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[aipurjopa]

spoke cookie… bro probably has tea with the witches every weekend

[lifeofclonewars]

Me, writing Cody's POV at 2:30 am: oh my goodness he's a morning person

[freakinator]

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[ezeetester]

This video is a part of my channel Linux for newbies. Come , take a look/

[lordsheep99]

Linux Comandos Básicos de Consola / Terminal

Comandos Básicos Linux Me han preguntado infinidad de veces como hacer esto o lo otro en linux, y al decir “abres la consola y….” se han echado a atras con miedo. Este miedo, es infundado, ya que la consola o terminal en linux es nuestra amiga 🙂 Un poco de historia La historia de la informática se remonta a una época en la que la interacción con las computadoras se realizaba exclusivamente a…

[ladybyakuya]

| RIGHT SIDE OF MY NECK + bofurin : umemiya hajime, suo hayato, ren kaji,mitsuki kiryu.

+cw. — f!reader, ex!boyfriend headcanons + scenarios, break up blues and yearning, smut, s&d + s&m dynamics, or@ls, ,slight [ex]hibitionism, /m.dni/

+wc. —2k+

+syn.— maybe the flames never really died; to welcome new beginnings and perhaps, it is better to get burnt in those familiar flames rather than foreign ones. 

+notes. — first time writing for everyone except ume yay! | redirect to blog navigation. 

⁠✧ umemiya hajime !

Umemiya, your ex-boyfriend is sitting beside you with a beer cup in his hand which is almost emptied. You sip and stare at the crowd trying to find someone you know but a familiar voice makes you stop breathing. It is not the voice that sucks your mind  into that corner of the sofa where you were seated but the set of words that ringed in your ear.  “Fuck, I’m so attracted to you right now.” You can feel it. He is staring at you, perhaps swirling his beer cup lazily before emptying it, hands jittery, eyes lidded with longing, lust. . .love perhaps yet you have not been able to turn your head in his direction and you know, the moment you look at him Umemiya will find a way back to you. Ah!How many times has it been? Fifth? Tenth? You might have lost the count but Umemiya hasn’t. He remembers each and every instance that had made you walk away from him. It’s his fault, really! You are not to blame.Umemiya’s heart leaps with joy seeing you still, unable to take in another breath in. He lets out a chuckle.

“No.” You nod as you speak, “We’re not doing this again.”  You say with so much strength in your voice and Umemiya can not laugh it off. He gulps, keeping the beer cup on the table, keeping his hands on his knees, fingers enclassing with each other as you wait for some sort of response. Then, he looks at you eyes so heavy with longing and loneliness that reaches your melting point. 

“Right. We can’t.” He takes the last sip of his beer. “Not here.” Another wry chuckle follows that makes you get up and walk away from him but you do not join the crowd but rather go into one of the secluded rooms, gracing a pained gaze at him before stepping into the room and leaving the door open behind you. Umemiya follows right after locking the door behind him and waits. It’s frustrating how well he knows you, and that you are playing games, falling into his trap deeper and deeper every time. But unlike other times, he does not initiate things with you; rather it is you who kneels in front of him as he slowly caresses your cheeks, and touches your lips roughly but as you try to suckle on his fingers he deprives you of his touch that you have been longing at lonely nights like this but move down along your chest pulling up your top to tuck it on the upper lining of your breasts that are covered with a red lacy bra and he can bet anything that you are wearing a matching set. His fingers roam along the lining of your bra but he does not touch you where you want. while his other hand works on his belt to take his cock out. 

“Suck,” he commands and you obey like a good little pet that you are, always have been.

⁠✧ suo hayato !

        “No! I’m not doing this to myself again.” You tartly speak jerking your head away from Suo’s direction as you find his gaze lingering on you more than it should. You say that being unaware of your position. It’s funny. How do you have no clue what is going on around you? Suo has you currently seated on his lap in a different room secluded from the loudness. The door of the room is parted slightly since you insisted him so that you can see if anyone’s coming or not but you are too drunk to notice. Suo lets out a soft chuckle. It’s funny really. This is the third time you have tried to empty the soju can yet again. Every time Suo fills it with a little bit of water so that you sober up little by little. He would take you home, tuck you in bed, guard you in your vulnerable state treat you as if you were as soft as morning dew but why did it have to be like this instead? You and him are apart, living separately. At the same time, it pains him to see how you would surrender to the point of ruin just to get Suo’s attention, just to get him back. The cushioned chair is large enough to have Suo spread his legs comfortably as you occupy his lap. He tilts his head, chin resting on his hand as he watches you fondly. If only . . . 

His gaze trails down a little bit ceasing at the advent of your cleavage. He looks away rather than fixing it because that might make you hostile. You are not easy to handle when you are drunk but he can take care of so easily. It’s a shame that you won’t let him. As Suo was drawing in your thoughts gazing at you, eyelids falling frequently trying his best to keep up with you but the next time his eyelids gave up, he felt a pair of lips on his while a hand on his chest. Ah! Finally. It does not take much for Suo to reciprocate your advances and he proceeds like pouring oil in a blazing fire. As you keep burying your lips into him, he shifts in his position little by little, and suddenly he has you seated on that soft, lips apart from yours yet a string of saliva connecting both of your mouths. He loves the look on your face. You’re angry not at him but at yourself for being unable to contain yourself inside the boundaries. You let your desires spill and you can never blame your ex-boyfriend but he is the master of how you are acting right now.

