#Flux Wisp

[emmajh97]

The teenage superhero, the living lightning bolt, FLUX WISP! And his civilian identity, the mild-mannered ALANO REYES! (Who just so happens to be the famous Youtuber-- ETHEREAL ACE!)

Also-- his beloved girlfriend Layla! And his heroic teammate Wraith!

...

I created this character back in 2020 when my friend invited me to a MASKs TTRPG. (I think I resisted posting him because he is very heavily based on another character...)

Flux Wisp is a Janus type hero, which means like Spider-Man he has to constantly deal with balancing his personal life and his hero life. On top of having to hide his hero identity, Alano also has to be careful about his online identity. He's a paranormal investigator who has gained quite a following from interviewing actual ghosts and posting it online. [His hero costume was inspired by his favorite character-- Clyde the orange PacMan ghost] Poor lad has to balance a lot of masks.

Alano's best friend and girlfriend, Layla Takahashi, is the only one who knows all his secret sides. She's a linguistic and historical genius, doing most of the research for Alano's youtube videos.

Wraith is a ghostly Soldier hero, and was Flux Wisp's first teammate in the fight against evil in the streets of Halcyon city. They get along due to the fact that they are both sorta undead. (Alano got his powers after an investigation into a 'haunted' abandoned laboratory went explosively wrong)

Credit to Jarrett Williams (@superproko) for the character Ace Estrada/Yellow Hype. He was the main inspiration for this boy.

Masterpost of Flux Wisp art HERE

[ask-flux-chord]

Ancient Tidings - Page 45

Teleported away to the depths. Who could have done such a thing?

[sleeepybeary]

☆ 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐒 ☆

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓: Agatha has never been one for pets. However, upon some particularly lucky night, she seems to allow it just this once.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: poorly written (to my standards anyway), haven't read through it properly, so spelling errors are possible :I

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 950

Having found the heating from your fireplace to be far too smothering as it seemed to flood the entirety of your small house, you had graciously spared ten minutes of your day to abandon the shell of which you were living under to gather some fresh air for your burning lungs.

However, as much as those ten minutes were originally to be at least half an hour, it was drastically shrunken to only a third at the capture of something wrenching.

So, with an oddly shaped stash hidden behind one of the dress coats your girlfriend possessed, you carefully slipped back into your home and made a quick yet cautious shuffle over to the central living space, also known as the last place you saw said girlfriend.

Upon entryway came the attention of Agatha. The woman glanced over her shoulder at you, her jaw pressing into the curve of her collarbone as her eyes ran their length upon you. A small furrow digs deeply between the span of her eyebrows, especially as she takes in your suspicious stance and particularly bulked up appearance to one half of your body.

“What is it, love?” She spoke, shifting to sit up better to meet your gaze properly, her shoulders falling back in a relaxing state.

“I have something I need to show you” You had spoken in a tone that emitted a quiet wisp of caution, your tone faltering to one below your average.

“O.. okay” Agatha had nodded, glancing away momentarily as her brain reached out to soothe a spurt of confusion. “So…?”

“So…” you copied her word, tugging back the lapel to the jacket wrapped gently around the object of your care.

A silk of black heaven came to life, the glistening of a moistened nose pointed outward in a sniffle as whiskers quivered against the contrast of warm air from the freezing world outside.

A cat of all things was what you had obtained.

You observed how Agatha’s facial expressions contorted, how a pensive fog coated the round of her eyes; her jaw tightens. “Why do you have a cat..?”

A timid smile tugged at the corners of your lips, your sights flicking between your girlfriend and the cat. “She needed help, Agatha. She was caught in your lavender, cold and wet from the recent rain”

“This isn't the first time you've tried to spring an animal on me before” Agatha had sighed, her slandered fingers tracing up the slim bridge of her nose before pinching it at the conjunction between her eyes.

“I didn't know the bird had bowel issues… but that's besides the point! Can't you see, this cat needs us!”

“But we don't need it, Y/n”

With a roll of your eyes, you shuffle closer, shifting so you're sitting in a way that almost presses up against Agatha, your elbow just scraping hers. “Stroke her”

“What?”

“I said stroke her” you insisted, motioning your arms forward to bring the fluff ball of an animal up and closer to her reach.

The cat had yet to stir from its peaceful sleep, a slight purring snore audible from up close, even as Agatha had hesitantly placed the open of her palm against its head, her fingers nestling between its drawn up ears.

Monitoring the way Agatha's hand mowed over the lengths of fur in a rhythmic pattern, you began to tilt the cat wrapped in the thicker material towards the woman beside you until she was holding the animal.

Having planted the cat within your girlfriend's arms, you cheekily grinned. “Stay here? I just need to grab a drink”

All Agatha could do was hum, her eyes boring into your own. Her eyes exiled as radiance of boredom, though the flux movement of her hand against the chin to the feline said otherwise.

Taking your time, you stood from the sofa and took a casual waltz to fetch a glass of water from just the room over.

However, soon enough, you had found yourself relaxed against the length of a doorframe. Your glass nestled within the grasp of your fingers and water racing down your throat in an on pour as you took delicate sips at a time.

You stalked from your new self-designated post with a curious gaze, observing and monitoring the way Agatha was interacting with the cat.

Though, minutes pass at a time before the soft of a drowsy meow and a gentle coo meet in a harmony - one that was sure to make home in your memory.

“Y/n?” Agatha had called, shifting slightly to peer through the kitchen doorway, her eyelids wrapping around her eyes in a rampant expression, a half drawn smile appearing in accordance.

“Yes, love?” reciprocating her smile, you moved to stand over her, a hand on her shoulder as your eyes met those of the golden ones in Agatha’s lap.

“Eve”

“Eve?” You furrowed your eyebrows, looking down upon Agatha as if she was having a moment of hysteria. “What's that mean?”

