou - the secretary

Rin's sister whos only in it as a promise to her father to keep an eye on Rin and make sure he stays away from harm. She handles all the internal affairs and logistics of the team, such as record keeping and accounting. She rarely goes out for a mission, unless the team needs a femme fatale to bait a client for her to use her seduction skills on. She can take care of herself, with some fighting moves under her belt and equipped with the skill of using everyday objects as weapons. Yes, she has crippled a man for life with nothing but a clutch purse and her heels.

Kisumi - the backer

This guy has connections everywhere. He knows everyone from everything and therefore is always able to pull several strings whenever Rin is in a pinch. Need a man in Guatemala? He got you covered. Need a guy with a ship? He knows one. Need 25 billion yen? Oddly enough, someone owes him that exact amount. Do not make an enemy out of him. Be his friend! Just like what Rin did with him!

Asahi - the grease monkey

He's a dropout from automotive school after his sister's shop went bankrupt and he can no longer pay for his tuition. Equipped with only a rundown mechanic shop and a dream, he studied automotive all on his own and was discovered by Kisumi when he repaired his car that no one should be able to when it broke down in the middle of nowhere (the nowhere being Asahi's rural town where he is the only mechanic). There is no machine he can't disassemble and reassemble at the same breath. He can fix, modify, customize, and redesign any vehicle with his mechanic skills that the team thinks he could create the next ultimate war weapon if left unchecked.

Hiyori - the chameleon

He can transform into anyone at the blink of an eye. Being a master of deception, he is able to imitate a person's body language, movement, personality, speech pattern, etc. which allows him to turn into a completely different person. With each transformation, he is able to completely erase traces of his former self. Combined with skill in disguise and makeup application, he is the best spy the team could offer. No one knows if they have seen his true face or personality, nor does anyone know of Hiyori's lonely past and desire to be wanted and accepted. Is that his real face? His real self? His real name? Who knows...

Ikuya - the stalker

He can tail a person without letting his presence be detected whatsoever. His attachment issues with his younger, who is a free spirit roaming around the world and tried his best to shake him off of him led him to develop his stalking tendencies. Anywhere his brother goes, he was able to follow. He can bypass any security, any lock system, and no one would be able to detect. He can get in anywhere, even places people wouldn't be able to get into. Lock him, bind him, imprison him, and he will escape. He can follow anyone to the depths of the earth, to the most hidden corner of the planet. He can find anything you need, person or item. When he locks onto a target, he is unstoppable, and no one knows how he is able to achieve these feats. The only way he found out about Rin's team and got recruited was because he followed Natsuya and broke into the hideout. Rin was impressed and recruited him along with his brother.

Sousuke - the wheelman

Rins best friend and very first member of the team. He was the original partner in crime and his job was to take Rin wherever he needed to be. He can drive any vehicle from practice because of his background. He comes from a rich family and has experience driving several vehicles, using his father's money to enjoy the luxury. He was an up and coming car racer but an accident hindered his chances of becoming a pro, so he ran away from his high status lifestyle to join Rin in his adventures (and to try pursue romance with him but really, he hasn't gotten far with his attempts with him yet).

Can he pilot a plane? Yes. Can he man a ship? Yes. Can he drive a van with one arm while shooting his pursuers with the other? Yes. Can he go around the city without getting lost all by himself? No. His only weakness? His lack of sense of direction.

Natsuya - the navigator

He knows everything about everywhere because of his experiences travelling to a lot of different places. He knows every nook and cranny of every town,  village or city and knows how to get around either through the fastest, safest, or easiest way. He knows a lot of things about different buildings as well. He knows the layout of his target's places inside and out. He's an experienced thief like Nagisa, and he usually comes with Rin during infiltration and most of the time works as Sousuke's navigator when he's on the wheel. He's also an excellent shotgun rider, with an excellent aim when shooting from his seat.

Nao - the intel

The only person better than Makoto at reading people. He has a weird ability to know a person's nature and tendency just from a single look, and from there formulate a strategy on how to deal with them. He always submits his reports with extensive personal profiles of their targets and no one knows how he manages to get his hands on these data. Only joined the team after quitting his job of being a corporate worker to keep an eye on Natsuya.

Nitori - the contingency

One of Rin's most trusted subordinates. Rin may be the one planning everything, but not everything goes according to plan. And that's where he comes in. He has backup plans for everything, in case anything that can go wrong, goes wrong. Most of the time his anxiety induced overthinking is useless when things go smooth, but it has definitely saved Rin's ass several times when he got cornered into a pinch. Years of being a victim of bullying made him good in "thinking of what it do in case something goes wrong", but he doesn't like to talk about that. Not when Rin had already saved him from that nightmare of a past.

Momo - the inside job

He works at a media company in charge of delivering headline news. Indebted to Rin for freeing his brother out of prison, his role is to receive intel from a more stable source, and whatever data he receives from the journalists he delivers to the team. He is also responsible for covering up their heists and making sure that none of their activities make it to the public.

Do not let the childish demeanor fool you, he is the brother of a convict and is trained in combat as well. Journalists have many enemies, and he will not hesitate to pull out and shoot when he deems you as a threat.

Sei - the combat master

Rin's most trusted soldier. An ex-military who got suspended for "unknown reasons", he is an expert in several martial arts styles from around the world, and is very skilled in fighting either barehanded or with weapons. He can fight people way above his weight class. He is trained in using all sorts of weapons, from knives in close-range combat to snipe shooting. Rin recruited him after helping him escape from prison because he greatly needed his talents, and he refuses to let him go to waste and just rot locked up in confinement.

Loooove a crime ring or heist AU 😈 a whole bunch of potential for different power dynamics and grey moralities and such. There’s a lot of fun character bits I’d love to hear more about as well 👀

- How much did Rin know about the company/ring/etc before he inherited it? How much did Gou know? I’m curious since it feels like some characters could’ve known Rin before he became a boss figure (Sousuke and Kisumi being the kids of family friends or allies, with their own varying degrees of awareness/involvement in the underground scheming). I’d be curious to see how the few people who are able to get close to Rin (more than an employer) see him take on the mantle, see him will himself into the mastermind by force — the talent is anything but natural, anything but easy, and there’s a reason he tends to put himself on the front lines in their missions despite being the figurehead they all probably can’t afford to lose (pride, obligation, control). I can see conflicts arising from him not stowing himself away with the other roles behind-the-scenes (Gou, Rei, etc) and focusing on management stuff (convening with the info/intel/PR roles to maintain face as a chairman or something). I can see that being a possible beef and debate between Rin and Haru, how Haru doesn’t understand why he would insist on being a part of the action so directly all the time (how he can manage to have any semblance of life/normalcy with his face/identity surely being tied to chaos in the underground scene at least), and Rin hitting Haru in a sore spot by saying something about “for a guy that cares about getting to have security, you sure don’t seem to mind that your boy puts his own hide on the line a lot. Why do you think Makoto does it?” (Something something, Haru trying to insist more than once over the years that Makoto doesn’t need to be involved in the con, versus Makoto’s stubborn “you can’t get rid of me that easy” smooth-talking. Haru hoping they can keep getting away with everything long enough for Makoto to get his degree and an above-board gig, while being acutely aware that each mission involves Makoto taking on more and more conning responsibilities and having less moments to breathe as his most earnest self. The shared struggle of them both making a living off of emulating other things [it’s never his own expression/art, it’s never Makoto’s own kindness/heart] and how that wears them down over time.)

- the Kirishimas of it all are interesting, especially with how Ikuya’s abilities make it sound like he’s versatile enough to be a powerhouse in his own right. Nat functions well with being the navigator for Ssk, and Ikuya and Nao following him into Rin’s ring makes sense, but I almost wonder… do you think Ikuya ever question’s being led by Rin? How his own skillset is versatile enough to compare to Rin’s hands-on leadership (both being honed by their own dedications and desperations to Do What They Have To), and that he might like, idk, impress his older brother and make him “proud” by trying to branch off with his own gang/group? As Hiyori gets attached to Ikuya (originally being an undercover genius and gradually morphing into Ikuya’s right hand man), and Ikuya develops enough connections over time within the company (naturally having pre-existing Nat/Nao connections, getting info from Kisumi, running into Asahi for a few things, etc), I’d be curious to see if they’d like, have a threat of a grand split, or he branches off technically within Rin’s company, but with his own kingpin/leadership type position. IDK, PLOT!!

- One thing I keep wondering is how many people are like, primarily goons under Rin’s thumb versus separate contacts that are seen on equal footing. Momo makes me wonder how much he really gets to know about any of the missions before they happen, rather than being a mostly-removed guy in reporting that Nitori or one of the sweet-talkers convenes with from time-to-time to ensure they get cover stories done. How much does Asahi get involved; does he know much more beyond Kisumi and Rin being wealthy repeat customers who come to him with odd requests he doesn’t ask questions about? So many paths. They can all be called in when needed for the right mission or heist, but how many are still connected to Rin in the in-between? How many have debts or are on payroll, and how many could refuse if the price wasn’t right? Extra little dynamic stuff that could make things ~juicy~.

