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droshawoluv · 5 months
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NEW #FFXV Vid! Easter Eggs and References >>HERE<<
I need to replay XV a ton before Rebirth is out.
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gentleerzulie · 2 months
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I don't want to go to work. I want to be a lasershooting moonkitty.
Mostly bc I would be more fit an agile, but also bc pew pew pew!
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nucleon-artistry · 8 months
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Thaumcraft moved on from wands in Tc6, so I wanted to do some service to the various 'casting gauntlets' added by it and some of the addons to it.
Casting Gauntlet "A more modern interpretation of Auromantic manipulation tools, the Caster's gauntlet is built off of studies into the nature of vis in its natural, primal state itself, and how best to harness it without exploiting and potentially destroying the natural sources of aura. thus endangering the balance of the local environment. Initial studies into this topic came from the properties of both the sojourner's wand cap, and the amber wand core. The design of the Gauntlet includes an energized amber lens for the drawing in of vis directly from the local environment, while the ergonomic and practical 'glove' design allows for more direct manipulation of vis as if it were an object one could wield. Some would say this is like reinventing the wheel, and they could very well be right. The iron used in its construction is prone to corrosion through extended use, and personally I would not trust a thin sheet of leather to protect me from all matter of spells that these devices can sling. This is a prototype to eventually be replaced." (Do I reaaaally need to say where its from? -.-)
Silver Plated Casting Gauntlet “Building off of the original design, changing out some fittings with more arcanely aligned metals such as gold and silver provides a slight boost in efficiency, and greatly reduces wear and tear from channeling.” (Not based off of anything actually, but I feel this would be a logical next step for base thaumcraft.)
Thaumium Casting Gauntlet “The charged thaumium that makes up this gauntlet’s build has twofold uses, it both allows for a greatly more efficient channeling tool, and a great bludgeon when vis is not so available. Unfortunately, the nature of thaumium means that its channeling ability degrades with wear and tear, though fortunately not nearly as fast as thaumium wands would.” (Based on Thaumic Revelation’s addition to the CG formula. A greatly appreciated addition tbh)
Elarium Casting Gauntlet “This extremely gaudy tool can directly channel psionic energies into more vis, and it greatly improves the users mechanical ability over the tidal forces of this world. Directly applying so much elarium to oneself however can have some damaging effects on the psyche. Just like with Elarium caps, there are much better uses for the substance than this…” (Not really based on anything, I just wanted to expand the repertoire a bit. This one is more worldbuilding than game design)
Alchemist’s Casting Gauntlet “New. Improved. With 30% more alchemy. This gauntlet is perfect for a burgeoning alchemist, with its highly durable materials, heat and chemical resistant lining, as well as inbuilt pipe management tools, it is a great deal! You can even pump certain essentia into it for a variety of boosts to its efficiency, power, or the like.” (Not really based on anything, I just wanted to expand the repertoire a bit.)
Voidseer’s Casting Gauntlet “It was only logical to take the next step from Thaumium, developing a gauntlet made from both voidmetal and shadowmetal would ensure its survivability long after other gauntlets would be worn out. Its Voidmetal build also allows it to draw in aura faster and more efficiently. It even allows for further tinkering, especially with forces of pure vis harvested from the warp itself, colloquially known as Impetus.” (Based on the Voidmetal gauntlet from Thaumic Augmentation.)
