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Image of a Ghost, Produced by Double Exposure, 1899 from The National Archives UK // Haunted - Taylor Swift
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nilesmoon · 6 months
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akyr familyisms. you agree. reblog
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thedemonastrophel · 2 days
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Hermitcraft season 8 was a simulation. The moon becoming big was a glitch in the code, the hermits were somehow transported into that season with their memories wiped of being transported and they had to escape. The moon was what tipped them off to the urgency of the situation.
In boatem a robot ended up becoming the leader in place of Mumbo - a robot which I personally belive to be a form of grumbot - which might've been a manifestation of the hermits having been captured in the simulation.
Maybe grumbot from empires wasn't destroyed entirely, it's consciousness used the last of its energy, combined with the energy of its creator, (Grian) trying desperately to save its life, in order to slip into the rift to recuperate its strength.
Now I'm hearing you say, "but Emporer!Grumbot was made in the season 9 crossover, after season 8" but hear me out: time travel.
The rift already breaks the laws of space so why not time, if a super computer figured out how to harness The Rifts power surely it would be able to scatter different versions of itself through the past.
Maybe the computer was created by the watchers, fragments of their collective consciousness going into it in case of a disaster. That could explain why it was all linked to Grian.
Grumbot knew that Grian would be the ideal person to bring it onto hermitcraft initially, because he had the power of the watchers. And it was right because he ended up being the one strong enough to open the rift, and in the end with his extra energy, save Emporer!Grumbot
He - Grian
It - Grumbot
They - The Watchers
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So uh, who else enjoyed the permit challenges? :]
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rythyme · 2 years
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"hey bestie! sorry but our families interpreted our wlw/mlm allyship as romantic feelings and now they’re putting us in an arranged marriage. yeah i know, it blows. anyway why didn’t you answer my texts last weekend?? were you having crazy gay bdsm sex or something”
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maize-is-lost · 8 months
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Finally finished Louie's introduction that I started here. All that's left now is Pom's section and then I'll post all three (four?) scenes together as one chapter! If you haven't seen the previous part, I definitely recommend checking it out for context.
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Louie’s in a haze for the rest of the day. He packs, makes his call to his grandma, and picks up a coffee and a pikpik carrot muffin at the coffee shop that got him through high school. He hasn’t had time to stop by in almost a year, now. He leaves a generous tip.
The moments in-between are spotty. He’s not sure if hours or days have passed before he’s back at Hocotate Freight’s headquarters.
“Excuse me,” a tired voice says, snapping him back to the moment. He turns, now-cooled coffee halfway to his mouth, to see a woman standing behind him. She’s short and older than him, though he can’t tell by how much, given how recent the wrinkles and gray hairs must be.
They’ve never met in person, but he’s seen pictures. Even if he’s not good with faces, he knows this is Olimar’s wife.
“You’re Louie, aren’t you?” Unsure of how to respond, he just nods. “I see… I, well… I’m not sure how to say this.” She laughs halfheartedly. “You know, Olimar always talked about how he wanted to invite you for dinner. I can see why! You’re far too skinny for a boy your age!”
He looks down, then back up to her. “That’s what my grandma says too. Mostly because I eat too much.” For some reason he could eat and eat and never gain any weight. It probably had something to do with him being an outbreed. Nana always said full-blooded Hocotations had to be short and stout: short because all their food was either close to or under the ground, and stout to store extra water and nutrients for later. Louie had just gotten the short end of the genetic stick by inheriting traits that made him stand out.
Either way, his joke gets a full peal of laughter out of her. By the time she composes herself she’s out of breath and there are tears in her eyes. After a moment she sighs, wiping the tears from her eyes. “I see why my husband liked working with you,” she muses, wilting a little at the mention of Olimar. “I heard they were sending you to the planet The Transmission originated from. I… I have to be honest… I’m not sure what I want you to find when you get there.”
Louie’s eyes widen. She continues, swallowing down some nervousness before she gets to what’s been stuck in the back of his mind all day. “The speaker in The Transmission wasn’t my husband.”
“I know.”
Her jaw drops. Olimar’s wife looks at him with something like joy and disbelief. “You already know. That… makes this much easier to say, then.” She clears her throat. “As much as I want you to find my husband and bring him home… I don’t want anyone else to get hurt while searching for him. I… I know that he wouldn’t want that either.” She sniffles, dabbing at her face with her sleeve. It’s making Louie want to run away more and more with every passing second. “That’s all I had to say. Please be careful when you’re out there.”
He gives one last nod before turning to leave. He heads straight to his ship from there. He doesn’t see the President or any of his coworkers before he takes off toward the mysterious planet, so Olimar’s wife’s words are all he can think of as he flies toward the stars.
He’s not taking any risks when he gets to that planet.
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Yeah so, my Kinkuary plans didn't pan out unfortunately. I'm really sad about it because I was looking forward to getting them all done but, between irl responsibilities and slowly trying to remember how to be a person, I couldn't make it work.