“Like All Hallows’ Eve”

“I'm… not sure I follow you here”

Agatha had rolled her eyes, her thumb and index finger moving to line the curve of the cat's ear. “You want to keep the cat, right? I'm just suggesting a name”

Your lips part slightly, mind finally clocking into place as the figuratively placed light-bulb flickers on. “Oh!” You began, breathing out an airy laugh on the premises of some sort of awkwardness “I mean… if you're letting me keep her, then I wouldn't be opposed to you naming her…”

Agatha shook her head, leaning her head back to look up at you from her seated position, her lips puckered. “Let us seal it with a kiss”

[generic-sonic-fan]

Omega's Observations: Inside/Wired

Summary: Tails tells Omega about Shadow’s recent visit to his workshop.

For @teamdarkweek. 2047 words.

Omega observes that Tails is quieter than usual today. This would be irrelevant, if not for the fact that the fox is currently elbow-deep in his chest cavity.

He waits until Tails withdraws to grab another tool from the workbench to speak. “YOU ARE HIDING SOMETHING.” 

“Huh?” Tails turns around. “No, no, it’s nothing.” 

“YOU ARE A TERRIBLE LIAR.” Omega gambles.

Sure enough, the fox’s face falls. “You got me there. But I’m serious. It’s not a big deal, just something about Shadow.” 

“INFORM ME OF YOUR HESITATION ABOUT SHADOW.”

“Nothing to hesitate about- just something he brought up the last time he visited me.”

“ELABORATE.”

Tails folds his hands together. “It started something like. . .”

—

“Teach me how to solder.”

“Hmm?” 

Tails lifted his welding helmet, only to find Shadow standing in the door of his workshop, his arms crossed and his foot tapping impatiently. 

“Oh! Shadow! I’m sorry, I didn’t see you come in.” Tails put down his welding torch. 

“Teach me. How to solder.” Shadow wasn’t asking.

“Well, sure? Is everything alright?”

“Yes.” 

“So, no particular urgency? The thought just struck you?”

“Please.” Shadow finally said. 

“That’s better.” Tails said, before feeling a little bad about it. “Follow me. I’ll get a soldering kit out.” 

He had to search only a little bit to find his old soldering iron- he hadn’t used it in a while, not since Sonic had gotten him a new one with all the bells and whistles on it. But it would be better to start Shadow off on a simpler one. Tails then grabbed a coil of solder and a little bottle of flux. 

He brought them all over to his workbench.

“Pull up that stool?” Tails gestured to an extra rolling stool in the corner as he grabbed his own. 

Shadow did as asked, but he didn’t sit in it like Tails had intended. Instead he stayed standing, studying intently as Tails moved to plug the soldering iron in. 

“Alright!” Tails set the soldering iron down and clapped his hands together. “Let’s start with this: what do you already know about soldering?”

“It is a technique that can repair wires.” Shadow replied. Tails waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t.

“That’s okay. I’ll start by going over the components and what they do.” He picked up the soldering iron again. “This is the iron, and it is used to melt the-” with his other hand, he picked up the coil of solder “-solder, which is a filler metal used to help rejoin the two halves of the wire.”

Shadow nodded.

“But, before you do so, you want to clean the site of joining with the flux.” Tails set the solder down and picked up the bottle of flux. “Well, it’s not just cleaning, it also helps the solder actually stick, but you get the idea.” 

Tails set down the flux and then grabbed the iron. He turned it on and set it to the correct temperature. In only a few seconds, a wisp of smoke trailed off the end. He then unwrapped a bit of the solder and held it to the end of the iron, causing it to melt and coat the tip. 

“Now you’ll just want to-” Tails looked down at his bench and realized he didn’t get out anything to actually use as an example. “Can you grab some spare wires for me to show you with?”

“Where would those be?” Shadow asked.

“Oh, in the back somewhere. Anything on my shelves will do as long as it isn’t attached to anything.”

Shadow disappeared. He did not return. For about a minute, Tails was worried he’d gotten lost back there before he showed up again with a handful of small wires. The way he carried them was strange; gently, as if he was holding a baby bird. 

“Great! Hand me two with stripped edges, please.”

“Stripped?”

“The bare metal, instead of being covered by the insulation.”

Shadow handed him two bits that had their bare copper showing.

“Now we’ll want to twist them together,” Tails mimed the motion.

Shadow copied with the actual wires, before handing them over. Tails placed them against the workbench and tipped the bottle of flux, splashing them with the clear liquid. 

“Most solder that you buy from stores already has a little flux in it, to make sure the solder sticks, but I like to apply extra anyway since I’ve got it.” Tails explained. 

“I see.” Shadow replied.

“Now that that’s done, you can melt the solder onto the wires. You don’t need to put a lot- just enough so that the twisted portion is coated.” 

Tails touched the soldering iron to the wires, transferring the bit of solder he’d already put on the tip to the wires. 

He then handed the iron to Shadow. “You try!” 

Shadow looked at the iron, then the bundle of wires. He gently tapped the tip of the iron against the wires, not long enough for any of the solder to transfer.

“You can do it with a bit more authority, you know.” Tails suggested. 

Shadow’s eyes narrowed. He pressed the tip of the iron against the part of the wires that was still bare, this time adding enough solder for it to drip down and onto the plastic insulation. 

“Too much! That’s okay. All it does is stink up the place.” Tails waved his hand over the bit of melted plastic to fan away the fumes. “The solder will still hold. That’s what’s important.” 

“What now?” Shadow asked.

“That’s it!” Tails replied. “We just wait for it to cool. It cools pretty fast.”

“It’s. . .” Shadow stared at the two joined wires, now tinged a silvery color from the solder. “Vulnerable.”

“It is exposed,” Tails agreed. “We can add a heat-shrink tubing to insulate it again.”

He stood from his stool and started digging on his shelves for those little heat-shrinks. He found one shoved beneath an old circuit board; it would do for this little practice session. 

He returned with the little black tube between his fingers. Shadow was still staring at the wires.

“Usually, you want to slide one of these on before you join the wires if the wires are already part of a system,” Tails explained as he gently pushed Shadow’s hand out of the way and threaded the tube onto the now joined wire, “but for our purposes let’s pretend we remembered to do that.” 

“What now?”

“If you have a wire cutter, you can trim the joining, but otherwise you can just fold it in parallel before sliding the heat-shrink over it.” 

He let Shadow practice the motion and thread the tube over the exposed junction.

