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Thread: As requested by Misha: Brie

Was asked in chat recently if I ever draw things for my girl, and when I replied yes, I draw her all the time Misha got excited and demanded to see the pictures. So...here they are. A few notes 1. my realism is rusty and I've never been very good at drawing from life. 2. I hardly ever carry my sketchbook with me, unless I plan on being sedentary for a long time. But I always like being prepared for that just in case, so I carry around a spiral notebook instead. These were drawn in the notebook where I keep my Bluemoon notes, so some of the pages have writing on them relating to the comics I've done. The writing is not commentary at all on the pictures, but rather, the pictures were done afterwards in my desire to fill the empty spaces. 3. The one day, Sharpie marker was all I had with me, so that's what I used. She was making funny faces and she wanted me to draw her with her tongue sticking out. Then we had to figure out where we were gonna go out to eat that afternoon and her pensive expression was particularly stunning... so I drew it. This last one was done from an actual photograph of her...which is why it's better than the others--unmoving subject.
Thread: As requested by Misha: Brie

You do draw things that inspire you! I really like that last one. You both are just so cute!
Thread: As requested by Misha: Brie

Yes, I do draw what inspires me. Thank you, yeah, I like that one too.
Thread: Dane Cook !

So Dane Cook came to Halifax on Sunday night. I've been so excited, for months I had tickets. So, I went with some friends. We stopped by a local sushi bar before hand, had some deep friend cali rolls, some sake, and just had a grand old time. And then, the time came. I was fucking overjoyed. He had two guys open for him - both hilarious, the second brilliant. He went on about how he farted in a baby's face. xD Priceless. But Dane Cook? I almost swooned when he came out. I don't know if you guys know but, I'm a really hardcore Dane Cook fan. Like majooooor. Long story short? Fucking hilarious. He's hot. He's funny. I'm so glad he came. D listulistulistulistulistulistu
Thread: Dane Cook !

I love him! 3 He totally and one-hundred-percently oozes pure sex appeal. 3
Thread: Dane Cook !

!-- m --a classpostlink relnofollow href ... ilyGuy.flva!-- m -- Pretty much sums it up for me.
Thread: Dane Cook !

I'm going to agree with Try on this one.
Thread: searching for a roleplay,

Introductions should be filled with vital information including character descriptions and maybe tidbits of their personalities and tendencies. They should be beefy and descriptive, though shouldn't hold any speculations or mindless rambling. Average posts sizes for me vary, though I will never, ever write any less then one large, generally meaty paragraph I mirror my partner for the most part. When you are writing, you are painting a picture with words! Imbue your writing with color and meaning. If you don't know the difference between 'your' and 'you're', do not contact me in all seriousness. That's a major pet peeve of mine. Oh yes. Please, do not contact me if you're not going to spell properly when PMing me. If you over use ellipses, don't contact me. It's not my job to tell you how to play your character and vise-versa. However, I will not allow any submissive, cookie-cuttergeneric males or females. The typical bad-ass has gotten old for me, and talkative, hyper boys as well. Submissive ladies who blush as frequently as they blink and giggle without thinking have long since lost their novelty. Please give me something new. I beg of you. On a side note, my characters - both male and female - are typically dominant. Talk to me. I'm a human being I love to talk in the OOC and discuss the roleplay in further detail or just get to know my partner. It's pretty much pertinent that we have some manner of relationship. Please tell me if you are leaving or if you are unable to post for a certain period of time. After one week and I receive no reply, I'll send you a nasty message and probably block you. That is, of course, if you don't have a reason. Roleplays will take place over either AIM or PM. No threads or email. No yaoi or yuri. listulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistu
Thread: searching for a roleplay,