- (no coherent last notes. Just thinkin about ssk and all the ways he could have lasting disabilities from the incident/injury that took him out of the racing circuit. The possibility of Rin knowing him as a rich boy family friend before the incident and having some sense of closeness that makes him wonder sometimes how selfish it was to invite him in to a more underhanded world full-time. Ssk paralleling Makoto in how he goes from “I’m here because you’re here” with one notable skill/role that develops over time to being more risky and involved. Rin being so used to the noise and chaos at this point that it takes a moment of seeing Sousuke on a Bad Pain Day between missions to remember how human they all are, or have that “why didn’t you tell me you were worn down” talk that makes him realize how far ssk is willing to go simply because Rin’s the one asking. Classic sourins)

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SIG-Sauer Pistols CC Collection

Began in 1975, with an aquisition of a German arms factory of J.P Sauer und Sohn GmbH by the Swiss SIG AG, SIG-Sauer produces many variants of pistols including : 

SIG P220

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SIG P226

Issued in 1985 as a development of P220 with advanced features. Actually participated in US DoD's XM9 program, but instead the Beretta 92F was chosen. Later acquired by the US Navy as M11. One of Original "Wonder 9" Member who Successfully toppled the Revolver's Domination during 1980s inside Law Enforcement and Military alike.

SIG P228/P229

A compact variant of P226 basically some length was chopped from the barrel and slide, as well as from the grip. The P229, was developed especially for the US market and is assembled in the USA using both German and US-made parts. It’s identical to the P228 except for a heavier slide. The P229 slide is made by machining a bar of steel as opposed to stamping and forming from sheet steel. The heavier slide on the P229 is necessary because of the comparatively more powerful calibers used in this pistol.

SIG Pro

Sig Sauer's Attempt on Modernizing their Sig Sauer Series to make it relevant for current Polymer frame Pistol Trend and stay relevant in Military Industries. The SIG Pro is a series of semi-automatic pistols developed by SIG Sauer in Exeter, New Hampshire. It became the first polymer-frame handgun from SIG Sauer and one of the first pistols to feature a built-in universal accessory rail and interchangeable grips. Offerings in the series are chambered in .40 S&W, .357 SIG, or 9×19mm Parabellum. As of March 2020, only the SP 2022 variant is still listed on the SIG Sauer website. The SIG Pro was marketed as a lightweight. and compact alternative to the "legacy" SIG Sauer handguns in an increasingly competitive and budget-oriented law enforcement market. SIG P320 (M17 And M18 )

A further development of previous model SIG P250 which issued by SIG Arms Inc. USA. Released in 2014 as a SIG participation in the US DoD's XM17 next sidearm program. After some evaluation,  this model won the contract and acquired as M17 in the US Army in 2017. US Marine Corps acquired it's compact variant known as M18. The full-sized model was designated the M17, and the shorter length carry model, the M18. The guns have subsequently been adopted by the Army, Navy, Marine Corps, Air Force, and Space Force. The pistol replaces the Beretta M9, as well as several other handguns across the services. There are two color variants, coyote brown and black, for both the M17 and M18, though almost all have been produced in brown.

The SIG Sauer P365

Modern Derringer is here.. with superior compact size over the smallest modern Handgun that ever known, Glock 42 (5.8 inch on P365 Vs 5.94 inch on Glock 42) also the Best Seller on "Concealed Carry" Category in United States. perfect for anyone who looking for smaller Pistol as Third Sidearms or Perfect pistol for Political Assassination 3:)

SIG Sauer P365 is a striker-fired subcompact semi-automatic pistol manufactured by SIG Sauer, intended for everyday carry. It is offered with Tritium XRAY3 Day/Night Sights and two 10-round magazines; one flush fit and the other with an extended finger tab, and a stainless steel frame with polymer grip module. It is primarily chambered in 9×19mm Parabellum and is rated for +P (higher pressure) ammunition while utilizing offset double-stack magazines. A variant chambered in .380 ACP was introduced in February 2022. The P365, which replaced the P290RS, is produced in Newington, New Hampshire. In both 2018 and 2019, it was the best selling handgun in the United States.

Shoutout To @honeyssims4 & @r-jayden For M17 Pose...

@ts4-poses @ts4-poses-masterlist @cctreasuretrove

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[crackinglamb]

Some Sentence Sunday/WIP Whenever

I'm excited, y'all. I've finished writing another chaptered fic (and in just a few months too!). Going back to my FO4 roots, combined with my love of Modern Character in [Fictional Location]. Eventual Hancock romance, because ghoul husband will always be best husband.

Have some:

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Jack Nunn fell forward out of the pod and onto her hands and knees. She coughed a couple times and shivered. Her clothes felt too tight and she couldn’t seem to catch her breath within their confines. There was a computerized voice droning in the background about evacuating the premises, barely audible above the hiss of the ice subliming into vapor. Her gaze fell to her hand, where a band of gold glinted through the hazy murk surrounding her.

“What?” she said aloud. Her voice sounded funny, like her ears were plugged. She sat back on her knees, feeling cold concrete beneath the even colder air and looked around. “No. No way.”

She was in Vault 111, the very start of the game.

She was inside the game.

“Okay, weird dream?” she queried the hissing air. Of course no one answered. The only thing alive down here was her and some radroaches. Assuming that it was going to match what she knew. This was her favorite game, and she’d played it dozens of times. Rarely to the end, although she’d tried it at least once with every faction for the sake of completion. Even the Institute ending, although it had enraged and sorrowed her in equal measure and she nearly gave up on it several times.

If she was inside the game, then that meant across from her…

“Please tell me it’s a weird dream, fictional dead husband,” she murmured, looking into the cryopod at the slumped body, the bloody wound in his head still visible under the rime.

She’d just started a new playthrough last night. She’d made it through the character creation and the unskippable beginning sequence that was usually her cue to get up and make a snack while it played out. She couldn’t remember anything after that. She didn’t remember falling asleep, but she must have. She must have.

“Critical failure in Cryogenic Array. All vault residents must vacate immediately.”

Jack rotated her jaw and swallowed, trying to get her ears to pop, since everything sounded muddy and distant. It partially worked and she didn’t feel quite so much like her ears were stuffed with cotton. She got to her feet, feeling pins and needles run down her legs after sitting on them for however long she’d been there. If this was a dream, it was remarkably lifelike. She could smell the metal walls and the cold chemical stink of whatever was used in the cryogenic solution. Liquid nitrogen maybe? She didn’t think that was actually a thing that would work. Being frozen should have left her with burns like chicken months past its sell-by date that had gotten forgotten in the bottom of her freezer.

“Well, you remember the real world,” she muttered, still aloud, just to hear something that wasn’t the computerized voice.

She knew she would find a security baton in her winding hunt for the exit. And a 10 mm handgun with enough ammo to get her out of here. She’d face radroaches – and the rads they carried – but they were simple to kill. One good whack each should do it. And then…

...Then she would face the Commonwealth. Hopefully she’d wake up before then.

Raiders. Mutated creatures. Deathclaws. Ferals. Radstorms. 200 year old food and irradiated water. She was so fucked if this was not a dream.

Don’t think about it now, she told herself firmly. Just get out of here. Pretend it’s the game and do what you know you have to.

And that plan worked great until she got swarmed by the roaches in the corridor. They moved fast, nipping and biting her in a dozen places, their rads bleeding onto her in a palpable effect, making her woozy and nauseous. She couldn’t seem to get her hand eye coordination down and kept missing them when she tried to whack them. The pistol was no better. She’d never shot anything in real life. The report of the gun was loud and she flinched each time, wasting precious seconds while the roaches took advantage to attack her more. One leapt at her face, clawing her and going for her eyes. She fell backwards trying to escape its grasp and hit her head on the concrete floor.

She woke up, falling on her hands and knees out of the pod, coughing and cold.

“Fuck.”

[kennys-parka-jacket]

Kenny for that ask game! And all of the questions, or how ever many you feel like answering.

This took me, like, an hour and a hslf to type.

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

On surface level he's really cute and silly. Then you realize he's perverse and swears like a sailor. Then you learn he's a loyal friend, good at emotional support, and will do anything for the people he loves.

He's also pretty versatile. He can be a beautiful princess, a batman-esque vigilante, an eccentric mad scientist, a whitetrash redneck, a talented opera singer, a skilled musician, etc. He can do anything!! (Except sew and cook apparently XD)

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

How he broke the cycle of abuse that's been going on for generations in his family. Also, despite arguably having the worst home life, he never let himself become villian-like like some other characters in this series.

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

His tendency to be ignored by the writers. From being 'permanently' killed off to being reduced to a background character for a few seasons to just kinda being forgotten about halfway through some episodes.

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Sanrio, any animated run. I just think it'd be funny if this little orange nugget was running around the hello kitty universe being his usual R-rated self and every line of dialogue slipping past the censors.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Promotion Man by Merzbow. Same reason as All Star, despite the pain of existence he stays silly!! But in a much more noisy and industrial kinda way. Also I think Kenny would listen to harsh noise. (Tumblr wont let me link it :( )

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

Already answered.

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

In fan art he's often smiling when no one else is. Not in a way that feels like his happiness comes at the expense of others, but moreso he just has a different mindset. Or perhaps he's just high among his sober friends; which, given how he acts in canon sometimes, might be possible.

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

When fans portray him as a casual sexual predator and it gets played off as just him being a flirt. The second half of that is the important part.

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

That's a big fat NOPE lol. He's messy as hell, cant cook, and, with his luck, he'd probably die every other week. Sorry, but there's no way no how it would ever happen.

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

Probably, yeah. Kenny gets along with pretty much everyone and I get along with most people too. I see no reason why we couldn't be friends.

11. Would you date this character?

He's 10 XD. But if you mean when he's around my age, still likely no. Reasons I'd rather not get into.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Some items he never leaves home without: a loaded handgun, drugs of some kind, 20+ dollars in loose change, the same phone that he's been using for the past five years.