“Then you’ll use either a torch, if you have one, or the soldering iron itself to heat it. It’ll shrink tight against the insulation already existing on the wire. Think of it like a patch on a tire.”

Tails took the wire back and used the upper portion of the soldering iron tip to heat the tube. Sure enough, it shrunk tight around the new joining, leaving only a little lump in the plastic as evidence of the break in the first place. 

“And that’s it. Pretty easy once you get the hang of it.” Tails smiled. 

“I need to practice more.” 

“Yeah, it gets easier with practice for sure.” 

Shadow grabbed two more wires from the bundle he’d set on the workbench and twisted them together. Wordlessly, he grabbed the iron from Tails’ hands and pressed it against the junction. 

“. . . sure, you can practice some more here!” Tails gave an awkward smile. 

Shadow poured excess solder all over the wires, resulting in gobs of the metal ringing the plastic insulation. He threw this attempt away and started his next. Twisted the wires together, pressed just the very tip of the iron against the wires. 

“Oops, that’s too little.” Tails said. “You’ll want to add more or-”

Shadow pulled on the connection and it unravelled. 

“-it won’t hold.” 

With a sharp sigh, Shadow twisted them together again. 

“Want to use the flux? It might help.” 

Shadow ignored him. 

He twiddled his thumbs together, before running back into the shelves and retrieving a little desk fan Amy had gotten for him a while back. He set it up on the workbench, pointing away from Shadow’s face, and turned it on.

“There. Now you won’t have to breathe in the fumes.” Tails said. “Ultimate Lifeform or not, I can’t imagine it’s very good for you. Not that they’re making solder with lead anymore- thank goodness!”

Shadow did not reply as he carefully painted the joining of the wires with silver. The only sounds were the hiss of the iron and the whirring of the fan. Tails couldn’t even hear him breathe. 

“Is everything alright?” Tails asked. 

Shadow grunted something vaguely affirmative.

“Is it Omega?” 

Shadow paused. 

“If he’s hurt,” Tails said tentatively, “he knows he can come to me any time, right?” 

“And when you’re not here?” 

“You can call me! I’ll race right on back.”

“Tch.” 

Indignation flared in his chest. “Hey! He’s not complaining about me, is he?” 

“You don’t get it.”

“What do I not get? I think I’m doing a pretty good job with him, thank you very much, and if he doesn’t like it-”

“You,” Shadow said, “Won’t. Always. Be. Here.” 

“Even if I can’t make it back here, that doesn’t mean I can’t phone in and help guide. . .” 

Tails noticed brushes of melted solder against Shadow’s gloves as his hands shook. 

“Careful, it’s hot.” Tails said quietly, and reached for the iron in Shadow’s hands. “You could burn yourself.” 

Shadow didn’t fight him as he took it and turned it off. 

“If it would help you feel better, I could start teaching you?” Tails offered.

“I can’t just use chaos energy to heal him like with Rouge.”

“Kind of a bummer, huh?” 

Shadow looked at him. 

“You know what I mean.” 

Shadow sighed. “I do.” 

“You don’t need to worry about it for a long time, though.” He put his hand on Shadow’s shoulder. “You’ve got, what, a hundred years or so before I kick the bucket? You plan too far ahead.” 

Shadow didn’t reply. 

“I’ll teach, and you’ll learn. I’ve always wanted a protege!” Tails joked.

“I already know how to repair some mechanical systems. It’s the electronics I’m not familiar with.”

“Right, your motorcycle is in pristine condition! Omega’s going to be lucky to have you.” 

“I. . . thanks.” Shadow muttered at his hands. 

“You’re welcome, Shadow. Any time.”

Shadow stared at the tangle of newly-joined wires on the workbench for a while, before placing his hand over Tails’ on his shoulder. 

“Want to watch a movie, perhaps?” Shadow asked. 

“Sure! There’s this new one Sonic got me and he says he doesn’t want to watch it again but I really really want to see it again. It’s about giant alien robots and they’re fighting, and two of them are friends but things happen and- you’ll have to see!”

Tails grabbed Shadow’s hands and led him away from the workbench and to the couch.

—

“. . . it was a good movie. I think he liked it.” Tails concludes. 

Omega finishes sorting this new bit of information in his memory banks.

“Well?” 

“HE SEES ME AS FRAGILE.” 

“I don’t think so. I think he’s just concerned.”

“HE SHOULD NOT BE CONCERNED!” 

“He’s your friend.” Tails replies. “Of course he’s concerned.” 

“HE OVERANALYZES EVENTUAL POSSIBILITIES, OVERLOADING HIS BIOLOGICAL STRESS RESPONSE IN THE PRESENT DATE.” 

“Yeah, but-”

“IT WOULD BE A GREATER FAVOR FOR HIM TO CEASE HIS NEEDLESS ANXIETY.”

“Learning how to do first aid for your friends isn’t a bad thing.” Tails crosses his arms. 

Omega cannot generate a suitable rebuttal to that.

“Given the rate at which you turn back up at my place damaged, it’s good for one of your team to know how to solder.”

“ROUGE ALREADY KNOWS HOW TO SOLDER.”

Tails opens his mouth, then closes it. He turns back to his workbench to finally retrieve the tool necessary to finish the current repair. He sticks the wrench inside Omega’s chest compartment. Tightens a few bolts. Withdraws again. 

“It’s just the way Shadow is wired, I guess.” 

“I KNOW.” Omega mutters before he can stop himself. 

[sorceresssundries]

WIP Monday!

Posting the first chapter of my new fic tonight/tomorrow so I thought i'd share a peek.

His students wanted truths, yet all he could offer were theories and hypotheses that the Chantry would find most unpalatable. Being a professor of such an enigmatic and divisive subject came with its share of perks—reputation, access to restricted texts, the respect (or disdain) of his peers—but the burden of it often weighed heavily on him. And now, with the Fade itself in flux, the complexities of his field had deepened beyond even his understanding.

"Perhaps," he murmured to the oppressive darkness around him, "there are still ways one may help." A faint shimmer caught his eye as a wisp drifted lazily past his shoulder.

