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engineer455 · 4 months

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This is me rambling about something that's been bugging me for a while now.

Please bear with me for the following, this isn't really all that well structured but I need to get it out:

Aight, so something that's been bugging me for the past couple of months now has got to be how it seems like a significant portion of the fanbase still seem to be 100% sure The Solver is an AI.

Like, I get believing that back before episode 5. But after both episodes 5 AND 6 the AI thought process is really iffy now.

Let me explain.

Episode 2 showed that something was up with DD cores, and the Solverpede was quite obviously NOT J, but hey, there's been weirder AI's out there in fiction, something that screws around with what looks like biomechanics isn't THAT far-fetched, especially what with the use of Nanites that DD's have. And yeah, the telekinesis was kinda

But 5 kinda soft-debunked the AI thing when the Solver gave it's full name, and episode 6 DEFINTELY debunked that.

In 5 it calls itself "The Solver of the Absolute Fabric, the Void, the Exponential End."

I don't know about you, but that sounds less like the name of some homicidal toaster with delusions of grandeur and more like the name of some unholy fucking THING that crawled out of the Space Between Stars and decided to make it everyone's problem.

And then there's Episode 6.

And how the Solver turned Earth and at least 2 other planets (and probably more judging by Tessa's patch on her arm) into chunks of rubble orbiting what looks like a BLACK FUCKING HOLE.

Then there's the other bits how it manifests in damaged Drone AI, which DEFINITELY shouldn't happen if it were an AI.

And finally, there's how I'm pretty sure the the Corpse Spires, the Black Hole that shows up in N's flashback in ep4, and this image from episode 6 are all connected:

I'm not gonna mince words so I'm just going to put it simply: the corpse spires are for the Solver to trigger it's version of a goddamn Convergence Event.

said Convergence Event being those giant black holes.

I've got this whole theory behind this but this is the simple version, so whatever.

Point is, at first it was cool to think the Solver is just an AI, but by now it's quite frankly insane to think the planet devouring abomination that causes deactivated robots to come back from the dead, and inevitably turn into something that looks like the end result of a necromorph fucking a Macintosh 128K is MERELY an Artificial Intelligence gone nutty. Instead of what I believe it truly is:

An Eldritch Abomination using Drone Cores as an entryway into this universe to devour planets for a reason that we still don't know.

...Oh yeah also, Cyn isn't the Solver, can't believe some of you people still believe that.

She's just another poor bastard that was roped into this shit and ended up becoming a literal puppet for some sort of Eldritch Horror from Lovecraft's nightmares.

#murder drones #absolute solver #murder drones cyn #Solver of the Absolute Fabric

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codenamehazard · 6 months

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.:Embers in the Forge:.

Chapter 19: Embers in the Forge

Hey guys!

This was also a chapter that gave me some grief trying to write out and sound right, but hopefully it does and everything looks and sounds good! Big thanks to @rogueshadeaux for helping me get my head on straight! I was really overthinking it. Everyone go check out InFAMOUS: Erosion! Especially the latest chapter! It's really good and you won't regret it!

Let's jump in!

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I lean my back against the wall of the workshop, music fills the room as Kestrel pulls out the tools and the cart that I had put the pieces of the Amp on. I’m thankful that she gave me permission to be here a few days ago when I asked her to fix it… Not that I needed it. Permission or not, I’m not letting the Amp out of my sight, not until she’s fixed and back slinged onto my backpack, but the permission makes it easier on the both of us. Besides, if she has any questions or I remember something that could be useful, I’m here to help

I watch as the silvery snakes grow from the spot in the middle of her back, the seat of all Conduits’ power, coiling and writhing like living vines 2… 3… 4 of them, maybe more. It’s still so fascinating to see power expression like that, and now that Kestrel wasn’t panicking over some cancer-tumor monster barreling into town ready to turn everyone into lunch, she’s much more relaxed, more in her element. It shows in how she moves, everything just flowing more naturally, she can take her time. I ain’t gonna rush her, I’m willing to give her all the time in the world to make sure the Amp is back in her prime.

However…

My mind flicks back to that day and the nuclear meltdown that was Pangolin verbally tearing into Kestrel like a rabid dog over the goddamned prototype. I don’t know how stubborn or idiotic the brain-dead buckethead is, but I wouldn’t put it past him to try and pull something stupid. Showing up to harass Kestrel while she’s working and like hell I’m going to let that walking liability fuck up her concentration, putting the Amp at risk of being damaged more because the bastard can’t leave well enough alone. Hopefully that idiot will be smart enough to read the sign she left for him out front and leave her alone.

My keen ears pick up the sound of thudding footsteps and the opening of a door, speak of the devil and he shall appear. Guess he’s as big of an idiot as I’m thinking of him now.

Pangolin steps in, his eyes looking around as he peeks in. I can feel my energy surge from the spot on my own back into my arms as I go on high alert. Pango’s eyes widen in fear as he sees me, good. He knows I’m here. I curl my scarred lips into a snarl as I notice him look at Kestrel, who has just turned around. He better not be thinking about doing what I think he’s going to do. If that bastard starts giving Kes shit, I will not hesitate to drag him outside for a good “talking to.” He approaches the Gunsmith, I’m about to step in and she’s about to say something, but he speaks before anything can happen.

“Kestrel… I’m sorry.”

We both stare at him with a look of shock (and my mind lets out a sigh of slight relief) at the sound of that, but Kestrel’s surprise is short lived as she narrows her eyes, the once relaxed and lifeful shine turning to something hardened and cold, like the very steel she could mold and shape.

“What…?” The Gunsmith questions with venom in her voice.

“Look…” Pangolin starts. “I’m sorry for… Riding your ass as hard as I’ve been when I should have been cutting you some slack.” Kestrel just shakes her head.

“That’s it?” She snaps, the Brick Spartan looks at her with a confused expression. “You think that you’re going to waltz into my shop like you own the place, apologize and then everything’s gonna go back to normal?” I watch her tendrils start to take on a biomechanical look as they darken into a wrought iron color.

“I get it Kestrel, I get it!” The brickheaded idiot blabbers out. “I got a little to in my emotions and I got carried away!” Carried away?! Is that what they’re calling it now?? The tendrils quickly move away from the Amp before twitching and writhing like enraged serpents.

“If you had “got it,” you would have read the sign!” She snarls out.

“He’s here and he’s barged in before!” Pangolin gestures towards me and I am about to deck him before Kestrel interrupts.

“I gave Cole permission, I revoked yours!” She hisses out. “Just cut the crap, Pangolin. Why are you here?”

“To apologize to you for how I’ve been treating you lately!” He balks out.

“No, that’s not why. Because if you were truly sorry, you would have taken the fucking hint and not have barged in here. So I have to question, are you really sorry for what you did or are you just saying it because you oh-so suddenly remembered who was the one making the weapons for everyone? Huh?! You just apologizing to get back in my good graces so you can get your toy privileges back, hm?”

The fucker had the audacity to look shocked at Kestrel doubting his authenticity; guess what jackass, people tend to do that when you treat them like shit and start questioning their authenticity over petty bullshit.

“Kes, I-” The idiot is quickly cut off with a loud screeching hiss from the Gunsmith.