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

🧡😸🍊 reminds me of him

🌮😏🤘 IIRC canonically those are his most used emojis

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

You know those shirts they sell at Spencers? Yeah.

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

In no particular order:

- Kenrietta. lady who's goth throughout x guy who's secretly goth but looks like the sunniest guy alive. They compliment each other nicely but also lend some funny contrast.

-Kammy/Kentam. The two poorest people in town, match each other's energy and craving for physical affection, are fiercely loyal to each other.

-Stenny. Sooo much angst and hurt/comfort.

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

Tbh never been extremely fond of that trope where his partner acts like they dislike him. But whatever, it just isnt my cup of tea.

17. What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?

This is such an oddly specific question lol. Anyway, i enjoy him and craig, but a lot of content for them feels rather one sided. With that said, they absolutely deserve their reputation as one of the most popular ships in this fandom's history.

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

Basically the plot of season 24 is that everybody loves him even when no one likes each other. I strive to have that kind of relationship one day XD.

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

I dont know WHAT is going on between him and his grandpa, but something aint right.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

Everybody because everyone loves him.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

Already answered.

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

Love how people write about his demise; everyone does it differently and it's epic each time.

Ngl it's pretty funny when fans write about him doing sex work sometimes. It's often comical how much he's willing to do for so little in return. Homeboy's seriously risking jailtime for a buck fifty.

23. Favorite picture of this character?

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

His muffled speech kinda reminds me of Coco from FHFIF. Also Rada from Chowder.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

First impression: the cutest little tangerine in the whole wide world.

Now: I would protect you with my life. I'm gonna go buy another pair of socks with your face on it.

[dontmeantobepoliticalbut]

Tennessee Gov. Bill Lee’s administration accused the National Rifle Association of wanting to use involuntary commitment laws “to round up mentally ill people and deprive them of other liberties,” according to documents drafted by the Republican’s staffers as part of their initial attempt to pass a gun control proposal earlier this year.

The memos, provided by Lee’s office as part of a public records request, reveal a rare criticism of the powerful gun lobby made by the Republican Governor. Lee has previously praised the NRA’s efforts to protect the Second Amendment but has since faced opposition from the group as he works to pass gun control legislation in response to a deadly Nashville school shooting that took place in late March.

So far, Lee has proposed keeping firearms away from people who could harm themselves or others. He’s currently facing pushback from both the GOP-dominant General Assembly and firearms rights advocacy groups, including the NRA, that are wary of loosening gun laws in ruby red Tennessee. The NRA’s opposition is particularly notable because the group was a crucial player in Lee’s successful push in 2021 to pass a law that allows people 21 and older to carry handguns without a permit in Tennessee.

That means Lee has been forced to go on the defensive, arguing that what he has proposed is not, in fact, a so-called red flag law like those adopted by other states in the wake of tragedies. Instead, the talking points show he is attempting to sell his proposal as “the most conservative in the nation” and the best plan for “Second Amendment advocates.” He also is taking aim at advocates who want to focus on Tennessee laws that allow committing people without their permission if they pose “a substantial likelihood of serious harm” due to a “mental illness or serious emotional disturbance.”

“Not only is the NRA’s proposal impractical — it would drastically expand the scope of government,” one of the memos reads.

In announcing his plan publicly in April, Lee acknowledged the proponents of involuntary commitment, but did not name the NRA.

“Some advocates of the Second Amendment say something called ‘involuntary commitment’ is the answer, but that would restrict all kinds of constitutional rights, including the Second Amendment,” Lee said at the time. “It’s not the best way.”

Speaking with reporters on Wednesday, House Speaker Cameron Sexton further lowered expectations that Lee’s proposal has a chance to pass, saying he doesn’t think he and fellow Republican lawmakers support red-flag-esque laws. He said some other areas of policy could be considered: involuntary commitment, more mental health in-patient beds, better database updating for background checks, a new state-level offense beyond the federal law prohibiting felons from having a certain amount of ammunition, and broadening state law so more types of violent threats could be considered a crime.

“When you look at what the NRA is saying, is you currently have laws on the books — emergency, involuntary commitment,” Sexton told The Associated Press on Wednesday. “And so, use what you have.”

The Governor initially unveiled his legislation just weeks after six people — including three young children — were killed in a Nashville school shooting. Lee’s wife, Maria, was friends with the head of the school and a substitute teacher who were among those killed.

Despite Lee’s urging for lawmakers to pass his proposal, GOP leaders have resisted. The Legislature adjourned without taking up the issue in April, but Lee has since called them to come back to address the matter in late August.

The documents reviewed by AP show that Lee’s administration drafted the talking points in April. They tout the Governor’s proposal as “more targeted and more limited” than what the NRA currently supports. It’s unclear where the memos were circulated or how many people outside Lee’s office received them.

In the memo, Lee’s office wrote that the NRA’s plan “does not get at the heart of the problem, as it fails to address unstable individuals who suffer from mental health issues but do not qualify for involuntary commitment to a facility.”

“Gov. Lee believes the best path forward is practical, thoughtful solutions to keep communities safe and protect constitutional rights,” his spokesperson, Jade Byers, said in an emailed statement. “He looks forward to speaking with key stakeholders, including the NRA, and working with legislators on proposals in the months ahead.”

In an April memo, the NRA’s lobbying arm urged its supporters to oppose Lee’s plan. The group noted that “Tennessee already has broad civil commitment laws” and added that the state could improve access to emergency mental health services.

Asked about the Governor’s office talking points about their group, NRA spokesperson Amy Hunter didn’t address the claims, saying in a statement that the group is focused on “preserving and advancing the rights of law-abiding gun owners in Tennessee.”

[triplesilverstar]

Quick draw? or a bit of soul searching

Rating: PG

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Shooting, no sense of direction, proposals, 

Word count: 4036

A/N: Chapter 4 of Bounty hunting 101: You should be good at this

A month after the saloon incident things were not looking so good for you, you’d spent two weeks in a hotel room fighting off a cold. The time wasn’t what bugged you though, no, getting sick like that was sadly the norm for you since the incident. The problem that you now faced was almost age old. You were strapped for cash. 

The hotel room and having meals delivered to you had done a number on your wallet. Two weeks of not even turning in small bounties was taking its toll on you. However the option for some quick cash came the day you were finally well enough to leave the hotel. A notice for a quick draw tournament in a nearby city, not one of the major cities but hey. You sure as hell weren’t going to turn down the chance for a quick influx of cash into your wallet. 

Selling your toma had been kind of hard since the bird had been with you for almost a year now, but their upkeep while you’d been sick had also been a strain on your wallet. You could always buy a new one once you weren’t down to almost your emergency cash. Hoping on a bus, bag in tow you groan hoping it won’t take too long to get there. Maybe you’ll get lucky and catch a bounty or two before the tournament starts. 

Well maybe lady luck was a little on your side, just as you’d pulled into town a lone bandit had been trying to hold up the bank. A butt plate well placed between his shoulder blades and he was down and you were a few thousand double dollars back in the black. 

Unaware as you spoke to the town sheriff that you were being watched by a certain blond in red. “She is one stubborn woman” he whispered under his breath before ducking back into the alleyway. 

After a short discussion with the sheriff you had directions to sign up for the quick draw tournament and a loner revolver attached to your hip from a gunsmith at the edge of town. Agreements made that you could return in the morning to practice, you were pretty handy with a handgun but you knew you needed the practice to see how off the revolver could be. 

Signing into the hotel register you find yourself seeing a name that looks familiar. A Mr. John. P. Smith. An itch in your brain that you’ve seen that name somewhere recently, but can’t figure out where. Heading up the stairs you rack your brain trying to remember, bag dropped off. 

The young lady working the front desk had suggested a local restaurant nearby for you to eat at and you fully intended to body still reeling from being sick a few weeks ago. Once you enter the small restaurant and sit down you find conversation with the woman that introduces herself as the owner. Asking her how business had been, and telling her you didn’t care what was brought out. 

While you’re sitting there you listen to the town around you as it goes about its day to day things, a loud bang and crash from the kitchen doors draws your attention as you watch them swing. Certain you’re looking at them with your brows drawn and eyes narrowed. 

When the owner comes back a soft apology on her lips you just try to nod in return, thanking her for the meal. At the first bite you feel your eyes light up, tastebuds dancing in your mouth. It takes no time before you have it finished, the meal is the best thing you’ve tasted in years. 

“Whoever your cook is, tell them I'd marry them in a heartbeat.” A gentle laugh as she takes the plate from you. 

“What if they were a woman?” 

“I stand by what I said.” Another laugh as she asks if you want a dessert, telling her you’d rather another helping of anything else they’ve cooked. 

As the owner steps into the kitchen she grins at the tall man with his apron on and shades on top of his head “You got a marriage offer based on your cooking.” A flinch of his shoulders while Vash gives a pan a flick. 

“Was it from the lady with the big rifle?” 

“It was” 

“Once she realized it’s me that’d change real quick.” A toss as the owner heads towards the sink placing the used plate in the sink before grabbing a clean one. 

“Oh do you know her? She looks serious but so far she seems nice.” Clean plate passed to him, another serving of food dished up. 

“Sort of. If you don’t mind, can you keep the fact it’s me out of the conversation?” 

A raise of her eyebrow. “Sure Vash. Does this have to do with what I think it does?” 

