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doctorwhoimagines · 4 months

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All of Time and Space

After a would-be alien invasion, The Doctor offers you the opportunity to travel with him in the TARDIS.

Ten × gn!reader

Warnings: None

"This is supposed to be a spaceship?" With a raised eyebrow, you looked away from the blue box and back to the pinstripe suited man—The Doctor, he'd called himself—his hands shoved in the pockets of his trousers. "It's just an old Police Box."

"Well, looks can be deceiving, can't they?" The Doctor headed towards the box once again, taking your hand to bring you along.

He'd been doing that on and off for the last few hours, holding on tight as the two of you ran from the strange aliens that had apparently infiltrated your workplace. You helped The Doctor send them back to where they came from, only for him to give you an enticing offer.

"You and me. All of time and space. What do you say?"

Even after what you'd witnessed that day, seeing more than just your little corner of planet Earth still seemed far-fetched. But something in The Doctor's eyes told you that you could trust him with your life without knowing him for more than a single afternoon.

You shook the thought away just as the two of you reached the door, and he pushed it open for you, nodding his head towards the inside. "Go on then, give her a look."

Seeing the blue box made you start to rethink that a little bit. Sure, he'd stopped an alien invasion like it was something he dealt with every day, but what if he was just some madman? And even if the box really could travel through time and space, how could the two of you fit in the thing? The Doctor was quite slim, yes, but the idea of being in such close quarters with him...

Hesitantly, you let go of him as you stepped in.

Instead of a dark, cramped box, you found a warmly lit room. The walls were covered in a hexagonal pattern, and it had what looked like curvy support beams spaced around it. In the center of it all sat a console, litered with various knobs and buttons and screens.

And the sound...almost like the ship had a heartbeat.

You didn't even notice that The Doctor had already ran past you and to the console, tossing his trench coat onto the padded railing. He flipped a switch, watching as you took in your surroundings. There was something he enjoyed about seeing others be awestruck at the sight of his beloved TARDIS.

Unsurprisingly, the first thing you said was, "It's...it's bigger on the inside."

"It's called the TARDIS. Time and Relative Dimension in Space." The Doctor leaned on the edge of the console, his hands resting on either side of him as he looked at you expectantly. "Fancy a trip?"

You walked towards him, still looking at the room and wondering if you were dreaming. "You said 'all of time and space'..." Stopping in front of him, you smiled. "How could I not?"

The Doctor grinned and, in an instant, began pushing buttons and flipping even more switches. "The question is...past or future?"

"Future," you said without a thought. "Show me something amazing."

"Coming right up!" The Doctor stopped running around the console to pull a lever, and the TARDIS began to make a strange grinding noise. You found yourself glad for the railing as the ship's movements threw you around a bit. The Doctor seemed unfazed by that, continuing to pilot the ship.

Finally, the TARDIS came to a stop, and you were able to let go.

"Sorry about that," The Doctor said, already moving towards the exit. "Her navigation system can be a bit tricky."

"A warning might have been nice." You jogged to catch up to him, stopping in front of the doors.

The Doctor looked over at you with a smile, "Ready to see the future?"

When he opened the door, your first thought was that it was most definitely not Earth, evidenced by the twin suns in the sky. The buildings looked almost to be made of pure gold, all shining bright where the sun hit them. Dreaming felt like even more of a possibility at the sight of a place so beautiful. "Something amazing: check."

Before The Doctor could say that it wasn't where he meant to bring you, you grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the ship. "What are we waiting for? Let's look around!"

"So..." you began, catching your breath as you slumped down in the chair that you had neglected to notice on your first flight a few hours earlier. The Doctor had just landed the TARDIS somewhere else, but you hadn't asked about that yet. "Do your trips usually end with trouble?"

He leaned against the railing, not quite as worn out as you were after all that running. It wasn't his first rodeo with killer robots. "More or less. Mostly more." He looked down at you with an eyebrow quirked. "Why? Have you changed your mind?"

"No way." You eagerly stood up next to him. "What's next?"

The Doctor didn't hesitate to return to the console and whisk you away again.

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12pt-times-new-roman · 2 months

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There are 5 sets of footsteps and a slithering sound above them. Chetney senses a handful of reilorans, and something vaguely familiar but unrecognizable -- potentially a bormodo.

Telepathic bond is such a good spell, especially for this sneaky-ass b&e-obsessed party. It being a ritual is saving their asses right now

As they open the door to the basement, Laudna sees one of the sasquatch-like people, who is apparently directing a domesticated sand piranha (the source of the slithering sound).

They almost avoid detection, but one of the piranhas runs into Imogen and takes notice of her, starting initiative.

Name a more iconic duo than Laura casting inflict wounds and a natural 1. I'll wait

Fearne turns into one of the piranhas ("slithers") to try and trick the people above into leaving. At this rate, she's gonna be the one who gets separated from the party not because she got captured or anything, but because she doesn't know when the fuck to stop committing to the bit

She succeeds in luring them away, and initiative ends, but now she has to figure out how to get away from them and back to the rest of the group. She brings them to some random guy's door, and when the rest of the slithers burrow, she takes off back to the glassblowing shop.

I'm just realizing that if Keyleth comes to the moon with an army of Ashari, she can use animal shapes and transform all of them into slithers to burrow down into the moon.

They start talking to Zesh about the glass they make into weapons and where it comes from. There are mines for the glass, and glass that comes from deeper down can have magical properties -- the one they demonstrate appears to glow in the presence of Ruidus-born or psychic people. She also agrees to craft a new glass sawblade for FCG!

Most of Ruidus is a bartering society; they don't have currencies, really, and they mostly trade in crafting materials, services, and other such things. Gold and platinum are occasionally useful as a crafting material, and is very rare here. The only renewable resource they have is bone, and they take that from both hunts and their fallen.

Orym buys a shortsword that glows in the presence of Ruidusborn in exchange for some druidcrafted strawberries.

I'm still fascinated by how the day/night cycle works on Ruidus. Like, it makes sense that it would be the same as Exandria's now, because it's tidally locked and directly tethered to the Tishtan site, but what about before?

Fearne uses dispel magic on the silver box they stole from the caravan. Inside, there's something wrapped in black velvet: a beautifully simple hexagonal device with runes and grooves carved into it. It's similar to the things that were making the dispel waves at the Tishtan site, but refined -- arcana and art brought together, something almost wholly alien. It's not perfect, and there are some blemishes on it, like it's old or weathered; it's an incredibly strong piece of abjuration magic, one part of a larger array designed not to protect but to disrupt. It's also very old, and the only other place they've seen runes like this is inside of FCG -- this is a piece of Aeorian technology.

So wait-- the ones at the Tishtan site were unrefined, shoddily constructed, which would suggest that Ludnius was developing them and got better over time. But if these ones are Aeorian technology, then that means that Ludinus created those reconstructions to use at the Tishtan site because he needed the actual ones on Ruidus, so there's a limited supply of them and he can't just make more. Unless that caravan was headed to the bloody bridge from Kreveris, in which case there must be a piece of Aeor on the moon somewhere where these things are coming from. Regardless, it's most definitely tied back to Aeor's factorum malleus, which implies that the dispelling waves at the malleus key weren't just for defensive purposes, they actually had something to do with the construction and function of the key itself.

Ruidian-glass weapons gain a bonus if they're within a certain distance of a psychically-enabled or Ruidusborn creature. They also crit on a roll of 18, 19, or 20, but when you crit you roll 1d6 and on a 6, the blade shatters.

With an arcana check, FCG learns some things about the Aeorian abjuration thingy: it's intended to scramble and disrupt other types of magic, as with dispel magic or counterspell.

The Bells Hells, walking with confidence as Vanguard members, start heading toward the Volition safehouse. As they travel, they see families stargazing, looking up at Exandria.

As they approach the watch tower where they'll try to spot the safehouse, Imogen pretends to be Liliana to get past the guards, and it actually works very well. From there, Laudna spots a little purple flag on a house close to a newly-excavated patch of earth.

There's also a sense that there's a mythos that has been woven amongst the general populace about Liliana. They are almost reverent of Imogen, crowding around to get a look like she's some kind of celebrity.

