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paperbacks.
named after the arlo parks song! a warm and glowing preset meant for ingame shots, intended to be reminiscent of old photography with sepia tones. bloom-heavy so i wouldn’t recommend it to be kept on while playing the game or in cas, especially if you have a lighter cas background
works with reshade or gshade provided you’ve downloaded most of the shaders available
looks best outdoors at sunrises and sunsets and on darker skintones- it’s not going to turn your white sims into flashbangs but uh it’ll be close
you can edit it as much as you want but it’d be nice if i got a tag <3
DL (google drive)
thank u to everyone who tested it for me! some more pics under the cut
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This time we have renders of:
Kalama, Vakama and Nuhrii.
Vhisola, Nokama and Kai.
Tehutti, Midak and Whenua.
Makani, Matau and Orkahm.
Ally, Onewa, and Piatra
Mazeka, Nuju and Ehrye. I know Mazeka never was on Mata Nui. The idea is that The Order send him to secretly check on the Metru Nui Matoran on Mata Nui. He was spotted when he got grabbed by Nui-Rama. He kills it, and falls straight into Ko-Koro.
Iruini, Dume and Norik.
Dalu, Jovan and Velika.
Any thoughts?
#bionicle#matoran#turaga#Voya nui matoran#rahaga#Jovan#velika#delu#duma#iruini#norik#mazeka#matau#whenua#nokama#onewa#nuju#vakama#lego bionicle#vhisola#ehrye#ally#piatra#orkahm#makani#tehutti#midak#kai#kalama#nuhrii
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I saw The Nice Guys recently and really liked it
(pic unrelated)
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Turaga Jovan
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Peer pressured into posting thsis.... (Joke)
#sfw tk blog#sfw tickles#sfw tickling#sfw tickling community#sfw twords#tickle art#our art#oc tag#endrit#jovan
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I’m not done with the Kallus headcanons because he is my blorbo and I will make shit up about him if I want to
He’s an only child. While he wasn’t an accident, per se, his existence made his parents realise that actually they weren’t that into having children after all, and they never got any more.
After they parted ways when graduating the Royal Imperial Academy, he occasionally visited Jovan when he was on Garel for a job. These were short, uncomfortable visits.
He hides it well, but he’s a bit of a control freak. If he can’t oversee a situation, he gets panicked. With the Empire this rarely happened, because with his rank and capabilities he was often the one in command, and if not, he knew exactly what the command structure was and what protocols would be followed. When he joins the much more free and chaotic Rebellion, however, this becomes much more of a struggle for him.
Though born and raised there, he has no real affection for Coruscant, and wouldn’t care in the slightest if he would never return there.
He loves rain; loves hearing it slam against the windows of wherever he is staying now, loves standing outside and letting it fall on his face. Realising that most people around him hate rain, he has never shared this feeling with anyone and hardly ever acts on it either, contenting himself with soldiering on through rainy missions when most of his squad is groaning about it.
He is fluent in multiple languages (and proficient in a lot more). Because he is self-taught, learning from datapads or occasionally droids, he tends to have a rather thick accent, but his grammar and vocabulary are always flawless.
This is actually very unusual for an Imperial; in general everybody was expected to speak Basic, and they’d leave the lesser languages to translator droids. Knowing very well that droids can be unreliable — they can be tampered with, or simply malfunction —, preferring to stay in control himself, and having seen the effect not needing to rely on translation has on people (citizens tend to trust people who speak their own language more easily, and he has read up enough on Thrawn to have found out about his peculiar connection to his translator Eli Vanto) Kallus opted to ignore convention on this.
In the midst of the chaos of the Rebellion, sometimes he finds himself missing the Empire — at least things were organised and understandable there. He is terrified to admit this to anyone, afraid to have it be seen as wavering loyalty.
Much though he pretends otherwise, from the moment he joined the Rebellion the highlight of his day has been whenever Zeb visits him. Zeb always knows when he’s spiralling again, and how to pull him out of it. He’s the only person with whom Kallus feels truly safe, which is a completely alien feeling to him.