“Yea” his voice is soft and eyes downcast as he keeps working on the food in the frying pan. The owner doesn’t push the subject just nodding, Vash has been helping her in her husband's absence even offering to join the quick draw tournament to get a bit of extra cash before he had to leave. 

As the owner returns with a soft smile on her face as she slides the plate in front of you. “I told them, but they shot you down. Sorry.” 

“Ah well, guess it wasn’t meant to be” you answer, once more digging into the dish which tastes as amazing as the first one. When you get the bill, even if you are tight on cash you leave a few more double dollars behind. That cook and owner deserve it after that meal. 

Leaving you head back the exact same way you left the hotel. Or so you thought, somehow ending up at the edge of town. This is getting real old, as always for your sense of direction and lack of it. “Damn planet with no nav connections” you grumble trying to find your way back to the hotel.

From the rooftops Vash is following along, shaking his head at you and your wanderings, but still watching you from afar he does have to admit to himself you really don’t carry yourself like most bounty hunters he’s met. So many of them just shoot first and ask questions later. Treating people in towns like they’re nothing but punching bags at times.

Yet, he’s seen enough to know that’s not how you present yourself, you treat everyone like they matter. Even if he’s seen you shove the butt of your rifle between someone’s shoulder blades or your foot between their legs. You seem to have the same respect for everyone, that they are a person. 

Even now as you lower yourself down to speak to one of the kids asking if they know how to get to the hotel. Sure the kid looks terrified, but Vash can attribute that to the resting look on your face, because you do have a resting bitch face. 

The one thing he can’t quite put his finger on though, was your comment in the saloon, the dead can’t fix their mistakes. In his long life, Vash has never met someone besides Rem who thought people should be given the chance to learn from their mistakes. That people could learn from their mistakes. 

Watching you thank the kid and giving them a short wave before disappearing into the hotel he sighs. “You’re starting to take up a lot of space in my head, Ghost Sniper.”

You have one more day before the quick draw tournament is set to start, and you’re going to make the best of it. Getting one of the locals to help take you back to the gunsmith and his small range.

A couple hundred dollars of rounds bought and you start practicing, glad you did as the borrowed revolver needs to be sighted in. The first shot which had been for center of mass on the target barely hits the lower right hand edge. Adjustments made you start to see the familiar handgun grouping you know you’re capable off. 

Moving your aim from the center of mass to the hand and starting to practice firing as if to disarm from the quick draw. 

As the day draws on you find the practice was great, feeling more than confident in your abilities for tomorrow you head back to town after buying a few more rounds. Not much, and the gunsmith did say he’d buy back what you didn’t use after the tournament and a few wishes of good luck. 

Walking with another customer you find yourself back at the same restaurant as the day before, hoping it’s the same cook again as you take a seat. “Hello again” you whisper to the owner at her approach seeing the gentle smile on her face. “Is it the same cook as yesterday?” 

“It is” you notice while it seems a little busier it's still just her and what you assume is the cook working. 

“Is it just the two of you working? Seems to be a bit of a small staff for a restaurant as busy as yours.” Keeping your tone neutral as you ask, trying to not come off as being too nosey about the woman and her business. 

“It is. My husband has been out of town for a while so things have been tight with money, the cook is actually just helping me out before they leave town.” Nodding, its nice to hear that some people can just help others while passing through a town. Though you don’t miss the pause as if she had something else to add. 

As violent as this world is, it's a good reminder to you not everyone is out to make a buck. Like when you first arrived and the saloon owner that let you work in the back before everything with Gasback had happened and suddenly you were in that damn magazine with that stupid nickname.  

“Well in that case, I'll take whatever's available again.” 

Heading to the kitchen you’re oblivious to the fact Vash is working there, and the one making the meal that you swear is somehow even better then the one from the day before. 

As you do your final check in for the tournament you hear a name being called “Mr. John P. Smith?” Turning you feel your blood pressure skyrocket, a familiar blond in a red coat heading towards the official that had called the name. 

Stalking towards him you can’t contain the venom in your voice “you!” Both the official and Vash jump at your approach, a line of sweat running down the officials face. “I should beat the ever loving snot out of you right now you slippery noodle!” 

Vash has a sheepish grin on his face as you grasp his collar, your tirade interrupted by the official “Miss! Unless you want to be disqualified please unhand this gentleman!” The comment might have had more of a punch to it if his voice hadn't cracked several times and their knees weren’t shaking like a newborn toma. 

Yet, you need the cash, releasing Vash from your hold “This isn’t over.” You hiss in his ear before stomping away closer to the official. 

“Felt the fury on that one!” A line of sweat and a wave of his hands in front of him as if it could deescalate the situation. 

Glaring at the official you turned your gaze towards Vash annoyance how once again he was just within reach and yet so far out of it. “Miss, once the tournament is over you’re welcome to deal with whatever grievance you have with that man any way you want.” The official's voice is still quaking like he expects you to disregard the rules and do something to the man in red anyway. 

Letting a grin grow on your face, unaware it’s making those that can see you feel a sense of unease at how psychotic you look “oh I will be.” It’s a promise made to yourself. This time you are catching him.

It doesn't take long for the competition to be whittled down to sixteen of you, and the whole time you’ve been watching Vash, finally seeing him shoot yourself, you have to whistle in appreciation. He’s an expert marksman. 

As he joins you in one of the tents set up for the final rounds to keep you out of the noon day sun you can’t keep your mouth shut “Well at least you do deserve the title of legendary gunman”

“Huh” he’s looking at you with one of those dumbfounded looks, like he’s clueless as to what you’re talking about. 

Annoyed you huff out at him “don’t think I didn’t see that shooting, or the way you disarmed that guy.”

A hand running through the back of his shave undercut, something you’re starting to realize is a nervous tick of his “I have no clue what youre talking about.” 

Bullshit, but for now you’re not going to call him out on it. Crossing your arms in front of you. “I get that playing dumb seems to be a theme, but I'm not that stupid.”

Frowning back at you and letting the carefree expression drop from his face before sighing “so why are you in a tournament and not bounty hunting?” 

“Nice deflection, but I'm low on cash, not that it should matter to you.” At the back of your mind, there’s a small voice whispering to you, asking why the hell you’re even sharing this information with someone you plan to catch and turn in. “Why are you in it?” If the two of you are going to talk then you might as well see what kind of information you can get out of him. 

He’s silent for a few moments, both of you watching the next two competitors fire and you don’t miss the slightest change in the bullet's trajectory that happened as Vash seemed to toss the smallest of pebbles. “There’s a family that needs help keeping their bills paid up. They..” Turning to give him your undivided attention you can see the sadness on his face, like he’s carrying the weight of the weight of the world on his shoulders. A swallow and he continues speaking “They lost a family member and it’s been hard dealing with keeping themselves from going into debt.”

A short snort from you, shaking your head trying to hide the wistful smile on your face, what a sap. “Who’d have thought you were such a softie.”

“Very funny.” Both of you are silent for a while, watching another round of competitors take the starting point and walking away from one another before turning and firing. “Why haven’t you said anything about who I am?” 

His voice was so low, you’d almost missed it. Glancing at him to see him looking down at the ground in front him. “Why would I?” His head pops up to look at you, eyes hard and narrowed. “People are terrified at the mention of your name. And a lot of these other competitors are either outlaws or other bounty hunters.” You shrug your shoulders, all of this making sense to you, and from what you’d seen of him you thought he would have come to the same conclusion. “I don’t see a reason to cause a blind panic.”

The look he’s giving you reminds you of when someone is giving an object a second look, like they’ve gone back and realized they missed something critical the first time. “I guess that’s a good enough reason.”

One of the officials is calling out for Mr. Smith to join the line, both of you freezing when you remember it’s the name Vash is going by. Standing and dusting his knees off, “Sorry to cut the conversation short.”

This time as you watch him fire, you’re certain of it. A smallest flick of his fingers and the bullet that was aimed for his center of mass veered off missing him, while his own hit the barrel of his opponent sending the handgun flying. 

You hadn’t expected to have Vash rejoin you under the shaded cover, he could have gone to one of the other tents and as he takes a seat you call him out on it. “Alright now I'm really curious” Keeping your voice low, knowing just outside the tent is a throng of people. “How’d you change the bullet trajectory? I thought I saw it a few times but now I'm certain it was you.” 

This time he’s the one shrugging his shoulders, taking a sip from his water canteen before answering you. “I don’t like seeing people die.” Well that’s not an answer, or something you’d expect from a man with a bounty like his to say.

“That's not what I asked” 

 A smirk firmly on his face as he looks at you, eyes full of mischief which for some reason just pisses you off more. “And I’m choosing to change the subject. Wanna tell me why you don’t kill people either?” 

You hadn’t expected him to turn it around on you, once again ignoring that little voice in the back of your head. Snorting before answering. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s not my first choice. I will kill if it comes down to my survival over anothers. But why cut a life short if I don’t need to?” A very different outlook then the one you carried as a young adult, but hey, lessons learned. 

It’s silent for a while again between the two of you, and you think it’s the end of your conversations. When Vash next speaks you feel the hackles along the back of your neck raise. 

“Is that why you told Gasback people can’t rob a ghost?” Voice soft and wistful, like there’s a piece of the puzzle he’s been trying to figure out.