They reach what looks like the dumping point for an excavated tunnel, with massive piles of earth and rock everywhere and only a handful of buildings with lazy smoke trails. They appear to be digging a new mine of some sort.

They meet Zesh's contact, but they immediately think that Imogen is Liliana and completely shut down in abject fear -- but Imogen convinces them that she isn't her mother, and they are allowed inside to have a conversation.

They are pointed to Rashina of the Golden Hammer and Gaztomo, the current leaders of the Volition. The guardian of the safehouse opens a secret passage for them, and they remove their Vanguard garments before entering.

Upon presenting the head of a reiloran juggernaut, they are allowed passage farther in. They come to a central door -- "well. Either you're telling the truth, or you die tonight. Good luck."

In this central chamber, they are surrounded by more than 30 figures that step out of the darkness. Some look humanoid, some are tall and lanky, some have Reiloran crests or juggernaut physicality or shrike chains, some are dreamers or bormodos -- at least one is a dragonborn. They part, and approaching them is a powerful, stoic reiloran, gaunt but serious, wearing a metal breastplate and burgundy cloak, with a gold-colored hammer on her belt. Her head-crest, tattooed, splits into 3 flower petal-like designs with cold iron chains that hang over her face. As she steps forward, they can feel the reverence that the chamber has for Rashina of the Golden Hammer.

She speaks aloud: "Who among you would you consider to be your leader? Who speaks for you?" (Orym pushes Imogen forward.) "You. You're of her lineage, are you not? You're a Timult?" As soon as Imogen says yes, weapons are drawn, and shimmers of glowing green glass shine from the corners of the chamber. "Tell me what it is you intend before we strike you down and leave you in ashes." Imogen responds: "We want to destroy Ludinus, Otohan Thull, my mother, and everyone who would seek to control the people of Ruidus."

After some further questioning and a persuasion check, Rashina accepts them, allows them to ask questions of the Volition. They follow her through the crowd, and she leads them into a massive chamber: an expanse of open space that is filled with hundreds, more, of bridges, structures, and archways. Carved stone that bind together like a hive, a network of caverns that bleed into a massive, heart-like cityscape. Thousands, tens of thousands, more, people live here -- thousands of little sparkling blue lights like fireflies, lanterns. Structures that spread forever into the dark. This is the heart of Kreveris, this is the city -- there is moving energy, liveliness, like a blood-stream of people and the vibrancy of an entire society. The architecture is similar to Exandria, but changed, a facsimile, remade to fit the materials of Ruidus. Like bits of the history of the world, long-gone into day, put together and made new, made unique. And in the center of it all, there is a singular spire of faintly-glowing Ruidian glass that rises from floor to ceiling like a tree trunk.

Oh I am loving the imagery here -- the idea that Kreveris isn't just a capital city, it's the literal heart of Predathos.

Rashina speaks up. "What we want is inside there -- the five minds who have enslaved us for hundreds of years. That glowing heart of the city: we aim to bring it down."

#critical role #note watches c3 #critical role spoilers #critical role campaign 3 #critical role c3 #critical role liveblog

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keyofradiance · 5 months

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youve heard all about how ive hated change before, time to hear it again!

(honkai ui edition)

really just a post discussing what i like and dont like abt the ui

whys everything so sharp its soooo ugly

restructuring of the main buttons is fine (i will miss you valkyja tho) except for the little “important thing” button it feels off not being next to attack

new supply icon is much weaker

equipment to equip is a weird choice

of course the new elf button is elysia. its nice art tho

i get what theyre doing with the attack button but it looks out of place

the small buttons all look really good actually

the really transparent buttons make them feel smaller even the ones that got larger

dont like the new “click” noise. its like.. wet? i think the old one fit fine

the dark box for the notifs bar amount is super out of place

bar itself is pretty much unchanged so

ill miss the italic writing but i get why it was changed

captain lvl exp bar parts that are unfilled are really hard to see. like it goes all the way to the bp but barely looks that way

the new phone fucking sucks like its literally just a rectangle

the “new!” text is hard to read actually

text is just unnaturally small

old maxed stamina is much better

the orange notifs are abt the same

more hexagons please

the weapon being visible is pretty sick actually

MY FUCKING BRIDGE. ITS GONE. AND REPLACED WITH THE VOID RELATED TO TYPE. IM SO MAD ITS SOOOOOO FUCKING UGLY FREE ME FROM THIS GENSHIN ASS DESIGN

back and home should both have text like serious downgrade

you can click on the type the valk is and see the type chart which is super nice actually

i like the multiple indicators of type in the new character selection considering they replaced the old backgrounds

even more slants/italics killed.. so sad

smaller icons for the select is kinda annoying but i do get it

the outfit/photo/etc buttons being together out is nice

stigmata thing should be bigger its just a lot of blank space thats really ugly

clear guide/tutorial/appreciation mode buttons are really nice

i dont think shes centered anymore

the lack of crystals/coins/stamina bothers me.,you use these to upgrade/get characters why would you remove them

lack of boxes around the skills and battlesuit info is also really ugly

still doesnt seem to have easy access to gear/team plans

#bee buzzes

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mushangaa · 11 months

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Soooooo FINALLY here we are :> My entry for @gemini-forest 's DTIYS! Congrats on all those followers and thank you for hosting this it was very fun to do and the first time for me to do a DTIYS in general so I had an absolute blast! Thank you also for creating wine auntie Michael bc I appreciate him so so much (he is one of my absolute favourites in the fandom) but I also have to say, and make no mistake I say this with the deepest respect I can muster: Fuck those Chains. Like.. srsly fuck, Michael why u do me like that. I have a deep connections to these chains by now, a love-hate relationship if you will. Some might call it a hostage situation. Look, I started with rectangular chains initially and when i was on the last links of sketching these out I came up with the brilliant thought of: "Hey so hexagonals might look dope how about that" And then I redid all of em. And ya know, colouring those, lining, relining and then white lining them... it was a journey. Oh and they glow in the dark bc I might have added some phosphor paint to them so maybe I can dig up some UV lights (I moved recently so everything is in boxes) to show the effect off at some point. I want to take a photo of the drawing in daylight too bc the scanner ate a bit of the colours and depth but all in all I am very happy with it :>

#Coin Toss DTIYS #gemini-forest #rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #artists of tumblr #art #drawing #fanart #havethetouchart #havethetouch

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mail-me-a-snail · 3 months

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(i hope this isn't overstepping in some way but the image came to me and i wanna share so)

clearing my throat

idk if vance would just let anyone dig around in his cyberware and inner workings but i think tiger would be very fascinated by the high tech he's going on in there.. all fancy and packed full with more cyberware most anyone could handle

he may be no ripper or even an expert in netrunning cyberware but you'd have to be a gonkbrain to not recognize the beauty of all this tech

oh no worries you're perfectly fine !! i always love it when people tell me they (or their ocs) wanna dig around in vance's mechanical guts :3

tiger...he's got a soft touch. even with his physical prowess and heft during his and vance's friendly scuffles, there's a gentle side to him. it's cautious; it's especially careful when it comes to machinery.

