#Break Anchor

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

Earth’s hottest day ever recorded by human instruments

Better way to phrase this is : top 3 hottest daily average-global-temperatures ever recorded by human instruments were this week.

[spanishskulduggery]

Btw - in Spanish you can say por los jajas and it's like "for the lulz" or "for giggles" etc

Thought everyone should know

[nrc-asteryn-crew]

A never-ending hunger for power that consumes all and leaves naught but despair in its wake. This night, too, shall be embraced in its all-enconpassing maw.

The lights in the auditorium flickered slowly - a sign that most audience members might have taken to mean that the show will resume momentarily.

It wouldn't have been an unreasonable assumption, certainly - after all, the sound of moving rigging could be heard, as well as the (presumably) eager shuffling of actors and crew members behind the scenes.

Of course, the shuffling turned into an argument that began to grow in volume, going from hushed whispers to borderline shouting behind as some sort of conflict unfolded backstage.

As the lights flickered, the movement slowly became more erratic, almost dangerously so. An anguished cry rang out from behind the curtains, and what looked to be ink began to leak from underneath, emitting an acrid scent that filled the room.

The entire room fell into a brief silence as lightbulbs began to burst, covering the room in a pitch black darkness, a sound that only grew into a crescendo as the curtains were struck by an unseen force, sending them hurtling to the ground with a crash.

The auditorium was sent into a panic as students, staff, and guests alike began scrambling about and a shaky voice quickly came over the speakers.

"Attention all guests: Please evacuate the premises immediately. The emergency lights will activate momentarily, so please try to remain calm as you exit- there will be staff members on the scene to redirect you to a safe lo-"

Another crash was heard, followed by another cry.

As the voice on the intercom had stated, though, the emergency lights did indeed flicker on. The salvation from the darkness did not last long, though, before the light was quickly absorbed by something in the darkness.

Those who looked at the stage could, for the briefest moment, see something unfathomably massive hulking about before being enveloped once more in shadows.

( @night-raven-miscellany)

(✨️Its TIIIIIIIMMMEEEEEEEEEEE :3)

Mace had been watching everything. Could connect the dots easily. He'd spotted Duscha, and by proxy the rest of Casimir's family the moment he'd walked in, had been keeping them in his peripherals for the whole show. He'd watched Casimir's father become increasingly more bored and irritated, had seen the rigging fall, paired with the loud scoldings backstage, witnessed Casimir's increasing panic with his very own two eyes.

The moment the lights flickered out, the extremely familiar scent of ink filling his nostrils, he had already lept out of his chair, rushing towards the stage with baited breath.

"Mace, wait-!" A voice shouted, causing him to freeze in place breifly, snapping his head back.

"Backstage. There's bound to still be people there. Help evacuate, just- let me do this. ...Please, Kiki." Is all Mace snapped out, before hoisting himself up onto the stage with ease, avoiding all the debris, squashing down his rising panic and ignoring the ringing in his ears.

He flicked his magic pen out from his pocket, the glowing gem doing little to brighten up the atmosphere around him. Luckily though, the darkness did little to hinder him, having been long acclimated to dark lighting. All that mattered to him now was getting to Casimir.

-

Kiyuu's gaze lingered on what little of Mace's form they could make out, before sighing, and beginning to make their way backstage, feeling around to navigate her way through the room.

She didn't really know how much truth there was to what Mace had said, since realy, they really gathered that all the people backstage would have already evacuated themselves by now, or something of that capacity.

But, nonetheless, following through was least she could do for Mace. If he wanted her out of the way, that was okay. She understood. At least this way, there was a chance she could be even a little bit useful.

Pushing open the doors, she walked through cautiously, peering their head around to see if she could spot anyone.

"U-uhm... Hello..? Is- there anyone here still..?" She called out into the darkness, repressing an anxious shiver.