“Don’t call me that.” She snaps. “And I don’t want to hear any of your excuses, not a single one. All the things you snarled at me, holding a mistake over my head, calling me a child when I was in the middle of a fucking breakdown, accusing me of things you know damn well I didn’t do, all of that? You can’t take that back. Those words won’t be easily forgotten. Those wounds will scar and my trust in you is fractured. A pitiful little “I’m sorry” isn’t going to fucking cut it.”

“How else am I supposed to show that I’m genuine?” He questions, I resist the urge to facepalm.

“You can start by getting out and leaving me alone!!” The Gunsmith damn near roars at Pangolin. He has the nerve to look hurt, but thankfully for him, he takes the hint and leaves, but not before giving me a questioning glance. Tch, whatever. Kestrel sighs, sounding exhausted, before turning around and back to her workstation.

I let out a breath before going back to leaning on the wall, uncrossing my arms and popping my knuckles before turning my head toward Kes. I frown when I notice there is a little bit of a… “Hitch in her giddyup” as my cousin would have put it. Her movements, they have become more timid, hesitant even, and her eyes glance back at the door from time to time.

“This is stupid…” She mutters to herself. “I should just forgive him and get it over with….” My eyebrows furrow at that, now I know what’s going on. Doubt is infecting her thoughts, harshing her focus. Just as I feared Pangolin’s presence would do. She continues to ramble and mutter, going on about forgiveness and its virtue, but also how she’s hurting inside and debating on if she should forgive him at all. Almost on instinct, I blurt out.

“Don’t question your choice, Kes.”

I hold back a small chuckle as I see the girl jump as she turns around to look at me, her tendrils gently placing the parts and tools back on the table.

“What?” She questions, looking confused. “What brought that up?”

“Your movements and mutterings.” I state simply as I gesture with my hand. “Sounds like you’re doubting yourself.” She lets out a defeated sigh and slumps a bit, the tendrils losing their shine and wilting like plants.

“It’s… A mix of doubt and guilt…” She admits, looking at the scrap of the damned weapon that started all this mess in the first place, sitting in a crucible to be melted down. “The logical part of me wants to forgive this mess. The quickest way to put it behind us and get things back on track and back to normal. After all, it’s pointless to hold grudges and they end up being a waste of energy in the long run… But… I’m still so hurt… That he said all that to me…” She glares at the crucible before a tendril grabs it and shoves it into the forge.

“So does that mean you want that brick idiot to keep treating you like shit?” I ask, she looks at me like I’m crazy and shakes her head. “I don’t know if all of this is normal or not, but from what I've been seeing, he appears to be a bit too comfortable with how he’s been treating you to be a one-off thing.” She shakes her head.

“No… Normally he’s even keeled… He’s never treated me this badly before… At least, not that I can remember… This is all recent and I have no idea what’s gotten into him.” The Gunsmith picks up a small piece of smooth metal and starts to rub her thumb over it, looking down at it. “I don’t… I just don’t understand… I do want him to stop and just… Let me breathe.” I sigh and walk over to the table, pulling up a box and propping my foot up onto it, allowing myself to rest my weight on my knee.

“Regardless if this is old or new behavior, the result is still the same.” I point out. “He treated you poorly, held something over your head even though we had all promised to let it go and blamed you for something you didn’t do all because of a malfunction you had no control over.”

The look in her eyes tells me she’s still fighting with herself, I sigh softly. Maybe a little life experience might help her, seeing as Pangolin is her friend and all.

“Look… Kestrel…” I start slowly, trying to find the right tone before taking a breath. “The one who made the Amp? Me and him had a… Falling out… If you will…. He hurt me real bad and I wanted nothing to do with him… Didn’t stop him from trying to make it right.”

The girl tilts her head at me, but she stays silent, just as she did the night I asked her to repair the weapon in question…. “She’s listening to me….” My thoughts whisper in my mind. Trying not to show my surprise, I take her silence as permission to continue.

“Point is… It took me a long time for me to forgive him after what he did. Granted, I treated him like shit and I still regret that to this day… But at the time, I wasn’t ready to forgive him. I still needed to heal.” I murmur softly, my eyes cast downwards as I remember those bitter memories. “Forgiveness is a privilege, not a right, It’s up to you to decide when the privilege is earned.”

I can see her eyes darting as she processes the information before looking towards me.

“Why are you telling me this?” She questions. I take a moment to think. It is a good question. Why am I doing this? All I can do is shrug.

“Guess I wanted to give you some food for thought… Or maybe to let you know I get where you’re coming from.”

She narrows her eyes a little, but she shrugs before taking a deep breath and sighing. I can see in her eyes there’s something still bothering her, but she seems to be putting a pin in it for now.

“ Thanks…” She whispers softly. “For having my back…”

“Mmm.” I hum in response before nodding my head. I watch her stretch her arms and tendrils out before going back to working on the Amp. The tension now more relaxed and loose. I watch her as she works her magic.

I can’t help but to think to myself what a sight this is to watch, granted I have seen it before with me barging in when she was working on the core of the brickzooka, but this… This is something else entirely.

The tendrils shine with a renewed splendor as they move gracefully around. Every piece of the Amp is picked up with gentlest of grasps, akin to handling the most delicate of jewelry. Every action deliberate and methodical, purposeful. Her hands ghost over the remains with a touch analytical, yet respectful. Both hand and tentacle working together to study the Amp down to the smallest of details, the tendrils would split into filaments to get into the nooks and crannies. It made me nervous, but it is clear what she was doing. She’s trying to get to know the weapon…

She’s trying to know it not only as I do, but as Zeke did. Down to the very components and materials used.

My mind starts to slip into the similar spell that it fell into the last time as I watch her fluid movements, now more flowy with her more relaxed mind, and I begin to notice something interesting. Her methodical actions flowed with the rhythm, like she’s part of the music. My ears can hear how the sounds of her tinkering and work synced with the melody, the whole thing almost like a performance. Everything just moving so smoothly and in time… It is… Quite the sight.

I close my eyes and just… Listen to the music. My head almost instinctively started to bob and sway to the beat. Everything is just… So soothing. When my mind figures out the rhythm of the song, I start to hum along. I don’t care if the Gunsmith could hear it. I guess one could say I’m getting into the zone right along with her.

I hate to admit it, I really do, but I’d be lying to myself if I said that I’m not enjoying the shared calm. Turns out that when Kestrel isn’t being an absolute pain in my ass and wanting to start trouble and provoke me, she’s… Not too bad to be around… Though it could be the isolation talking. Been alone for so long that the human need for comradery is latching onto any human who would be willing to give me the time of day.

Still… The fact that she’s even doing this despite all the shit we put each-other through? Speaks volumes of her character.

I can feel the ghost of a smile form on my face as I continue to hum, getting lost in the music and the company. I got so lost in it that I didn’t hear the door open and Mako walk inside. "Hey Kes!"

#infamous #infamous 2 #cole macgrath #demon of empire city #infamous: no man's land #xeno writes #caper #blast shard caper #kestrel morrison #Pangolin #the Amp #Mako #conduit ocs

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whump-on-a-string · 3 months

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Chronic conditions that would make it so hard to run away if we were whumpees 🤝

Have me up on my feet walking but ESPECIALLY standing, for about 4 hrs and I'm done for man. Chronic plantar fasciitis caused by biomechanical issues with your feet bones and tendons fucking hurts. 8')

Seeing any whump prompts that makes a whumpee have to stand in place for an extended period of time (more than 15-30 minutes for my crippled ass) has me going:

"Oh GOOD LORD anyone with funky foot/chronic pain issues would be so fucked. Get them a chair. Unlock the ability to levitate. Get them an advil. Get them a caretaker that kicks whumper's ass so the poor bastard can sit or SOMETHING because holy SHIT. The pain would be immense."

