#this took me 5 minutes in gimp

[monochromereflections]

Having a very normal one tonight

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #poorly drawn lines #hosea matthews #dutch van der linde #this took me 5 minutes in gimp

[alpineshepherdbadboy]

there’s been three major character deaths so far: suicide by fire, suicide by bullet-in-the-head, and murder by bullet-in-the-head. i feel like a good ol’ murder by fire would just really balance things out. anyways, apropos of nothing in particular, i made this:

#photoshop realized i'm no longer in college so i had to use gimp #i shouldn't have to spend more than like 5 minutes on a joke edit but this took me a good 20 #was it worth it? you tell me dear reader #better call saul #lalo salamanca #nacho varga #chuck mgcill #howard hamlin #boyfriends who watch their lives crumble before them together end up on opposite sides of the scales together #idk #bcs s6 #bcs spoilers #suicide cw

[teeny-tiny-revenge]

It's home cinema manufacturing time! 🏴‍☠️ Gonna put my pirate show on my shelf! (I'm doing an Arts and Crafts Project and I'm making it everyone's problem.)

After seeing how much they cost, I abandoned the idea of getting a Blu-ray writer for now. For the time being, good old DVDs is what it's going to be! My TV is old and not very big, so DVD resolution is gonna be fine.

It's been ages since I last burned a DVD. For the full experience, I'm gonna create nice menus and pretty sleeves for the boxes. Graphic design is my passion! Um.

Well. First needed to find a program to do stuff with. I'm a Linux guy, so I'm using Devede. (Which is free, btw. In case someone else wants to do a low cost spot of putting pirate show on the shelf.)

DVDs fit a maximum of 120 minutes of video. So, four episodes, I thought. But after a quick attempt, the program refused to do more than three (maybe because of the menu also taking up space, and four episodes cutting pretty close to the 120 min mark?). Anyway, three episodes per disc it is. It's a pretty nice runtime for watching the entire disc, IMO. An hour and a half, and then you can return to reality to realise you should probably eat something, or go to bed because it's midnight.

OFMD with its current two seasons has a total of eighteen episodes, which is divisible by three. You get the following setup:

Disc 1: Pilot, A Damned Man, The Gentleman Pirate - That's pretty good, Stede's introduction to piracy all on one disc!

Disc 2: Discomfort in a Married State, The Best Revenge is Dressing Well, The Art of Fuckery - All bangers. Great to watch together, our boys meet and shenanigans happen!

Disc 3: This is Happening, We Gull Way Back, Act of Grace - Many romantic moments, lots of great scenes, shit hits the fan at the end there. Alright!

Disc 4: Wherever you go, there you are, Impossible Birds, Red Flags - ... Pain and angst! What have I done!?! The disc of horrors. Gotta make sure to have tissues at hand when I watch this. But hey, it also has messy bun Ed! Small mercies.

Disc 5: The Innkeeper, Fun and Games, The Curse of the Seafaring Life. - Another disc with all winners. I love all these episodes so much! (You can watch this disc to recover from the trauma of the previous one!) But seriously, this one slaps.

Disc 6: Calypso's Birthday, Man on Fire, Mermen - Great combination again. Season finale! Love and excitement!

... Honestly, except for the psychological damage of putting all the most painful episodes together, this is coming out pretty cool. Says a lot about how good the show is. I actually really love all the episodes (yes even the painful angsty episodes of massive depression). Thinking about this little project really reminded me how much I love this entire show.

So, we got a tracklist, now menus, then we can burn this stuff!

I did the menu backgrounds in GIMP. Realised I have a big folder full of screenshots I took myself, screenshots someone else took and posted on Tumblr, official promo pics for the show, and I have no idea anymore where most of them are from, because I named the files according to what's on them. Which is useful for when you want to find pics (Need a picture of cursed suit Stede? I have files named that, easy peasy!), but not so great if you wanted to give credit to whoever took a given pic you used. (It's probably @sherlockig or @ofmd-ann or @blakbonnet. Please feel credited, your beautiful screens and gifs brighten my day, and some of them are now probably part of my DVD menus. Shrunk down and cropped, but, yeah.)

I originally wanted to structure my menus as having the title of an episode, then some pics from it, then the next episode, then pics from that, and so forth, but I couldn't convince the program to give me the necessary padding between the menu items, so I ended up just putting the episode images below the menu. Still like it.

Anyway, DVD menus can also play sound! Behold a crappy video of my beautiful creation (provided entirely for sound):

It plays Gnossienne N°5!

More crappy pics of my other disc menus:

Gonna make them some nice sleeves next. Some day. Gotta make sure they all work properly first. So. I'll be on my sofa, watching my DVDs. With menus! (Edit: here are!)

#piracy ho! #ofmd #teeny rambles #ofmd dvds

[twinsimming]

Yoga Mod by Twinsimming & Alunn 🧘🏾‍♀️

This mod brings the yoga activity from The Sims 4: Spa Day to The Sims 3. Originally created by Alunn, I recently took over to add additional features and bring it to release!

This is a script mod that can be placed in your Packages folder. It was built and tested on 1.69 but should work fine on 1.67.

Overview

New Object: Yoga Mat

4 New Interactions

49 Converted Animations

10 Yoga Poses

Objects

Entertainment -> Sporting Goods

The Perfect Yoga Mat: two channels | §130 |

Zen Again Yoga Mat: two channels | §125 |

| All TS4 presets included and base game compatible |

The yoga mat is draggable in Live Mode and can be placed in a sim’s personal or family inventory.

Yoga Mat

Using any of the yoga mat interactions will build the Athletic skill (except for Children), though some more slowly than others. As your sim’s skill increases, they will learn new yoga poses and improve on their execution of previous ones.

A sim’s Athletic skill also determines how long they can use the mat before becoming Fatigued* (anywhere from 4-7 hours):

Skill Level 1-3 (Poor/Novice): 4 hours

Skill Level 4-6 (Normal): 5 hours

Skill Level 7-9 (Skilled): 6 hours

Skill Level 10 (Expert): 7 hours

*Children will always get Fatigued after 3 hours.

Your sim won’t gain muscle, lose weight, or become more fit from using the mat, but they will fulfill any generic workout related wishes. And sims won’t lose Hygiene as fast as they would using other athletic equipment.

Sims aged Teen and up will switch into their athletic outfit, take off their shoes before using the mat, and put them back on when finished. Children will switch into their athletic outfit, but leave their shoes on.

Pregnant sims can use the mat in any trimester!

Interactions

Practice Yoga (Child and Up): Raises Athletic skill, gives sims the Tranquil moodlet after 2 hours, small boost to Fun need

Do Yoga Routine… (Teen and Up):

Stress Relieving (Level 3 Athletic Skill): Boosts Fun need, gives Tranquil moodlet, slowly raises Athletic skill, can be used even when sims have the Stressed moodlet

Mind Balancing (Level 5 Athletic Skill): Boosts Social need, gives Tranquil moodlet, small boost to Fun need, slowly raises Athletic skill

Energy Centering (Level 7 Athletic Skill): Boosts Energy need. gives Tranquil moodlet, small boost to Fun need, slowly raises Athletic skill

By default, yoga routines will only boost their specific needs up to half way, so don't think your sims can forgo a good night's rest or talking to a friend in favor of a tree pose or two!

Poses

Boat Pose

Bridge Pose

Downward Facing Dog

Half Moon Pose

Handstand

Lord of the Dance Pose

Side Plank Pose

Tree Pose

Triangle Pose

Warrior Pose

Autonomy

Sims with the Athletic skill, Martial Arts skill, Athletic trait, or the Disciplined trait will be drawn to use the mat autonomously. Sims will also be drawn to the mat when it is placed on a Gym, Dojo, or Chinese Garden lot type.

Tuning

All of the following values are tunable in the mod’s XML file:

Minutes to Add Fatigued Poor/Novice, Normal, Skilled, and Expert

Minutes to Add Fatigued Child

Minutes to Add Tranquil

Conflicts & Known Issues

- As this is a brand new scripted object, there shouldn’t be any conflicts.

- Teen sims sink a bit into the mat on certain animations because The Sims 4 doesn’t have shorter teens to convert animations from.

- If a laundry basket/washer/dryer has been placed on the lot, when sims take off their shoes to use the yoga mat, a pile of clothing will spawn.

Supported Languages

English

French (thank you MissPat!)

Brazilian Portuguese (thank you CupcakeLeaf and cabrera80!)  [Added 11/5/22]

European Portuguese (thank you David Manaia!)  [Added 11/8/22]

Credits

EA/Maxis for The Sims 3 and The Sims 4, Visual Studio 2019, ILSpy, SmoothJazz, Blender, s3pe, TSRW, Sims4Studio, Milkshape, and Gimp.

Thank You

First and foremost, I want to thank Alunn for kick-starting this mod and allowing me to continue improving it! 

Thank you @greenplumbboblover and @zoeoe-sims for helping with the early programming. Thank you mbottle, Jathom95 and @enable--llamas for being early testers in the beta thread.

And to all of the folks in the Sims 3 Creator Discord who helped me with coding, animations, ideas, and testing: thank you Battery, @flotheory, TheSweetSimmer, and @misspats3​!

Download @ ModTheSims

#sims 3 #ts3 #sims 3 mods #ts3 mod #download #my cc #my mods #yoga mod

[thenightlymirror]

I am in the middle of a manic episode, so left work early. Took it easy, and went to bed at 5:30pm

Last week, Thursday, I woke up in the middle of the night realizing that a monument was installed in the wrong place. 1.5 feet too far to the right. I watched the granite company install this monument in the snow, and even then, I had no idea. I simply could not see what I was seeing. I got out of bed, showered, and drove to the cemetery early in the morning fog. There was a car already there, strangely enough. They left as I pulled up.

See, the counselor knew. That wasn’t the person there. I still have no idea who that was. But they sent me an email right before the blizzard, and it has been under snow and ice this whole time. When I went out there to install, I thought, no this is perfect.

