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deathsmallcaps · 11 months

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Maybe it’s just because there’s only so many ways to draw a type of thing, but I have seven thoughts about Elemental (2023) after watching it again lol.

1. It showcases a lovely balanced relationship between artists. Ember, of course, has an eye and hand for glass making, and Wade sees the potential and ability she has; how her light shines through to the world and him, figuratively and literally. Meanwhile, Wade’s way with words is more subtle, but really reaches in deep and converts visual art into emotion; it takes a good writer and speaker to convey feeling into accessible ideas. And Ember recognizes his talent, and lets it touch her.

They bring light into each other’s lives; without each other, they were fine and functioning and almost happy, but when they have the other, that’s just the icing on the cake.

2. The art style looks worse without motion. Both characters are constantly unconsciously moving in every shot; Ember flickers and Wade drips. Plus, the way light works with them and around them doesn’t translate well to a still image (especially with Ember; it’s hard to draw without outline, and I think it helped with visibility and stability on the screen, but in stills it looks awkward.).

A lot of fan art I’m seeing seems to struggle with this outline/still problem, again more with Ember than with Wade, but a lot of artists have added their own spin and style and made it work. I think the problem is directly related to how it’s difficult to capture water, fire and light ‘sources’ like the moon via photo. So if the art style for that particular aspect is turning you off, and you’ve only seen stills, I’d suggest you watch a bit of video or a good gif set (there’s already quite a few) before deciding whether it’s worth watching or not.

3. Speaking of art, this movie really reminded me of Studio Ghibli movies. Maybe there’s only so many ways to draw something, or maybe it’s just the Howl’s Moving Castle (both book and film) and Ponyo fan in me, but Ember for sure took a lot of visual inspiration from Calcifer, it’s the red outline and such, and Wade the waves from Ponyo. It was fun to see! Also tbh I saw some Dr. Seuss CGI movie shapes in their bodies.

4. Ember and Burnie breaking the cycle. When Burnie left Fire Land for Element City, he was following his dreams (and he even started enough of a trend that his whole neighborhood because a new fire town). But his Sad disagreed with him. As a last attempt at connection, Burnie bowed a Bok Sa (sp?), a very deep bow, to his father, to show respect and love. His Dad did not return the gesture, spurning his son and his dreams, and turned away.

When Ember leaves for the glassblowing internship, she performed a Bok Sa for her Dad (and it’s so intimate guys. Like it’s almost embarrassing to look at because it’s raw and passionate and I really admire the creators for Not restraining it). Burnie sees a chance to show his daughter that he loves her, and that he respects her dreams (despite his and Cinder’s sacrifice of emigration from Fire Land, which is a big theme in this movie), and so he holds back the hurt his father laid upon him, so many years ago. He does a Bok S- back. It’s wonderful. I’m not sure he would’ve done that at the beginning of the movie, but his love for his daughter won out in the end.

(I just wish that the mother-daughter relationship received a little more canon consideration as well, but I appreciate the movie for the relations it did focus on.)

5. The city fucks up in a big way, and of course it’s up to the people affected to solve it, at least in the short term. Despite water being a huge hazard and supposedly already gotten rid of in fire town, there’s still a water train that passes regularly and always displaces enough water to kill a fire person. And in terms of the dam, there’s so much bureaucracy that Gale (the city safety officer?) found it easier to (nearly) shut down a business than to get a health hazard (the broken dam) fixed.

And when Ember covers up the hole, she leaves it! Her tempered glass doesn’t get support, and it eventually cracks and floods Fire Town, nearly killing lots of residents and leading to Wade’s evaporation.

6. Feel free to add on but I’m surprised that no globe has really talked about the disability angle yet. I i afraid I don’t have enough experience being physically disabled to talk about it in a nuanced enough way but oh well. It’s there. The way the fire people needed different transportation (also there was a fire person in a wheelchair. How things that are safe for others could kill them (Cinder nearly died while carrying ember because a guy dripped on her, which is a thing that others would find mildly inconvenient). How Wade’s nephew casually mentioned that Ember could die if she stepped off her mobility aid (the floatie) and proceeded to mess with it. And of course the shame, embarrassment and fear of being excluded & discriminated against.

7. More Men Should Cry!!! It literally saved Wade’s life lmao.

#elemental spoilers #elemental #elemental (2023)#pixar’s elemental #wade ripple #ember lumen #yes I have brain rot #also all the fire people (afaik) had lighter colored flares coming out of the corners of their eyes #the older ones had little crows feet red/dark orange lines too #it’s a nice touch #also I’m surprised that no one has really talked about the disability angle yet. I don’t think I have enough exp being physically disabled #to talk about it in a nuanced enough way but it’s there #the way the fire people needed different transportation (also there was a fire person in a wheelchair in one scene!)#how things that were safe for others could kill them (Cinder nearly died because a guy dropped on her which is a thing other people could #live with easily though they would be annoyed)#how Wade’s nephews messed with ember’s mobility device (a floatie) and flippantly mentioned show she could die without it #etc. and of course the shame fear and embarrassment of being excluded and discriminated against #which can be interpreted though so many lenses #AND

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thermesiini · 5 months

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i was mad when rita died but honestly now that they've replaced with a character who has actual writing i think it was a good decision

#theyre both devices for furthering dexters character development but rita was just like there.#lumen is an actual character.#at first you think ritas death is just another case of classic misogyny tv show writing #which it is btw. but its nothing new her writing was always nothing to begin with #and then they throw lumen at you who feels a lot more purposeful than rita #and i enjoy their dynamic a lot more.

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theradicalkanji · 3 months

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I want to ramble a out crazy DND stuff again. For the last few weeks our team has been on a mission to rescue hostages from the evil army. The evil army has been using hostages on their ships to prevent The Good Guys ™️ from just blowing the ships up.

We had a couple of pretty intense battles on the main ships in the armada (the flagship and the battleship.) But after that the rest of the ships were all smaller skirmishers or supply ships.

My DM lets me get away with a lot of nonsense with Detect Thoughts, and I fully admit this.

