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Tunare the creator and mother of all elves

Favorite green godess Tunare hanging out in Greater Faydark for the Anniverary. Proudly wearing the original 2000 character model.

She is always giving me that gal pal vibe. Maybe it's those strong arms and the Cate Blanchett look.

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Crosshair: My emotions are in a locked box and I’ve thrown the key into the mouth of a rabid alligator. No one will ever know what I think or feel other than shallow optimism.

Wrecker, dragging an alligator and holding a key: Hey, asshole.

Crosshair: It was a METAPHOR!

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(One of the things I think about regularly is how stand-offish my guy would be to any kind of affection.. But I also feel like it's his way of expressing it. 😭)

Cad Bane looks you over for a moment after you confess your feelings, before turning and readjusting his hat at the brim and walking away. "That's nice, but we're wasting time, and time is money."

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Jet Black needs more love

Could I have something fluffy with cuddling to classic jazz with him

Yes he does 😤 he's looked over and doesn't have much fics about him but I'm here to change that!

Type: fluff

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It was a rough day. The bounty was a hard catch but we managed it. A few near death experiences but that's expected sometimes. I could tell Jet was exhausted when he sat down and rested his tired eyes. He deserves alot of appreciation, and I try to give him that when I can. I turn on the radio and some light jazz plays softly, I walk over to him and sit next him, leaning against him a strong arm comes down to hold me.

He sighs from the day and looks down at me.

"How are you doing?"

He gives the top of my head a kiss and I snuggle againts more, trying to get more comfortable.

"Better, now that it's just you and me here."

I look up at him and he gives me a whole hearted smile.

"Do you want something to eat?"

He suggests and it's my turn to smile.

"In a bit. I just wanna be here a little longer."

He nods and kisses my temple, I hum at his gentle kiss and glide my fingers over his calloused knuckles. We don't have to say much to know we care about eachother, it's the little things and moments that show it. Also cuddling is nice until, Spike or Faye come in trying to embarrass the both of us.

"Fine by me. I can be here all day."

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✨ Requests: Open ✨

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There is a distinct lack of Jet Black x Reader fics, and it saddens me..

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Old school MMORPG shoutout!

(Picture from everquest.allakhazam.com, which I am delighted to find still exists.)

“You’ve ruined your own lands, you’ll not ruin ours!” is something a lot of enemies used to yell at you in EverQuest, back in the dark ages when that was about as much plot and worldbuilding as you got. FF14 knows its roots!

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Sorry this took so long! Meet Nyx! Explosives Engineer. 🤣

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Aaand I think I'm done. I'll drop a full costume pic tomorrow.

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Almost done the arm! Going to add some scarring on the metal and paint it, then going to move on to finer details (wiring, etc.)

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Working on her prosthetic arm! Thin upholstery foam and hot glue.

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Soda cans sanded and turned into bomb props!funny story; I had picked a random letter, then asked my father(who had no clue about what I was doing) for a random sequence of 3 numbers. Ironically, T-289s are the stun grenades from Star Wars. I didn't think about this until after I had finished.

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First piece. Working on a Wasteland themed OC cosplay...(I did not do the leatherwork, I wish I remembered who made this piece. Alas, I got it over 10 years ago!) Repainted, and detailed. Lots of work still to come on the rest of the costume. Rush doing all of it in a week! 😣

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Different Kind of Oldschool

Everyone: *Playing World of Warcraft*

Me: *Still playing Everquest and Everquest 2*

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Tranquil Array

Zenyatta x Reader comfort fic (Work in progress, slow updates.)

Summary:  You're relatively new to Overwatch in the scheme of things, luckily for your condition, you have a room next to one of the most comforting souls in the newly reformed organization.

Chapter 1: Show of Faith

Your blood felt cold, heartbeat quickened. Your body racked with an uncomfortable tingle. Standing from the small desk that occupied the corner of your room, you took careful, calculated steps to your mini-fridge with a racing mind. Fingers slipped shakily into the inlaid handle, tugging it open to retrieve a bottle of water. You dared not open it at the moment, base logic trying to outweigh the fight-or-flight feelings that tormented your being.

This will pass. I'll be okay.