(gotta be, if you're working on less than preem truck engine's bits and kibble with such big, beaned paws)

trade in a mechanic's tools for a ripper's kit. i think vik would lend tiger his, so long as he brings them back clean.

vance's tattoos conceal the realskinn seams on his torso; even if he had unmarked skin, you'd have a hard time finding the seams just by looking. touch him--gently, of course. notice how goosebumps rise in the wake of your touch. how he watches your every move, not out of fear--but interest.

he's used to being studied; poked; prodded; adjusted.

this soft appraisal...he's not sure how to feel about it yet.

so, keep going; make him forget how to decide.

there's a specific tool in a ripper's kit tiger's gonna need. it's a flat-headed wedge; vik uses to pop open the panels of his patient's cyberware.

wedge it here, in the line where vance's torso ends and his arm socket begins. do the same on the other side. easy now. don't brute force it; it'll open if it's meant to open.

congrats! the front of his torso should pop off now. yes, it should come off--it's gonna look weird. don't think about it too hard.

you have now peeled vance back to the first layer of his machinery.

his biomonitor hums red and organic-like from within his titanium ribcage. his pulmonary implants--which are vaguely lung shaped and black, covered in a white, hexagonal cooling mesh--start rising and falling that much faster.

apart from his mechanical biological necessities, his guts are a mass of thick, red, braided wires; open and occupied ports and free data shard storage units; white biolights blinking almost sleepily; arasaka's name and logo embossed or carved or branded into each individual piece of tech.

if tiger pressed his paw pads against any of those parts, they'd hum, warm, in response.

if tiger ran his fingers up and down the wires that constitute vance's central nervous system, vance would shiver.

the layers of his machinery go two more, up to his spine. tiger would find more wires, lights. vance's cyberdeck, also, a spidery, kitbashed thing comprised of golden microchip lines and little silver messages for arasaka techie eyes only.

he's less than comfortable with people accessing him that deeply, though, so the first layer will have to do for now.

he is a beautiful piece of technology, that much is true. he's top of the line; the be-all-and-end-all of arasaka's dedicated netrunning tech; horrifically unique.

while messing around in there--unplugging shit willy nilly, slotting random shards and cables into his free ports, that sort of thing--is extremely dangerous, a little curiosity would never hurt vance.

if anything' he'd encourage it; he's a big nerd for tech, especially of the netrunning kind. he could go on for hours and hours about efficiency and cyberspace and deep diving (even if he can't do that last one anymore).

if tiger wanted to lean over vance like he was another engine in need of observation, box him in on a ripper's chair, or wherever they're doing this appraisal, if tiger thought his parts beautiful...

keep looking; make him remember how to preen under close examination.

#asks #vance #my writing #OH PLEASE TELL ME IF *IM* OVERSTEPPING NOW #you haunted me with tiger mechanic images so i have to haunt you with this too #i love the eroticism of the machine. snif #WHOOF. mr fag reporting for duty HOORAH

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sincerelyrki · 3 months

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My Carrd tutorial 💗

my carrd

so first i started with a blank canvas, but i deleted the center text

for the background colour/ style i didn’t want it to be white so i just chose a very light pink that was a bit off the white ?? ( #F9E9EC ). i pasted the colour i was going to use for the hearts and then chose a colour on there.

then for the background i chose animated hexagons (under the patterns option) and went to redketchup (a colour picker) and chose the same colour as wonyoungs lips ( #9B384A )

then i edited my page. my style is box, position is center, width is 22, padding for both vertical and horizontal is 0.5, corner rounding is 0.5. My border is the same colour as the hearts, ( #9B384A ), and the width is 2. i added a drop shadow, the colour is the same as the hearts and border. the angle is 0° and the blur is 2°. Then i went to mobile and changed it to manual, with my size being 11.

then i chose container and changed the type to columns, both 50%. next i went under appearances and changed the padding. vertical and horizontal both go to 0.5. I changed corner rounding (under margins) to 0.5 as well. Next i changed my border colour to another colour i chose off the same wonyoung photo ( #7C5655 ), with the width of 2.

Your container will show up stacked in the mobile view if you do not edit the mobile layout. you’ll want to change the mobile to manual, then the layout to default. if you don’t change it to default it could stack it (below is before and after, the after having the default layout rather than the stack). if you’re working on computer it will look like the default layout until you change to the mobile option (the phone option at the top right corner) but for iphone users or whatever it will automatically stack it.

i then chose to add an image (go to the + and choose image) when you go to add a photo it will ask you about cropping but i didn’t crop it, if you press the top square-like option twice it will get rid of the little cropping thing. you can drag the photo and drop it on whichever side you desire. (for my first photo i chose the left side, and for the next i chose right side)

Now you add a text (under the +) you can choose whichever font you want (i chose abril fatface) and the font colour will be the same one we’ve been using (for the hearts, etc). you can make the size of your text however you’d like, for my name i used the side 0.875, for the drop shadow i chose a colour that was similar to the font colour, but way lighter. (i chose #E3274C) i made the angle 245° with the blur at 1.25. i also changed the mobile to manual (do this for like everything).

i used a new text box for every different thing (likes, dislikes, my name, everything) also make sure it’s all centered (under alignment)

For the next text (the highlighted bit) i made it the same font and colour, just changed the size to 0.6, line spacing to 1.5c and gave it the same drop shadow as the text before. to highlight it there is a formation that you follow. this is what it should look like.

For my age and pronouns i used the same font size (0.875) that i used for my name, and same colour (same colour for all the text). for my likes i used the same size as my highlighted text (i luv nicknames) which is 0.5. i decided to underline the song title just to make it stand out a bit more. i followed the same formatting as listed above. see below for reference.

I copied and pasted my likes and just changed the text, same for the dni.

for the quote i wrote i did the same process of changing my container to columns. only difference was that i made my left column 75°. i copied and pasted my name’s text (if you don’t know how to copy and paste, it’s the button beside the trash can). i dragged the text down into my new container and onto the left, larger, column. for the heart you go to the + and choose Icons, it will show you the email option but all you have to do is tally down the options and change the type. i chose the heart (which is 8 down from the email) you can choose whichever icon you want, add as much as you want. i just chose the heart because it looked cute and matched my background. i dragged the icon into the smaller column, the 25% one.

for the next container i didn’t ch abe anything about the container type, i left it a default rather than choosing to do columns again. i inserted my photo, cropping it to the height i wanted. i then added a link, where is also found under the +. when you tally down the links you can change the label and url. then you want to go to appearance. I made the style underlined, the colour and the font the same. the text size is 0.75. and the drop shadow is #E3274C, angle 245°

The next part i only did for every other container (the quote, the tumblr acc container), which is a drop shadow. the drop shadow is the same colour as the one we used for the text dropshadows. ( #E3274C ). the angle is 90°, distance 1.75, blur 2.

for the title (“my tumblr accounts”) I just copied and pasted my pronoun text and dragged it down above my final container .

And finally i went to the + and added a divider, dragging it up to go under my instagram link and above my tumblr title.

OKAY I THINK THATS IT??? pls tell me if you have any questions or whatever. this is a pretty basic carrd, but i think it’s pretty. it seems a bit difficult but i promise its not, for the top and bottom column (my tumblr acc one and intro) you can just copy and paste it, and whatever.

@baevsxii i hope this answers it♡

#sincerelysays!#i thought carrds were so complicated #but then it got a bit easier after i actually started😭#don’t know how to add page breaks or whatever tho #or anything interactive #carrd tutorial #kpop carrd #carrd #carrd inspo

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art-of-mathematics · 11 months

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Hexagon-shaped box made with basic materials

Today I wanted a solution for an easy-to-carry box for my pencils that I can nest into each other (like russian dolls (those wooden box dolls you can insert into each other)).

My solution turned towards this hexagon-shaped box which uses basic Steckverbindungen, cuts and folds.

In the sketch you see solid lines - these need to be cut.

The dashed lines need to be folded.

I reduced the size of my blueprint sketch by 5% and by 10% to have smaller grids.

Then I transferred the three differently sized grids on foil and assembled them:

The first attempt:

This 3-box-assemble is not stable enough, because the foil I used is very thin and too instable. And I made lots of mistakes and was overally very sloppy with crafting.

Yet, overally this works ok. If I improve the previously mentioned aspects this box assemble will work fine.

I might:

- use thicker material

- be more exact with crafting each box

- consider using 3 clamps for additional stability

- improve the Steckverbingungen between the three boxes

I can insert the three foil boxes into each other.

(I might make photos later. but right now I am very sleepy and want to "laze around". )

Perhaps I might write a better-structured post later as well. (once I crafted the improved model)

after all I enjoy the hexagon design - and how well I could use isometric grid paper to draw the pattern for that box.

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x-heesy · 3 months

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𝚂𝚠𝚊𝚐 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝙸𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚢 🇮🇹

Hey

Mixer T, there

I jump on Italian rap like a trampoline

Brother, I've been at it for a while, you scream

She gets wet when I rhyme

To do it better I found the algorithm

The flow weighs one kilo

Like the Migos necklaces

I'll smoke you in one hit

You're a Chilum in the park, I ride it with the widest filter

Then I enter precisely, bro, archery on the sample

When I hear you you're like the wind if I'm turning it around

No, I don't feel like a deaf man sleeping

Bro, I win gold, platinum and silver

With her in the hotel, bro, more stars than Hokuto

I go, straight cash like Coccoluto

Her pussy is Newton's apple

I smoke it whole bro in a minute (wooo!)