Suo fixes your dress and inclines to kiss you again but you pull away. This is so nostalgic. He remembers how this is his easiest tactic to get you sobered up and it seems that you have sobered up quite a bit. He still inclines towards you whispering into your ears, “Why act so coy when we both know you’ll be back for more?”

⁠✧ ren kaji !

Kaji’s headphones are peacefully resting on his shoulders. He showed up early in the party in the name of helping you but truly it was just to be around you, follow you as you work in the kitchen or just to see you working in the house. He had missed it so much, the sound that comes when you are around which is enough that he did not have to put his headphones up. The clanking of bracelets with the utensils, the low hum you do when you get too engrossed in work, the sound of your footsteps, the sound of your breathing— he had missed everything so intently that it makes him so dull these days. Even Hiragi-san complimented how you were the goodness of Kaji’s life.

You take a bowl of chips and walk towards the main table but your feet slip making you lose balance Kaji catches you preventing any serious injury from happening to you. The chips are scattered all over the floor while you are tilted as Kaji keeps you in place by grabbing onto your hand. He feels you slipping from his grip so pulls you towards himself and then as you can take a firm stand on the ground you feel his hand still lingering on your waist.

“Kaji, I’m okay. You can let go of me now.” You are assured but all you hear is a grunt followed by tightening his grip on you. You let out an exasperated sign not even letting your arms encapsulate him trying to hold back the urge, but he doesn’t mind. You can inhale his familiar candy-like smell. Before you end up making a mistake you repeat, this time firmly enough to get a response. “Let me go.”

Kaji’s hand is now on your upper arms, eyes fixated on you as he softly states, “You know I can’t seem to think straight around you.” 

“Oh my god! Stop.” You try to swat away his hands but how could you forget how strong he is? The fact that he is not wearing his headphones makes it harder for you to let go. You look away to avoid his melting gaze but a moment later you fill his lips on the nook of your neck and then his teeth. You can not seem to do anything but take it all in because the moment his lips touched your skin it felt like a rotten knot being unfurled. Your hand skims through his hair that makes Kaji push you up against the wall, lips going down until he has one of your tits out of your loose t-shirts. Ah! fuck. It’s so over for you. Kaji looks at you as his tongue sticks out at first, licking your nipple and then his lips wrapping around the protruded nipple making you suck in a hard breath. The impact of longing and not touching each other for so long that it feels limitless making you skid against the wall and both of you are now on the ground: Kaji sucking your tits as your free hand goes in between your legs.

✧ mitsuki kiryu ! 

Mitsuki has been stealing glances in your way for a while now. He is sitting far from you but you can feel his gaze as if he is stripping you naked from close quarters. There are others and he is more or less chatting with them unlike other times when he would be busy gaming, all the time not that you minded, and it was never the reason for your break up with him. His friends left to get a refill but he did not. He decided to stay sober. Kiryu still has not changed his position from in front of you to your side even though he can but he keeps looking at you with all the want in his eyes that it becomes so hard for you not to notice. Besides, people are staring at him, then at you but you can not seem to leave your seat. You easily could but something is holding you back and you refuse to accept it is stemming from Kiryu, your ex-boyfriend.

Your feet finally listen to you as you walk past Kiryu. His lush green eyes never leave you once. “Stop looking at me.”  

“I can’t,” Kiryu confesses and it makes your world come to a halt. You shift your gaze from the ground upon him as he adds further, “And I don’t think you want me to either.” His palm is under his chin while his elbow rests on the cushion-like stretch of the sofa. He is so cocky. You try to leave but he pulls you towards him making you fall right on his lap. The over-curious crowd, although small still makes you drown in embarrassment as they “haww!” in unison. It almost makes you cry. You feel like you won’t be able to leave his lap for the rest of the night or maybe him for the rest of his life. You would not have minded this if it happened just two months ago because it was he who posed the idea of a break-up. It was all him. You never intended to let this happen but you were just getting a good start about moving on. It was so nice, comforting, and uplifting and then Kiryu comes crashing down like a calamity on you. It really makes you cry.

“I hate you.” You say while stifling a cry, looking at him, still seated on his lap. Unable to contain the pang in you anymore you bury your face in the nook of his shoulders while your hand immediately grabs onto his shirt. He does not try to shush you. He lets you cry as he feels the wet sorrow of your soaking in his shirt. Right now you don't care what the world thinks or what the world sees so he tilts his head a little, placing a peck on your cheek. It makes you hold on to him harder, and take in a long breath. 

“you will get a headache if you cry too much. so, make sure you hydrate after crying. And by hydrate, I mean water, not beer.” While Kiryu whispers sweet nothings into your ear his hand makes its way under your skirt, over your panties. He lets one of his fingers run over the damp part of your cloth. “Ah! You’re wet here too babe.” He whispers into your ear.  You jerk awake from him, eyes red and swollen, face tear-stained. He takes his hand out, licking his finger as you look at him. “So, my place or yours? What do you say?”  Ah! there is no going back is there?

“my place.” Your response makes Kiryu’s eyebrows pinch. It would be his first time going to your place, not that he would mind but he asked that out of habit since he had been trying to get laid to forget you, and some part of him is relieved that you chose your place. You are putting yourself first. Ah! He sees it now. You’ve already moved on from him.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

All Funk, No Punk - Still Hobart Brown

Gold chains instead of silver spikes. Gator shoes in place of thrifted boots. And an afro bigger than Hobie's -

Spider-Funk is Hobart Brown - Earth 831

Hobie Brown maybe Artie's chiller, rougher, and louder self - but somehow, they get on like a cop car on fire (or whatever the saying is).

And Artie Brown maybe Hobie's cockier, flirtier, and flashier self - but they just tell people they're twins.