You repeated the phrase in your mind in an attempt to drown out the sound of your heart pounding in your head and ears. Letting yourself fall to the bed a few steps away, you maintained an upright position, hand grasping the body of the bottle almost too tightly, plastic crinkling as you twisted off the cap.Bringing it to your lips, a soft knock on the door caused you to jolt, sending cold water down your the front of your shirt and surface of your pants. The cold water not really helping what you were going through. One of your arms came up to swipe the droplets off your chin, clearing your throat, you managed a quaking reply, despite efforts to keep it steady. "Y-Yes? I'm.. I'm awake." There was no reply for a moment, the silence causing you to shift uncomfortably in your seat. You didn't want to open the door, didn't want to burden anyone with thoughts of pity. At the same time, you couldn't shake the desire for more distraction from this attack. The individual on the other side of the door spoke up, a humming soft voice, delicate and with concern, "Y/n, is everything alright?" Your mouth gaped slightly upon taking a deep breath. It was Zenyatta. You wondered if Overwatch had intentionally put your quarters next to the Omnic's, given your conditions. The thought was quickly pushed aside, reasoning logically that it would be kind of cruel to do that to someone apparently so sensitive to the energies around him."I will be.." You released the breath you didn't know you were holding, the attack started to come down, allowing you to pull yourself to your feet. Despite the feeling of clammy skin and your head feeling like it was permeated by a thick cloud. The cap found it's way onto the bottle you held as your feet carried you to the door, pressing a button on the keypad, allowing it to slide open. Zenyatta stood in front of you, a moment of silence hung in the air other than the very gentle whirring of his mechanics. No words were exchanged as you stepped back, leaving the door open as you retreated to the bed, sitting rather carelessly upon the edge. e/c eyes searching the floor idly. The bottle in your hand teetered on a knee, as Zenyatta moved into the room quietly. He took in the features of the room with his peripheral as he took strides with long, slender legs. Stopping short in front of you with the tilt of his head, hands wrapped behind his back.His voice came through your ears hazily, leaning over as his mirthless expression met yours, which conveyed a subtle stress with the arch of your brow-line, and frown of your lips. It took a moment before they parted in an idle response. "I'll be fine.. " you spoke, voice soft and through a weary tone. Your head tilted down to meet the bottle in your hands, slender fingers playing absentmindedly at the creases in the bottle in an attempt to avoid his eyeless gaze. Your facing only changed when he kneeled, the creases of his elbows resting idly over both of his knees, tilting his head curiously. "I'm here if you wish to voice your concerns? Or we could perhaps sit in silence.. I know the simplicity of presence makes strides to help those in need." His tone was gentle, a soft caress to the silence in the air as he gestured with a hand, fingertips moving in gesticulation to the space before you.

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i’ve made posts about this before, but people who accuse bi headcanons of being homophobic are so fucking annoying. like i have actually seen people say ‘uh can we NOT have bi headcanons for these CLEARLY gay coded characters? thanks.’ and i’m like? first off, bi isn’t gay lite, it means that character would experience same sex attraction either way, so it’s not fucking homophobic. it’s just interpreting their queerness differently.

Second: gay coded? Why? Because that guy doesn’t have a female love interest? Because that girl held hands with another girl? Yeah, I’m a lesbian and I agree, you can totally see a character as gay for the smallest things, but saying that people who don’t agree/don’t see it that way are committing an act of homophobia is a serious accusation and I’m fuckin sick of seeing terms like that used for arbitrary fandom drama. I have a bisexual friend who got called homophobic because she didn’t like a popular f/f ship. I’ve been called ‘straightie’ for liking an m/f ship. Like, you guys don’t have to like certain things or agree with certain headcanons obviously but tossing around terms like ‘homophobic’ or saying shit like ‘if you like that then the straights deserve you’ is like. real fucked up in my opinion.

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havent posted these in a hot minute whats up folks

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Sigma’s Consciousness and Schrödinger’s Cat

I was SO EXCITED to see that Sigma had a Schrödinger’s cat spray, because Schrödinger’s cat was one of the first things that came to mind for me when I first watched Sigma’s origin story.

So for people who aren’t familiar with the concept, Schrödinger’s cat is this thought experiment that describes concepts of quantum superposition and the Copenhagen interpretation. The Copenhagen interpretation states that in quantum mechanics, objects can remain in multiple states until they are interacted with/measured. In the thought experiment of Schrödinger’s cat, there is a cat and a vial of poison set to shatter if radioactivity–the decaying of a single atom–is detected. If that decay is detected, the poison vial is shattered and the cat is killed by the poison (I’m guessing Schrödinger was not terribly fond of cats–but this is a thought experiment, no cats are actually being harmed here). The cat and the poison are in a closed box together.

Of course, the shattering of the vial is dependent on the quantum-superposed atom. After a while, we do not know if the cat in the box is alive or dead–hence the state of quantum superposition where the cat is both alive and dead. When we open the box, we see the cat as either alive or dead, thus indicating that with interaction and measurement, the object previously in an overlapping quantum state goes from one state of being to another. These days we mostly use the term “Schrödinger’s cat” as a sort of shorthand to describe things existing in multiple states until they are observed and/or measured. 

I’ve seen people interpret Sigma as having multiple personalities and I don’t agree that that’s the case (I also think it’s ableist with regards to actual people who have DID.) Sigma doesn’t have multiple personalities. Sigma has Schrödinger’s consciousness. He has one consciousness existing in multiple states until he interacts with his environment. He is the scientist still trying to harness the harness, he is the near-catatonic traumatized man wondering what went wrong when he did all of his math right, he is the living weapon, and the conductor of the music of the universe all at once—until you talk to him. Then the multiple states collapse into one.