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Places We Won’t Walk -- Bruno Major
Carey On -- Fun
Rock Supertars -- Cypress Hill
Brand New -- Ben Rector
Ahead Of Myself -- X Ambassadors
Miss You All The Time -- O.A.R
Somebody Else -- Flora Cash
Inside Out -- Eve 6
And Run -- Sir Sly
Faith -- George Michael
Still going thru the line art thank you for being so patient with my slow mass ❤️❤️❤️
Working, regardless of industry, can be hard if you're like me. They expect both speed AND accuracy. I can only do one or the other, and it's all or nothing. If I'm accurate and do my job well, I'll be too slow. If I'm quick and can finish in a timely manner, it's all wrong and I might have to start over. But they want BOTH.
Day 23: Slow
Revisiting one of my old inktober pieces ✨🦥
And relating to the prompt - can time just slow down a bit? January's almost over!
Assassin’s Creed Unity: After the Fact
I just finished “Assassin’s Creed: Unity” a few days ago. By the gods, it was way too hard.
Let me explain.
I waited some time before buying it so that I would get it for less money and more patches repairing the problems of the game. The game still had a lot of problems, including the difficulty.
Maybe I was used to much to some of the easier mechanics of the other Assassin’s Creed games but let me list some of my Gripes.
SPOILERS AHEAD!
· Why did so many chests need locks with different levels of difficulty to open them? It was tedious to let so many unopened until you got enough Sync points to unlock the required abilities.
· The lack of an instant kill-counter made combat rather tedious after a while. The counter could have at least taken some health from the enemy.
· Stealth-Sections got frustrating because the enemies were sometimes too easily alarmed.
· The Non-Lethal takedowns took too long. I like to take out my enemies without killing them but this made it way to often very risky.
· Free-Running could be very problematic especially if fine-manoeuvres were needed. Arno seemed to love to get stuck on certain objects or did things he wasn’t supposed to be. It needed more fine-tuning.
· The story had potential but the game didn’t use this potential to its fullest. An Assassin-Templar Alliance during the Revolution against a third party would have been really interesting. But that didn’t happen. Instead we got an Assassin working together with a lone Templar Lady who wasn’t a part of the stronger Templar Faction.
· Also the fact that the Templars were behind the French revolution was a bad idea. The entire event was too great and complex to reduce it too “Templars stole away some food and made all the French people hungry and mad”. I would have preferred to see Templars and Assassins trying to get the upper hand in all the chaos caused by the Revolution or something like that which could have lead to the mentioned alliance.
· The commanding Templars weren’t that interesting. We got a lot of information and characterization out of the Templars from “Assassin’s Creed II” for example but almost nothing in this game. Even the Big Bad, François-Thomas Germain was not all that developed despite the fact that he was a Sage.
· The Death of Elise. Was that really necessary?! We don’t need more women in the fridge in Assassin’s Creed Ubisoft!
But biggest problem of the game is a different and simple one: It plays to slow and feels like it. In the other games if you got into combat it was faster solved in battle or it was easier to escape the enemy. Both are more difficult in this game than it should be. The combat isn’t all that difficult to master but the tedious nature of the fights made them annoying after a while. The stealth sequences fared a little better even if the whistle ability was missed and the cherry bombs were a bad substitute. After finishing “Unity” I started to play “Assassin’s Creed: Rogue” and I noticed how much faster the pace was and how much more fun the gameplay. Having the command over a ship again did also help because the gameplay with the ship is as engaging and fun like it was in “Assassin’s Creed III” and “Assassin’s Creed IV: Black Flag”. If a game feels to much like a chore, there is no fun in it. Other Assassin’s Creed games felt like a chore at times, but it was never as bad as in “Unity”. It felt like “Fake Difficulty” at times. Making the gameplay mechanics more difficult to use to give the player a greater challenge. A very cheap tactic to increase the challenge in my opinion and not a good one. In short: I think “Assassin’s Creed: Unity” is to slow.
Influx of Requests
With an influx in requests, in which I'm happy to fulfill and write up, bear with me as I slowly roll them out! Thank you for all your requests and ideas, I'm not saying to stop sending them in :) , I'm just making sure people know it'll take a little while for each of them! 😁
Can you write some Emily x reader sickfic
one with Emily sick and then one with reader sick
one of them ends up in the hospital in one of them
lots of cuddles and forehead kisses maybe even a nice bath(with soft slow orgasm)
Sorry for the late response!
In Sickness and In Health…
Summary: Emily gets sick first, and then, when her girlfriend gets sick too, Emily coaxes her back to health.
Emily Prentiss wasn’t one to go down easily, but when she did, it hit like a freight train. Fever, chills, body aches that made even sitting up feel like a mountain climb. And somehow, her girlfriend Y/N managed to look completely unbothered by the whirlwind she’d stepped into… calm, steady, warm.
“Water,” Emily croaked from beneath a pile of blankets on the couch, and without a word, Y/N was handing her a glass, kneeling beside her with that small, reassuring smile.
“You’re burning up. Drink this, then I’m putting on Sense and Sensibility. You’re due for some emotional regulation,” Y/N teased softly, brushing sweat-damp strands away from Emily’s forehead.
For two days, Y/N became everything Emily didn’t know she needed: soft socks, forehead kisses, cold compresses, soup just the way Emily liked it, blended smooth with way too much pepper. Her favourite tea brewed just right. A heated blanket warmed in the dryer before being wrapped around her. When Emily shivered, Y/N curled up behind her, letting her body heat soothe where words couldn’t reach.