#ask #chronic pain #standing

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idolatri · 1 year

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Rukkhadevata Buer used to be an esteemed and famous ( within the academia circles ) biomechanical researcher. She ran a department at Sumeru University and was well loved by her students. Her latest AKASHA project that was her life's work was stolen by jealous colleagues who were plotting against her. They took her years of research and tinkering and bastardized it into their own, presenting it to patent offices and various circles alike.

With the use of bribery and underhanded methods, the scales were tipped against her and her claims of plagiarism were knocked down. They made her seem like someone who had fallen into a slump and resorted to desperate measures to regain former clout/fame.

In a furious rage, she booted up the backdoor program built into the AKASHA system and erased all the materials on it, shutting it down permanently. Thus, leaving the other researchers floundering about.

Feeling alienated and closed off from her career and former colleagues, she leaves the field and becomes a recluse for a time.

Some years down the road, a small flower shop has opened up, carrying strange and rare blooms.

Vanarana.

The only employee's nameplate reads: Nahida.

Other points:

She lost her childhood friend, Nabu Malikata and drowned herself in her work. In her mourning and grief, Rukkhadevata closed herself off from her other dear friend Deshret Al-Ahmar. So they grew estranged.

Looking back, the research field was very cutthroat and stressful! They were all competing for grants and invitations as guest lecturers at various events. While she loved and adored her students, loved seeing their minds grow and fostering the nation's future, it was the other aspects that made her realize she wasn't at all happy.

Her students were likely on her side and tried to form a protest to help her, but Akademiya jerks being Akademiya jerks just wrote them off as 'dumb kids'.

The aranara are the store's mascots.

#;v: modern: nahida ( lord of verdure )#;ooc #//everyone posting their modern verses so...

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the-real-aku · 1 year

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IM BACK WITH THE WARFRAME AU

You might ask yourself, Aku...what is a Warframe...and the only thing I am going to say to that is a biomechanic warriors with awesome power.

SO HERE'S A 9-HOUR VIDEO ON ALL OF WARFRAME'S LORE IF YOU ARE THAT CURIOUS

Hi, if you're a Warframe fan with no idea who or what the Bat Family is...I'll sum that up as the Batman Family, aka all the kids and heroes he decided were "his". Anyways, this obviously isn't all of them but these are the ones I care about. I'm too lazy to do anything more than the bare minimum rn

Au below the cut: CAUTION, IF YOU HAVE NOT PLAYED THE WAR WITHIN THIS WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS!!!

Also...im not following the no-killing rule with this AU as it is impossible for it, as someone needs to control Grineer population.

Bruce Wayne/Batman:

Ash Prime - the most assassin stealth-based Warframe literally has a batman skin -like no one can look me in the eye and say this isn't Batman

Excalibur Prime - a limited edition Prime Warframe, no long available to buy and or make

Hildryn - Honestly, big buff lady who is a tank-support

Protea - utility support with massive firepower

Vauban Prime - similar to Protea but way more defensive-based rather than support fits Bruce pretty well when it comes to taking out crowds

Rhino Prime -Tankiest boy, a proud beast

Harrow Prime -this one cracks me up. Harrow is a Warframe that casts its abilities by flogging itself and its whole back story is about carrying the weight of the world on its shoulders to hold back a force of evil and punishing itself...literally Bruce

Excalibur Umbra - I'm gonna expand on this a little and if you have not played the Sacrifice please ignore this or if you don't care...keep reading I guess. - Umbra kills his own child when he becomes fully infested, he is one of the few Warframes that have recorded sentience. -I think its fitting for Bruce.

Why does Bruce have mostly all primes you may be asking yourself, and to be clear you know exactly why motherfucker. Because he's fuckin' Bruce Wayne. I don't think I need a better reason other than he is (A) Bruce Wayne (B) Batman.

Dick Grayson/Nightwing:

Zephyr Prime - b-bird...it flies, its a bird because h-hes robin - also her idle animations have MASSIVE Dickergy

Baruuk - I know hes a "pacifist" but blah blah blah I don't care, he is scary when he loses his "restraint" and so is Dick

Titania - I...I don't actually have a reason for this, I just find it fitting

Excalibur - a classic, basic, but matches Bruce in being one of the OGs - he's a true classic and an OG but incredibly powerful nonetheless, fan fav, poster boy, you get it.

Nezha - fruity ass Nezha, jumpy, always moving, kinda like Dick

Wukong - hehehhe monke...he just has that playful energy in his abilities like Dick. Oh, and the cloud. LOVES the cloud and the twin he can summon.

Mirage - the same thing with Wukong, it plays with Dick's teasing fun nature. I think he would take advantage of her duplicates when in comes to fights, seeing as how Dick has a tendency to be fuckin' stupid and not call in for help so having holograms that can pack some damage and copy your moves seems like something he needs Dick started with Zephyr, enjoying the fact that he could shoot across the sky with her. He's not a fan of running like Volt or Gauss, he enjoys being in the air like he can be with Zephyr, Wukong, and Titania. I think he regrets having Zephyr as the Prime Bruce gives him.

Jason Todd/Red Hood:

Mesa Prime - she is literally a gunslinger, she gets a buff if she goes into missed with no melee weapon equipped. What more could Jason want in a Warframe?

Rhino - tanky, built like a fridge, like Jason

Styanax - based on hoplite soldiers, a warrior, fitting.

Sevagoth - a Warframe split in two from death, "Return eternally from beyond the grave, as his Shadow eclipses the light while harvesting wicked souls to sate his esurient darkness." Again, fitting

Nidus - fucked up a bastardization of Warframes, its insides look like its outside, unlike many other Warframes. Idk, again, felt fitting

Atlas - idk, bicc, tanky, no real deep reason. Probably just enjoys the backup he can summon

Banshee - thinking about this from an All-Caste standpoint, Banshee's utility wise is incredibly strong for assassinations as she can cancel out all noise and track enemies easily.

Revenant -rose from the dead - "This is Revenant, the returned - the condemned. Harnessing the essence of Eidolon and warrior alike, he mystifies and obliterates his foes. Revenant serves last rites for the souls he leaves on fire, without a plea for mercy."

again...fitting

Valkyr

angry, sacrificed herself and experimented on. Could compare to the Lazarus pit and Jason

Jason's original Warframe that Bruce gifted him was Ash. It was destroyed in the explosion that killed him. He can't get himself to rebuild an Ash. Also, yes...I know Jason's have deep meanings, but....eeuugghhhhh he's my FAVORITE DON'T JUDGE MEEEE

Tim Drake/Red Robin/Robin:

Loki Prime - Trickster, fast, stealthy, can create a hologram that can attack, it fits

Protea -utility wise, she is techy and an engineer, a lot like Tim, a protector

Gyre - mmm...idk, I know shocking people is Dick's thing but Gyre really has more Tim energy to her with the whole Tesla coil aesthetic

Mag - mmmagnet...can yank, pull, and crush, versatile

Lavos - elemental, mixes and experiments with the elements to make subcategories, incredibly smart, and runs on timers vs energy -felt fitting

Banshee - much like Jason's reason, cancels out noise and makes him far stealthier, probably not Tim's most used Warframe

Volt - I...I'm not sure why Tim is getting the electricity frames. - Shield, fast, shock shit, OG, really useful, and boosts teammate's speed.