That question leaves you pissy rolling your eyes and crossing your arms once more, looking down at the sand and kicking a pebble away. “That’s not what I said. Why does that story keep growing and changing?” You take a long inhale, trying to calm yourself. Gasback. It always seems to be the question most people have, how they view you on this planet and it pisses you off. The start of this entire stupid nickname. “He said he was gonna rob me of my life if we met again. I told him you can’t rob from the dead once they’re killed. He’s supposed to be some kind of robber that gets off on bigger and bigger robberies. If you kill people, you can’t rob them a second time. Wouldn’t that make it more challenging to see if you can overcome them a second time?” 

You’ve spit out the words like venom, honestly what kind of screwed up logic did he have, you can’t steal a life by ending it. His entire attitude had left you reeling after you’d turned him over. Missing the look Vash is sending you, like you’re far more aware then he thought at first glance, thinking back to Jeneora Rock and the bar.

“That’s an odd outlook” turning to look at him, you want to smack that grin off his face.

“Am I wrong?” It comes out more like a hiss, thinking he’s just making fun of you. A reason you try to not travel with people for too long. Well. A much smaller reason then the main point. 

Laughing lightly, still grinning at you “no you’re not. You’re one strange lady, you know that?” 

“Sure do.” This time the officials are calling you to the starting line and Vash is looking at you with an eyebrow raised.

“You hate the nickname but you use it in a competition?” You shrug walking backwards to look at him. 

“I’ll make use of the infamy if I need it.” 

As you take your own position, you know it won’t take long to win this round. Your opponent is a small-time outlaw, and you can see the shakes from iles away. One shot and he’s disarmed before he even had the chance to pull the trigger. After winning this round, the official near the board showing the final four names is calling for a short break. Based on the names, it’s going to be you and Vash in the final showdown. A part of you itching to see just who is better. It’s been a long time since you felt something like that, that competitive streak in you as you return to the same shaded tent. 

Vash is still sitting there fiddling with something in his pockets. “So, are you as good of a shot with the revolver as you are with your rifle?” 

His tone reminds you of the bar, and you smile, looking back it was easy to see why Rosa thought the two of you had been flirting. “I’m a good shot with everything.” 

“How boastful.”

This time it’s you grinning at the sarcasm lacing his words “it’s not when it’s the truth. Since we seem to be getting pretty buddy buddy here, wanna tell me if you actually deserve that bounty of yours or not?” It has been eating at you for a while now. 

Vash doesn’t seem to be a bad guy, and you’re wondering if his bounty is all because of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. You’ve seen that before, some people just have the misfortune of Lady Luck casting a terrible die their way. With the way he gets tangled up in trouble you could see the blame for the incidents being pinned on him. 

This time as you look at him, he’s wearing that sad smile again, the same one as earlier and for some reason it makes your heart clench. “I do.” His voice is so somber, like he’s just been told his entire family has been killed, eyes ardent on the sand in front of him. At the calling of his name, the break over you see something almost break before the smile is back in place. “I deserve it far more than you know.” 

Watching him walk away you find your eyes narrowing, the way he carries himself, for the first time seeing something you had missed. He walks like a man searching for penance, knowing he’ll never find it. Something you can relate to deep in your soul.  

Watching as Vash fires, winning once more you sigh, running your hand through your hair. This blond seems to be always throwing your conceptions about him out the window, it’s been awhile since someone has been holding your attention for this long trying to figure them out. A voice very different from the usual one at the back of your mind telling you there’s a reason for it, but as always, you smother and force that voice back down. 

Walking up to the field, and walking your steps, firing once more and winning. Now it’s just time to face Vash, and a part of you feels pretty giddy over it. A sense of nerves that has you shaking, feeling your heart rate jump and muscles twitch. 

Until you see one of the officials heading towards you. “Congratulations miss, Mr. Smith has dropped out. You’ve won.” 

“That sneaky son of a bitc-” just about every head in the main street is pointed towards you, and you pause. A light switch going off in your head, the restaurant owner, she was the one who lost a family member and Vash was in the tournament for her. A lead weight dropping in your stomach, knowing Vash has already bolted you move quickly. 

By the end of the day, every outlaw that had a bounty had been rounded up and turned over to the sheriffs’ office minus Vash. Wallet fat again and the prize money handed off to the restaurant owner, who knew of Vash and said he asked her to try and keep him working there a secret. 

Another enigma you need to figure out, wondering if maybe it was time to stop trying to catch the Humanoid Typhoon.

[sekhithefops]

Sekhi's Zombie Survival Guide for 7 Days to Die!

Step 1: Do the Tutorial!

It seems obvious, but its a damn good idea. When you first appear in the world of 7 Days to Die you'll start out with a few quests to get you to understand the systems. Even if you already know the gist, its best to do them anyways as doing them gives you FOUR skill points right from the word go, as well as some beginner gear.

Speaking of skill points...

Step 2: Whatcha Good At?

Are you a sharpshooter? A big burly brain-basher? A sneaky stealth-killer? A rigger who makes all sorts of crazy tools? In 7 Days to Die you have five stats that govern your abilities, and this is how they work.

Perception

How good you are at being observant and noticing details. The abilities you can get from this are how to make proper explosives, use a rifle, track animals, and find more loot and other treasures.

Two skills I highly recommend from this are Lucky Looter and Salvage Operations. Lucky Looter makes you more likely to find better loot overall and Salvage Operations gives you more resources from breaking down other things (which we'll go over later.)

Strength

How big, burly, and head-bashy you are! Strength is used for weapons like shotguns and clubs, and also for things like increasing how much you can carry without becoming encumbered as well as your ability to cook (gotta be able to take the heat in the kitchen!) Also heavier armor proficiency is measured via strength.

This also has the Miner 69'er and Mother Lode talents, which govern how fast you can cut down trees and mine metals and other precious materials, as well as how much you get from doing so. Very useful to all builds!

Fortitude

How beefy are you? Fortitude governs unarmed weapons like knuckledusters, as well as the use of machine guns. It also manages traits like Huntsman and Living off the Land which govern how much food you get from harvesting animals and plants respectively.

The big ones for any build are the Recovery Perks though: Healing Factor, Iron Gut, and Rule 1: Cardio. Healing Factor gives you health regeneration, Iron Gut makes you get hungry and thirsty slower, and Rule 1: Cardio makes your stamina regenerate faster.

Agility

Gottagofast! Agility is how fast you are, how good you can handle weapons like bows, handguns, and knives, and other things.

Light armor is governed by this stat, as are things like firing guns from the hip.

The big skill here for all builds is Parkour. It governs jumping ability, but also how far you can fall without getting injured. A fall from a height may not kill you in this game sometimes, but it can result in a broken leg! This, combined with a nearby zombie horde, will likely spell doom if you're not prepared (or very lucky.)

Intellect

SCIENCE!!! Intellect governs weapons like the shock baton, which can send enemies flying with a blast of electricity, as well as automated turrets and the creation thereof.

It also manages most crafting skills such as Advanced Engineering (workbench crafting for weapons, armor, etc,) Grease Monkey (making and maintaining vehicles,) and Physician (medicines and other remedies.)

The really useful one however is Better Barter, which lets you sell for more and buy for less from Traders (which we'll get into soon.)

Step 3: Home Sweet Hellhole

You can build your own bases in this game! You can... but its time consuming, takes a lot of resources, and will provide slow minimal protection.

Instead, take a lesson from the noble hermit crab and do what I did!

Find a good house in a suburban area, preferably near a city or shopping district with lots of good resources nearby.

Go inside the house and kill the everloving hell out of everything inside.

Punch a hole in the wall near the middle and put your land claim block (EXTREMELY IMPORTANT!) in there, thus generating a 'zombie no spawn here' field in all directions and claiming the house as your own!

(Insert your favorite joke about the American Housing Market here.)

Whats neat too is that you can use the Land Claim Block to show where the boundaries are for the safe zone it creates, thats how I know where to set up my defensive walls around the building.

You can toggle that on and off so you don't have giant neon green lines hanging around, but it can be useful for spotting your base at a distance as you get used to your new neighborhood.

Once you have it set up, just toss your bedroll on the ground in one of the rooms to mark a spawn point and get to building some defenses. Congrats, you are now surviving! Round of applause.

Step 4: The Post-Apocalypse Economy!

You're not the only survivor in the world. Trader Joel and his buddies have set up shop in every city in the world and will sell you all sorts of useful goodies if you have the coin.

The literal coin that is. Dollars are basically toilet paper in this world (literally sometimes) as the US Government collapsed when Joe Biden's infection progressed too far and he tried to eat the brain of one of his aides.

Funny enough it took the Secret Service about fifteen minutes to realize something was wrong, then another five to finish arguing over who was going to shoot him.

Instead, the post apocalypse uses Dukes, a casino token, as it's currency.

I recommend setting aside a spot in your base for stuff to sell to the traders. Anything you're not planning on using, mods that you have a lot of, medicines you don't want to bother with like steroids in my case, etc.

This is important as some stuff you can ONLY get from the traders! Early on you learn how to make a dew collector to gather drinkable water, but only the traders have the water filters you need to actually build the thing!

Speaking of water...

Step 5: Feed me! Feeeeeeeeeeeeed me!

Food is a concern in the post apocalypse. The local grocery stores ain't getting a resupply anytime soon and McDonald's is right out. You gotta learn how to cook buddy!

Cooking skills are governed by the Strength ability Master Chef and you can learn how to make everything from basic water and grilled beef up to hot coffee and fine tea along with meat stews and other wasteland delicacies. Infact, the better you eat the more health and stamina you have, so get cooking!