? ? ? ? not really in the mood for ? ? ? ? eh ... perhaps, please ask ? ? ? ? sure! let's give it a go ? ? ? ? craving from the depths of my soul SCIENCE FICTION ? ? ? ? so many elements that can be added here. I'm a big fan of fictional planets something made up or conjured. Both friendly and hostile alien races, invasive humanoids attacking a planet, you know. Try thinking of something based off of the series Santcuary or Stargate. I'm currently interested in an idea pertaining to a planet at the far reaches of another galaxy that's home to no modern technology, but a peaceful alien races well, some peaceful that are barterers, merchants and guardians. Feel free to ask me about the idea. MEDIEVAL ? ? ? ? the idea of nobles, harlots, knights, kings and queens have always fascinated me. For example, arranged marriage between a prince and a noble, but what if the noble doesn't want it? Or, a faulty king taken the throne and proposing false reign over his kingdom. Fantasy can definitely be incorporated here. I have a bit of an idea pertaining to a female knight whose love mislead her and cost her a job paired with an unfamiliar rebel leader that's more then glad to tear her head off after she's thrown from her home and into the mouth of ravenous wolves. MODERN ? ? ? ? modern with fantasy? Just plain modern? Either or. Gangs, drug abuse, etc. The sky is the limit here. I'd enjoy something that deals with gangs right now, or musicians. Sort of craving something a long the lines of simple college life at this very moment. You know - the meetings at Starbucks, weekend visits to see your parents, the constant arguments with your boss that you're sure is always wrong ... But, as of now Dec 7th I'm totally in the festive mood. I'd like to try something with a Christmas Grinch who just despises the holiday. FANTASY ? ? ? ? if you think about it, fantasy is like an enhancement - it can be paired with virtually any other genre and work out, even though it's its own genre. Dragons, lycans, demons ... modern fantasy, medieval fantasy, futuristic fantasy, sci-fi fantasy, horror fantasy ... many, many things! Currently I'm entertaining the idea of lycans, or times during 1600 Brazil where shamans, banshees and wengidos reigned. FUTURISTIC ? ? ? ? imagine a scenario when the planet has been ultimately destroyed by some futuristic cataclysmic event like the Mayan's prediction of 2012 or the virus that could never be cured, mentioned in the bible, that manifested that culminated in the destruction of the human race. What if over 90 of the population was decimated? What if the remaining humans where driven to cannibalism? Or ... what if a futuristic outlook brought sovereignty, beauty and peace to the planet earth. What if sentinels from another universe came to visit us what if ... technology governed the planet? listulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistu
Thread: searching for a roleplay,

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Thread: Favorite music videos/AMVs go here >8U

Manowar - King of Kings. youtube youtube youtube
Thread: Favorite music videos/AMVs go here >8U

Why would you make a single thread to encompass one third of what this whole forum is for?
Thread: Favorite music videos/AMVs go here >8U

To compile again peoples favorite music videosAMVs. most of the videos put here are just funny ones or awesome ones, doesn't make it someones favorite.
Thread: Into the Black [missedstations & Bathos]

To get into the engine room, Vince actually had to duck his head to avoid smacking it on the bulkhead. He was tall, not abnormally so, but these old ships tended toward a philosophy of conservation of space, cramming the ceilings down as low as they could reasonably get away with, leaving men like Vince ducking or sustaining regular concussions. Vince chose to duck. The engine room was like something out of a history class, nearly ancient by a tech junkie's standards--not that Vince was a junkie. In fact, he found something kind of soothing in the elegance of older machinery, the simplicity of parts that performed single functions and performed them well. He felt a sourceless suspicion toward modern technology, advancing faster by the second too fast for Vince to learn which parts did what and why. It was for that reason he had to hire on a technician of his own about a year back, a decision he regretted at least once daily. Vince carded his fingers through his neatly trimmed hair, glancing around before he came too far into the engine room, a little habit born of a paranoia he could never shake. His attention fell on a man across the room, working intently and paying Vince no notice. He was slender, though with his hands raised to work, his shirt clung and rode up and revealed a pretty solid structure. His hair was black, which fit the description, and his skin was this creamy sort of pale that suggested several years absent of shore leave. Vince hadn't even seen the man's face, but any doubt in his mind that he'd found his mark was purely for the sake of red tape. He took a step forward, opened his mouth to rattle off whatever generic greeting came first to his mind, but was halted when another man--a man nearly as big as Vince, himself--stepped into his line of sight. Papers? Absently, gaze still fixed over this new guy's shoulder--he was probably the midshipman, his mind supplied from a distance--Vince withdrew his papers and handed them over. Hmm. McCabria, John. Says here you're a technician. Vince dragged his eyes over to the midshipman, nodding. Yeah, I, uh, heard you could use some help with repairs and I'm sorta lookin' to get off this heap so I thought-- Save your pitch, the midshipman told him. I'm Brody, that over there is Jack. Welcome to engine crew. Jack here's got a handle on the fuel line right now, but we could use some help with the forward thrusters. You game? Jack , Vince thought with an internal smirk. My ass . Out loud, he said, Sure, let's have a look at it. Brody led him away from the skinny, dark-haired man who Vince was certain was Remarque, and he had no choice but to follow.
Thread: Into the Black [missedstations & Bathos]