NovaCorp™️ Casting Gauntlet “The latest in aural manipulation and the field of aspectual science as a whole, the Casting Gauntlet (sponsored by NovaCorp™️) will revolutionize how you go about your daily lives! By pulling Aura directly out of the local region into its internal reservoir, it will pretty much always* remain charged! Manipulate arcana! Throw fireballs! Open up t̵͎̾ë̶̡͍́̊͝ä̶̟͚́͝ř̷̦̰̔̋s̸͚̘̮̆̕ ̵̉͑̎͜i̵̡̢͑ņ̷͕͗ ̵͇̑̌͘r̸̗͎̜̎̓e̴̩͊ä̶̞͠l̷̖̓́͠i̶͖̼͈̾͌ṱ̷̰̽̓͐ͅỳ̸̜̥͛! Special thanks to our sponsors the Order of Ascension for making it possible to bring such wonderous devices to people like you.  ˢʰᶦᵖᵖᶦⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵃⁿᵈˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶠᵉᵉˢ ᵐᵃʸ ᵃᵖᵖˡʸ. ᴺᵒᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴬᵘʳᵃ ˡᵉᵛᵉˡˢ ᵐᵃʸ ᵇᵉ ᵈʳᵃˢᵗᶦᶜᵃˡˡʸ ᵈᶦᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵃˢᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵃᵐᵒᵘⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵘˢᵃᵍᵉ ᵒʳ ᵉⁿᵛᶦʳᵒⁿᵐᵉⁿᵗ. ᴺᵒᵛᵃᶜᵒʳᵖ™️ ᶦˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ʳᵉˢᵖᵒⁿˢᶦᵇˡᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵉˣᵖᵒˢᵘʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠˡᵘˣ, ᵇᵉᶦⁿᵍˢ ᵇᵉʸᵒⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶜᵒᵐᵖʳᵉʰᵉⁿˢᶦᵒⁿ, ᵒʳ ᶠᵃˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶦⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵗᵉʳⁿᵃˡ ᵛᵒᶦᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʳᵖ. ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃᶜᵗ ᵃ ᵈᵒᶜᵗᵒʳ ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵈᶦᶻᶻʸ, ˢᵉᵉ ᵛᶦˢᶦᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ᵃᵖᵖᵃʳᶦᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ, ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵇᵉᶦⁿᵍ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ/ᵒʳ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ, ᵇᵉᵍᶦⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳᶦᵉⁿᶜᵉ ⁿᵃᵘˢᵉᵃ, ˢᶦᶜᵏⁿᵉˢˢ, ᵛᵒᵐᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᶠˡᵘˣ, ᵒʳ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ.” (Based on a personal headcanon that the Crimson Cult have been making use of these types of gauntlets since TC4. But in AEON they aren't the CC, so /shrug)
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koibish · 1 year
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   Leo pressed the release and took the hit. He felt himself start to fall before he even finished exhaling. It was as if gravity had been switched off, along with all the other tedious, typical constraints of reality. In that moment, he saw the world for what it really was; a vortex of energy, color and light of which humans could only perceive a fraction. The air was alive and zinging with power that few had the opportunity to witness.    Light glimmered and fell around him like rain, but completely without sound. It was warm and weightless as static electricity on his skin. Leo shuddered as he watched it spark between his fingers and up his forearm, setting his hair on end. He let it surge through him like waves in the ocean, intoxicating him with visions of power.     “The only way to win,” he reminded himself with a whisper, “is to make sure everyone else loses.”
Whatever, soon we'll be dead or worse Singing our songs in a blacked out hearse
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whitedragoncoranth · 2 months
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A Strange Raccoon
Doctor Stephen Strange didn't know what to make of the battered, young, anthropomorphic raccoon curled up beneath the Cloak of Levitation. The Sorcerer Supreme, of course, knew that this was no ordinary animal; he wouldn't evict the poor creature from his home, the Sanctum Sanctorum!
Even if he wanted to, the Cloak of Levitation wouldn't allow it; when Stephen approached, the Cloak slowly - so as not to wake the raccoon - curled gently about the animal, swaddling him like a babe. "It's alright, it's alright, I'm not going to hurt him, or throw him out; I would never!" Stephen murmured, soothing the agitated Cloak. The mystical garment slowly unfurled, revealing the raccoon... and the Doctor inside Strange reeled at the battering, the bruises, the wounds, and the utterly horrid cybernetics visible on his shaven back.
"He's going to need some medical attention; I am unsure as to exactly how much," Stephen mused. "After that... well... I can try my hand at being a father figure? Honestly, I've been searching for an apprentice for quite a while, now. This poor fellow was somehow able to find his way here, so he must have magic potential..."
"... Rocket."
Stephen blinked. "Did... did you speak, little one?"
The little raccoon shivered, snuffled, whimpered; then as the Cloak of Levitation curled about him, going all motherly, he answered, "Sire called me numbers... 8-9-P-1-3... but I'm Rocket! P-Please... it hurts... hurts! Cloak talks in my head - you're a doctor, but you're not mean like the white-coats - and she says I can trust you. Please.... hurts, hurts!" The little raccoon couldn't hold it in anymore and sobbed with pain. Without hesitation, Stephen Strange moved, picking up Rocket as gently, delicately, as he could. As the Cloak of Levitation lifted to settle about the strange man's shoulders and cover them both, Rocket looked up at the man in awe. For the second time in his life, he was warm. For the first time in his life, someone was touching, holding him, without causing pain. "Don't worry, little one; everything's going to be alright."