The crypt’s shadows stretched longer as he readied himself to invigorate another skeleton to help with the excavation work, just one more willing helper should be enough to make a decent day’s progress. He was itching for some respite and to return to surface for a while. Even here, amidst the dust of ancient bones and forgotten wards, the unease of the Fade lingered. 

Something was coming. The world was changing. He could feel it in his marrow.

Tagging: @weaveandwood @orangekittyenergy @lanafofana @mercymaker @darkurgetrash

@dutifullylazybread

[julibellule]

Their Own Revolution

Aziraphale ♡ Crowley • 10k • Rated.E

Aziraphale lifts himself, coming up onto his hands and knees, his breath catching in his throat. His heart stutters — then stops. Before him, shifting and swirling on the bed, inches from Crowley’s fingers, is a wisp of light. Like a miniature blue pulsar, it shines gently, clearly containing a universe of its own — a universe made of Aziraphale and Crowley, suspended in constant flux between fission and fusion. This newborn universe sings. A song of millions — voices harmonizing every atom around it into crystalline beauty for the ears. A breathtaking symphony that fills the air, vibrating with something both ancient and impossibly new. Aziraphale frowns, wonder laced with fear. What has their love created?

-Chap.06 - Declarations of Love-

Read on my AO3

[angelvendingmachine]

hi there, could we get a level 2 brainmade headmate? all we know about her rn is that her name is megan, and she likes she/her pronouns. she doesnt mind other names or pronouns, however.

BRAINMADE HEADMATE

♡ Lvl 1 ≻

NAMES : Megan, Meg, Meloria , Mel

AGE : 32

PRNS : She/her + Wisp/wisper, Shy/hyr, Create/creative, Myst/mystic, Sea/seas, Ocea/ocean , Slyk/slyks

GENDER : Girl-flux

ORIENTATION : Bisexual , demi-aromantic , ambi-amorous

SPECIES : Human

ROLES : Emotional protector

SIGN OFF: 🎏,🍤,🪷

♡ Lvl 2 ≻

CISIDS: Audhd, brown hair, low-empathy, hyper romantic

TRANSIDS: Pretty, purple eyes, long nails, korean

MISCIDS: Perma-tired, perma-loved, perma-classy

PARAS: Sklaviaphila (slavery), autagonistophilia (being on stage & on camera), chorephilia (dancing), erythrophilia (blushing)

PERSONALITY: Very curious and adventurous, though many people would describe her as extremely mature and classy as well.

AESTHETIC: Thriftcore, vintage

[whywasthissohardtomake]

okay!! So before i go into b & iii, i also had a lot of Thoughts about art i wanna make for this!!

so!! Heres my like really shitty finger drawing for the rest of the Team Biscuit Portraits (which i kinda wanna name something silly & melodramatic like Skies of War of Skies of Wrath or something to do with the sky & combat). Also ill go into my thoughts about the concepts below!

Okay, so. Starting with lindy on the left. I thought that 1) she should actually have like mirage-esque versions of herself merging into the real one in the middle. With specious sorceror & conterfeit combatant (does she have more? I cant remember). Anyway, and then 2) i thought like a sunset or dusk would look really good for her background. Like shifting colors, things in flux, etc.

for neil (in the center) im thinking a look of concentration & sun breaking thru a cloudy sky. 1) because of the like associations with the sun that healing has (not necessarily within hwfwm but within like earth mythology stuff) and 2) neil is the healer, so he is yknow the light when shit gets dark. Anywho, for his pose i wanted something like suitably majestic, so i thought maybe holding the orb in one hand & then putting the other palm out with maybe some light glowing from it? (Also i guess everyone is like floating in the air lmao. Thats fun. Tho lindyll have to be high up with the sun setting near her feet due to the horizon line. Ooo thats fun)

finally, for clive on the right, i have his pose there & then hell have a ritual circle coming from the wand. Additionally, i decided i wanted an open, sort of big, thick robe over top everything. idk, i always imagine clive with a big robe that like falls down his arms when he raises them revealing his strong forearms or whatever it is people lust after. Anywho, his shirt/vest will be open & i think ill have the tattoo onslow glowing with some wisps of magic flowing downwards. And then hes, yknow, in front of the moon & stars <3.

OKAY ONTO WHAT IM CALLING TEAM BISCUIT IN RELAXATION

this will be another 6 portraits of em by themselves. These ones are gonna be of them like doing their hobbies ig? Vaguely in that realm. I also want these to have more complex backgrounds, like cityscapes & rooms, etc. Ill start with the ones im sure on already.

jason will be cooking. Im gonna make him look very sweet & soft & hes gonna have like batter on his face. I think he’ll have a spread of baked goods around him & maybe a fruity cocktail to sip at as he works.

sophie is gonna be in a cage match like she did in euresh. I wanna have her with her fists up, suppression collar on, & the pov of the drawing is over her opponent’s shoulder, who’s out of focus. That’s my thought for her!

clive is gonna be at a research desk. I either want him to be like clutching his hair as he stares at a sprawl of pages around him, or at a chalkboard, face in profile as he reads a floating book.

for lindy im thinking i’ll use the pose and city idea that a scrapped for the sky themed stuff because it was a bit to jovial & had a mismatched background to the rest.

now, humphrey & neil are where im struggling a little. Neil more than humphrey.

for humphrey, i was thinking him reading on a couch with puppy stache next to him. (Butlericfy’s suggestion basically) & then behind him would be a balcony opened up onto greenstone behind him, including parts of the sea. I feel pretty good about this one, but im not sure if there’s a better hobby for him to be doing? Like bro, what do u do in ur spare time? (The book hes reading is one his mom gave him is my thought).

now, onto my poor boy neil. What are your hobbies bro?? Do you do anything?? My only thought was to have him doing some healing, which i know he does in his spare time. But like humphrey’s its not quite a hobby yknow? It is what ill go with tho if inspiration doesn’t strike.