Or at the very least - they call each other 'brotha' and 'bruv' all the time.

When people ask about the accent thing - you know, Artie being American, they say 'Ever seen The Parent Trap?'

[A LONG ASS post - Below is Artie's Origins, Fighting Style, Relationship to Hobie, and how he got recruited - All About the Brown Bros! Artie & Hobie, FunkPunk!]

It's Hobie 2 - Electric Bugaloo!

And just when Miguel thought he could only stomach one of them.

Though he calls himself the older brother, being born over a decade earlier, Artie is Hobie's less mature, more materialistic, but just as kind variant.

He's a pacifist instead of an anarchist - Full of Soul instead of bursting with Rock.

And he still hates cops.

Origins:

When Artie was drafted for the Vietnam War in 1969 - the first thing he did was burn his draft card. Then he joined the Black Liberation Army.

He wasn't the only one - Artie was part of the almost half a million draftees to do so.

And then President Osborn was elected.

To fill the gap in enlistment, Osborn came up with a solution.

V.E.N.O.M - A highly toxic, unfeelingly aggressive, and wildly bloodthirsty symbiote. A solution to the protests and draft dodgers.

Engineered by Oscorp - if you didn't induct yourself as a soldier, the V.E.N.O.M would make you one. And suddenly his friends were disappearing one by one.

A subtle but sudden-onset disease, the V.E.N.O.M variant was nearly undetectable, very persuasive, and incredibly effective.

More primal than animalistic, the symbiote's function didn't raise one's bloodlust, - instead it lowered, and at worse cancelled, your empathy. The symbiote subtly normalized dehumanization - attacking neurons in the cerebral cortex to destroy one's capability of empathy, compassion, and at times - recognizing faces. Able to follow commands without a second thought - the perfect soldier. Convincing the host of necessary order and their own biological superiority, over the course of 72 hours the host would lose their ability to recognize the people around them as anything other than sub-human. In 138, V.E.N.O.M turns you into an animal. In 831, V.E.N.O.M turns everyone around you into an animal.

It could make anyone into an unfeeling, unrelenting soldier - no guns needed.

The best of them got sent overseas to the War - and the rest, he turned on the people, hunting down all those who dared to dodge their call.

While on tour in DC, Artie was bitten by a radioactive spider, as he attempted to burn draft papers at a government facility.

He burned the papers. Plus he got some sick powers out of it. Plus Plus he gets to beat up The National Guard on a weekly basis. Ain't that a score.

And Hobie may hate the name Spider-Punk (or so he says), but Artie loves being Spider-Funk.

He calls them Funk & Punk. Hobie calls them that too, but like in a cool ironic way.

Artie & Hobie:

Personality:

Hobie knows that Artie is going through his 'Pavitr Phase', so he cuts him some slack. Artie's only been Funk for a year and some change.

He's got more Ws than Ls, so he's always one to be a bit cocky and reckless - though never at anyone's expense.

He's more talkative than Hobie - and WAY more flirty than Hobie, ready to wink at anyone willing to stare.

Like Hobie, Artie has his own groupies. And the pair on campus do get stares (and whispers. and giggles); Two 6'5 dudes with enough hair to cause an eclipse, walking around in loud ass boots, they're sure to draw attention.

Something Artie loves.

Artie considers himself a Ladies' Man. And a Man's Man. And what gender you have to offer really. (He's still a 'Hobie' - he doesn't discriminate)

He's got a waterbed in his boathouse, shag carpets, and wine at the ready. He loves sweet-talking people, and showering them in compliments. Whereas Hobie's love language is Physical Touch, Artie's is Words of Affirmation.

But all Hobie has to do is open his mouth and Be British and suddenly Artie's date is swooning and he's like 'Brotha, I'mma need you to shut the hell up for a second right quick.'

If you hang out with them, get ready for Hobie hanging off your shoulder, while Artie is in your ear complimenting your outfit.

Fighting:

Artie's fighting style is a lot more fluid than Hobie's with a lot of martial arts involved - similar to blaxploitation movies of the era.

Hobie thinks he looks bloody ridiculous meanwhile Artie is like 'if dem damn jeans weren't so tight maybe you could get like me and have some flair in your fight, my man.'

He also has an INCREDIBLY MEAN backhand.

Ideology:

The two of them are fairly close, hanging out with each other a lot. Though the two of them are fairly different. Artie is far more pacifist than Hobie, but that doesn't mean he's above violence.

He's just not one to talk about it, or threaten it. He's more of the 'let people talk - don't start none, won't be none'. Camp - and he'll almost never throw the first punch. Though he absolutely considers intimidation, selling hard drugs, and fucking with the general population 'starting some'.

Their ideology may clash heads everyone once in a while, but they hardly ever fight. At all. Instead, they have frequently heated, in-depth debates.

Artie may not be as radical or educated on things as Hobie, plus Hobie has ten years of extra history to pull from, but the two of them do it often, and it keeps them spry.

The only problem is, they get so into it, it SO HARD to understand what they're saying. Accents, slang, cutting each other off, roping other people into the conversation to back them up. It's WILD.

Artie is a lot more materialistic than Hobie. Not as critical of capitalism, Artie likes to game it rather than complain about it.

Unlike Hobie, Artie LOVES the finer things in life, and spoiling those around him. He likes gold over silver, and wears more rings than spikes.

He's a bit full of himself, and he carries a rag in his pocket to whip blood off his nice white boots. Something Hobie wouldn't be caught DEAD doing.