My character is a storm fairy with the telepathic feat. He's small. He can fly. He can cast detect thoughts. And he can send telepathic messages back to the crew. This made him perfect for scouting runs. I had him do laps around the enemy ships while using Detect Thoughts and ping as many minds as possible. Once someone has been detected with detect thoughts, the surface level thoughts can also be heard. So tried to pick out the surface level thoughts of all the people on the ship and sort through who was a soldier and who was a hostage. Doing this, he was able to map the location of all the people on the ship and relay this back to the main party so they could sneak up on the ship. Silently take down the guards on the perimeter, rescue the hostages, and get out without being seen. Doing this tactic we were able to clear out two ships without taking any damage.

One of the ships, however, had another storm fairy on it. One of Lumen's friends was captive, and the fairy was hooked up to a device which drained it's power and powered a device which controlled the weather in the area. Lumen managed to sneak in, get to the device, and (having escaped a similar device himself) as able to disarm it and get the fairy to safety without the crew noticing. After that, Lumen began to do the thing where he maps the ship with detect thoughts, however, this time he failed the stealth check. (he's small but he glows in the dark and is super noisy. The dude has no dex mod. )

The guards spot him and raise the alarm, but to his (and my) surprise. The guards were like. "The fairy escaped! Get him back into the lantern!" And so Lumen is like. Wait. They think I'm Zip. This is perfect!

Lumen relays as much of the hostages locations that he can and starts zooming around the deck of the ship just being a total nuisance and being and obnoxiously hard to catch as possible. (And thanks to taking the dodge action every turn and having 24 AC with shield, the guards straight up couldn't hit him.) While the guards are busy with him, the rest of the party managed to slip in and rescue the hostages without taking a single point of damage.

#dnd #d&d #dungeons and dragons #dungeons & dragons

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the-consortium · 9 months

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Dear dr. Bile.

I have heard rumours that you might own the most priceless collections of ancient music data device in the galaxy, some mythical objects called "records". Can you tell us how you came across them, and which is your favorite?

In the semi-darkness of the room without windows, crowds of pedestals emerge as light from the opening door falls into the cavernous gloom. Rows and rows of pedestals. Each about chest high for an Astartes and made of dark stone. On top, a superstructure of glass and with golden struts around the edges. Luxurious on the one hand, yet simple on the other.

In each of these presentation showcases, a stasis field holds something in suspension.

Lumen globes illuminate each cabinet with matte light in which not even dust dances, so pure is the space kept.

And no two things on display are alike - apart from the fact that they are all flat and rectangular. There seem to be two or three standard sizes, but the design is different for each object.

As the Chief Apothecary enters the room, rows of lumen strips on the ceiling automatically switch on. The clack of their activation travels down into the depths, bringing more and more of the pedestals out of the darkness. When finally everything is illuminated, it becomes clear that there must be thousands of display cases.

Fabius walks between the rows to the centre of the room, where a huge cogitor console is connected to several external appliances. Voxcasters are set up and hung at obviously precisely calculated points. An armchair with a side table stands in a place that is presumably just as precisely calculated. On the table a bottle of Amasek, a glass and a silver cigarette case.

"No one enters this room except me and the service servitors. Not even the noise marines are allowed in here. I provide them with digital copies, of course. But the originals stay here.

There are hardly any surviving records from pre-unification times. And the hunt for them keeps some rogue traders busy, whom I pay well enough that they can retire after a few successful heists. Fortunately, I have little competition for that. Quite a few of my brothers may find old music interesting, but they almost always settle for copies. They're not really prestige items."

He wanders between the showcases. Touches some in passing. "I don't have a favourite object. Each of them has significance in its own way. But some of them are very suitable for concentrated work. Sometimes I wish I could find out in which context this music was played. Weddings? Ceremonial occasions? Military parades? For example, this song … it's in an archaic version of the language I grew up with. But it seems like meanings have changed completely. I desperately need to find a linguist to sort it out."

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#Warhammer #roleplay #Ask post #nina hagen #Fabius Bile

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raiiryuu · 1 month

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Laxus stared at the mobile communications lacrima; the backlit screen in the otherwise dark room made his eyes twinge in a way that'd become familiar since his teen years, the rapid adjustment to the light long since becoming the new normal.

His thumb hovered over one contact in particular, no calls ever made to it, very few messages sent back and forth. The image was just a picture taken of an old photo, particularly old if he was smiling -- he'd hardly want to track him down just to get a picture for something this trivial. Something he rarely bothered to acknowledge, much less use.

Not that he particularly wanted to see the man at all, anymore.

The last conversation they'd had over texts was shortly after the Grand Magic Games, a year or two ago now. Another warning about Lumen Histoire, another ploy for information Laxus didn't have. He'd responded with the same indifference he had during their fight, reminding him he knew nothing, and even if he did it wasn't like he'd have any inclination to tell, but indifference wasn't really how he felt, was it? Scrolling up, most of the other messages were similar -- their contact had been few and far between over the years, consisting of a few sporadic text conversations (including several that were leftover from the seven years he'd been on Tenrou, left unanswered) and a single missed call. He had only really reached out when he thought he could get something out of Laxus, and that hadn't changed in the time they'd been back.

And now Laxus had an unread message from him. At 3 AM.

He had half a mind to just answer with something simple and along the lines of fuck you without even reading it, but with an aggravated groan he just tossed the device back onto the table instead. This was the last thing he wanted to be worrying about this late/early, especially on a job. But now that the message had brought that train of thought up, he couldn't exactly stop it.

He'd put in some inquiries, not long after they got back from Tenrou. Gajeel had told him what he'd learned while working as a double agent once Laxus had been reinstated, including the part about Laxus's father being after his lacrima. A couple of anonymous questions in the right ears and he'd heard a bit more than he wanted to know. Apparently, it was a seller's market now: if someone possessed a lacrima from any type of dragon, they could ask a king's ransom and they'd find someone willing to pay within a week. He doubted that idea his father had of selling it would have been given up that easily, especially now that Laxus was back from that seven-year stasis. His appearance at the Games had been a rash move, one Laxus hadn't expected from him. Almost desperate. It didn't make sense that he'd just disappear, after that -- if Flare's words were anything to go by, they'd been released shortly after being brought into custody, so it wasn't like he was rotting in jail somewhere.

If so, where was he now...?

Laxus shook his head to try and chase those thoughts from his mind, rolling over to put his back to the lacrima as it chirped again. He'd either deal with it in the morning or continue to ignore him, but right now he needed sleep.

Blip. Blip.