OKAY so the third set (ik its a lot) is less detailed in thought so far. Basically i just wanna do team biscuit as well as farrah & gary with their summoned familiars. Like either in battle or doing something cute yknow? So no sophie or rufus. Maybe ill give them a drawing of them like playing a board game together while everyone’s out bonding with their familiars lol.

alright guys we’re almost done. (Im not even sure if anyone likes these in depth musings on art i wanna make but whatevs. At the least, they’ll serve as notes for me). SO! The last two pieces i have thought of but im floundering a bit for the second one. Theyre both big group drawings &, like all the other things i wanna draw for this fandom, are gonna be hella difficult.

first, i wanna do a team biscuit eating lunch in the cloud house. I want people laughing & eating & some little character dynamic details & stache transformed into something silly with a mustache. The whole nine yards of a cute group drawing.

the second is where the difficulties come in. I want to draw something similar to the first. But a picnic/bbq in greenstone cause i think thatll look nice & i want it to have team biscuit, farrah, rufus, and gary. But also dawn, taika, erika, emi, asya, kaito, jason’s dad, jason’s uncle, ian, amy, kaito’s two kids, greg, and maybe craig vermillion. And you may be like, “three of those people are dead & the rest aren’t in this world!” And that’s where the conundrum comes in. I want two versions of this one. a would just be like a normal happy gathering & b would have jason looking straight at the viewer, face blank & SOMETHING with the people who aren’t supposed to be here!

but!! How to change them?? So, i want the dead people & the alive people on earth (plus dawn i think) to look visually different. My first thought was having the dead ones like either in black & white or just black silhouettes? Like how they were when they were summoned? And then the earth ones would be like slightly transparent, maybe with a kinda blurry face? But im just not sure. Thoughts?

anywho, AFTER ALL OF THAT, i wanna do little comics! (Especially the clive becoming manic over magic. I havent forgotten evilphrog!!)

so yes. This is my ramble of plans! Hopefully i will get it done eventually! Yayyyy!!

as always pls no spoilers!

[magpigment]

a straightforward guide to rectifying your own (un)ending: by william wisp

1. accept that nothing you ever thought you were is permanent. you're in a constant state of flux (or at least, a constant state of decline. what's the difference between transformation and decomposition, really?)

2. you are already familiar with grieving, both in yourself and others. (you'll never forget the sounds of your mother crying over her baby boy that died in the room across from your bedroom. you put your hand to your chest and feel your pitter pattering heartbeat in the long nights after 'the accident'.) youre very familiar with grief, indeed.

3. get used to feeling like youre haunting your own life, like youre possessing your own body, like youre a ghost trying to remember what it feels like to be the person youre scared you no longer are. it never goes away. you know youll hope for it to, anyway.

4. your joints are stiff. you remember reading about rigor mortis a while back (you cant forget it. you cant forget any of it. youve tried).

5. arent you tired? youre scared to fall asleep. youre scared you wont wake up.

6. if youre not already accustomed with shame, youll learn soon enough. you already hated most things about yourself before you died. you think you hate this part most of all. (you feel it festering where your heart is meant to be. you dont want to check if you still have a pulse.)

7. you want to help people. you try to help people. you fail to help people. rinse. repeat. youre not a hero. you dont have superpowers. youre just a dead kid. you really thought youd be good for anything other than haunting the people you care about?

8. you shouldve stayed in the dirt. (you know youd just crawl right back out. there's still mud under your nails. in your lungs.)

9. your name is on a tombstone. you stare at it. you stare at it. you stare at it. you dont blink.

10. your older brother thinks youre a freak. you dont tell him that you agree. you dont tell him anything. you dont tell him anything at all anymore. it's not really such a big difference to how it was before.

11. youre nothing but a bad omen. you dont know how everybody else keeps missing the signs. (you cant feel your fingers.)

12. the stages of decomposition are fresh, bloat, putrefaction, advanced decay, and skeletonization. you dont know which stage youre at. you dont even know if that applies to you anymore. (you cant feel your fingers.)

13. youre scared. (when are you not? you know youre a coward. you cant feel your fingers.)

14. rules of three. before, during, after. limbo. maybe it's all limbo. there's nothing left for you here. there's nothing left for you there. you dont know which is worse, lingering or passing on. you really are just a ghost, arent you?

15. avoid your reflection like the plague. you were never really pretty before, but now you look ghastly, all gaunt skin and eyebags and twitching tendons. (rigor mortis. you cant tell if the shudder that runs through you is from revulsion or a dying muscle spasm.)

16. you dont sleep anymore. youre pretty sure you dont need to anymore. youre still tired.

17. ignore the chill that never goes away.

18. ignore the way you reek of death. animals never go near you, now. you see vultures circling ahead that disappear when you blink. (just a carcass with the audacity to still walk around.)

19. ignore your friends concern. if you pretend everything is fine enough, maybe itll be true.

20. ignore how hopeless it all feels. youve seen the afterlife. there's nothing waiting for you there, so dont even think about it.

21. ignore the way your hands shake.

22. ignore the fact your chest doesnt move from breaths.

23. ignore that your wounds dont heal quite right.

24. ignore the disgust you feel whenever you move and your joints dont bend the way theyre meant to.

25. ignore your shame, ignore your fear, ignore the fact your heart doesnt beat anymore-

26. ignore it all

27. you cant

28. you cant

29.

30.

31.

32. you try anyway

33.

34. rinse. repeat.

35. ....

36. accept this crypt of a person youve become. you think, maybe, that this fate hangs over you like a guillotine- like this death was meant to happen, like you were always meant to become this. it all seems too perfect to be coincidence, right?

37. 'william wisp, the one meant to be the wisperer, keeper of the wispering woods, born and raised (and killed) in deadwood.' it's all so cliche.

38. that dread builds in your throat like phlegm. you cant accept it, but what other choice do you really have?

39. after all, you couldn't have ended up any other way!

[acronym-chaos]

Erisolsprite (Homestuck) ID Pack

[PT: Erisolsprite (Homestuck) ID Pack].

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Names

[PT: Names].

