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eternal-freeze · 3 months
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this is my own snowpiercer_feeling_ish photo from 29 Dec 2019. just a little while before the covid end of the world... remember that time back then?
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voiceoutofstars · 1 month
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Fan narration of a Relic entry in HSR’s Data Bank. This is the story of all four pieces of the Guard of Wuthering Snow set.
Music is "Beata" by OB-LIX.
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nelkcats · 8 months
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Phantom Fever
When Danny left Amity he was pretty sure it would be a quick trip. He wasn't expecting a few days' visit to Gotham to check some annoying "co-workers" of Vlad's, a gala and a serious case of fever.
Being fair, Danny didn't know that ghosts could get sick, or how much damage this could do. His powers went completely haywire, activating and deactivating in the middle of the street, and it was only thanks to Vlad that he was able to come up with an excuse or two.
Vlad obviously didn't expect him to get sick either, if his disgusted face was anything to go by. The two had a truce of sorts but it was obvious they were only on friendly terms thanks to Jack Fenton.
Danny didn't feel like locking himself in a room and drinking soup. He wanted to call Frostbite, but he was too far away from the Realms, and the halfa refused to let Vlad check on him.
So he ended up on the streets of Gotham, spreading early winter and ice stalagmites in his wake. It was just luck that Vlad found him before the bats, who were obviously interested in the new development. Danny wondered how he was supposed to attend the gala in those conditions.
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essektheylyss · 2 years
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Honestly, I do hope Ludinus is the elf in question because the timeline on it is so funny, because he's been in Rexxentrum for so long without anybody scaring him off. When the king threatened all of the mage houses with charges of treason, he was presumably part of the people who persuaded him to let them create the Assembly. And then he gets threatened by this volatile 33 year old and peaces the fuck out.
But also, it makes total sense, because it's basically
Ludinus: Do you want a job involving my personal oversight? :)
Caleb, possibly wearing the body of one archmage in a necklace, just handed another to the Cobalt Soul hogtied in a basket: No. Fuck you.
Ludinus: Understandable. Excuse me, I have to take this call about an all-expenses paid vacation to the Marquesian jungle. :)
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rabarbarzcukrem · 1 year
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Thinking thoughts...
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fireladybuckley · 4 months
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Missing this boy something fierce today 💔
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hardrockshrimp · 3 months
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I finally got little Nick to his mama <3 I should've recorded his reaction but it was such an instant decision I made that I didn't think to WHICH IS SOMETHING I NEED TO WORK ON BUT I ALSO DONT WANNA MAKE IT LOOK LIKE IM DOING IT ONLY FOR THE REACTION AND VIDEO
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Anyways, sweet baby angel Nick <3
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craycraybluejay · 4 months
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people think i'm "rude" for being too blunt/too honest but if i took some kind of uncontrollable truth-telling serum i would be actually suicide-inducingly horrible to be around. i'm honest but trust that i take care to be much more polite, fair, and controlled at most times than I want to. you could not take 5 minutes of me blurting out everything that goes on in my brain in gruesome detail, especially pertaining to You specifically. kindness and courtesy are neither a weakness nor proof of some inherent purity. they are a bore of a chore. and while it is an incredibly irritating chore it is required in order to exist (less) hassled by society.
idk. it's truly annoying to spend much effort and energy on all of everything alone. and after accepting no help will come your way, no ackmowledgement or reward for your work comes either. and not only. instead comes punishment. punishment for the grave sin of not being good enough at pretending like i love small talk and not being good enough at kissing ass and not being good enough at neither keeping my head down and doing nothing nor making waves. not being good enough no matter which way you turn, what weight you pull, how much pain you opt to ignore in favour of pushing onward. there is no prize, no safe space, there is only the anger in the meaningless and base fight to survive. hatred, death, despair, the deep wells of agony. and within it all a part of you screams itself hoarse and then quiet to break the dam. at such high capacity, it doesnt matter of its toxic sludge or just water. "just water" kills everything in its path. tsunamis, typhoons, tropical storms, rainstorms, deadly hail... a little bit builds up and in the right place it can be cried out, or redirected, or simply evaporate in the warm, kind, invigorating rays of the sun. but what then if there is no place for that kind of thing. you are the river above a city and you grow and you grow and come the next storm you may just flatten it all to nothing with everyone inside. the dam allows no space to move or grow smaller. you grow so big you don't know if it's even a river anymore. what you are is some strange unnatural body with a riptide so intense it rivals the wildest ocean tides.