[abyssal-ilk]

trespasser wedding with sera and my viv/bastien kid (who has been named luciana and nicknamed lucia/lucy/luce!! inspired by @kitkaedatidler who suggested lucienne 🫶!) hits so different with the added tension of lucia being bastien's bastard. in what i have for her so far in terms of lore, bastien's son and lucia's half-brother, laurent, raises lucia's status as a recognized bastard/potential heir as it was bastien's wish before he died, and it causes. so many interpersonal issues for lucia. namely with the fact that since lucia is both inquisitor and has the blood of such a prestigious family, there is a constant pressure from other noble families of orlais to try and form alliances through marriage. lucia has no interest in becoming any more involved in orlesian politics than she already is, has no interest in marrying or having children with any of them, and it is a massive strain on her when she's already struggling with everything going on with the inquisition, solas, and the anchor actively trying to kill her.

sera's solution is to, of course, marry her. no bigger way to flip the finger to the entire court of orlais than to have the inquisitor marry an elven fereldan woman who fucks over nobles on a daily basis.

[bienmoreau]

I think why people want the Trojans to get a red card, specifically defending Jean against the ravens, is because it shows the Trojans breaking their moral code to defend Jean, which could be significant, and I think it would introduce an interesting dilemma of how far they are willing to go to protect him from the raven’s toxicity. Idrk tho

I guess I can see that.. maybe.

For me it feels like it undermines something fundamental about who they are (especially who Jeremy is; from what we have so far, how seriously he takes being a role model/showing up as his bast self in public) and how they are presenting Jean with a new world view and reality of how it's possible to be, and how to protect, support and care for others. The idea that the others don't resort to violence to protect each other and still smash the opposition is important. That they don't display violence as a solution means that it is never presented as a possibility that it will one day be used against Jean.

Yes sure the situation of protecting him would be specific (and if it was something like Andrew saving Neil in TKM then even more so). But once they have shown they can and will resort to violence as a reaction that means he is no longer safe with them in the way he was up until that moment.

It also basically nullifies the promise he has made to them by signing the contract and committing to learning to play their way! And the tacit promise Jeremy has made to him to get them to championships by playing their way with him as part of the team!

But that's just my thoughts and maybe my mind will be changed on this (v unlikely ngl). But If that's what Nora decides to have happen in some way I'm sure she'll be able to write it in a way that carries us to that situation meaningfully and believably. It just isn't something I feel is needed at all for this story I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[lalizah]

Liz does NOT want to turn or become a vampire under any circumstances. So when it is forced upon her...

[rollinouttahere-writes]

I wonder if Ace would call up Luffy to be like "Hey Luffy you have a sister now."

The funny part is that they actually already know each other, though Luffy would need to see her face to face to recognize her.

Before Garp dumped Luffy on Dadan, he just brought him to work with him because what else was he supposed to do with the kid? While Garp may approve of training your family to be marines, he thought that Akainu was overdoing it, so he periodically kidnapped Liberty to have impromptu play dates with Luffy. These instances of doing fun things like building sandcastles and racing in the water to see who could swim the fastest make up a large portion of her few positive childhood memories.

I don't have them meeting planned in the fic, but I'll probably do a little spinoff chapter focusing on that.

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

That was an absolutely fascinating read and I'm almost crying imagining being stuck inside of my apartment this vividly and then seeing those hero students turn a would-be massacre around. Or watching the broadcast and posting online cause DO YOU SEE THIS TOO??? Would you consider posting this particular darling as a one shot on ao3? Or the opinion piece? It wouldn't interrupt the story that way but remain accessible.

If I had the time, I’d love to make it its own one shot. Maybe I’ll manage one day. I’d really like to. I have this entire one shot around Mirio getting his license that I’d also like to do if I had time.

I think the part about this backstory that makes it so compelling to me is more the world’s reaction than the fight itself. I just have always been really intrigued by those moments where the world entire world stops to focus on the exact same moment—particularly when they have happy endings, like the Tham Luang cave rescue. I feel like so often this world is prone to apathy. Tragedies happen and no one cares, but sometimes we do. Sometimes everyone cares. Sometimes the entire world gets together and wants to save someone.

