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malaky-nightm4r3 · 8 months
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Hey psst, After Effect update and news after eons
After Effect's 3rd birthday/anniversary is coming up, November 16th
So in celebration, I've begun making new refurbished ref sheets for everyone, we have a new main cast that isn't JUST Night and Killer, and the story is updated and in the process of getting loosely written out so drafts can begin, though I might end up asking someone to outsource writing Dream idly, I am NOT confident enough to write him accurately.
Its been ages but, this is your regular reminder regarding AE. This is a self indulgent sort of 'hurt/comfort' story, post Nightmare getting uncorrupted and donning the name Night, treating Nightmare as no longer his name due to what was done with it, and a slow burn romance story between Night and Killer. I'm doing my best to stick to each respective's canon but I can't promise perfection, though I treat Night as demiromantic which isn't exactly canon per say. Its safe to say this story is ""ship heavy"", though its just a driving force for me to create this story in the first place, the plot is more than just that.
The name is still sort of a pun, the story IS an after effect of one big detail changed in Dreamtale, and the multiverse's, story. Nightmare getting uncorrupted. But it also works for other background or side plots. You'll just have to be patient and find out.
Our new main characters, without giving much away, are Night, Killer, Color, Blue, Lust. Only teaser regarding the new lineup you'll get is Blue and Lust are married but not legally. They chose not to. Blue isn't just any old Underswap sans, he's the same one Killer stabbed in the eye in the one comic. Its been years since that took place, though, I'm sure Killer being his husband's best friend is no issue, right? Color might have a heart attack over Night and break out his old therapy routine, he's already handled Killer once before, surely Night will be easier, right?? Right?
Night is still plagued with night terrors, and occasional hallucinations of the creature that stood in his place for centuries. It isn't real, but he'll grow numb to it eventually...right?
Dreamtale, Nightmare, and Dream belongs to @/jokublog Underlust belongs to the AU community Underswap belongs to the AU community Color belongs to @/Superyoumna Killer belongs to @/Rahafwabas
Even after all this time, I still get anxiety regarding tagging creators for these things, so I've credited and linked to their blogs.
I do not see the AMT getting completed anytime soon, it will take a long time to even start whatever production I'm deciding on, so please understand it's still not magically all done and getting revealed on the anniversary.
You get one teaser ref, and that's the man himself, the origin of this whole alternate multiverse timeline story...Night
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Isn't he just so much more mature looking than my last design? These refs are not what they start with, just their mid-story refs, made mostly for me!
One final detail for this, I feel its necessary, to those who have been fans for a while, or any newcomers who stumbled across this post, I'm pushing my unspoken policy I've had for years, which is No NSFW using the alts and story I'm creating. I have no issue with it privately, but please do not share it publicly.
Thank you to everyone who has stuck by me, through thick and thin, while I built this comfort story, fell apart from it, threw it all away and started anew. Thank you for being here, and encouraging me whether outwardly or in spirit.
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animatedjen · 2 months
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hey Jen how's Traitor Inquisito— I'm making my own cutscenes help
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burymeinblack2022 · 2 years
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I'M JUST A GHOST SO I CAN'T HURT YOU ANYMORE
Credit (x) (@kybercait on tumblr)
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jellyfilledeyes · 29 days
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forgot to post this but look
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swaps55 · 2 months
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Mezzo - 10 - Jagged Lines
Pairing: mshenko | Rating: M Tags: Canon-typical violence, trauma, dealing with your problems poorly, body autonomy struggles   Summary: The twists and turns of ME2, through the eyes of everyone but Commander Shepard. Chapter Summary: Horizon.   Thank you so much to @sinvraal for being an amazing beta!
Chapter 10: Jagged Lines | Read on Ao3
11 December 2185, Omega Nebula, Sahrabarik System, Normandy SR-2
Shepard comes out of his briefing with the Illusive Man a different person than when he went in. Cold, brusque, locked on a target only he can see, like a grenade without a pin. Jacob takes up position on the far side of the conference room table. As if that will somehow minimize the splash damage.
“Seems like we got something,” Jacob observes, as Miranda, Dr. Solus, Vakarian, Massani, and even Jack file in and take up places around the table, where a projection of a planet Jacob isn’t familiar with rotates slowly. Only the krogan is missing.
“Colony in the Traverse lost comms an hour ago.” Shepard speaks into the comm. “Joker, I need a course laid in to get us to the Iera System in Shadow Sea. Right now.”