He turned with a growl and switched it to silent mode, catching Freed's eye open across the room.

"Don't worry about it," he grumbled, rolling over again. "Ain't urgent."

#v;; main { lightning dragon }#had a Shower Thought so now we get this]

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shuttershocky · 9 months

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Hello Shutters!!

Arknights question. I've finally decided to work on my modules for my 121 E2 operators (the ones that can)!! Bragging aside, I have no idea which one to pick for Lumen!! Both seem to have their uses, but I'm short on resources and saving some for the Monster Hunter collab, so I want to prioritize one. I'd like to hear your opinion on each!!

Thanks for your time!! Love this blog, and I hope you enjoy your day!!

Get the second one for sure, the module that removes healing penalty on the furthest tiles on a Therapist's attack range.

I have a harsh opinion on Lumen's first module. Giving himself status resistance is pretty pointless when he gives status resistance on anyone he heals, and having an anti-taunt won't do anything if you just don't deploy your medics last (and you shouldn't be doing that anyway). The upgrades increasing the duration of his status resist on heals also further makes the base effect pretty meh: if Lumen needs status resistance, he can always heal himself. The one exception is planting him next to a freezing device since those don't do any damage, but it's a bit too niche to be worth such expensive upgrades imo.

On the other hand his second module turns his gargantuan heals into truly big dick green numbers. Removing the penalty on the furthest away tiles makes Lumen able to heal for the full effect on every ally in his attack range (which means he can be placed further back without drawbacks), and the module upgrades increase the strength and reduce the cooldown of his instant heal on any ally that receives a debuff in his range.

Personally I don't think it's a necessary upgrade when Lumen's already incredibly powerful as a medic, but if you want to make his heals even stronger than they already are, then the second module should be your go-to.

#arknights

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umbranstilettos · 1 year

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Bayonetta Main Verse:

v; The Witch in Remembrance | Arch Eve I

These are the events of Bayonetta/Bayonetta:Bloody Fate, where Cereza has no recollection of her memories as a witch she received an intel from Enzo her informant about the gem called the Right Eye, to which she was looking for a connection to her Umbran Watch hopeful that it will bring her memories back.

She suffers constant flashbacks from her childhood and her banishment being labelled as an outcast by her peers. She works as a nun in her day job to perform send offs to reach a quota with her infernal partners, she woke up instinctively to a journalist diver who was taken apart in front of her and with muscle memory she barely defended herself all she heard were cries from a child to which she tried to look for but she ran out of the scene immediately to take the attention off from the child.

Her special ability on this variant is Hoodlum Burial to which she has specialized torture devices to use of the forces of Paradiso. This variant is much more confident with her skills which often is the cause of her being vulnerable she does have Umbran Climax however when utilizing the following skill she will expend her own health and magic and would only bring the wrath of Madama Butterfly to do this taxing method of bringing out her powers she often brews a batch of rose-shaped lollipops with the use of Unicorn Horns to keep up.

In this timeline she managed to discover her past self as young Cereza the child whom she mysteriously encountered and protected awakening her past self creating a shift in the multiverse this is Pure Cereza the variant which will awaken to her full potential and will be the variant in Bayonetta 3.

//This verse will be mostly used for those who requests it and also those who want a flashback of the young Cereza during her banishment as a Witch in Training.

v; The Witch with Discerning Eyes | Arch Eve II

This Bayonetta variant walked the identical path of the first in this verse Cereza dealt with the God of Chaos during her adventure to save her friend Jeanne in Inferno when a shift in the power between the realms occurred. In this timeline Vigrid more technically advanced and moved on from the Ragna Religion which brought forth advancement and investors making it more friendly to tourists compared to the first game.

In this variant she utilizes Umbran Climax; she has the power of Hoodlum Burial but with much more dexterity and power to harness her demons using spirit magic to release a barrage of attacks to which each motion will release the wrath of inferno.

//This is the verse to which I will normally use for my interactions. I prefer the 2nd game from the first game and her style is just lovely on the 2nd game don’t you think?

v; The Witch of Genesis | Arch Eve III

This Bayonetta is Pure Cereza the variant whom in the first game was awaken by the Witch of Remembrance, this variant reflected the teachings of her mummy and stood up to her peers and the resistance of Umbran Elders to harness other techniques in her years as a Witch in Training. In this timeline she performed equal to Jeanne and both learned the ancient arts of Demon Slave to which beyond her pact with Madama Butterfly she could summon the whole entirety of her choice to do her dirty work for her in combat.

This variant survived The Witch Hunts and being banished by Lumen Sages in Europe she chose to embark on a new hometown found by Dutch settled which was called New Amsterdam present day New York.

This variant dealt with the wrath of Angels/Demons her years of experience with Bullet Arts made her more experienced with the other two and the influence of her childhood and her days as a witch affected her work ethic during battlefield and her emotion towards situations compared to other variants.

Powers

Bayonetta is a powerful witch that can cast spells, incantations, and hexes during melee attacks coupled with her summons and manipulation of time can be a deadly combination.

Physical

Bullet Arts: Bayonetta has an unprecedented skill for the Bullet Arts and shows near mastery of a new weapon whenever she picks it up. Her combat skills are brutal and graceful. Bayonetta possesses superhuman speed and agility, being able to perform numerous acrobatic feats with ease. She also appears to be extremely perceptive, able to evade attacks from all directions through anticipating her enemy movements in battle. She also has immense superhuman strength and endurance.

Superhuman Strength and Speed: Her superhuman strength gives her the ability to toss a satellite back at an aged Balder several times and headbutt an entire skyscraper thrown at her by the former as well as using only her lower body to redirect an even larger satellite at Aesir. She is also able to effortlessly lift the likes of a Belief and block and hold a thrusting attack from a Valiance. She also was able to physically toss back Fortitudo with the aid of her mother, Rosa. She also possesses great speed, being capable of keeping up with the likes of Balder during his younger years and well as fighting on par with the Umbra Witch, Jeanne, whom was stated to be either just as strong as her or stronger. She also can lift a light post and physically overpower the likes of Alraune.

Immortality: With the Umbran Watch said to be the source of the powers and ultimately the heart of an Umbra Witch, grants her immortality with it being shattered from her battle with Singularity resulted to her untimely death.

