#mag!c

[piassportjacke]

Pias Jacken

[civicrose]

Happy Star Days, everyone! Hope y'all have a good one!

[spencer-sweets]

this might be a controversial take but...

every time a new vanguard or strategist drops I see motherfuckers up in comment sections talking about how " if you never played tank/ healer before this season I don't want to see you touching [insert new character]" but like as a vanguard/strategist player... weren't we bitching about having to solo heal/tank like a few weeks ago??? yea there's gonna be a learning curve but if it gets new people to do something other than instalock dps I'm not going to complain.

[p-clodius-pulcher]

Well I’m certain the book is good but it’s no Publius Vergilius Maro’s Aeneid so is there even a point really

[wojtekaneko]

While relistening to the final episodes I was overwhelmed with the urge to grab and shake Jon until hes making any sense. So not having any real Jarchivist around I was compelled (haha) to draw it.

bonus Jon closeups (+me)

[mythuzalasheir3]

More Pulp!Severance Drabbles

The first one was the opening scene of season one and this one is the closing scene of season two.

Featuring:

Ahlaam as Mark S

Taavi as Gemma/Ms Casey

Margaret Cavendish as Helly R

~*~

The sirens blared as Ahlaam S and Mr Casey ran through the labyrinthine hallways of Chazira, Inc.'s severed floor, the white tiles blurring together as the lights flashed red.

Ahlaam S led Mr Casey, who was technically was an innie of her outie's husband, through to the exit stairwell, knowing the way from her own trip there and when she had to escort Mags out of there.

They got to the door.

"You need to get out of here. Right now." Ahlaam opened the door for Mr Casey.

Mr Casey stepped through and froze for a moment as he became Taavi Scout again.

"Where?" He turned back to his wife.

"You have gotta go!" Ahlaam S insisted, knowing that Sia was just waiting in the parking lot, alongside Kal.

She shut the door when she heard footsteps coming down the hall.

"Ahlaam?!" Taavi shouted, trying to be heard through the door as Ahlaam S took a few steps away from him, her hands clenched in fists. "Ahlaam! Come on! We need to go! Ahlaam!"

Then from around the corner, Mags C approached, and Ahlaam S froze, letting down her guard.

She heard Taavi pounding his hands against the door, desperately begging for her to come with him, to leave this place behind. 

But Mags C was there. Her Mags, who threw the intercom device at her the day they first met, who she discovered the goats with, who she kissed right before they discovered what their lives were on the outside. Mags who wanted to visit the equator.

And Taavi… Her outie loved Taavi, so much, that the only reason Ahlaam S had been made was to avoid drowning in the grief of losing him. 

Didn't her outie understand? That losing Mags would be just as devastating to her as losing Taavi was? 

Ahlaam could still hear Taavi banging on the door, calling, begging for her to escape with him.

Escaping meant her death, and the death of her only friends. The moment she stepped out of the door, her outie would return and they would never set foot here ever again, meaning she would cease to exist. Not to mention the after effects of all the shit they had pulled most definitely meant that Mags C and Rose H would die too, because it would close down the severed floor, the place they existed.

"Ahlaam." Mags C said gently, her eyes fixed on Ahlaam S.

And Ahlaam S wanted to live, damn it. She didn't want to just march to her death in ther service of her outie's happiness. Her outie brought her back here, day after day, with no consideration for what Ahlaam S wanted. No knowledge of the now-defunct Break Room, their isolation and everything.

Ahlaam didn't even know Taavi, not like her outie did. But she did know Mags C, the way she was stubborn and persistent and demanding and funny and kind and helped her on multiple occasions.

If the severed floor was to be her entire existence, then Ahlaam S had made the most of it, and will continue to do so, even if it's just for another fifteen minutes of existing with the woman she loved.

Taavi's frantic shouts and bangs on the door grew quieter as Ahlaam S took Mags C's hand.

Taavi started to cry as Ahlaam S and Mags C began walking away, which then turned into a run. He watched as his wife ran away, not even ten minutes after they had finally reunited with one another. 

He could not entirely fault Ahlaam, even as his heart tore into pieces anew, as he sobbed, begging her to come with him. 

Her innie had looked at Mags C the way her outie looked at him when they finally reunited, the way they looked at each other on their wedding day, like they were seeing each other for the first time over again.

Of course you'd do whatever you must for that kind of love, even if you were leaving someone else who another part of you loved just as fiercely.

Mags C and Ahlaam S smiled at each other and ran, trying to avoid getting caught, just so they could have some more time together, no matter how brief it will be.

[charbeloved]

Tommy🧸

OKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAY SO

He was like 8/9ish in L'Manburg, right?

He had eat, right?