Grounds has done nothing for me since before Christmas. Neither have my engravers (since Thanksgiving). All week, I have been waiting for one dry day to get things done.

That day was today.

I’ve been listening to a lot of Title Fight.

One of the counselors went on vacation, and right before, she handed me a file and said a family wanted a bench and had no idea what they wanted it to look like. They just had some stock photo of a sunset they wanted to use.

I asked her to give me just one sheet, one sheet with the names and everything, and she spasmed and shouted that she couldn’t! She just couldn’t right now. Jesus.

I wasn’t going to touch it at all, but it occurred to me that it might be pretty cool to have designed a bench right in the middle of the cremation garden. So, after getting home on Friday night, I sat around doing nothing for a few hours, and then drove back to the cemetery at night to take photos of the existing bench.

Anything could happen.

I came home and taught myself how to use Inkscape, a kind of free Illustrator. That took a minute. This was after I spent a night using GIMP to construct pasted together ideas. I honestly was so pumped up by my delusions of grandeur that I forgot I was cobbling together clip art from what looked like the world’s worst lower back tattoo.

So, I didn’t sleep for a few days.

Everyone else gets days off, but not me. For the last few months. Harper is always off. My bosses were out for the whole holiday black-out period, which made it seem like it was blacked out specifically so they could vacation.

When I try to fall asleep, I just have Title Fight’s “27” blasting in my head at what feels like an astonishing volume. That, or Cursive, or Joyce Manor, or Braid. I should have known I was going into a manic episode when I stopped compulsively listening to Elliott Smith. I always tell myself, don’t listen to Elliott Smith, you’re gonna trigger yourself. Well, it usually takes a week or two.

It wasn’t so bad. Sure, life is unbearable, but it could be sharply wounding, and it isn’t quite that.

I missed dinner with my friends tonight, which is fine. Last week, I was backing out of my friend’s driveway and sailed on the ice directly into her car. They’ve been a little frosty since. Though, that’s usually the case.

I watched Frank Capra’s You Can’t Take It with You, last week. It’s such a perfect little anarchist film. Like It’s A Wonderful Life, but a little further down the road. Harper mentioned she played Alice in a high school play once. I expressed familiarity, and she looked at me differently for the rest of the week, like I had actually seen her. It was nice. Alice in the movie does some incredible things, like getting introduced on screen picking up a telephone receiver with her mouth. She’s always moaning, “Tony!”

Is it morning yet?

[royalpanmeister]

this came to me like a vision of hell

#hlvrai #half life vr ai #benry hlvrai #benrey hlvrai #wayneradiotv #this took me 5 minutes in gimp and i made this as a custom texture for gmod so that's why it's so damn tiny rip #but anyway yeah i thought it would be a good idea to post it here reblog for gay rights for benry i guess #gay shit

[impalas-r-important]

Love of my Life - (3) Movie Night

Summary: Y/N and Nick find a way to fill their free time, followed by a movie night.

Warnings: N/A

Series Masterlist

It had been a few weeks since Nick had come to stay at Bobby’s house and the three of you had grown fond of him. You had spent a fair amount of time with Nick, helping him with what he needed, but also just hanging out. You hadn’t been waking up depressed for the first time since you had come back to life. Sam and Bobby went on a quick salt and burn case a few hours outside of town, leaving you and Nick with the house to yourselves. You were sitting on the front porch in a rickety old rocking chair enjoying the sun that had peaked through the clouds on a surprisingly warm February afternoon.

“There you are.” Nick opened the front door and peaked his head out. “Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all.” You motioned to the chair next to yours.

He sat down with a sigh. “Wow, it feels great out here.” He remarked. “I’m going a bit stir crazy inside that house.”

“I feel you there. Cases have been few and far between lately. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for a little break now and then, but I feel like I should be shooting something.”

“Yeah…” Nick nodded, and a smile grew on his face. “Wait here. I’ve got an idea.” He hobbled inside as quick as he could which entertained you. A few seconds later, he came out with a full garbage bag.

“What in the world are you doing?” You asked as he carefully made his way down the steps and towards a rusted, beat up car that had clearly been used for target practice a few times. He set the bag down on the ground and pulled out empty soda and beer cans, lining them up on the hood and the roof of the car. Nick had tucked a 9mm gun into the back of his belt, which he pulled out and handed to you.

“Ladies first.” He flashed a bright white smile at you, and you took the gun from his hand. You walked over to the porch railing and lined up the cans, quickly picking them off one by one until the clip was empty. You ejected the clip, spun the gun around in your hand (a trick you had learned from Dean) and returned it to Nick.

“Oh, damn.” Nick whistled. “I like a girl that can handle a gun.” He looked you up and down.

“Oh, I can handle much more than that.” You winked at him and reloaded the clip. Nick set up more cans and took his turn. He hit every one of them, just like you.

“Alright,” you nodded, “new guy can hit a can from 20 feet away. Let’s up the ante.”

“What do you have in mind?” He mischievously smiled at you.

“Give me ten minutes.”

You went inside and grabbed your sniper rifle. You were so excited to buy this thing, but you’d only ever had the opportunity to use it once. This was the perfect excuse for some practice. You slung it over your back, grabbed a few rounds and headed back outside.

“Now we’re talking!” Nick’s face lit up when he saw the gun you were carrying. You set it down on the porch and picked up the bag of cans, walking to the other end of Bobby’s salvage yard and climbing a ladder to reach the top of an old shed. You set up 5 cans for each of you and returned to the porch.

“Best of 5, loser makes dinner and cleans up the cans.” You explained the rules to Nick as you loaded 2 clips with 5 rounds in each magazine. “Ladies first.” You mocked as you held the rifle out to him.

He slowly took a few steps towards you, giving you a playful look with his tongue pressed to his top teeth. He towered over you for a few seconds, keeping eye contact as he took the gun from your hands and gave you a competitive yet flirty look which you returned. He set up on the small table on the porch and took his aim.

His first shot was a miss. “Relax, relax. Don’t get too excited just yet.” He waved his hand at you. “That was like a pancake, first one is always a tester.”

You put your hands up in the air. “I didn’t say anything.”

He readjusted and cracked his knuckles, looking into the scope. The next 4 were hits. Nick pulled away from the gun and began to eject the clip. “4 out of 5 ain’t too shabby. I’m thinking I’m in the mood for a steak dinner.” He teased.

“Alright, fine. I’ll admit it, you’re good.” You picked up the magazine with your rounds sitting on the table and added one more bullet to it as you brushed passed him and whispered playfully, “but I’m better.” Nick raised his eyebrows at you and watched as you knelt down, calibrating the scope to your needs and fired of 5 rapid shots, hitting each of your cans, before using your added bullet to knock down the can that he had missed. You flipped your hair behind your shoulders and looked over to see his reaction. He was looking you up and down and quickly looked away and blushed when he noticed you had caught him staring.

“You know what, steak dinner does sound good.” You winked, sauntered over to him and handed him the bag to pick up the cans from the yard. “Come on, I’ll help. I’m not going to make the gimp clean them all up.” You walked down the step and bent over to pick up cans. Nick joined you.

“Let me ask you something, Y/N.”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“I had obviously heard of the Winchester brothers, but I had heard a fair amount about you as well.”

“Oh? Like what?” You were caught off guard that the hunting community knew who you were.

“Stuff like how you look like the girl-next-door, but you could take down 5 demons by yourself.”

You chuckled. “That was one time, and I probably got lucky.”

“I mean, clearly, you’re a dead shot. I just witnessed that with my own eyes. Everyone also talked about how you were absolutely beautiful,” he paused and looked at you with a small smile, “which I can testify to be more than true.” This made your heart skip a beat and you tried to fight the blush you could feel creeping onto your cheeks. “But they all said you were off-limits because you were Dean’s girl, and Dean would kill anyone who even looked at you the wrong way. Maybe it’s none of my business, but what happened between you two? From everything I heard, you were inseparable, but here I am flirting with the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and there’s no Dean around to stop me.”

You weren’t completely sure that you wanted to talk about this, but you trusted Nick. What happened between you and Dean was over and talking about it was just part of the process of moving on. You took a deep breath and threw a can into the black garbage bag. “I ended up dying in the big showdown with Lucifer. Maybe I was being a reckless idiot, but he was beating the crap out of Dean and I couldn't just stand there and let Dean die."

“Oh, wow. I didn’t know that…” Nick gave you a sympathetic look.

“Sam and I were brought back pretty soon after that. We were confused and went to go find Dean, figuring he had made some sort of dumbass deal to bring us back. I was completely unprepared to see him already living with another woman. He had moved on, which he had every right to. I mean, I didn’t think that I would be back from the dead, and I’m sure he didn’t either, but I was devastated that he had moved on so quickly. I guess he didn’t love me as much as I loved him. Sam and I kept Dean in the dark for a year about us being back because he had a new family and seemed happy. Who were we to take that away from him? But it was a rough year for me. He is, or I thought he was, the love of my life. He was everything to me, and it turns out I was just another girl to him. That was a hard pill to swallow.” You looked around for more cans to pick up but didn’t find any and switched your focus to kicking rocks instead. “He found out that we were back because we had to intervene after some Djinn were trying to kill him and Lisa and Ben. Dean convinced us to make Bobby’s house our home base and stay here in between hunts. He and I have barely talked about our relationship, but it’s been pretty clear the whole time that he’s done with me. Dean and I would always talk about getting out of the hunting life and building a farmhouse in some small town in the middle of nowhere. Maybe even starting a family. But he found that with someone else and I wouldn’t want to break up his newfound happiness.”

“Damn.” Nick joined you in kicking rocks with his non-booted foot as the two of you walked back to the house. “Well, if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m a pretty good listener.” You nodded and he could tell that you were done talking about this. “Now let’s go buy some steak. I don’t mean to brag, but I’m pretty much a grill master.” He gave you a warm smile and placed his hand on the small of your back as you walked up the steps. “Hey, Y/N, did you really punch the Devil in the face?”