Remarque glanced across as the men left, but with little real curiosity. The more involved he became with his task, the less interest he had in the outside world. It had been how he had escaped the war relatively mentally unscathed. He was glad that Brody had began to fully appreciate his preference towards working alone, the early attempts to keep him company had been irritating to Remarque, and deeply unsatisfying to Brody. He had exploded one day and told the entire crew, very loudly, that the engines were more conversational. Only when all fuel gauges showed green was he satisfied, and he stood up and stretched as well as he could in that space. One small section of the overall whole was completed, and it made him feel a little better. Maybe everything would be fine so long as he didn't step off the ship. He replaced the panels slowly and yawned. That was good nine of hours of work he had done, but before he could go to bed he supposed that he should really check how the rest of the ship was doing. Calling up the diagnostics, he checked that the work on the hull was going on a decent pace, but that to replace engine parts would take far longer. Maybe no rest then. Maybe he should do something useful instead, so the ship could leave as soon as possible. His hands were starting to hurt though. His fingers had been broken far too many times to count, and not every time he had the best medical care. If you didn't want to attract attention, it was best to keep your mouth shut, and let anyone who outranks you beat the shit out of you if they really feel like it. Sometimes he won, sometimes he lost. It added up, but overall he preferred to keep his life and possessions. Maybe his life didn't look like it was worth much, but it was his and he wanted to keep it. 'Hey, Brody, how's it going?' he had appeared mysteriously, studying the innards of the thrusters. His own professional conclusion was not very well, but he tried to have normal conversations sometimes. Despite the fact that the chaos irked him no end, and that couple of techs looked thoroughly incompetent, he didn't get involved. Only if he was asked. For the moment, it was nice to stand, watch, and massage his fingers. 'Fuel line's done, by the way. I doubt we'll have any trouble there for a long time.-' He trailed off and stared at one of the techs. He could not contain himself, and in an almost military tone asked 'Why the hell are you opening that? The diagnostics are fine. There is no need to look at the core, all the damage is to the outer parts.' There really was no need to make the work longer by fucking things up, was there.
Thread: Into the Black [missedstations & Bathos]

If no one else did, Vince certainly noticed when Jack came into sight. He was the whole reason Vince was even on the old junker in the first place, though, and so he was particularly attuned to his presence. Brody, on the other hand, jumped when he was suddenly made aware of Jack standing just behind him, and turned to scowl at him. Just peachy, he said sarcastically, though there was no real venom in his tone. Vince watched this, noting how Jack didn't really come off as any kind of war hardened criminal, and he was just about to start revising his suspicions, perhaps look elsewhere on the ship, when Jack suddenly started barking at another tech, a young kid who looked greener than a seasick tree frog. The kid looked up at Jack, wide eyed with terror or shock or both, and started to re-fasten the steel plate he'd just removed with shaking hands. It was actually kind of funny, and Vince didn't blame Jack for his outburst. Hell, he'd blown up at his own crew more times than he could count. But still, he couldn't resist the temptation. Maybe I told him to, Vince said, voice pitched a little deeper, a little rougher than usual. He rose slowly out of the crouch he'd held while he'd been working some build-up out of one of the secondary thrusters and keeping a low profile. Now he straightened to his full height, rolling his broad shoulders to shake from of the stiffness from them, and room suddenly seemed to shrink around him. Vince absolutely did not tell the young tech to access the core, but that was neither here nor there. The point of this exercise was to ruffle up Remarque and see how he handled it. The reason behind it? It was fun . Vince slowly looked his target down, then up, a slow, lazy smirk pulling his mouth to the right. Never hurt to take a second look. You got a problem with that, Jack?
Thread: Into the Black [missedstations & Bathos]