Limbo - can leap into the void to avoid damage and can drag enemies in with him, only people in the void can attack and damage him and the same goes for the enemies. - Don't really know again, it felt like a Warframe Tim would experiment with to try and push its limits.

Wukong - my friend who played Warframe just a little bit requested I give Tim Wukong because he was the one Warframe they really enjoyed playing - oh and staff. They both have a bo staff

Damian Al-Ghul Wayne/Robin:

Ash Prime - just like his daddy, need I say more?

Inaros - old, mummy themes, makes me think of a Ra's hand-me-down, good at keeping you alive.

Valkyr - used to teach Damian control over his emotions, I HC that Valkyr's final ability hysteria is kinda intoxicating as it induces a blood-lust-like state.

Garuda - beauty in slaughter teaches grace in combat. She is brutal and effective, self-mutilates to refill her energy, then siphons blood from enemies to heal herself. - Probably teaches more about regulation vs grace...

Nekros - bringer of death, not too much of a damage dealer, but he's able to raise the dead with his 4th ability and that seems like something Damian would like - mini army for him to rule

Now...everyone further down on this list I am way less familiar with and have fewer Warframes because of that. They will also have less meaningful reasons behind why and for that I'm kinda half sorry.

Duke Thomas/Signal:

Equinox Prime - Equinox splits into Day and Night form - I think you see where I'm going with this. - Equinox's abilities complement each other, one supports the other harms and debuffs. - it's the nearest I could get to controlling light and shadow okay

Nova - portals, gravity, idk tbh, she just felt like a frame he would enjoy with the massive amounts of damage and crowd control

Chroma - elemental breath, again, the closest I could get to shadow and light - Chroma is a tankier Warframe, probably one of the few Duke uses when he's running without his family and clan.

Stephenie Brown/Spoiler:

Mirage Prime - Playful, fun, dangerous, a trickster, feels like a good Prime for Steph

Octavia - Steph seems like someone who likes to dance, and who doesn't love blasting music while you mow down hordes of infested or battalions of Grineer :D?

Yareli - I don't...really know how to explain this one for it to not sound derogatory? Yareli's design is super...cute and e-girl-ish? - She's not particularly powerful but she has some mean CC and looks good while drowning you so-

Titania - all of Steph's seem to be tricksters omg - yeah Titania is good for buffing and rebuffing, her 4 shrinks her and gives her massive boosts in speed as she flies around and tears people apart with razor blade butterflies

Cassandra Cain/Black Bat/Orphan:

Banshee Prime - as said before...Banshee is a frame who silences everything around her, stealthy and deadly

Ivara - the hunter warframe, can become invisible and create lines to run around on, seems like something Cass would definitely enjoy and use to destroy everyone in her way

Wisp - not...really sure why I picked Cass to have a Wisp, but she floats instead of walking and opens a portal to channel a literal laser beam of the sun at her enemies. This is not a joke.

Nekros - reaper of the dead, deadly, terrifying, C A S S

Kate Kane/Batwoman:

Sayrn Prime - deadly, powerful, stupid strong, litter the ground with bodies with her kit. Something I think Kate would appreciate

Mesa - G U N. Thats it. I don't really have a better reason or explanation, sorry

Gara - defensive, powerful, sacrificed herself to save the Ostrons from the Eidolon, a hero - I can see Kate in that kinda

Ember - I was gonna make a red-head joke because fire and..and its not that funny. Honestly, no real good reason for Ember either

Vauban - strong, tanky, defensive tech-based kit, no deeper reasons

Barbara Gordon/Oracle/Batgirl:

Nyx Prime - focus on the power of the mind, manipulates and confuses enemies before exploding a mass of psychic energy. Fits with Babs big brain

Lavos - sc ience, that's it.

Protea - defensive support, is powerful, can reverse time, something I think Babs would over-utilize which makes what happens to her...ironic and interesting

Limbo - a lot like Tim's reason, intrigue in pushing Limbo's limit and seeing what she could accomplish with his powers

After she is paralyzed she becomes “Oracle”, replacing The Lotus for the family. She guides the family through missions and helps them work on their gear.

Selina Kyle/Catwoman:

Khora Prime - dommy mommy with a cat. Has a chain whip and yeah I...yeah... - the cat is super cute tho too btw

Garuda - claws, grace in bloodshed, calculated slaughter

Valkyr - uhm....angry kitty. Yeah...I...yeah the last two were literally because of the fact that she's Catwoman.

Mirage - playful, teasing, deadly, like I said with Cass. It fits.

Ivara - fantastic potential to be used to steal shit with her wires, stealth, and pick-pocketing ability

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spearxwind · 2 years

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Please tell us about the new oc

Theyre another fish bastard but theyre biomechanical :]

#i will show them soon enough #ask #anon #i yoinked them from my dream today 🤙🏼

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apothecarywormcrud · 2 years

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table salt himalayan pink salt + flake salt for mr oflegends !!!!

table salt - what is your favorite way to spend time with your f/o?

he infodumps at me for three hours abt biomechanics while i sit there making heart eyes @ him. also napping. hold me gentle like hamburger u huge robot bastard.

himalayan pink salt - tell us about one of your favorite moments between you and your f/o!

flake salt - do you have a favorite au with you and your f/o? tell us about it!

by god do i think a lot about my knight au. this shit's got it all: black knight archetype. man cursed to spend his life as a hollow suit of armor until he experiences love And believes that he deserves it. mutual pining followed by tragic betrayal because that's how these things are supposed to go; that's how these things Always go, and trying to change them is only going to hurt more for both of you in the long run. dreaming abt kissing a dude with no face. renata glasc is there.

odyssey au is newer so it also gets bumped up in the rankings. giant planet-destroying cosmic entity catches feelings for Just Some Guy spaceship mechanic. takes them on dates to the edges of black holes and to watch stars go nova. offers to construct them entire planets to their specifications and theyre like idk bro we could also just hold hands.

#there are no Favorite Moments every day i am simply rotating a smorgasbord of 5000 possible iterations of a single scenario in my mind #but sometimes i draw funy comics about them. so.#ass memes #wicktor

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eidolontrolls · 2 years

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I hope your power comes on when you wake up!! Tell me about a fantroll of yours that you don't normally get to talk about!

this is late bc of the queue but power is back now !!

also a kinda loaded question bc like. there are so many trolls that I don’t talk abt often bc either a) nobody knows about them or b) I don’t know abt them yet either or c) I’m straight up just not very active on here lmao

anyways ummm torrid ridvel he’s a new fucked up little meow meow I’m working on, who may or may not be heavily inspired by an existing character from an entirely different fandom that I’ve basically taken and bastardized to the highest degree

he’s part captain of a little space pirate crew, part mad scientist notorious for their cruelty and unethical genetic modification/biomechanical experimentation. he loves robots and war crimes and also anime

#asks #mun talks #anonymous #torrid asks #hehe one day when I have spoons to make art of him you will get to See #I have so many other characters sitting in the sidelines #rusting away in my brain #it's hard to keep up the spoons to run like. a cohesive blog #but I love them #and it is fun to share them whenever I can

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dead-philosophy · 2 years

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WIP - ULFHEDNAR ARMOR

I haven't done much with Areshkar in a while, and I'm sure my Warhammer content has been missed, so I thought I'd share this little concept sketch. Lore below the cut.