They all risked their lives and their licenses because they just loved the people of Yokohama that much. They didn’t have to know them. They needed heroes, so they were going to get them.

But they were all terrified the entire time it was happening. And they all thought they were doing this alone.

And I think there’s a special kind of magic in the idea that they weren’t alone. The entire world held its breath and rooted them on. They loved and were loved in turn.

AfO’s escape and potential return to power was a footnote comparatively. Fuck that guy. Look at what their kids did. Aren’t they spectacular.

[silverskye13]

Had a terrible dream that my DnD character almost died for real forever in our DnD session last night.

....... Wait.

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Emergence happened, so here is a little Sleep Token thing for a change.

Peace doesn't come for free. Peace doesn't come quickly, either. It's a constant battle, a desperate fight to reach the promised bliss, one that goes on until bloodied hands tremble around the hilt of a sword exhausted arms struggled to lift.

And even when peace finally comes, it doesn't last, fleeting moments forcefully torn from the fabric of the universe, only for them to slip through weary fingers.

If it weren't for the coppery taste on his tongue, Vessel could almost believe now is one of those hard-earned moments. His chest hurts too much, though, to let him blind himself to the situation.

The pink flowers swaying with the breeze blurr together slightly. The ones at Vessel's feet are splashed with crimson. He blinks forcefully, one pair of eyes at a time. Is he lightheaded, or is the landscape really shifting slightly ? It doesn't really matter, anyway, since his vision keeps going in and out.

The weight on his shoulders is sudden, unexpected, throws him on the ground immediately, hands and knees digging in damp earth, more scarlet seeping into the soil. The weight gets heavier, more oppressive, as words fill Vessel's mind, a furious whisper dragging him down.

Unworthy. Not enough. Weak. Dissapointing. Replaceable. Alone. Weak. Weak. Weak.

Vessel gasps under the pressure, under a god's unwarranted attack, under its biting words sinking diamond hard teeth in his flesh, tearing him asunder. His fingers scramble for purchase, the metallic tang in his mouth grow stronger, salt mixing with it as six eyes drip anguish all over his face.

Ears ringing, head about to explode, so full next to such an empty heart. But Vessel's hands turned to fists, his shoulders a taunt line. He fights. He grits his teeth and pushes, pushes, pushes, against a force way beyond him, claiming his right to be as he is, prying it from greedy, locked tight jaws. It's a slow, agonising battle of will before he manages to straighten up, on his knees rather than on all fourth.

The pain lights his bones on fire, sings in his veins as the full rage of a god floods his being, not one atom spared. Vessel can't even hear his own panting, but is hyper aware of the fabric of his clothes sticking to his damp skin. He isn't strong enough. He isn't, he can't, he can't-

"Vessel ?"

Everything stops. The agony, the litany of infuriated words, the pressure. It all lifts with a soft calling of his name and the feather-light brush of a blissfully cold palm. Then another. Then another. Three hands, barely touching, just enough to be a presence, easily shrugged off if needed.

Vessel opens eyes he doesn't remember closing.

The flowers aren't one huge entity he can barely make out anymore. One color in thousands different nuances, each individual petal a wonder to be admired. Half crumbled pillars wrapped in delicate vines, a melancolic reminder of past lives. A bird, a flamingo, black as the night, blinking back at Vessel, its wings folded, no urgency in its slow stroll.

This place is beautiful. Serene. Finally, peace.

Wordlessly, Vessel leans back. Let the cautious touchs become firmer. Let three pairs of arms wrap around him, pull him together, squeeze the shattered pieces of him close until they fuse together again.

Head empty. Heart full.

"Come back to us, Vessel. Come back."

So Vessel does. Exhales as the landscape twists and wraps, fades until nothing is left of its otherwordly beauty. No matter, Vessel knows how to find it again. But for now he is back on creaky floorboards, limbs curled around his body, a lifeline, a safety net.