Magic

With centuries worth of experience of the Dark Arts in her end along with grasping the powers of creation from The Left Eye of Darkness, Bayonetta channels and directs her spirit energy to summon and demons and time manipulation to her advantage.

Torture Attacks: Bayonetta can summon multiple devices from Inferno to torture her enemies these devices are inspired from the Middle Ages her method of choice for killing Angels.

Wicked Weave: Her weaponry being created from different materials and alloys from the demonic world also has each of her summons attached to it thus with each weapon depending on which weapon she is wielding, she used the limbs of her summons to increase the damage of her attacks.

#;verse | Bayonetta #;muse| Bayonetta

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plaguechyld · 6 months

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I think I have a theory...

Okay so the sun produces 98,000 lux (lumens per square meter) on a perpendicular surface at sea level, while the moon produces 0.05–0.1 lux, on a full moon it can go up to 0.32, so prehaps demons their skin is too weak for the sun, so if a lot of evolution and bla bla bla happens then MAYBE after millions of years they COULD walk into the sun

you're right...

bare with me this is a long ass ramble ☠️

cough cough idea: Muzan or some upperrank gets teleported millions of years into the future where it's 1 million(ish) years in the future.

This is just scientific theory but, our world will likely advance to a type 1 civilization on the kardashev scale in 100-200 years. We are currently at 0.7276 as of 2023, though because Muzan is from the early 1900s he'd be from a time before that.

A type 1 civilization is able to gather energy from a nearby star which would require us as a civilization currently to boost our energy production 100,000 times over. Though it's not unlikely for humans to advance to this at our current pace. (We have advanced from 0.3 to 0.7 in 2,000 years I believe) Also, looking at medicinal and life science improvements its theorized that we would wipe out most diseases and viruses, as well as regenerative medicine being able to restore organs.

Now, a type 2 civilization would be able to harness energy from their star and be able to control the star itself. One suggested device to allow that to happen would be a dyson sphere, though later theories proposed a dyson ring as a better idea. Going back to medical science, we would be able to extend our lifespan to it's max biologically speaking, no longer falling victim to disease or viruses and being able to *regenerate any part of the body.*

A type 3 civilization is able to travel between galaxies, evolution (in human terms) hundreds of thousands of years of evolution, both biological and mechanical. This will likely alter the human race as we know it, making cyborgs (both organic and not) possible, with descendants of the humans we know today becoming a subspecies. Now, being able to travel between galaxies means harnessing a lot of energy and people from this civilization would do that in a similar way that a type two civilization does so, but they could reach countless more stars.

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Ok! That part of the ramble is over, just needed to introduce the kardashev scale for all this to make proper sense. Now lets just go ahead and say when Muzan is transported he's transported to a time where the human race has advanced to type three.

Now, for the sake of this lets say that the demon race was never wiped out. Instead, over these hundreds of thousands of years they've been evolving, growing stronger and their feeding habits becoming sustainable. They have also undergone aggressive or mechanical evolution thanks to humans. Over the years they lose their original species name and become another subspecies of the human race. The mechanical evolution stopped mutations in appearance from showing up (no more gyokko or hand demon situation) for the most part. Harmless things like markings or limbs were left in because there was no reason to change them.

Also! Important thing is that demons are no longer infertile! They've been reproducing and are no longer reliant on blood transformations. However only a small section of "demons" remain immortal due to crossbreeding with humans and such.

Nobody is familiar with Muzan or the origin of "demons", though scientists were able to see patterns in their blood that showed clear signs of human tampering but because the medicine was never completed nor documented and blue spiders went extinct nearly a million years ago there was no way to trace anything back.

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Muzan and lets say the uppermoons now have to learn how to traverse the multi-galactic civilization and who knows.. maybe Muzan will even start up an organization or join one. Coughs in theory.

For the world itself, or worlds, there's obviously going to be multiple governments, spanning multiple galaxies. So perhaps a galaxy, or several are under the control of a terrorist organization aiming to grow their empire (that is unrecognized). Who knows.... HMMMM

#thoughts

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linaselandbasil · 1 year

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I'm thinking. I know, shocking. (That second sentence is specifically for my real life besties in case they're reading because they know me for my dumb of ass and not my scarily detailed scientific analysis of Valkyons genome)

I've been thinking about getting Ezarel (I've been thinking about him a lot lately, i miss my lil stickbug man) call Erika a Mary Sue, which would imply that he not only knows what a Mary Sue is, but is still socially unaware that one simply cannot call a real life person that. It could work, since he's autistic and I presume that he doesn't give a shit. Alternatively, I could have Lance do the same which wouldn't be that far of a reach because he already knows about the omegaverse and patently gives absolutely zero fucks about being socially palatable. The only problem with him saying it is that he's smart and insightful enough to know how Erika isn't a Mary Sue (in my fanfiction she won't be, don't come to burn me at stake alright?)

I have a few characters whose unfiltered opinion is my literary device to give explanation to things, Lance would be the only one I allow to say them out loud because I like to have at least one intimidatingly honest person on my roster. He's the perfect candidate because someone who doesn't sugarcoat or lie is most likely to be the outcast in a pit if snakes (pit of eels? Hmm)

Canon made him honest in the creepy way because he comes to the conclusion that everyone should die and he's not holding back on saying it. He's badly written in that way, because someone who acts like that would never be successful enough to actually break the crystal. I made him honest in the funny way because everyone is frikin goofy as shit and he's pointing it out. He has mommy issues himself so he's not going to miss his chance to yell 'NEVRA I KNOW YOUR DADDY DIDN'T LOVE YOU BUT THATS NOT A GOOD REASON TO TRY AND IMPRESS HIM! STOP, IF YOU WANT TO BEAT MY ASS, DO IT BECAUSE I FUCKED YOUR GIRLFRIEND!' across the field in front of everyone and their moms.

I summon the council! @losyashkakus @lunii12 @lumen-anima @aide-falls

What does the council think? Should I have someone call Erika a Mary Sue?