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The Ulfhednar armor is an ancient set of biomechanical armor engineered by House Ulver Sarkal several millennia prior to the Great Crusade, during the Herbertian Era of Lacus Magna. In this period of the planet's history, warring noble houses were locked in a constant power struggle against the backdrop of a planet that also wanted them all dead. House Ulver Sarkal was most learned in the art of fleshcrafting and organic technology, and among its many creations was the Ulfhednar armor, which would go on to be worn by a number of Areshkar's distant ancestors. It is a living organism in and of itself, communicating with its wearer by interfacing with their nervous system and sensing electrical impulses in their tissues. After the end of the Herbertian Era, it would be stowed away in a stasis vault to be rediscovered by Areshkar during the Horus Heresy. How and why my awful bastard man gets his hands on this family heirloom depends on the timeline I've stuffed him in, though in most cases he's adopted its use after a humiliating near death experience in battle (almost always including the loss of his left arm, what I jokingly refer to as his 'Guts arc'). There's a lot more to the story however, and I'd be happy to answer any questions you might have about the armor or the nasty little man who wears it.

#warhammer 40k #horus heresy #warhammer 30k #imperial army #warhammer oc #wh40k #original character #armor design #biopunk #imperium aeternum #imperator heresy #alt heresy #my art #sketch

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orchardpunk · 7 months

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I saved a life today. Well, not really. Or maybe I did, in that another cycle of time exists, whirling around the burst grape at universe' heart, where I acted. Where I smush the spider. .. Yes. This is about a spider. A baby whose desk-bound odessy one eye langoriously watched, enojoying a precious moment reprieve from the insistent boops, beeps and ding ding dings of an impatient employer's agent, the work laptop.

This little chap wandered, lapping up the sights and sounds of the big desk. Such sights as the marvellously humming obelisk, occasionally bursting to life with aforementioned boops. The astonishing drifting dunes of the tobacco wastes. The ginormous undulating green vessel, filled with slightly stinky old coffee and accompanying film. A journey fit for a king, nay a king among arachnids, a fitting first foray for a greenhorned (and green-fanged) adventurer. As well we all know, all good adventures must first start with a bang. Little did he know - or maybe he did, maybe familiarly if he lived in my fraying locks prior to this adventure - the biggeth, haired-but-only-selectively ape whose gaze bemusedly followed its progress. His wiggling exitable wee legs conveying across species the 'cor!', the 'wow' the 'WHAT THE F--' ahem. You get the gist. It was having fun. This little lad, so enthralled by life that he did not know, or did he, that he was moments from death. In another life. Or maybe the same life, lived by this giant vessel of meat but only a few years ago on the coil of said vessel's life. Had it been born sooner. If the little spider's parents had just gotten to the coitus a bit faster. I suppose, more accurately, if the last 1000 generations of its spider parents had gotten to the coitus a bit faster.

You see, the artist currently known as balding slightly extremely benign 27 year old, was previously a murderer. A spider slaughterer. An irredeemable brute.

That individual traversed a range of views prior to this point - justifying the deaths with disgust, with fear, more recently with misplaced rightous anger. That these tiny critters, that knew no better, dare enter its box room. It's box room, how very dare they, that they did not know was owned. Its box room that cost it £700/month (inc. bills) no less, that these aggregiously trespassing spiders in their gall had no concept of. The box that was its only slice of serene in a world entirely owned by megacorps and bastards, that these blasted, greedy spiders could roam around as they pleased. Is that self-rightious rotten reasoning similar to the brainrot inflicting our society? Wherein, those who fought in the past to establish their place, now think they can be the arbiter of access to newcomers seeking to fight for their own slice? To subject them to a quick crack with a wet towel for even considering they could share the warmth.

Fortunately, we're passed that spider smushing at least. The other day I ate a brand of grey meat and bread delivered to my door, and a giant common house spider stopped on its journey to sniff the acrid fumes. I screamed. The spider, jumped. Not at me in fight. Not away in flight. Jumped - as in, scared. As in, 'why did you do that you big daft bastard'. What a world. Terrifying biomechanical creatures with few, if any, external muscles and more eyes than any creature should rightly need.. can jump in fright. Scared of the big, loud monkey and his stinky meal that looks like meat but smells like plastic. For those concerned this means the author is only a recently reformed spider slayer - This is more an anecdote of an odd recent event. It's been a while since I hung up my spider-sized Jack the Ripper cosplay. Thankfully. But I suppose the thrust is, does not acting equate to saving a life, if the only thing the life is being saved from is the inaction of the prospective killer? Does it count as saving a life when Nestle, or Coke, doesn't pump all the groundwater out of a region and leave the local communities to croak on the dry air? Did that little lad even compute the sheer scope of the stupid monkey lazily eyeing it on its commute across the big desk? Does the spider have a better senses of perspective sans ego than said big stupid monkey, and wasn't so involved with such self centred thinking? Was it busy enjoying the act of acting in a universe where for billions of years it did not exist, therefore was in some way the absence of action incarnate?

If Mandela thought the clearest revalation of a society's soul was the treatment of its children, is the treatment of spiders in our homes a litmus test for the health of our smaller, individual souls? Did my soul grow three sizes that day, that day of days when the first spider wasn't slain? Will Nestle's soul swell fit to burst, the day it stops it's century-long tradition of murdering children through missold baby formula?

Are we becoming better people when we stop the previous par for the course act of inflicting harm? Or are we merely finally halting the degregation of our souls by stopping the stop-cock source of its erosion?

Was this all pointless?

Did I save a life?

Can you feel my shrug through the screen?

The spider came back as I finished. Hopefully he likes it here, and will stay to see more sights. Lord knows the local economy needs it.

Does he know he was written about? Or the writer’s heinous history? Maybe he’ll bite me as a sign. Spiders can't speak English, after all.

#spider #night writing #musings #friend #rambles #short story #creative writing

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I got a therapeutic massage this week in an attempt to kick the last of the back pain from my nasty fall last month. (For those unfamiliar, therapeutic massage focuses on addressing injuries and other health issues rather than on relaxation or meditation.) Afterwards the masseur mentioned that getting my various effed up muscles to release “might help my biomechanics” but I wouldn’t be able to tell until 48 hours after the massage, which is how long it takes for your body to finish adjusting to the massage after-effects.

It’s now been almost exactly 48 hours since the massage and I’ve had my most productive Saturday in months. I’m resting now, but probably going to get up and do more later this afternoon. My back feels better but also my bad knee has stopped being a bastard and my whole torso feels much looser and less stiff.

I was sore as hell for 12-24 hours after the massage (in spite of drinking lots of water), and there are still some tender spots on my back from some of the more stubborn knots. But gotdamn. Adding masseurs/masseuses to my list of “secretly wizards”, along with PT and OT professionals. Y’all have been putting me back together this past year and a half.

#therapeutic massage

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once-was-muses · 2 years

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@hopecerulean is interrupting something

Being a mercenary with poor hearing is a real damn problem sometimes. Sure, he can make up for it feeling the vibrations instead- but a whole lot of nothing that does for him when people start flying.