And Hobie clowns him for it everytime. Artie doesn't care. 'True playas never play sloppy.'

But how can he afford all of this? Well,

He's not as uhh,..honest as Hobie. But he has a heart of gold (get it?). And he never lies just to lie - if he's doing it, it's probably for work, or to Miguel, because he does not respect Miguel.

Artie be stealing. He's a master at sleight of hand. If it's a big corporation, it's free game. He never steals money - but to put it concisely: He's a smooth mfer.

He likes gold - he thinks it looks nice. But he knows for a fact that the worth of it is completely manufactured my human and capitalism, and that it's literally just a pretty metal.

He knows that paying hundreds for a chain or gold is exploitative, especially when it's stolen to begin with. So to him, it's justifiable, gimmie.

He also does it mostly for fun, a magic trick - in the same way Hobie makes stuff 'disappear' while talking to Miles, and doing hand tricks.

Artie does that, but more often, and more skillfully.

He doesn't do it all the time, but the first time he did it in front of Hobie - snatching Hobie's homemade watch of his wrist - Hobie was genuinely surprised.

Mostly he does it to make things disappear from your hand, parts he finds lying around, and playing pranks on people like Miguel. Generally, just being a lil shit.

He's a sweet-talker and a big steppa.

Unlike Hobie, Artie knows better than you force his way in. Artie slides in. He can talk them in to anywhere.

He'll pretend to be someone else, pretend to know someone else, steal passes and key cards to get in, and try to attack from the shadows when he can.

In battle, Spider-Punk is the louder, chattier, more immature one. And Spider-Funk is the chiller, sarcastic one.

Like twins, the two of them have their own in-jokes, and they hang at each other's places all the goddamn time. Though they live in different universes and decades, Artie & Hobie are kinda a package deal.

They may not always be together - they both got their own shit to do and they're not actually brothers - but if you hang with one, it's only a matter of time before you meet the other.

"Why is your brother American?" "Divorce." - "Adoption." ........ "Adoption." - "Divorce." "One of you or the both of you are lying."

Diane & Artie & Annie -

[This section is about my main OC Disco-Spider Diane, and her variant Annie P. Disco-Spider is Hobie's....something and they are happily....a something]

Every Hobart needs his Diane, and Artie is no different.

Artie & Diane:

And like usual, it all starts at the beginning.

Diane was the one to recruit Artie - because of course she was. And Lyla had told her two things: He was a guitarist, and his name was Artie. That's all she needed to know.

Lyla wanted it to be a surprise.

She snuck back stage to his show, brushed off the nearly palpable feeling of deja vu in the air, broke into his dressing room, and then tried to flirt him into joining the Society. Easy peasy.

Diane is a very oblivious woman. They spoke for nearly 10 minutes - and Artie decided to hear her out. He sat down on the couch in his dressing room, pulled back his hair and-

Diane goes -

"Hobie??? Is that you?! Oh my goodddd, you look so cute! Your hair!! Hobarrrrt - Why you ain't say nothing, had me standing here doing all this."

Speech completely forgotten. Mind you, she still hasn't explained anything. Diane is destined to freak out every Hobart she meets.

Artie is starting to think he should stop flirting with weird ass groupies that break into his dressing room.

Diane takes out her watch, the watch he doesn't know she has. She pulls up Lyla, the AI he doesn't know she has. And Diane asks her -

"Lyla! Does Artie stand for-" "It does!" "Oh my god!!! That makes this SO much easier! You're soo sweet, awww!!" "You know I saw the mission and thought of you-" "Am I on drugs right now?"

Needless to say - Diane's recruitment was successful.

Diane and Artie actually get on well, really well. Like weirdly well.

Artie and Diane are both extroverted, flirty, and a bit full of themselves. They're expressive, and more into their hair than they're willing to admit. They're perfect for each other - and people notice.

And Diane finds it a TAD BIT WEIRD

I mean, the differences between her and Hobie is what Diane loves about them - they're like sugar and spice, PB and J.

Sometimes Artie and Diane may accidentally finish each other's sentences - and Diane will be like 'Hey don't do that :)'. Other times, Artie will playfully be like 'Why are you standing so close to me, mama?' Just to piss her off.

Of course, Diane thinks he's 'cute'. But not Hobie Cute. And unfortunately, he 'speaks American'.

Besides, Hobie is the only Hobart for her.

Artie is definitely into Diane, but more in the 'she's a catch I would go for' kinda way. He did hit on her a couple times early on in their situation - but once she made it clear that she was 'seeing Hobie', he took the hint.

There's no jealously there - Hobarts are incapable of it. In fact, he's kinda proud the only other guy who could pull the hot girl is ..another him.

Now, Artie is a lot more like a big brother, kinda like the ones Diane grew up with in the Panther's house.

He's protective of her, in a 'Be mean to her and I'll deliver an ass whoppin on a plate' way. He thinks she's cute in the way a platonic sense, and finds her groupie mode to be as amusing as it is adorable.

It's ironic though that his ACTUAL girlfriend is - well, Diane's Opposite.

Artie & Annie:

[This section is shorter, and will be longer in Annie's post]

Diane Pastors is Annie P. is Mod-Spider.

Artie's girlfriend, Annie is the farthest thing from Diane while somehow still being just as big of a diva.

An avid feminism campaigner and modern woman, she would never be caught DEAD hanging off of Artie like that. And she can't stomach Diane all that much.

Hobie, Annie HATES. And not in a coy way. She thinks he's obnoxious - she calls him a poseur. She thinks he's a scrub.