#Jenny’s headcanons#Star Wars#Star Wars rebels#Alexsandr Kallus#Jovan#jovallus#garazeb orrelios#kalluzeb#mitth'raw'nuruodo#eli vanto#thranto
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Toa Jovan
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#werewolf by night#werewolf by night memes#werewolf by night text posts#elsa bloodstone#jack russell#jovan#marvel#memes
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Winter Break - Happy New Year🥂🎆
#The Richards Legacy#Malaysia#Malachi#Janelle#Jovan#simblr#the sims 4#simblog#sims 4#ts4#ea#sims 4 legacy#black simblr#video games#ts4 legacy#sims4#sims 4 story#sims 4 gameplay#ts4 story#ts4 gameplay#black sims#black sims 4#happy new year#2024
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WORLD THAT FEEDS THE WORLD
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The ground trembled faintly beneath. The air was still oppressively hot, though the magma of the chamber had begun to cool. Alhalu groaned off to the side where he crouched, holding the Thing at arm’s length.
“Shut up,” Seah hissed. “Pathetic excuse for a Toa. If it hasn’t done anything to you yet, you’re fine. Be happy it didn’t evaporate you like it did Ekket. Bad intel, I say...”
Toa Jovan ignored them both. He focused his mind through the mental aperture of the Kanohi Suletu, sending out another telepathic burst into the empty shell of the Toa of Stone that sat cross-legged on the volcanic stone before him:
“Report. Satha, have you found it yet?”
The reply was somewhat faint, preceded by a burst of static. The connection of Satha’s Iden was being stretched, it seemed.
“Jovan...I am far...traveled... <Static>...Layers of magma...earth below... <Static>...Strata of the Great Beings...<Static>...Dark...almost there I think.”
“How far?”
“<Static>...Kio downward...sending data... <Static>...Seah can interpret.”
A set of calculations and numbers washed through Jovan’s mind. He printed the figures magnetically onto the metal datapad in his hand.
“Check the tether,” Jovan sent. “This mask is risky.”
“Affirmative... <Static>...Tether is thin...still secure. I’m passing through... <Static>...Wait, there’s a barrier here.”
“What kind of barrier?”
“Physical only... <Static>...Should be fine...I think this is it, Jovan--pushing ahead.”
“Proceed with caution.”
Jovan raised his head and glanced around the dull red chamber. Seah was watching him from several bio away, tapping her foot impatiently. Jovan signaled all well, resting back on his heels.
There was a sudden telepathic shriek that made Jovan wince. He blocked the mental aperture for a moment to let it pass, then opened it again:
“What is it, Satha?”
The reply was even fainter now. Worrisome.
“Brother... <Static>...Can see...vast hollow beneath us...the air glows...”
“You’ve made it through? Good. That data is all we need, now--”
“--such power,” Satha continued, as if he hadn’t heard Jovan. “<Static>...power for the whole world...”
“Satha, confirm my message. The data is sufficient.”
“Light is fading here, Jovan... <Static>...It’s dying, and the world... <Static>...Fading out...No time to waste.”
“Turn around.”
Silence.
“Turn around, Satha.”
“<Static>...barrier...can’t... <Static>”
“Say again.”
“Jovan, the tether... <Static>...Too thin...too far...”
“Satha? Pull back; that’s an order. It’s time to turn around. We’ve already lost one Toa today.”
“Too far... <Static>...this barrier... <Static>...Strange interference, can’t... <Static>...losing resolution.”
“Hold on.”
Jovan dove into the mind-space of his comrade, and his vision of the world went fractal, crystalline. He groped with psychic fingers, seeking his goal. He had to find it. There! The psionic tether was stretched taut, but still holding. They had been warned that this method of astral projection was dangerous, but it was the only way they could probe so far so quickly, and there was so little time...Still, he wished now that they had chosen another way.
Jovan readied himself, as he had been trained, and then took action, pouring his psychic energies into the link, to fortify it and give Satha the strength to overcome whatever strange obstacle he had encountered deep below. Fragments of words came through the link as he worked:
“Tearing at me...it’s strong...storm of energy...almost...no...”
“Keep going!”
“Trying to...tether is decaying, Jovan...”
“You can do it.”
“I...yes, I’m almost... <Static>...The barrier...no!”
A psychic shock echoed along the link, stunning Jovan. He let go, and for a moment an insane roaring filled his brain--a roar of energy, of measureless power. A storm of cosmic fire that rent and fused the fabric of the world, of the body, of the mind.
Jovan snapped back to his physical senses.
“Satha!”
Silence crackled in the mind-shell of Toa Satha.
“Satha, pull back...please...”
Nothing, and then, very faintly:
“Jovan...Jovan do you read? <Static>...I’m unmoored, Jovan... <Static>...No control...”
“I...I hear you,” he replied, helpless. “Can you still hear me?”
“Can hear, but fading...I’m moving rapidly, Jovan... <Static>...Interference here.”
“You’ve got to try on your own then. Try to get back.”
“I’m trying, but there’s too much... <Static>...Gone too far.”
