#may rewrite it later

[starchaserwrites]

@jegulus-microfic / february 21: attack / word count: 641 cw: slight nsfw

The moment Sirius hears a stressed Regulus on the other end of the phone, he knows something is wrong. His usually cool and calm younger brother has almost given him a heart attack by asking him, in a tense and overwhelmed voice he has rarely heard before, to get to the hospital as soon as possible, along with the insistent sound of an ambulance siren. When he tries to get more details, he just tells him that he'll explain everything when he gets there and that everything's fine. Oh, and to bring Remus with him.

As he explains the situation to Moony, who has been looking at him expectantly throughout the phone conversation, worry creeps into his face. 

"Let's go now, I'll drive," is all Remus says as he gets up and grabs his keys.

As soon as they pull into the hospital's car park, Remus's phone rings with a message notification, which he pauses to read for a moment. The cackle of laughter he emits leaves Sirius completely baffled.

"What's going on?" Sirius tries to ask, but the taller one has trouble controlling his breathing in the middle of a fit of giggles. "Remus Lupin, my baby brother could be dying in there and you're laughing your ass off in here?"

"Trust me, he's not the one who's going to die!" he replies, when he manages to regain some composure.

"What do you mean?"

"My love, I need you to stay calm, okay?" the taller one asks, grabbing him by the shoulders. "I can assure you Regulus is fine, I promise, but I'm going to let him explain to you the reason we're here."

"He told you and not me?" Remus simply nods.

"Are our parents hospitalised?"

"I wish, but no."

After another failed attempt to get more information, they both meet Regulus in the waiting room.

"James Potter's family?" a nurse asks before Sirius can even ask what's going on. "He's stable now, you can come in and see him." 

James?

Still disoriented and once inside the hospital ward, Sirius can name four things he doesn't quite understand. The first is why James and Regulus (who seem to hate each other) are here together, the second is why everyone except Remus, who looks rather amused, is avoiding eye contact, the third is why his best friend is wearing a neck brace, and the fourth is why his younger brother, who knows nothing about soccer, seems to be wearing a rather familiar Arsenal jersey that barely covers the bruises on his neck. Wait, bruises?

"If someone doesn't explain to me what's going on in the next five seconds, I'm going to commit arson."

"I broke James' neck," says Regulus, while at the same time James exclaims, "I fell down the stairs. Remus laughs and Sirius finally understands what's going on.

"Enough! I see what's happening. Guys, I told you not to fight over me, you both have my affection eq—"

"I sat on his face, broke his neck and he passed out." Regulus interrupts.

The room falls silent.

"Why didn't you stop him, James?"

"Sirius..."

"It was an accident, right?" asks Sirius looking at them all, "Right, Prongs?"

"We've been together for four months."

"'You brotherfuck—"

And Sirius lunges at James attempting to throttle him.

And the thing is, he's happy for them, he really is, but he's angry that the two bastards made him believe all this time that they hated each other, so he had to keep making separate plans to prevent them from killing each other.

For all the weeks James has to wear the neck brace, Sirius avoids eye contact with him so he won't remember why he has to wear it. This proves to be difficult as his best friend in the world tells everyone about the reason as if it were some heroic feat.

#jegulus #regulus black #james potter #james x regulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus microfic #marauders #not really convinced of this one but ok #may rewrite it later #based on that iconic tweet lol #len writes

[cloudysarts]

this show would be good if literally everything about it was different

#read these tags please(unless ur an HH fan in which case please ignore them) >>> I DO NOT LIKE THIS SHOW #i hate viv///ziepop so fucking much its actually unreal. every time i think about her i seethe #been hatewatching it ('legally') nd its awful. like i mean i knew it would be going into it but goddamn. so much worse than i expected #you may be like 'whyd you draw this then'. i wanted to make a finished piece with my redesigns #for funsies me and my boyf have been rewriting/redesigning the whole show . thats been our fun little craft #i feel similar about this that i do about fnaf and miraculous ladybug even tho this is objectively worse in every way #theres this eternal feeling of like. man. if the writers were competent then this concept would be interesting #but theyre not so. here we are #anyway. im gona try not to put hate in the tags lol #but i like how this turned out too much NOT to post it #anyways mutuals please dont unfollow me for this i promise im normal JDSFHJKDFHJDFKHJK #Hazbin Hotel Redesigns #Hazbin Hotel Critical #Angel Dust #Husk #Huskerdust #I guess. #genuinely a little scared to post this ones. im scared ill lose mutuals over this AND/OR fans will harass me for those tags JHKSDFHJKJK #im posting it and then immediately going to sleep. might delete later if even 1 thing goes wrong #EDIT RL QUICK i wanna add: i dont care if you like the show <33 good for you!!! i respect it!! i liked it when i was 14. i just dont now. <