Her & Artie are in a committed relationship - officially boyfriend and girlfriend. And instead of Annie, Artie is the one who wears her name on a chain.

Just like Diane and Hobie, Annie and Artie have a musical duo - called ModFunk.

We're almost done I PROMISE.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Random Details:

Artie's design is an inverted version of Hobie's, but it's also inspired heavily by Jimi Hendrix, mainly this photo on the left.

Right is an example of Artie's Style. His universe has a paint-marker aesthetic, a lot more colorful and soft than Hobie's, with dripping paint and splatters, but it tones down a lot - like Gwen's.

Artie plays Soul, Jazz, and Funk.

He has a band with his version of Daredevil, Felicia Hardy, and Captain Anarchy.

Artie has killed cops - and soldiers before. But he doesn't see it as a big deal. He hates cops, but he doesn't focus on it. He doesn't discriminate. Ass Whoopin's for everybody.

He DOES pull his hair back, his face isn't covered all the time. Maybe 80% of the time.

He can get around with Spidey Sense, so he doesn't care much - he loves his fro and is always picking it out.

He Pavitr are like best friends. Pavi and The Brown Twins get LOUD AS HELL when all together.

Gwen thinks he's an absolute goofball - So Artie tries his best to make her laugh. She seems like she needs it.

When not on stage and in battle, he prefers to play an acoustic guitar, which Hobie doesn't like playing. His acoustic is also blue.

Him and Hobie can play on each other's guitars, but it sounds very trippy, and VERY VERY weird, abnormally so.

If their heads are covered, or hair done like each other's, they can seamlessly pass as each other.

Hobie SUCKS at an American accent - but somehow, he can mimic Artie's perfectly.

It's the same for Artie - sucks at British, but can speak like Hobie.

He loves chocolate candy bars, Hobie likes fruity candy.

They do write songs together and go to each others shows, though they don't ever really perform together.

They wrestle A LOT

Artie is a genius as well, and they work on mechanics together, Artie is great at math specifically.

He and Hobie do each others hair care and help oil each other's scalps.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So uh.....that's Artie :) The guy

If you made it this far THANK YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ENTERTAINING ME - Artie platonically gives you a red rose.

ALSO TELL ME Why I tried to draw him like Jimi Hendrix But he looking like the Jackson 5 IM SO SORRY YALL

Here's OG Hobie as a thank you! Just imagine two Hobarts standing on either side of you both tall and with big hair and touchy and talkative as fuck Diane is living the DREAM let your OCs be happy

Bye.

[cerastes]

HUNTER LOG:

I'm landing Iai Counter Slash more frequently, but I think it'll be easier 1) as I familiarize myself more with enemy movesets, 2) as I familiarize myself more with committal mid-offense defense, a fascinating concept, 3) as I get more armor skills that facilitate QoL for it.

If you've watched me stream Soulsborne, you know I'm a huge parry enthusiast, and by feeling, the frames are more strict in Souls than they are in MH World, however, you have freedom of use of your parry tools in Souls, whereas LS needs you to be mid-offense to have access to your defensive tools, making them contingent to a proactive offense. What this means is that there is an additional layer to efficiently using your counters in MH. For example, parrying Sister Friede is simple after you get the gist of what you should parry, as everything with her mainhand scythe can be safely parried short of her two command grabs and high jump ins, BUT anything that carries with it magic strikes is different, because the subsequent trail of blackflame will hit you. Your objective here, thus, is to try and interrupt her attack with your own by knowing when she has poise, and if you wish to parry, to know which attacks won't have the magic aftereffect. This doesn't need me to be in a particular State as a character, it all depends on the enemy, not the player.

But, for example, Anjanath has a lot of very easy to counter moves on paper. Hell, Odogaron might as well be parry bait in any other game. However, your counter options for LS necessitate you to be in a State. Theoretically, to parry, I should need to use a poke, get out of recovery, and then use Foresight to properly counter. Foresight has 45 I-Frames, an insane amount compared to the usual 5-6 Parry Frames a medium shield has in soulsborne (or, in other words, 0.75 seconds versus 0.085~-0.1 seconds), but to use it like that, I need to account for shooting out an attack first, and then use my counter tool, making it a lot more clumsy, unless I'm attacking the monster already anyways, at which point, it has more to do if I'm actively waiting for a specific move I know the monster can use if I'm flanking it from the right or right in front of it to then seamlessly shoot off my counter. It feeds right into the committal, positional nature of MH combat.

[eowynstwin]

i have this fascination with price. hes sort of this unsulliable steel, consistently to nearly always making the (as the games frame it) correct decisions, even when hes playing fast and loose with the law. his plans always work, hes never truly failed in the sense of real negative consequences for a choice (until 3 but 3 was badly written and i did not like it). hes always (in the game's framing) right. he never shows a moment of weakness. i love him ❤ i want to see him suffer i want him to make an objectively wrong choice. i want that choice to have consequences that shake his steady foundations and rock him to his core. i want him to fail. is that weird? i want him to lose control of his carefully maintained stony exterior. i want to see that side of him that is barely acknowledged to be genuinely explored. i know people justify it by saying hes a military captain in a ridiculously tough branch to get into, so of course hes like that, but in real life those guys are just as human as the rest of us, just as capable of mistakes and taking fat Ls and making poor decisions. I do love his character, he is my blorbo, i just want to put him in a jar and shake him real hard. is that weird?

Deadass, when I heard what happens in mw3 (still haven't gotten around to watching it, I'm fond of my brain cells and I feel like it'll kill some of them)--my first thought was that they should've killed Price.