Three voices whisper, soft, so far from the accusatory wrath of a cruel god, sweet nothings to soothe him. Vessel takes a deep breath. His chest doesn't hurt anymore, he finds no torn flesh there. His blood isn't boiling, only buzzing with pleasant warmth.

A head settles on each of his shoulders, a chin hooks on top of Vessel's hood. Oh. Green, gold, white, pink. His cape is different. Pretty.

"We've got you. We've got you, Vessel. You're okay. You are so loved."

Peace.

[wonking-my-cheese]

A small drabble I impulsively (and accidentally) made whilst conversing with Maera!

Enjoy this RC9GN OCs interaction.

Teri Blume belongs to @xelestarlight !

Understanding

Hurt/Comfort, Urami Kuga & Teri Blume, Platonic Affection

Both of them were just tired from the aftermath of the recent fight, thankfully the art of healing is able to heal the woods from the attack. However, mental scars will always stay. The two were conversing in Urami's room, where they decided to take refuge for now. Teri starts to overthink about her parents and legacy while sitting on the bed.

"I love them....so so much. That's why I can't fail. I can't fail them. I can't settle for less despite it all. I can’t indulge in my feelings or else it'll take control of me. Bad things can happen if I lose myself while trying to protect Norrisville..." Teri starts to speak faster, her breathing accelerating. One of her legs bounces restlessly as she sits.

"What if when I lost the battle, they would replace me? Believing that I can't win the war?" She shudders her breath, head in hands as she clutches her hair.

"I will bring dishonour to the family, and cause their hard work to be in ruins. Everything they worked hard for up until this moment, all for naught. I can't let myself be weak, or else the enemy would win...and it would be inglorious of me, and I would be a failure and bring shame to everyone—"

A soft touch as a hand is at her shoulder. She jolts from her position to blurrily see Urami with a concerned face.

"Teri. Can you hear me? Take a deep breath."

..

"Now hold it."

...

"Now exhale, slowly."

..

"Do it again. Breathe in deep..."

"Can you list 5 things you can sense?" Urami speaks up after they repeat the breathing exercise. He is holding her hands with his own, gaze unfaltering.

"...I can see the cat poster. I can feel...the ground..” Teri starts, firmly planting both of her feet onto the floor.

"Very good, three more things."

"I can hear...your voice. And... Your hand in mine.. and...my mouth feels… dry." Teri says before smacking his lips a bit. She makes a face of discomfort.

Urami passes her a water bottle from his bag. She grabs, raising an eyebrow towards him.

"...do you just keep this in your magic purse or something?"

"They call me Mary Poppins." The older boy deadpans.

Teri could only let out a smirk with a suppressed 'snrk'.

"While it's nice that you are taking your job seriously, it's not good if you end up neglecting yourself. You say you don't want your emotions to take control, but by suppressing it, you'll let your inner wound fester."

Urami swipes a thumb as he holds her hand, soothing her.

"I made a mistake of letting it be bottled up as well. The best thing you can do is to talk about it and try not to take too much. You'd think by drowning yourself in work would stop the noises and endless chatter in your end, but in the end they wear you down as well as your body."

He hears Teri sniffling a bit, pulling the side of her to make her lean against his shoulder.

"I know this is important to you, that's why it's okay to let someone in."

Urami hugs her tight, and then his hand patting her back and the other is still holding her.

"Feeling vulnerability and accepting help and care is just as courageous. You don't have to be alone in your journey to uphold the legacy. We're also your family, okay?"

Urami swipes away Teri's tears, his hand stays on her cheek as he kisses her forehead softly. He gives a watery smile towards her.

"We love you, and we'll be there for you every step of the way.”

[gonovozone]

hi, here's some pixel art album covers I've made in the past year and a half or so.