Adalia, Angus, Angustias, Antigone, Aporia, Aquemini, Arlo, Bethney, Binary, Brone, Claudius, Demi, Deuce, Devland, Devlen, Dichot, Dolly, Dusine, Echo, Eilif, Eleri, Emanita, Ewan, Fogarty, Gerran, Glitch, Halv, Janus, Katherine, Leah, Mara, Melton, Minuette, Mismatch, Moros, Nino, Nycto, Otto, Paradox, Patchwork, Polly, Scission, Thomas, Trystan, Twine

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Aqua / Aquarius / Aquaris, Corpse / Corpses / Corpses, Dead / Dead / Deads, Doom / Doom / Dooms, Echo / Echo / Echos, Flux / Fluxs / Fluxs, Fu / Fuse / Fus, Gemini / Geminis / Geminis, Glitch / Glitched / Glitcheds, Hope / Hopes / Hopes, Mock / Mocks / Mocks, Null / Nulls / Nulls, Pi / Pixel / Pix, Rift / Rifts / Rifts, Spi / Sprite / Sprites, Vo / Void / Voids, Wisp / Wisps / Wisps

Titles

[PT: Titles].

[Noun] Made of Scraps, [Noun] Stitched Together by a Clown, [Pronoun] Who Suffers in Silence, [Pronoun] Whose Existence is a Paradox, [Pronoun] Whose Presence Disrupts the Code, A Fusion of Conflict, A Mismatched Resurrection, A Sprite Torn Between Selves, The Amalgamation of Hope and Doom, The Duality Embodiment, The Echo of Two Souls, The Ghost Who Hates Being Alive, The Glitch in the System

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[emmajh97]

Was inspired by the Yoasobi song Idol to come up with an AU version of my hero boy Flux Wisp

If Alano ever gave up on the secret identity thing, I could see him merging his super popular youtube persona and his superhero persona, evolving from the Janus character type to the Star character type. Hero name Flux Wisp + online alias EtherealAce = Flux Ethereal!

[magistralucis]

Okay, your turn! Unhinged Character Bingo for… Zultanekh

Is Zultanekh an oddball? He is. Has he charmed his way into my heart? He has. Could I resist infecting him with all the angst in The Twice-Dead King and scores more? Certainly, I could not.

While one of the more reasonable characters in the duology by far, I do think Zultanekh has a spot in this bingo, since he is very weird. The things which motivated him to stick with Oltyx's voyage have almost nothing to do with necron ways of thought. He himself is quite well-adjusted, and narrowly avoids a full bingo on all fronts - but by canonically managing to collect both parental issues, from the same person no less, he merits a honorable mention. 😂

Also this made me scribble. Read more for Z/D angst. TDK spoilers.

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Truthfully, he was close to giving up on the idea Djoseras could be entertained, at least in a way they could both share. Zultanekh is, therefore, astonished when the fair kynazh expresses an interest in the art of metallurgy - and even more so when he requests a presentation of Ogdobekh alloys, promptly if at all possible.

"At Vorronezh," is the core of Djoseras's short explanation, the prince retaining a stiffness of tone despite his curiosity. "The foundries - the metals you had in store. There was fine work being done there. Suffice to say my brother now bears the best of it in his hand, and good for him, as good as anything can ever be."

He's referring to an Ithakan victory back in the war. It makes Zultanekh smile. Despite the ages past, and of his brother's bitter exile, he can't resist tilting his chin proudly at the thought; that's all Djoseras, graceful, soft-spoken, and carrying a very big stick (metaphorically or otherwise) ready to strike out at any second. "This one will certainly attest to that glaive's quality, Djoseras, and may it serve the nomarch well. But what purpose would a scion of Ithakas seek in our alloys? The keenest blades? The sturdiest bastions?"

Djoseras defies expectations once more. "Precious metals. One tires of the fighting and the flux."

"So the kynazh appreciates his bright impermanent things!" Zultanekh laughs. Djoseras tenses, reflexively, though just shy of a bristle. Seeing this, the Crown Prince spares him further discomfort, resting a warm and powerful hand upon his shoulder. "Well, have you come to the right place? Yes, you have. For who has the right to the coffers of the Ogdobekh, the finest of our gold and the wealth of ages past? Anathrosis, of course, of the Black Star! … And, yes, well, Zultanekh too, by virtue of heirship to his matriarch. Come, and I will show you."

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Nothing about metal is permanent. Many have forgotten this truth, but the Ogdobekh live it still. Living or non-living, a metal is a thing with memory: it is fated to be shaped, and to perhaps hold that form for a long time, but eventually it must be made new again. The concept of memory implies survival. Through countless softenings and forgings it carries on slivers of what it used to be, no one fold nor join identical to one that came before it. A metal's past directly informs its future behaviour. Zultanekh would not call this trait heka - no form of silver can defy the laws of silverbeing to become a gold, nor can copper become silver, no matter how much one alters their proportions - but he and his metallurgists consider it the metal's will, and they have never been let down by observing it wherever they could.

Precious metals have it the strongest. By virtue of their utility they live closest to their wearer, and whatever they go through the metals also go through: a careful polish, the violence of the theft, excoriated shavings. The wisps of gold woven into Djoseras's necrodermis are a soft and holy thing, whereas the gold that covers his sire is most foul, the shell as ugly and tortured as the being encased within it. No jeweler worth his deben in buillons would ever go near it, unless Unnas were to endure the star gods' furnaces a second time - and since no one has nor should have to do that, the history of Unnas's gold might as well stop there altogether. Zultanekh is careful to say absolutely none of this as he takes Djoseras through the display.

"Electrum - spangold - the greatest deposit of metagold currently known outside of the solar cults," he says as he takes up two alloys, comparing them side by side. "Experiments with strangesteel. Yet so far nothing short of pure metagold seems to recreate living light, or so we call the insidious tricks of the Nephrekh." He puts them down again, though not before glancing meaningfully at the other. "I'd heard your metagold was sacrificed to Antikef's star, all those millions of years ago. I dare say it's a shame, Djoseras; I would have liked to call upon you for assistance."

Djoseras considers this information silently. Sadly the experiments will have to wait, for it is not gold which has captivated the kynazh's oculars tonight; no, it's silver he wants to see, his lithe body glittering like it as he contemplates its pure form. "Such a fussy thing." He comments, and Zultanekh catches not a small hint of self-deprecation. Djoseras tends to be so careful with his speech (the blandness of it drives the Ogdobekh prince mad sometimes), and he had not thought his vocal acutators were capable of such bitterness. "Ever since the flames of biotransference I have been loyal only to this vermeil. It is a mirror no one could bear. So clear, and yet so easily damaged, and the marks will never come out."