“Yep. I didn’t know what else to do when I was standing face to face with Lucifer. That smooth move got me killed.” You shrugged.

Sam and Bobby got home that night while Nick was out back grilling up some steaks.

“Something smells damn good.” Bobby remarked as he entered the house.

Sam inhaled and exhaled. “Smells like steak to me.” A smile came across his face as you walked in the back door holding a plate of sirloins.

“Welcome back boys! That was a quick case.” You gave them each a quick side hug.

“Yeah, fairly simple.” Sam licked his lips. “But enough about the case, let’s talk about those steaks. I haven’t eaten all day.”

“Nick lost a little competition we had earlier. He owes me a steak dinner, but if you ask nicely, I might share with you.”

“Me too?” Dean asked as he walked into the house.

“Look what the cat dragged in. I thought you had forgotten about us.” You greeted him. “You gotta earn your keep though, sorry.” You teased him.

“What do you mean?” Dean playfully frowned.

“I won our shooting competition earlier, Nick is on grill duty, and Sam and Bobby just got back from a hunt. What did you do to deserve steak?” You raised your eyebrows at him.

He held up a plastic bag with DVDs inside. “I brought the movies.” He looked at you, waiting for approval.

“Hmm… Did you bring chocolate to go with those movies?” You interrogated.

“Come on, Y/N/N, I know you too well.” Dean reached in the bag and pulled out 3 of your favorite chocolate bars before dropping them back in.

You gave him a childish smile and ran over to him. “Yay!” You grabbed the bag from him and handed him the steak plate. “I’ll get the movie going.” You explained as you walked into the living room.

Dean smiled at you and watched you walk away, his eyes and smile lingering a little too long. Sam noticed and cleared his throat to break his brother’s stare. Dean snapped out of it quickly and looked to the ground before walking into the kitchen with the steaks. Nick had finished cleaning off the grill and followed suit.

“Hey, the whole gang’s here.” Nick smiled and greeted everyone.

“How you feelin’ kid?” Bobby asked as he put a heaping pile of mashed potatoes on his plate.

“A lot better. The ankle still gives me trouble, but it’ll heal sooner or later.” Nick dished up a plate of his own and grabbed an extra plate as well.

“Two plates, huh?” Dean noticed and asked. “You must be hungry.”

“One’s for Y/N. I lost a bet from earlier today, so I suppose I get to be her waiter.” He joked.

“Well don’t worry about, I’ve already got one started for her.” Dean held up the plate next to him that he had already put a steak on.

“Oh, okay. Thanks, man. I can finish it up if you want?”

“It’s fine, I know how she likes everything.” Dean’s response was short with hints of possessiveness and anger behind it. Bobby could tell and whacked the back of Dean’s head as soon as Nick had left the room.

“Don’t be stupid, Dean. The kid’s got a crush on Y/N, give him a break. He’s a good one.” Bobby warned.

You were sitting in the middle of the couch and Nick sat down on one side of you as you skipped through the commercials before the movie. He leaned in and whispered, “I don’t think Dean likes me very much.”

You giggled and answered, “Dean’s like that with everyone he meets at first. Don’t take it personally.” Dean walked in the room with your food and handed it to you as he sat down on the other side of you.

“Extra mashed potatoes and gravy on everything, just how you like it.” Dean sat his plate down on the coffee table.

“Great,” you thought to yourself, “sitting in between Dean and Nick for a whole movie isn’t going to be weird at all.”

Sam was sitting in the armchair next to the couch and you sent a “help me” look to him, and he just responded with a shrug. You exhaled as quietly as you could and picked up the remote from the table and pressed play.

“Alright, Caddy Shack! I love this movie!” Nick said with a mouthful of food.

Dean loved this movie too, and you could tell he wanted to say something about the movie to Nick but was holding back out of pride. It was going to be a long night.

As soon as the movie was over, Nick stood up and cleared the plates. “I’m beat. I’ll see you guys in the morning.” He shot an extra smile and a quick wink your way. Dean noticed and had to keep himself from balling his fist.

“I’m calling it too, night guys.” Sam gave a wave and headed towards the stairs, leaving you and Dean on the couch together.

“So, any fun plans for your birthday coming up?” You pulled one leg up on the couch and placed your elbow on the back frame, resting your head in your hand and facing Dean.

“Oh, no I don’t think so.” He stretched his legs out on the table and slid one hand behind his head and the other laying on the back of the couch, resting on your arm.

“What? You love your birthday!”

“I do not!”

“Yes, you definitely do! You play it off like you don’t, but we all know it’s your favorite holiday.”

“Yeah, yeah…” He gave you a side smile that made your heart jump a bit. You had to remind yourself that he wasn’t flirting with you, just being nice. It was rare that you and Dean were ever alone together anymore, but it felt natural.

“A few years ago, you literally made me celebrate ‘birthday week’ with you. Remember?”

“I woke you up at sunrise and we drove cross country to see the Grand Canyon.” Dean smiled, clearly getting lost in his reminiscing. “Then we couldn’t find even the crappiest motel room to stay in, so we slept in the Impala and it was freezing. That was my favorite birthday.”

“Well, I’m still planning on making your birthday pie. If you want me to, that is.”

“Hell yes I do! I’m thinking classic apple. Yours is still the best I’ve ever had. I dream about swimming in that pie sometimes.”

“You got it, birthday boy.”

“Do you remember the first time you made me pie for my birthday?”

“Of course I do. It was horrible. I practiced a lot between then and the next year and you have to admit, I’m pretty damn good now.”

“I just remember the look on your face when I walked into the kitchen and you were covered in flour. I wish I had a picture of that moment.” Dean threw his head back in laughter.

“I wanted it to be a surprise! I didn’t think you’d be awake at 3 in the morning. It was going to be a birthday breakfast pie.”

“How could I sleep with you making all that noise in the kitchen? Plus, I turned over in bed to cuddle with you and you were gone. Obviously, I went to go find you.” Dean paused. “I never really could sleep well without you beside me. Still don’t.” He looked at you with longing emerald eyes, but you quickly broke the eye contact and stood up.

“Yeah… Well, I should get to bed. Goodnight, Dean.”

“Goodnight, Y/N/N.” Dean knew he had over-stepped.

Dean found himself wanting to grab you by the hand and pull you into a big hug or follow you upstairs and tell you that he was still in love with you, but Sam’s words rang true in his head. He had made his bed, and now he had to sleep in it. He chose Lisa, but he didn’t want to go home to her. He wanted you back. He wanted the hunting life back. He wanted to live here with you and Sam, but he felt like he was slowly being replaced with Nick. Sam got along with him, Bobby clearly liked him, and he flirted with you every chance he got. Dean wanted nothing more than to yell at Nick to leave and never come back or to give him a swift punch in the face for looking at you with adoration in his eyes, but Dean knew that he couldn’t do that. He walked across the room and grabbed a pillow and blanket from the basket in the corner and laid down on the couch, hoping to fall asleep quickly.

You made your way upstairs, trying to hold back tears until you made it into your room. It was one thing to remember fun times you two had together, but how could Dean so casually throw in that he doesn’t sleep well without you? If felt like a punch to the gut and you wanted to be mad, but then he would look at you with those stupid handsome eyes and you would melt into a spineless puddle. Half of you wanted to scream and yell at Dean, and the other half wanted to grab him by the hand and take him upstairs with you. The truth was, you didn’t sleep great without him either, but you were afraid of the can of worms that might open if you told him that. The second you shut your door, you leaned against it and slowly slid down to the floor as the tears began to fall from your eyes.

Chapter 4

#dean winchester #dean x reader #dean x y/n #dean x you #dean winchester fanfiction #spn #supernatural #castiel

[shimmershae]

Just watched the episode and I’m going to have a lot of thoughts for you, most of them probably bordering on incoherence (LOL) so this is your last chance to nope on out of this post because I’m going to go ahead and put everything else behind a cut to save the eyes that do not want to see any  spoilers at all.  Unlike mine, that very much wanted to see but in a lot of cases?  Could not see shit, but I digress.

Shae’s stream of consciousness coming at you in 3-2-1.  

First of all, can I saw how good it is to have my show back again?  Like, no.  I don’t quite have Season 5 levels of excitement about the new/last season, but it is definitely nice to have all these characters back.  

So all these thoughts of mine.  Okay.  Bear with me because there be a whole lot of them, lol.  

My immediate impression as the episode opened was WHOA.  Such a cool shot of Daryl with one light wing, one dark wing (representing the two sides to Daryl maybe--the man of honor versus the man he was raised to be, hmm?) looking out over some dark vista of something.  Seriously.  It’s dark.  My room is also dark at the moment and still I was squinting to see.  To make out what I’m “looking” at.  I really, really hope the rest of this season isn’t this hard to make out.  

Is that a tank?  Kinda sorta a callback to Rick’s first episode?  If so, cool.  If not, well.  Us fans have always put way more thought into things.  For real.  Change my mind.  

Holy intense eye contact, Batman!  Daryl Dixon has literally never looked at anyone--not BethusConLeah--in quite the same smoldering way as he looks at Carol.  It’s next level.  I don’t know why people be fooling themselves into thinking different.  

Let’s see.  I can make out--besides Daryl, Maggie, and that face mask dude I already forgot the name of--Kelly, Magna, Jerry (who’s that with him?), and Carol.  Sorry.  My world, like Daryl’s, inevitably narrows to Carol.  She’s loking fierce and fine AF per usual.  

Was that Rosita I noticed rewinding to relive Daryl eye-fucking Carol?  

I’m guessing this is the army base they talked about in 10C.  

That Walker perking up like “I smell food--pancakes and bacon and oohhhh” has me giggling inappropriately right off the bat.  WTF.  

Look at all my fabulous ladies tiptoeing through that Walker minefield.  And Carol spotting that gun that might be useful right away.  Listen, if you don’t think her mind ain’t always ten steps ahead of everybody else’s, you’d be wrong.  

So.  Are these Walkers just so old and feeble not even the call of fresh meat attracts them?  Because just tiptoeing through their midst without the knockoff Lady Gaga meatsuits or skin masks has never really worked before that I can remember.  