“Don’t tell me that.”
“Jovan it’s no use... <Static>...I’m weary...”
“Unacceptable.”
“I know, but I think... <Static>...I’m adrift, Jovan...moving faster every second... <Static>...I’m falling.”
“I said that’s unacceptable, Satha!”
“Will report what I see... <Static>...More intel for you...to finish this...<Static>...All I can do.”
Jovan did not reply. He cursed quietly. The mind-voice continued:
“Something’s pulling me in...vortex of energy...hard to see beyond. I’m moving through...It’s spinning...bright--”
Static.
“I’m through. Would’ve made me sick if I wasn’t just a spirit...”
Static. A long pause.
“There, I can see now...By Mata, I can see it all...”
Static.
“It’s a sphere...a great sphere. Beneath the foundations of stone...to think I would look upon it...”
Static.
“Like the oracle said: the core of universes...the World That Feeds the World. Ah, I understand--”
“Stop, Satha. I’ve heard enough.”
Static.
“I can’t stop, Jovan. I’m sorry...Not in control. This is destiny, my friend--Destiny takes everything from us, in the end. Remember that.”
“Yes. It takes all.”
“...I’m heading further...deeper...”
More static. Another long pause.
“It’s dark now...Moving faster...Caverns and empty spaces...I see--”
“--huge beyond imagining--”
“...there are machines...vast, empty...They move...”
“...I’m falling...can you hear me?”
“I’m here, but Satha, please--”
“--I’m sorry, brother...I’m falling... <Static>...Can’t hear you... <Static>...Oh! By Mata...”
An interminable moment passed. Jovan waited, waited.
Waited...
And then, weakly:
“Endless...endless dark and cold...there are...”
Static.
“There are stars!--”
The voice cut off. The aperture snapped shut. Jovan trembled and released his clenched jaw slowly, expelling a shuddering sigh. The body of Toa Satha sat before him, peaceful.
Toa Seah was at his shoulder.
“So, what’s new?”
A moment passed.
“How’s Alhalu?” Jovan asked.
“Terrified,” Seah replied. “How’s our old Toa of Stone? He’s been out for a bit.”
“He found what we were looking for. Had to go a bit farther than expected, but it’s there. I’ve got the data.”
Jovan handed over the datapad.
“We’ll go immediately.”
“Shouldn’t we wait for him to...get back to his body?”
“He’ll be fine. He said it was urgent for us to go. The others on the surface will be down soon to watch over him.”
“He’ll be fine, huh?”
“Yes.”
Seah smiled, “Liar.”
She straightened up and walked away. Jovan rose slowly to his feet.
“Alhalu,” he called across the Chamber of Life without looking. “It’s time. Your task is next. I expect you to acquit yourself like a Toa of the Great Spirit, as have others today.”
The eyes of Toa Satha were blank, staring at Jovan from that accursed Iden.
“Seah,” Jovan continued. “Ready the Olmak. Start your calculations.”
“Already started, boss. Do you know where we’re going, exactly? Hopefully a cooler climate.”
“Farther than we’ve ever been,” Jovan replied, “or ever will go.”
In his mind the words echoed:
A great sphere...the core of universes...the World That Feeds the World...Ah, I understand--
What did you understand, my friend? Perhaps you can tell me one day, if we meet again.
In the endless dark and cold.
Where there are stars.
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you love him but you’ll never be the one
context under the cut (slight nsfw warning, minors dni)
this is set several years before the scylla mission, both sunny and jovan are adults, sunny hasn’t met niko at this point
“Wanna go again?” Sunny asks, and Jovan thinks he’s in love.
Thinks being the operative word here. He’s still breathing heavily, blinking the fuzz out of his eyes and the haze out his brain. He’s just came so hard he thought he must have blacked out, and the younger man has sat back up, using the back of his hand to wipe at his mouth. It’s boyishly juvenile in a way that he can’t really articulate, so he ends up staring dumbly at him until Sunny quirks an eyebrow up at him, black eyes slightly scathing. Or not. Jovan might have been sleeping with the other man for a short period of time and been an acquaintance for barely a bit longer, and neither had helped him properly comprehend what exactly was going on in that mind. He was starting to think he might never work it out, and their mission was going to end in a week, so it was looking more and more likely.
“I’m gonna take that as a no, then,” Sunny sighs, and shifts his weight so he’s leaning with his back on the wall. Jovan blinks again and remembers his manners, pulling his briefs and scratchy grey inmate sweats over his hips and then reaches for the bottle of water he’d left there, hands it to Sunny in silence. Watches him empty half the water bottle straight down his throat, not letting the rim touch his lips, before handing it back with a quiet thanks.