#eldarya #unhinged #aadiftraf #lance eldarya #fanfiction #eldarya erika #eldarya ezarel #ezarel

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mathcs · 1 year

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'FRACTURED' ARRIVAL / @ervaurem

「　... Good afternoon, this is the Department of Dimensional Affairs. We have a matter we'd like to discuss with you in person. Rest assured, there is no cause for immediate concern at this time. However, we believe a meeting is appropriate for the situation, as your safety is of utmost importance to us. We understand that you might be away at the moment, but please come to headquarters alone at your earliest convenience. We look forward to seeing you again, Doctor Mathis.　」

Finally, peace and quiet. From the moment he stepped back onto dry land, it'd been nonstop onlookers and even the odd handshake, versus nobody shooting him a second glance on the ship ride here. But he'd be a fool to expect anything elseー this was Fennmont.In said city was Talim Medical School, where he'd studied for a few years ( jude mathis : from student to renowned spyrite researcher ). Not his destination tonight, though. He just didn't have any mental energy left to catch up with any old classmates or professors that might be around... On top of the fatigue, his GHS ( Gin Handy-phone System ) might be broken. Standing alone under the dim light of a lumen tree, Jude took the red device out of his pants pocket, flipping it open. He squinted down.

There was a giant fracture on the top section, cleaving the display screen straight down the middle.

He pressed the power button. Nothing.... No way. Hadn't the shopkeeper fixed it? It was functioning fine just an hour ago. Great, then he'll just have toーー his sigh faded as a sudden gust of wind drowned it out.

And one by one, the light of the lumen trees went out, softly buzzing.

Left in the shadows of the green blue sky, Jude's eyes widened. His body felt like it'd been shocked into stillness. Then, for some reason, he slowly turned to look out across the water....

And there, on the other side, down the stepsー

Was a person.

They were lying on the ground in the dark. Just them, nobody else was there. It was impossible to tell anything else from this distance. Jude broke into a run.

"Hey!! Are you okay?!" And, once he reached them, finally, "Hang on, pleaseーー" Please, don't already be too late ( where is this sudden sense of dread coming from? snap out of it! ) It was a guy with blood red hair, likely a bit older than him, unique clothes he couldn't put a name to... what the hell happened? Was he here the whole time? He just didn't notice? Quickly, Jude knelt down by his side, and just as he reached out a hand against his neck to take a pulse . . .

#ervaurem #𝒗 : xillia 2、creating our new future in the end #forgive the long intro omg. i have told my hands to stop typing HAHA hope this is ok!#i put a link to help visualize where jude is standing! this exact place is special to him :') plot nostalgia #maybe his phone and lights went out bc of a large mana disturbance (aka asch/lorelei related OOO) the lumen trees are sensitive to change #jude internally be like: wAIT i know this feeling #jude's phone: fractured screen!! literal symbolism and foreshadowing guys. guys? im trying to warn both of you-

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etymologyofmind · 11 months

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The Hounds of Hell

The bridge of the Vellouwyn lurched as an energy discharge off the port side collapsed a pocket of subspace into a temporary antimatter void. The implosion wasn’t close enough to significantly damage the ship, but shields and ablative plating had taken a beating during their encounters over the past week, and the ship’s energy systems were having a hard time reconciling inertial dampeners to compensate as well as they could at full capacity. Durok sneered, knowing that the attack had been intentionally off the mark, and that while they were being hounded by their pursuers, they were also being toyed with, effectively helpless to counter the assault.

All throughout the ship at floor level, vents periodically gawped open as sensors tripped their mechanisms, and stray equipment and debris from structural damage was captured by the stow-ways, dragged out of the way by R4T units hiding in their conduits to police potentially harmful stray detritus. Around him on the bridge, various crew members had donned their station restraints, giving some stability and a moderate impression of safety as the ship jostled them around, and the captain worried for them all the same; others, unable to constrain themselves to a single operational area, were unbelted and reliant on their ‘sea legs’ to keep them from careening into consoles or other equipment as they went about their work.

“Bonn! Give me a damage report update. Lieutenant Simyarn, I could really use an effective evasive pattern if you’ve come up with anything fancy, something special, perhaps away from the anti-matter weapons?” Nearby at an unmanned science station, a lighting module overloaded, showering the area in distracting, but harmless sparks. Not for the first time, Durok lamented that the Federation’s lighting modules all reacted that way to fluctuations in power systems, at an exchange for effectively cost-free lumens, as the devices were efficient enough to be powered and controlled passively without requiring connection to energy systems of any sort, cultivating their charge from ambient energy sources. Unfortunately, those sources tended to be nearby ships systems which were connected to the grid, and tactical shifts in distribution and quick cycles of energy across different conduits and grids tended to trigger sensitive receptors in the equipment to overload. Three crewmen flinched or ducked at the sudden, distracting crackle of the bursting light, and Durok wondered if it were worth the exchange.

Lieutenant Raoul Simyarn’s hands flew across the Conn panel in a feverish dance, his eyes darting around the console to gather as much information as he could while he worked. The viewscreen, which he was ignoring, showed a pair of flanking vessels, much smaller than the Vellouwyn but significantly more maneuverable and dangerously over-armed, and as Durok watched, the closer of the pair launched another emerald-hued antimatter torpedo into their trajectory. Simyarn’s palm skidded along an edge of his console, and the whole ship veered alarmingly as lagging systems tried to catch up with the barrel roll that he set her spinning into. The torpedo cruised past the ship’s underbelly, and a subscreen on the viewer popped up to track it on one of the ventral sensor arrays. The missile came dangerously close to triggering in proximity, and Durok knew that if they wanted to, their pursuers could have remote detonated the device and crippled the ship. Instead, it twinkled off into the dark of space ahead of them for a distance before detonating into another hueless antimatter void which spun reactive forces into their wake, trigging more light units to overload and sending a menacing shudder throughout the vessel.

Junior Lieutenant Hubert Bonn grabbed the back of the captain’s chair as he lurched across the deck, thrusting a Padd with the most recent systems updates into Durok’s hands. The Tellarite looked queasy and unimpressed by their circumstances, and glared at the ships on the viewscreen. “Shields are holding at 74 percent, for now, up from the mid forties last time they pinned us down, but not quite the nineties I had them to this morning. This back and forth is overloading our emitters, and the crystal projectors won’t take the strain of it without maintenance much longer: we’ll start losing peak performance and it will slide from there. Ablative shielding is good in some places, seized in others, and gone at key points. We won’t be able to recover those without spacedock, so either way we need to report in after this. Phasers are good, but targeting is off: something they’ve got keeps us from getting a solid lock, so they are better used as sweeps, and it’s not particularly helpful if we’re not committed to the act and VERY lucky. Our rail guns are still offline because their disruptors overwhelmed their magnetic control systems, and our photon torpedoes and manual warheads will still work, if we can hit someone with them. We might be better off dropping them as dark mines, but that’s a last resort, as you know, since it’s bloody illegal.”