“I’ve got you,” she whispered, every hour, without fail.
And slowly, Emily did get better. But Y/N… didn’t.
Emily knew something was wrong when she woke up to the sound of retching and the unmistakable thud of someone hitting the floor.
“Y/N?” she called, heart racing.
No answer. She threw off the covers and stumbled into the bathroom.
Y/N was collapsed on the cold tile floor, curled in on herself, her skin pale and slick with sweat, breath hitching in shallow, panicked gulps. Her lips were dry and cracked, and her hands trembled uncontrollably.
“Baby… hey, hey,” Emily dropped to her knees beside her, gently turning her over. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, unfocused. Her voice was barely a rasp.
“You were cold,” she mumbled, confused. “You were so cold—I… I couldn’t find the blankets—” Her body shook violently.
Emily didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her arms around her, holding her steady. “Shhh. You’re burning up, sweetheart. We’re going to the hospital. Stay with me.”
The paramedics came fast. Y/N was too weak to sit up on her own, barely coherent by the time they got her onto the stretcher. Emily held her hand in the ambulance, whispering soft reassurances as machines beeped around them.
At the hospital, Emily stood beside the bed in her sweatpants and hoodie, jaw clenched as the nurses hooked Y/N up to IV fluids and cooling blankets. Her fever had spiked to 40°C, her body drenched in sweat and trembling under the weight of it. Her lips moved now and then, soft murmurs that didn’t make sense, childhood memories, Emily’s name, something about fig trees.
“Is she going to be okay?” Emily asked one of the doctors.
The answer was kind, but cautious. “She’s young and healthy, so we’re optimistic. It’s a nasty viral infection. The fever’s just doing a number on her system. But we’ve got her now.”
Emily didn’t leave the room. She sat on the little reclining chair, feet tucked under her, never taking her eyes off Y/N. She held her hand through the delirium, murmured stories about old cases, about Italy, about their first kiss in the rain outside a jazz bar. She wiped down her forehead every hour and kissed her knuckles when no one was looking.
And when Y/N’s eyes finally focused on her, truly saw her, Emily smiled for the first time in days.
“You came back to me,” she whispered, and Y/N blinked, confused but comforted.
“Where else would I go?”
- - -
The Slow Return to Softness
It had been a week since Y/N came home. She was stronger now, colour back in her cheeks, voice steadier, even if she still got tired walking from the bedroom to the kitchen. Emily didn’t let her lift a finger.
When Y/N asked for a bath, Emily lit candles. Dimmed the lights. Eucalyptus oil in the water, lavender soap on the edge. She helped her undress with slow hands and gentle eyes, not like she was stripping her down, but like she was unwrapping something precious.
She stepped into the tub first and guided Y/N between her legs, letting her lean back against her chest. Emily wrapped her arms around her waist, warm water rippling up over their skin, steam rising around them like a cocoon.
Y/N let out a long, deep sigh. “You make everything better,” she whispered.
Emily pressed a kiss behind her ear. “That’s the plan.”
Silence stretched between them, soft and easy. Then Y/N tilted her head back just slightly, her voice low and hesitant.
“Can I ask for one more thing?”
“Always.”
“I want to… feel good. With you. Nothing fast. Just… soft. Like I’m still here. Still real.”
Emily’s hands tightened gently around her middle. “Okay,” she breathed.
One hand stayed splayed across Y/N’s stomach, the other slid lower, fingers gliding through the warm water, slow and reverent. She didn’t rush. She just touched, gently, rhythmically, as Y/N melted into her, every part of her body relaxing into safety, into closeness.
“You’re okay,” Emily whispered against her neck. “You’re so safe. Let go.”
Y/N whimpered, breath catching, body trembling, not from fever this time, but from the slow, rising tide that Emily coaxed from her with nothing but love. Her head dropped back onto Emily’s shoulder as she came, quiet and soft, a little broken sob of relief leaving her lips.
Emily kissed her temple, her jaw, her cheek. Held her through the aftershocks. Didn’t move a muscle as the water stilled around them.
They stayed like that long after, Emily gently washing Y/N’s skin, arms wrapped around her, soft hums low in her throat, like a lullaby for the woman she adored.
Junkus Minor - Nothing But Lies. This is track five of our album Inertia. Releasedate is 25.5.2010
Slow.
I'm guilty of being slow to realize things. Sometimes when I do come to a realization, feelings have already been hurt or things are then out of my control. I go through life trying to be good as I can, trying to bring happiness to as many people as I can. But the truth is there are going to be people that you hurt, whether it is intentional or not. And as much as you try to fix it, some things just can't be fixed. Some things you will just learn to live with. Some things you sleep and forget about the next day.
Time.
Time is a funny thing. We both love and hate it. There are days and moments when we wished the time would go by faster (for instance, while we are waiting at the DMV). However, there are moments when we wished time could stand still or go slower so we could cherish that moment longer.
fate again.
The heart goes cold.
The heart grows old.
The repetition of moments be it trembling or joyous.
The heart loses it all in the end.
art by @kmcvisuals
Permanent Holes.
Mirrors lie, outlining shapes that mean nothing.
Mirrors horrify, penetrating into brains and forming unrealistic images.
Mirrors, they influence us into beings that burden us to be and after the energies put into the transformation
a deeper hole is drilled in us instead realizing that it needs not a mirror to clearly see our portraits leaving us as nothings and as people of no belonging.
@lifepath25