One thing Remarque knew beyond any shadow of doubt was that he was better at this than anyone else on the ship. The sheer number of vessels he had worked on, the amount of times his life had depended on it and his precise memory made him an utterly formidable source of knowledge. He was rather offended any time anyone questioned him, but after a while he had learned not to let it show. He was in this for the long term survival. 'I can assure you that I am better than you, and that I know exactly what I am doing.' He did not look the least intimidated, meeting Vince's eyes squarely. His face was expressionless, and his silver eyes perfectly cold. He had learned to wear that mask during military service it scared most people efficiently enough. It was an easy face to wear, and he looked exactly capable of anything. 'There is no need to waste time on useless work, there is a cargo that needs to get to its destination.' A perfectly reasonable argument. And the boy was an idiot for not having read the notes that Remarque had posted to all the members of the repair team. 'Aditionally, I wouldn't trust him to get his hands in there. He might break something.' And he was quite sure that Brody would rather throw the new guy off the ship than Jack, the most useful tech he had ever known. Remarque could afford to stand his ground. He got a sense that this crew would be loath to lose him. As un-companionable as he was, they had become used to his little oddities. Brody clapped Jack on the back to in an attempt to lighten the mood. 'He's been working nine hours straight, so excuse him if he's a little short with y'all.' Jack shrugged as if to agree and looked away smoothly, back to the ship diagnostics. The episode was, in his mind, over. It would take more than that to unnerve him.
Thread: Into the Black [missedstations & Bathos]

Vince stood his ground a moment longer, gaze still fixed on Jack, more confident now than he had been before this was the war criminal known as Remarque, and before this heap of junk embarked into space, he would be in Vince's custody. He took the opportunity created by his outburst--in which he was a testosterone-fueled alpha who was pretty much expected to stare Jack down--to get a good look at Remarque. He was thin, too thin by Vince's standards but not to the point of starvation, though he probably didn't pack a lot of strength in his swings, should they come to blows. He'd be a fast little shit, though, of that much Vince was sure. And probably crafty, too, with spatial reasoning off the charts and a natural inclination toward breaking and fixing things, he'd have to be bound tight and watched constantly. There was also the fact he was a war criminal, accused of committing nasty atrocities in the name of victory . There hadn't been a trial yet, so there was a chance Remarque wasn't even guilty, but even calling his innocence a long shot would be an unnecessary stretch. Vince had come across his share of veterans of the war, and not a one of them had come through that conflict unscathed. So, along with being a tricky bastard with what appeared to be enhanced vision and a stick up his ass, Remarque would most likely be a cold, desensitized bastard. Vince smiled. His favorite kind of job. Well, pretty boy, I can assure you that you're a dick , Vince said, enjoying the way the junior tech who had been about to access the thruster core now quivered with what appeared to be an attempt not to laugh or piss himself. He turned away then, too, because all their shifts were up and it was time to report to the mess for a steaming pile of unidentifiable xeno-culinary mush.
Thread: Into the Black [missedstations & Bathos]