Durok growled. The enemy had been dogged in their pursuit of the Vellouwyn for days now, appearing and disappearing at seemingly random whims, pushing the ship off course at every encounter and herding her toward unknown goals. At their second encounter they’d decided to fight back, and while the ship’s weapons had proven capable of disabling, or at least severely deterring their pursuit, the next encounter had had more ships to worry at their heels, and the attacks began to come with more frequency. Repair crews had been unable to make meaningful work of addressing the ship’s systems, as their disruptors carried feedback signals which wreaked havoc with ships systems even as the shields dispersed them, making it dangerous to work on live grids while they were under attack. Worse still, several ship’s systems were under quarantine, as the same effect had a contagious impact on the Vellouwyn’s bio-porous network, and they had been forced to slough off several clonal nodes of insulation generation membranes, and sequester others deeper within the hull where they were less likely to suffer colony destabilization.

Bonn continued to list systems of note, cycling through the tactical, into the life support and operational management systems, stopping for a colourful epithet about the inertial dampeners as Simyarn veered to avoid another attack, and then down into the power and propulsion sets. Thorough and comprehensive while being very concise, Durok was quickly up to speed with the ship’s status, and appreciated his officer’s effectiveness in crisis. The outlook was poor, but the situation wasn’t yet over with. At the end of the report, Durok thumbed the Padd in confirmation and sent Bonn back to his stations. Jamming a black-nailed thumb on the communications panel he had queued up on his armrest, Durok barked out to one side: “Petty Officer Roundhouse, have you got a course for us? We may only have one shot at this idea of yours, we need to make it count.”

Several decks away in a lab behind the deflector and sensor arrays on the belly of the Vellouwyn, a Tiburonian crewman was busily manipulating a holographic model of their current sector of space by hand. Her brow was knit in concentration, making the severe swoop of her eyebrows into her hairline more profound. In real time, tactical data feeds to her station plotted the position of two of their pursuers, the last known trajectories of the other ships which had dogged them recently where they did not match the ship signatures of those who were currently engaged, and a number of other astronomically interesting objects in the region as reference points. A Barzan ensign, Tendan Omar, worked nearby, helping to keep the link between her simulation and the various feeder systems running at peak efficiency, while a striking Kiley, Pratt Denning, was working out formulas for a chain reaction. As Durok’s voice coughed out over a hidden speaker, she frowned and kept working. “Nearly, captain. It will work. It has to. Just be ready to vent our charged warp plasma as we skim the gas giant.”

Back on the bridge, Durok nodded, knowing the motion would not translate through the coms, and tapped the signal closed with a confirmation chime. Leveraging himself out of his chair, leaving the restraint to snake back into its concealment, he strode toward the forward operations console, bracing himself on the back of his flight controller’s seat, careful not to jostle Simyarn as he focused on flying. Tapping Junior Lieutenant Sim Wu on the shoulder encouragingly, he leaned in to review the outputs of the particle systems specialist’s weapon console, nodding at the tracing algorithms he had running on the sensor readouts. The man was smart when it came to event driven programming and had produced a spectral review of their previous engagements that was currently tracking a small spike chain in energy signatures before one of the alien ships fired an antimatter weapon. “If you see your shot, take it Mister Wu.”

The Human man nodded, and Durok looked up at the viewscreen. “Sato, Jendunn, get these bastards back up on my viewscreen. I need to see if I can’t buy us some time.” Behind him at the communications station on the upper bridge, an Aenar woman’s antennae swerved slightly, while the Trillish Human beside her cast a disapproving look of acknowledgement at the back of his head, over his partner Ensign’s shoulder. The two of them had been working at parsing the sparse communication they’d received from the enemy in the past week, or intercepted in subspace traffic, and were still trying to work out if the language was based more on a computational sequence or some biological derivative. Neither of them had made as much progress as they’d have liked, but the material was sparse, and contact more aggressive than communicative. The Sato Ear for Language was legendary in Star Fleet, literally, but the attackers barely used anything that might resemble it.

A long set of moments after his order, the viewscreen changed again; the ships previously on display collapsed into a corner, where the ventral sensor overlay had appeared for the passing torpedo, and the rest was filled with an aggressive, stark, metallic figure. Repeated analysis had told them these were not Breen; study of their language told them that, despite its sound, it was not Breen language, study of their ships and tactics, while aggressive like their Alpha Quadrant comparison, suggested they were not, in fact, Breen. The thing on screen, however, looked Breen, and had the same strange droning buzz when it vocalized, setting Durok’s hair on end. It looked Breen, with the visor hued in green, although the colour and configuration of the armour was slightly different, it was very close to Breen. Durok ran his tongue over his teeth and considered his play.

“We are of Star Fleet, from the United Federation of Planets. Likely you do not know of us yet,” he began, skipping all the pleasantries. “We tried speaking with you before, as it is the way of our coalition to entreat peacefully with new met civilizations. When that failed, we defended ourselves, and rather than engage with us, you escalated.” Still receiving no response from the unemotive entity on screen, he went on. “You have plagued us for a week, and we tire of patience. You may think you have us figured out, and that you can run us down for the kill, but I assure you that is not the case. I will give you one more warning: our ship is on a mission of peace, but our kind value our lives more than we value yours. Tell us what you want and we will consider your request. Otherwise, be on your way, or face the consequences.”

For a long moment there was nothing, and then there was a blast of garbled audio signal which made several of his crew wince before the audio filters kicked in, and dimmed the noise. Behind him, Sato’s eyes went wide, and he started tapping a new set of instructions into the computer, and the chaotic static sound played again, twice more in the background on the bridge. Durok turned around to face the communications station, and Jendunn passed her hands blindly, accurately over controls to help Sato with his effort, the two muttering back and forth for a moment, before suddenly the signal was split into a half dozen audible threads overlaying the background garble of data. A deeply artificial, almost metallic synthesized voice translated several languages simultaneously into one common message: “Run. Hide. Flee. Prey.”