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wolfsbanesparks · 3 months
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Been looking at this ask game trying to pick just one! Ahh, I choose 65!
Ooh that's a good one! (but I won't mind if you send more than one, I love having excuses to talk about my writing!)
65: Tell us about what you're most looking forward to writing--in your current project or a future project.
I think for Pretty Little Thing i'm most excited to write Billy's abduction scene. It's so important and it will be the moment you all find out who is behind all the missing kids. It's the pivotal point where Billy's timeline starts catching up to the JL's timeline and the real countdown begins. It's where all the pieces fall into place and the story shifts fully from mystery to horror/thriller. I want to get it just right, but I'm so excited for it!
(the other scene I'm most excited for is a major spoiler but it will be violent)
As for a future project, I'm looking forward to writing my story One Last Chance about Lois Lane becoming Billy's mentor which will include a subplot about the two of them tracking down Mary and meeting the Bromfields which is going to be so fun to write. I've been slowly developing Nick and Nora Bromfield for this story and I'm excited to share that.
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verfound · 7 months
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The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon Season 2 Teaser | The Book of Carol
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bloodboundsiege · 1 year
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its-hai-time · 9 months
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I want all of my followers to know that Drawtectives is the reason I was able to finish my comic this week. Drawfee ily, Julia thank you for making the perfect thing to put on my TV while I draw.
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britcision · 1 month
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Alright fuckers I took another stab at it and did the thing, I may/may not finish the actual like, proportionate version one day but he needed to exist and hair hides all my arm related sins.
Please dear gods anyone whose art is even a tertiary focus Lycion NEEEEEDS a Knot All Men shirt I am beset by cursed visions but usually I write them or make cursed little dolls (yes there will be a cursed little Lycion doll with a cursed little shirt but the embroidery thread is fucking fighting me on Mithrun so I dunno when)
Also he has a smoothie
Because one of the many reasons I really do not draw much is I am aphantasmic and do not and cannot visualize so let me tell you every single aspect of this except the shirt just. Happened. What are poses. What are limbs. Bodies exist but WHY.
The shirt had to be a crop top tho for legal reasons that was extremely clear to me
(Hey fun realization tiny Lycion and I feel exactly the same way about all his lil elf limbs they're all wrong and we hate them WAS MY MISTAKE NOT TRYING TO DRAW HIM AS A FURRY. Fuck. I think furries are harder but I might try it.)
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dragonwysper · 10 months
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Okok. Trying this. I might actually finally have a place to put these playlists I make for myself.
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Image drawn by CiervoBizarro
CANNIBALISM
> People Eater || sodikken
> Misery Meat || sodikken
> Mary || The Happy Fits
> Cannibal || Tally Hall
< 64 Little White Things || Cake Bake Betty
> Maneater || Blue Eyed Blondes
> Sweet Bod || Lemon Demon
> The Dismemberment Song || Blue Kid
> Cannibal Girlfriend || Baby Bugs
< Cannibal Queen || Miniature Tigers
^ The Horror of Our Love || Ludo
^ Suburbia Overture / Greetings from Mary Bell Township! / Vampire (Culture) / Love Me, Normally || Will Wood
^ Zydrate Anatomy || Paris Hilton
^ Edge || REZZ
> song || < cover || ^ in reblog
Not the original version but I can't find that on SoundCloud unfortunately
Also a cover, but again, couldn't find the original on SoundCloud :(
Apparently I've hit the audio limit here, so I am gonna reblog with the rest. I'll have to limit the number of songs I use in the future 😔
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sysig · 5 months
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Your Weekly TV Guide
On Monday you can expect:
2:30 PM: The Stanley Parable/Portal
And Tuesday:
2:30 PM: The Stanley Parable
Wednesday:
2:30 PM: Portal
Thursday:
2:30 PM: Adventure Time
Friday:
2:30 PM: AT
Saturday:
2:30 PM: Fellplates
Sunday:
2:30 PM: Fellplates
Thanks for tuning in! (Patreon)
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quickhacked · 2 years
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>> wip day
was tagged a long time ago by @adelaidedrubman, @turbo-virgins and @shellibisshe to share a wip and was tagged by @morvaris and @aartyom to share six sentences from a current wip, thank you so much!! i decided to combine them and rather than sharing a wip, i'll share some information about the broker, a new character i recently introduced into the story of my cyberpunk ocs :) tagging @reaperkiller, @arklay, @steelport, @cultistbase, @faarkas, @swordcoasts, @ladybeniko, @necro-hamster, @strafethesesinners, @henbased, @coffeebucko, @awful-roffle, @bluemojave and anyone else who wants to do this!
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A powerful fixer in Night City, operating from the shadows and only known by their alias. Cold and ruthless, focused entirely on wreaking havoc in the existing mercenary world by planting seeds of distrust and paranoia, to pit everyone up against each other. While their interference is still minimal, the long-term consequences can be felt in every corner of the city.
