#C-CORP

[biscylbenzene]

vent art about my crippling mad scientist addiction

[silly-little-guy-and-co]

Harry Du Bois and Kim Kitsuragi from hit game Disco Elysium stun on the red carpet 👉👉

[shinoposting]

posts from a kinder timeline

[machtech]

A collection of album stamps.

pt1. pt2. pt3.

[cocksley-and-catapult]

- sixty gigabytes of women holding beach balls

>> interesting.... and, let me hazard a guess, are those beach balls filled with air, or something else? what about actually being made of plastic? just curious, is all...

Passed: Empathy [Challenging] He's suspicious of you. Very suspicious.

Failed: Esprit de Corps [Trivial] You can't seem to figure out why, though. Where is he going with this line of questioning?

[srebrnastal]

Listen, I think I have a fever and I feel terrible, so what if.

Levi x Moblit

But like, Levi has feelings for Erwin, and Moblit has feelings for Hange, but they both know they won't be loved by them in the way they want to be, so they keep it to themselves. But SOMEHOW (maybe during their time at the bar, when tipsy Moblit gets too talkative) they find out about their unrequited loves and how much it hurts them to be around the person they love but can't hug them, touch them, tell them they love them, and... I don't know, after a while their sad confessions turn into something more physical, but it's a substitute. Not in a, y'know, sexual way, just… closeness. Closeness, touch, words, time spent together, during which they close their eyes and think about someone else. It's quiet and shy, immersing oneself in fantasy with every tender gesture and word. It's comforting to have someone who understands and to allow someone to be understood in this difficult situation. It feels good to be able to pretend that you are the only one for someone so dear to you. But both of them know deep down that it's not right.

And maybe, at the end of the day, they'll end it without regret, not bringing it up again, just sweet memories of pretend affection.

Or maybe, at some point, Levi will discover that his thoughts don't wander to Erwin when Moblit embraces him, and Moblit will discover that Levi's closeness doesn't make him think of Hange.

Maybe, at some point, they'll realize that they're thinking about each other, not about the people they love who will never be theirs. Something is changing, something is growing. It's a little different and uncertain. It's still quiet and shy.

But now it's also genuine.

[cent-scratchnsniff]

reread tiphs dialog recently. i love them lots

[sapphicomics]

jo mullein in green lantern corps (2025) #1

[monkeyssalad-blog]

USMC R4D Douglas Skytrain waiting to take off - Pacific Theater WW2 by TK622 Via Flickr: Exact date and location unknown, but presumably Peleliu Airfield late 1944 to early 1945. R4D was the US Navy designation of the USAAF C-47.

[danafeelingsick]

l imbus c om pany limmbusd c ompfpany

big thanks to @pokemonispain for this commission!

we're a little busy here at the studio this time of the year but still around. psst, art commissions!

[lonestarflight]

Boeing C-75 parked on the tarmac of an airfield.

Date: 1940s

SDASM Archives: 01_00091316

[battery4ever]

[poop-flying]

0. Decision

Kind of part of @ringleaderising's Tooth application! But this was mostly a fun way to establish the dynamic between the leaders of the Realmwalker Corps. You can have competent leaders who care about you or you can have leaders who all get along! Anyway. From left to right, according to the pictures above: Udyr, Agramant, Verbena, Morien and Voltimand.

There were many things in his life that Agramant considered a waste of time, chief among them the biweekly meetings the heads of the Realmwalker Corps held. He’d attended enough of those meetings that he knew how every one went:

Verbena would go down the agenda with his usual steadfastness, then Morien, impatient as ever, would make a snide remark on the speed or the tone or the content of his delivery. Verbena would bring the whole meeting to a halt to address that. Morien would retort with her usual derisiveness, and on and on it would go until Voltimand put a stop to the quarrel.

They’d just finished fighting over a word that Verbena had stuttered slightly in pronouncing. Fortunately, there were only two more items left on the agenda. Agramant pinched the bridge of his nose with one claw and massaged his bad leg with the other, turning his exhale of pain into a sigh. Only a few more minutes now.

Pain momentarily forgotten, Agramant straightened.

“One more thing,” Udyr said. She shifted a few documents idly pushing four copies to each of the heads. “The Sentinels.”

Morien, who’d been crotchety and fidgety for the past thirty minutes, groaned and slammed her claw on the table. “Again? Stormcatcher take them all, I thought we were done with those pretentious fucks. That business with the obelisk who turns into dirt — ”

“Sand,” Verbena interjected, shooting Morien a withering stare. “Sacrosanct shifts into sand.”

“Sand,” Verbena interjected, shooting Morien a withering stare. “Sacrosanct shifts into sand.”

“They can shift into shit for all I care — ”

Voltimand’s voice rang out, silencing them both: “Udyr. Continue.”

Udyr slid four copies across the table. Agramant inclined his head in thanks; he rarely spoke in meetings and most of the heads usually forgot he was there.

It was a case file. Not one of theirs, Agramant observed as he flipped it open.

“Where did you get this?” Voltimand asked. Her voice was light but there was an accusation in those words. “This is Sentinel material.”

Udyr shrugged, unfazed. “You have your spies, I have mine. Have you read it?”

Agramant turned his attention back to the file. Grinning grotesquely up at him was a guardian clad in tattered rags, a wicked-looking cleaver at her side. Young, Agramant decided, but judging by the bones she clad herself in, she knew how to use that weapon. Her teeth were unusual too: she had swapped a few with gaudy prosthetics. Gems, mismatched bone, precious metals. Her eyes were a red so bright they almost glowed.

She had a dagger sheathed at her side that looked familiar. Agramant squinted, connecting the dots. Efficient.