To cook you need some fuel (wood, paper, coal, etc) and the right tools. You slot the tools into place (see the upper right there) and it lets you craft the food if you know how. The tools are as follows:

Cooking Pot: Lets you boil murky water to make it safe, as well as making stews and other useful things.

Cooking Grill: Lets you grill meat, corn, and lots of other things. Tasty!

Measuring Cup: Lets you make things like glue from water and bones, and other useful but non-edible stuff.

Pick your foods, turn it on, and let it go and it'll grill you up a feast... but remember to turn it back off once you're done or else you're just wasting fuel... and something might notice the heat from the fire...

But of course to make dinner you need ingredients! Food can be hard to come by as I said above... but you have options. You can hunt animals such as rabbits, deer, chicken, and the like for meat. Kill one and take out a knife or other cutting tool, then butcher it into cuts of meat, cooking fat, and other useful things!

As for veggies you can raid ruined restaurants and storefronts, root through the ruins of people's kitchens, and the like... or you can just grow the stuff!

To grow you need two things: seeds and a farm plot. The farm plots are tricky as you need four things to make one:

Potassium Nitrate

Rotten Meat

Clay Soil

Wood

The Clay Soil and Wood are easy, just need a shovel and axe and a bit of wooded area. Five minutes of work and you're set.

As for the others... well potassium nitrate is something you can mine if you find large white deposits of it in the ground (they look like white crystals) but there is... another way...

Welcome to the Post-Apocalypse kids. Harvesting the bodies of those who didn't escape the zombie horde gets you potassium nitrate and rotten meat for fertilizing your new farm plots! Yummy!

Well, I'm sure the corn thinks they're yummy anyways.

But to make the seeds and food you need to know how to do it... and as for how that works...

Step 6: Read, or the Zombies Will Eat You

Books! There's two types of books in this world.

One time use trait books that give you a big bonus in one go, but you can only benefit from once, and magazines that you can use to learn tidbits of information that unlock tiers of knowledge for making... well... everything!

The magazines are the important ones, and I'll detail a few examples here:

Home Cooking Weekly: Yep, gotta know the recipe before you can make the pie! Reading this unlocks all sorts of cooking tricks. It starts simple with grilled corn and baked potatoes, but the more you read the more you unlock all the way up to things like homemade beer and pasta!

Forge Ahead: Be a Do-it-Yourself-er! This teaches you how to make things like the all important Dew Collector for gathering drinkable water, as well as forges, workbenches, and other things for making everything you need to survive.

Handgun Magazine: Do ya feel lucky, punk? Learn all about the crafting and maintenance of handguns from this book. Early issues give you the knowledge to make better scrap metal guns out of pipes and other found materials, moving up to crafting pistols, magnum revolvers, and even SMGs!

As for the other type of books, those all unlock one of several tiers of knowledge, each specific to a specific volume. But if you manage to unlock them all you get a special bonus for doing so! These include:

Batter up!: All you ever wanted to know about the Great American Pastime (or what was that before, yanno, zombies) Baseball! While this knowledge won't help you much with winning in the big leagues, it will let you know how to swing a baseball bat or club with devastating results for whoever is on the receiving end! Stuff like "Do 10% more damage with clubs," and "craft chain mods for bats and clubs to give them better knockdown chance" and the like. If you manage to find them all, you get a perk that makes power attacks give you back your stamina if they kill a zombie!

Wasteland Treasures: A series of handwritten notes by another survivor who endured after the bombs fell and the dead rose. These include tricks like how to harvest honey from trees when you chop them down (extremely useful for reasons we'll get into below,) find precious gems and jewelry in coffins, how to weave basic plant fibers into useable cloth, and the like. At the highest tier you learn how to harvest Military Fibers, which are used to create the strongest light armor in the game!

Whats more, if you stumble across a book you've already read the traders will pay good coin for them! Don't throw them out if you can avoid it, save 'em and sell 'em!

But now that you have knowledge its time to put it to use...

Step 7: I'm smelting! SMEEEEELTING!!!

Once you have some forge ahead magazines under your belt and in your noggin, you can make forges and workbenches! These are used to make, well, everything!

The forge works similar to the cooking fire, except that it has different tools. This one uses the following:

Advanced Bellows: Improves airflow in the forge to make resources smelt faster (see below.)

Anvil: You can hammer out iron and steel more efficiently! Crafting speed is faster!

Crucible: The pinnacle of blacksmithing tools. Allows the creation of advanced items such as steel bars and bulletproof glass, among others.

However, its not enough to have the raw materials, you need to smelt them into useable forms! How you do this is fill up the forge with fuel, put the items you want to smelt in the smelting slots, then just turn it on and... well... fuck off for a bit.

It'll convert them over time into useable raw materials, banking them in the forge itself, until it either runs out of fuel or materials.

Once you have them you can then convert them into iron bars, nails, glass, and all sorts of useful things.

From there, the workbench comes into play:

The workbench is where you make basically everything, from repair kits to weapons to armor to decorations. The works. Once you have one of these the game really opens up.

All you need is the component parts in your inventory and to tell the workbench to get working. Then in a few minutes, boom, new toys.

A new feature in Alpha 21 that I really like a lot is being able to track recipes too! Select a thing you wanna make and press A on the keyboard and the game keeps a running inventory of whats left to craft it. Super useful!

But now one of the best things to use that workbench for...

Step 8: Have Wrench, Will Travel

Making vehicles! 7 Days to Die has vehicles in it and they are vital to late game and extremely useful at any time. Each vehicle improves your mobility of course, but they also have the benefit of additional storage letting you make longer and longer treks out into the post-apocalyptic ruins!

There's five of them, and I'll detail them here.

Bicycles: The basic vehicle, a standard push bicycle with a little basket for storing goodies you find in ruins. A nice bonus, but going fast in it still drains your stamina and it can't hold much.

Minibike: A little scooter that uses gasoline instead of your legs to go and has more storage, but its fairly fragile and isn't that much faster. Faster than most zombies though so yay there.

Motorcycle: NOW we're hitting the road! The motorcycle is much faster and can hold quite a bit more, and whats more... once you have this vehicle or the next one you no longer need to be afraid of zombies on the roads... THE ZOMBIES NEED TO BE AFRAID OF YOU!!! Ramming into a zombie on a motorcycle at top speed will damage the bike, but it will do TREMENDOUS damage to the zombie, usually killing it outright! Still, you will want to keep some repair kits handy if you plan on making roadkill of the undead horde.

4x4 Truck: Its mah gahtdang truck Bobby! The pinnacle of land-based transport, the truck is a tank. Its a huge jeep with a ton of storage space and good armor that can travel great distances... but takes a lot of fuel to run.

Gyrocopter: Wendy I can fly! ... but not very well. I'll admit I haven't used one of these in a long time, several patch cycles ago, but when I tried it the thing flew like a drunk housefly. Can't recommend, stick with the truck.

The thing is, everything beyond the bike takes gasoline... and that's a resource you'll want a LOT of if you plan on driving much. So I'm sure you and Max Rockatansky want to know how to get their hands on as much as you can... well, there's three ways.

Refine Oil Shale

This one isn't an option until very late in the game as you'll need a chemistry workbench to make it and those take a while to unlock, but inside desert biomes you'll sometimes see these rainbow-colored rocks. This is oil shale and with a modicum of work with a pickaxe or other mining tool you'll have gas for days once you refine it. Find a good mine for this and you're set for the long haul.

Early on however you have two options:

Go to the Gas Station

Yeah its obvious, but its obvious because it works! Ruined gas pumps can be salvaged for gasoline, and intact ones you can just take gas from. Sometimes they'll have barrels of the stuff laying around or in storage areas too. Also keep an eye out for factories with the "Pass-n-Gas" sign, those are oil refineries. Those have LOTS.

But one other benefit to gas stations is what else is there...

Salvage Wrecked Cars

The cars! Their loss is your gain! Break down the cars to harvest all sorts of useful components such as scrap metal, plastics, mechanical parts, and of course whats left in their own gas tanks! Any car can be salvaged in this way, from family sedans all the way up to construction vehicles and big rig trucks... however...

Beware Police Cruisers!

And not for the usual reasons. These things are abandoned now, but are always locked. Thing is, they have a higher chance of REALLY GOOD loot! This one pictured had two hundred 9mm bullets inside (used for protecting our freedoms I'm sure.) You can pick the lock on them to get inside, but if you don't have the lockpicks or aren't confident you can get in without running out you can just salvage the car with a wrench to break the lock open... however...

Police Cruisers Have Car Alarms!!!

Whats rule number one of any zombie apocalypse kids? Thats right: NO LOUD NOISES!

Breaking into a cop cruiser without picking the lock will set off the car alarm, and this will often spawn several VERY strong zombies nearby! This mob was a bunch of nasty ones, including a cop zombie (think it was his car?) that I then had to fight off before I could loot the car and make my escape.

So yeah, you can loot cop cars, but you better be damn ready when you do... or else.

Which brings us nicely into our next item on the agenda...

Step 9: OH FUCK! ZOMBIES!

The zombies! The walking dead! Those who hunger for your brains, and perhaps any other choice morsels, they're not picky eaters.

The zombies come in several varieties, and I'll detail the nastier ones below.

Feral Zombies: These zombies look like normal ones, but their eyes glow and they move faster. They also hit harder and have more health. Its hard to spot them at first since they otherwise look the same, but if you see one its best to kill it fast.