Price is always barely restraining himself but he manages to keep himself in check for the most part. I imagine he's learned the hard way that if he lets his feelings dictate his actions then a lot of people get hurt.

Gaz and Soap, however, do not have the benefit of his experience. Ghost does, but he doesn't wield authority like Price's, and I have the feeling that he believes the Price keeps him in check (in his origin comics, he has frequent nightmares in which he assaults and murders people, because he went through months of classical conditioning in captivity).

So, let's say Mak shoots Price dead instead. Suddenly there's no one there to guide the surviving 141. Suddenly the wealth of experience he had to offer, the instincts for warfare that he honed over decades, is gone. Gaz loses his mentor. Ghost loses the man who holds his leash. Soap loses the one commanding officer he had any faith in.

Can you feel how that would raise the stakes exponentially? Price's influence, throughout the reboot, has kept everyone in line. He knows how to break the rules effectively while minimizing the consequences. He knows how to ignore distractions. He is ruthlessly efficient, without being brutal. The other three just do not have those skills. They are not capable of doing what Price does. They have neither the experience (in Gaz and Soap's case) nor the disposition (in Ghost's case).

Price dying would send shockwaves through the 141--through the entire cast--in ways that Soap's death just does not. Soap should have been the one in Shepherd's office with a silenced gun, because assassinating a FUCKING FOUR STAR AMERICAN GENERAL IN THE PENTAGON!!!!! Is not what an experienced captain in the SAS would do, no matter how he feels!!!!!! That is what a sergeant with more aptitude than sense and an overwhelming feeling of rage and loss would do!!!!!!

Aaaaand this is a rant nearly completely unrelated to what you were talking about lol. Sorry. I do want to see that old man suffer don't get me wrong. It's just that the suffering he's been set up for now, in canon, is SO MUCH BULLSHIT.

[random-random-things]

Congratulations, you know more programming than 90% of the people I talk to. That's usually enough to make most people completely check out

On one hand it would be so cool to be good at computers like almost all of you, on the other there is this autism part of me that does not want to learn about it, feels good about being incompetent at it, and does not want to find anything that others like cool or give others the satisfaction of being right.

And it does not even matter cause I can't afford one anyway lol.

[generalgrievoussummerbod]

Another Inktober piece 😃

11 - Snack(s)

Kenabres, 4175 AR. Approximately one day before cultists attack the Defender's Heart.

(Best to click for better image quality, tumblr’s mangling the preview)

My KC, Dornik, distinctly remembers waking up in agony a few days ago and hearing Some Fucking Blond telling everyone to throw their mortally wounded body in an accommodating ditch, so now they're choosing violence~

Might be easier to read the panels individually on mobile, so I've included them along with some ramblings about characters and designs under the cut 😊.

Panels!

I love writing and drawing these characters so much aaaa, they're all DISASTERS and their designs are so fun. Everything about Wenduag's design is just chef's kiss I've never not had fun making art of her! Those eyes! Those adorable cheeks! Those damn spider leggies! She's so expressive and awful I love herrrrr.

Dornik and Daeran are both great for challenging myself. I'm not imagining Wenduag is tiny, Dornik's just a pretty strong orc who's nearly 7ft tall, and learning to capture that built-like-a-mountain vibe is so rewarding. (Because orc. More orc so good yesssss.) This picture is taken seconds before disaster (Dornik in all their 8 wis glory has yet to twig that Wenduag might take their hilarious joke as an endorsement) because what are beloved OCs for if not taking Ls?

With Daeran, one of my favourite things about his portrait is how vaguely unsettling it is, especially with his eyes, and I really want to capture that when I'm drawing him. His unhinged energy is so important to me 😍, and the idea of that rhythm of high energy-sudden stop (the first mask drops, revealing a second, equally beautifully crafted mask which is also but not entirely more true)-high energy dance is what inspired me to make this in the first place. That, and the escalating-curveballs dynamic you can have between him and your Commander 😍 just an absolute pair of menaces 😍.

And Cami's just always a delight to draw, she's trying hard (well. sometimes) to be so proper but underneath there is everything So Wrong With Her (Cami romancers if you're reading this you're strong and fearless and have all my support). There's such a threatening aura to play with and the contrast between her self and the facade she's trying to maintain is marvelous enrichment for the art brain.

[ct7567scyarika]

SWtOR Umbara Nonsense

So first time reaching the scene with the traitor for the first time and haven’t played beyond it. I’ll hide this for spoilers sake and maybe someone will find amusement in my state of confusion and going “brother WHAT???”

Brief context because it makes this all so wild.

My girl is a trooper and mostly LS. On occasion there’s DS choices but that’s usually “justifiable” (that war criminal dude you meet when you’re doing your first meet Elara, which btw she and Jorgan approve, and then the end choice for the class because the LS option is so dumb???)

She’s also not romancing Theron. She’s been married to Aric Jorgan and committed. (If I do a character romancing Theron, thinking a Jedi class that’s a descendant of Carth Onasi).

So Theron says this (and I’m quoting because I recorded this for fanfic writing purposes/references)

“I followed you because I believed you’d end the cycle of war. I thought we’d finally be free once you took down Valkorian. But the Alliance outgrew you. Now it’s rotting from the inside, the Galaxy’s fighting back, and you’ve become a symbol of oppression. So much for your dream of peace.”

Symbol of oppression? You mean, from what I’ve gather (face value) the biggest faction to provide RELIEF AND AID for ALL SIDES who suffered from Valkorian??? The life line of this place that has the diverse with their own connections to get to the (now dwindling according to mail from Hylo) resources?