Once a powerful Arasaka asset, the Broker has access to a tight network of assassins- a few highly skilled killers who serve as their security network, all ex-Arasaka as well. Through connections they also have an entire division of Militech in their pocket, and the NCPD tends to turn them a blind eye.
The Broker is a horrible fixer, presenting themself as "one of the good guys" and luring mercs in with eddies and empty promises. With their charismatic nature, they're able to use the backstabbing and corruption in Night City's underworld as a tool to manipulate mercs into thinking no one can be trusted and the entire network has to be destroyed for good, and they themself are the only person in the whole city they can trust; this way, their mercs end up developing a strange dependency on them, meaning they'll do anything they tell them to do without giving it a second thought.
Though once the Broker has lured the mercs in, they stop paying them well and give them little support while they do all their dirty work, uncaring about what happens to them and whether or not they'll make it out alive. The mercs are mere tools to the Broker to achieve their long-term goals, and they even take pride in killing those who dare to disagree with them- turning them into an example for others.
Some time after Vincent has been cured and is no longer actively dying, one of Vitali's cargo trucks is intercepted by a group of his old mercenaries- all people who felt betrayed and abandoned by him after his departure from Night City with Vincent about six months ago, when they left for Arizona in hopes to find a cure. The attack leaves Lauren, Eddie and Mikhail gravely injured and it can be traced back to the Broker; while it is still unclear what their deal with Vitali is, they now seem to be targeting him and his entire fixer network specifically.
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eyrieofsynapses · 1 year
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*pulls pillow off my head* ok done screaming. so how about that Zeb cameo in The Mandalorian today, folks? anyone else hold their breath for a second thinking "no, it's just a Lasat, there's no way--" before hearing Steve Blum's voice and going "OH SHIT OH SHIT IT'S HIM" and stopping the episode for a solid minute or two to deal with the overwhelming excitement and message their friend in all caps? or is that just me?
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c-r-ash-crash · 2 years
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Emptober Day One: Trinket
Sausage set the circlet before the painting reverently.  It had been difficult; he was too inexperienced with the delicate golden filigree for it to have turned out exactly how he’d wanted it too.  But he had refused to ask Eddie for help.  This gift felt too personal, too haunted for anyone but him to forge it.
The circlet matched the wreath the goddess wore in her painting as exactly as Sausage could get.  The stems were a little bulkier and rougher in places, and some of the petals looked bent or torn, but Sausage knew the goddess would have loved it.  She had always loved sunflowers.
He still didn’t know her name.  He wished he could remember it.  That way, he could laugh at the painting with her.  He only remembered a few snippets of a life spent with her, but he knew she was humble and kind.  She would have found the idea of being worshiped like a god hilarious.  Of course, she was a god, but that didn’t mean she needed to be praised or lauded with titles like some other gods Sausage knew.
Once he had arranged the circlet and bouquet of sunflowers in front of the painting, he sat cross legged in front of it.  He examined every detail of the goddess’s face.  It was a good rendition, he thought.  It missed a few of the finer details, of course.  She was missing the freckles across her nose, gained from years of toiling beneath the sun.  Her hands lacked the callouses along the palms from fighting and tilling.  But for the most part, the painting looked like her.
Sausage missed her.  It was ridiculous, he knew.  He only had a few memories from a life with her, and it wasn’t even his life.  But sometimes, when the nightmares of his home burning or being trapped in a summoning circle, the whispers growing louder and louder and louder-  
Well he found himself wanting to pick up his rockets and fly over to another empire.  One where they grew fields and fields of wheat and flowering trees lined the avenues.  One where he had a friend, one he knew he could always count on, even when he was at his worst, even when everyone abandoned him, and he knew he deserved it because he had betrayed them.  Yes, it was safe to say he missed the goddess.
Finally, he pushed himself to his feet.  He’d been gone long enough.  Sanctuary needed him.  “Goodbye, old friend,” he murmured to the painting.  “Same time next week?”
The silence didn’t answer him.  Of course it didn’t.  Sausage pushed down his disappointment.  Then, he turned to leave.
Pearl watched as a small golden circlet appeared in front of her.  She paused.  It had been centuries since anyone had left her an offering.  Gilded Helantia had fallen to ruin permanently years ago.  There was no one left to worship.  She picked up the circlet and began to examine it.
The workmanship was a bit rough in places, clearly by someone a bit inexperienced.  But it was beautiful nonetheless.  She glanced back down at her table, to see that a bouquet of sunflowers had also appeared, a small note attached to it.  Gently, she unfurled the note, and read it.
“Sorry I still can’t remember your name.  I really am trying.  But I know you liked sunflowers.  I hope you like the gift.  -Sausage”
Pearl stared at it in shock.  If Sausage had been reborn, perhaps the rest of her friends had as well.  Perhaps there was still hope.  Gently, she picked up the circlet and placed it atop her head.
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