[crustyfloor]

seen a interesting post on Twitter regarding the pencil line from Till, that said that this line signifies that Ivan WAS on Tills mind, especially since this was a incident that happened when they were young, and that this was his way of saying "I see you"

Really now....truthfully I didn't know how else to read pencil.exe other than Till just wanting his pencil back, but hearing this I feel like my eyes were opened

Ivan has been said to have a perk for stealing Till's things and giving them back to him like an evil secret Santa, and I always found it odd why he was never told off for it, Till is smart, and has been smart since he was a kid, surely he would catch onto the fact that all these trinkets of his were stolen and just so miraculously found by Ivan? I think the dude just genuinely didn't mind, letting Ivan humor himself since at least he wasn't gatekeeping his stuff. And so the pencil, why would he have such a care for it anyway? well, the goodbye cards were made when Ivan and Till were ultimately about to be separated, I think their relationship may have strained a bit after they all passed,(?) something had to happen because the way Till was about the pencil was the most indirect question alluding to a direct statement I've ever seen. Till was so utterly focused on Mizi but a part of him did want to keep Ivan close when they were kids, why this was the way to regard that? why he couldn't do anything else? well, I guess this was just the most kid Till with his mixed feelings about Ivan could do, because even if he saw Ivan as a nuisance i myself am sure that he considered Ivan a close friend despite Ivan thinking he didn't.

I also found some context and it stated that Till already had his pencil back. Ivan had found it for him, so whats with mentioning it now? I think that was Till's attempt to get Ivan to talk to him again and explain himself so that Till could swing in and try to build their friendship back. Ivan was always on Till's mind and he cared deeply about him, the pencil was only an excuse to say "I see you, I will always remember you." but Till just didn't have the greatest methods of getting that across to Ivan,

And I assume they never did approach the topic of the pen so Ivan and Till never got the chance to talk again and steadily grew apart, and here we are now. but at least we have some idea that Till didn't really hate Ivan or something, this is a plausible take on the deeper meaning of pencil.exe imo.

#im having a bit of a brain fart so this may not sound coherent i may rewrite it later #the pencil thing is so confusing i hate making assumptions on characters intentions to be wrong #two things #Till couldve just been literal about the pen question #or he's a bad poet #idk #honestly. #now imma go dig around twitter cause i havent seen a thread talk abt that yet #i just realized i couldve answered ths like a normal human but i went into a full rant i hates being like this #alien stage #alien stage till #alien stage ivan #ivantill #alnst

[zytes]

I know that the average person’s opinion of AI is in a very tumultuous spot right now - partly due to misinformation and misrepresentation of how AI systems actually function, and partly because of the genuine risk of abuse that comes with powerful new technologies being thrust into the public sector before we’ve had a chance to understand the effects; and I’m not necessarily talking about generative AI and data-scraping, although I think that conversation is also important to have right now. Additionally, the blanket term of “AI” is really very insufficient and only vaguely serves to ballpark a topic which includes many diverse areas of research - many of these developments are quite beneficial for human life, such as potentially designing new antibodies or determining where cancer cells originated within a patient that presents complications. When you hear about artificial intelligence, don’t let your mind instantly gravitate towards a specific application or interpretation of the tech - you’ll miss the most important and impactful developments.

Notably, NVIDIA is holding a keynote presentation from March 18-21st to talk about their recent developments in the field of AI - a 16 minute video summarizing the “everything-so-far” detailed in that keynote can be found here - or in the full 2 hour format here. It’s very, very jargon-y, but includes information spanning a wide range of topics: healthcare, human-like robotics, “digital-twin” simulations that mirror real-world physics and allow robots to virtually train to interact and navigate particular environments — these simulated environments are built on a system called the Omniverse, and can also be displayed to Apple Vision Pro, allowing designers to interact and navigate the virtual environments as though standing within them. Notably, they’ve also created a digital sim of our entire planet for the purpose of advanced weather forecasting. It almost feels like the plot of a science-fiction novel, and seems like a great way to get more data pertinent to the effects of global warming.