I just want to see most of this season.  Is that really too much to ask?  Don’t X-Files and Game of Thrones us, Angela.  Please and thank you very fucking much.  

Okay.  Is the one drop of blood thing making anybody else have 28 Days Later vibes?  Kinda?  Sorta?  No?  Just me?  Okay then.  Carry on.  

Wait a minute, though.  How they be explaining how Daryl keeeps acquiring all these new tats all the time?  Hmm?  It’s like they just quit giving a shit about continuity in these latter seasons.  

I mean.  Do Walkers sleep now?  LMAO.  What is this?  I guess they’re constantly evolving?  

There’s my baby Lydia.  Love my smol bean.  

Alright though.  I love to see the ladies of TWD kick some ass.  It’s very gratifying.  Gimps would never.  Thank you, Angela.  

Clever, resourceful, calm and collected, quick thinking Carol to the rescue!  Seriously.  Her haters must be withering away inside with absolute envy.  

Hey, ya’ll.  Remember when Carol was still mastering her sharpshooting skills at the Prison yard and shot at Rick’s feet?  Her little “sorry, sorry”?  LOL.  If Rick could only see her now.  Wait.  He already knew what so many of his stans refuse to acknowledge--Carol=ultimate survivor and true savior to the group many times over.  

Maggie’s got herself a gun, too.  Go my badass girls.  

Of course, Carol’s got everybody’s back.  Of fucking course, Daryl’s got hers even when everybody else seem frozen in some kind of awe or stupification or something.  Microcosm of the whole damn show right there.  

Carol’s like “here’s your knives, love of my life.”   

Eh.  Maybe that’s just me.  

Nah.  She’s totally thinking it, too.  

YAS!  YAS!  Norman Reedus and Melissa McBride with the top billing.  How very far my babies have come.  

Listen.  I miss all the characters we’ve lost.  Absolutely.  But I love the ones that are still with us, that have been with us for so very long so hard.  Whether I love their stories or decisions or not.  

Is that THE Alexandria sign?  That sign’s been through some shit.  

DOG!  Daryl kneeling to embrace our Grimes babies has me all up in my feels.  And how cute is Dog getting all excited and making sure he’s the first one there to welcome back, Daddy?  

Hershel is literally just as puppy dog cute as Glenn ever was.  Really some Grade A casting.  

What did Maggie call Mr. T?  Ducky?  Dougie?  Sometimes with Maggie?  I really cannot tell.  Anyway.  He’s Mr. T. for me until I find out differently, probably through rewatching with close captioning, lol.  

Maggie’s got more people.  So.  Some new redshirts to sacrifice for plot purposes.  I don’t know if I should bother learning their names or not. 

I seem to remember Meridian being mentioned in one of the episode synopses.  

Sophia’s hair tie around Carol’s neck will never fail to be an emotional throat punch.  My heart.  

“They come at night and by the time you see them, you’re already dead.”  Welp.  Guess that means we ain’t seeing shit for at least this first third of the season, lol.  Very horror-eque though.  

“You’re leaving to fight ghosts.”  Aaron, to Maggie.  So I see Aaron’s the type to get the hell outta Dodge when the Boogeyman comes calling, hahaha.  Least he was.  In the old world.  

Rosita’s pissed off expression at Gabe’s decision to volunteer for the so-called suicide mission gives me life.  

My baby Carol is tired AF of suicide missions.  You can tell.  Also?  Methinks she has something to prove to Daryl here.  Or at least feels like she does.  

Dog with his little tactical vest.  I love it.  

I guess I get why they had Carol and Rosita stay behind.  They had to more evenly split up the badassery to make things more fair and balanced, lol.  

Okay.  So Negan’s definitely earned everybody’s disdain.  But they’re being woefully short-sighted by not at least hearing the dude out.  Isn’t he at least native to the area?  

“That is God telling us to turn around.”  I’m actually on Negan’s side with this one, but Gabe answering him with “I’m pretty sure he would have run that past me first” has me howling with laughter.  Father Gabe has gone straight up savage in these last couple of seasons.  Rosita’s influence, perhaps?  

I see what Angela is doing.  Trying to make Negan the voice of reason.  In this particular case?  It’s kind of working.  I’m still ultimately on Maggie’s side with this though BECAUSE GLENN.  

Imagine showing up to work and unironically dressing like a storm trooper every day.  Excuse me while I LOL.  

Even in the ZA, there’s bullshit paperwork.  

“Pumpkin colored spacesuit.”  Good one, Ezekiel.  

LOL forever.  I love Princess.  

“Michonne.  Our Michonne shut people out of Alexandria for years.”  Timely reminder that choices aren’t always perfect.  Neither are people.  

WTF is reprocessing?  Sounds ominous.  LMAO at Eugene’s “Okay.  We gotta go.”  

What in the actual hell with all those bagged, squirming undead?  Creepy AF in that subway tunnel.  

Should I just go ahead and call that the Easter bunny?  We’ve had some version of it pop up since Season 1.  

Is it stubborn pride with Maggie or what?  Why go through with something when all signs point toward the wisdom of stopping?  You can argue that she’s acting similarly to Carol last season, but there’s a huge difference here folks.  Carol did her damndest to Lone Wolf that shit and minimize the danger to those she loved.  Maggie’s straight up enlisting those she “cares about” to carry out her mission of revenge or vengeance, what have you. Let’s see if she gets near the amount of hate for it.  Personally, I don’t blame her for her feelings one bit.  They are valid.  But her knowingly drawing the others into the game?  That’s my sticking point.  That’s how she and Carol differ, even if some people refuse to see or accept it.  Anyway.  Hopping right on off my soapbox.  

“Why don’t you get up on your little tippy toes and try?”  Omigosh, I’d dying.  When I tell you I about passed out with laughter, I do not exaggerate.  I should hate Negan forever and I do.  Really.  But I adore JDM and he frequently makes me LOL.  He’s made Negan entertaining if not completely redeemable since Angela took over and more layered so I say kudos.  

He has a point about Maggie playing dictator.  Damn you, show, for slanting the writing just that smidgen that makes Negan make sense over his victim.  I guess, though, it’s better this way.  Gives both characters more shades of gray.  

“He’s a dick but he makes sense.”  I feel like this is Angela calling us all out when we dare to harbor any lasting resentment toward Negan for what he did to Glenn.  

Speaking of--Negan.  You deserved Daryl’s punch to the mouth.  You just went a bridge too damn far.  

“Keep pushing me, Negan.  Please.”  Warning shots fired, Asshole.  You better watch yourself around the Widow Rhee.  

Have I mentioned how much I love Princess?  Her shipping the Commonwealth guards is killing me, lol.  I can’t wait ‘til she meets Carol and Daryl.  She’s going to have their number in two seconds flat.  

I like Ezekiel and Princess as a duo.  I’m not saying romantically necessarily.  I just like them in scenes together because they’re fun.  There’s sort of a protective indulgence Ezekiel seems to telegraph whenever they’re in scenes together.  Like he’s like don’t hurt this one.  I don’t know.  For all these words I’ve written, I can’t quite find the ones to adequately describe what I mean.  

The wall of the lost gives me such Battlestar Galactica feels.  What sad thoughts it inspires.  

Eugene in that Commonwealth gear.  Omigosh, lol.  So did they just sneak up and take Princess’s little Commonwealth ship’s gear when they were sneaking off on their own to have a quickie?  

Princess finding that note for Yumiko on the wall actually gave me chills.  Yeah.  I’m easy.  Just the suggestion of someone getting reunited with lost family gets me all up in my feels.  Yumiko saying “I have to stay”?  I felt that.  

Oh no.  Dog ran off!  Somebody protect my favorite fictional puppy.  Of course, Daryl goes after him.  He’s always been the sweet one.  Merle said it.  

Eh.  Negan taking Maggie’s hand at the end there would have smacked too much of Negan Sue and Maggie’s biggest plot of the season would have been prematurely dealt with so I get why they did what they did.  But c’mon.  It’s not really that big of a cliffhanger, is it?  

Okay, so Angela calls those sleeping beauty Walkers “Lurkers” and I get it.  Apparently they’re a bigger deal in the comics, but I really don’t remember seeing them all that much on the actual show.  Somebody jog my memory.  

Of fucking course, you can actually see what’s happening in the inside the episode clips.  I wish we could choose to view the episode with that lighting because some of us be blind.  And this time I mean in the more literal sense.  Not the figurative one.  

Anyway.  I’m going to stop trying to write a novel for ya’ll and move on to better things.  Like maybe a nap.  Maybe some early dinner.  I don’t know.  I’m tired AF and need a little recharge.    

Before I go, though?  Overall impression of the episode?  I liked it.  There were parts that I loved (all the ladies being badass, every second of Carol, Daryl reuniting with the Grimes babies and Dog, all things Princess, some of Negan’s one-liners about had me busting a gut, Rosita serving looks, Kelly and Lydia getting to be badass too) and parts I didn’t love (not being able to see a damn thing, Angela trying to tip the scales in Negan’s favor, not enough Carol or Aaron or Rosita, no reunion between Aunt Carol and the Grimes babies even though that picture floating around suggests it was at least shot, not being able to see a damn thing, all the Alexandria people playing follow the leader for Maggie when she’s been gone 6 years and Daryl’s right there--hell, even Father G deserves the honor over her because it’s obvious they’re not exactly on the same wavelength anymore).  

I don’t know about anybody else, but I’m just glad to have our show back.    

Later, lovelies.  

#The Walking Dead #Season 11 #spoilers #TWD spoilers #things that make me smile and cry #and giggle and giggle

[losingitinjersey]

Weigh-In-Wednesday

Starting Weight (12.18.19):  271

Last Week’s Weight (6.25.20):  226.4

Today’s Weight (7.8.20):  223.8

Total Weight Lost in 1 Week: 2.6 lbs Total Weight Lost in 7 Months:  47.2 lbs Total Weight Lost Since Quarantine Began: 20.1 lbs Total Miles Walked in July: 20.1 miles

And just like that, I fell down. Literally, down the stairs.  