i remember the time i almost got swallowed by a storm riptide clearly. it took just a touch of the water and i am being pulled by a force stronger than anything i have felt before or again, something wild and so much bigger. a storm that no longer wants or has any purpose or even one clear cause... without reason, it doesn't *want* to destroy ships and tug people to their crushed deaths. no. it just-- will. it will do that. it has no will but it will kill you. it will destroy everything. what a beautiful terror. but why in me. tugging tugging tugging. sometimes i wish my weak little kid body got seized by the riptide and that i could not break free at all. that would be an epic death.
#rambles#someone promised me a visit to a rage room!!!! they must deliver!!!!!!#i must admit i do look down on the one that rages like a traumatized little bitch-- dog#at every little thing#the one who-- in the real world-- is too angry and stupid even to shut its mouth when it kills itself#here i am with all this anger you put inside me and its enough to genuinely want to wipe our planet dead#and here i am calmly listening to you air your pathetic grievances while i think of smashing your skull in with this hammer#and you. you... like a little baby given power.#and here i fucking am taking it and trying so hard to maintain. as if it wouldnt be such a relief to just let go#as if i havent envied you for your senseless retarded pursuit of being so unapologetically terrible to people#as if i wouldnt do anything to trade our minds and places and be the stupid eternal toddler#people think the things i occasionally say or do are anger. it is not#how many switches will you flip and buttons will you push until you choose the wrongest one yet#how much longer must i withstand this pressure with my hands under me and my teeth pressed firmly together#how many more times do i have to stop in the middle of acting on instinct. instinct to survive and fight#instinct that will destroy indiscriminately.#if its like this for long enough... do you think water can become fire? youve heard of hell freezing over but have you heard of earth#becoming hell?#again i cant sleep. the energy is suffocating. i need to be held tightly and to tussle till my body gives out#no i need to feel bones crack under me.
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”I don’t want to give Jehovah’s organization a black eye so I have to suffer in silence. Oh the pain! The pain!”
Mhm. Have you ever considered that Jehovah’s organization has given you not one, but two proverbial black eyes, broken ribs, and a concussion over the years; and maybe you should expose them for the abusers they are, if only enough to get yourself help to heal from the abuse you’ve experienced? You’ve got Stockholm syndrome bad, and you’re making it everyone else’s problem. You cared about your abusers so much that you abused me in their name, just because I wanted no part of their organization. Even if I didn’t seek out apostate resources, I wouldn’t have needed them to make my decision to leave because of how much you vented about them to me since I was about five years old. Did you just expect me to stay here and take the abuse like you did? I’m better than that; I’m better than you.
#exjw#ex cult#I woke up and he was venting about it to my mom very loudly so I just went “fuck that”#I could’ve went somewhere in the house to eat but I specifically chose the 20 degrees F screen room so that both of them know#I’d rather freeze than hear one more second of his venting knowing that he is still refusing to get help#Mom wants to watch the convention? Glorious. I’m not leaving my room until he’s done talking. I will not be her deus ex machina#I will not be her excuse to end the conversation so she can watch the convention with me#She can sit there and listen to it; and maybe she’ll grow some reasoning ability and realize#the religion she so piously subscribes herself to is splitting us apart and killing her husband#and maybe she’ll begin to take his triggers seriously and not make passive-aggressive remarks about how she wants to listen#to all the comments and not mute it when an elder who sexually harassed him begins speaking#and maybe my dad will grow some common sense and realize that continuing to go to meetings will ensure he is in a state of trauma#for all eternity#and maybe — just maybe — they will realize that everything they read in my diaries was right#and that they were absolutely positively 100% in the wrong for screaming at me about their contents#and apologize for what they’ve done to each other and to me#But that’s wishful thinking because [first name] “I’m more stubborn than you” [last name] will hold out until it kills him#and my mom is ex-Catholic and convinced the JWs are entirely truthful just because she prefers the possibility of death over hellfire#You can’t make this shit up#I live in a madhouse with crazy people
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tmpttion · 1 year
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memovia · 9 months
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UPCOMING MUSE.