It was only a few years ago that NVIDIA pivoted from being a “GPU company” to putting a focus on developing AI-forward features and technology. A few very short years; showing accelerating rates of progress. This is whenever we began seeing things like DLSS and ray-tracing/path-tracing make their way onto NVIDIA GPUs; which all use AI-driven features in some form or another. DLSS, or Deep-Learning Super Sampling, is used to generate and interpolate between frames in a game to boost framerate, performance, visual detail, etc - basically, your system only has to actually render a handful of frames and AI generates everything between those traditionally-rendered frames, freeing up resources in your system. Many game developers are making use of DLSS to essentially bypass optimization to an increasing degree; see Remnant II as a great example of this - runs beautifully on a range of machines with DLSS on, but it runs like shit on even the beefiest machines with DLSS off; though there are some wonky cloth physics, clipping issues, and objects or textures “ghosting” whenever you’re not in-motion; all seem to be a side effect of AI-generation as the effect is visible in other games which make use of DLSS or the AMD-equivalent, FSR.

Now, NVIDIA wants to redefine what the average data center consists of internally, showing how Blackwell GPUs can be combined into racks that process information at exascale speeds — which is very, very fucking fast — speeds like that have only ever actually been achieved on some 4 or 5 machines on the planet, and I think they’ve all been quantum-based machines until now; not totally certain. The first exascale computer came into existence in 2022, called Frontier, it was deemed the fastest supercomputer in existence in June 2023 - operating at some 1.19 exaFLOPS. Notably, this computer is around 7,300 sq ft in size; reminding me of the space-race era supercomputers which were entire rooms. NVIDIA’s Blackwell DGX SuperPOD consists of around 576 GPUs and operates at 11.5 exaFLOPS, and is about the size of standard row of server racks - much smaller than an entire room, but still quite large. NVIDIA is also working with AWS to produce Project Ceiba, another supercomputer consisting of some 20,000GPUs, promising 400 exaFLOPS of AI-driven computation - it doesn’t exist yet.

To make my point, things are probably only going to get weirder from here. It may feel somewhat like living in the midst of the Industrial Revolution, only with fewer years in between each new step. Advances in generative-AI are only a very, very small part of that — and many people have already begun to bury their heads in the sand as a response to this emerging technology - citing the death of authenticity and skill among artists who choose to engage with new and emerging means of creation. Interestingly, the Industrial Revolution is what gave birth to modernism, and modern art, as well as photography, and many of the concerns around the quality of art in this coming age-of-AI and in the post-industrial 1800s largely consist of the same talking points — history is a fucking circle, etc — but historians largely agree that the outcome of the Industrial Revolution was remarkably positive for art and culture; even though it took 100 years and a world war for the changes to really become really accepted among the artists of that era. The Industrial Revolution allowed art to become detached from the aristocratic class and indirectly made art accessible for people who weren’t filthy rich or affluent - new technologies and industrialization widened the horizons for new artistic movements and cultural exchanges to occur. It also allowed capitalist exploitation to ingratiate itself into the western model of society and paved the way for destructive levels of globalization, so: win some, lose some.

It isn’t a stretch to think that AI is going to touch upon nearly every existing industry and change it in some significant way, and the events that are happening right now are the basis of those sweeping changes, and it’s all clearly moving very fast - the next level of individual creative freedom is probably only a few years away. I tend to like the idea that it may soon be possible for an individual or small team to create compelling artistic works and experiences without being at the mercy of an idiot investor or a studio or a clump of illiterate shareholders who have no real interest in the development of compelling and engaging art outside of the perceived financial value that it has once it exists.

If you’re of voting age and not paying very much attention to the climate of technology, I really recommend you start keeping an eye on the news for how these advancements are altering existing industries and systems. It’s probably going to affect everyone, and we have the ability to remain uniquely informed about the world through our existing connection with technology; something the last Industrial Revolution did not have the benefit of. If anything, you should be worried about KOSA, a proposed bill you may have heard about which would limit what you can access on the internet under the guise of making the internet more “kid-friendly and safe”, but will more than likely be used to limit what information can be accessed to only pre-approved sources - limiting access to resources for LGBTQ+ and trans youth. It will be hard to stay reliably informed in a world where any system of authority or government gets to spoon-feed you their version of world events.