His biomechanical tail constricted around yet another drug lord, tight enough to hurt but not so to keep him from being able to talk, Sameer keeps his eyes trained on the man's bright red face as he dangles him upside down over a five story drop. Patience had always been one of his stronger suits, but interrogations always seem to try it- especially when he's just supposed to kill the bastard afterwards anyhow. Not to mention they aren't all cowed by whatever weapon they pull on him just bouncing off his scales before he sprays acid on it and melts the stupid thing. Some, like this asshat, are too thick headed to know when to throw in the towel.

The only forewarning of an interloper he got was a far off flash of bright blue light, stinging his dark adjusted eyes and yanking his focus away. He barely has the time to drop from his perch before whoever the fuck comes rocketing over head, tail tightening as he catches hold of another ledge many feet below. Quickly finding holds on the weathered building face, Sameer lets out a venomous hiss at whatever just interrupted him. Of course he has to fight someone on top of knocking the codes out of a kingpin.

#Invitation Only : closed starters #hopecerulean #Coldblooded Killer : Copperhead

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vermillioncrown · 2 years

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hello, master-masterpost wip

Personal Tags

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verm is playing… (video games)

verm is listening... (music)

verm is helping (idk why you'd ask me for advice but here)

verm scribbles (all my doodles)

opinionated verm (strong opinions/thoughts)

opinionated audience (polls)

verm.jpeg (pictorial depictions of yours truly)

verm’s cat (my cat 🐈)

black thumb (me killing plants)

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General Tags

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verm bits (snippets of current wips or asks)

friend bits (writing from pal(s))

[fic-specific links below]

Ball Is Life, but You Still Need To Pay Rent-related Tags

on bil (general tag)

bil.jpeg (pictorial content)

bil superpower bs (an anon made up Actual Descriptions for si!kagami’s ‘powers’)

Preferred Hill to Die on-related Tags

phd-verse / phd.jpeg (main series tag and pics)

on tpac / tpac.jpeg (main fic tag & pictoral content)

on whfagt / whfagt.jpeg (april fool's fic collab with roz and pics)

on ttbh / ttbh.jpeg (whfagt's sequel, started by roz and its pics)

on hlwi / hlwi.jpeg / snippets (tpac's romance-focused sequel)

on tpil / tpil.jpeg (hlwi's ot3 what-if that's all roz's fault)

on ands / ands.jpeg (what if roz and my siocs got together w bruce and fought him)

(and more...)

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on dbd (General DBD tag)

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cql (Live-action Drama)

on mrts (Side stories-specific tag)

dbd love shack (dbd's endgame romance discussion)

biomechanics working group (discussion on danmei physicality)

Spotify playlists for DBD/MRTS: (chapters) (zyx plays...)

zyx au’s (all au's w zyx's soul/personality)

- dbd what-if (what if's concerning the main dbd-verse)

- all mdzs zyx (catch-all for those without multiple asks)

- reverse transmigration (modern zyx must take care of sweaty murder teens, or they all go to school)

- zxz fun times (poor zhou le is yoinked along on the isekai train)

- lan wenhui (the twin jades' cousin/sister), on larb (fanfic of the au)

- yu lin (jiang sib's cousin from meishan yu)

- z!jiang cheng

- z!su she

- z!wen zhuliu

- z!qin su

- z!lan wangji

- z!meng yao/jin guangyao

- rogue!zyx (bssr’s disciple, junior to cssr)

- z!mo xuanyu

- college au (feat. shen yuan and shang qinghua) (wangxian-inclined)

- college au au w lxc endgame

- mulan&zyx

- all svsss zyx (catch-all for those without multiple asks)

- z!luo binghe

- z!zhuzhi-lang

- z!qiu haitang

jin roast (my inbox likes hating on lanling jin), king jzx (my inbox likes loving jzx), gucci gang (triple threat zyx, jzx, and lqy)

wwx roast (my inbox thinks wwx is a thot), lwj roast (lwj has no infosec), the cabbage list (is anyone in mdzs fiscally responsible), jc is Just ‘Okay’ (jc is not allowed to be impressive)

#redglyphs

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person-behind-books · 2 years

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(kinda) svsss au!mdzs

wei ying 21century biomechanical engineer by day and fanfiction writer by night dies in a car crash and get’s transmigrated in his favourite/most-hated novel as wei wuxian or the yiling patriarch. monster that killed his favourite character (jzx) and the sister of the protagonist (jyl) before he (jc) had to purge the evil that took over his beloved brother out of the world only to see him rip himself apart with corpses in his madness.

he get’s transmigrated to the day jfm takes him of the streets. as in he is dead by car one second the next he’s attacked by dogs (who he’s been terrified of forever for no particular reason) before being taken in by bad dad of the week jfm. (lqr is good uncle in general, wrh is bad dad of the month and qhj is bad dad of the year, jgs is bad dad of the century)

because wwx is an adult he can see what it does to jc to have him suddenly there and because he’s a rational adult he can ignore/put aside his fear of dogs for three kinda adorable monsters so jc get’s to keep his puppies and is less clingy to jfm. instead he’s just kinda fascinated with this world he woke up. yzy hates him less because his presence didn’t cost her own son as much. and over time begins to like this wild, weirdly mature, stupidly loyal child. he’s like a lotus root, she likes to say, he tangles with you and doesn’t let go. even if this is dangerous. lotus roots if they don’t let go sometimes drown people.

wwx just enjoys his second childhood. his first had sucked. he had grown up in an orphanage for troubled kids until at 18 he was inevetably kicked out and just through pure luck and a bit of good timing and his smarts managed to get an internship at a small laboratory that he, through his earth shattering findings, catapulted into a multi-million dollar one.

he has a nice sister, a grumpy but loving protagonist brother, an aunt that kinda loves him, an uncle that could have been so much worse had he been the original terrible wwx, and an awesome home with cool powers.

when time comes for cr study arc he is super excited and as first desciple and ward of the jiang family of course is allowed to go.

that is where he meets lwj. he had read hundreds of descriptions of his beauty but it doesn’t hold up to the real thing. and he kinda reminds him of the weird, sad hermit he met once on an old mountain during a holiday who he spend multiple months with, so of course he spends a lot of his time trying to befriend him. he wouldn’t have planned to do so at first. in the book and in a lot of fanfictions he had been a standoffish asshole and the first to condem wwx whenever but that monster truly deserved it. there had also been a lot of great fics where he had been a background ship and even one outrageously out of character but also perfectly in character from his point of view with him in love with wwx and keeping that love burning for thousands of years before meeting his reincarnation and falling in love all over again. it had brought wwx to tears and he had re-read it a few times.

he also finally get’s a chance to meet his favourite character. jin zixuan. at first he hadn’t liked him. he had insulted the protagonists sister and always been standoffish but then there had been the peony arc. it had been soly from jzx’s point of view (the first time the author left jc’ pov) and went from his childhood to his friendship with lqy (mian mian) to his falling in love with jyl and his confession to the birth of their son: jin ling. it had been a heartbreaking mirror to jc’s story where jc was the unwanted son with a maybe bastard taking his place to jzx as the only loved child taking the lives from so many people with a horrible father he had to be loyal to, no real friends that would sell all his actions to his father (at least lqy told him she could forget to mention one or two things if he asked) and an unwanted betrothal pressed on him since birth and a social awkwardness and inability to interact with people to rival wwx’s need for attention.

