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whitedemon-ladydeath · 2 months
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yknow how in the hunger games district one was one of the first districts to join the rebellion? consider: Velaris joining the Illyrians in their rebellion and Uprising against the IC okay thank you and good night
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astronomodome · 1 month
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ImpulseSV megabase class inequality
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cyberegypt · 9 days
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Cyberpunk Aesthetic + Ancient Egypt = New Cairo Megacity
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jack-o-lyn · 6 months
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Stray - Midtown
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shitpostingkats · 2 years
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“But it’s just a character design thing-“ Shhhhhhhhhhh. Shh.
The color of Satellite is gold. It’s in their marks, it’s how they’re branded by the city. So they chose to begrudgingly accept it, to make it theirs, to dye it in their hair and wear it in their jewelery and taunt back with gallows humor, “These are the colors we’re painted in, so we decided to beat you to the canvas.” It’s why Yusei has streaks of gold in his spikes. It’s why Crow proudly sports a gold wrist guard when he enters the wrgp.
(It’s why Jack Atlas’ color scheme is very specifically silver.)
It’s why the dark signers face marks are purple; the darkness falling over the colors of satellite.
And it’s why, despite the whole bridge being steely grey, the monument is a shining gold.
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vacantgodling · 1 month
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For Hya and Amon lolol:
💚 someone's jealous
thank you thank you! just for you i’m gonna do the grunge children au which is slum au (aka they meet when they’re younger and both grow up in the slums)
and just for reference: hya goes by the latter half of his name “cinth” in this au. also i think they’re in their teens for this particular scene. amon’s probably 15 and hya’s 17.
tw (ig): teenage budding sexuality discovery which takes the form of feeling slightly aroused but not understanding the feelings fully. yknow.
💚 someone's jealous
Amon couldn’t figure out why, really. But lately, Cinth was always flip flopping between hot and cold. Some days, he would stay holed up in the little rickety attic he called a room and wouldn’t see anyone, not even Moxie, no matter how much she told her son to get his ass downstairs. Other days, he was out and about and wouldn’t come home until nightfall, and even if Amon waited for him at the entrance to Halifax… Cinth didn’t acknowledge him, just walked by with his nose upturned—like he was some noble. Then there were days like today. Cinth emerged from his room wearing something Amon had never seen before—some frilly thing around his neck with little beads or some flecks of some thing shiny in it. He was wearing one of his mother’s old performing dresses, that was starting to get a little too tight on him, but only just. The sleeves of it it looked like he’d cut and hemmed himself. For shoes, he was wearing a pair Amon never seen, but they clicked and clacked when he walked along the creaky old floors over to the door where Amon was waiting for him.
Amon couldn’t help but narrow his eyes.
“What’s with the get up?” He asked with a scowl. Cinth just looked at him. “I’m trying something new.” He decided on. “What’s it to you.”
“You look ridiculous.”
“To you.” Cinth turned up his nose—he was good at that. His nose was quite regal and Amon had taken to studying it recently; since Cinth was always turning it at him. “But anyway, it’s not a worry of yours. You’re here for your hair right?” Cinth regarded him, up and down, a judgmental look that never failed to make something shudder through Amon’s body; being trapped under his gaze. He couldn’t tell if he hated it, or if he liked it. “I hope you are anyway.” Cinth added. “It looks like a rat’s nest.”
“I got into a fight.” Amon said, surly, but he followed Cinth into the home. Moxie didn’t appear to be home, probably either begging down at the docks or still at a client’s house. He noticed more and more often she wasn’t home, which meant more and more time that he and Cinth were left alone; especially since he was allowed now to finally come over across the slums by himself. The freedom gave him a thrill, but it was with its obvious consequences. He’d been getting into fights more often, much to Knox’s chagrin. He felt like there was always something burning under his skin. Especially when Cinth wasn’t around, or he stood him up.
“Maybe it wouldn’t be so fucked up if you were there with me.” Amon added, as somewhat of an afterthought—but thankfully Cinth didn’t seem to be listening. He led him back to their drawing room—or what was a drawing room in this old run down place, and Cinth sat on the old couch like he always did, giving Amon another look until he sat down on the pillows in front of him, set there for this purpose. Amon felt the brush of the cocktail dress coming apart on his back as Cinth settled his legs on either side of him. What if Cinth wasn’t wearing anything under there? The back of his neck suddenly felt hot.
Cinth wasted little time in undoing the mess of twists that Amon’s hair was in. They’d been grabbed and pulled, and some hairs yanked out even, but even though his head was a bit tender, he found in some ways he liked the sting. Cinth’s hands carded through his hair and for a strange moment, his mind conjured the thought of Cinth pulling it. He quickly shook the thought from his mind.