#I may have to rewrite/reword stuff later - rough line of thinking on display #or add more context idk #misc #long post #technology #AI

[paidexp]

On every April Fools, there's always some sort of change with me that I realize

One of said things (aside from what I've been called out dw I'm actually working on it I promise- /gen) is the fact that I may or may not have started fixating on Miraculous again because of an old ship and hyperfixation on some characters X_X

So uhhhhhhh Hi @pixelpayaso hope you don't mind if I dropped by again for a bit <:3

Have these two that I drew from memory-

Tw: crappy drawings on an old school notebook

#miraculous ladybug #pixelator #simon says #my art #Drawing from memory (gone bad X_X) #And no I'm not leaving MsM. I'm just. Doing a very big rewrite again because I'm having flashbacks.. #... And I impulsively want to rewrite it- #I'm so sorry ;w; MsM art may come in sooner or later #If I decide to post it that is-

[orionsstory]

Grandekofi Vampire AU

okay i know it's technically Friday but I haven't gone to sleep yet so it's Thursday in my mind !! here's my makeup for missing wip Wednesday <3 also I feel like I'm bad at writing like. passion and stuff so if it's bad I'm so so sorry LMAO -

Dame shut the door to her apartment and pushed Tia up against the wall, kissing her hungrily. Her hands roughly grabbed her hips, Tia throwing her arms around Dame's neck as she deepened the kiss. Their bodies seemed to move in harmony, Dame's hands ghosting up Tia's body as they broke apart for air.

"You're so pretty, Tia..." Dame mumbled as she kissed down Tia's neck, making her eyes flutter shut. "...which is why I'm sorry about this. Don't worry, it'll only hurt for a moment."

Tia looked at her in confusion, catching a glimpse of what looked like...fangs? Before she could process what was happening, she felt a pinch in the side of her neck. She stumbled, grabbing onto Dame to steady herself as she felt herself growing dizzy and her vision blurring.

"Sweet dreams, mon amour~" Dame purred, as Tia watched a red liquid drip from her mouth. That was the last thing she remembered before passing out.

#grandekofi #wip wednesday #more like wip thursday and or friday #rpdr fanfiction #tia kofi #la grande dame #i feel like this is bad but idk #i may completely rewrite it later! so teehee

[mstormcloud]

Bluerune postinggggggg YIPPEE

#bluerune #blue link #blue x erune #erune loz #fsa manga #loz four swords #loz fsa #four swords adventures #four swords blue #let’s go lesbians!! #ik many head cannon reúna getting rid of Rosie after the manga cuz she’s scared of her now which valid #and honestly I agree with the headcannon #but man I just think pepl should keep their childhood toys if they want so I’m torn #maybe instead Blue could sew her a new toy - like a plush mouse or smth #so she’s not lonely while the links are away #actually that’s a comic idea I may make that later lmao #also woah I just realized Erune autocorrected to Reúna in that first tag #oops #I’m not rewriting the tag sorry

[stargirl1331]

If you wrote me

Would you write me with care?

Would you be gentle in how you sculpted your words?

I hope you know

that every time I write you,

I trace my fingers softly through memories

Plucking carefully the moments I use

I can only write you gently.

If you drew me

Would it show me true?

Would a face appear in the spaces between strokes?

Every time

I try to draw you

I cannot continue to move the pen

to form the face I remember but cannot see

I don’t remember the color of your eyes

I wonder if you think of me how I think of you

I wonder if you think of me

I hope you do

- do you remember, original poem by C

#poems #or are they ramblings? #I don’t know actually #i both love and hate it #it’s something #ehhhhhhh #may delete and rewrite later #it’s just #not quite right #also this is about a very specific person and if your seeing this and know it’s you I’m sorry you saw it sort of #I doubt you will tho #seeds in the garden

[catman-draws]

Indeed the boy I meant <3 And yeah, it's hilarious. Vantases are all Gemini; solkat, kantuna, psiisign & beforan solkat are so true.

Someone pls explain to The Boy what wriggling day & cakes are : (

✨️

SHE'S ON THE CASE

#catman asks #porrim has to do god damn everything around here #(ahem and this may or may not maybe show up again later hem hem) #porrim's ever increasing hatred for the cavern training centers grows greater once more #hs ac bonus #ancestor rewrite

[mothdotz]

I like them a whole lot.