And on top of that, character-wise, the leader of Havoc Squad that has time and time again made choices to put the people first, defying some orders (such as chapter 1 with those civilians not sure if they have those dangerous implants in and Garza gave the execution order), calling people out, exposing politicians, holding her loyalty to her home (the Republic) to be the middle man for peace multiple times so to create a better future- she is the symbol of oppression? The one who said “I’m no Empress. Let the people of Zakuul decide” and also asks the opinions of those beside her for their input before making choices that impact everyone??

And the only reason she sided back with the Republic was because game story-wise I was cornered and Arcina already broke the alliance by sneaking onto my territory to get a super weapon, and Vim (my trooper lol) wouldn’t trust that after living through the Sacking and the treaty from that. (But she is very angry at the Republic because where were they???) On top of the only reason she was so ready-to-destroy Empire was because the other two options out of the three were “I’m the boss, you listen to me, don’t take the credit” and flirting with Theron’s dad right in front of him. (Though I’d like to imagine a timeline where this Theron traitor arc only comes to play because you flirted with Malcom multiple occasions. I just think that’s funnier.)

Alright so maybe not her personally since he mentions “Alliance outgrew you, now it’s rotting from the inside.”

Okay so I can see that, BUT, again it leaves me to wonder.

Instead of going to the Commander that you also consider as a friend and have already talked thing about, saying “Hey, this is looking like a problem,” he instead is all “March 15 let’s goooo”

I even had her ask: “If you felt this way, you should’ve come to me first.” To WHICH HE RESPONDS:

“I wanted to tell you, but I knew you’d try to talk me down. I couldn’t take that risk.”

So he KNOWS better?? On top of her saying: “If you topple the Alliance, millions will die!”

“If that’s the cost of peace, so be it.” WHAT???? Peace at the cost of innocent people?????

I’m-

I’m no Theron analysts, I might for when closer to writing my fic when he shows up more, but I’vebeenburnedwithhowGeneralIronwoodwashandleddont@me is it just me or does this seem… like a weird flip? We got visual cues of his doubt, but that would make sense if the Outlander took position of Emperor/Empress, wouldn’t it? Again, all I’ve seen is the Alliance providing aid and only fighting when literally pushed to it. We have criminals working for us but nothing has brought up or been hinting of being a huge issue?

I dunno. I haven’t gotten to the Flashpoint yet in Umbara so maybe there’s a reason. Maybe he’s doing double agent because he figured (as stated twice on my playthrough) that a train wouldn’t kill my girl but hey, we’ll see.

Also love picturing my trooper, calling her husband about another person supposed to be close to her betraying her, how she jumpstarted to being Havoc leader and the bond she and Aric shared, in the exact same energy as Snapcube Eggman’s “I’M BACK IN THE F***ING BUILDING AGAIN??”

[colmmurphyxyz]

"'ls' is not recognized as an internal or external command, operable program or batch file" 🥀🥀

[nixcraft]

If you could describe yourself in one Linux command, how would you do it?

a) sudo rm -rf /* - Destructive person.

b) grep -r "answer" / - Searching for answers and information about the universe.

c) cat /dev/random - Thinking about being creative with unexpected outputs!

d) man {command} - Always try to explain things when asked.

e) ls -l /dev/null - Nothing of value contributed to society.

f) fortune | cowsay | lolcat - Add random wisdom, but mostly nonsense, to the conversation.

g) :(){ :|:& };: : ...some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.

[sharlotscarletfox]

Game Update: Some Ws (and some Ls)

I posted some sprites from a fangame I was working on, and it got a lot more attention than I expected. I am kinda bad at finishing projects, but I figured if I posted about it occasionally, that would give me motivation to keep working on it. So I would like to show the Ws (and the Ls) of the past couple days. I would be working on it rn but my bf is playing HL off my Steam account so I am just going to sit and write the script for the game. Ws:

Here is the Sallow Residence (hopefully final) look and all the interaction markers that work. I tried to make it look like canon but the limited assets screwed me over but I still think it looks good.

I also programmed in a custom title screen

AND IT DOESNT LOOK GREAT BUT THATS BC IM NOT AN ARTIST. I kinda just wanted to see what it looks like and if I could pull it off in the first place. (It was not easy LMAO). I eventually wanna commission someone to make art for it but rn im poor and I am very against AI art. (I start my big girl job in May)

Some Ls:

(Lots of) mistakes were made but my favorite is the fact that the command to delete the snake that moves to select an menu option didn't disappear during playtesting so it just sat in the corner.

Also if you notice on the first picture MC is just a black haired hooded masked figure because I don't know how to add in character creation yet but I need a placeholder so I can put in interactions.

So yeah thank you for all the support! Special thanks to @rosewoodcafe for being my partner in crime that I can bounce ideas off of at any time of day.

[elysiangroundsforall]

I Plead Guilty

"I am guilty of loving you"

Prologue

"EXO! EXO! EXO!" The thunderous chants echoed through the packed stadium as the members exited the stage, their adrenaline still surging from the electric atmosphere. Backstage, the air buzzed with a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. The night was monumental—it was EXO’s 15th debut anniversary, and their special fan-con had exceeded all expectations.

Kai, ever the charismatic performer, ran a hand through his sweat-drenched hair as he leaned against the wall, catching his breath. His signature grin tugged at the corners of his lips, his dark eyes still sparkling under the dim backstage lights.

"Gosh… I can’t believe it’s been 15 years," Junmyeon said, wiping his face with a towel, his voice tinged with both disbelief and pride.