. . .
Much, much later...
"You think you have some worth in and of yourself without me? No! You're an abomination! Nothing more than a step on my path! You freakish little monster! How dare you think you are more, 8-9-P-1-3!" But that was all the High Evolutionary could do--before he could attack Rocket, with thunderous expression on his face, an utterly furious Stephen Strange smashed the man against the wall with mystical energies! "How dare you hurt my son!"
Dressed similarly to his father - in robes of orange with a cyan cloak - Rocket Strange, Technomage Apprentice of the Sorcerer Supreme snarled. His own mystic power shining vermilion in his eyes, dancing orange between his paws, he withdrew a huge magitek weapon from the holster on his belt--a weapon that by all rights should not have fit in there, it was too big!
"The name's Rocket," Subject 89P13 announced. "Rocket Strange. And you're fuckin' dead!" The eye on the clasp of Subject 89P13's cloak opened... There came a whine as the weapon charged... The High Evolutionary's life flashed before his eyes... And then the man knew no more...
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texff14 · 10 months
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"By the twelve, give me a chance to save those I love."
Sharing some throwback pics from an epic RP session. Camil, along with Albertain and their squad, embarked on a daring mission to save her father. And let me tell you, things got intense real quick. Sadly, one of Camil's own family members proved to be ruthless towards the three of them (yep, I said three because it wasn't just Camil's life on the line when she got kidnapped by the death claw).
Also I got inspired by this song while drawing:
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corviddenart · 9 months
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Post twink death Prompto for an au I'm writing with @sonsoflucis
This baby can fit so much trauma
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ffocarchive · 5 months
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anirlon · 5 days
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Some old armor concepts for one of our central characters, the knight errant known as Avro.
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ordinum · 2 months
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man's favoured weapon.
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iamthespineofmybook · 3 months
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So, I've been listening to Trope Talks again (I do that a lot), and I had recently been in a conversation about Harry Potter fanworks, and whether we (the participants in said conversation) still interact with them. And these two things have come together in my head to start formulating Better Wizarding World idea.
So, first off, magic in this setting has no power level kind of thing. One is either magical, non-magical, or anti-magical, and which one it is is purely genetic. The world is mostly the same because all sides of any given conflict had a general mix of all three in each society, though the number of visible magic users would vary depending on the society they were in; you're not gonna say you have magic if the law says people with magic will be killed.
This lends itself retroactively to making magic something that only shows up after puberty, because social pressure caused an evolutionary shift so that only magical people who didn't reveal themselves during the emotional period that is childhood and puberty survived.
The way I've set up the genetic side of things is via three markers: M1, M0, and M-1. If someone's got two M1s, they have magic. If someone has two M-1s, they have antimagic. Everyone else doesn't have either. People who are antimagical are indistinguishable from nonmagical people until they come into contact with magic, whereupon they act like Kamijou Touma of A Certain Magical Index, except it's their whole body, rather than just the right hand, automatically and completely negating all the magic (but still susceptible to secondary effects).
Also, there's a lot more acceptance of queer people in magical groups in part because of magic's ability to let people be who they want to be. Transformation magic helps trans people, but it also is the reason for the legend of werewolves because even Ancient Greece and Ireland and such had furries.
Speaking of transformation, modern science in this world determined that being transformed by magic does not actually alter your genetic structure or how your body reacts to things, so you can transform into your gender, but it won't get rid of your peanut allergy nor will becoming a wolfperson give you a theobromine allergy.
As for the modern era, magic people actually are more visible in part because they can just say they're cosplaying or their videos have really good special effects. It's also not technically a hidden world so much as a low-key world; magic exists in about an eighth or so of the population (not a hard number, I'm still thinking on that one), but it can't do miracles (I should probably think of a maximum power one spell can produce as a hard cap for everyone. No Wandas or Zatannas here). In fact, overdoing it can kill the person doing it.
I also don't really have a plot. I have two ideas: one antimagical person is extremely angry that they can't interact with magic at all and is gathering antimagical followers to fight about it, but that feels too... racism parallel-y for my comfort.
The other idea is a basic slice of life story, it's just that there's magic involved and the protagonist is learning all about it thanks to the surreptitious "does this 16-year-old have magic" test done at school that opens up a whole new world of possibilities for what they can do with their life.
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amoodybun · 1 year
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[10/100]
A cairn Terrier Artificer!