We are artists

We seem happy but then we're sad (hey)

We write records (ha!)

These rappers go home then diss us (wooo!)

I have the black box, you a package (ha ha!)

I'm a goal in the final with the heel

With you it's like boxing with the bag

When I hear your music it comes down to me

I don't care if it sounds good or if it sells

We are us and we don't change anything

Emme!

I smoke from morning to night, bro

I'm having dinner with my girlfriend

Crazy panther kitten, bro

Guajira Guantanamera

I'm going up the stream

Brother, no, no, I don't have a dick, I have a propeller

His face white, hungry, anemic

Fievel landing in America

Sometimes, sometimes I inhale such a quantity that I pass out

I watch her ass go, they are so high that it seems like they are going up

You're on a pedal toilet

What a toilet, what a rate, with an ass that looks like a hexagon

Maybe it was better if you remained a bachelor

It's getting late, let's talk, I'm running bro!

I'll take a shot of ice cream, bro

Then I smile at you like a triceratops

Wanted flow machine gun, bro (hey)

Matrix change I'm regenerating it (hey, hey, hey, hey)

Die of envy, yes, you are triggered (seh)

Bad language, the beat is eviscerated

The feat is refined, the drink is mixed

What a fucking life, bro, I was a hermit! (em!)

By work, bro, I'm still a rapper

Even though I'm handsome, I'm an influencer

We are us and we don't change anything

Ouch, ouch, tremble when you hear Lebon on the mic (Lebon on the mic)

Alright, 24/7, all night (all night)

When do you make wheat? Tomorrow (yep)

I'm Jimmy Iovine bro (yep)

Without the styles where do you go? Goodbye

God gave me the flow, he said 'go (go, go, go)

I do not know how

You don't know what

You know it well

That you are not what

You can make foam

You're a soda girl

A slap on the head when you're posing (pshh)

Music is a drug (hey)

And I always have the best one

Moment, moment, moment

I rock anyway and the microphone is off

I sing and you can't hear the accent

And you don't hear the jungle until I turn it on

Well done, take the bulldozers against the blacks and the Vatussi

I swear I can't do it like you do (yeah)

I should sell envelopes at Russian weddings

And be in the red like the Tunes (wooo!)

Life as an artist is sad, especially if you live in Italy

How to get a flat earther pregnant and raise her kids in Australia

It's like a prison, they condemned you

You want an hour of air, but conditioned

Out of the box forever

We are us, we don't change anything (Ah!)

Esagono (Hexagon) (feat. Salmo) by Gemitaiz, MadMan, Salmo @ombrabrontok @luna---zylum @bigbonzo @boanerges20 @faccaldo 🤌🏾🤌🏾🤌🏾

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bismuthupmy · 11 months

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Nothing Hurts | Leon X Luis RE4

Chapter 3 | 3.2k

The story of tragic righteousness where nobody is hurt and everything is perfect. Except nothing is perfect in hell.

A re-imagining of the events of the Resident Evil 4 remake where Luis and Leon get the ending they deserved.

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“Let’s do some business then, eh?”

The mysterious cloaked man led Leon to a table surrounded by odd trinkets and an assortment of weaponry laying atop boxes and crates and debris of the old factory. The man stepped behind the table and held open his cloak revealing long lines of artillery.

“I’ll be your merchant for the foreseeable future. Take a look.”

Leon approached the merchant, taking a look at what he had to offer. The merchant pushed forward a rifle not so subtle.

“I'll give you a deal on this one. Plus a free scope. One time offer, friend.”

Leon thought why not and handed over the pesetas and he fixed the scope onto the rifle. The merchant gladly took his money, counting it and sorting it into a pouch. Leon looked around the area. “Hey, uh, you didn’t see another guy come by here did you?” Leon turned back to the merchant.

“Only way through here is that door you came through, mate. And that was locked.”

The merchant laughed roughly, packing away his merchandise, effectively ignoring Leon now that he had no more money to offer. Leon sighed and moved on. He pocketed some rifle ammo and made his way to another gate. The gate was missing its handle.

“Fuck me,” Leon grumbled following a second path. Any path was a good path right now since he had no clue where the hell he was in relation to when he was last conscious. “Where the hell am I?” Leon eventually found a dead end at the end of the trail. Luckily a ladder was part of the wall so up he went, coming out onto a high platform overlooking a settlement in a valley. A few villagers were lingering around the wooden bridges. Pulling out his rifle, Leon decided it was a good time to try this thing out. He looked through the scope, sweeping the area, taking out villagers as he went. He came across a small tower in the centre of the village. Zooming in, he could see a shiny hexagon shaped plate of metal dangling from it. He very vaguely remembered that the locked gate had a hexagon on it so deciding to just take the chance, he jumped down into the battlefield.

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Shaking off the last of the grabby villagers, Leon ran back towards the wall with the ladder which now had revealed itself as a real shabby portcullis made of scrap metal, shiny hexagon in hand. The merchant was still at his little table, feet kicked up. Leon quickly exchanged some of the treasures, making the merchant very happy, before moving on back to the locked gate.

The hexagon slid easily into place, much to Leons relief, a crank handle sticking out of it which Leon used to manually open the locked gate. Leon heaved the doors behind it open. Up ahead a large tiled roof loomed over the treeline. The forest was less dense here, wherever he was now. He hoped the people from now on were too. As weird as that sounded. Dense as in a lot of them he hoped they were not.

The house was massive upon further inspection. Well, atleast much bigger than the other houses in the village. It was lavishly decorated on the outside; however barrels were hastily thrown against the walls much like how the hunters lodge had looked, weeds twisting through cracks and towering up to the windows. This yard hadn’t seen a gardener in years.

Leon very carefully navigated around the perimeter, spotting multiple bear traps hidden in the overgrown grass. Leon tried the gate across the yard which was conveniently locked as all things seem to be, an odd looking symbol welded to it like the ones he had seen around the village. Surely there was a key somewhere in the house for the gate.

The front door was also just as fancy, large double doors, the wooden planks constructed in a unique pattern. Leon pushed on the door handles, then pulled. The doors were also locked. He didn’t know what he honestly expected.

He rounded to the side of the house to find an unblocked route to a window or something and found a miraculously unlocked side entrance. The house was warmer and clean on the inside, strangely not left in ruins like the rest of the village. Whichever one of those villagers used to own this house must’ve kept in good shape or still lived here. He quietly stepped into the house, noting that all the furniture was well kept and there was fresh fruit in a bowl on the dining table up ahead. Leon opened a door to his left and peeked inside and was immediately grabbed. He yelped and shoved off the villager’s hands and shot him in the head which, at close range, killed him instantly. The small room under the stairs was an old bathroom which, if the smell didn’t clue you in enough, meant Leon just walked in on a zombie taking a shit. It almost made him chuckle. Almost.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” was all he said as he ventured further into the house. The afternoon light illuminated the main room. Leon explored the lower floor not finding much of anything besides a locked cupboard. He moved onto the top floor of the house, hoping to find some sort of clue to the lock. Was this someone else’s house? Yes. Was he technically trespassing and committing theft? Yes. But by god if he didn’t get that cupboard open he was going to go insane. Besides, he needed a key for the gate outside.

The second floor was even more barren of helpful objects, a hallway with one door leading off it which too was locked but with a strange spherical mechanism. Strangely enough there was a clue hidden in a book on the second floor as if the owner has memory issues and can’t remember their own fucking codes. Ridiculous.

The book itself looked like some kind of bible or religious book which vaguely didn’t sit well with him. It wasn any religion he had heard of but he wasn’t going to judge in the end.The cupboard opened and inside was a crystal ball amongst other mundane objects. A lot of effort just to get the key to your bedroom, in Leon’s opinion.

Spinning the marble around in his hands, Leon made his way back towards the stairs. Gurgling noises came from behind the staircase and Leon swore under his breath pulling out his gun again. The man from earlier, with half his head blown off, came stumbling out from the hallway but was immediately taken down again by Leons beloved handgun.

“Jesus, I said I was sorry.”