it had been awesome. he had been a bith stuck up in the beginning but had soon enough surrendered to his attempts to make friends and his idea that maybe if he hades not knowing his finance he could maybe send her letters.

it had worked and by the time wwx would have punched him he just said that his fiance is nice and that they are good friends.

he had stayed the whole year, learning with jc, having fun with nhs and jc and jzx, attempting to befriend lwj, and enjoying life.

before finally returning home to lp and finally seeing jyl again.

during the archery competition he doesn’t pull lwj’s head band of and the twin jades share the first place, wn (who he befriended on discussion conferences and mde more confident) lands on place two, jzx and jc land on place three, and he himself on place four (he was to preoccupied with lwj to truly give his all).

wrh is dispeased but wn is on second place and that is while not great for his sect it’s still a score so he hasn’t completely lost face. the indoctrination still happens because wc feels like he needs to reaffirm his position in his father’s court and lwj and jzx kill the xuanwu. wwx knows about jc getting help he had read every single agonising chapter about it but it still was to dangerous for the other parties to try safe them while it was still alive.

lotus pier still get’s attacked but wwx had been ready for it and they mostly survived. he still get’s kidnapped in the chaos and has his core melted by wzl and get’s thrown into the burial mounds during the chaos because things like him loosing his core or getting thrown into the burial mounds are inevitable.

in there the resentful energy whispers his memories back into him. he remembers crying and running away from dogs. he remembers clinging to a tree with only one shoe on. he remembers beautiful lan zhan screaming get lost after he showed him porn. remembers punching the peacock. remembers pulling the ribbon. rembmers jiang cheng’s core and the desperation to save those members of his family still left. remembers killing armies in a single day, corpses ravaging the battlefields. remembering pressed to a three lips on his - that part wasn’t mentioned in the book. remembers wen qing beautiful, proud wen qing on her knees begging him to safe her brother. remembers freeing the wen cultivators, the wen elders, the wen child, her dead wen brother from those golden camps. remembers the kind smile in the eyes of a stiff face of a corpse giving his soup to a-yuan. remembers that same face only now with anger clouding the eyes punching a hole through jin zixuan’s chest. remembers shijie - beautiful, mournign, kind, brave shijie - pushing him away. remembers the hate and desperation in jiang chengs eyes the fear and the pleading as he destroys the stygian tiger seal in an attempt to do one good thing before he dies. remebers the pained scream and tears welling out of devestated eyes and the satisfied curl of lips and the hysterical laughter that spilled from those same lips as jiang cheng saw him be ripped apart. unable to do anything as the last of his family died and he was left alone with nothing but the burden of those he swore to protect if they seved him and a newly orphaned nephew.

he throws up even if there is nothing left inside of him. he was right. wei wuxian. the yiling patriarch truly was a monster. and he would do anything to keep him from ruining everyones lifes again.

four months later he is found by jc and lwj. he had known they were looking for him but he had been so careful not to be found. seems like his luck finally ran out.

when jc tries to give him suibian he explains wzl maltes his core so he can’t pick it up again.

when lwj tells him demonic cultivation harms the body and mind he tells him how it woks and why the way he uses it isn’t dangerous als long as he keeps just using what he has around him instead of collecting it in a seal that would corrupt his mind over time.

when lwj pleads him to cume to gusu to be cleansed he expains over jc’s angy shouts that his loyalty lies first and foremost with yunmeng jiang but if he want’s he can maybe visit from time to time.

when he sees yzy, the new sect leader jiang until jc comes of age again, he cries in her dress while she scolds him for his foolish actions while she rubs his back. just like when he had been a child. because that’s what he was a child. it didn’t matter that he had the memories of growing into and adult two times.

he kills the wens on the battlefield with a heavy heart and wen ruohan with the lightest feeling of reliev if his chest.

he makes sure wen qing and her family and all the wens that had no other choice and all those that did recieve a fair punishment and their own farmland. the moling wen sect is born and under the jurisdiction of the lan sect. they become a sect of healing and help every person in need that comes seeking aid.

when wen qing learns of two cultivators and their prisoner traveling to gusu lan to have their prisoner be punished before going to baoshan-sanren’s mountain to have the eyesight of the blind one restored, she cuts out the yes of the criminal and implements them in the blind one. they still visit her from time to time and apparently have adopted a daughter.

lan wangji’s visit’s to yunmeng are still regular and it isn’t a rarity to see him smiling at young master wei while he tells him an outlandish tale that is just as likely to have happened as it is to haven’t while they wander the docks of lp.

a few years later wen qing and wei wuxian come up with and idea for him to built a new core. she can open his miridans, that shriveled together when his core was crushed, with needles and her qi and another person can let their qi circulate in wwx body like they did in their body while trying to form a core. lwj volunteers and after six month of a daily treatment his new core is stable enought to cut the treament down to once a week.

this proves to be good timing because jin ling’s one hundred day celebration will be soon (he was born a bit later in this because of all that was going on)

when wen qing tells lwj that they have reached a stage where someone else (not the person who started the qi infusions) can do the qi infusions no without destabalising wwx lwj refuses unless wwx wants someone else. wwx want’s to know why lwj invests so much time in him. que: wangxian confession.

jgs eventually dies do to mysterious cicumstances that don’t seem to unlikely concerning him a few months after he declared mxy due to his potential as his son.

jgy, a few days after gaining a new brother decided his standing in lanling is to tenuous to allow more siblings to threaten him position and created a nice long plan to kill jgs without any proof or witnesses.

without him he has no reason to kill nmj so they stay out of each other’s way before on the prompting of lxc they refresh their relationship and becoming tentative friends. nhs loves it and supports their friendship wholeheartedly because jgy is a wonderful shireld to hide behind when he doesn’t want to do any work and enventually and somehow manage to manuyer jgy in the positon of madam nie by having those two marry (yay less work for him let jgy manage his brother, yay less politics for nmj let jgy handle those, yay more power for jgy without having to kill his brother who he kinda likes)

over the following centuries the sects and cultivation slowly fade into obscurity until nothing but the myth of cultivation is left.

it is then that a familiar novel is written. only this time the ending is a lot more happy and a lot less tragic than the original piece.

wwx, when he tracks the author down meets Liu Wei, jiang chengs newest alias. after wwx, lwj, jc, and lxc had cultivated to immortality they had mostly gone their seperate ways, wwx and lwj stayed together of course.

after teasing jc endlessly wwx gets an idea and visit’s an old mountain again. and he was right the old hermit that had reminded him of lan zhan is there.

“zewu-jun” he greets.

apparently unlike lwj, wwx, and jc, lxc prefered to seclude himself on a mountain and simply enjoy his time there and let his grief over those that didn’t cultivate to immortality fester. he seems happier this time around. if wwx had to guess it would be because this time his brother has happiness.

it would also explain why he had acted so strangely the first time they met on that mountain and how the writer of that fanfiction know exactly what had happened between lwj and wwx. there was noone who could read his brother better and who would have the knowledge of what happened between them back then. he must have gotten inspired after he met wwx’s reincarnation. wwx can’t blame him - it isn’t as if he didn’t have inspiration at weirder times.

wwx convinces lxc to leave the mountain and he slowly becomes close to jc. they eventually (a few years later) begin dating and move in together.

(jc could write from jzx’s pov because they kinda were friends after xuanli marriage and he wanted him too be remembered)

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world-of-horrors-au · 2 years

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Horrors AU - Caretaking

Requested by a compassionate friend who asked to remain anonymous.