“Fuck,” Morien breathed. “Agramant, you’d love this girl — she doesn’t even waste her own teeth. How many of those do you think she’s made?”

He ignored that. His eyes skimmed over the next few sections. Last known location, favoured weapons, known magic, familial ties, casualties…

And stopped. Status: In Pursuit, written in a hasty hand. Instructions: Detain. Eliminate as last resort.

Udyr waited till they were all finished. Verbena was the first to speak, “What does this have to do with us?”

“Target?” Morien bared her teeth, her eyes alight with excitement. “I can set Hemera on her. Give me five days.”

Udyr said causally, “Not a target. A recruit.”

Verbena shot to his feet and gave an outraged shout at the same moment Voltimand said, “Absolutely not.”

In that same level voice, Udyr replied, “She’s a necromancer. She’ll be an asset.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Verbena growled, “but she hardly seems sane. The Sentinels only demand detention when the target has harmed one of theirs. We stay out of their business, they stay out of ours. This isn’t an ‘enemy of my enemy situation’.”

“I didn’t say it was. I’ll take it your vote is a no.”

“It is. And it’s hers too.” Verbena jerked his head at Voltimand, who shook her head gravely at Udyr.

Voltimand pushed the file back. “Verbena’s right. I can’t see her as one of our own.”

“Morien?”

The fathom had been unsually quiet during this exchange. She looked up now, her claw tracing patterns into the table, and asked, “Why her?”

Verbena swore aloud as Voltimand sighed defeatedly, reclining in her chair.

For the first time tonight, Udyr grinned. Agramant averted his eyes. That expression on Udyr’s face was as unnatural as rain falling upwards. She said, “Reports of strange and impossible quantities of magic appearing out of nowhere, groups of dragons gathering before it happens to siphon it up. Strange groups, too, affected in their own way by that magic. It doesn’t happen often — or at least we don’t hear about it often. Rumour has it that she — ” Udyr tapped the case file “ — comes from one of those clans.”

“What would you do with that information, hm? That strange magic? ” Verbena barked.

Udyr glanced at him coolly. “What would we do, you mean. The same as our predecessors: we assess and we decide. The Corps is sworn to face the unknown head-on; don’t tell me you’re afraid now.”

Morien lifted her chin and said, “Then I vote yes.”

“Good. Agramant?”

Agramant gave a start. His leg twinged in protest, and he had to force himself to relax, exhaling through his nose till the pain went away on its own. The group was silent now, everyone’s attention turned to him.

“Recruiting’s not my department,” he managed, trying to keep his voice as steady as he could.

“Still.” Udyr’s voice was quiet. Insistent. There was no weaseling his way out of this one.

“You can abstain,” Voltimand said reassuringly. “Besides, Udyr, we can’t interfere in Sentinel busine — ”

Morien snapped, “You just don’t want him to vote!”

“No, you insolent child, internal affairs has no sway over — ” That was Verbena, rising to his usual fury.

“Fuck you, old man!”

Agramant took a deep breath. He considered the file again as though it would yield further secrets upon a second round of scrutiny. Sure, she was young. Inexperienced in the ways of the world. Why Udyr wanted her to join the Realmwalkers Agramant could probably guess. Any way he looked at it, she’d probably bring trouble crashing down upon all their heads.

Sworn to face the unknown head-on.

Ah, hell. Why not? There was no guarantee they’d be able to snatch her out from under the Sentinels’ noses anyway.

“I vote yes.”

[icecoldwilliams]

hands clasped behind his back, kazuya stands not in his office looking down the concrete jungle of buildings and lights sprawling out for miles, but instead atop an elevated platform deep within the labs of g-corporation, the metal scaffolding overlooking the scientists milling about and conducting research according to directives he laid out, the silent conductor to a symphony of machinery and progress unfolding. the light clack of heels behind alert him to new company. without turning around, he can hear who it is. by the way the steps approach, by the footwork and distribution of weight with each press of the sole against the ground that could vanish in a moments notice, it really leaves only two contenders of who they may belong to. and one was no longer present. ❝ nina. ❞ he had stopped by the labs to check in on the ongoing experiments. hmph, she had firsthand experience but maybe his employee could also ‘appreciate the view’ of the environment while she was down here. ❝ tell me the status report on the war efforts and movements of the rebel forces. ❞

Far be it her to be a caesura in the devils inhumane sonata.

But between his spineless ants littering about, the fluorescent lights failing to penetrate her shades, and always lingering, foggy Mneme, even he should know her presence in the lab comes about as easily as it should be brushed aside.

Vuittons stop against the tile, four spaces behind yet far close enough for azures to rake over the insects below. Every pest taken in ; drowned within apathy, right alongside the man who wouldn't hesitate to wipe them all out in the blink of an eye.

She would know.

Arms folded. Tensed brow and thinned lips joining altered youth and beauty. Few would know better than her, or 'her'.

Nevertheless, as always the blonde repressed. Quietly inhaling permeating acetone. ❝Despite the rising resistance, team alpha has taken New York, and Delta is set to march the streets of Bulgaria by the end of the week.❞ One point for the devil. ❝Meanwhile, it would seem the rebels have recruited Eddy Gordo and another squadron of former Tekken Force out of South America into their ranks.❞ And in cerulean's, two points for her own amusement.

Subtle and barely found in the curve of her lips as she turned to exit his little laboratory from hell.

❝Looks like you're too late to keep us both under your thumb.❞

|| @devilgene | ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

[fellinesca]

Women Reply (Réponse de femmes : Notre corps, notre sexe, 1975) Dir. Agnès Varda

[cent-scratchnsniff]

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