I havent seen any actual content from lman so once i rewatch toms pov this may change BUT I HC THAT NIKI COOKED HIM A LOT OF THINGS

THAT HC ALSO TRANSFERS OVER TO @ask-hermit-tommy AND THATS WHY SHES PINK FOR CARING IS BECAUSE HE LOOKS UP TO HER SLIGHTLY, EVEN AFTER THE NUKE THING (yet again havent watched, only really saw logsted clips and techno content now that i think about it)

its also why anyone who hermit!tom doesnt know that helps him *cough cough* doc *cough cough* is pink, as thst is the main color i associate with niki and in my au she took care of him before and during the independence war

[fragrantblossoms]

[captainmvf]

Okay so I'm kind of been mad at myself for uploading low-quality art of their refs bc it was posted in a replay but- Behold! Full-res refs of Joe and Mags for the Fossil Fighters x Stex Crossover!

Reposted information:

Currently training for a year for the next nationals race all over the U-S-of-A and racking up first place titles…

Joe WW or ‘Wild Joe’

-Described as very kind-hearted and your textbook definition of a cowboy to all who meet him. He can become friends with just about anyone despite some of his more outlandish traits. -Not many like to be behind him when he’s performing locomotive duties, however, and thus he tends to be more aloof or needs another locomotive with him to even out his wilder chugging. The only one who can even keep up with him is Mags and he’s grown quite close to them because of that. -He was designed and made to be the best diesel champion many years ago but he was unable to find a racing partner due to his ‘wild’ racing style and thus Greaseball was the first diesel champion. Afterwards, he was sent to a different railway owned by the same company that commissioned him in order to work as a locomotive. -During his hiatus from race training he found and adopted an armadillo and named them Sundance. Sundance is a feisty little guy that now doesn’t trust any train he doesn’t know but is overly affectionate with Joe and his racing partner. -Joe even took up mentoring during his hiatus and has been trying to keep the rowdy six youngest rolling stock in their yard up to snuff so nothing goes to chaos while him and his racing partner are out for races. -He’s the yard leader if his yard! It’s tough being away so often and his aloof spirit makes it even harder on him to be a good boss sometimes but he has three lieutenants who look around the yard while he’s gone.

Magnitude ‘Mags’

-Pretty quiet and intimidating on first impressions and a bit hard to open up to but they’re actually quite the friendly and dense/air-headed storage car. He considers Joe his best friend. -Due to his denseness, Mags isn’t great at noticing certain details from other trains and even humans so it’s best to be upfront with him. This can put him in danger sometimes when he fails to notice a dangerous scene or even his own body overheating. -Was built from within a large yard and was originally purposed as a library car. His previous mentor was a short dining car nicknamed ‘Shorty’ and thus he learned how to cook, bake, and navigate through tough/intense situations. -Mags met Joe after coming home from a job on the rails and was offered a demo race with him. He didn’t think of it and passed through the loop only to be met with the immediate offer to be Joe’s racing partner. -Mags being a library car meant he could remember and recite large amounts of information but his crash and following conversation gave him temporary amnesia and some even suspect that made his denseness worse. It took some time for him to get better and he’s improving faster with memory games and even speaking with others. His conversion did make his body feel cramped and the human equivalent of chronic pain at times but he’s at least thankful his racing partner is warm to rest against. -That pickaxe isn’t just for show! Mags uses it to help the humans on their rails to dig up fossils and rocks like the other p. storage cars and carry them back to the yard. Most other p. storage cars only carry boxes of plastered fossils but Mags is one of the few (due to his conversion and past library car-ness) who has a full study in his rolling stock form.

[flossy-sawgaw]

I fucking adore the part with Aoi in the second reactor incident mission because Operator Mirza is a Mag main and Drifter Mirza inherited Mag from them for a while and has a bit of a connection with her, so the idea of them projecting the confidence and power they feel when they're in control of Mag's powers to Aoi to help her in the mission?

Perfect. Beautiful. No notes.

[sesamenom]

played oregon trail w the feanorians (traveled very lightly, brought like 200 pounds of food to start and hunted everything else, picked all the most dangerous routes, etc) and only feanor survived lol

[civicrose]

i need more potato

[shadow0-1]

Melt steel

[negreabsolut]

Merlí s'endú l'infant Artús, per N. C. Wyeth a l'obra The Boy's King Arthur; 1917.

[a-dream-seeking-light]

grimes for cultured mag 2019

[mythuzalasheir3]

I blacked out and this was in my drafts

Who are you?

The voice woke her, as she slowly stretched out.

"Who are you?" She looked up and saw the intercom box in front of her face.

I'm….

"Hello?" She asked, crawling toward the intercom and ignoring the way her mind sort of trailed off when trying to answer the question.

"I'm sorry, I got ahead of myself.” The strange voice on the intercom said, the cheery tone not doing much to assuage her unease. "Hey there, you on the table! Would you mind taking a brief survey?"

The disembodied voice coming from the intercom was extremely weird and creepy.

"Who is this?" She blinked, unintentionally staring directly into the camera.

"Five questions." Creepy Intercom Lady replied, brushing off her question. "I know you're feeling sleepy but this will make you feel right as rain."

The voice can be Creepy Intercom Lady if she won't give her a name to call her by.

She looked around the conference room, feeling trapped in with no windows. Something isn't right… She slowly slid off the table, stumbling as her legs took a second to kick back into gear.

"Who's speaking?" She asked again, making her way over to the door.

She grasped the handle and felt resistance as she tried to open the door.

"Oh, no…" She muttered, frantically trying it again and again.

When she had definitively proven that the door was most sincerely locked, she began to pound on the door angrily, desperate to escape. "Hey! Open the door!"

The intercom crackled and Creepy Intercom Lady spoke again, as concerningly cheery as ever. "I'll be thrilled to chat once you've answered the survey. Shall we start with question one?"

She braced her foot against the door, trying to brute force it open. "I'm not taking your survey.." She muttered, banging and yanking on the door.

Creepy Intercom Lady repeated her question. "Shall we start with question one?"

She groaned, slamming her shoulder repeatedly in the door to get the lock to budge. "Hey!" 

The door remained steadfast, keeping her from whatever else was out there. She tried again. "Let me out!"

"Hey!" No luck. She tried once more. "Open the door!"

She kicked the door, alone, angry and slightly afraid. She was stuck here, wherever 'here' was.

She sighed, knowing that she wasn't getting out any time soon, leaning against the wall next to the door and sliding until she sat down.

There was silence. Eerie, empty silence. Creepy Intercom Lady had shut up and the buzz of the machine itself was silent. There was no one else in the room, just the long table she had woken up on surrounded by about twenty chairs.

She decided to take a moment to think, and assess the plan to escape. The door was well and truly locked and there was no window. So her only option was to wait and hide until someone came in, like a janitor or someone and sneak out then.

There was one major flaw in that idea. She didn't know if anyone would be coming. She was stuck here, alone.

"…Hey?" She asked, out of other options. 

"Hi!” Creepy Intercom Lady said.

"Five questions?"

"Five questions.”

"What do I get at the end?" She sat up a little.

"Depends on your answers."

"Alright."

"Question one. Who are you?"

"That's the first question?" She had to scoff, what an obvious first question. 

"Just a first name will do." Creepy Intercom Lady said. "If you don't know an answer, feel free to just say 'unknown'.”

Why would she need to say that? Her name was…

What was her name, again?

She tried to go back through her memories, but the earliest was Creepy Intercom Lady asking that very same question. 

Who are you?

"What is this?" She asked, fear coursing through her as she stuck closer to the wall, hoping that it would absorb her.

"Alright. Unknown." Creepy Intercom Lady said flatly. "In what US State or Territory were you born?"

Another blank. She didn't even know where she was born.

"Wait—" She protested, needing a second to rack her brain, find any information at all.

"Which state or territory, please.”

She had nothing. No memory of where she grew up, none of it.

"I… don't know."

"Unknown.” Creepy Intercom Lady moved on. "Name any US state or territory."

"Delaware, I guess…" She threw up her hands as Creepy Intercom Lady confirmed her answer.

"What is Mr Lucas' favourite breakfast?”

"What? I don't know that…" She sighed. "Makes no sense."

"I know, right?! Unknown.” Creepy Intercom Lady said. "As a reminder, this is your final question… To the best of your knowledge, what is or was the colour of your mother's eyes?”

She closed her eyes, trying to picture what her own mother looked like, but was met by nothing, no synapses firing off a memory, not even an inkling. 

She opened her eyes wide, startled and creeped out. She had a mother… and even if she didn't, someone would have told her what she looked like… why can't she remember it?

What else can't she remember?

Dread rolled up her spine, making her stiff and pale. "What… What's happening?" She asked, terrified as to what Creepy Intercom Lady wanted for her, her purpose in the room, why she couldn't remember anything before waking up in on the table in the middle of the room.

"Okay, to reiterate, your answers are: Unknown, unknown, Delaware, unknown, and unknown…"

She scarpered backward as she heard the turning of a lock behind her ear.

The door was silent as it opened to reveal a woman in a white blouse and blue skirt, clutching a large binder. As the woman spoke, she realised that this was Creepy Intercom Lady.

"That was a perfect score." Creepy Intercom Lady grinned.