Remarque was probably in fact more guilty than his bounty suggested, but too many crimes were committed by far too many, and of course there would never be time to catalogue them correctly. He had massacred is own crew for one, and apparently stole a battleship, as well as making many ships he had worked on death traps. There were one or two known ghost ships that had claimed the lives of many salvage crews, and Remarque was known to be one of the three survivors of one of those. Pretty boy. Well, that wasn't a particularly new one. Didn't happen as often these days though... When he first joined the army, that had been the standard reference to him. Until the day he got one of the highest officer posts on the Requiem, and from then it was always 'sir'. He missed that time, when no one could question his orders, when the ship under his control was ferally armed and with the most beautiful of technology. The Requiem had always sung under his fingers, with her oh so perfect engines. Jack simply shrugged, entirely unaffected by the insult. There was not that much that could possibly happen on the ship. It was best not to reminisce about the past. He wasn't particularly inclined towards food and would have rather rested, so he slipped away from the rest of them, towards the tiny narrow room that was his alone. It didn't contain much apart from a bed and a desk, with parts of computers and machines strewn across the floor. That sort of chaos suited him in many ways. In his free time he was happy to fix whatever seemed broken, and occasionally even to help with the crew with their gadgets. He checked his messages none, of course and then sat down on the bed to begin to unlace his boots. Sleep, then his next shift.
Thread: Into the Black [missedstations & Bathos]

The techs left the engine room in shifts, Vince hanging near the back of the group with the sole aim of ducking out when no one was looking. It wasn't the most elegant of tactics, he realized, but he found stealth was a wasted effort for a man his size. He fared better in these kinds of situations with a practiced air of Yes-I-absolutely-belong-here-now-go-about-your-business . He glanced back toward the engine room, checking to make sure that his target was following--picking him up in the mess hall, with plenty of people around, would be the perfect scenario to prevent his escape--and found that he- Well, he wasn't. Remarque was slipping off in another direction, and if the ship was designed at all like the other tired old freighters Vince had boarded in the course of his career, he was headed toward the crew's overnight bunks. Vince waited for Remarque to disappear around a corridor before he broke away from the rest of the techs, pivoting on his heel and following exactly the way his target had gone. In a pinch, a private capture would have to do. Vince rounded the final corner only just in time to find a completely deserted hallway and a narrow door sliding shut with a shuddering hiss. Judging by the spacing of the doors along the bulkhead, he could guess that they were single quarters. Remarque would be alone. Vince crouched in front of Remarque's door, slid the hem of his trousers up over his boots, and withdrew the things he would need from the ankle strap he'd so carefully donned that morning. There was a pistol, compact and matte black and loaded with traditional soft metal slugs, a pair of wrist binders keyed to a combination known only by Vince and his first officer, and a badge that served as proof that Vince was, in fact, a hunter listed on the galactic registry and was fully within his rights to escort Remarque off the ship. The pistol, he tucked into his waistband at his low back, along with the binders. The badge, he slipped into his shirt pocket. Only then did he palm open the door without so much as a chime to announce his presence, and stepped into the doorway. Rather than explode immediately into motion, Vince folded his arms and leaned his shoulder against the open doorway, mouth curving into a smile. This time, when he spoke, his voice was low and lazy, almost intimate in the fashion of long-time friends picking up an ongoing discussion. So you're better than me, huh?
Thread: Into the Black [missedstations & Bathos]

One of the things that Remarque had learned over his lifetime, both during the war and after especially after was that weapons should never be out of the reach of his hand. As soon as he woke, he reached for the side of his mattress and pulled out his gun with all the elegance only thorough military training could give and all the speed he had, born of fear. Once you fought in the war, you could never sleep deeply again, however exhausted. He was sitting up and pointing the gun at Vince's chest in less than 2 seconds. This had been what had saved his life so many times. Recognising the new tech, he lowered the gun only slightly so that if he shot the wound would not be fatal. His gun was obviously military issue, stolen when he deserted. While old and well used, it was in perfect repair, and always loaded. During the day, he had to do without it so as to not draw attention, but in his room he did not like parting from it. Did the man want revenge for what happened earlier? Remarque would no doubt lose a fist fight, but maybe the loaded gun would be a sufficient deterrent. This was sufficiently far from most of the crew's regular haunts that no one would probably notice what happened until hours after the fact. 'What the fuck are you doing in here?' he said, now completely awake.