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[pynkhues]

I don't think Louis loved Armand or even seemed to strongly like him after the early stages of their relationship, at least based on what we see on-screen, but I've never quite seen where people are coming from with the idea that Louis was dating Armand solely because he thought that otherwise he and Claudia were in danger from the coven. If that were truly his single motivator, they could have just left Paris? He says "I had you covered" to Claudia, and I think he did feel that his and Armand's relationship guaranteed Claudia's safety, but I don't think that was his entire reason for it (I just don't think the reason had to do with strong feelings for Armand either lol)

I get that, anon. I think it's definitely a space that's left open to personal readings, but just for me, I do think Louis and Armand loved each other, although I don't think they were ever in love. I think they found each other at a time that they both needed someone, and I think that initial attraction and desire was genuine, and that the sort of 'summer love' component to them was a real intimacy that had an expiration date that they both ignored. In that sense, I think in better circumstances, they would've parted ways after a few weeks and been a seasonal love story that they told future friends and lovers with a smile and a hint of nostalgia, but instead they commit and dragged that love through the years until it rot and festered. To me, they were a flash in the pan tossed into the slow cooker, haha.

But yeah, I agree that he and Claudia could've left Paris, especially given Louis at that point has access to Lestat's trust / Magnus' money. I get why they didn't - they're both building lives and relationships - but if anything, I see that as an indicator of the fact that they didn't actually feel that threatened by Armand or the Coven. Claudia had gotten her answers, Louis had fulfilled his promise in helping her find some of those answers, they stay because they want to, and yeah, a part of Louis choosing to commit to Armand is probably a bit about Claudia's security and safety, but they're still both choosing to stay. That doesn't make what happened to them any less a lynching, or any less an utter physical, emotional, personal violation - in many ways to me, it makes it even more of one, which is why I think it's important to acknowledge.

In that sense too, Louis, Claudia, and Lestat all choose and find a freedom in Paris, and Paris would kill them all. That, to me at least, is a part of the tragedy of it all.

[chrswlls]

Personal headcanon that I think is implied a little bit in the game is that you, Alex Winston, have some sort of beef with Patrick Bannon

Like we already know for one Patrick would be anything but kind to other staff, let alone the janitor turned broadcaster out of nowhere

And you know how the Lockdown being Alex's dream kind of reflects their own experiences right?

A lyric from Mr Bear implies that they might've wanted to be a news anchor before being forced to settle as Channel 1's janitor

Perhaps someone like that could be jealous of the fact that someone like Patrick made it on the big screen because nepotism

Also Patrick literally dies in your dream followed with a quote from Jeremy implying spite. "Thank you Patrick for that report! Showing the nation, and more importantly management, just where you belong!" Like damn we really want this guy dead

My personal favorite part of this headcanon though: this challenge room reward

Is this yours? Is this the entirety of Channel 1's? Who knows! But it just happens to be in your room for stress relief

There's also Live and Spooky where canonically, you don't follow the instructions and derrail the show (or else you'd all die). How could you have known the Costume Room was the perfect last stop? Maybe you just wanted to shit on the show and by extension shit on Patrick Bannon

Anyways not to say it's canon because Alex is you and you're whatever you wanna be but you being Patrick's No. 1 Hater isn't super far from canon is all I'm saying

[withahappyrefrain]

As I tell my six year olds, mind your business.

If you have zero proof, don't throw names around. That does nothing to solve things and creates more drama.

Also someone not wanting to speak on drama they have no connection to doesn't mean they did anything

[mla0]

"He doesn't need the whole world to see him or accept him. He just needs his little sister back." YOU REALLY HAD TO HIT ME WITH THAT IN THE TAGS??? /silly I could go on for HOURS about how Patrick just. Takes whatever people say about him. I'm ill about him and Michael and how badly they crave Shauns validation

I KNOWWWWWWW GOD IT MAKES ME SO. RGHHRGHGRHGRHGRGRHGHhgh!hg!g!!!!!!!GHHGH!!!!!! I WANT THEM TO BOND YOUR HONOR IS THAT SUCH A CRIME. IS THAT SUCH A BAD THING . THE COMPLICATED SIBLINGS OF ALL TIME!!!