“So… where have you been going anyway? When you leave town?” Amon sounded sour, even to himself—but he couldn’t help it. Along with Erecia, Cinth was just a staple in his life—he didn’t know what could be more interesting than their usual shenanigans. “None of your business.” Cinth decided after a beat. He’d begun the usual tight cornrows that he tended to put Amon’s hair in (“Since, if you’re going to fight, it’s better that people can’t grab your hair.” He always said) and it was so familiar, Amon felt himself relaxing into it, even if he was annoyed at Cinth’s evasiveness.
“It wouldn’t kill you to tell me what you’re up to. You think I’m gonna judge you or something?”
“I’ll tell you when I feel like it. Can’t you just spend time with Erecia or something?” Cinth sounded annoyed, but his nimble fingers still kept going.
“It’s not the same if you’re not there!” Amon complained, and that’s when Cinth yanked his head back, making Amon yelp. His head practically upside down, he stared up into Cinth’s dark brown eyes, narrowed and annoyed but… Were his lashes always this long? Despite himself, Amon felt his cheeks warm.
“Quit. Being. A. Baby.” Cinth enunciated every word, then pushed his head back upright. Amon couldn’t find it in him to say anything back, still trying to grapple with the heat swimming over his cheeks.
After a long minute of silence, Amon finally spoke up again. “W-Well. Next time just say something if you’re going out, okay?”
“Sure.” Cinth said absently, like he didn’t mean it. Amon had to resist the urge to swirl around and glare at him.
“I mean it! Promise!” Amon wriggled between Cinth’s legs and they clamped at his sides to hold him still.
“Fine! For Vat’s sake, just quit moving before I rip your hair out.” Cinth growled.
Even if he didn’t mean it, Amon found himself grinning. “Okay!” He sang cheerfully, and immediately sat still. Cinth muttered something under his breath that Amon couldn’t hear, but it didn’t take long before Amon began talking about something or another that he’d gotten up to while Cinth was away. It meant more to him than he felt like examining when he could tell Cinth was listening.
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thoughtportal · 8 months
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idrawprettyboys · 4 months
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Slums. I was going for something like Kowloon or Tekkonkinkreet. Or the town in MegaloBox. I think this one requires more knowledge of architecture.
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cyberpunkvxb · 7 months
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nestedneons · 2 months
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By mimi_aiart
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Battery City does not have sidewalks— what good would they be, anyways? Space is a crucial component in urban design, and when confined within armed concrete walls meant to protect as much as conceal, one can only really ever build upwards.
And so, upwards the City went. Roads once left as relics of the automobile age turned slick sheets of light meant to guide hover-cars along invisible paths, high above the ground. Catwalks hung upon walls alongside planters full of artificial plants and monorail tracks secured with the claw-like grip of steel anchors.
Like a vine, the City grew upwards, and like a vine, it tried to snuff out any life below it.
Humans, however, are far more resilient than plants— quite resourceful too, when push come to shove— so in the shadows of towering spires they've built their own paths. Along rivers of radiance there are stepping stones in the shape of broken down cars left to be claimed by decay, far enough out of sight to create an inconspicuous road network of its own.
After all, why look down when all your aspirations dangle above your head, barely out of grasp?
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pollinarys · 11 months
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I love that moment in the book when Katniss and Peeta see the Capitol for the first time from the train window.
- The train finally begins to slow and suddenly bright light floods the compartment. We can’t help it. Both Peeta and I run to the window to see what we’ve only seen on television, the Capitol, the ruling city of Panem. The cameras haven’t lied about its grandeur. If anything, they have not quite captured the magnificence of the glistening buildings in a rainbow of hues that tower into the air, the shiny cars that roll down the wide paved streets, the oddly dressed people with bizarre hair and painted faces who have never missed a meal. All the colors seem artificial, the pinks too deep, the greens too bright, the yellows painful to the eyes, like the flat round disks of hard candy we can never afford to buy at the tiny sweet shop in District 12.
They both know where and why the train is taking them, but for a moment they forget about everything when such a miracle appears. For them, it's truly a miracle - a fabulous, inaccessible city in which, it's hard to believe, but people live their lives without knowing any problems. But they're just two kids who could only dream of this place because it just can't be real in their world.
And here it is the Capitol, Gem of Panem, shining with all the colors of the rainbow.
- It’s as if in an instant, a painted window shatters, revealing the ugly world behind it. Laughter changes to screams, blood stains pastel stones, real smoke darkens the special effect stuff made for television.
But this is for later, and now there's only the first bright impression, with sincere childish delight. And it's so beautiful.
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cyberegypt · 7 days
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Cyberpunk Aesthetic + Ancient Egypt = The New Pyramid neighboring the Nile River
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