seen from Slovakia
seen from Tunisia
seen from Netherlands
seen from South Korea
seen from Malaysia
seen from Singapore
seen from China
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from Argentina
seen from Mexico
seen from United Kingdom
seen from T1
Trial and error was an amazing show and cant believe it got cancelled. It was a sitcom that i was waiting forawhile. Specially after parks&rec. It was funny, smart, original with a wonderful, talented cast. I am really surprised that it didnt get the attention it deserved. Hope someone would save it.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Poster Design Development Hatch Show Print Inspired.
On Wednesday Afternoon we had sketched out our work for a poster concept and went onto beginning to make it. We wanted to created a breast using a method inspired by Hatch Show Print, upturning type and printing using the backs.
In theory it would have looked ace but in reality it didn't turn out quite so well. We spoke to Naomi who was impressed with our method and ideology, she gave us advice and for a possible development we have a way of producing the outcome we want.
Posted | Friday 6th January 2017
Professor Milway's slumped figure wasn't just wearing prosthetic legs; the entire body before us was a metal copy. It looked like a copy-paste version of Mira themselves, down to the build and features, but without the prosthetic arm and the sun and moon earrings. This wasn't what Professor Milway Ginger knew. This was a sophisticated decoy, or perhaps a shell left behind. The actual Professor Milway had truly vanished two and a half years ago, leaving behind this intricate, life-like automaton and the chilling mystery of the Isle.
Page 19
<- Prev/ Next->
A Grave Discovery
"Maleficent, honey, those are guns."
My eyes widened. "Guns?" I repeated, my voice barely a whisper, the word feeling terribly out of place in this magical, ancient library. Mira, who had been so calm and composed moments before, now had a tight line to their lips as they approached the slumped figure of ‘Professor Milway.’
Ginger's relief evaporated, replaced by a renewed tension. "So, who's Professor Milway?" she asked, her voice hushed.
"Mira Milway, Professor Milway's twin sibling," Mira replied, their voice a low rumble. They were now right beside the professor's desk, their keen black eyes scanning the scene.
Their prosthetic arm, gleaming in the faint light, moved with precision as they lifted the cloth covering what I'd first mistaken for simply more papers. Beneath it lay a collection of broken-down gun parts – disassembled barrels, shattered grips, and twisted firing pins. It was clearly the remnants of the firearms I'd glimpsed earlier, now rendered useless.
"My brother left for the Isle and never returned," Mira's voice was a low rumble, heavy with unspoken history. "No contact or forms of communication, overtime," They paused, their black eyes narrowed towards Ginger, as a complicated mix of emotions swirled within them. "I grew a horse's ass. Before he left, he told me to keep protection with these broken parts and gave me his robe for his memory.” They held the teal robe tightly in their hand, rubbing the fabric with their thumb. "Milo hasn't been here for two and a half years," they stated, their voice barely a whisper, the weight of the years heavy in the air.
Ginger nudged me, her eyes wide as she whispered, "Those legs are made of metal." I followed her gaze, and sure enough, beneath the hem of Professor Milway's robe, peeking out from under the chair, I could clearly see the glint of metallic, articulated joints. They weren't skin or cloth; they were clearly a pair of highly advanced prosthetic legs.
This new detail added another layer to the mystery. Professor Milway wasn't just in a magically induced stasis; he had undergone a significant physical change, or perhaps this was why he left for the Isle in the first place. The implications were chilling. Was this a result of whatever happened to him on the Isle, or a pre-existing condition that only now became apparent? And how did a man with prosthetic legs get into this deeply hidden library, especially if he'd been gone for over two years?
"He didn't have those before," Ginger breathed, her eyes fixed on the metal limbs. "Not that I know of."
Mira, catching our hushed conversation, turned their gaze to their brother's legs. A flicker of surprise, then grim recognition, crossed their features. "Now that's a metal copy that he made of himself before he left and after Ginger's last visit." They looked back at us, their expression resolute despite the growing enigma. "We need to find answers, and fast."
The revelation landed with a dull thud.
Page 18
<- Prev/Next->
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Closet
This goes well with Trial and Error, just a part that I'll have to work on.
(So sorry for the inactivity, I got a little busy with other stuff)
Trial & Error
Jonas' Pov
Page: 1, Pg 2,Pg 3,Pg4 & Pg5
Page: 6, Pg7, Pg 8, Pg 9 & Pg10
Page: 11, Pg12, Pg13, Pg14& Pg15
Page 16, Pg17, Pg18, Pg19 & Pg20
A few minutes after Ginger disappeared into the kitchen, a Yellow Pikmin scurried towards me, a tiny, determined dot of sunshine against the floor. It stopped at my feet, holding up a folded note in its little root-hands. I carefully took it, unfolding the small paper to read:
Jonas, I might need some lemons. Even if you don't have them, I just might need them.
-Ginger
Just as I finished reading, a muffled, exasperated curse floated in from the kitchen. It was definitely Ginger. It seemed her "seasonal allergies" were getting the better of her, and lemons were now a critical part of her battle plan.
The kitchen was a silent save for the refrigerator's steady hum. That is, until Ginger's soft sniff punctuated it. She was leaning over the countertop, stirring her tea, her hand pressed against her cheek. The instant I walked in, she shot me a quick side-eye, one eyebrow arching in a silent question.
(Page 2)
<- Previous / Next ->