Jack leans a hip against the table, twirling a mote of dark energy through her fingers, about as far from Miranda as Jacob is from Shepard. If squad cohesion is the goal, Shepard’s got some work to do.
“Uh, that’s a tall order, sir. Iera isn’t exactly next door.”
“I don’t give a shit, Joker. Get me there.”
“Yes, sir.”
“EDI, I need everything you have on the planet Horizon.”
“Downloading requested information to shore party datapads.”   
Jacob flips on his own datapad and opens EDI’s freshly delivered file to do a quick skim. For several of the colony abductions, Freedom’s Progress included, comm failure had been the first sign of trouble. But by the time the silence had been noticed, attempts made to raise them, and scout ships deployed to investigate, they had been far too late to even see a collector, much less stop them.
The Illusive Man had set up monitoring programs for virtually every human colony in the Traverse. Seemed like a monumental amount of resources to spend on what amounted to looking for a needle in a haystack.
…Unless you actually find the needle.
“Long range scans from the Illusive Man don’t show anything in orbit,” Shepard goes on. “We’re going to do our damndest to get there before the collectors make their move.”
Pipe dream, Jacob thinks. He skims through the data. “Population’s over six hundred thousand. If this really is the collectors, it’s the largest colony they’ve hit yet. Could mean numbers.”
“We’ll adapt,” Shepard says flatly.
Miranda taps a nail against the conference room table. At the rate she speed reads, she’s probably already through most of the report. “It has to be the collectors. Human colony in the Traverse, independent from Alliance control. They’re a perfect target. This could be our chance to test the countermeasure and gather some intel on what they’re doing with these colonists.”
“And save more people from abduction,” Jacob prods.
“Of course.”
Solus paces back and forth from his spot beside Shepard, three paces each direction. “Countermeasure ready to be tested. However, if seeker swarm density exceeds test models—”
Shepard cuts him off with a scowl. “We’ll adapt.”
Jack folds her arms across her chest. She hasn’t touched her datapad. “What’ll they give us in a fight?”
“We know they have at least one ship capable of taking out a frigate without breaking a sweat,” Jacob replies. “As for the rest, guess we’re about to find out.”
Garrus swipes at the holo projection of Horizon on the conference table, the reticle of his visor flickering as he adjusts the HUD interface. A rendering of the main colony site map takes the place of the planet. He points a talon at something on the southeastern perimeter. It flashes red.
“Since when do independent human colonies have Alliance AA guns?”
Shepard’s iron gaze flicks away. “Since a few weeks ago, apparently.”
“Is Alliance on the ground?”
The gravity well does a somersault. Jacob’s eye twitches. Like nails on a chalkboard.
“Yes.”   
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collegeboysam · 6 months
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Summary:
After many years of self-destructive reflection, Aemond Targaryen has come to terms with the conclusion that he needs Lucerys Velaryon getting run through. Be by his sword or by his cock, he does not care. Both, perhaps, if he’s being honest with himself. So, when time comes for Lucerys—heir to Driftmark and second son of the Queen—to become betrothed following the old costume of political unions, all his suitors start to drop like flies. Aemond watches with amusement the chaos that the harm and disappearance of high-borns causes across the realm, all with a perfectly composed expression. Mostly. He knows it won’t take long before someone in the small council or his family finds out the entire thing’s his doing. Doesn’t matter. His dear nephew simply cannot belong to anyone else when he still has so much to repay to Aemond first. Flesh for flesh is what he wants. No, what he needs. More so after realizing Lucerys himself might be plagued by the same desperate hunger Aemond has been fighting for years. Can’t have any of it if the little fucker is getting married to someone else.
Fic on AO3
Pairing: Aemod Targaryen/Lucerys Velaryon
Rating: Explicit
Main Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Canon Divergence, Aged-Up Characters, Hate to Love, Mutual Pining, Mutual Lusting, Slow Burn, Mutually Obsessed Body Worship/Sex.
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nofacednerd · 4 months
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finally figured out how to draw blorbo from my shows so I made a reference sheet so I can remember how to draw him LMAO featuring some personal headcanons :)
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queercatboyrights · 24 days
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absolutely love the haunted wine barrels in the rosymorn monastery that show up in every single one of my playthroughs without fail, honestly wouldn't be the same place without em
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seithr · 5 months
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seithr accidentally pulls a tuchanka in stellaris
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malaky-nightm4r3 · 1 year
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I've decided to put After Effect to rest, I'm just not as motivated as I used to be. Nightkiller still brings me joy but there doesn't appear to be much for me to gain anymore, self indulgence-wise, in trying. It been months since I even contributed anything new to the story.