(I am not normal about these guys)

#them!! it them! #I have an AU(?? tbh I do not know if it’ll be an AU or a rewrite or a Fix-It or what) for these guys in mind #I may have to create actual character sheets for these guys #a thing to ponder on for later.. #there is implied felinette in this btw!! (yippe) #felix sphinx #felix culpa #felinette #marinette dupain cheng #marinette cheng #as implied above soon Dupain will be no more #flora melody #alina leroux #concept Chloe #concept alya #they are all idiots in the best ways together #might throw in nino. kagami. and or luka if I feel like it #my art #miraculous ladybug #mlb marinette #fanart #miraculous ladybug tales of ladybug and chat noir #mlb #mlb au

[mangled-nonsense]

“Don’t you feel like you’re running in circles?”

“Perhaps we’ve met a hundred times already and you simply don’t remember it.”

“So much trouble... all for something so small.”

Talk about unimpressive.

Here you were, standing back outside in front of the museum. Mark was probably still inside, if anything. Or not. He had disappeared in the sewers before the weird stuff had started- if that was even the same Mark. There were so many of them, now that you stepped back and looked over everything, really looked at it all.

The Mark that was the center of everything, of all of it, that was someone else. Someone else you could truly feel fond of, who you could... well, loosely rely on. Or who you relied on too much. It depended which of you had done what. It was a confusing blaze and sometimes you weren’t even sure who you were, or if you were you. Still, that wasn’t the same Mark that you’d infiltrated this museum with, at least you were... half sure. Who would have thought translating everything you knew and experienced from thousands of multiverses would be hell to figure out?

Mark, the Mark that had destroyed everything, even that was a bit hard to divide from the Mark that was the center of everything. Same skin but different snake, in some shades. The Engineer that had wanted the best, wanted to save lives; at the very least you knew for certain that he and the Mark that twisted and stole everything from those you knew and loved, could never share that kind of loyalty. The earnestness to right the wrongs that were made. 

It had to be space of all places that he couldn’t reach you. Shockingly, it was space that Dark also had no reach. Less shockingly, Wilford excelled in matters that made no sense, more so when it came to interplanar travel. Or in this case, interplanar interruptions. 

For once, this wasn’t another harebrained adventure that Mark dragged you into. For once, you had... choices. Terrifying choices, but it was different this time. This was yours.

It was almost foreign not to have it be Mark’s, Actor Mark’s, game.

So then what was this now? You knew what you had seen, and you knew what you had done. It was bizarre how things connected, how universes clashed, sometimes messily but here, now... Like puzzle pieces.

Out of everything that you had seen and done, you knew one fact that stood no matter what universe or timeline or whatever you were in. And that was that Dark was a hypocrite.

Tossing your bag to the floor, hearing the gravel crunch under your boots as you settled yourself down on the ground outside the museum, you sighed and closed your eyes.

“What the hell does a person like you need a shard of the warp core for?” You spoke aloud, voice impatient and none-too-thrilled to engage in conversation. But that wasn’t stopping you.

No reply. Not like you expected one at first.

Waving a hand nonchalantly in the air and keeping your eyes closed, you continued, “I thought whatever fucked up Entity you have mangled in that mess of a soul you have gave you... supernatural abilities or whatever the hell. So what’s stopping you from jumping dimensions like William? Unless you’ve got limits.” A pause, and you grinned ruefully, “Aw, look at that. Seems like there’s stuff even Darkiplier can’t do.”

“Charming. Are you going to sit on the ground all night? I won’t stop security if they jump on you.”

There he was. Poke his pride enough and the devil will speak up.

Opening your eyes, there stood the man himself, looking down at you with a cold expression, but even you could see the tight working of his jaw, and the stiff roll of his shoulders. He didn’t do that often anymore, only when he was angrily flustered. After all, he had years to accustom to your body, it’s not like it was an awkward fit anymore.

“Just waiting for you to show up and explain yourself.” You finally responded, grunting as you climbed back to your feet. Admittedly, you would have spitefully continued sitting if it weren’t for the uncomfortable gravel.