I woke up at 5 a.m., excited to get my walk on with the babers. Got everything ready, took my ootd pic before putting on my shoes and went upstairs to change, feed and prep erp.  We’re walking down the stairs, 10 minutes from being out the door on our walk and I miss one of the last steps and find my left foot bent forward as I’m falling downwards.  Thankfully, erp was completely unscathed but my ankle took the entire brunt of the fall. 

At the bottom of the stairs I called out for Kevin, who’s dead asleep since it’s now around 5:45 a.m. After about four or five loud shouts he comes, takes erp from my chest and I scoot myself off the steps and onto the floor to assess the damage.  I am able to put a slight amount of weight on it as I hobble myself over to a chair.  Kevin gets some ice and ibuprofen for me, makes sure I’m okay before going back to bed.  (I had to basically tell him to leave).  

With over two hours before work starts I decided to catch some z’s myself and I slowly gimp around the house collecting everything I’ll need for the day ahead and set myself up in the guest bed.  Amazingly, erp is also ready to go back to sleep so she and I nap until 8:30 and then stay in bed for most of the rest of the day. 

My headspace has been negative, understandably.  I’m most upset about how this is going to set me back. As you know, I’ve really been digging my active lifestyle and have been riding a high for the last few months watching my efforts and actions slim my body down.  Not only that, but I’ve gotten joy out of keeping the house clean, running the dishwasher every night and emptying it in the morning, dancing in the kitchen with my baby, all of the things.  I know I’m being dramatic and all of these things will come back again, it’s just one more unknown in this ambiguous world we’re living in.  I’m frustrated and feel stupid for not being more careful.

The plan is to continue to keep my leg elevated and iced on and off. Tomorrow will be another full day of rest and potentially the next day depending on how my healing goes. I’ll then ease back into walking around the house and eventually work my way out for walks again, hopefully building back up to my 5 mile stints.  I’ll have to be extra cautious with my food intake given that I can’t burn many calories at the moment since I’m determined not to let this set me back more than it has physically.  

It certainly was challenging having a full work day and care-taking for erp not being able to be mobile. I now realize how often I have to stand and bounce to soothe her and how often she needs her diaper changed or a bottle refilled.  Thankfully, Kevin’s home so he did all the diaper changes until we get a downstairs station set up and I carried around a cooler full of pre-made bottles that helped in a pinch.  

I’m nothing else if not adaptable.  This is merely a pause and I need to take it seriously and make rest my full time job so I don’t exacerbate the problem since I have no idea how long this is going to take me out of commission for.  

(no pictures because Tumblr is being a dick and not posting my post even though I’ve tried a million times to get it to show up in the dash)

#fitblr #momblr #ketoblr #weightloss #daily weight #weight log #weigh in wednesday #set back

[purpleyin]

Have you ever take special request or commissions for moldboards or banners for particular pairings or series?

Hello dear anon, sorry for taking so long to reply. The start of the year has been a bit difficult for me, so I kept putting off this reply as it’s a tricky subject, but I’m getting to it now at least. :) I am open to suggestions for moodboards/banners, as I like to make things that I know people will use, but it depends a lot on whether I’m inspired by the suggestion. For moodboards in particular, I need to be able to have a good sense of the character(s)/pairing so I usually only do ones for media I’ve seen/am into, to make sure I can best capture what works for them. Making moodboards for things I am not familiar with would significantly increase the time it takes me, as I would need to research the themes/imagery first, so I tend to feel it’s probably better for people who do already know them to make those. As for commissions, presuming you mean the paid kind, I’ve considered that but it’s hard to predict how long anything will take and so how much to charge. Some of my banners only take about 5 minutes to do but that’s when everything comes together perfectly first time and that’s not usually the case. Most of them involve a lot of trial and error, trying different pictures and fonts and placements until they work nicely. Occasionally they involve photomanipulation (I use the open source software GIMP) to get just the right look, or finding good pictures is sometimes difficult, so there are some I’ve spent 30 minutes+ on. I think on average it’s ~15 minutes per banner, and the living wage where I am is £10/hour, so my best guess was somewhere between £2.50-£5 per banner but I don’t know that people would pay that? Moodboards take longer, generally at least 30 minutes, especially the ones with more than the usual 3x3 pics. I feel like if I charged based on how long it took for moodboards - especially if I had to do research on unfamiliar shows/characters/pairings - people probably wouldn’t consider them worthwhile at the price, but I could be wrong. Tl;dr - I honestly don’t know how to price things if I were to do commissions, and my anxious self would probably worry about what if I can’t make something good enough to charge that for, so I generally feel more comfortable having stuff be ‘I might make it if I feel like it’. Less pressure that way. I do have a ko-fi though - https://ko-fi.com/purpleyin - if anyone ever feels like showing some love for my banners/moodboards that way. I use Canva Pro to make my stuff, because it speeds things up a lot, which I pay £8.33 per month for, so I’d definitely welcome any donations to help with that cost if anyone felt like it. I’m trying to get in the habit of updating what I’m doing on ko-fi from time to time, so this actually serves as a good reminder for me to go post there now.

#commissions #ko-fi #requests #making moodboards #asks answered #Anonymous

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Not What It’s Cracked Up To Be ch.5 (baon)

Summary: Edge and Stretch are finally getting back on an even keel. Edge’s broken leg is healing well, Spring is finally here and the flowers are close to blooming.

Be a shame if anything disturbed their domestic bliss.

Tags:  Spicyhoney, Kustard, Established Relationships, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Injury, Fluff, Chickens, Depression

Notes: As a heads up, this chapter includes a depiction of depression.

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

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Before Edge was willing to leave the house on what was likely a fool’s errand, he went back upstairs to peek in on Stretch. It was difficult to tell what was going on beneath the tangle of the blankets, but he seemed to be more relaxed from his tight, fetal curl of earlier. Probably sleeping and that was good.

Back in Underfell, his brother’s supposedly laziness used to drive him mad, but coming to the surface world brought a few humbling realizations. Depression was exhausting and so was low HP, and he no longer questioned the need for plenty of rest from any of those he cared about.

A closer inspection showed the blankets rising and falling in even rhythm, deep, slow breaths and Edge let out a near-silent, relieved sigh of his own, hoping that Stretch came out of the other side of sleep at least a little improved.

Edge hesitated at the bedside, wondering if he should leave a note. He decided against it. Stretch had his phone, he could text if he needed anything. Enough dithering about, whatever it was that Red was dragging him out of the house for must be at least a little important, the cameras Edge knew were hidden outside their house surely showed him what happened last night and—

Edge went stock-still on his way out the bedroom door, his hand still on the doorknob as suspicion along with sudden anger welled up in his soul. He closed the door with care and with slow deliberation, he pulled his phone out of his pocket to send a curt text back to his brother, Tell me what this is about.

No response and just as he was about to shove his phone back into his pocket came, awful slow these days, bro. hurry up and you can see for yourself.

His phone creaked in his hand and Edge forcibly loosened his grip, shoving it back into his pocket before he could give in to the childish urge to throw it against a wall. It wouldn’t change a thing except give him the extra headache of being without a phone until he could get a replacement. Red would have his fun and there wasn’t an angry text message in existence that would change that. There was only one way for his niggling suspicions to be confirmed and that was to play the game.

But he would have a thing or three to say once they were done, of that he was certain. Edge snagged his keys on the way out the door and headed out to his car.

The address Red sent him wasn’t more than a ten-minute drive to the mostly abandoned neighborhoods of Old New Home. As he pulled up to the abandoned lot, Red stepped out of a shortcut on the curb, hands in his pockets and his semi-permanent grin wide.

It set Edge’s emotions into a roiling conflict. On one hand, he was very annoyed with his brother, verging on furious if this turned out the way he suspected, and on the other…

On the other, the last time he’d seen his brother, it had started with him lying on Edge’s kitchen floor, bleeding out in his arms, and ended with Sans carrying him away. He looked tired, but that was more normal than not with Red.

Interesting to note that he was not wearing a matching collar to Sans, which meant either Sans had no idea what a single collar relationship symbolized, or he knew all too well and Edge wasn’t taking that thought any further. Brotherly concern was one thing, but he was not interesting in knowing the minute details of their relationship, so long as they were happy.

Speaking of happiness, Red’s grin was practically gleeful as Edge got out of the car. “awful slow, there, bro. gimp leg holding you back?”

“Shut up,” Edge said automatically, even as he limped over with cane in hand, “and start telling me why you dragged me out here.”

The mocking pout was all the more disturbing for being on Red’s face. “what, no hug?”

“I’d attempt it to prove a point,” Edge told him dryly, “but I have enough injuries without you literally stabbing me in the back. What. Do. You. Want.”

Red only shook his head, sighing as if with deep disappointment, ah, he was in a cheerful mood, wasn’t he. “all those years of you harping on manners and i ain’t even getting a how’s it going, how you been feeling, looking a lot better without all your marrow leakin’ out. no love at all, boss?”

If he wanted to play, Edge did still remember the rules. “Very well. How is Sans doing? He looked well when he brought me your report the other day. Is he taking care of any more of your work?”

That smile slipped a fraction. “he’s doin’ fine.”

Edge only looked at him, brow bone raised. If Red wasn’t going to discuss the elephant in the room, Edge would be more than happy to allow it to step on his foot. “I’m only asking as the Director of Operations, literally your boss, as you so enjoy pointing out. I’m sure you understand that it’s important for me to know what work my people are handling. In case there are any liabilities.”

That wide grin turned faintly wry, Red’s crimson eye lights gleaming his amusement. “yeah, fuck you, boss. he’s doin’ real good. decided for some dumbass reason he needs to move in. stupid fucking cat is having a fit.”

“Ah, yes, fuck you, only the very best comeback in your arsenal for me, I’m sure. And I can’t even begin to imagine why he’d want to move into that garbage pit you call a home.” Edge crossed his arms over his chest, glaring down at his brother. “All right, you’ve had your fun. Now, where is she?”