He looks up then, right into Zultanekh's oculars. "Have you an alloy for that?"

All of a sudden Zultanekh desires, painfully, to catch his breath.

"All the ones you'd already know."

In truth, silver is not favoured among the Ogdobekh. They like it fine, it's just that it's best off used as it is. The traits that make silver desirable are quickly lost in alloys - gold drowns it out entirely, lesser metals cut its value, whilst strangesteel lends it a sharp iridescent hue that has nothing to do with silver at all - it is a metal that dies, in other words, if it is anything other than itself. And the Ogdobekh so hate to murder. So does Zultanekh, standing beside the finest silver in all of Ithakas, privy to the cracks that lie underneath. For the silver is Ithakas and Ithakas is the silver. And Djoseras is silver. He mirrors equally all the things that surround him, and when Zultanekh stands close he holds all of Zultanekh upon his surface. But he is not visible unless Zultanekh steps away, the ruddy hue vanishing from his calmwater features, alone and exquisite in the ruins of his city. A lake he can never explore, droplets he can never hold.

He could bring the whole galaxy to its knees and Djoseras will never be his.

"You are right, of course. True silver is soft, too delicate to do much with."

But Zultanekh knows better than to bring any of this up, and when he finally finds the words for his vocal emitter, he keeps them objective and measured. Leaning down beside Djoseras, he chooses an alloy sample that looks the least like an alloy, tracing around the orb with a fingertip. "There are limits to what we can mix it with, but it does need a trace of something else to endure. And our ancestors knew, as you and I do, that the strongest silvers are braced with copper." (Was that a twitch from the kynazh? Zultanekh hopes it was. It is so much more interesting than his daytime stillness.) "Look at this: nine parts silver, one part copper, the best our jewelers will work with. But where you could avoid the physical damage, tarnish would follow, and some take that poorly. Fussy, as you say."

Djoseras buzzes quietly in irritation. For the millionth time he considers the other's copperclad attire. "You are so changeable."

"But present." Zultanekh counters. Djoseras might be bothered by the effort the Ogdobekh must put into preening themselves, but he does not feel it to be wasteful, nor would he apologize for what is natural. "Stains are a part of life, Djoseras."

Djoseras's interstitial link slides shut. It will not open again until they leave this chamber, or else the kynazh this planet, and Zultanekh tries to accept it for what it is. Zultanekh is the Crown Prince. Zultanekh is not a petulant child, he reminds himself, noting for the millionth time that it's nothing personal. It's just Djoseras is fragile, iron-brittle beneath his nobility, and he will break if made to bend too far. Zultanekh need not be the hammer. Anyone could do it, the kynazh's own brother has done it, and it will happen again. He could be welded back together, but since metals have a memory, he will never be the same - and there is nothing Zultanekh fears more than to lose Djoseras as he is now, beautiful and so proud, dying like his dynasty around him. Zultanekh is not a victim of melancholy, nor an indecisive wreck.

What Zultanekh is, however, is sorry. Slowly his hand reaches for the other's, pauses halfway, makes do with a comforting touch on the shoulder. Their oculars still fixed upon the sample alloy.

"This one would brace you well," he whispers, "if you'd like."

Probably for the best, he thinks, that neither of them are versed in linguistical ambiguities.

[bbraefairy]

ONLY FOR YOU

synopsis ➝ rachel is in toxic relationship with her boyfriend, ace. when rachel moves to jump city and meets her neighbor garfield, things get complicated.

warnings ➝ toxic relationships, smut n kinks (rough sex, spanking, oral sex, etc.), hook-up, profanity. dom!gar sub!rae

this story is not intended to endorse toxic relationships, elements are simply for plot. characters are 20+ n all sex is safe, sane, con.

a/n ➝ literally one of my proudest works, i hope u guys enjoy this snippet !!

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ (( ch 18, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞 )) ᖭི༏ᖫྀ

“Arch your back.” He says, and she does, "Jus' like you did for me when we took that picture. Don't even have the hands to record you 'nd how pretty you look for me, but I'll make it up."

Garfield teased his phallus against Rachel’s folds. His mass, folded in her crevices, moves against the exterior of her abyss, and the crack of her ass. There’s small rings of redness around the jewels in her back, which he brushed his thumb over.

He rasped, "Jewels look hot as hell on your back, Rae."

Rachel makes a needy sound, and her hand, above her head, curls into a fist against the wall.

“You’re testing me.” The annoyance in her voice is obvious.

“I am. Tryna see how long it’s gonna take for you to stop being so prideful and beg for me.”

Rachel winced, feeling his tip play about an inch inside of her, then pull ever so slowly out.

“Please, Gar."

“Hi, angel face. Feel like talkin’ to me now?” He nibbled her ear, and bit down on it lightly.

“Mm—” Rachel's mouth got caught between her teeth as she grasped his forearm. Then she guided his phallus where she wanted it, “Get inside of me, please, please, please.”

“There you go, sweet girl, that's all you had to say."

He dipped himself in her magic depths at a leisurely pace, “Shit,” Garfield roughly grabbed her face, and put one of his index fingers in her mouth. She sucked. Then he husked, “You’re so wet and desperate, Rae.”

Her temptation was scorching and running over, and he was reduced to a feral creature because of the magic dust in between her thighs. Rachel’s voice cracks as the roughness of her skin against the wall, the soreness of the new piercings, the numbness in her knees, and Garfield’s discourteous fucking immersed her nervous system.

But she kept going — Yes, yes, fuck meee.

Pain tolerance.

Rachel writhed, praising her neighbor. Wisps of her hair got caught in her mouth as she squealed. “Just like that, Gar. I want to get every inch of you that I can. Yes, fuck, I love that. Rough as fuck— Gar!”

Garfield tightens his grip on her hips, holds her arm behind her back so she could feel more tension. Grunt deep in his chest. Tugs her hair ‘cuz he knows she likes that. 

“You tell me you hate me, tell me to mark you all over, tell me you want every inch of me. You jus’ love when I fuck you, that bad.”