Durok turned around, snarling defiantly, as the figure on screen began to convulse with a new message, which the captain did not need to have translated to know for laughter. Its face disappeared from the screen, and Wu sat up at attention as the two pursuing ships returned to take up the larger viewscreen. A moment later and with a flurry of commands, a fan of lower energy phaser spread burst from the aft canons in a colourful array, and a fraction of a moment later a green hued torpedo belched from a seamless port on the lead ship’s forward hull. As it crossed the thin phaser threshold, breaking a number of the feeble streams, Wu swiped his hands across the controls and the computer recalculated the trajectory based on emitter feedback. Suddenly the streams all converged on the antimatter weapon, linking together into a bright red point which breached the device’s hull and detonated it practically within the launch tube of the pursuing ship.

The result was instantaneously catastrophic for the alien vessel, and the implosion encompassed the entire vessel in a cascade reaction, sucking the normal matter in and annihilating it to produce a pulsar-esque compressed particle stream, ripping the vessel through an event horizon and rendering it into oblivion, before the reactive shockwave blew its remaining mass into a devastating cloud of shrapnel. The second vessel was flying close enough to get caught up in the explosion, and while it was not outright destroyed, it was disabled enough to knock it out of warp, leaving it behind on long distance sensors. A number of bridge crew cheered, save Wu, who was busily harvesting additional tactical data from the successful ploy, but most knew it was, if anything, a temporary reprieve.

“Excellent technique, Mister Wu.” Durok said, patting him on the shoulder again before returning to his chair. “Raoul, get us back on the course from Astrometrics. They’ll send more dogs to hound us before we make good on any escape, so the plan still stands. We have to reach that nebula, and the system on its edge is the perfect place to try their plan. Bonn, update the repair crews on their priorities, and take only who you need: they won’t get to finish the work in all likelihood, and the crew need rest. Take volunteers after you pick the essentials, but don’t ‘motivate’ them. Work with Chief Engineer Vantel, and check in with Shurel to see if the weapon is ready.”

The Tellarite nodded and set to his work, while Chief Conn Officer Simyarn set about coordinating course updates with the astrometrics lab. Durok decided to leave the language team to pore over their new epiphanies: he’d be briefed on their findings when they were ready, and instead stood to move to the aft turbolift corridor. “Durok to Ve Sudan;” he said, waiting for the computer to acknowledge his hail. “If you’re able, come take command of the bridge. Else send Adonnas. I’m going to check on Paine.” He commanded, knowing that the second and third shift bridge officers would be relatively fresh compared to the fourth rotation, which had retired barely two hours before, mid-battle. Some of their shift’s rotations were still on station, and he knew that, were Paine Thomas at her post, they’d have been mandatorily rotated by now, but Sudan could handle that just as well: the Betazoid Lieutenant Commander had a keen sense for fatigue among the crew, and knew when they were reaching, rather than riding, their limits. He got a simple ‘Affirmative’ from her, and stepped off the bridge with a last look at the ant hill of its crew compliment, smiling with concern before turning left to his preferred turbolift station, which had been prioritized for command needs in a crisis.

“Sick bay ICU,” he instructed as he stepped into the dimly lit can, feeling the throb of fatigue budding behind his eyes as he braced for what he always considered to be an awkward period of contemplation as the lift shuttled through maglev tunnels between bulkheads. He dreaded what he’d find when he arrived at his destination: Paine was his first officer, and in the year that they’d served together thus far, he’d come to respect and rely on her. She was as true and stalwart a warrior as he had ever encountered, at any time, anywhere, so to see her laid low by the disruptor infection which had impacted the crew stationed in the aft deuterium storage bays when the first attack had taken them unprepared was a demoralizing sensation. Many of the others had been treated and were recovering, as the Vellouwyn’s medical team was among the most brilliant he’d ever seen, but three of his crew were still unconscious and in various states of suffering, with Paine being by far the most overwhelmed.

Before he returned to his rotation, perhaps to get some rest, but more likely to revisit the plan with his strategic teams before they reached their next destination, he would spend some time at their sides, speaking quietly of what he knew of them, what was important to them, their motivation and inspirations. He did not know, and nor did Chief Medical Officer Barr, whether they could hear him or not, but he felt that if anything would motivate them to stave off death, it was the things of value found in their lives. It was the least he could do to remind them of their worth.

And now...

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nyotasaimiri · 1 year

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Arc Two (redux) 87

The warden glowed brighter, as if it heard their challenge—almost as if it liked what it heard. Nyota forced down the whisper of insight. It wasn’t relevant. She could not afford distraction.

Aroneus, the whisper told her before it fell silent. This was once Aroneus.

What does that mean? Nyota focused and tried to force more answers out of it. Nothing. She told herself it wasn’t important. The looming statue in front of her was.

“Heads up, Nyota!” Arjun grabbed her arm as a bird statuette lunged for her.

Nyota snarled and smacked it hard with the haft of her spear and sent it crashing into the far wall.

Arjun blinked in surprise, then shrugged his approval. “Or you could do that. Not a bad arm at all.” He shifted his grip on his wrench as the statue started moving again. “Didn’t seem to hurt it much, though. I don’t see any cracks on it.”

“It’s just testing the waters,” Nyota told him, eyes on the warden—on Aroneus. “Seeing just how much effort we’ll take.”

“Well that’s comforting,” Arjun muttered. “Maybe we can make them break each other—like this!” He hit the other bird away as it made pass at them. The first bird jittered aside as its twin smashed into the wall beside it.

Nyota frowned as something tugged her attention. The stony defenses seemed impervious, but the birds dodged each other. Basic programming, or was Arjun onto something?

Her earpiece crackled, as did the air around her. Nyota dove to the side as Aroneus fixed its blank stare on her, moisture flash-freezing and clattering to the ground where she’d stood just a moment before.

“Captain, hope this ain’t a bad time—”

Nyota tapped the earpiece to activate the mic. “It is, but speak quickly.”

Lumen hissed and swore softly, something Nyota had heard from him only twice before. “The ships are movin’ in. They ain’t fighters, lil’ scout-craft. Probably got armed folks on board.”

“Understood.” Nyota turned the mic off. She’d heard all she’d needed. She pulled her Matter Manipulator from her belt. No guarantee they’d find their way back here again—and the door is unsealed, she remembered, half-memory and half bright, dread certainty. Just one answer, then.