Red barked out a laugh. “oh, very good, little brother, already figured it out, didja.”

“Your puzzles haven’t improved since Junior Jumble, it was not that difficult.”

“not for you.” As far as he was out of his childhood years, hearing that rare tinge of pride in his brother’s voice still made him want to preen. Edge squashed the urge, following as Red jerked his head towards overgrown field behind him. “come on.”

The terrain would have been aggravating even with two perfectly working legs. Having one that sent up threatening warning twinges with every step made it all the worse and the soil was loose and muddy, hard for feet and the tip of his cane. Grimly, Edge follow his brother through the hip-deep weeds, taking sour enjoyment in the fact that they were nearly above his brother’s head.

“she was a bitch and a half to find, i tell you what,” Red said conversationally, shoving his way through the vegetation. Edge supposed he should be grateful Red hadn’t either gone all-out jungle trekking and brought a machete or worse, offered to shortcut them, if only to force Edge to refuse. The very thought of taking one of Red’s shortcuts made his gorge rise. His brother tromped on obliviously, or at least giving a remarkable appearance of it, “this little gal has some tricks. little chickie crossed a lotta roads to get here.”

“Care to explain how you even knew how to look for her?” Edge asked sardonically and it was just as well Red wasn’t looking at him, because Edge couldn’t hide his surprise when he answered.

“sure. i was the reason she was missing to begin with.”

Edge stopped, “What? What the fuck does that mean?!”

“keep your hair on, you want me to explain or not?” Red kept moving and after a moment, Edge followed him, hands clenched into painful fists to keep from reaching out and strangling him. All that would do was waste time and amuse Red all the more, and Edge was trying to keep his contributions to his brother’s sense of humor at a minimum. “motion sensor went off at your place in the wee hours last night.”

“Motion sensors that you are not supposed to have.”

“huh, strange thing,” Red mused aloud, “don’t remember anyone sayin’ i couldn’t.”

“I didn’t think I had to!”

“anywho, went over to check it out.” He paused, swearing under his breath as he picked several dried-up thistles from his jacket without even bothering to flick any in Edge’s direction and utterly ignoring Edge’s visibly simmering impatience. “and i saw some kinda animal with too much fur and not enough feathers to be in your coop. your little lady was outside in the fenced area and close to bein’ a midnight snack. so i scooped her up, but before i could deal with the toothy lil’ problem, your liability came swooping in like a fucking bare-ass bat out of hell, firing bones every which way. i shortcutted out before he could turn me into a kabob. didn’t really mean to take her along for the ride, but i didn’t exactly have a wide selection of options.” Red craned his head to look over his shoulder slyly, “’least the view wasn’t bad. he musta felt me getting ready to clean house and hightailed it down. honey bun has pretty good reaction time. better'n yours."

Edge ignored that. “And you didn’t bring her back afterward because?

Red only shrugged. “couldn’t. she weaseled her way loose the second we hit grass again and took off. spent half the night and all morning lookin’ for the little fucker. once i figured out where she was holed up, i messaged you.”

Edge exhaled slowly, struggling with his temper. “And why didn’t you simply tell me all this earlier? Stretch is sitting at home mourning her and you—"

“and if it turned out she got hit by a car or some shit?” Red countered sharply, “really wanted to go there? figured it’d be better to make sure she had her feathers intact before i got his hopes all up.”

That was surprisingly valid as excuses went, and yet, “You could have told me! At the very least I could have helped you search!”

“think so, little brother?” Red looked at him with enough scorn that Edge had to suppress a flinch, “or you think maybe you woulda told stretch, try and cheer him up a bit? i wanted you to look her over, make sure she's all right first, but hey, you go on and call him right now if that’s what you think is better.”

Edge ground his teeth and said nothing. All the arguing in the world couldn’t make Red understand that this might have been the last thin, straw that broke the back between Stretch and a very dark day. His brother coped with his issues in much different ways, in Edge’s experience usually copious amounts of alcohol. Perhaps Sans would have been able to explain it better. Or perhaps he would have already given in and slapped Red upside the head, it was a fair chance either way.

They kept up through the tall grass. It shushed around them in the light breeze, that rustle the only sound, surrounding them, and his car growing small and distant behind them. Red was panting when they came to a small clearing, leaning over with his hands braced on his knees as he panted out, “here we are.”

There, sitting happily in a trodden down area of grass, was Nugget. She cackled out a greeting, loud in the muffling hush of the grass, but concerningly she didn’t move when normally she would be dancing flirtatiously around Edge’s legs.

“Is she hurt?” Edge demanded. He reached for her, ready to carry her back to the car and straight to a veterinarian.

Red scratched at the back of his skull, “see, that’s the thing—”

Before Edge could pick her up, she let out a warning screech and tried to peck at his hands. He snatched them back, staring down at her in bemused shock.

“—she seems to be in a mood of some sort,” Red finished, “can’t figure it out, she ain’t bleeding and she hadta walk all the way over here on her own. i woulda brought her back to your place when i found her, but she was pretty insistent on stayin’ right there.”

Baffled, Edge ran a Check on her, ignoring how ridiculous it seemed to do on a chicken. Her HP was fine, and he thought it better not to question why she had a LV of 2. “She doesn’t seem hurt.”

He reached out again cautiously, ignoring her pinching little beak attacks against his gloves, and lifted her up. Beneath her, the grass was torn up and arranged into a sort of nest and inside it—

Red crouched down to peer into it, mouth twisting crookedly. “huh. where you figure she got the golf balls?”

“I have no idea.” Standing in a field questioning the intentions of a chicken was not where Edge ever expected to find himself.

Red reached in and pinched a small, white object between two sharpened fingertips, lifting it up from the pile to inspect it despite Nuggets increasingly loud squalls of betrayal. “there’s one egg, anyway. least she’s still layin’ for you.”

Tucking Nugget against his side to stop her squirms, Edge only stared at it, perplexed, and said slowly, “That isn’t one of her eggs. Nugget’s eggs are a pale green.”

“huh.” Red set it back gently into the pile of grass and golf balls, and scrubbed hand over his face. “lemme get this straight. your little mini liability found a random egg in a pile of golf balls and decided to settle in and play momma? that’s what we think’s happenin’ here?”

“Would you like me consult my crystal ball? I don’t speak chicken and you’re the one whose been spying on them.” Nugget was getting increasingly difficult to hold and her forlorn and angry cries were either too heartrending or too annoying for Red to ignore. He heaved a sigh, shaking his head.

“hang on to the little shit,” Red ordered, even as he stepped sideways into a shortcut. Leaving Edge alone in the tall grass with an increasingly distraught chicken.

“Hush, hush, come on now,” Edge soothed, gentle petting what he could reach of her feathers. Her loud clucks dissolved into unhappy coos, looking up at Edge with mournfully beady little eyes. How was this his life, Edge wondered, with weary amusement, catering to the whims of a bird that once he would have seen more as lunch than a pet. He gave her a gentle scritch underneath the chin and she crooned softly, her small eyes closing as she finally settled.

Only to squawk loudly as Red abruptly reappeared, “here we go.”

In his hands was a hanging basket with a spray of flowers only just beginning to bloom from the leafy tendrils. It was rather lovely, definitely expensive, and absolutely did not belong to Red.

“Where did you get that?” Edge demanded.

Red shrugged, “only thing that matters is they didn’t see me.” He dumped the flowers out onto the ground in a sad splatter of leaves and potting soil, then crouched down and began filling it with grass. “c’mon, the joke’s getting’ old and the crowd’s restless, let’s get the show on the road.”

Edge made a mental note to have a much nicer replacement sent discreetly to anyone who complained about a missing floral arrangement and started to crouch down to help. Only for his brother to brusquely wave him back.

“hold the fucking chicken, i got this,” Red snapped. He didn’t look up at Edge, stuffing grass into the basket furiously. “you been standing long enough, last thing you need is to get down here and not be able to get back up. bet that leg is singing an ava maria by now.”

Slowly, Edge straightened, watching silently as Red filled the basket and he didn’t protest his leg was fine, didn’t try to reassure him, only let him make a messy little nest in the basket. He added the golf balls, nestling them into the grass, then hesitated over the egg, finally giving Edge a side eye. “uh. so do we take it or leave it?”

“Take it,” Edge decided. “Perhaps Stretch can do some research and find out what kind of egg it is.”

“it’s your funeral, don’t blame me if you end up with pet crocodile or some shit.”

“Nonsense, crocodiles aren’t native to Ebott. Snakes, however—” He trailed off as Nugget renewed her struggles and leaned down to set her in the basket. She settled immediately, fluffing out her feathers and nestling in. “I suppose that’s that.”

“yep, take ‘er home.” Red stood and stretched, both hands pressed into the small of his back as the joints popped. “by the way, i saw you doing work on the coop. ain’t a bad idea, but you don’t have a fox problem, boss.” His brother straightened and tucked his hands into his pockets, his grin colder, sharper, and in that moment, he could have stepped dusty and damaged directly from Underfell. “’least not anymore.”

He was gone before Edge could even open his mouth to ask.

He was alone again in the tall grass with nothing but a contented chicken for company and his car a painfully long walk away, particularly when lugging said chicken along.

“Thank you, brother,” Edge said, with an equal measure of sincerity and sarcasm. There was nothing for it. Edge heaved up the basket in his free hand and started to struggle his way back through the field.

Time to head home. Home, yes, home, where Stretch was hopefully still asleep, and Edge could only hope that seeing Nugget would shake at least a little of his depression loose. The thought of even a faint smile from his love was enough to make the growing ache in his leg well worth it.

tbc

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

[beccasissy69]

To begin the week, I thought I’d been placed in the wrong class. I’d signed up for animal care thinking it would be training pets but in this class I was made into the animal and trained (usually by punishment). Monday had me watching pet discipline videos and they made me so horny! It was so strong that I even made a point of mentioning it to Goddess. The whipping, the degradation and just the sheer dehumanization all struck me like I was a bell. At times it seemed like it was more pure abuse of someone weaker and under their control then discipline but that’s what submission is about and I can’t complain about my treatment.