Shades of grey and deep intoxication. Poetic seduction and dripping almond. Sweet apple and a mystic core. He was careening and ravenous, as he met the piece of heaven residing between her thighs. Her softness was compatible with his roughness. His thrusts deepens her arch. Cosmic precipice and the flux.

They were a gritty, erotic union.

A sound of pleasure breaks from Rachel’s mouth.

“You can’t be too loud, angel face. I know it’s hard.”

But she can’t keep the sounds from coming, and they get more erotic and loud as he keeps going at it. 

And he wasn’t planning to stop now.

Garfield shakes his head, takes her shredded underwear and stuffs it in her mouth. She could taste the pre-wetness on her tongue. It was like she was given a taste of her own medicine. It was like he was out for revenge. Whether it was because she was with Ace before him, or that he loved to ravage her.

Both were reasonable conclusions.

“Panties in your mouth since you can’t keep quiet.”

Then he fucks her even deeper. Even rougher.

Rachel’s eyes were watery with desire, her makeup was smudged, and a puddle of warmth was brewing inside of her. Rachel’s head angles back, and Garfield interlaces his fingers with her hand that was on the wall. He holds her arm that was behind her back and in his hand tighter.

Garfield whispers gently in Rachel’s ears as tears glissade down the creases of pleasure in her face. She bites down hard on the fabric as his deep whisper tingled on her neck. “Stay with me, sweet girl. Stay with me."

Even then, she felt so cherished, seen, and cared for.

Drenched inhibitions and words recited just below a whisper. Giving and receiving. Streaming and pulsing. Ethereal creatures and ecstatic rhythms. Deep breaths and broken ebbs. She moaned, muffled, when he told her to take it. Told her to make it. Selfish and benevolence. Fully attuned to the need, desire, and ways to each other’s bodies.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Garfield’s knees turn to steel and he feels the pressure in his blood, “You got the strongest, wettest, most prettiest pussy in the world. I’m so lucky to have you.”

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[of-stars-and-dust]

Astronomy Picture of the Day

2025 May 7

Galaxy Wars: M81 versus M82

Two large galaxies are shown against a dark starfield. The galaxy on the upper left has blue spiral arms speckled with red nebulae. The galaxy on the lower right has a white line with red filaments on each side. Thin wisps cover some of the rest of the field.

Image Credit & Copyright: Collaborative Astrophotography Team (CAT)

Explanation: In the upper left corner, surrounded by blue arms and dotted with red nebulas, is spiral galaxy M81. In the lower right corner, marked by a light central line and surrounded by red glowing gas, is irregular galaxy M82. This stunning vista shows these two mammoth galaxies locked in gravitational combat, as they have been for the past billion years. The gravity from each galaxy dramatically affects the other during each hundred-million-year pass. Last go-round, M82's gravity likely raised density waves rippling around M81, resulting in the richness of M81's spiral arms. But M81 left M82 with violent star forming regions and colliding gas clouds so energetic the galaxy glows in X-rays. This big battle is seen from Earth through the faint glow of an Integrated Flux Nebula, a little studied complex of diffuse gas and dust clouds in our Milky Way Galaxy. In a few billion years, only one galaxy will remain.

Authors & editors: Robert Nemiroff (MTU) & Jerry Bonnell (UMCP)

NASA Official: Amber Straughn

A service of: ASD at NASA / GSFC,

NASA Science Activation

& Michigan Tech. U.

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

Radiation belt electron wisp inside South Atlantic anomaly due to terrestrial VLF transmitter observed by MSS-1

This research work was conducted by Professor Zong and his team at Peking University and State Key Laboratory of Lunar and Planetary Science, Macau University of Science and Technology. They developed the Medium-energy Electron Spectrometer onboard the Macao Science Satellite – 1, which enabled a comprehensive measurement of the full pitch angle distribution at Low-Earth-Orbit. The Macao Science Satellite - 1 (MSS) comprises two satellites orbiting the Earth at an inclination of 41°. MSS1-A follows a circular orbit at an altitude of 450 km, while MSS1-B's orbit is elliptical, ranging between 450 and 500 km in altitude.

With energetic electron observation from MSS-1, they report the initial observation of a 'wisp' precipitation with peak intensity detected inside the South Atlantic Anomaly. The South Atlantic Anomaly is a region within near-Earth space where the geomagnetic field is significantly weaker and the flux of energetic particles is higher compared to other areas. This anomaly poses a space weather hazard to Low-Earth-Orbit satellites.

Evidence has been found that Very Low Frequency (VLF) waves emitted by the powerful ground VLF radio transmitter in Australia, known as NWC, can scatter the pitch angle of energetic electrons in the inner radiation belt. This scattering directs electrons into the drift loss cone, forming a 'wisp,' which is characterized by its peak intensity outside the South Atlantic Anomaly region (SAA), and a 'rift' with minimal intensity within the SAA.

With MSS-1 data, however, the researchers found unusual peak ‘wisp’ instead of minimum inside SAA related to NWC. The researchers attribute the 'wisp' within the anomaly to a specific pitch angle range just outside the drift loss cone, a measurement that was unattainable by previous satellites. Moreover, the researchers distinguished between the trapped and precipitating electron populations. The analysis, directly derived from the ratio of these populations, revealed that approximately 2-5% of trapped electrons will be lost in this specific wisp due to the influence of the ground VLF transmitter. The results not only complement existing evidence of energetic electron pitch angle scattering facilitated by the ground VLF transmitter but also provide a quantitative estimation of its impact.

IMAGE: Panel (a) shows the trajectory of MSS1-A crossing the SAA on a geographic map, the color indicates the integral flux of 40-750 keV electrons, accompanied by L-shell contour lines. The star marks the start position of the trajectory. Panel (b) shows the spectrogram of the electron omni differential flux, the wisp can be seen as an energy-dispersed spike. The real-time L-shell is shown with the white dashed line along the ordinate on the right. Panel (c) presents the electron omni differential flux of several energy bands with lines of different colors. Panel (d-f) are in the same format, capturing observations from MSS1-B approximately 8 minutes later. Credit ©Science China Press

[psychics4unet]

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