Radioactive Zombies: Its a bit chicken-and-egg as to whether the bombs dropping caused the zombie apocalypse or the zombie apocalypse was why they bombed the cities in the hopes of containing it... but even nuclear fallout just makes them stronger. These zombies are like ferals, except that they also regenerate health at an alarming rate! You can just sustain fire to outpace their regeneration or, if you have it, install the Rad Remover Mod on a weapon to give it the power to negate this ability for a short time.

Fat Zombies: These zombies are... well... fat. They're very very tanky is all. They can take a lot of punishment before dying, but otherwise are no different from normal zombies.

Biker/Lumberjack Zombies: These zombies are both tanky and VERY strong. They were big burly bastards in life and that carries over into undeath. Not only can they take more damage, they can dish it out too!

Police Zombies: Fuck the police, especially so here. These guys are like the boomer and spitter from Left 4 Dead had a nightmare baby and it went into law enforcement. They can spew a blast of highly caustic acid at their enemies, but the nasty part is when they get low on health they'll try to charge you and explode! This explosion will do tremendous damage and can be instantly fatal at low levels! It may be wiser to run away if you're just starting out.

Spider Zombies: These zombies are easily spotted by their penchant for running on all fours, the exposed bones, the heavily mutated face, and their habit of making loud squeals and clicking sounds. They're faster than other zombies, but their main threat is they can JUMP! These things can leap over barricades with ease and get into your base!

Soldier Zombies: In life these zombies served the US Armed Forces, and in undeath they're one of the deadliest you can face. They're very VERY strong, a result of military training honing their bodies no doubt, and they wear military issue body armor! They take a lot to take down!

Screamer Zombies: These ones are different. They're always female and have heavily mutated mouths and necks, huge fangs too. They don't normally show up on their own, but are attracted to 'heat.' That is to say, the heat generated by cooking fires, forges, and torches and other light sources. They'll spawn near your base once you've caused enough heat and when they spot you... they scream. Loudly. Again, rule number one of zombie apocalypse: NO LOUD NOISES! Their screams summon OTHER zombies! Kill them fast or else you'll be facing a horde!

Lastly...

Zombified Animals: Its not just humans that rose from the dead! Animals became zombies as well and they're even more dangerous sometimes! There's three main varieties that I'll list below:

Zombie Dogs: I call them "Hellhounds" and they're easy to spot as you'll always hear them growling and barking before you see them. That being said, they're fast and VERY dangerous! Their teeth can shred armor and flesh with ease and they attack quick! If you have a gun, use it! Its best they go down before they can get close!

Zombified Birds: Carrion Birds in the most literal sense, they can still fly and they can come from above so they can reach you before you see them... but they're also very fragile. One good hit from a melee weapon or a clean shot from a gun sorts them out.

Zombified Bears: Fuck just run. The zombie bears are among the deadliest enemies in the game. Unless you're well geared and really confident its best to just get the hell away as fast as you can.

... but what about when you can't?

Step 10: The Zombies Got Me! ... now what?

Sometimes you just can't get away fast enough and the zombies will get you. They'll claw, they'll bite, they'll tear, and they'll do some damage! In this game there's several status effects that can do some severe harm to you, and I'll list the major ones here and how to remedy them.

Bleeding: You took a bad claw from a zombie's rotting fingernails and now you're gushing blood from the wound! You'll lose health every second and your screen will go grey as your body tries to process the pain. Any bandage will remove this status happily, so its easily remedied.

Lacerations: OH SHIT! That zombie got you DEEP! You're bleeding BAD! This status reduces your maximum health and makes it so if you get Bleeding it has an increased critical hit chance! This one isn't an easy fix though. You gotta stitch the wound shut! A sewing kit will do it, or a First Aid Kit (which has a sewing kit in it.)

Broken Arm: You took a really bad smack from a zombie and your arm is broken! Your attacks are slower and attacking with guns can actually hurt you now (that recoil is no joke!) You can use a splint or a cast to make it heal faster... but it won't heal it immediately, just faster. If you're not careful it'll re-break!

Broken Leg: Like above, but its the lower half! Perhaps a zombie got you in the leg, perhaps you took a tumble off what was once someone's rooftop, either way your leg shouldn't bend like that. Walking speed is slowed greatly and running or jumping can harm you... but a cast or splint will do the same for it as the broken arm.

Sprained Leg/Arm: They got you... but not as bad as it could be. It hurts, but you've had worse. This is the same as the Broken Arm/Leg but less severe and heals faster, however if you're not careful it can become a full on break! A sprain can't be healed by any tools you can make. All you can do is wait it out.

Concussion: BONK! You took a bad blow to the head and you're seeing stars! All your stats are lowered by one and you'll occasionally suffer bouts of dizziness where ALL speeds drop dramatically! This can be annoying in your base, but life-threatening in a fight! Painkillers will immediately remedy this however.

Dysentery: Look, I get it. Its the post-apocalypse, Wal-mart is closed forever, and you were starving... but that meat was so far past the sell by date it was starting to move. You ate something you shouldn't have and now you've got nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, the works. You become hungry and thirsty faster as your body tries to purge the foul thing you ate. Taking herbal antibiotics, drinking goldenrod tea, or drinking pure mineral water will help.

Fatigued: You're just worn right the fuck out. Good nutrition and rest are hard to find in the post-apocalypse and your body is worn down. All enemies do more damage to you because you just don't have the energy to mount a proper defense! If you manage to get some vitamins in you it'll sort it out though.

And then, the biggest one.

Infection: The Zombie Plague

You done got bit. The zombies got you and the sickness is inside your blood. Through some genetic quirk you're resistant to it, but thats all. Resistant. It won't turn you into one of them immediately, but its a nasty one regardless.

The infection is bacterial and comes in four stages. To remedy it you can use the following medicines:

Stage 1: Honey or any antibiotics. Honey is a natural antibiotic and at this stage the infection is relatively minor. Honey can be found in most kitchens, or by harvesting trees if you have the right perk.

Stage 2: Herbal or regular antibiotics. At this stage honey isn't good enough, you need medicines. Proper ones are best, but homemade will do in a pinch. You'll mostly find these in kitchens or bathrooms, or at ruined pharmacies.

Stage 3: Pharmacy Grade Antibiotics. Only the best will do at this point. If it gets any further you're doomed. These will likely be in either ruined pharmacies or abandoned hospitals.

As for the infection itself...

Stage 1: The infection is minor. You feel a bit gross but can cope otherwise. No major detrimental effects at this point. The infection will slowly get worse though, and attacks from zombies can speed it along! After an hour or if it progresses past 14% it advances to Stage 2.

Stage 2: The infection has gotten worse. You're starting to feel really sick and get tired easier. In game terms, your stamina regeneration is reduced. Lasts for three hours or until it reaches 57%, then progresses to Stage 3.

Stage 3: You're in serious danger and need medical aid immediately. The sickness has spread and is beginning to affect your brain. All stats are reduced and your stamina regeneration drops even more. You have three hours to find help, or until the infection reaches 100%. At this point the Infection reaches Stage 4.

Stage 4: Welcome to the Zombie Horde. You immediately drop dead on the spot and, presumably, will rise eventually as one of the undead.

Its important to note that treating the infection with medicines won't cure it IMMEDIATELY, it just makes the counter go the other direction. Instead of the percentage going up, it goes down. The duration is the same. Honey reduces it by 5%, Herbal Antibiotics by 10%, and Antibiotics by 25%. Once it hits that, it starts going up again, so be sure to have spare doses handy! Whats more, further attacks from zombies can re-infect you and make it start progressing once more!

But yes, thats the gist of 7 Days to Die. For a game thats been in alpha for years its surprisingly complex and a hell of a lot of fun, and I look forward to seeing what the devs pull off in the future.

[woolfpuppy]

Today I was creating a contact in my phone for my cousin* Jacob. To make sure it saved I looked up ‘Jake’.

Jake Skar

popped up. Friend from high school, my prom date. Playful, relentlessly sarcastic. drug dealer.

During senior year I invited him to family Christmas, because we always had 40 relatives over, and misfits, and lots of everything. He got me a ruby and diamond necklace. Because ruby is my birthstone, and he had a crush on me. I didn’t know how to respond (not gracefully). I still wear this necklace and think of him.

We kept in touch while he stayed in our hometown and I went to college (and later moved to Chicago.) When I’d be home we’d go for a gin and tonic in awful bars that reeked of smoke, 20 years after the indoor ban.

And then one day- I heard he’d died. I heard he went on a binge and was in the hospital. At 26, he was told he needed to stop drinking. his liver was so abused that if he went on another binge he would die. Five days later he went on a binge and died. My townie friends said it was intentional. He wanted to go.

So I click his name in my contacts, and our text chain from a decade ago pops up.

it’s so cringey. I’m so cringey. and, it brings him back, a little. reading those texts to me he’s dead and alive.

He’s 23, and wishing me a happy birthday and calling me ‘dearest’. we’re figuring out the logistics of meeting for a drink. I’m tired after work and flake, and then later redeem myself and ask him out.

In high school, I was in his phone as ‘Mom’. I don’t know how his actual mom was in his phone, although I remember the guys making fun of it sometime. I don’t know why I was in his phone that way. I would ask how he was, and tell him to drink less, and stop selling coke. He said selling coke was fine because it was better than meth, which his dad was in prison for. I told him it was scary that he had a handgun in his glove compartment- and maybe criminal. He would come over after school and I’d take leftovers out of the fridge- that my mom had made- and put them in the microwave. My life was so normal and pedestrian, and he hung out with me anyway. I wasn’t cool, I didn’t throw or go to parties.