Tuesday almost had me passing out, Goddess gave me a specific video and I had to be in as much as bondage as possible while I watched it. I took the instruction as seriously as I could and went OTT. Dressing took a while and had to be done in order, so I was wearing: boobs, top, chastity, large plug, corset, long socks, elbow length rubber gloves, pvc bodysuit, gimp mask and a cock gag! When everything was on, it was like I was in a different world. I managed to get my glasses lined up with the eye holes and positioned my headphones in line with my ears (no ear holes in the mask!) and pushed play.

It was a japanese video shot documentary style and featured what the the picture topping this post shows. Pigs in a pen, crawling around naked on all fours. A new batch is then let into the pen from a waiting van where they are stripped and demeaned and eventually their training begins.

It lasted about an hour (I couldn’t find all of it until after i’d finished) and it was like I was in almost complete sensory isolation watching my future. I could feel little squirts dripping down my leg as my entire focus was on the video. I was so turned on, I was seeing stars at some point and my arousal just seemed to get higher and higher. When I’d finished, I undressed and I was drenched in sweat (and other fluids) and gasping at what I’d just seen (I couldn’t stop imagining been in the pen, I can’t speak Japanese so I couldn’t even shout for help 😂).

Wednesday was a lighter night (another night like the one before would have wrecked me) where I was allowed to chat with another one of Goddesses sluts (a little of which she posted) when she instructed us to share our favorite porn videos.

Finally, on Thursday I was in a sex education class. This involved 30 minutes of watching videos of girls walking in heels followed by 30 minutes of watching vidoes of girls getting f*cked in heels. I found a perfect YouTube channel that had 3-5 minute videos of a girl walking in different pairs of heels and in different locations. I loved it all, the walking, the twirls and just her feminine lightness and grace but most of all, in the videos based indoors, the sound of her walking sent chills down my spine. The tap...tap...tap...tap was so powerful. When she’d pause I’d have to make an effort to not start flicking through the video until she started walking again. 

Part 2 was incredible as well. I started with a couple of “standard” videos where the girl was bent double with her heels dangling above or just behind her shoulder, which is a position I’ve always loved (and why I work on my flexibility 😉) followed by a couple where the girl was stood up and bent over. Then I found “prone” videos where the girl is on her stomach and the guy comes in from behind her and places all of his weight on top of her. This means he has full access to whatever he wants as well as complete control. She’ll struggle to find purchase and push him off, so he’s not going anywhere he doesn’t want to.

The sex was wonderfully hard and fast and ended with huge creampies and I was in heaven! 

#sluttysubschoolgirl

[wahbegan]

I’m so pissed they keep fucking up Its spider form though

It really is the easiest thing in the WORLD to make a giant spider scary. Look, when you break down fear of spiders to its basics, there are three basic things that scare people about spiders (appearance-wise)

-Legs, the number, pointiness, and arrangement thereof -Hairiness/spininess -Size

Movies always make this mistake like just a big-ass spider won’t be enough to scare people, so they try to make it fantastical. The more fantastical you make a spider, the less frightening it is. Shelob loses her fright factor about the time she opens up her very not-spider human ass-looking mouth on her underside and you start thinking “The fuck is this????”

Mother nature has already given you everything you need about spiders to make them terrifying, as the omnipresence of arachnophobia should tell you

Think of The Spider from Enemy. One of the most terrifying film spiders i have ever seen and yes, partially because it’s so right-the-living-fuck-out-of-nowhere, BUT just look at it

It moves in an unnatural way, its legs are front and center, and most of it is in shadow. What do you see about it? It’s huge, it’s hairy, and it’s leggy. That’s more than enough. The spiders from Limbo! Some of the most terrifying enemies in any game and they are literally just circles with legs

Stephen King already describes The Spider. It should be about as big as the things from Limbo, spiny/hairy legs, pitch black, glowing red eyes. That is more than enough to scare your audience with just normal spider anatomy. Especially when It’s pregnant, with a distended belly, possibly that you can see the eggs through. Peep this shit.

Nightmares for weeks.

Now finally, the one problem with just making it a normal spider as per the novel’s description: the blatant mention of jagged jaws and two eyes. Surely, Red, SURELY, we MUST have to look to our imaginations for designing Its face, SURELY there’s nothing in the animal kingdom fitting that description, I refuse to believe a loving God would create something like that.

Get ready to renounce your faith, b*tch, and prepare yourself to meet the Solifuge (also known as the Sun Spider, Wind Scorpion, or Camel Spider)

Literally take that thing, tweak its leg configuration a bit, change its abdomen to be fatter, dip-dye the whole thing black and make the eyes glow red and you’re in business with nightmare fuel incarnate.

There is nothing you could ever come up with that is so scary that our friend mother nature ain’t made something scarier.

That took me 5 minutes in fucking GIMP come on now

#Stephen King's It #spiders #arachnophobia #sorry i'm just rambling at this point

[trcshbirb]

semi-meta; how far cry ; new dawn did sharky a dirty or: charlemagne victor boshaw iv deserved better.

with my latest sharky meta still in the works , i got something else i gotta get off my chest. i don’t like fc;nd. there, i said it. i am not going to go into all the details regarding why i  don’t like it and will, most likely, never finish it, because that is, uh, a whole different post, so i’m going to focus mainly one: that’s right. sharky. sharky boshaw was, in far cry 5 , a great character. the longer you had him tag along, the more locations you dragged him to, the more you learned about him. about his past, his view on the world, and , because the man doesn’t know how to shut up , about his sexual interests and preferences. sharky’s a pretty neat dude. while his view on global warming might be a bit worrying , and his level of education ain’t the highest, he has a good heart. he means well, and he’s moved on from a shitty past to live the best present he’s able to. he’s an outcast, always has been. he’s lonely. alone. but he’s brave, and he’s optimistic. sharky is a well - rounded character , and fc;nw ruins that. i am not going to argue; fc5 features a lot of ‘stereotypical’ characters - a given. and yet, the game manages to keep a balance; none of the companions is a mere comic relief or parody. sharky follows the white-trailer-trash blueprint; from his glasses stacked on top of his baseball cap to his tacky gold chain to his even tackier 2001 flame tattoo and his love for pot; sharky is the whole package. And yet, fc5 strays from the path of portraying him as a carricature and a persiflage - despite the piss bottle collection. Despite his textbook redneck behaviour. sharky is a 3 dimensional character; a joke about farting here, an innuendo there, but it’s never TOO MUCH. for me, fc;nd changed that --- and took it too far. it’s like watchig family guy; with jokes drawn out over such an exceedingly long period of time, they stop being funny and just become awkward. peter griffin falling and holding his ankle for 40 seconds straight while wincing? that’s fc;nd. the joke ended when fc5 did, but ubisoft didn’t think so. fc5 features a lovely dialogue between sharky and jess, where he asks her if she “had a crush on fox robin hood, too.” , which can be interpreted in two ways: sharky did have a crush on fox robin hood and wants to know if she did as well, or , if jess had a crush on fox robin hood as well as other versions of the character. it was subtle, and it was good: the the implication of sharky being a furry was both hilarious and terribly probable.  fc;nd ruined it. instead of focusing on the twins and giving the player some proper backstory on those two ( the main antagonists! ) something that was to be found all over the place and mentioned every 5 minutes was: sharky and his fursuit. there are several notes to be found regarding it, and sharky himself brings it up. not only that, it also pushes it further into the ‘lmao sharky is sooo weird he actually mentioned jiffing what a freak’ territory. remember his casually mentioned piss bottle collection from fc5? you can bet he’s gonna bring that up in every second sentence. oh, and gimps on a pole. that comes up at least twice. and sharky wanting to get himself some of that sweet tiddie milk. it’s too much. while in fc5, those things were dropped occasionally, they make up most of the content one gets from sharky in the new game. sure, there are some deeper and more personal things he drops, ( and you bet i am working on a meta regarding those things ) but they make up a rather small percentage of the shit the developers have scripted to come out of our hobo’s mouth. it does no longer feel genuine - it feels scripted, like the writers merely took whatever trashy jokes sold best in the previous game and set the intensity to 120%.  there are other things about it that bother me - he doesn’t really seem to have any opinion on the highwaymen. sure, they are there, they are a nuisance, but that’s about it. his main concern seems to be him not getting his gimp. he had a lot to say about eden’s gate , the seeds, and peggies in general. and while he wasn’t a gun for hire and i did in no way expect a running commentary from him, i feel a bit . . .cheated? it seems empty. forced. hell, he still talks about peggies more than he does about the highwaymen.  last but not least - y’all thought i wouldn’t bring it up, eh? - his appearance. the fact that it took a wave of complaints for ubisoft to lap on his trademark tattoo when they rolled out a patch/update says it all. his look in general rubs me the wrong way - while a lot of thought seems to have gone into the original character design and the concept art of fc5, it seems incredibly lazy in the sequel. sharky has a distinct look, and you can almost smells the clouds of lynx africa through the screen; and while his jumper is somewhat muddy, he cares about his appearance. his van dyke beard is always neatly shaved and trimmed, and he accessorizes: shades on the hat, gold chain around his neck, bracelets on his wrists and rings on his fingers.  tl;dr : fc;nd turned a facetted and multi-dimesional character into a duck-dynasty beard-wearing, piss collecting, jiffing caricature of grizzly adams and i absolutely hate it.

#sharky boshaw #Far Cry 5 #far cry new dawn #fc5 fcnd #sharky boshaw meta #anyway i am mad and disappointed and y'all can fight me #honestly #there are so so so many more reasons i dislike fcnd #it was a cheap cash grab that ruined pre-established characters and didn't give a shit about the new ones it established

[sirpoley]

On Towns in RPGs, Part 6: Wait, Wasn't This About Maps?