The crystal marble easily slipped into the door on the second floor. And so begun the period of awkwardly leaning over to see whatever the fuck orientation the marble was supposed to sit in the door. It took longer than Leon would like to admit.

The bedroom was just as lavish as the rest of the house but had more of a thick layer of dust. He searched through side tables, purposefully ignoring what looked like a shrine on one of the side tables, until he eventually pulled open a drawer which contained a key with the same shape as the symbol on the gate. Finally having what he came for he set out for the exit.

Large, heavy footsteps approached the bedroom sending a chill down Leon’s spine before that very large man from the lakeside basement blocked the doorway, cornering Leon in the bedroom. He pulled out his gun but none of his shots phased the giant and he was sent flying across the room from one kick. He reached for his gun which he dropped but he was quickly stepped on before he could grab it and hoisted up by the neck into the air. He grabbed and scratched at the hand that was around his neck as he was raised into the sunlight, the man’s eyes staring into his own menacingly.

“Your blood has accepted the gift,” he muttered as Leon kicked and squirmed in his grasp, mind beginning to itch on the side of fuzzy.

Absently, to the side, Leon heard the sound of gunshots before he was flung once again, landing against the frame at the end of the bed. He coughed and choked trying to get oxygen back to his brain, stumbling back onto his feet and watching as the man left. What the fuck?

“Gift? In my blood?”

At that moment, Hunnigan decided to patch through, the ringing from his earpiece piercing through his head. Perfect timing. The sarcasm was real.

“Roost to Condor One. I’ve got that intel you requested on Luis Serra. It seems he used to be a researcher for Umbrella.”

“Umbrella?” Leon croaked, his vocal cords getting used to not being squeezed, heading back out of the bedroom. “I should’ve left him in that bag to rot.”

Hunnigan laughed as if she didn’t believe Leon could have done that if he tried, “I’m sending you the details. Take a look, but Baby Eagle is your priority.”

“Copy that. Making my way to the church. Condor One out.”

Leon contemplated his meeting with Luis, walking down the stairs. Surely would’ve been better for humanity if he had stayed in that sack in the basement but Leon knew he really wouldn't, couldn't have left him there. Leon exited the house, opening the doors to the sounds of whimpering. In the yard, caught in one of the bear traps was a wolf, struggling at the claws clamped tightly around its ankle.

“You too huh?” Leon sighed as he approached, kneeling down behind the wolf just in case. “You’re not gonna turn around and bite me are you?”

He grasped the claws of the bear trap and pushed down just enough so that the wolf could pull it leg free. The wolf looked back at Leon as if acknowledging him before scampering off into the bushes.

“Take care of yourself, buddy.”

Leon unlocked the yard gate under the purpling sunset, following down the path, drawing back the lock and pushing through another one of those heavy wooden gates around the village. He emerged at the other end of the village centre, finally getting his bearings on his location. He heard growling from around the corner of the buildings and as he got closer, gun held up, a black wolf lunged out of the shadows, mutated jaw snapping at him. A quick reflex and a bullet to the head, the wolf was shot out of the air, Leon quickly swooping in to roundhouse kick it dead.

He pushed further into the village and a loud explosion stopped him in his tracks. The large bell tower crumbled at the base and fell over, blocking off the direct path to the other side of the village square, which conveniently was where he needed to go.

“What!?”

Frustrated and increasingly perplexed, Leon navigated around the village, fighting off a couple more mutated wolves and ended up on the other side, in front of the town hall. That building where the villagers had all retreated to earlier that morning had the same insignia attached to the door. Leon slipped the key into the lock on the door and passed through the town hall. A large skull, much much bigger than a humans, sat atop a table in the side room. Leon decided to ignore it. The merchant greeted him as he came out the other side.

“Hello, Stranger! End up finding who you were looking for?”

Leon immediately was set on edge. How did the merchant know…

“How’d you know about Baby Eagle?”

“Baby Eagle? That what you’re calling him? Ha ha, you’re not too subtle, friend.”

Right. He’d asked about Luis last time. Leon shook his head at the merchant's scruffy giggling.

“Looking for a young girl. Not that other guy,” Leon felt like he needed to clarify. Not like there were many sane people for the merchant to tattle to about his mission anyway. The merchant still snickered.

“Ah, right. Anyways, I got some new items that might interest you. Care to take a look?”

Leon shrugged and got to business, selling various stolen items in return for repairs and upgrades. The merchant was for sure underpaying him for the treasures he’d collected but in a place like this there wasn’t room to complain. Leon left with a wave from the merchant and continued onwards.

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Up ahead Leon found the church. The whole place was tightly locked up. Suspiciously tightly locked up. Ashley must still be shut up inside. Luis’ info had been correct then. He patched through to Hunnigan for the update.

“Condor One to Roost. The church is sealed up.”

“And Baby Eagle?”

Leon rounded the side of the old building, noting every detail, not finding a single alternative entrance to the front door, “Negative, nothing yet. But they sure do have this place locked up tight.”

“I see. I can think of one reason they’d want to do so.”

“Oh she’s here, thats for sure. I’ll find a way in. Condor One out.”

The wooden gate to the side of the church didn’t budge so Leon entered a small store room on the side of the church. There was a picture of Ashley tied up on the table confirming that she must be in there. On the far wall, next to a trap door, was a map detailing the location of the key to the church. They made this information too easy. He refrained from commenting on the journey to get there, however.

Leon descended through the trap door and followed a makeshift tunnel out to the other side of the gate, quickly unlocking it for later. The path he turned onto had a sign labeling the route to the lake. Passing by your average group of villagers, Leon ran through a weirdly open area, a very large hammer abandoned off to the side, and he didn’t refrain from commenting on this one.

“Good luck finding someone big enough to use this thing.”

Passing the arena and into an underground boathouse, Leon met the merchant again, the merchant settled there at a small counter giving him a wave as he passed. Leon made it to a small dock on the lake just outside.

The place was weirdly serene, the sound of the lake water gently lapping at the docks, the sun dipping towards the tree line. Rumbling in the distance caught his attention and he turned his gaze to the centre of the lake where a speed boat with two villagers stopped. Leon pulled out his binoculars, watching as the two villagers hoisted up a man, dumped him into the lake, and sped off. Was that one of the police officers? The water around the dead body began to ripple and suddenly a giant overgrown looking tadpole leaped out of the water and swallowed the body whole.

“What the hell was that?”

Besides the obvious problem with Leon's route across the lake, there was a boat house on the other side which marked his next destination. He also took a look at the castle above the lake, the massive building looking rather magnificent actually.

Leon dropped his binoculars and headed down to the docks. Leon trusted the old wood to hold his weight as he inspected the boat left there. There was a stack of fishing harpoons tucked away but the fuel was empty. Groaning, Leon explored the area, finding a note revealing the location of spare fuel in the fish farm. Assuming that the only other path that he hadn't taken over here led to the fish farm, Leon followed the decking, clearly having too much trust in the wooden walkways as he promptly fell through. Hearing the alerted cries of villagers, Leon sighed.

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He ran past the pursuing villagers, boat fuel tucked under his arm.

“I don't have time for this.”

A bull headed man chased him and swung for his head but Leon jumped back down for the returning platform, out of the villagers’ reach. The boat fuel was thankfully left in a shed as described and Leon made it back to the boat with not too many scratches. He filled up the boat’s motor and jumped in, setting course for the boat house across the lake.

About halfway across the lake, the motor sputtered, burning out, causing the boat to slow to a stop in the middle of the lake. Leon pulled at the motor to try and get it up and running again before something nudged the bottom of the boat, jolting him to the side. The lake was quiet, eerily so considering that a giant unseen monster was circling him at that moment. The only warning he got was the rapidly approaching wave of upset water that sped towards him.

The lake monster leaped out of the water, and over the boat, narrowly missing it. Leon managed to take up one of the harpoons in an instant and lodged it in the head of the beast. There was silence again until the boat jolted forward, the monster dragging it through the water. The ride was bumpy, the monster jerking from side to side. Leon pulled himself together, grabbing another harpoon and chucking it at the monster's head where the other one was seated. This got the monster's attention and it submerged itself, popping up on the other side of the boat, gliding, mouth open towards him. Another well-timed harpoon was thrown right into the monster's throat. It wailed, diving under the boat before picking up where it left off, dragging the boat around the lake.

Leon threw the harpoons at it, trying to lodge one deep enough to kill it. His last toss must’ve hurt more as the lake monster roared and dove beneath the surface again. It didn’t resurface for a while. Surely it had died. Surely that was it. He was on one harpoon now. Leon sat back on the boat, eyes scanning the lake, still alert. He turned around just as the monster swam right for the boat, mouth wide open again, angry. Leon nearly missed the last harpoon, snatching it up but just a second too late. The monster brought its jaws together around the boat and Leon, ready for its second meal. Leon braced himself for the impact, the harpoon held above his head as the monster bit down. Its jaws never touched, however, as the force of the bite impaled its top jaw on the harpoon, digging into its brain. The monster became dead weight, dropping into the side of the boat, nearly causing it to capsize, Leon jumping backwards to get it to steady. Blood pooled around the surface of the lake, turning the water crimson rather than brown from mud. The lake monster was finally dead.

Leon dropped to his knees in the boat, heart pounding in his chest and his ears as he felt a tingling sensation deep in his throat. He doubled over suddenly, one hand gripping the edge of the bought, one covering his mouth as he coughed up a mouthful of blood over the side of the boat. His ears rang, eyes widening at the blood on his hand, slipping backwards and collapsing in the centre of the boat.

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Things from here are going to pretty much diverge a little bit from the actual story so now I can start to get creative >:)

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#leon kennedy #luis serra #ashley graham #leon x luis #reimagined #canon divergence #hurt/comfort #angst #romance #slow burn #gayyyy #fanfic #fanfiction #resident evil 4 #re4 remake #resident evil #serrenedy

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silverior968 · 2 years

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Decided to make some last minute alterations and clarifications to my Across A Dark Plain designs before I get so far into animating it that I can’t change anything anymore. I also just wanted new drawings of the designs because the old ones were really starting to fall behind. Long post ahead.

[Image ID: Digital drawings of Skulduggery Pleasant, Ghastly Bespoke and Erskine Ravel in cowboy-esque clothes. Skulduggery has the following design notes: Skulduggery Pleasant, Triangle based design= unpredictability. Lots of sharp angles. Mostly very dark colors. Jacket is reminiscent of the Necromancers’ robes. Ghastly has the following design notes: Ghastly Bespoke, square based design=stability. Boxer’s body type (canonly knows boxing and does it frequently). No waving fabrics, very sensible. Hat has a ribbon to show his affinity for sewing and fashion. Erskine has the following design notes: Erskine Ravel, hexagon based design=deception. Less visibly muscular than his friends, relies more on talking and charming his way out of trouble. Theatre kid energy. Very pretty, has an old Hollywood type face. /. End ID]

These designs mostly stayed the same, with minor changes, like changing Ghastly’s color palette slightly and removing clutter from Skulduggery’s design.

[Image ID: A digital drawing of Saracen Rue, Dexter Vex and Hopeless in cowboy-esque outfits. Saracen has the following design notes: Saracen Rue, rounded square based design= reliable, approachable. Has that effortless charm about him. Matching bandoliers with Dexter. Soft edges, friendly. Dexter Vex has the following design notes: Dexter Vex, triangle based design= sharp and athletic. Athletic in a similar way to popular actors. The most normal of the Dead Men. Matching bandoliers with Saracen. Hopeless has the following design notes: Hopeless, rectangle based design=stoic. Silent and observant. His eyes are always in shadow to show how little we know of him. /. End ID]

These designs stayed pretty similar too, except for some color balance changes and de-cluttering Saracen’s design. Saracen and Dexter are both described as being very popular with, well, everyone, so I tried to make them both very non-threatening and friendly looking, since I’ve heard that people find non-threatening men attractive. Hopeless remains the coolest person in town, their design was my favorite out of the original ones.

[Image ID: A digital drawing of Anton Shudder and his gist in cowboy-esque outfits. It also includes a headshot of Anton with his hair down, looking tired. Anton has the following design notes: Anton Shudder, trapezoid based design= balance of stability + instability. The Dark Plain design has less scars than my regular design for him for animation friendliness. Subdued expressions. After using his gist he gains eyebags and doesn’t tie up his hair to show that he is still feeling the after effects of the gist. Described as muscular, has a competitive swimmer’s bodytype. Always a bit tense, doubly so after using his gist. His vest has a low neckline and his shirt is fastened with hook & eye latches for easier unfastening necessary to use the gist. The gist has the following design notes: Anton Shudder’s gist. Similar design to Anton, except with more sharp angles. Moves fast and erratic, like a kite in a windstorm. “A twisting stream of light and dark” connects it to Anton. /. End ID]

Anton, and by extension the gist got a few design changes. I gave him a closed but very low vest instead of the open one because that one coupled with his height, long hair strands by his face and hat made him look a bit too much like Goofy. I also added some details that will show up later on in the animation, like how his ponytail falls apart during the zombie fight and he doesn't tie it back up and how he gets eyebags.

[Image ID: A digital drawing of Noche, Nefarian Serpine and Solomon Wreath in a plague doctor -esque robe, a long black coat and a jacket and vest -suit respectively. Noche has the following design notes: Noche, oval based design =young and out of his depth. Not much is known about him, but my interpretation is that he is very young and wishes in vain for the acceptance of the rest of the Necromancers. Standard Necromancer robe, inspired by plague doctors. His powers are bound to the staff. Staff made of driftwood. Serpine has the following design notes: Nefarian Serpine, triangle based design=danger. Disheveled from being on the run. He's scary now but even scarier when not tired and in his depth. Glove in right hand because of red right hand's death rays. Solomon has the following design notes: Solomon Wreath, rounded triangle based design= smooth, always has his own thing going on. Outfit is more of a modern plague doctor outfit. Outfit has lots of flare. Magic is bound to cane. Super smug and arrogant, has the upper hand and knows it. /. End ID]

These design stayed mostly the same as well to be honest. Not much to say about them to be honest, I added Solomon's cane and my backstory ideas for Noche. To me he reads like a fresh adult who used to be a child prodigy but didn't end up being the death bringer so he was cast aside because people thought he was annoying or something. I like to think the run in with the Dead Men was his wake-up call to find a new place to be where people appreciate him for who he is.

And that is it I'm pretty sure!

#skulduggery pleasant #fanart #across a dark plain animation #ghastly bespoke #erskine ravel #saracen rue #dexter vex #hopeless #anton shudder #noche sp #nefarian serpine #solomon wreath #cw firearms

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azurewishing · 2 months

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Descent

Part 2 of the Resonance AU. This time it's in coldie's perspective as it deals with the countdown of frigil's awakening

Nevi- Cold epic wubbox

Eden- Plant epic wubbox

Rey- Rare wubbox

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It only began a few months ago. Only a few months ago, Nevi learned that the colossals will wake up soon. Only a few months ago did it learn that its worst friend is still out there. And only a few months ago did Nevi begin to walk a path of further anxiety.

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At first, Nevi didn’t think anything about it. It didn’t want to think anything about it. It did everything it could to stop thinking about it, from doing its favorite activities to sleeping to talking to anyone, anything at all.

But it didn’t work.

Now, it’s been laying in bed all day, swallowing its fears.

Just pretend you didn’t learn anything, and go on with the rest of your day. Simple as that.

It got up, and went outside.

Don’t think about it. Pretend they don’t exist.

Pretend, and you’ll be happy.

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A light filled its chest. It wasn’t really that warm though. Maybe it’s because it’s perpetually cold. Well, it was minor enough that Nevi didn’t really care.

What it does care about is finding what lies hidden in the snow.

It’s a favorite hobby of its. Dig, find treasure and eat any delicious looking snow it finds. A really fun time.

Today’s discovery ended in success. It found a light blue crystal, in a hexagonal shape. How interesting!

“Ah, how amazing! It looks just like me, and that makes it even more grander!”

It admired the gem, noting how unusually clear it is. As it holds it, it brought it close to its chest for a moment, and it felt a strong wave of heat.

“Mm-!” It winced, and nearly dropped the crystal. It managed to catch it, though.