May a person told a young puppo that he would never be an advetuerer, the treasure of storied journies would never be his. Or so they said. Again and again. But he had long decided their words ment nothign when weighed against the fire in his heart- and adventure he would.
All the Dogs so far!
Inprint  | Redbubble  | Ko-Fi
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nucleon-artistry · 8 months
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In every society, the flow of communications is deeply important. In a society built around the arcane, this is no different. Thus, the Bureau of Communications was established in order to facilitate quick and easy transit of mail and small packages across the multi-continental span of the Dominion. When initially developed, the Arcane Mirror was a niche curiosity, useful only for moving small objects from place to place. Its properties as a portal were disappointedly lacking, as living beings that attempted to cross its threshold were subjected to severe warping, burns, and usually outright death. But it was eventually found that objects such as notes or small packages could be sent incredibly vast distances with little to no effort, and this quickly revolutionized the flow of information, governmental organization, and infrastructure development. As mirrors only had one point of attachment, a series of increasingly centralized bureaus would have to be established, full of clerks, administrators, and golems to run and operate them. Each village or collection of villages of over 1,000 persons would be assigned a mirror, an area code, and a regional seal to denote letters from the area.  Towns of over 10,000 residents may have multiple mirror offices using the same a rea code designated to them. Large cities may be split into multiple 'district' sub-codes, and also have 'regional' offices tasked with holding a number of mirrors from across their region's towns and villages to ease burden on the central bureau.  Likewise, the capital of each Duchy in the Dominion would be home to much larger office centers teeming with bureaucrats and coordinators moving mail up and down the ladder.
Arcane Hand Mirrors are almost entirely seen being used by ambassadors, military officers, and the military branch of the Communications bureau, and have less complex bureaucratic ladders attached to them, usually being direct lines to their higher ups.
The prospect of privately owned arcane mirrors is one only the most affluent can enjoy, as they require a lot of power, ample maintenance, and safety precautions to own and operate. The vast majority of mirrors are owned, operated, and manufactured by the Bureau of Communications, who answer only to the Duchy & Empress herself.
The Establishment of the Bureau has been claimed to have stifled development of the communications sector, as the ease of sending mail across continents within a day means things such as the Telegraph or fax machine would be not nearly as necessary or novel as in our world.
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hearsayhorizons · 6 months
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Thinktober 28: Sparkle
When is a door not a door? Far-distant units responded in my feed with the sensation of shrugs. I’d moved to touch a door in this ruined old building and now my arm was gone up to the gunport. That weapon did nothing, and neither did the big energy rifle.
“Sonnet?” There's been some lingual drift. A lot of lingual drift. The person whose name I’m pretty sure is Eena shouted out something else; I tried to yell back reassuringly, but in a tone of don’t-come-this-way. Gasps are multicultural, and I turned to see her at the end of the other hall. She’d stopped just before the mix of blood and fluid.
That was a lot of fluid. That was a lot. I looked down at the jagged stub that should have self-sealed; and if it hadn’t, why hadn’t I noticed the pain, or the liquid? I turned to look at the door. In retrospect, it was much too shiny and new for the area. Obviously a disguised predator. With a local anesthesia?
“Sonnet?” Eena sidled uneasily at the edge of the pool of blood. The floor must be sloped in that direction for some reason; I wondered what was behind the carnivorous door. I spoke again, but it was harder. I moved to step away and things lurched. 
No. I was going foggy and off-balance, sure, but the door tilted toward me out of the frame. Maybe it... smelled the wound? A door with a nose. I staggered back from it; I used the wall for support (hoping they were normal busted-up walls) and tried to avoid sliding in my own fluids.
I made it back to Eena; she clamped her small hands on my arm, but I couldn’t feel that. No idea if the thing could come this far; I towed her with me back the way we’d come in a lurch of nearly-falling until we’d made it through two regular doors. It might have a nose, but I doubted it had thumbs. Then I could fall.
Darkness sparkled in my vision; I hoped that was the only predator in the area, because I was dipping. Eena's silhouette overhead did—something. I felt nothing but smelled burning flesh and plastic. “Thanks,” I said. Water on my face; I felt that. She said something, but even if I understood the language, it was just static.
A secunit going through a cache of old, old pop culture responded just before my involuntary restart:
When it’s a mimic!
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havocpioneer · 1 year
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Circumstantial Elegance
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Lita, Mechanical Engineer by Bartek Fedyczak
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