In the first article in this series, I embarked on an ill-defined quest to figure out what, if anything, a town map is actually for in tabletop play.

In the second, I took a look at the common metaphor comparing towns to dungeons—unfavourably.

In the third, I proposed an alternate metaphor: that cities are more like forests than dungeons.

In the fourth, I looked at how forests are used in D&D to see what we could use when thinking about cities.

In the fifth, I got into to the nuts and bolts of designing cities for use in D&D.

Now, we're going to break out the Gimp (or, for you fancy folks, Photoshop) and make some maps.

Splitting the Map in Two

Back in the first article, I compared these two images of medieval Nuremberg:

In that article, I argued that we can make things easier for ourselves as DMs, and be more effective besides, by splitting a D&D map into two separate illustrations: one to set the tone, and one for crunch, much like the tourist map on the right. It's ugly as sin, but if you're a tourist in old Nuremberg, it tells you exactly what you need and no more. Functionally, this particular map wouldn't be very useful in D&D (again, it emphasizes actual streets, which we don't care about, because towns are not dungeons) but, because towns are forests, we can look to existing high-functioning D&D map design—that is to say, regional maps—as inspiration.

Cutting Out the Illustration

By adding an illustration, which, unless you're publishing this city, you can just steal from the internet, you're taking a lot of the load off of your map. The map no longer has to be particularly pretty, it doesn’t have to show individual buildings or roads, and it doesn't have to fit any particular theme. All it has to do is be easy to read, functional, and packed with information. Think about it a little like a character sheet for your city.

What's Left for the Map?

Most D&D town maps try to give a literal depiction of the exact layout of the streets (which isn't useful) and also serve as an evocative piece of art (which is, but can be done better and more easily in other means), but doesn't provide much in the way of useful gameplay information. So… what is useful gameplay information?

Travel Time

Consider the map of the area around Neverwinter Woods that I used earlier. Somewhere in pretty much every RPG rulebook is a table showing daily travel speeds through various different terrain types. In D&D 3.5, for example, an unencumbered human can cover 18 miles overland on flat ground, or 12 miles per day through forests. These values can be increased by major highways. Knowing this information, it becomes trivial for the DM to quickly count up hexes (which are 5 miles each), look up a few numbers on a table, and do a quick calculation to tell the party how many days it takes to get from, say, Neverwinter to Leilon (13 hexes→65 miles→24 miles per day on a highway→2.7 days travel time, rounded to 3). This is important information narratively, but also for game mechanics, as it determines how much food the party must carry (which plays into the encumbrance and wealth rules), and how many random encounters they risk, well, encountering.

Now try to do the same calculation with this map:

An unencumbered human can walk 300 ft per minute, or hustle 600 ft  in the same time, though jogging through the city armed to the teeth (as most PCs are) might attract attention. Try to figure out how long it takes to get from, say, #14 to #18 on the map without giving up. There's no grid of any kind, so you'll have to actually measure the distance. You can't travel in a straight line because of the intervening buildings except along the major highways, so you can either measure it in chunks, or, I guess, use a piece of string or something. Then take your measurement, compare it to the scale and divide it by 300 or 600 to find out how many feet it took to do such a thing, and then…

…realize that this number is actually pretty useless. Even if you go through the above steps (which I can't even bring myself to do for this example, and would absolutely not do during play), it's not a helpful measurement. It doesn't take into account crowds, traffic, getting lost, being accosted by strangers, looking for a street sign that's hidden behind a bush, and all of the things that actually determine how long it takes to get around in a city. So, like every other GM in history, you'll never look twice at the "movement per minute" table, never look at the scale, never look at the map, and just say, "eh, it takes ten minutes."

If that works for you, that's fine; you've read a series of walls of text and won't get much out of it. But if you're like me, you'll always have a nagging feeling that you're giving up.

The map of the region around Neverwinter was created with the express purpose of being used in D&D. It is highly specialized for exactly this purpose. The map of Sutulak here was designed, apparently, to help with the morning commute of Sutulakers. So let's turn the city of Sutulak into the forest of Neverwinter.

We need to figure out the town equivalent of forests, mountains, fields, and highways. Highways are literally highways—broad, relatively straight avenues that cut through cities and connect key destinations (such as a market and a gatehouse). As for plains, forests, and mountains? They map pretty clearly to me as low, medium, and high-density construction. Higher density leads to more confusing, twisty, and narrow roads, as well as denser crowds, making it slower to move through these areas (both because you risk taking the wrong turn, and you'll be delayed by traffic). Low-density is the opposite: the more spread-out the buildings are, the more space there is to move between them, the less people there are doing so in the first place, and the easier it is to see where you're going and take the right streets. If your town has large-scale natural elements, such as forests and hills, they should also be included on the map. Sutulak here is criss-crossed with bizarre inner city walls with limited chokepoint entrances, which should also be included on the map.

Districts

In the fifth article in this series, I argued that D&D towns should be thought of as a small number of named, memorable districts (plus a couple of less-memorable Hufflepuff districts). Each district can have its own distinct flavour, racial makeup, police force, and random encounter table (if you use those), and a memorable name.

Points of Interest

Critical buildings and places should be marked with numbers that correspond to a key somewhere. For the more artistically inclined, you could also pick out these buildings in other ways, such as the Nuremberg tourist map's large silhouettes of major attractions.

Putting it Together

You've stuck with me this far, let's power through to the end. Let's take this useless map of Sutulak and turn it into a cutting-edge game aid, step by step.

1.     Give it a grid. You can use a square grid (like a pleb) or a modern, high-tech hex grid. Either is absolutely fine. I just overlaid a hex pattern as a new layer over the original one.

Counting distance is massively easier now. No string or ruler needed; just count the hexes.

2.     Highways and Barriers

The various walls and highways criss-crossing the city are important both narratively and mechanically, so let's highlight them, too. Try to keep the number of these small so as to be significant and memorable, don't just connect everything to everything else with a highway, because then we're back at the level of worrying about individual roads.

Red lines are highways and allow faster movement; grey lines are walls and prevent movement barring some kind of skill check, spell, etc. Crossing them may also be illegal.

3.     Embrace Abstraction

This map still has a bunch of minor streets and buildings confusing the issue. Here's where we're going to embrace full abstraction by removing them outright. Stop seeing the trees, start seeing the forest; there are no buildings or roads, there is only districts and density. Let's get this out of the way first of all: this won't be pretty. With a proper illustration, though, it doesn't need to be.

What I'm going to do is use different fill textures to denote different types of hexes representing district and density. District allocation is more of an art than a science; theoretically I could use every walled-in subdivision as its own district, however, this crazy criss-crossed town has too many of those to be memorable. Instead, I'll combine a few walled-in sections into districts, and in doing so, declare that they have economic, cultural, and ethnic ties to each other. A real artist could do pretty textures in these areas (like the forest texture in the Neverwinter map), but as this is a test case, and I am not a real artist, I don't want to get too bogged down in aesthetics and I'll use simple pattern fills.

Here's the district map. Different angled lines represent different neighbourhoods. There are five, which I've creatively titled North, East, South, West, and Central. Each district (except central) has at least one gate to the outside world and one highway. I've also moved the walls above the grid layer (making them more visible) and removed the grid outside the city as it was noisy and unnecessary.

Now we can inject building density into the equation. Building density implies population density, which tells us how narrow, twisty, and crowded the streets are, which finally solves our 'movement rate' question.

Here we have it: five districts, clearly delineated from each other through textures, and density represented by weight of the lines. Central district there is packed, as befitting a city center, so the entire district is at maximum weight. Because moving through cities has little to do with your physical movement capabilities and more to do with traffic and navigation skill (a Ferrari wouldn't get you through traffic any faster than a Honda), we can largely ignore a character's movement stat and base movement just off of hex density. Maybe we can come back to this, but for the time being, let's say you can move through low density hexes (with little traffic and lots of clear sightlines making for easy navigation) and highways at a rate of 3 hexes per minute, medium density hexes at a rate of 2 per minute, and high-density hexes at a rate of 1 per minute. Highways boost speed not only because they are broad and straight, but also because it is much harder to take a wrong turn on them and have to double back.

If you wanted a coarser grid, you could make each hex 300ft, and say that it took you 1 minute to move through a light density hex, 2 minutes to move through a medium density hex, and 3 minutes to move through a high density hex.

Future Improvements

I also added points of interest numbers in this step. If I were to do it again, I'd make them more distinct, such as using the original map's white circles, or perhaps with stylized building silhouettes, like the Nuremberg tourist map.

Districts can also be denoted using colours, with darkness and lightness indicating density, perhaps given borders like nations on a world map to distinguish them a little more from each other. Gates between walled prefectures are also important enough that maybe we could borrow a little from dungeon maps and give them a bright, visible "door" symbol. Also, the medium and heavy weighted areas are a bit too similar looking for my taste, so improvements could be made there, as well.

Still, I think this is the right direction. I'm going to let this idea percolate for a while, and maybe try it out in a game or two of my own, before tinkering with it too much.

#D&D #D&D5 #OnTownsinRPGs

[novipedia]

How Can I Edit Pictures To See Through Clothes On An Iphone? 35

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Apple is expanding the iphone's photo editing abilities in ios 10 with a new feature called markup that lets you doodle, magnify, and place text on any picture you have within the photos app. You can learn to select any image area and make visible the hidden layer usa: Online games solve all of these problems the before and after photo that you can see in the affinity photo section took me around 5 minutes to edit, while the picture you are seeing below took me just one click.

Executive editor, itworld | image credit: Browse 2,463 sexy see through clothes stock photos and images available, or start a new search to explore more stock photos and images. Set the tolerance option lower or higher to change.

About pictures to how edit on see through to iphone clothes. Open your photo editing software. For the final output you need to select the dress layer and from there you need to get to the adjustment layer.

Then, click picture corrections and you will get sharpness, brightness, contrast, etc. Its not like photoshop can actually see through the clothes, its just showing the very subtle surface details from the breasts pushing through the fabric. Naked — 3d home body scanner.

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