“Understood,” she murmured again, and shoved the device into Arjun’s hands.

He saw the relay light on and looked up at her, stunned and confused as he realized what she was doing and the logical side of his mind tried to fight the reality back down.

“I will keep my crew safe.” Nyota smiled and saluted him. “Go protect them until Namina gets there. I’ll be fine.”

She caught his understanding and fierce, firm nod right before the teleportation light swallowed him.

Sonny felt the hum of the portal change, felt something wrong. “Arrow, get down!”

Arrowmail didn’t ask why, and it saved his life. The portal surged as something outside tried to force it open, sending lances of blue energy searing across the stones. The bricks behind him blackened and melted as a bolt struck where his head had been. He grabbed Sonny’s arm and pulled her away. She whistled softly and held tight, seething pale with fear.

“Hey Lumen, what’s goin’ on out there?”

Lumen’s voice was low and grim, distorted by the portal as it began to ripple with gathering power again. “Find cover. Now. It’s damn Occasus outside, and they’re tryin’ to get in. Looks like they can’t get there easy without the key our Captain had, but that ain’t stoppin’ them from tryin’ it anyhow.”

Sonny hissed and paled. “Oh shoot, oh shoot. Arrow c’mon, we gotta hide.”

“Despairing. Hide where?” Arrowmail asked, taking her hand. “In the snowy chamber with the monsters, or the dead-end runes room?”

Sonny’s light flickered and dimmed as she realized he was quite right. They didn’t have anywhere to go, not on their own. She was dead weight in a real scuffle, and Arrowmail tried, but he was still new… And if they went in too far, Arjun and Nyota wouldn’t be able to get out. She reached up with her free hand to touch the relay in her shirt pocket.

Arrowmail felt her fear and squeezed her hand gently, then drew his sword. “Supportive. Stay close to me, and we might manage the snow room at least.” He didn’t feel confident, not to Sonny’s sensitive touch, but he did his best to look brave anyways, to put on a show just for her, and it made her glow warm and brighten again.

“Ya ain’t on yer own,” Lumen told them. His voice was tense and anxious, but somehow firm and almost commanding at the same time. He sounded a little like Nyota. “I’m sendin’ Namina, and we’re gonna try to deal with the gang out here so they can’t get ya. But get to safety anyhow, in case some get through. We’ll slow them down.”

“Yessir,” Sonny said, and followed Arrowmail into the snows.

Sonny could feel the fear as soon as she set foot in the room. The creatures were hiding, desperate to avoid notice, but not from her and Arrowmail. Something real big and nasty, she realized, and shivered. Not here yet, but they’re waitin’.

The relay got hot and Sonny yanked it free before it could make her shirt smolder. “What in tarnation—”

It flashed bright and she dropped it. A moment later, Arjun scooped it up, knocked some snow off his shoulder, and rocked back on his heels to catch Sonny as she all but tackled him.

“Hey, I missed you too, but we can do this later,” the old man said. He hefted the Matter Manipulator that Nyota had given him. “Captain’s got her hands full, so you’re stuck with me for now. So let’s see what kind of tricks she left in this thing.”

#i hadn't consciously realized when i first wrote this but the sheer growth in nyota's willingness to part with that manipulator #to protect her crew #i gave myself feels #arc two #repost

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the-consortium · 1 year

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is it possible to create a half human half daemon hybrid? im just curious like very curious if it was a possibility

"Is this question actually serious?!" Fabius holds the dataslate at arm's length from him with his thumb and forefinger, as if it had personally offended him. With an irritated snort, he drops it on the tiled lab table and turns away in a somewhat too theatrical motion. Arrian goes to grab the offensive communication device, but Saqqara is once again faster. The Word Bearer's delight in seeing the Chief Apothecary erupt into an angry tirade in a way that is amusing to him can probably only be explained by decades of living in the sphere of influence of too many Emperor's Children. So Arrian is content to observe the drama without background knowledge. Actually, he was just passing through the lab anyway to get a tissue sample from the freezer, but it's hard not to get hung up when Fabius has one of his irritable outbursts. "You're becoming like them, dog-brother!" - "So what?" Arrian scratches the back of his neck. The Nails respond to emotion, and right now there's a lot of it in the room again. Fabius' annoyance, Saqqara's amusement. Thin threads of pain crawl around in Arrian's skull, reaching for him. He bites his lower lip until he tastes blood. Pushes what wants to wallow in anger back into the red darkness behind his eyes. Focuses on the scene before him. Holds on to the fact that he likes Saqqara's smell of incense and gun oil. And on how the blue-white light of the Lumen Strips paints luminous edges on the chattering Chirurgeon. The Song of the Nails grows quieter. Just a hum now. "But, that's-," Saqqara lifts straight up, waving the dataslate. "Exactly!" the Chief Apothecary interrupts him. "There are enough of these moronic hybrids already! Your brothers stuff anything with claws and horns under their skin, don't they!" Saqqara puts his hand to his chest in mock hurt. "Some of my best friends are Possessed!" "Which tells you all you need to know!" sneers Fabius back. Arrian has now gleaned the contents of the message from this brief exchange. Interjects, "I suspect this person knows Possessed and wants to know what can be done without the contribution of the Gods. With our means." Fabius waves it off. "Demons are highly unstable. Their essence in inanimate objects is difficult enough," he gestures to the ornate, cage-like weapons rack where Torment is chained, "…but in living beings it only works in the way Lorgar's sons have perfected, and which I continue to believe is utterly ineffective nonsense. Compared to what I can achieve with my methods. Demons create physicality by stealing it. You have to provide them with a vessel, otherwise they cannot manifest themselves outside their sphere - apart from powerful exceptions like our fathers, who really nobody would want to sew surgically to their leg! Demonic matter decays again when separated from the demon itself, so any attempt to create a hybrid without taking the spirit of the monster with it would only produce necrotic tissue. Certainly, it is a goal to recreate the plasticity of a demon in a scientific way as well. But you don't achieve that by cutting corners. For that, one must study and gradually verify what one has learned. And the result may then look like a Possessed, but will have no connection to the Immaterium. Would be even more beautiful! I certainly don't voluntarily invite these greedy monsters to share in my thoughts." After this outburst of arrogant lecturing, the Chief Apothecary turns away and resumes his work as if he had never been interrupted. