#shaking machine

[kyotoshakingmachine]

Kyoto Shaking Machine as a sophisticated machine imported from abroad is here to help car owners in Indonesia maintain the condition of their car's undercarriage. With its modern technology, this tool can check every component of a car's undercarriage with precision, including the suspension, wheels and braking system.

[harrows-soup-kitchen]

I think about Harrow and Crux a lot actually and I need to talk about it a little bit or I might scream. because like- Crux sucks right?? we all agree on this, he is an awful, wretched old man who was abjectly abusive to one of two little girls left in his care after the deaths of their primary care takers.

but then his relationship with Harrow in specific makes me insane bc he loved that girl SO MUCH. that was his daughter!!!! maybe even more so than she was Priamhark and Pelleamena’s she was his!!!

and HE KNEW just like they did exactly what had to be done to create her, he watched her grow up reviled by her parents and he looked at that little girl and just… loved her? no questions asked, no morality hang ups, she was worth every sin committed to get her.

because that’s the thing about Crux i think for me, the moment he conceived of Harrow’s existence she was what he was loyal to, not the ninth or the reverend parents or even god just his kid; the rest of the ninth loved Harrow because she was The Reverend Daughter, Crux loved Harrow because she was Harrow. and because she was Harrow she was literally more important than anyone else.

and what does that do to a person? because I can guarantee right now that it was not good for either of them, like at all. Harrow was traumatised, fundamentally hubristic and a literal actual child, with a very confused moral compass, who by age ten had become fully complicit in the abuse of the only other child she had ever met!!! she did not need yet another grown adult enabling her to become worse!!

not to mention that he did abuse his position as the final arbiter of her reality to lie to her on more than one occasion, including but not limited to that one time he deadass killed two whole people for going even slightly against his special little lady (not to mention the several times he seemingly tried to kill Gideon without Harrow noticing)

an idea I see thrown around a lot when discussing the potential kiriona-John dynamic that I think works really well and is also interesting when applied to Harrow and Crux, albeit in a slightly different way is : what if your dad was the worst man in the universe and also literally the only person who really wanted you? how do you contend with that?

ALSO the fact that in Nona we find out that half his grudge with Gideon is that she didn’t die for Harrow!! her parents fear it but Crux is BITTER about it!! he’s so angry that she, in his eyes, has been failing to do right by Harrow her entire life because she could never die right!!

anyway, all this to say I can’t wait to see Harrow try to navigate her grief over Crux’s death in AtN while contending with the fact that he was fundamentally complicit in her continued abuse of Gideon for years and years, which ultimately led to gideons degradation of self and set the groundwork for her sacrificial suicide.

not to mention yet another person she desperately loved dying in a way that is unquestionably in service of her continued existence, unasked for and without giving her a snowflakes chance in hell of saying goodbye. again.

[giselle-boo]

and I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't

[pariahsden]

his babygirl levels are reaching critical

[iwhateveryou]

I've been seeing a lot of excellent takes from enlightened people about the inherent cumplaneness underlying all the svsss ships so I made this to show my appreciation for all these people being Objectively Correct and big brained on my dash. I love you all!

[starlightshadowsworld]

If indie horror games have taught me anything it’s:

-Never fall asleep at your job.

-Do not fuck with anything or anyone associated with the colour purple.

-Your boss is the literal worst.

-Always trust your gut but know even it could be lying to you.

-Never trust a child’s disembodied voice.

-Box stacking is a Sysiphian nightmare.

-Everyone’s a suspect.

-VHS tapes contain the answers for all life’s mysteries.

-The monsters are usually the victims in disguise.

-There will always be time to fish.

-You are not as innocent as you think.

[timelessbian]

NEW EMOTIONAL SUPPORT ALBUM JUST DROPPED

[astral-herald]

hopefully i’m not stealing this joke from anyone

[lollygaggingloser]

Restless Nights (more VAT7K headcanons)

During their travels to the Dark Kingdom, team radical had an unfortunate encounter with a pack of sneeze weasels who wrecked their campsite. In wake of their destruction, the team's sleeping tents were damaged beyond repair.

Thankfully, there's enough material left behind that Varian was able to stitch the pieces up with Nuru's help.

"I didn't realize Corona's Royal Engineer was a tailor," Hugo teased as Varian sewed another patch.

"It's a handy skill," Varian retorted. "One I recommend you pick up. Maybe then, your clothes wouldn't be so drab."

"I'm not taking fasion advice from someone who's current statement piece is a scuffed orange bandana."

Varian ignored Hugo to finish sewing. It was Rapunzel who taught him basic needlework. His stitches weren't straight, but they were strong enough to keep the fabric together.

"I'm done with this section," Nuru announced," but Varian, I think this is barely enough to make one tent."

Varian nodded.

"That's the plan. Those sneeze weasels didn't leave us with enough to rebuild the individual tents. But, there's just enough to build one bigger tent instead. So, until we get to the Dark Kingdom, we'll be sleeping in it together."

"TOGETHER?!" Varian's teammates exclaim; Yong out of excitement, Nuru from surpise, and Hugo in annoyance.

"I know, I know, it's not ideal," Varian continues, looking at Nuru more than Hugo. "But it will only be while we travel to the next trial."

"But that could take weeks," sighed Nuru.

"I think I'll take my chances under the open sky," mumbled Hugo.

"You're more than welcome to," Varian responded, having heard him. "But we are traversing through one of the most dangerous forests and sneeze weasels are the least of our problems."

The first night goes as well as you expect. The four take turns using the tent to change into their nightwear before rolling out their bedrolls in their claimed corners. Yong is the happiest about this development, treating the event as a sleepover than an inconvience. Him and Nuru are the first to knock out for the night. Hugo could easily tell when the two were deep asleep.

He already knew that Yong had a habit of tossing and turning, but now that they were in the same tent, he couldn't save himself from the kid moving over to his bed, shoving, and accidentally kicking him. It took so much willpower for Hugo not to kick and shove Yong back towards his corner of the tent when the kid would flop his limbs onto him throughout the night.

At the very least, Yong was silent with his moving around. Nuru, on the other hand, snored. It wasn't a soft demure snore either that could be ignored. She snored like an old man. Hugo swore he could feel the earth vibrate whenever she breathed in.

When Hugo told Nuru about it the next morning, she was insulted and refused to believe him, insisting that if she really did snore as he 'rudely' accused, the rest of the team would be complaining as well.

To Hugo's irritation, Yong and Varian noted they didn't wake up from any snoring through the night. The blonde couldn't believe he was the only light sleeper in the group, but spending each night huddled in their tent proved to him that when the three were asleep, they were dead to the world until dawn.

And then there was Varian, who did not snore nor moved in his sleep. Instead, their great leader would softly mumble incoherent alchemical equations and compounds as if he were conducting experiments in his dreams. In the beginning, Hugo would try to listen in on Varian's sleeptalk, but none of it ever made sense. One night, Hugo was struggling to get some shut eye when Varian, nestled safe and sound under a blanket, lurched up into a sitting position.

It made Hugo nearly jump, wondering what could have woken him up so quickly.

"mmph...nemkshhh," Varian slurred.

"...what?" Hugo asked him softly. Varian turned to look straight at him. His eyes were open, but the gaze in those eyes was cold and ghastly, as if Varian could see right through Hugo. It was so unnerving that goosebumps formed on the blond's skin.

"...chssh....chhhickems," Varian spoke softly, his voice more coherent.

"Chickens?" Hugo asked, trying to make sense. Varian nodded.

"Wh..where are theeey? Theeey needs sleeps...dad left me...in char-arge."

Hugo couldn't believe it. There was Varian, eyes open, lips moving, and still fully asleep. He considered smacking him awake to get him to stop looking at him with that creepy blue stare. The only thing stopping him was he exhaustion in his body from spending the last few nights getting little sleep. Varian's body slightly swayed as his head turned, searching worriedly for the poultry in his dreams. If he hadn't been scared half to death a second before, Hugo would have laughed at this. But he was too tired. Too annoyed. And just wanted to get some sleep.

"Where-"

"You already put them away," Hugo interrupted. Varian turned his gaze back on him.

"I..did?"

"Yeah, you put them back in the...uh....the hen house, remember?"

"Oh....yes..."

Varian slowly laid back down in bed, his talking subsiding back to soft mumbles. Once he went silent, Hugo sighed.

"Stupid farm boy," he grumbled, shutting his eyes and covering his ears with his pillow to try and fall asleep. "Stupid tent...stupid sneeze weasels..."

When Hugo awoke the next morning, he was alone in the tent. Everyone had woken up before him and was already having breakfast outside. After getting dressed and stepping out of the tent, all three teammates looked at him expectantly.

"Uh..I overslept, huh?" he asked, grabbing some food as they continued to gaze at him. "Why didn't you guys wake me?"

"Oh, we tried," Nuru answered, covering her mouth with her hand to hide her smile. "But you were so tired that nothing could wake you."

"Yeah," Yong giggled. Hugo raised a brow, wondering what was so funny. He looked over to Varian who quickly turned away from him. Varian stuffed his mouth with food quickly got up to start packing, avoiding Hugo's gaze.

Weird. Hugo thought.

When the team finished traveling that day and set up camp again, Yong walked over to Hugo to give him something.

"What's this?" Hugo asked, holding an animal plush that Yong pushed into his arms.

"This is Po, my panda plush," Yong explained. "I thought you would like to borrow him tonight."

"Uh, no," he replied, giving the bear back. "I don't need your teddy bear, Sparkles."

"Oh...you sure?"

"Positive."

Yong gave him a shrug as if Hugo was going to regret turning down the offer.

"Oookay then," the kid singsonged, walking away to get ready for bed. When the team settled in the tent, Hugo turned to see Varian handing him an additional pillow.

"I already have a pillow, Goggles," Hugo told him.

"Just take a second one," Varian huffed, tossing it over and turning away to fall asleep. Hugo wondered what the hell was going on. All day, Varian refused to talk or look at him. And the few times Hugo would address him, his ears would go red and he'd keep a distance. It was as if Varian was nervous around him, but what could he possibly be nervous about? Maybe Varian remembered waking him up about chickens last night? Yeah, that was embarrassing, but not embarrassing enough to be avoiding him, right?

Hugo rolled his eyes, deciding it was futile to waste another thought on it. Like the other nights before, it took a long time for him to fall asleep, but eventually, he was able to drift to dreamland.

Varian and Nuru woke up in the early morning to Yong shaking them awake.

"Pssst, hey, he's doing it again," Yong whispered to them. Nuru sat up and looked over at Hugo. Still asleep, Hugo was holding the second pillow that Varian gave him tightly. He hugged it close to his chest and had his face buried in it's soft fabric. As the three moved closer , Hugo yawned and cuddled into the pillow, making Yong and Nuru giggle.

"Looks like your pillow idea worked, Varian," Nuru whispered to him. "You must be happy."

"I'll be happy when we reach the Dark Kingdom and end this sleeping arrangement," he grumbled as the two smiled sheepishly at him.

"Awe, I think sleeping together like this has been fun," Yong confessed. "I think we should keep it this way."

"No way," Varian argued, getting up to leave the tent as a soft blush illuminated his cheeks. "You guys might like this, but the second we get a another tent, I'm out."

"Oh Varian, don't be cross," Nuru teased. "It's not Hugo's fault he's a hugger in his sleep. Just be glad it's the pillow that's stuck in his arms this morning instead of you."

[sensitive-shark]

Herald bug man. gonna put him in a cup and build him a vivarium to live in.

might color this tomorrow

[meownotgood]

i just smiled so wide I'm truly feeling nothing but Bliss I can't believe they actually did it this is truly. amazing.

[ohno-the-sun]

Just gonna dump a bunch of gitm doodles I’ve been doing

Story and characters by @venomous-qwille

[notebookpapers]

Viktor being the reason Jayce was so imbued with his love for magic in the first place. Viktor saving Jayce because he couldn’t let his partner die. Jayce wanting to kill himself when he couldn’t bring magic to the world. Viktor saving him and helping him bring magic to the world. Viktor wanting to kill himself after seeing the harm magic does to the world. Jayce saving him and agreeing to erase their magic from the world. Viktor trusting Jayce to be his undoing in every universe. Jayce being the only one to get through to him in every universe. Viktor telling Jayce to leave before the rune destroys him. Jayce loving him too much to let him do it alone. Both of them sacrificing their lives to prevent their magic from taking over the world. The two of them floating midair after creating magic. The two of them floating midair as they destroy their creation. The arcane gives, and the arcane takes away. Their greatest achievements only made possible, paradoxically, by their greatest lows. Both of them being alive because of the other. Both of them dying in each other’s arms.

Poetic cinema.