Nevi noticed that when it brings the crystal close to its core, a wave of warmth courses through its body ”Too warm…” it mutters to itself. When it brings the crystal away, the wave stops.

“Hmm, how strange… just like myself. Hehe!” It doesn’t think anything of it, and opens a portal to go to its room.

There, it brings out a box under its bed of all the blue gems its collected, and puts its recent find inside.

When it opened the box, however, it felt a very intense heat coursing through its body. It winced and closed the box. It takes a moment to take deep breaths.

“Ugh… what was that? Never happened before to me. So unfair.”

It decided to put the gem it found on its dresser, but decently away from it.

Nevi starts to worry about the light it feels now. It only began recently, when it learned that they’ll soon be awakened. Could it be a sign?

No.

It couldn’t be. It severed all ties to them.

Yeah, it couldn’t be…

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Today is a boring day. There’s a snowstorm outside. Despite Nevi’s love for inconveniencing people and snow, it did not like it when itself was inconvenienced.

With nothing else to do, it decided to entertain itself with its own thoughts.

First, it thought about Evergreen. ‘I wish Eva is okay… Even though I bother it a lot, I really do care for it. I know it holds of hatred towards its own colossal, so with this… Yeah, I hope it’s okay. It most likely is- after all, it’s much stronger than myself, and it has its two little siblings.’

Then, its mind wandered to Wubbox and Rey. ‘Speaking of those two… what’s their problem? Both of them have accidentally hit me when I failed to scare them. Am I that worthy of being hit by you two?! Ha! I’m a powerful prince, for creator’s sake! You should respect me!’

And like how this usually ends, it thinks about itself. ‘Heh. I’m sooo cool and fearless. I’m the best of this family. Weehehe~’

It grew tired as sleepiness crept upon it. Eventually it fell asleep, and had a strange dream.

…

The dream took place in the past. In the caves, where it used to call home.

There, sitting on the floor, was its younger self. Pink eyes and navy blue electricity, and a tired expression on its face. Even then it was smiling, talking happily to… someone. Nevi watches the conversation.

“You know, when I’m able to control my powers, I’ll give myself big wings,” it said to its invisible partner.

“Oh? And what will you do with them?” they asked, curious.

The voice was familiar. Slightly saddened, quiet and high pitched. An anxiety washes over Nevi.

“I’ll fly out of here. And I’ll bring all my friends- no, everyone. I’ll bring everyone out of here. We’ll start a new life on the surface, no matter how hard it’ll be.”

A voice of determination and hope. Its younger self seemed very happy.

“Hmm… that seems nice. But you should really start paying attention to me, you know… Even if I’m your teacher, I am still your friend, and aren’t friends supposed to listen to each other? You’re not acting fairly…” they responded, seeming sad. They were going to go on about how it payed attention to the other residents of the cave, but it quickly stopped them.

“Okay, I know, Frigil. No need to be so clingy,” it teased.

“I-I’m not clingy!” Frigil defended themself, almost immediately, “I just haven’t had a friend in millenia! Is that so bad for me to wish, Carmen?” They were in a slight panic.

At hearing the names Frigil and Carmen, Nevi felt a sting of pain and sorrow.

“Haha, I was just kidding. I’ll listen to ya. I’ve nothing better to do anyways.”

No. No, no, no. Stop saying that.

“Really? Oh, I’m so happy to hear you say that! We’ll be friends forever!!”

Glass shatters, and it wakes up.

“…”

A sorrowful dream.

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There’s a forest that surrounds the island where Nevi likes to hang out. It went there for any sembalance of comfort, if something like that even exists anymore.

It was just wandering until it saw a strange person with a black parasol. The epic wubbox began to sneak up on it, in order to surprise them. The more it got close to this person, the more certain traits began to stick out.

Long horns, a wooden body, and green electricity…

“Eva? You’re really okay?!”Nevi called out to its cousin in surprise.

Evergreen turned around at the sight of Nevi. It was then it noticed its appearance. Black leaves, a black rose blocking its left eye, and its right eye being bright yellow instead of the bright blue it once had.

“Hello, Nevi. Have you been well?”

A seemingly innocent question, but something was wrong with it. The way it smiled seemed to have a hint of malice.

Nevi brushed it off, not wanting to panic even more than it already is. “Who… are you? You’re not Eva.”

“That is right, I am not Eva anymore. My name is Eden. But no matter; I have something important to talk to you about,” Eden replied, with a small smile on its face.

“What do you mean ‘anymore’? What happened to you…?” Nevi asked, but it went unanswered. Instead, Eden walked up to its cousin, staring down into its eyes, and put a hand upon its cheek.

Nevi recognized the color of that eye. It was Eden’s colossal’s eye color. A shiver run down its spine. Did they do something to its cousin?

“Do you know how to grow into a better person? I do. You’ll soon learn, too. You will be put on the correct path soon enough,” it spoke calmly, but with an implied excitement. “Just as how our lord Grennitch helped me become the best version of myself, your old mentor Frigil shall do so, too.”

“Don’t talk to me about them. You don’t know anything about them or what they’ve done to me,” Nevi snapped at the mention of Frigil, speaking in a cold and sharp way.

“Oh, but I do. You see, I did a lot of research before coming here. I know how dangerous they are, and I understand how you may feel threatened by them. But, I think they didn’t mean to hurt you. Perhaps they were in a bad mood that day.”

“I’m not going to listen to your nonsense. You don’t know me, you don’t know them and you’ll never will. Leave me alone.”

Nevi began to walk away. It was tired of hearing this stranger in its cousin’s body talk about things it never experienced.

As it walked, it heard Eden saying, “If you say so”, or something similar, but it ignored its cousin. Nevi walked back all the way to its room in the castle.

---

As Nevi laid down in its big fancy bed, it thought about that encounter.

What happened to Eva? Why did it look like that? And its eyes….

“Will that happen to me too?”

A scary thought, but a likely one. It didn’t want to admit that last part though.

At the same time, Nevi did break all contact with Frigil. Maybe it was safe?

“Right, I’ve nothing to fear. I’m safe from that old hag. I’m stronger now!!” Nevi sprang up in triumph, and looked out the window.

… Why is it foggy now?

“Strange weather we’re having, huh…” it commented. “Well, that fake tree’s probably gone, so I’m able to roam around now.”

"Where are you going?”

---

A voice.

A soft, shy voice.

The epic wubbox stopped dead in its tracks.

“Who said that?”

It looked around its room to find the owner of that voice.

“Oh, can you not see me…?” The voice asked politely.

“No… nononono no this can’t be happening. I blocked you out. How are you here? WHY are you here?!”

The room swirled with fog enveloping everything. A white void…

“U-um… oh! I think I know how to get you to see me!”

Something came out of the fog. A large white rabbit with a body that is one with a fog, a chest with blue arms sticking out and two light blue eyes.

“Hi, Ca- oh, your name is Nevi now, right? Hi Nevi!!”

It was Frigil.

---

“It’s been such a long time since we last talked; I’ve missed you so much!!” The colossal said with a smile. “I was so sad when you left me all alone. You know we’re best friends, right? There wasn’t any need for you to cut me off like you did.”

“We’re NOT best friends. You know that,” Nevi managed to say.

“Since when…?”

“Ever since that day, when you showed me that vivid memory of the cataclysm.”

“Oh come on, I’ve told you stories about it over and over, and you still remained sane. Why does seeing it in action make any difference?” Frigil’s head tilted, curiously.

“Because seeing monsters dying infront of you is, I don’t know, TRAUMATIC?!”

The epic wubbox was at its limits, way past its limits. Hearing a word from this spirit’s mouth tests it even more. The fact that they don’t realize how messed up they made it… it was unforgivable in Nevi’s eyes.

“And standing in my presence wasn’t? You know how I’m able to drive people to insanity by a few days of just standing next to me. If you were able to sustain that, then I have no idea how that was your breaking point. So stop saying that. It doesn’t make sense to me.”

Frigil wasn’t understanding, and Nevi wasn’t in the mood of entertaining them.

Never again would a colossal hurt it, or its family.

“Listen, bucko,” Nevi managed to spit out. “I’m not gonna spend any more milliseconds being insulted by you. Your friend already hurt dear Eva, and now you’re trying to hurt me. I won’t fall for this ‘cute, sad’ act shit you’re pulling. Buh-bye!”