"I know, right?" Minseok replied, slinging an arm over Kai’s shoulder. "Feels like yesterday we were those wide-eyed rookies."

Kai chuckled softly, the weight of the years settling briefly on his shoulders. "Wide-eyed, sure. But now we’re veterans who can still set the stage on fire," he said with a smirk, earning a round of laughter from the group.

"I think it’s going to rain," Sehun remarked, peering at the darkening sky.

Chen’s lips curved into a knowing smile. "Why are you suddenly grinning like that?" Chanyeol asked, narrowing his eyes.

"It rained the day we debuted too," Chen replied, his voice warm with nostalgia. "Feels like we’ve come full circle."

Kai stood silent for a moment, gazing at the others with a fondness that words couldn’t express. The thought of how far they had come—the battles fought, the friendships forged, the love they shared with EXO-Ls—flooded his heart.

"We need to hurry, guys," Baekhyun said, breaking the moment.

Kai’s lips twitched upward again. "Right. Let’s make this a night they’ll never forget."

The members returned to the stage, and as the lights dimmed, the familiar opening notes of MAMA echoed across the stadium. A roar erupted from the crowd, the energy palpable. Kai took his position at the center, the powerful beats of the track syncing with his heartbeat.

When the lights snapped on, the stadium erupted into chaos. The silhouettes on stage revealed not just the current members but eleven distinct figures—an impossible sight. As the spotlight illuminated their faces, the screams reached an ear-splitting crescendo.

Suho, Xiumin, Baekhyun, Chen, Chanyeol, D.O., Kai, Sehun, Lay, Luhan, and Tao stood together, dressed in their debut-era outfits, styled exactly as they had been 15 years ago. It was a vision that no one dared to dream, a moment that surpassed even the wildest fantasies of EXO-Ls worldwide.

Kai’s intense gaze swept the crowd, and his movements, as precise and magnetic as ever, drew everyone’s attention. He owned the stage, commanding it with the same grace and power that had made him a global sensation. His every move was electric, a reminder of why he had been dubbed the ultimate performer.

As the group performed, the synergy was undeniable. Kai exchanged glances with his brothers—Lay’s familiar smile, Luhan’s effortless charm, Tao’s fierce energy—and felt the weight of time dissolve. They were one again, not just a band but a family.

After the encore and the emotional goodbyes, the members gathered in the old EXO dorm for a night of reminiscing. They went live on Weverse, sharing jokes, heartfelt thanks, and cherished memories with their beloved fans.

Kai took the lead in the broadcast, his laughter contagious as he teased Sehun and joined Baekhyun in a hilarious re-enactment of their rookie days. But when the mood shifted to gratitude, he spoke from the heart: "Tonight wasn’t just for us. It was for every EXO-L who stood by us, believed in us, and reminded us of who we are. This bond we share is unbreakable, and it’s all because of you."

The live ended with a toast to the past, present, and future of EXO. Later, as the members shared drinks and stories, Kai sat quietly for a moment, watching his brothers laugh and chat. He felt a deep sense of fulfillment, knowing that after all these years, they were still together, stronger than ever.

When the night settled, and everyone drifted to sleep, Kai stood by the window, gazing at the rain. He smiled, a quiet but profound joy radiating from him. The journey had come full circle, but this was just the beginning of a new chapter.

"EXO forever," he whispered to himself, the words carrying both a promise and a dream.

The Seoul High Court was silent, save for the rhythmic tapping of the judge’s gavel. The case had gripped the nation for weeks: Kang Min-seok, a single father and factory worker, stood accused of arson. The prosecution claimed he had set fire to his workplace to collect insurance money. The evidence seemed overwhelming, and public opinion was stacked against him.

But Kang had one unlikely ally—his lawyer, Y/N, a criminal defense attorney with a reputation for tackling impossible cases and exposing hidden truths.

The presiding judge sat sternly at the bench, flanked by two associate judges. The prosecution’s closing argument had been damning, detailing witness testimonies, forensic evidence, and financial records that painted Kang as guilty.

Now, all eyes were on Y/N as she prepared to deliver her final defense. Her every movement was deliberate, her voice steady.

Y/N began by dismantling the prosecution’s timeline. "The prosecution argues that my client, desperate and cunning, committed this crime to solve his financial woes. But let’s examine the facts closely."

She pointed to CCTV footage presented as key evidence, which supposedly showed Kang near the factory hours before the fire. With a confident smile, she introduced new evidence—an alibi substantiated by GPS data from Kang’s phone, showing he was miles away with his daughter.

"If Kang Min-seok didn’t start the fire, then who did? And why?" she asked, her voice cutting through the room.

Turning the focus away from her client, Y/N highlighted damning evidence against the factory’s management. She revealed internal emails proving negligence, showing that the company was aware of severe electrical hazards but failed to act.

The key moment came during cross-examination of the plant manager, where Y/N pressed him about safety measures. Beads of sweat formed on his brow as he finally admitted the truth: "We didn’t have the budget for repairs."

In her closing remarks, Y/N addressed the bench directly: "Your Honors, this is not just a case of justice for my client. It is a case of accountability—of ensuring that the truth prevails over assumptions. Kang Min-seok is not a criminal. He is a scapegoat."

After deliberation, the judges returned with their decision: not guilty. The presiding judge cited insufficient evidence and significant doubts about the prosecution’s claims, commending Y/N’s thorough investigation.

Kang Min-seok broke down in gratitude. As Y/N left the courtroom, her face betrayed no emotion—a mask she wore well. Reporters clamored for her attention, but she walked past them with a sharp reply: "I let the facts speak for themselves."

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