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❝ Hey... don't tell me you forgot about your ol' pal, Sampo Koski... ❞
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eternal-freeze · 2 months
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‘Snowpiercer’: AMC Picks Up Season 4 After TNT Scrapped Sci-Fi Drama
‘Snowpiercer’: AMC Picks Up Season 4 After TNT Scrapped Sci-Fi Drama
By Peter White
March 14, 2024 11:00
The final season of Snowpiercer has finally found a home.
The fourth season of the sci-fi drama will air on AMC after the company acquired the rights to the Tomorrow Studios-produced series. It comes after TNT scrapped the show last year as part of a wider Warner Bros. Discovery content write-down strategy.
Deadline revealed in January 2023 that the fourth season wouldn’t air on its original home, as part of a slew of content cuts that also included the axing of Batgirl, Abrams’ HBO drama Demimonde, and TBS series such as The Big D, Chad and Kill The Orange Bear.
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ONE TRAIN!
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amokslime · 9 months
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Important announcement: I added tomatoes from our garden and fresh mozzarella to instant hot topokki and glass noodles in a spicy sweet chili sauce. It's tasty
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Hi! I love all your work - it gives me life ~
I absolutely love how you’ve added so much detail (especially the small things) to these characters and the overall story!! It’s been fantastic to watch the little details grow and unfold over time.
I love your take on Thena and cold weather! If you have time or any ideas I was wondering if you could do something angsty that elaborates on that — maybe something like hypothermia? Thanks so much!!!
"Are you done yet?!"
"Easy, Gil," Phastos discouraged, although even the usually unbothered and unshaken Fabricator flinched at the harsh tone of it. His rings floated through the air as he examined their teammate--their poor, shivering sister. "She'll live."
"Of course she'll live!" Gil barked, standing from the edge of the greentank and out of the comforting chatter of Sersi and Ajak beside him. "I care about the fact that she's freezing!"
Thena curled up on Phastos' console/exam table, unable to stop her trembling as her body desperately tried to regulate itself. She wouldn't lose any limbs or anything, but even her body of Cosmic Energy was struggling to keep the blood in her veins flowing steadily. "G-G-G-Gi-Gil-"
"I'm here, Thena," he was quick to respond, all but shoving Phastos clear across the room as he moved to scoop her up into his arms again. Her trembling didn't exactly stop but certainly it was better than nothing. "I'm right here."
He had been there from the moment she was retrieved after falling through the ice and into the Baltic Sea.
They had been battling a pack of frighteningly large Deviants across the frigid landscape of the continent. Blizzards were constant and they had unwittingly tracked them right onto the ice.
"Ajak, please," he pleaded with their Prime, who one of the few Eternals who had not been on the receiving end of Gil's ire since returning. "Can't you do something?"
"I'm sorry," Ajak cooed, first at Thena, running her hand over her golden curls of hair. She looked up at Gil, pressing her palm to his cheek, "I can close wounds, mend bones, stop bleeding. But I can't make the heart pump faster."
There were a lot of intricacies to Ajak's powers, and Gil had tried to ask her about warming up Thena before to no avail.
"Just take her to bed," Ajak suggested, giving the Strongest Eternal her permission to be relieved of duty until Thena was in fighting condition again.
Gil pressed a kiss to Thena's temple as he walked out of the console room and towards his quarters. She always slept better in his bed than in hers, even when he was with her. "Don't worry, Thena. I'll get you warmed up."