Now I need to get back to my job training videos, thanks for reading
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i had to draw super sonic 2
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disastersteps · 1 year
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it feel so far. but she held your shoulder. tightly.
(she knew. you knew. she doesn't want you to go too far.)
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misqnon · 19 days
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i want...to play video games again...
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remembered my b12 for the first time in over a fortnight and oh that's where my brain went lol
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swaps55 · 1 year
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Fugue - 17 - All The Time
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Art by @eluvisen. From left to right, Corporal Muriel Aslany, Lieutenant Commander Kaidan Alenko, and Specialist Kara Pendergrass.
Pairing: mShenko
Rating: M
Tags: Angst, Grief, Major (Canonical) Character Death
Summary: Alchera, and the two-year gap.  
Chapter Summary: Epilogue
Thank you to everyone who stuck with this story. I started writing it in the fall of 2020, and it’s been the most difficult writing journey I’ve ever taken. Writing Fugue was like fighting a war, and there were many times I didn’t think I would get to the end. The story was too ambitious, outside my scope as a writer, and just too difficult to do justice. But it was very important to me, and I wanted to give it my best shot. The fact that I am posting the epilogue is in large part because of everyone who read it, commented on it, supported it, and encouraged me through it. You believed I could do it when I didn’t. Thank you for that, from the bottom of my heart.
Chapter 17: All The Time | Read on Ao3
23 October 2185, Sol System, Local Cluster, Earth, Vancouver
Light rain starts to fall when Kaidan heads back to his parents condo in Vancouver, a fresh jar of saffron tucked into his pocket that will, at least in his mother’s eyes, save dinner from being a disaster.
Shadows from the surrounding skyscrapers loom large in the quickly fading light as he heads up the street and around the corner, wishing he’d thought to bring an umbrella. The rain and wind with winter on its mind make the last eleven weeks he spent at the Villa a distant memory. Should have grabbed a better jacket.
He shakes rain off his boots as he gets in the elevator, checking his omni-tool one more time to make sure his mother hadn’t thought of anything else she’d forgotten, or worse, Pendergrass had found some way to make the oven explode in his absence. Leaving her and Aslany alone in a confined space with his parents feels like a tactical misstep, but the afternoon had passed without incident, if you didn’t count Pendergrass’ elcor sex joke. Which, given his father’s fifty year career in the military, probably wasn’t anything they hadn’t already heard.
Besides, his mother had laughed.
Light and a blast of warmth spill into the hallway when he opens the door, on the heels of Pendergrass’ laughter. The smell of the stew, Khoresh-e Fesenjoon, made special for Aslany, is enough to make his mouth water. He’s pretty sure the saffron isn’t going to make much difference in the end, but you can’t tell his mother that.
Pendergrass and his father stand in the living room, eyes on the photo wall that his mother has so carefully tended over the years. Normally his mother is the one who tries to embarrass him with old photos, but apparently his father is on duty tonight.
Kaidan kicks off his boots in the foyer so he doesn’t track in the rain and heads to the kitchen, where his mother and Aslany peer into a dutch oven. Aslany has a spoon in her hand and a look of concentration on her face.
“Not sweet enough, is it?” Kaidan’s mother says.
Aslany shakes her head. “Needs more molasses.”
“Or saffron,” Kaidan says, handing her the jar.
“Goodness, is it raining?” his mother exclaims at the sight of him. “Hang on, there’s a few spare towels in your old bathroom, and I can grab one of your dad’s sweaters.”
“I can take care of it,” Kaidan tells her with a chuckle, hand on her arm to keep her from charging out of the kitchen. “Take care of the stew.”
“I don’t know, I think Muriel’s got it,” his mother says, offering Aslany a proud grin. “Don’t think I’m even needed here.”
Aslany ducks her chin, flush building at the back of her neck. Leave it to his mother to be able to charm Aslany right out of the gate. His mother straightens his collar and smiles at him. “Thanks for running to the store.”
“Can’t have a chicken stew without saffron,” he says in mock horror. “What would the neighbors think?”
Her smile deepens, and suddenly she tugs him into a hug. She squeezes him tight before she lets him go.
“What was that for?” he asks.
“Good to see you smile again,” she says, before making a face and wiping at her shirt.
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daylunar-anthem · 9 months
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Do ppl rly think that this Splatfest will have a bigger effect on the future of the franchise than just it being a neat reference/1 year anniversary celebration?
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