“Don’t you have a heist to mess up?” Dark responded in a detached manner, apparently determined to not answer your question, though you knew it wasn’t the heist he wanted you to lead him to. 

“Eh, I already have in some universe or another.” Shrugging, you waved a hand as you removed the balaclava from your head, bending over to pick up the bag you’d tossed, “Isn’t this what you want anyway? Ruining whatever plot or adventure Mark has?”

Dark didn’t respond, his aura buzzing louder a few notches before he started to turn. Immediately, your hand lunged forward, snatching the hand he had folded behind his back for the duration of your short back-and-forth. The moment you touched him, he whirled around, eyes wide with an unfathomable rage.

But you knew he could never hurt you.

“Let me go.” He snarled, his voice dangerously low. 

“Tell me what you want with the warp core shard.” You demanded, gritting your teeth at the loud static and buzz of his aura, “Don’t think I hadn’t noticed. The artifact, in those different timelines or- or universes or WHATEVER, the shard was on it. And you have it in your hand right now. Dark, trust me, nothing good will come from using that thing-”

Whatever you had said had been the trigger to really piss him off, as he snatched his wrist from your grip, his fists curling tighter. Suddenly there were tens, hundreds of him screaming in an agonizing rage and you stumbled back from the sheer terror it struck you with, any indignance you had trembling.

“You think I would use it as STUPIDLY as your idiotic Engineer did?” He spoke, voice cold and sharp, “You think I would use it as STUPIDLY as Mark would? Why do you think he wants it?”

“It’s... It’s some- some get-rich-quick scheme, I-I mean it’s still...” You were flustered now, trying to reason and calm Dark while at the same time wondering that very question. “It’s still an artifact, we could... sell it or trade it or-”

“Don’t be an idiot. You’re not an idiot. I could take this reasoning from anyone, Y/N, but not you.” For a moment, his anger flickered, and there was an earnest plea for you to see what he was seeing, “You know it’s more than that.”

You took a shuddering breath, curling and uncurling your fingers. Your fingernails dug into your palm, and if it weren’t for your black robber get-up, you could feel the chill of the night breeze on your neck. You didn’t know what Mark could use the shard for- not specifically. But if it were in his hands...then it was nothing good.

“But then... what about you?” Taking another breath and gathering your resolve, you lifted your chin. “What would you use it for?”

There was a beat of silence. Dark seemed to be glaring holes into you, but either he was still angry or he was just like that, you weren’t too sure. There seemed to be some sort of... internal struggle. For a moment, concern started to trickle like ice down your back as the silence stretched, and hesitantly you reached out but he answered at last. His voice was quiet, strained... empty of its previous anger.

“I could fix everything.”

Ah. In dismay, you dropped your hand, and sighed. So he was definitely a hypocrite.

“Dark...” You spoke quietly, stepping forward and you could see him stiffen the closer you got. Carefully, you took his closed fist in your hand, and he watched you cradle that fist gently. It was hard to really... translate what he was. Damien, Celine, the Entity... whatever he was, you never really know what was going on behind those eyes. Whether whatever promises he made was the mayor and friend you once knew, or the Entity that had swallowed the two in its tar-like consciousness. 

Nonetheless, you knew that an idea like that... Damien was smarter than that. And whatever hibernation Celine was in... there was little chance that it was her suggestion. No, this idea was Damien’s and in the same vein it very much wasn’t. Because that was how the Entity worked. Or at least, that’s how you understood how it worked.

“...Dames.” Your voice went gentle, and you looked Dark in the eye. His lips twitched at the familiar, old name. A name to a dead man, he would have said, and yet you knew that was very much not exactly the case. You continued, “You know... You know that this... It’s not something that can be fixed. Not anymore.”

“I’m not like the ones you saw, helplessly retrying to fix their own mistakes.” Dark protested, his voice levelled and calm, as if he really believed in his own ambition. And of course he did. 

“But you are.” You pressed, and slowly, your fingers began to pull at the clenched fist, silently doing your best to persuade him to hand over the shard, “You are like them. You’re trying to fix mistakes. Maybe not your own. But others. You’re trying to make things better, just like them. Trying to make all of this right again. Just like my engineer, you are trying to go back and change it all for the better. In fact, if I let you do this...”

His grip was loosening. His resolve was shaking, his assuredness in this idea was waning.

“Then you’ll be no better than him.”