As fast as it could, the epic wubbox formed a mental barrier, and their meeting ended.

Immediately, Nevi went to sit on its bed, catching its breath. What was that? Why did that happen? It was doing so well, but…

The light in its core that it forgot about was so bright and hot… it felt like it was melting from the inside.

Its surroundings felt fuzzy, and its vision started to blur.

---

Knock knock knock.

“Hey, Nevi, you okay? I heard yelling.”

Someone with a robotic voice was outside. The voice snapped Nevi out of its daydream (if you can call it that).

“Oh… oh, Rey. I’m fine.”

“I can’t hear you, can you let me in?”

Nevi got up and opened the door. Rey looked worried, and took some steps back.

“I said I’m fine. No need to worry about your prince.”

“You don’t sound all that fine. Oh…”

Rey seemed to be looking at something. “What is it, dear Rey? Is there something with me?”

“Oh, nothing, just… your eyes, they’re…”

Its eyes? “What’s with them…?”

“They’re blue now,” Rey finally got to saying.

That’s a strange thing to say. Nevi went to its dresser and looked in the mirror. Its eyes were indeed blue, with a hexagon for a pupil. Just like Frigil’s.

A moment of brief silence, then Rey tried to speak again.

“Um…”

“You can go now, Rey. I need some alone time.”

Nevi’s voice was hollow.

---

As Rey closed the door, Nevi stood in front of the mirror.

Silence overtakes the room, filling it with a slightly oppressive atmosphere.

Tears start to fall, becoming crystalized as they flutter to the ground. At first it was just a few, but then they poured out like a waterfall. Nevi, sniffling, crouched to the ground and hugged itself.

“All I wanted to do… was to be happy. All I wanted was cool powers. I just wanted that… I didn’t ask for this. Not at all…”

It continued to cry for a little bit longer.

Fog, then a hand on its shoulder, then a sweet voice.

“Nevi… you can talk about this to me, okay?”

The colossal.

“Why would I want to talk to you, Frigil? You ruined my life.”

“Why do you keep saying that?” It seems that Frigil still doesn’t understand the weight of their own actions. Maybe they never will. “I haven’t done anything bad, I don’t think."

“Is this the lesson that I’ll learn from you, just like Eden said? That no matter what I do, I can’t ever have true happiness? That I can’t catch a break?” Nevi was barely speaking coherently, choking on sobs and sniffling a lot.

“Huh? I can’t… understand you,” the colossal said, tilting their head.

“…go away. Get away from me. Now,” the epic wubbox finally brought itself to say.

“U-um… but why…?”

“You know why. You know damn well why. Go away… go away…”

Everything went to dark.

---

There is an epic wubbox laying on the floor of its room.

The epic wubbox used to call itself a prince, with an arrogant sneer. But its not smiling right now.

It has a blank expression, its eyes dull.

Something lifted the epic wubbox up to be sitting upright.

“Nevi…” someone said.

“…”

“Um… Nevi?”

“Carmen.”

“Huh?”

“Frigil, call me Carmen. Because that’s who you liked.”

“Um, alright, Carmen…”

The room was misty and hazy. In Carmen’s point of view, everything was enveloped in a shifting swirl of white, white and more white. The only figure visible was the form of the rabbit-like colossal.

Frigil raised its hands and touched the rabbit ears on Carmen’s head.

“I just noticed these… they’re just like mine! Hehe,” they said with a cute laugh. Carmen didn’t budge, its blue eyes staring into space.

“What should we do today…? Should we learn new magic techniques? Or would you rather go on a walk with me?” Frigil asked. The epic wubbox didn’t answer. “Oh, neither? Then what do you want to do instead?”

It seems this will be Carmen’s life now. Being talked at and treated like a doll. Never getting to say what it wants to say, to think what it wants to think. Because thinking is bad. Because thinking brings pain.

Friends don’t bring eachother pain.

So Carmen never says anything.

And the two could not have been happier.

#resonance au #msm #my writing #my singing monsters #msm au #epic wubbox #cold epic wubbox

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Alright so I'm trying to take my mind off of some horrible stuff rn, so I'm gonna theorize some more about Indigo Disk based on some stuff I just learned

Before we go further, keep in mind that Pokémon does mix and blend some myths and folklore around to get a result, so it could be many things

So let's get talking about it

Okay so Terapagos. Pretty obviously our Terastilizing source and the hexagon pokemon mentioned by Heath and the professor.

A few popular theories floating around about it is that it's based on World Turtle mythologies- yes, plural, because it's actually a pretty common mythos found in many Asian religions and even some from Indigenous American religions. Yeah I knew it was mentioned in Hindu, but apparently a lot of people looked at these bad boys and said "yeah that could hold us." It's neat

BUT Terapagos itself is neat in that it's name also references Galapagos Islands, famous for Darwin's study of evolution and also home to Galapagos tortoises.

Could be something, could be nothing.

On a different note, you know how everyone figured out that the Teal Mask legendaries are based Momotaro? There's another Japanese folktale that could bear some significance here.

The Tale of Urashima Taro

I am going to paraphrase, but essentially, a guy some kids messing with a sea turtle. The guy stopped them and helped the turtle back to sea. To thank him, the turtle offered to show him a place called Ryugu-Jo- or as it's known to us, the Dragon Palace, an underwater castle at the bottom of the sea, where Taro met a princess named Otohime, and was welcomed and treated handsomely for several days. After a bit, Taro became homesick and wanted to return home. Otohime gave him a box called the tamatebako, warning him to never open it. When Taro came back to land, he found that 300 years had passed. Everyone he knew and loved had died, and everyone basically thought he sank at sea. Taro opened the box thinking it might help him, only for a puff of smoke to transform him into a feeble old man.

Now let's look at what's represented here:

1. Sea turtle

2. Underwater kingdom

3. Taro is warmly welcomed

Obviously Terapagos is the sea turtle here

The underwater kingdom?

Maybe not so much a kingdom or Dragon Palace, but it is a very fancy underwater school dedicated to battling

And as for the warmly welcomed part: we're exchange students, by this point already Champions of Paldea, and we've met and hung out with Carmine and Kieran in Kitakami- plus given how Pokémon usually is, we're most likely given the welcome wagon.

Now the question is this: given the ending of Urashima Taro, are we to expect something bad to happen to us?

Idk about 300 years passing, but given the history that Heath endured in Area Zero and the madness that eventually took over the professor, it's probably safe to say this turtle may not be so innocent.

Of course, there's another theory floating around that also makes sense: Atlantis. Everyone knows Atlantis, especially modern interpretation that it's a lost, ancient civilization home to all sorts of ancient technology. Blueberry Academy most likely could fit this as well- but... maybe also the Dragon Palace.

Think about this: who makes a damn school underwater? I know mine flooded in heavy rain, but we usually tried to AVOID the water, especially water that could lead to thousands of pounds of pressure breaking in and drowning us all. That and the school specializes in battling- why here?

Unless... this facility is looking and preparing for something.

A place? An object?

Maybe Terapagos IS the object and its being kept there- another reason to be out at sea is to hide. After all, how did it leave Area Zero otherwise? Why the secrecy with the name in the books?

Now let's consider this: who would have knowledge of Terapagos? The professor obviously, but they're dead

At least... one of them.

In Violet, Arven's mother left shortly after he was born. In Scarlet it was Turo. In fact, lots of employees left the original professor.

Theory time: the opposite professor took Terapagos to Blueberry Academy to hide it.

We know that the professor invented Tera Orbs about 10 years ago- that means that they had access to Terapagos that recently.

We also know the AI hated the professor's plan and wanted to stop it at all cost.

What if the deadbeat parent came back for Terapagos? Or eas entrusted with it by the AI at some point?

We also know BBA is a fairly recent build in comparison to N/A Academy, which has been around for hundreds of years.

My theory is that the opposite professor had the school made- or maybe was hired into it- in order to hide Terapagos or use it for their own purposes.

Hell it may not even be the professor. It could be any other of his employees.

Anyway that's enough theorizing. For all we know it's all unrelated and Terapagos just shows up somehow.

#pokemon #pokemon theories #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon indigo disk

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