After being attacked unexpectedly by humans in an already weakened state, Jeff finds himself being saved not by one of his mates, but by the kindest of the Slendergods

Jeff x Hedonist [Offenderman]

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When it ended, Jeff didn't open his eyes. He let himself breathe first, sucking in deep breaths of the Deep's sweet, cool air. His bloody fingers relaxed and unclenched on the dirty concrete.

Somehow, he was safe. And it wasn't thanks to one of his mates.

The large shadow cast over him shifted, and a man's voice let out a light laugh.

"Afternoon, General," the Hedonist said. "What a pleasant surprise meeting you here."

His face wrinkling with effort, Jeff pushed his body with his arms. He rolled over onto his back. He hissed in pain. Bad idea - even his blurry eyes could see the way the Hedonist's head snapped towards him.

"You alright?" The Hedonist said, voice now tense.

"Why did you do that?" Jeff asked instead.

A pause. "What, those bastards?" The Hedonist jabbed a thumb over his shoulder towards the corpses. "I felt you running into the Deep. You never do that, so I figured something was up. Would've let the dumbasses survive, but turns out I banned their little group last week for kidnapping. Traffickers never learn."

Jeff closed his eyes and laughed. "Traffickers," he said, the word cold on his tongue. "Of course they were."

A long pause.

"You're hurt," the Hedonist said, and Jeff had never heard that kind of alarm in it before.

Grimacing, Jeff moved his reluctant body, to push himself to a sitting position. He couldn't do it.

The Hedonist was there, crouching over him.

"Jeff, what the hell happened? You're not healing!"

Jeff hissed. The god was right. Even now, his muscles cried out with pain, and his cut open skin wept fresh blood.

"The bastard that's stalking Briar," Jeff said, and sucked in another breath. "He's some kind of scientist. I caught him trying to break into her house again and he stabbed me with some kind of syringe. He thought I was her - fucker ran away when he realized I was a guy. He didn't -" Jeff took another breath. Breathing wasn't easy, it hurt. "Didn't recognize me somehow."

The Hedonist said three sharp syllables, something in his native tongue. He shook his head.

"I'm taking you to Doc," he said. "I'll carry you, you ready?"

Jeff didn't even bother to protest. He nodded, and bit his tongue. At first, as the large arms wrapped around him, his vision spun and terror pushed into his throat like bile. His mind flashed the image of another god, a black suit with a red tie, a hand larger than his head reaching out…

Roses, though. Sweet roses, dozens of types, all embedded in the Hedonist's skin and cocky looking clothes. The fear melted and the pain did too. Jeff pressed his cheek against the cool bare chest the Hedonist held him against, and purred.

From within that chest, a deep rumbling, a purr returned. Jeff smiled.

A door opened.

"Smiley!" The Hedonist shouted.

Jeff raised his head. The light burned and buzzed, he clenched his eyes shut. Now he could smell it, metal and sanitizer and weird chemicals. It made his head throb. Definitely Dr Smiley's lab.

"Smiley!" The Hedonist shouted again.

"Did I pass out?" Jeff asked.

"No, I just know some tricks. Smi-"

"Chill, Heds, I'm right here."

Her steps were quiet as cat's feet, which matched the biomechanical tail that swung calm from side to side. Dr. Smiley was, of course, smiling when she emerged from the void of her back rooms. It didn't last long.

"Jane's grace, what happened?!" She yelped.

"People actually say that?" Jeff said, voice weak.

"Lay him down over here," Smiley said, gesturing to a berth. She moved the box on it to a table as the Hedonist strode towards it.

"One of your brothers in science got him with a syringe," the Hedonist said. Jeff hissed in a breath as he was lowered down. "Was going after Jeff's - Jeff? You need to let go."

"Huh?" Jeff blinked. His eyes refocused, and looked at the hand still gripping the Hedonist's coat. "Oh, right."

He exhaled. His hand didn't let go. His fingers twitched, and didn't release.

"Can you let go?" The Hedonist looked at Jeff, in obvious concern.

"Shock, I bet." Smiley pressed a spot on Jeff's arm. His fingers snapped open. "The body does weird shit when it's in pain, and you're not healing right."

"At all," Jeff said, and watched as the Hedonist lay the shaking arm down onto the been berth.

Smiley cursed under her breath, her expression twisting into anger.

"I'll get you a sedative," she said. "It'll knock you out-"

"Do those work on us?" Jeff said. "Eyeless Jack said-"

"Your whole body is screwy right now," Smiley said. "Even if you only stay under for ten minutes, it'll give your body a chance to relax and me time to see what the fuck that bastard put in your system."

Jeff thought about what that meant - needles, for sure - and cringed.

"Thanks, doc," he said. He smiled at her and she grinned back.

"Anything for our General," she said.

The Hedonist nodded. "Anything for you, Jeff," he said.

Jeff laid his head back down and closed his eyes. He was safe here, he thought, closing his eyes. He could rest.

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"He went under quick," Smiley said. "Faster than I thought. He must be in a lot of pain."

The Hedonist pulled away the scraps of cloth as Smiley snipped them away from the injuries with her scissors.

"He's not an ordinary guy," the Hedonist said. He looked at Jeff's face. "Never really had the chance to be."

"Thirteen years old," Smiley said, shaking her head. "I think that's the youngest of all the Horrors born in the First Wave. And he led us in a war."

"After he got away," the Hedonist said, in a dark voice.

Neither of them spoke. Fabric snipped into pieces, Smiley hummed.

"Good news is, he stopped bleeding a while ago. Bad news is, the wounds aren't closing like they normally would be." She clicked her tongue. "I gotta act fast or he's gonna have some new scars and a lot of vacation time."

"I wouldn't mind giving him a vacation," the Hedonist joked.

Smiley looked up at him, a knowing light in her eyes. The Hedonist pulled back, blushing, and cleared his throat.

"Do you know what might've done this?" He asked.

Her expression darkened.

"I don't have a clue. This should be impossible. At least, I would've thought it was impossible. I never really considered how it would be done, just what I would do if it happened."

"But," she said, "it's still in his system. That means I should be able to find it. And once I do…"

Smiley hesitated. The Hedonist waited.

"Doc…?"

"This isn't my subject," she said at last. "I've earned my mad scientist cred through different strains of biology. I may not be able to find this on my own."

"So you're gonna need help?" The Hedonist straightened.

"You don't need to kidnap anyone," Smiley said. He relaxed.

"I'm gonna call in a favor," she said, and he tensed again.

"I hate that guy," the Hedonist half whined, no actual hate in his voice.

"You hate who he works for," Smiley said. "If he were working for you, you'd probably adore him."

The Hedonist huffed.

"Tell him to take a shower before he comes here," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't want a guy smelling like bad booze wandering around my personal areas."

"You say that like that would stop you from- never mind," Smiley said. "Yeah, I'll find a way to tell him. Now are you going to help me, or just hover over your crush like a worried mama bird?"

The Hedonist blushed a deep shade. "I'll help," he said.

"That's what I thought."

It did make her nervous to think about contacting the other scientist, but Smiley would never tell the Hedonist that. There was a kinship between her and the human man, one born from being separated from their homelands, not just being siblings in mad science. Rico McMallory was the only human Smiley would ever trust. If he couldn't figure out what happened to Jeff, no one could.

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