Dark clenched his eyes shut, you could feel the frustration coming off him in waves. But in that moment of contemplation, of weakness, it was all you needed to curl your fingers around the cold shard that had ruined so many lives. 

“I could have fixed everything.” Dark spoke through gritted teeth, as if trying to still reason his idea. But you shook your head, hefting your bag over your shoulder with a new heaviness to your body, one that wasn’t there before. With a sad smile, you shrugged helplessly.

“Some things are too broken to fix, Damien. Sometimes the wound is too scarred up to fade. What’s done is done. There is no going back. Not for us.”

Feeling your grip tighten around the shard, you took a shaky breath, before you managed to gesture behind you with your head.

“C’mon. Walk me home. Mark can find his own way back.”

#iswm #In Space With Markiplier #ahwm #a heist with markiplier #ahwm darkiplier #ahwm dark #dark #wkm darkiplier #Darkiplier #darkiplier x reader #darkiplier x y/n #drabble #drabbles #I FEEL LIKE DARK IS SUPER OOC HERE SO I MAY REWRITE HIS DIALOGUE AT A LATER DATE BUT I HAD TO GET THIS IDEA OUT OF MY BRAIN #WHILE I STILL HAD IT #i need to brush up on my dark portrayal thats my bad y'all

[rosadomeadows]

These gorgeously captivating illustrations of the Amulet world were the reason I became hooked on the series as a geeky ten year old, but also the ultimate reason I have stayed invested in it as a savant over-eighteen year old.

#even with the later books in the series taking an unexpected genre detour and leaving many readers including me dissatisfied #i still love to marvel in how beautifully done the full page landscape/background art was done #truly wish the plot stayed consistent and navigated the readers through this gorgeous world a bit more thoroughly #so. so much potential #i may be a literature and novel boffin but these illustrations inspire me to think more artistically #amulet series #amulet kazu kibuishi #graphic novel illustrations ~ <3 #art #i smell a rewrite?

[searchingforthedreamscape]

A Theory on Starscream’s missile mechanics in Prime

So, we know how Starscream fires off a missile, right? The index digits on each hand act as the trigger. Once fully bent, the missiles are launched. I’ve noticed that he makes a fist every time he wishes to fire, which gave me an idea.

Either his middle digit, or all four remaining digits, act as a safety. After all, you don’t wanna miss fire in an enclosed space, nor accidentally blow a comrade’s head off.

Or, all other digits have individual functions. Stablizing/ internally reinforcing the arm (Thumb), targeting (Pinkie), locking onto the target (Ring), releasing the safety (Middle), and firing (Index). I personally think this one’s better, but what do you guys think?

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

#The Searcher's Theories #Transformers Prime #Starscream #I could be looking too deep into it #Idk #But it seems plausible to me soooo #*shrug* #I probably should have explained better but I just woke up #May rewrite later

[iunctura-arch]

Since I've had to start from scratch with her, here's how her timeline goes now.

World visiting goes like this: DN -> Symphogear -> Final Fantasy 8 -> 5.0-6.55 FFXIV

Kanra has a bigger role, and is more active instead of being a quiet observer.

Symphogear is named Kronos, and is a scythe. This calls back to her first iteration, who had a past self named Chronos.

Retains her pocket dimension. She can shape it how she likes with little effort. AND IT HAS PALICOS.

Magic is, however, taxing on her due to it requiring a lot of energy (via DN rules). That's also more of Kanra's department now.

She is 18 years old when she becomes the Herrscher of Change (mistitled as 'Balance') to defend the universe.

Best friend is Claudia Vale/Téa Everseas (@teatheteal), they grew up together pretty much.

Forever wielding a Scythe, even before Reaper was a proper class in FFXIV. Suck it.

#;melanie headcanons #i've axed honkai for now but may add it back in later. #but yeah i retconned a lot and made it fit better. #now i have to rewrite her entire backstory.