I’m sure I invited him to church, and I don’t think he ever came.

How do I feel about him? I don’t know. I’m not sad he’s dead. I’m ambivalent about it I guess. As a 35 year old I get why he hung out with me. I get why he had a crush on me. But I never could have helped him how he needed. He needed so much care and love (we all do). He needed attention and to be told

“Don’t sell drugs, there are other options! Here are the other options and I’ll help you look at them. Here’s stability. Here’s boundaries. Here’s self worth and assurance. Here’s family to help you and hang out with.”

*not at all related to this small meditation on death and aging and technology but let the reader know I am the type of person who has a lot of ‘real cousins’, and I also call everyone who married in a cousin or their kids and siblings or my cousin’s cousins and feel strongly that this is a good step toward peace and love on planet earth.

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This meditation is about cousins I guess.

Last night I was at dinner with my cousins- I think there were twelve of us. Cousins and their partners, siblings, and kids. And after we had dinner, everyone got a notecard and pen. It was a little game. Answer these six questions and we’ll mix them up and guess who wrote what. Here are the questions: When you’re having a bad day what do you most want in a care package?

Sweet Treat

Salty Treat

Fast Food Fav

Gift Card Preference

Desired Amount of Social Interaction (when the package is delivered)

Act of Service

And now we all know, for each other, what is the best stuff to give for each other when having a bad day. Can you imagine having that type of support? That type of community? To know that your family wants to actively take care of you?

I imagine if Jake had that support. If he had that community.

The next morning the group chat was what you’d think- thanking the hosts for dinner and merriment. We all had a great time; we’re planning dates for the next dinner. The cousin who hosted has a two year old, and during the dinner she was in the mix- getting thrown in the air and buried in pillows, and reading books. When she woke up this morning she asked ‘Wo ist meine Familie?’ (Where is my family?) Because when she went to bed we were all still there. Which, really struck me. It’s so beautiful she wants to know where we are. That we’re part of her family. Her two year old network.

So this morning when I’m adding another cousin to my phone, my dead friend comes back to me. Jake. And, I don’t know. This sorrow is on me.

The circumstances. The arbitrary nature of this. My friend longed for family- for someone to care. I have that- not through much work of my own. Why didn’t he?

Why didn’t he have that?

Why didn’t he have that?

[majimemegoro]

answering this yakuza OC ask for kadokura

How would your character react to one of the canonical protagonists stepping in to protect them? hed probably be amused by it like ooooh looky here, we got a extra special fighter OwO !! he might be annoyed by some specific people though

How does your character react when they see a fight starting in the street? Do they intervene? Cheer on the side? Join in? depends on what hes doing, if hes in a rush or otherwise occupied hed probably be annoyed and try to pass on by. but if one of the fighters piques his interest hed certainly stay and watch if he has nothing better to do.

Does your character fight? Under what circumstances? What sort of fighting style do they use? he doesnt seek out fights so he doesnt get in them that often, but he has legit combat training and a no-nonsense style that’s quite methodical and brutal and he uses like a bowie knife. hes also a gun expert; no good as a sniper bc his vision isn’t great, but he almost always has a handgun on him and hes legit a quickdraw and very good aim at close range.

Could your character win a fight against any of the canonical protagonists? Which one(s)? he might give them a good run for their money if he had his weapons, but he would always always lose in the end. but hes EXCELLENT with cutscene bullets :)

If your character got to be a protagonist or main character in a canonical game, what city would the story be set in? Sapporo.

If your character got to be a protagonist or main character in a canonical game, when would the story be set? id LOVE to see the late 70s prequel game!!

What would your character be like if they appeared in Ishin (or Kenzan)? oooh ooh well he could be affiliated with Izo or something !! i forget the details but yeah hed probably be like a two-timing government guy whos involved with assassins OOOH and also hed be secretly working with andre richardson or something !! historical andre richardson I forget his name. dag i really wanna draw Ishin! Kadokura now.

What would your character be like if they appeared in Dead Souls, or a Dead Souls spinoff? hed be fascinated and go ham for awhile and then hed get killed and then hed be an epic monster zombie boss fight. probably deserved it bc i bet he was invovled somehow with the people who caused the outbreak.

If your character’s only canonical role was to appear in one substory, what would that substory be? i answered that here!

Previous question, but make the substory wackier !!! same as previous

What’s your character’s favourite canonical restaurant? Which canonical restaurant do they eat at most often? Which canonical restaurant is their least favourite? i forget the restaurants in tsukimino :((( but when he visits Sotenbori he definitely loves the Crab place!! as for least favorite.. idk, hes not that picky

What is your character most likely to purchase at the pawn shop? what are they most likely to pawn off? would buy novelty weapons if he found something unique. probably doesnt bother to sell stuff, hed just throw it away or give it to someone for free.

What sort of canon gear would your character equip? idk. gun.

What does/would your character like to do on a night out in Kamurocho? drink. go to clubs and bars and dance.

Your character finds themselves snowed in at the mountain village from y5. What do they do? well first off best hope that he doesnt see mr okudera bc that would be a Whole Thing. if theres no one he knows there i guess he might be a bit sulky at first, but could genuinely enjoy the challenges of hunting etc. Although i guess he KNEW this is the village near where sato died so that would be looming over him and might make him a bit depressed.

Would your character sing karaoke? If they had to sing one of the canonical karaoke songs, which would they choose? hmmmm i think he would sing as long as he isnt in a bad mood. as for the song, idk i could see him doing a mean rendition of baka mitai ?? he WOULDNT be sincere with it though, hed like be smiling the whole time and just kinda ham it up.

Would your character be good at disco dancing? yes. hes definitely a good dancer, maybe not a pro at disco specifically but hed definitely be good.

Which canon character would/does your character get along best with? Why? uhhhhhhhh sagawa and andre richardson because theyre all freaks with no morals

Which canon character is/would be your character’s worst enemy? sato if kadokura found out he was alive. also like.. anyone with morals idk. saejima and kiryu woud hate his guts if they knew anything about him.

What random bit-character would your character be buds with? koga!!!!! headcanon that koga got his start as an intern with kadokura’s company Rachi Heavy Industries. if koga isnt niche enough, i think kadokura might get along with some purgatory people in the 80s.

Your character sees Majima being mean to Nishida. What would they do? kadokura is actually very nice and respectful to all his own employees & staff, but he understands that other bosses have different approaches. at most hed glance over and raise an eyebrow and be like ‘huh they sure dont go easy in the majima family do they’

What’s the most important canonical event your character witnesses/is involved with? his company developed the rubber bullets.

What sort of weird stuff you pick up off the ground is your character most excited to find? he brobly wouldnt pick stuff up off the ground

What would happen if your character met ono michio? hed be like ‘wow a weird mascot’. he wouldnt really care

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Wtnv quick rundown - 103 - Ash Beach

Ya know, I think I'm getting really good at doing this, just trimming it to the nice little info bits instead of doing an episode play-by-play like when I started. Sometimes I look back over the other ones I've done and remember all kinds of stuff that gets lost in an episode or that I've just forgotten. Isn't that neat?

We make money the old fashioned way: we chemically convert lead into gold. Welcome to Night Vale.

Ash Beach, the titular place, is a beach that was made in the 1950's out of all the burned books in NV. It is now being reopened with a refurbished boardwalk.

The ash is burning hot and sticks/stains the skin of those who touch it. There are thin-armed humanoid figures with gaping mouths, round glowing eyes filled with square teeth emerging from the ash. They made faint crunching and clicking sounds and shimmer in and out of visibility.

NV citizens Amber Akinyi and Wilson Levy are celebrating their first wedding anniversary at the beach. Seeing the figures causes them both to vividly relive members of times and people they've never actually experienced or known.

Other people that the figures cause to experience false memories include: Frances Donaldson, Tristan Cortez and John Peters (you know, the farmer?)

A huge wave comes out of literally nowhere (this being a desert and all) and washes away all the beach goers things and several beach goers. The old well appears, sucking the water into itself and then disappearing again.

Simone Rigadeau has also been left with a memory. A memory of the world ending in 1983 due to a missile strike. She of course already knew this, but didn't remember it until now. She recalls watching Tim and Trinh on the news reporting it, followed by the image of Huntokar appearing. Simone says that Huntokar is responsible for 'this' and that she (Huntokar) is the destroyer.

Weather: "Faded" by P.O.S

Dark Owl records will be having a signing of Stevie Ray Vaughn's newest album, Beyonce, a cover of Leonard Cohen's best hits where he reads each chord out loud. He doesn't know how he got there and can't hold tangible objects.

There will be a Gun show at the rec centre, first 500 people to buy a ticket will have their government-implanted tracking chips surgically removed for free. 'Gun dealers from all over the United States will be at the show selling handguns and hunting rifles, and telling fantastical stories about a mythical government that would try even in the slightest to regulate gun ownership.'

Hadassah McDaniels and the rest of the dragons seem to have disappeared and witnesses report that they may have been talking to the Distant Prince.

Cecil and Carlos visit Josie on her death bed and Cecil openly acknowledges angels for the first time.

Whatever our truth, Night Vale, you can feel your body, hear my voice, see the sunlight through dissipating ash clouds. I do not know if we are real, but we are alive. We are tangible, feeling, and whole. Stay tuned next for the sound of something trying to dig its way out of your chest.

Proverb: If you're not wearing a denim vest, then this conversation is over.

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