She said nothing, her teeth chattering loudly in her jaw. She settled on pressing her cheek into him. "S-S-S-S-St-St-S-"
She couldn't muster a single word. Gil hurried into his room, immediately pulling the covers up over them as he wrapped his arms around her. He had seen Thena cold--she got cold pretty easily. But he had never seen her like this. He was scared.
Thena's hands clenched at him, trying to convey something. Either she didn't have the words or she wouldn't be able to verbalise them anyway. She tapped her fingers at his chest.
"Okay," he whispered, kissing her freezing cold forehead and taking her hands between his. Their armour dispersed from between them and he pulled her closer, pressing her skin to his.
Thena sighed.
Gil buried his nose in her hair, holding onto her as if the outside world were trying to rip her away from him. It this was what it took, he would hold her all night, not take his eyes off of her, hold her hands--anything.
Thena nestled and nuzzled closer to him continually, surrendering her pride to the need to feel his warmth. Eventually, her lips parted. "Gil."
"I've got you," he whispered, puffing hot breath against her cheek and then kissing it as if to seal it in.
"Got me," she repeated, finally showing some semblance of being Thena. She snuck her feet in between his, which he allowed wordlessly. Her hands flexed again, this time against the skin of his chest. "Better."
Better: better than the cold, better than she had been feeling before, better him than anyone else. Thena didn't need a plethora of words to communicate, least of all with him.
Gil meshed their legs together, his knees between hers and over top of her thigh. He moved his hands over the delicate sculpt of her hips, her ribs, her back. Everywhere her frigid skin yearned for his attention.
Thena continued to loosen as he held her, his hands so much warmer than any fire and so much more comforting than any blanket or pillow. And certainly, his presence was much more assuring than any power given by the Celestials.
Gil settled his arms around her waist and his hands on her back only when she was no longer trembling. She was all but purring when that satisfaction did eventually come. He moved his head on the pillow, so close to her that their lips and noses and eyelashes could brush with the slightest movement. His head bonked hers affectionately. "Warmer?"
"Much," she sighed against him, her face half buried under his and into his pillow.
"Good," he sufficed to say, not that he would be going anywhere any time soon. "You need rest. I'll be here."
"Good," she said in return, her hands leaving his hips and creeping their way up to his back as well.
He could tell that his warmth had really permeated her when her hands were no longer frigid but instead nice and warm on his back.
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goldennika · 7 months
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ok this is gonna be disorganized and i can’t properly articulate it rn but tnc: freefall really seems like it’ll be a huge turning point in txt lore given all the parallelisms with their previous album concepts:
Reality = You (tcc: freeze) + Mess (m2:tc) ?
Melancholy = World (tcc: freeze) + chaotic wonderland ?
Clarity = Starboard (tdc: eternity) + Crown MV (tdc: star) ?
And the fact that tnc: temptation was so dreamy and alluring makes the contrast with tnc: freefall really feel like a freefall 😵‍💫
someone even said it feels as though they’ll be leaving the txt lore behind with tnc: freefall and i am not okay 🥹 (esp given that the star seekers series has already ended?)
(from a performance and astro-related standpoint, saw a tweet saying their cb date, oct 13, has the LB in it which indicates a major life transition — either a departure of sorts or levelling up. the last time they had LB was for the cb for the freeze era, which was fucking huge for them!!)
Would the big change then actually be them leaving their lore behind and living in our reality? 👀 Have we truly reached the end of all the chapters in txt’s lore? 🤔
I, for one, am a sucker for a good concept and find that it makes a group/album more engaging since there are more layers to unpack and connect compared to the work of a musical artist who does not follow such an elaborate worldbuilding approach.
That said, TXT is still and will always be a group that strives to represent their generation. The star seekers au serves as an extended metaphor — adding to the storytelling but is not the entirety of their story of their youth.
clown mode on but if we see any or all of them taking on instruments for this album, i’m gonna be delusional and say it’ll be the start of txt sharing their own stories directly with us — no other timeline or universe but present day Earth 👀
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costcoshampoo · 10 months
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this seems like an.... ill advised shooting range setup...
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