[andywinter16]

Disguised glaives saving their SO + Noctis retinue part. 1

“Glaives! We have a hostage situation that´s posing as diplomatical visit .” All the glaives quickly assembled in the main hall. “ Our targets are Prince Noctis and his whole retinue with Y/N Y/S.” Your glaive eyes were wide with a shock.  “ Squadrons Delta and Omega, at 6 pm we´re rolling out with the Crownguard.” Titus turned to our glaives team. “ Squadron Alpha, you will infiltrate the banquet disguised as dancers. At my signal, we will make distraction for you to take them to the safety. Nelly, show them their disguises and brief them further. That is all.” Nelly signaled glaives to come with her. “ We have one hour to dress you, two and half hour to make you presentable and another three to teach you how to dance.”  Nelly nonchalantly pointed on the other side. “ And those are the dresses you will wear.”  Somebody behind her cursed. “You´re fucking kidding me ...”

This may be the biggest challenge in their carriers yet.

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“ We want you to present Titussinia´s Company which hails from mysterious Galadh as they entertain us with their bewitching dances.” said Olvo Trigolas, one of the higher ups from Niflheim, the slimy man holding our group hostage. The lights were dimmed around them, and on the stage came the dancers. Wait a damn minute, your eyes almost fell off when your gaze lingered on one of the figures.

Nyx Ulric:

And there he was in the revealing black dress. Winking seductively your way when he moved his body in synch with the music. The dress was flowing with his movements, enchanting the audience in the proccess.  Those Niff people touched him inaproprietly, when he slowly made his way to your table. Nyx internally cringed behing his veil at that. Just a few more minutes, he thought. He swayed in the crowd, till he finally get to you and occupants of your table. He went in to your lap to give you a dance and gave you little kiss through his veil while he whispered to your ear. “Be ready, in two minutes there will be hell raised.” He then flirtaiously winked at Prince´s retinue, yet his eyes were serious. No one would hurt them under his watch. He then turned to the Olvo Trigolas. Nyx put on more seductive moves, when he got closer to the man. The man in question was unsuspecting it will be his last breath. Nyx pulled our his scarf and wrapped it around the man´s neck in flirting manner. Until Nyx swiftly tightened the scarf and choked the man. Meanwhile around them started chaos. Someone threw smoke screens inside and other disguised glaives draw their weapons.  He rolled his eyes at the retinue who was looking at him with awe. He also saw how you were checking him out in the drag, he would have teased you about it if the situation wasn´t dire. “I know, I slayed it in the outfit. Now, let´s go or you get killed!” 

Luche Lazarus:

Grace. Beauty. Dignity, which was Luche lacking. His dress was pretty revealing and wasn´t much cooperating to his dismay. Every time he spinned or bended the dress showed more of the skin. And  the catchcalling started, Luche wanted punch someone pretty hard. But he had to soldier on, he had mission for fuck´s sake. So he focused on you, his target. Even though he felt embarassed deep down to his core. Getting you and Highness out of there safely was still his number one priority. He could see Libertus and Axis creating distraction with their musical number. (Luche didn´t know that Libertus could sing opera that well. He noted for himself that he should tease the big man about it a little ... just a little) He quickly sticked to the shadows and went to the closer balcony. There were no guards, their comrades already disposed of them. Luche notices the black case which was tied with pink ribbon. Luche shaked his head, he knew exactly who did it and he would have a word with them. He fastly opened it and there  was a new model of sniper rifle. Okay, maybe he can forgive them ... this time. “Aren´t you a beauty?” Luche cooed at the gun. He prepared the weapon almost giddily and went in the position. In the viewfinder he saw the ugly official Trigola drinking his wine. Luche pulled the trigger, and the gun silently fired. After that It was a utter chaos in which  Crowe and Sonitus had to escort you out. Luche then  shadowed your group and made sure no one tried to ambush you.

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #ffxv kingsglaive #Disguised glaives saving their SO + Noctis retinue #part 1 #nyx ulric #luche lazarus #basically glaives doing drag show #warning #mentioned choking #dead #use of a gun to kill #Also I may rewrite it later

[bluejeanbaby]

open to: anyone!

plot: you're my best friend's partner

Auggie wasn't sure when he had decided that he wanted them, but the moment the thought entered his head he had become obsessed. The more time he spent around them the less he cared about betrayal. "He's a piece of shit. You know it, I know it." the brunette hummed softly, resting back on the couch. The other man had already gone up to bed, leaving August alone with his significant other. His brown eyes scanned their face before he moved in a little closer. "You can't tell me I'm the only one feeling...this." he decided to make his move, warm hand going to rest on their forearm.

#open starter #open rp #indie rp #indie starter #rp starter #auggie:dash #i MAY rewrite this later tbd #made using beta