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mrwavellswaps · 11 months

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Understanding Him Better

(Birthday Present for @bodyswappingandshit ❤️)

Marcy stared out of her bedroom window, looking up at the clear nigh sky. Her college roommates had already gone to bed but she just couldn’t sleep. There was this boy on campus on campus she’d gained a huge crush on. Alex. He was every bit her type. A strong, muscular and smooth body. Youthful, charming looks. An air of confidence that was balanced out by a humble nature. He was her perfect man. Except she had no idea how to really approach him. Most of the interests he had didn’t really overlap with hers so she didn’t know how best to strike up a conversation. Her friends had told her just to straight up ask him on a date but the last time she did that she got rejected and had been terrified of trying again ever since. And so as Marcy continued to admire the stars in the sky, she secretly wished that she could understand Alex a little better. Maybe then she’d be confident enough to speak to him…

Little did she know that as she finally slipped into bed, a certain magical entity had overheard her wish and was more than willing to ‘grant’ it. Magic flowed into Marcy’s body as she drifted off to sleep, changing her and her life so that she might finally understand Alex.

The next morning Marcy woke up feeling incredibly groggy. She stretched her arms a little and immediately she felt something was off. She blinked her eyes open and what she saw was certainly not her bedroom! Or at least it was but… it was like someone else entirely lived in it. Gone were all her clothes, her make up and most of her books. Instead there was what looked to be men’s clothes lying around along with an Xbox set up across the room. Her boom shift seemed to be replace with a bunch of games and even more noticeable was the weights rack that was next to it. Even the whole colour scheme of her room was different. Before it’d been bright yellow and white for the most part but now it was black and dark blue. It was almost like a dude had been living in her room…

She sat up a little and immediately noticed the difference in weight. Her body. It’s size. Its shape. It was completely different! Her breasts were gone, replaced with pure muscle, and her arms were huge! From what she could tell under the covers her legs looked much bigger as well but that wasn’t the most concerning part. She could feel a strange bulge between her legs… it couldn’t be. Marcy didn’t want to believe but everything was pointed towards it. She needed to see it for herself.

Jumping out of bed in a panic, she rushed out of her room and towards the bathroom, stumbling a little on the way due to her new weight and the unfamiliar package between her thighs. As soon as she made it however, she locked the door behind her before dashing over towards the mirror and what she saw took her breath away. Staring back at her in the mirror was a dude! But not just any dude, it was Alex! The boy she had a crush on.

“W-what the… How is this… I-I look like Alex!?” She said aloud though not quite believing it herself. But her reflection said it all. “I have his muscles… and I’m standing in his underwear… and…” Before Marcy could continue she was cut off by an extremely odd feeling. One she’d never felt before. The feeling of blood rushing to inflate a certain organ of which she was quite unfamiliar with. She could see clearly in the reflection and as she looked down at herself that a tent was forming in her underwear, creating quite the obscene bulge. Naturally she had no idea what to do. For the first time in her life she was experiencing what it was like to have a cock and she had no idea how to make it go down.

She reached down and poked it experimentally, the sensation of which sending shivers through her new masculine body. “Oh woah. That feels… weird.” Marcy muttered. Part of her was weirded out by the strange new appendage between her legs but at the same time she couldn’t help but be curious. After all, wasn't this Alex’s cock? The guy she’d been having dreams about for months. She’d been wondering what it would look like and well… now she could see for herself!

The former young woman took a deep breath before hooking her thumbs under the waistband and pulling down the underwear, allowing her new cock to spring forwards in all its glory. She had to stifle a gasp as she watched it bob excitedly. It was just as amazing as she’d imagined it to be. “Never imagined I’d be seeing it from this angle though.” She mumbled before reaching down and gently cupping her new musky balls for the first time. Feeling the strange heft that came with them along with an urge to protect them at all costs. Her hand then shifted back up towards her new shaft before gripping it, feeling the pleasure of a dick run through her body for the first time. “But I can’t say I don’t like it…” She added as she couldn’t help giving it a few tugs. “O-oh wow! That’s nice!” She only planned on giving it one or two tugs but it just felt so damn good she couldn’t help herself. “Oh god… is this why dudes are such horny freaks!? Mmmm…” She grunted.

Marcy found herself turning back towards the mirror and continuing to admire her reflection. The reflection of her crush now under her complete control. She had no idea how the hell it’d happened but in this moment, as she jerked Alex’s cock like a horny beast, she couldn’t deny how hot it was. Running his rugged hand up and down his shaft, feeling the pleasure slowly ramp up until eventually it started to reach some kind of peak. Marcy’s eyes rolled for second until “F-fuck! Am I… cumming?” She wondered aloud, not knowing exactly what a male orgasm felt like, but her question was soon answered by her new cock launching a wave of hot white cum all over the bathroom sink and mirror.

Throughout the strangely exhilarating experience, Marcy hadn’t noticed just how loud she was being with her grunting and groaning as mere moments later there was a knock on the bathroom door. “Alex? You okay in there?” Came the voice of her best friend Kayla.

“Oh uhmm… yeah I’m good. Just gimme a minute.” Marcy responded awkwardly. Though she couldn’t help noticing how Kayla had called Alex’s name. Did everyone think she’d always been Alex? It was a crazy thought but it wasn’t any crazier than her having woken up in the body of a guy.

She quickly got to work wiping up all the cum she’d sprayed across the bathroom, wiping down the surface’s with cleaning products just to make sure. When she was done she unlocked the door and stepped back out to find that Kayla must’ve gone back to her room. Marcy took this as a chance to sneak back into her bedroom for the time being to figure things out. She peered down the apartment's hallway, seeing that the coast was clear, before tip-toeing back to her room.

After closing her door, she turned and looked over her bedroom. It certainly didn’t feel like hers anymore. Sports stuff dotted around the room, boys clothes everywhere, and a certain musk in the air that she hadn’t clocked onto when she first woke up. A deep sweaty smell that her nose had frequently caught whiffs of from other college guys around the campus. Only now she was the culprit. Upon that realisation she lifted up one of her arms curiously before giving one of her armpits a sniff and what she was met with was a strong masculine stench that she never thought she’d smell on her own body. The kind of scent that really screamed that a guy was a jock who frequently found himself in the guy. Not an inaccurate description judging by her strong new physique. Despite that she looked around frantically for something to cover up the smell and luckily as she unzipped a gym bag beside her bed, she found a can of deodorant inside which she wasted no time spraying the contents onto her armpits.

Soon after Marcy found herself sitting on her bed, trying to evaluate her situation. She was surprisingly calm, everything considered but she’d always been a very logical and cool headed person. That said she started to go over what she knew. For a start she still lived in the same apartment with the same people but now those people think she’s Alex. She could only guess that meant everyone in her life probably thought she was and always had been Alex. And judging by her room she could assume that most of if not all of her personal possessions had been swapped out for Alex’s. Did this mean the real Alex had taken on his old form? If so, was he aware of it like she was? Something she’d need to investigate later. But one other thing she’d realised was that she seemed to retain her attraction to men. From what she knew Alex had been a straight guy and yet even with this body the thought of being with men still gave her butterflies.