Small shit like this. The way Sunny won’t let him touch him more unless Jovan’s eyes are covered or they’re both in complete darkness, scrabbling blind. Open arms and jokes, slapping other inmates on the back but never too hard, making the crew’s mission feel more like an adventure than something they all have no choice but to participate in. The way his smile lingers, ever present, but never reaches his eyes. He’s unfathomable. Beautiful the way the sharp edge of a shattered mirror is. He’s remorseless and sometimes, Jovan thinks he might even be kind.
And you can’t trust him, murmurs a smarter voice that sounds a lot like his older brother. You realise that, right? This type of guy isn’t going to stick around, and you know it.
The voice is right, as it always is. Even on a more logical basic level, Jovan’s set for release once this mission ends. He’ll be a free man, and with the way Sunny acts, the disobedience and the accumulating murder charges that he makes no attempt to hide or even apologise for, he’ll be in here for a lot longer than the three more years that he’s got right now. So there isn’t any hope, not really. He doesn’t really want to think about how long Sunny will spend in the system, the looming thought of until he keels over and dies bringing down his mood.
“Mind if I smoke?” He asks him, and Sunny cracks open an eye from the end of the bunk where he’s shut them, arms crossed over his chest. Shrugs noncommittally, but says “Go ahead,” with yet another one of the fake little smirks. Fuck this guy, seriously. Jovan pulls himself closer to the edge of the bunk and fishes around in the space underneath, pulling out his lighter and pack. Perilously close to being empty. He can’t go home to his mum and little sibling and brother reeking of the shit he’d promised to stay away from, even though lung transplants are a dime a dozen, so maybe this is for the best that all his bad habits end at once. Clean breaks, and all that. He lights one, takes a deep drag, exhales as the burn of it curls down his throat. Sunny’s still watching him, his loose t-shirt hanging off his slouched frame. This is so fucking awkward.
“Did you…” He trails off, unsure of how to finish his sentence in a way that doesn’t make him sound crude. Sunny basically does that weird shit where he guesses what he’s thinking with unerring accuracy, and answers, “Like, finish? No, but it’s fine. I’m going for a shower after this, if you’ll mind the door for me.” It’s way past their allotted time for a shower, but Jovan’s never seen the other man naked after weeks, so this must be the usual routine for him.
“Yeah, of course. Uh, why don’t you just do it with the rest of the guys? If you don’t mind me asking?” He hates the way his voice curls up at the end of the sentence, like a flinching animal. Sunny makes a face at him.
“I do mind, actually. And don’t peek or I’ll kill you.” He says it casually but Jovan knows that it’s no idle threat. Wouldn’t that be something. Jovan Renaud, a week away from his first taste of freedom in three years. Murdered by the guy he’s been fucking, the guy he kind of just wishes he could take away from here with him. Something about Sunny makes Jovan want to be a better person than he knows he’s capable of being.
Something like love. Something he knows Sunny isn’t capable of giving back, not to someone like him in a time like this, anyway.
“I won’t look. Swear it.” Sunny holds his gaze for a long moment, then nods, seemingly satisfied.
#tldr they finished fucking and jovan is being Morose#amongussy#scylla 06942#sunny#jovan#ts4#ts4 edit#sims 4 edit#the sims 4#edit#my edit#p
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Star Wars Doodle Dump #4
Star Wars: Rebels Comics Edition
Lieutenant Jovan (Kallus’ ex- completely platonic bi academy friend)
2. Cogan (Swain’s himbo weapons-expert partner)
3. Swain (Kallus’ former protégé/daughter figure)
…respectively, from the Star Wars Rebels Magazine comics
An offering of Star Wars men in pretty dresses for the Discord server
Nightmares/hurt-comfort Kalluzeb because warriors need to cry too
#star wars doodles#star wars#sw rebels#star wars fanart#star wars rebels#alexsandr kallus#garazeb orrelios#kalluzeb#kallus x zeb#zeb x kallus#sw rebels comics#star wars comics#jovan#swain#cogan#swain x cogan#sw fanart
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Prey is a really good game,
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Toa Jovan
His appearance belies his magnetic personality.
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Creator: Eli-J-Brony
#lego#bionicle#warrior#warrior of magnetism#magnetic#magnetism#toa of magnetism#jovan#toa jovan#voya nui#armor#armor plates#launcher#zamor#zamor sphere#zamor sphere launcher#revamp#style update
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