“Fuck. This is gonna take some figuring out.” She sighed, looking down at her hands and body. Eyes lingering slightly on the bulge in her underwear. “Well… I’d always wondered what it was like being a guy…” She mumbled to herself, trying to make light of the insane situation she’d somehow found herself in.

Eventually Marcy found herself digging through the abundance of new clothes at her disposal until she found some stuff she was comfortable wearing. After which she looked in the mirror and smiled knowing she looked hot as fuck right now.

It was then she realised that she had absolutely no idea what the hell she was supposed to be doing today! Would she still be attending her fashion design classes from before despite probably sticking out like a sore thumb. Just then however, as if prompted, some new memories surfaced of her attending fitness programmes and learning about all the different theories of exercise and more. That must’ve been what Alex did! And she supposed it was what she’d have to be learning from now on… well assuming more knowledge would come to her it couldn’t be that hard right?

She stepped out of her bedroom and conversed with her friends a little. It was strange as none of them seemed to notice whatsoever. As if they’d always been friends and roommates with Alex. It was strange to say the least but it certainly made things a hell of a lot simpler. She sat and had breakfast, subconsciously making herself a bigger and more calorie rich meal than usual to fuel her bigger body.

Soon enough she set off to college with her friends, splitting off to each of their different lessons upon arriving. Marcy instinctively made her way towards the sportier side of campus where all the jocks resided. Naturally she’d never really explored it before and yet she found herself navigating it perfectly.

Upon arriving at class, there were some other dudes that began talking to her which she quickly recognised as Alex’s buddies. She stumbled through the chit chat with them at first but it didn’t take long to get into talking about dude stuff that she’d never have been able to really understand before. But their chatting was cut short when their lesson started.

The lesson was all about fitness and muscle theory as well as dieting and the human body in general. Almost all of the more complex stuff would’ve gone right over her head before but now she was absorbing like a sponge. Like she was recalling stuff Alex had already learnt. It was odd to say the least she couldn’t say she didn’t like it. After all it seemed Alex was one of the best students in the class and most people, the teacher included, recognised that. It made her feel special and even a tad bit cocky considering she’d always felt mediocre in her fashion design course before.

By the end of the lesson Marcy left feeling more confident than ever with more of Alex’s memories rising to the surface. She puffed out her muscular chest with pride after saying bye to her new mates and began to ponder what she should do next. Usually she’d head home after college but something told her there was something else that needed to be done. Something else that her new body needed. That’s when it hit her. The gym. She had to workout if she wanted to keep Alex’s muscular and powerful body.

Upon arriving at the gym Alex usually went to however, Marcy couldn’t help but feel nervous. She’d hardly ever lifted weights before and she didn’t have the slightest clue as to how half of the machines even worked. That said she decided to start with something simple and hope the memories would just come to her over time.

She’d decided on working legs today so she began with some simple body weight squats to get herself warmed up. As she did she couldn’t help but notice how much easier it was. Where before she would’ve been feeling a burn at about 10 squats, now she could go at least to 20 before feeling it. It didn’t take long for her to not only get warmed up but already feel a bit of a sweat coming on. At which point she decided to peer around the room for her next exercise.

Just as Marcy had hoped it was all starting to come to her now. A routine for bulking up her legs was beginning to form in her mind. Piecing itself together gradually. Next on the list was split squats but something told her she wasn’t going to enjoy them. Yet she found herself a bench and a couple weights before setting up. She got into position, grabbing the weights and placing one foot in front of her while resting one on the bench behind. With that she began her first few reps and lord was her assumption right. Every decent she made felt almost hellish as both her legs and glutes were worked intensely. And after completing 10 she had to switch to the other leg! It felt like torture but at the same time every set felt so gratifying to complete. Safe to say the by the end she already wanted to collapse while sweating buckets. But she still had plenty more to go.

Thankfully a newfound drive to workout and build muscle allowed her to forge on through the rest of her workout. New memories entered her mind one by one allowing her to remember different exercises, each of which she tried. She made sure to get plenty of glutes exercises in there as well as she’d always loved guys that had big muscular butts. So much so that she could help but keep checking out her own one in the mirror constantly, loving how it strained against her tight gym attire.

Marcy continued to jump from exercise to exercise until her manly legs couldn’t take anymore punishment. She soon found her more or less hobbling out of the gym but she couldn’t help feeling great regardless. Through this experience she had gotten her first taste of how it felt to be so powerful with the kind of strength jocks like Alex had. It was amazing!

One thing she couldn’t ignore however was her stench. After such and intense sweaty leg workout, it was only natural that her new body had gotten a little musky again. She supposed that was one of the downsides to being a dude. Though she had to admit, she wasn’t as repulsed by the smell as she had been this morning. Perhaps it was just her adjusting to it now but honestly it didn’t smell that bad. Regardless she knew other people would have a different opinion so she planned on jumping in the shower as soon as possible.

The very second Marcy walked in the door to her shared apartment, she had a one track mind heading towards the bathroom. Only stopping to quickly say hi to her roommates before locking herself in there and getting undressed.

She tossed her sweaty gym clothes into a pile on the floor before stretching in front of the mirror, her naked male body on full display. It was strange. There were so many subtle differences between this body and the female one she’d had for her whole life before this. The curvature of her waist was less accentuated yet her upper body was much broader. Her hands and feet were much bigger which honestly she was still trying to adjust to a little. She’d been struggling to write on paper during college earlier today due to her meaty digits and she’d be embarrassed to admit how many times she’s caught her foot on things today. Another thing that she couldn’t help notice was the shape of butt. Of course she’d already had plenty of time to admire it while at the gym but she couldn’t help inspecting it again now. Instead of the softer heart shape it had once adorned, her butt seemed much more sculpted. It was a little smaller but also perkier at the same time thanks to all the exercise it gets.

“Yo Alex! Are you getting a shower or what? You said you weren’t gonna be long!” Shouted her other roommate Jacob.

“Yeah sorry! Now getting in!” Marcy responded, quickly turning on the shower to prove as much.

As the steaming hot water flowed over her body, Marcy noticed that all of the shower products she’d bought before had vanished only to be replaced with men’s shampoo and men’s body wash instead. She shrugged, grabbing the shampoo and rubbing it into her now short hair. And as she washed it out minutes later, she knew it was time for the body wash. The new man squirted a generous amount of body wash into her hand before starting to lather herself up with it. Running the soapy liquid over her thick pecs and down her abdomen, smothering it across her thick bulging arms and massive shoulders. There was no way she could deny how amazing it felt to simply touch her new body. She’d always wanted to feel Alex’s muscles and now she could! Her hands continued to wander further south, lathering up her admittedly very hard cock before getting some more body wash to rub across her muscular ass cheeks. Something that should’ve been so simple and routine as getting a shower just felt so erotic now. Even running her hands down her thick powerful legs felt incredible.

Even after she’d rinsed all the soap off, she continued to run her hands all over her new body. Worshiping and groping it until she once again found herself gripping her new cock. When she’d awoken this morning, as enthralled as she was to be in the body of her crush, part of her had still hoped she’d find a way back to normal. But now, after really knowing how great it feels to be a strong muscular dude with a cock between her legs, she decided she’d much rather stay like this! Even if it meant having to constantly put up with the musky scent of being a dude from now on. This was just too good to give up!

Marcy continued guiding her hand up and down her shaft, this time making an effort to stifle her groans so her roommates wouldn’t hear. Loving how her new manhood pulsed eagerly in her hand. Just like before she could feel that slow rising pleasure start to build as her balls began to churn, getting ready for what was about to come. Her movements grew faster and more erratic, having to place her free hand against the wall as her other went to town. Jerking her cock furiously until finally she shot Alex’s seed all over the shower walls…

She stepped out of the shower a few minutes later after having cleaned up her mess. Wrapping a towel around her waist before scooping up her clothes and heading back into her bedroom. As she finished getting dried, Marcy made her way over towards her bedroom window. The very same window at which she made her wish to understand Alex better. Now she could say for certain that she did. She dropped the towel to the floor, standing fully nude before the window once again, before making another wish. This time her only wish was that things could stay this way forever. That she could keep this muscular male body forever! To continue experiencing the life of a man. To explore the gay dating scene with other dudes. She wanted all of it! And luckily for Marcy, whatever had granted her wish the first time was more than happy to grant this one as well…

#male to female #male body swap #identity theft #male transformation #jock #musclegrowth #smell #magic #permanent #wish #accidental

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jasmines-library · 6 months

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14 years

WHUMPTOBER DAY 16: Prompt: Experiment. Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Torn from your parents at a young age, you were experimented on. Your body and your mind were altered until you no longer recognised yourself in the mirror. During your time with HYDRA, your only solace came in the form of Bucky Barnes' voice on the other side of the wall. That was, until he left. Now, years later you have the chance to meet him again.

Warnings: Human Experimentation, pain, minor mentions of blood and gunshot wounds, brain surgery? kinda.

Word count: 2.2K

Note: I don’t own the art work in the header. This has not mention of skin colour despite the image on the right, I was using it for the cybernetics. My work is for everyone to enjoy :)

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Darkness. It was all you had known since you were young and torn from your family’s arms. But that was years ago and you had long forgotten that touch could be tender. Since that fateful day, you lived in constant fear of the men who would drag you away from the little relief of sleep you got at night, although it consisted of curling up on a small mattress on the floor. You lived with the fear of waking up again and being forced through another day of poking and prodding in your mind. There was one voice that offered solace. You heard it drift through the vents many times, offering words of comfort. He had been there when you had arrived, soothing you of your nightmares when you woke up in a cold sweat. The voice would disappear for months at a time, until one day it never came back. Your blood ran cold whenever you began to think about what he had done. Part of you was certain that Hydra had done something to him - you knew he was defiant, and more stubborn than you, but all of you hoped that he had gotten himself out of this hellhole. Soon after his absence, without those gentle words drifting from the vents you began to feel less and began to gain control over your abilities. They had told you that emotions clouded your judgement and you had begun to listen without the defiance of your friend. But you supposed, that still wasn’t enough for them. You were never enough.

As part of your daily routine, you were forced awake at the crack of dawn. This time it was a bucket of icy water. Spluttering, and sitting up abruptly, you groaned when you realised the situation. You hated water; it messed with your cybernetics if it got in the wrong places and wasn’t dried properly, and a malfunctioning cybernetic caused you extreme discomfort; migraines and sharp pains where the metal was connected to your body and to your brain. Sometimes, in extreme cases they could cause seizures or body shut down. One thing you were certain of was that although Hydra were technical geniuses, they had no care about the effects their experiments had on their patients as long as they functioned enough to benefit them.

Dripping wet and shivering, you pushed yourself up onto your feet and were gripped harshly by the two guards. As they walked you forwards, your bare feet padded across the tiles. They were cold and bit at your skin. You were dragged through the corridors quickly and you tried to figure out where you were going, but everything looked the same in this facility; sickeningly pristine. When you saw the golden doorway, your chest constricted and you tried to push away, but they forced you into the room and towards the chair which sat in the centre of the square room. There were a number of unfamiliar faces dotted around the room, each tending to a laptop. It was the cart of tools next to the chair that caught you by surprise. It was lined with rows of screwdrivers and odd shaped instruments.

Shoved down unsympathetically you fell into the chair, and the blinds closed seamlessly around your arms. You furrowed your brow when the halo of machinery that sat aloft didn't descend into your face to cause you more pain. Instead a man slid in front of you on a chair. He spoke to you about your cybernetics. You had one that ran around your right temple and down your cheek, it was the one that connected to your eyes and allowed extreme accuracy, as well as the ability to identify anyone in the database- and that was a whole lot of people. You had two more; one which made up the entirety of your knee- that one was accidental. You had sustained it after a gunshot to the knee on a mission. The second was your largest. It was from just above the nape of your neck and down your spine. Many of the nerves in your spine here had been replaced by cybernetics, allowing for complete motor precision and effortlessness when moving. It also ran directly into your brain, altering its pathways to create an advanced way of thinking. Supposedly, this one was a problem. The man told you that when they had created this cybernetic, they had allowed you to feel too much, and this compromised you in missions. They said it was how you ended up with the machinery in your knee.

“You have to learn to comply.” The man told you bluntly. “And to do that, you must not let pests like the winter soldier interfere. He does not care about you, child. The only people who care about you are Hydra. Remember that. If you cannot learn that on your own then we must teach you a lesson.”

He reached slowly towards the tools, picking up a screwdriver and a small hand held object that sparked.

“No…No.” You shook your head.

He only moved closer, swivelling on the chair until he was positioned behind you. Then, with one swift movement, he began to fiddle with the machinery in the back of your head. You shrieked as the pain shot through your head as the screws were removed, unsettling skin and bone, but then came the agony of the machine as it sparked away, allowing pieces of the cybernetic to be shifted or removed. You clenched your jaw, grinding your teeth together to try and bite away some of the pain. The man continued to work, inching deeper into your brain. It hurt; a thousand agonies at once all trailing through your body. Your muscles twitched as he worked around your brain, alternating your wavelengths and your feelings. Soon, your body began to feel numb. The stabbing dulled down into throbbing and shortly after, you felt nothing at all.

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Get in without being seen, take out the enemy, get the data, get out. That was the mission. A simple routine mission that hopefully didn’t require you to ambush your way out. You didn’t like to pull the trigger. It was messy and there was an odd feeling that twinged in your stomach when you watched the bodies drop to the floor like a sack of flour. You couldn’t place it, you just knew that it felt wrong. Especially when they were innocent people. They were usually innocent, your cybernetic told you that much. But your programing stated that they were in the wrong place at the wrong time and would therefore compromise the mission and Hydra.

Sometimes, your mind would think that what you were doing was wrong. Sometimes you stopped what you were doing completely as you fought to keep a grip on a sanity that seemed more natural to you, though wherever you disobeyed, you were strapped to that chair again and experimented with until they made progress in a way that could get you to comply without fault.

You moved stealthily towards the door; it was heavy and made of metal. You could hear voices behind it, muffled by the thickness of the steel. You could place around three or four, and the sound of keyboards clattering away.

Reaching into the pocket of your suit, you pulled out a small device. It was round and attached onto the electronic mechanism of the door. Stepping back, you allowed it to work, listening to it whirr away and raising your dual pistols. When the device let out a burst of electricity and the door flung open, a set of heads turned towards you. You saw their names flash across your vision. Names, aliases, records, articles, all sorts of information that you processed and stored within your brain in seconds. It was the dark haired man who’s name failed to show up on your database that made you frown. If he was an avenger, surely Hydra would have something on him. You contemplated for a split second, before remembering your objective.

Before they had a chance to move, you had released a round or bullets into the room. Most, although accurately placed, ricocheted off of the trained soldiers armour or shields. One however found itself within the shoulder of a redheaded woman. Gunting in discomfort, she dropped, manoeuvring herself around the room to cut you off from the data. You tried to turn, only to collide with a tall blond. You ducked, rolling across the floor to escape his swing. You fired at him, but it was blocked by his circular shield. Turning to move, you came face to face with the woman again, blood dribbling from her shoulder. You backed away, trying to find a gap between the circle they had created around you. And that was when you realised you were trapped. Then, something blunt hit the back of your head.

The first thing you noticed when you awoke was that you weren’t lying on the cold floor. Instead you were chained to a hospital bed by a tight cuff secured just above the hydra insignia they had messily branded into your skin. There were tiny sicker-like pads pressed to your temples, monitoring your brain activity. They made you feel like a child again; helpless with no control.

The man who wouldn’t show up on your database was watching you from afar, leaning against the doorway with his metal arm folded over his other. You could see the angry scarring around it under the top he was wearing. It was similar to the ones on your face and your spine. His dark hair fell in front of his eyes and he tilted his head, studying your movements. You tried searching the database again for him, assuming that in the action your cybernetic scanners had failed to pick anything up, but once again his profile came up blank.

“Who are you?! You asked, furrowing your brow. Too many thoughts raced across your mind. If you were the enemy, why hadn’t they killed you?

The man frowned, inching hesitantly into the room. His moments were precarious as though he was trying not to frighten you. “You don’t remember me?”

That voice… you knew that voice. He had spoken to you before, a long, long time ago.

“Bucky..?” You queried. There was a name you hadn’t heard in a while. A name you unknowingly had yearned for everyday since he left you.

He smiled at you gently. You weren’t sure how you had really pictured him from the other side of the wall, but you weren’t disappointed. He had this gentle look about him as he watched you, though hidden behind it was a haunted look that only someone who had seen the worst could have. “Yeah Doll. It’s me.”

“You left.”

“I know, doll. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to leave without you but I had no choice.”

You sighed. “Why am I here, Buck? Why didn’t they just shoot me when they had the chance.”

“Because, Barnes is one annoying man.” Another voice chimed in from the doorway. He was an older man with tired eyes. He had a small beard too which sat below the hair above his upper lip. “He thinks that we can help you, like we helped him. Although, I don’t know if you deserve that considering you broke into our home, shot one of our agents and tried to take all of our data. Nat should make a full recovery, by the way.” He added just to jest.

“Stark-”

“You know I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask to get torn apart and pit back together over and over and turned into some weapon. I didn’t ask to be one of their little toys.”

Tony pursed his lips. Hot tears streamed down your face as years of your life replayed on loop in your mind. This feeling was something so foreign to you. You didn’t know how to comprehend it. Bucky faltered as he watched your mind fight itself, as you fought between what felt right and what you were told was right.

“Fourteen years. Fourteen years of pain and loneliness. Fourteen years of my life that I will never get back because they were spent being forced to do things that I never asked to do.”

Tony pondered for a moment, gaze lingering on Bucky. He saw how tender he was with you. He knew that Barnes could sympathise with you better than anyone could. They had given him a chance, so why were you any different?

“Call T'Challa.Tell him we need his help.”

Bucky beamed. After quickly reassuring you that he would be back shortly after your protests, he began to make his way down the hall, with a skip in his step. He couldn’t help but smile at the fact that you were going to get help. They were going to remove your programming, and you would be stripped of the confinement that Hydra had wrapped tightly around you like a boa constrictor. He knew that it would take time and effort, pain and trust, but he was willing to stand beside you for it all because he knew that slowly but surely, you would realise that you were safe. Slowly but surely, you would become you again.

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Note: I was listening to the song 14 years but guns n roses whilst I wrote this :)

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naptimecreature · 13 days

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ECLIPSSEEEE

I've been sitting on this design for ages but I think it turned out okay!!

Explanation and close ups under the cut!!

I wanted eclipse to be a separate body entity from sun and moon, and also for his design to be slightly older and more extreme per-se by having a more experimental design and colouring. Obviously I took inspiration from a lot of other artists Eclipse designs with the four arms and such. I also liked the idea of a hat like my moon design except with an extra dangly-bit thing(?) to show that there are three Daycare Attendants rather than two (as referenced by moons two pronged hat!!).

I also wanted to showcase that he operates in both dark and light environments through my shading, but I also decided to show this in the colour pallete with the dark contrasting the light colours.

I also didn't add any bells, this was because I was thinking that he'd be maybe a security guard of some kind or perhaps the bells weren't considered in the early stages of the Daycare Attendants design!

Finally, one of his hands is actually a Monty claw! He's got a very unfinished vibe to him I think, and i really liked the idea of maybe the paint being half-assed so it was visibly chipping away on this spare part.

Overall I really like this design and will definitely be drawing him again!!! (Maybe creating a more simplified version)

#eclipse #fnaf eclipse #fnaf daycare attendant #daycare attendant #dca #dca au #my art

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enteroctopusdarkysilis · 10 days

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✨Custom air Toa !✨

6/6, that’s the last one ! And the biggest one, too-

Closeups under the cut !

Front/back views

As you might notice, it is tall. And it has more than four limbs, which would not be a problem if it was the only one. But. It appears that all my green mocs end up with too much limbs, and I can’t fathom why. Really, another prototype standing on my desk also has for and so does the green hero factory one…You get the idea.

Anyway, the colour scheme for this one is dark green and silver, with some translucent bright green accents. Using only bright green would have brought too much contrast with the others Toas (notably the dark red one), but I had these cool pieces to use and no one else to put them onto. And since these are experimental…

The two supplementary limbs are intended as movement claws, given that we usually see air Toas moving in jungles (Lewa mostly, that is). The silver pieces at the front and back ends are respectively Kopaka’s skis and Pohatu’s foot pieces (shoes ?). The largest bits are made out of technic pieces directly, to give some simple angles.

Bust views

I find this silver/green chest piece really cool, it’s a shame I don’t have much of them. The two bright pieces on either sides are Vahki head pieces, and since their only connectors are on their relative tops (side of the piece in their actual orientation), you may remark that they are connected to nothing. I’m having the arm socket go through them, and the rest of the body’s shape avoid too many movements. While nice, this also limits the movement range of the arms, but it works well enough (these are not really made to play, anyway~). The two bright pieces with spikes are from a Ehlek. Wish I could have managed to put that one back together, but it instead served a higher purpose.

The Kanohi is Hordika Matau’s, with transparent Bohrok eyes underneath (it share this technic with my previous white Toa). The back piece is coming from a Piraka, but it’s actually a broken piece. I have quite a bunch of these, where the mask and flexible parts have broken off, so I make the most of it (like you might see in the future on another MOC). I’m using technic angle (type 3, to be precise) to keep the shape of the middle ones, but the others are free.

Finally, a (dismantled) leg view.

Finally, the leg segment !

The Toa was too big for proper leg showcase, my lights created terrible contrasts (shelf not deep enough…), so here is a stand alone leg instead.

Once again I have integrated the Metru chest piece to the leg, but as a foot this time. It offers a good stability and looks nice.

The next part doesn’t have much interesting bits, except that I’m using technic tubes to hold the additional piece, making this technic less illegal that my usual works (keyword : less; there is still a whole lot of stress on these poor pieces).

The top part is…somewhat more complicated. The frame is of technic pieces (like the additional limbs), which keeps together an immobile socket joint which keeps the double socket and two Bohrok feet (one for decoration, one connected to the hip socket). The double socket is used both to connect the two halves of the leg and to hold the small arm piece which is here only for decoration.

And that’s it for this series ! I’m hoping to bring them to next month’s exhibition, along with some Bionicle MOCs I haven’t showcased here because…shelf…Given the sheer size of my big project (posted here next week in theory), I’m gonna have to improvise something quickly, and profite of it to get some pictures of my other big ones while I’m at it. Eh, I’ll figure it out (and if I don’t, I’ll just delete that statement later :}

Thanks for reading, have a good day !

#lego #lego moc #bionicle #lego bionicle

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can you do lyney with introvert male reader, who lives in the water that is bit far from fontaine? Reader is hydro polearm user who mysterious won't go wet once out of water, including what he bought. He mysteriously unable to dissolve into water, despite being fontainer. He's distant to anyone, including furina(to her awkwardness), but will provide help in need. He doesn't mind lyney being part of fatui, since he's a good guy with good reason in his own rules, will shows protectiveness to save him and his siblings in case something happens, but won't hesitate to fight him or anyone for a reason that caught his attention

Yay! I love writing Lyney!!! I did my very best to include as many things in your request as possible so I hope you enjoy!! Thank you <3

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~Hydro introvert~༺}

CW: Male introvert reader! Evil men attempt to use Lyney and his siblings as leverage! Descriptions of fighting and fluff at the end!

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𑁍༄Lyney:

You gasped as the lights turned on, blinding you after you'd been left in the dark for what felt like hours...and revealing a large cage in front of you, in it Lyney, Freminet and Lynette, who despite the current situation, seemed delighted to see you. You on the other hand...were more than just panicked, "No! Let them go! You don't even need them! Please, they will dissolve in the water!"

"Hahaha...oh but you're very wrong, I do need them." Your eyes shot up to where a tall man stood on a tight rope, balancing in a brightly coloured suit with a sick smile on his face. You knew him well enough by now, the man who had attempted to trick you in to being his experimental guinea pig...and had failed all because Lyney had been there to see past the scheme, he knew you were different and even being apart of the fatui who could benefit from finding out why...he would never let anyone hurt you.

And you were going to do the same..even if it meant possibly giving up your freedom in the process, "You need them...so we can make a trade I'm guessing, my life...for all three of theirs?" You glanced in the siblings direction, your eyes meeting Lyneys long enough to see the worry behind them for you and his siblings.

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However the man on the tight rope seemed unbothered, actually he seemed rather amused by how attached you were to the people who not nearly as intriguing, after all you were the only person from Fontaine who couldn't dissolve in the water...who somehow was unaffected by all water in general and yet you'd give your life away for a diver, a magician and his assistant...how strange, "That's right, you allow me to find out the secrets behind your biology and I'll let the three of them go. Do we have a deal?"

You opened you mouth to respond, but Lyney beat you to it, "Absolutely not, he will never become your little lab rat! Whatever you do don't say yes! We'll find a way out of this!" You could see Lynette whispering something into his ear afterwards while the man above you groaned in annoyance, ready to start his studies and clearly done with the whole ordeal.

You made your polearm appear, unsure what the siblings had planned...but already assuming it would end in a brawl, "He's right! I refuse your offer! I want to live my life with the person I love and the few friends I have!" The man leapt from the rope to the ground, startling you and appearing far more menacing then he had moments earlier..."How rude...and here I was thinking we would have a agreement, seems I'll have to do things the hard way." He crackled his knuckles, a evil grin spreading on his face and making your skin crawl, you got into a battle stance, ready to attack.

CRASH

The two of you turned just in time to see one side of the cage fall to the ground, Freminet holding what was now a empty vial of jellyfish poison, which due to its high acidity...worked wonders against the flimsy metal bars, melting them so they could escape. Now there was no leverage...and even though a bunch of guards ran in to investigate the loud noise, they would be now trouble for the four of you.

You took the chance to attack the distracted villain, using your spear to hit the back of his knees, causing him to fall backwards against the hard wood floor. "Please allow me to make myself very clear...you try to hurt them again and I'll bring some primordial water with me, just remember, I'm the only one who's unable to dissolve because it. That makes your chances very low."

"My, you certainly sound menacing don't you." Lyney winked at you as he took down another guard with a stolen bow, his siblings doing the same and making a unstable team. Easy to say, you'd won this round and you'd probably find a way to win every one after too.

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a nice day*⁠.⁠✧

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin headcanons #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin x you #lyney genshin #lyney and lynette #lyney x reader #lyney x you #lyneyhcs #lyney headcanons #freminet #lynette

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nethartic · 10 months

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EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS

[ID: writing reading: Emergency commissions - $45USD. In the background there is an example chibi. To the right is an example icon. In the bottom left corner of the image is my dragon/dog hybrid fursona pointing toward the image and saying "I need to go in the MRI tube and it's expensive :(" /end ID]

Hello funny furries in my phone!!

I am in a bit of a sticky situation where I currently can't work because of acquired spinal injury and chronic illness - however need money for doctors appointments and imaging that I can't afford on government benefits. I am unable to take large amounts of work at the moment so will only be offering limited slots of the following, but may take more on if I am handling the workload okay.

The first 2 options are $45 as they take about the same amount of time to complete. I have just added 2 more options that are more expensive (as of 26/6).Can be either artistic freedom or give me some prompts. They won't come with a wip unless you explicitly request one as I aim to get these out as quick as I can. Please share - Info below the cut!

[ID: A fox/wolf hybrid showing a big toothy happy smile toward the viewer. He is coloured using shades of yellow, green, blue, purple, and pink. /end ID]

GRADIENT MAP ICON

Will use more than 3 colours, but pick 3 you want to see in the icon

You can give me an expression, or I can choose one at random

See complex characters image below for complex character additional fees

Can also make pride colour ones :>

[ID: Heading title: Chibi style. Style examples from left to right: A red, grey and white Maine coon cat. A dark blue unicorn with black and purple hair, and a white and purple fox. /end ID]

CHIBI FULLBODIES

Sketchier lines and more minimal shading than the icon

Transparent png

Any body type

See complex characters image below for complex character additional fees

[ID: Digital painting of Neo (dog/dragon hybrid) with liquid leaking from their eyes and mouth. The painting uses saturated shades of pink, puple, blue and orange. /end ID]

EXPERIMENTAL PORTRAIT

I can also do a loose bust portrait like this for 68 of your United States Dollars. The style is quite experimental but you can give some prompts or just give me your character + their personality and I will do the art thing!

[ID: A digital painting of Neo flying through the air coloured with highly saturated colours /end ID]

FULL PAINTING

Putting this one out there just in case (if anyone buys this I will close for any more slots) but I can do a painting like this for $900USD (20hrs work) or a less refined painting for $450USD (10hrs work). This might take a while though with my pain/fatigue and will include wips.

Wondering if your character is too complex? Check out this little guide I made:

[ID: A chart with increasingly complex designs and their additional costs. Extra limbs/complex markings are + $10, and wings/very complex markings are + $20. /end ID]

Note: Charge will be more on a full painting, the above is based on icon/chibi/bust style. To be discussed before the payment invoice is sent.

WILL/WON'T Draw:

WILL:

furries, mlp, feral

queer characters (pls give)

Mobility aids (free)

Any body type

NSFW/fetish/gore/adult content*

mechs at $20 extra charge

*(if you are wanting more extreme/niche adult content please discuss first. Won't do any illegal content, if it's fully legal but a bit questionable please run it by me first). Probably won't be posted to tumblr but won't charge private fee.

WON'T:

NSFW feral

Police/military

Accept commissions from minors

TOS and Payment

Payment through PayPal, but can do bank transfer if you live in Australia.

If you just want to throw me a couple of support dollars (I would love you forever), I have a Ko-Fi.

Please send me a DM if you are interested in a commission, I would love to work with you :D

Thank you so much for looking! Please share this around.

More about my situation

I have a family history of spinal issues (my dad had major spine surgery when I was 6, with his side of the family having consistent acquired spine injuries going back generations) and unfortunately my turn on the family spine came a good 10 years before 'normal'. I seem to have 2 separate issues co-occurring in the T and S sections of my spine which are causing gradual motor function loss and a LOT of pain. I have also had a mystery fatigue/pain condition which we are now about to confirm as fibromyalgia since about age 15.

After my legs nearly gave out at work last November during a particularly bad pain episode at work, I went and got an intial MRI that showed irregularities in my spine in the areas my pain comes from. I have gotten much worse since then so need new MRI's with added contrast dye which brings the price up quite a bit (it will be $4-500+). I quit my job in February under the impression that I just needed to rest for a bit and could go to a less intense job after 3 weeks. I honestly don't think I would have lasted much longer if I didn't quit anyway because I was taking close to or the 24 hr limit of panedeine forte at work just for the 8 hour shift (needed to drive so couldn't take stronger opioids + opioids make me feel HORRIBLE). I think my body was holding out until I had a period of rest because I began declining quite rapidly between February and now.

I have been using crutches to help walk/stand for about a month and a half now and I can't stand for more than an hour max (30+ mins is starting to push it tho), which is a HUGE contrast to 6 months ago where I was standing 32+ hours a week and moving around constantly. I've also gone from being able to comfortably lift 25-30kg to struggling with less than 10. These limitations knock out a LOT of jobs I'm qualified for (read: non-skilled, physical labour) - so trying to find answers for what's happening to me is very difficult and slow because I can't afford to just throw myself at specialists; and with the unofficial and slow death of bulk billing in Australia even my GP is getting too expensive. My partner is also disabled and receives DSP from the government so is not in a position to help finance my medical care because he is barely affording his own.

You're of course under absolutely no obligation to support me (and this isn't a sympathy post), but sharing this around would mean the world to me because I REALLY need to get some money together for medical care.

#Having a go at writing image descriptions let me know if I've done anything wrong :)#furry fandom #furry art #commissions open #emergency commissions #furry artist #artists on tumblr #physical disability #chronic illness #disabled artist #anthro #signal boost

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gorbalsvampire · 5 months

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Tag Nine People You'd Like To Get To Know Better

FAVOURITE COLOUR(s): Dark, rich purples and reds. Greens: British racing, chartreuse. Bottle greens and browns. Black and white contrasts. Glasz eyes are the most beautiful on Earth. Love a check or tartan pattern. I paint all my miniatures in cold blue/bronze or warm purple/brass contrast unless physically prevented from doing so.

FAVOURITE FLAVOUR(s): Rock salt and woodsmoke and paprika in a thin batter. Rich thick curry sauce - warm and textured, not hot-like-burning. Whole milk and sour cream. Fresh carrots and tomatoes - just chomp those fuckers down. Sourdough and soft cheese. Tea with an undertone of citrus or an abundance of honey. Mulled apples. Dirty chai. And above all, peppermint.

FAVOURITE MUSIC: Tradgoth and post punk (basslines you can slink to), trip hop (take me somewhere far away), post rock soundscapes (the more elegiac the better), prog (but more the Pink Floyd pomp rock than wildly experimental stuff), anything Jim Jarmusch or Polly Jean Harvey ever touch, sad country and sleazy swamp rocks. Music for people who want to crawl into a swamp, cop off, and drown each other.

FAVOURITE MOVIE(s): Franklyn. Withnail & I. Only Lovers Left Alive. I detest busy plotting and spectacle and run on vibes. But also, because sometimes I'm From The Nineties And Also British, Guy Ritchie's entire oeuvre. Sin City has a nice vibe even though it's a nasty piece of work. Possession (1981) and Nosferatu (1979) - I'll watch Isabelle Adjani in anything. Or Eva Green. Give me pale, deathless, insane women.

FAVOURITE BOOK(s): UGH! Anything by Terry Pratchett. S T Gibson's vampire stories. Anything by Susanna Clarke. Earthsea. The first four books of Anno Dracula. Anything by Laura Shepherd-Robinson. Alis Hawkins' Oxford novels. Seth Dickenson's Masquerade and Tamsyn Muir's Locked Tomb. The Wolf Hall trilogy. Sherlock Holmes and weird post-Holmes stuff from Obverse. T. S. Eliot, William Blake, Edgar Allen Poe, Sylvia Plath, and a raft of contemporary Welsh poets - Cath Drake, Katherine Stansfield, Christopher Meredith. If I had a guilty pleasure, Black Library novels (John French, Matt Farrer and Aaron Dembksi-Bowden) would be it.

FAVOURITE SERIES(es): Doctor Who, Lock, Stock..., The Biederbeck Trilogy, What We Do In The Shadows, LA By Night, The Thick of It and... Taskmaster. Taskmaster is my religion. I like seeing the Bit all comics do get tested to destruction. And podcasts: Poorhammer, the 40K Badcast. I get my hobby chat fix from those.

LAST SONG: :Of The Wand And The Moon:, 'Hold My Hand'

LAST SERIES: The Thick of It (rewatch).

LAST MOVIE: Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves (comfort rewatch, I've been poorly)

CURRENTLY READING: Viriconium by M. John Harrison.

CURRENTLY WATCHING: nothing

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: ideating a festive V5 one-off and new chronicles for next year, but otherwise taking it easy (I've been really poorly)

TAGGED BY: @silkenred

TAGGING: @heywizards @biomechanicaltomato @gwenynen-bach @gingerbeer-queer @robotslenderman

#this isn't vampires #but it was fun and someone asked #behind the masquerade

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factorialsotherfandoms · 4 months

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Prompt today is drugs so, um, there's your warning? Also unreality and hallucinations and that sort of jazz. There's mentions of nausea, but no actual throwing up.

Also Mike back today!!! In honour of this, we're not dealing with Forever as intended, or even Roier, but a tiny bit more Mike! It's apparently Tazercraft brainrot season baby!

(And given Kelp Cocaine is experimental, and we only know the first day's worth of effects... I don't have to research it ^^;)

The world exists in a turquoise haze. Colours fade in, and out, and twist and blend, but the turquoise remains. Nausea pulses with the beat of a drum that does not exist, or perhaps that uneven, scattered drum is his own heart. The lights are dimmed, but bright, heaving like the chest of a beached whale.

His fingers are numb, and his arms shiver with pins and needles. His legs float somewhere in an abyss, beyond comprehension or understanding. All is void and void is all, except where it isn't, except where turquoise light pulsates.

There's a buzz in his brain and a strange hum in his back and Mike can hear but not see. He tries to move his fingers, and nothing happens; terror begins reaching for him, his nervous system tipping his entire body into panic mode. His heart races, his breathing hitches, he cannot move even a single limb.

Panic, panic, panic and nausea and he can't even turn his head. Can't do anything but stare at the ceiling closing in and in and in and in and-

And something is missing but he doesn't know what, just that the pulsating thunder goes on and on and on.

/Get up/ his mind screams /get up, run, save yourself and save your friend/

What from? What's wrong? What's here?

All he can see is a ceiling growing closer and closer and closer and-

And his breathing continues to hitch. The drifting turquoise is consumed by the black, crushing in and in and in.

Mike is nothing, Mike is less than nothing; Pac is gone, gone, gone, and the world is turquoise and the dark keeps creeping creeping creeping in.

He tries to fight, to move, to scream - his head is agony, he needs to throw up, he cannot even twitch a finger, cannot even force his throat to swallow.

It happens, sometimes, but he cannot force it.

He wants to scream, but there's nothing to say and no one to hear and he's pretty sure he doesn't even have a throat to scream with and all he can do is watch as the black eats the turquoise eats the world eats his family and eats the Favela he needs to fix this he needs to save them he needs to do something something something something other than stare but isn't it pretty isn't it beautiful the colour the combination of his and Pac's very souls and-

And-

And...?

And he /needs/ to wake up, now, he needs to wake up!

...

... But how?

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp mike #mike mike mike mike mike mike mikethelink mike!!!!!#my boy my boy my boy my boy is coming hoooooome!!!!!!!#i wonder what fucked up shit he'll be up to and have done to him this time /affectionate

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annyoingkid · 1 year

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I genuinely have no idea. It will not happen soon, that is for sure, with Dreadwolf coming out this or next year. The fate of Dragon Age and Bioware in general depends on how Dreadwolf will turn out so there is that. I think Dragon Age II might be a bit of a problem here which holds back the idea of remastering the series. Remaking Origins would imply DA2 would get a remaster as well and this game needs something more than a simple visual upgrade.

With Dragon Age, at least in my opinion, the situation is much more complicated than with Mass Effect Trilogy. The three games released so far are too distinct from each other - the Legendary Edition kind of thing might do irreparable damage. In Mass Effect's case, the remaster was based on the third game's visual style and models, which resulted in the ME1 and ME2 losing their original vibe (I will not discuss it further since I could write a whole separate post about it). Mass Effect is forgiven to a degree though since all three games have the same settings and characters, there are returning localizations like the Citadel and Omega so the world still feels somewhat the same.

Dragon Age does not feel like one entity - everything changes every game, this series is much more experimental in various aspects. Dragon Age games are too different in their presentation - imagine Origins or Dragon Age II with Inquisition's visual style, which is aesthetically pleasing but very colourful and bright. This style does not fit the settings and would affect the storytelling as well. The player feels the horror of the Blight because of the world’s portrayal – it is dark and ugly, Kirkwall feels like a shithole and looks like a shithole. Another problem is that Dragon Age games are often quite inconsistent in their portrayal of various races - it is especially true for Elves and Qunari, if Bioware decided to go with one model, the Dragon Age 2's models would likely get replaced which is a shame. In this game, Elves were quite distinct, they were not just smaller humans with pointy ears and big eyes.

Therefore, Dragon Age games would need a much more individual approach if the artistic value of originals was to remain. If Bioware/EA decides to go with a separate remaster of each game the situation gets easier, in theory, but it would require a lot of work.

I think most of us can agree that Origins desperately needs a remaster. Honestly, I do not think it was ever a good-looking game even by 2009 standards. The biggest challenge besides upgrading visuals while saving the original aesthetics would be improving the game's mechanics without streamlining it and keeping it tactical like in the original. However, despite all that I think it is the easier game to tackle in comparison to its' sequel.

As I have already said Dragon Age II is a game that does not need remaster, it needs a remake. I do not think any other solution would do since many of the problems lie in the game's fundamentals. Improving only the visuals would face a massive backlash - the release of the original Dragon Age II was controversial enough as it was, and re-releasing an incomplete product would be stupid, even by EA's standards. Let's be honest, would EA want to commit to that? Dragon Age II is the least popular one in the series by a huge margin. When you look at posts on Tumblr or Reddit it seems like the game has grown on people a lot (I, personally, am fond of it in this slightly guilty pleasure way - it is not a good game but it had good ideas and wanted to do things differently). However, these online communities are only a small fraction of actual players and many people do not remember the game well.

Inquisition would be the easiest one out of the three, getting most likely only a slight upgrade. Even now, in 2023, the game still looks beautiful - I can honestly admit that even if I am not a fan of the entry. Easy money for EA. Inquisition would be more like ME2 and ME3 in Legendary Edition, the textures are in higher resolution and that is pretty much it.

#dragon age #dragon age origins #dragon age 2 #dragon age inquisition #*signs* i wish my relationship with dragon age was as uncomplicated as with mass effect

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k00280973 · 1 year

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Printmaking Workshop Part 2

I returned to printmaking for the second half of the day. I finished etching the details of the cardboard box onto the acetate and printed that a few times. I then tried to incorporate colour using blue tissue paper. This process was interesting, and included wallpaper paste. First I had ink the acetate as usual, cut out the shape on the tissue paper and then sprinkle wallpaper paste over the cut out. I defintely want to experiment more with this in the future.

The print on the left was the best one so far, i tried to distinguish the light and dark tones, I still made the mistake of making the figures appear lighter than they should, but I plan on doing another print at some point. The last print I tried was relief as opposed to the intaglio of the drypoint etching, this was just a quick experimental to see if it would actually work, I quite liked the contrast of this one. I might try this one again but roll the ink a bit more evenly as well as add lighter tones.

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padfootastic · 2 years

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So I'm going to be greedy and try for two in the WIP game. Feel free to only answer one if that's against the rules :P

Number 11 prongsfoot (because yay!!! there is never enough of those two imo) and Number 5 Walburga (because I am super intrigued and coincidently I also have a WIP titled that haha)

i’m so sorry for taking so long i blinked and 1567 days passed by; this is the first time i’ve had wi-fi on my ipad in like a week 😭😭

so, prongsfoot is my ~much awaited (lol) longfic that i’ve been thinking about for months (let’s ignore the fact i only have a couple thousand words written hehe) it’s v simple and v cliche but that’s how i like it. single dad james who’s a personal trainer + model sirius who’s tired of his meaningless life who runs away and visits his aunt cassiopeia which is, coincidentally, where james lives. they meet, sirius falls in love with both james and harry, and they get together. very uncomplicated & tropey as fuck bc that’s how i like it. here’s a snippet of that one 🙈

“Give me more credit than that, won’t you? I’ve known you for years now and never have I seen you as fed up with life than in the past few weeks,” Lily said, “Which is really saying something when you consider I was there for your little experimental hair phase back in ‘02.”

Sirius winced. “Jeez, okay, I get it, no need to pull out the big guns. No one wants to remember that disastrous period in life.”

“By which, of course, you mean you don’t want to remember it. It brings me great joy to talk about it time and again—“

“That’s because you’re a little gremlin.“

“—as a reminder of how even the greatest amongst us weren’t always this way.”

Sirius heaved a great sigh and once again contemplated his decision to sit beside the little red headed demon colouring her sun purple and river orange in Year 4.

“Anyway. As I was saying,” Lily said with a pointed cough, “I’ve been expecting this for a while now, so let’s skip the mushy stuff - please and thank you, love - and move right on to what you had in mind if not this.”

Aaaaaaand just as quickly, he was reminded it was because he himself preferred braiding his hair with flowers to keeping it short, and wearing glitter on his cheeks, even as far back as when he was eight years old.

He quickly leaned forward to press a light kiss on her cheek before replying, “How’d you know I have something planned? This could be my chance to go off-the-rails, y’know.”

“Sirius, you know I love you, but your definition of ‘letting loose’ is drinking aged whiskey in a solo cup—“

“Because it’s truly absurd.”

“—and I don’t think you could even take a shit without writing it down in your planner, so forgive me if I don’t entirely believe your, er—what did you say?—‘Going-off-the-rails’ suggestion,” she ended with a snort.

Ah, the mortifying ordeal of being known. Sirius sometimes really wished Lily wasn’t as perceptive as she was, but then it wouldn’t be her if that were the case, would it?

“Fine,” he sneered, “I was thinking of visiting Great-aunt Cassie down South.”

Lily blinked.

“Great-aunt Cassie, as in Cassiopeia Black, as in the slightly-unhinged-spinster-recluse who lives with her pet cheetah and teaches little girls how to wield daggers in her spare time—that Great-aunt Cassie?”

Walburga is,,,interesting. it’s a oneshot (?) i started way back in 2017 and i’ve tried really hard to salvage a snippet from the cringe fest but i just can’t 😭 i like the basic premise which is basically this: sirius, who’s very, very good at offensive & grey/dark magic because his family thighs it to him from birth, and he tries to reconcile himself, who he believes himself to be, who he wants to be with who he was moulded into (regardless of whether it was successful or not). it starts off with the marauders practicing diffindo and sirius having a particularly powerful spell, and goes on to show how walburga made him use it. it’s a bit…dark, that scene, and a little cartoonishly evil (which is why it makes me cringe now) but yeah, that’s basically it.

i’m now super curious about your walburga fic 👀 can i reverse ask for a brief/snippet myself? is that allowed?

#james potter #harry potter #i was SO excited for this fic i cannot #and it’s like i’ve lost all ability to write it now 🙃🙃#em i have so much respect for u i can’t even tell u #bc the fact that ur writing so consistently (and yes. it is consistent) plus so well is so !!!#bc it’s so hard i swearr

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kaylawilliams-photography-631 · 1 month

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Week 4_ Weekly roll / Photographic studio

CONCEPT_02

The second model I had was Daniélle. I didn't have any pre-planned concepts for her and decided to have more of a play around with lighting as by this stage I had troubleshooted a few things with lighting and exposure and felt more comfortable doing different framing, lighting, focal lengths combinations. She's a super bubbly person so I let that direct what I did a little (with the exception of some shots for the sake of lighting direction). In comparison to more serious shots I took of Aurelia, Daniélle was more bright and colourful in clothing, expression and body movement.

I shot half of the photos of Daniélle in the large white studio which I had booked for the first half of the day and then I moved to the small white studio for the latter half. Initially Cornelius explained that the middle studio isn't suited for people photography due to the amount of space you're restricted to but I did find this pushed me to try some more experimental combinations.

The first 6 shots were taken with the same set up as the last few shots from Aurelia. I then changed to the 50mm lens and expanded my frame of view a bit to do some full body shots. During this set up I started to have a play with some props I bought with me (some $4 plastic table cloths in gold, silver, rose gold and transparent irredescant) which I brought in more in later shots. Around the middle I also discovered the gels and starting playing with the different effects they have on lighting (learnt that they dull the light significantly - especially the darker ones).

My chosen shots from concept 02.

I explored the most diverse range of lighting situations with Daniélle. Definitely had more fun the later shots using the irredescent plastic.

I will make note on a few of the shots above...

(1) this lighting situation was great but ended up feeling too stark and artificial. I definitely had the fill lighting quite bright on this and could have knocked it down. The wider angle I was working with (the 50mm for this one) was a nice change from the tighter shots I was getting with the 100mm. I think to complete my vision of this shot I would've liked a colour background - which for the scale of this assignment is a bit much but would've suited the style I was going for.

(3) Could've done with better loop lighting around the nose and under the chin.

(7) Definitely a higher contrast/high key image. I like the Rebrant lighting i got with that angle though and the catchlight brings out her dark eyes as well.

(8) I think an improvement on this shot would be turning the subjects head to get more rembrant lighting on the left side - either in the direction of shot (7) or more font on. I think by this point though I had more than enough front facing shots.

(9-10) More depth + contrast > lower aperture?

CONCEPT_03

The third model I had was Joel (more of an impromptu model). But got some more playful/experimental shots when he sat in the set up.

During this part of the shoot both Joel and I got some shots of our own however, I took mine of the studio camera (so the lights were used). Whereas Joel got his using the modelling lights and shooting around the subjects and interacting with the props. Interestingly Joel's photos got some really interesting angles and lighting situations. I noticed the same thing occured with Aurelia when the lights weren't syncing with the camera - there was an interesting dynamic with the lights. I'm interested to revisit the studio and explore shooting around just using lighting situations I can create with the modelling lights.

When I was in both studios I had the room lights turned off so it would be interesting how everything would look with them on and see what effect they have to the ambient light in the room. I would also be keen to take my reflector in with me to see what difference that could make in the space (beyond just having a black or white reflector). I think in these shots below they would have helped to create the depth I wanted.

My chosen shots from concept 03.

These were definitely impromptu shots I got at the end of the day so at this stage I was just having fun with different gel combinations.

Critically I would say the top shot with the dark blue gel was a really nice one, however I don't think there's enough contrast on the face and between the background and subject. Increasing the intensity of the key light on the right as well as the fill light on the left just for this shot would have helped that. The reflector dish light illuminating the backdrop was just right, enough to bring out some highlights. Perhaps even more intensity to create a backlight around the subjects hair would also distinguish him from the backdrop. I am yet to use one of the lights as a kicker for this effect so that would be good to try next time. I think also getting catchlight in one eye would create more depth too (like the next photo).

This shot is slighting over exposed on the left side of the subjects face and has no lighting on the opposite cheek. The lighting doesn't illuminate as much of the right side as I would've liked and perhaps more intensity of that light would have create better light on that side. I do like the DOF in this shot - with his face forward from his chest there are interesting points in focus.

This and the final shot I chose turned out pretty well - especially in combination with the colours Joel was wearing. I think the improvement here, as with similar shots I got of Daniélle would be to reduce the key and fill lighting a little and/or reduce the backlighting to create more depth.

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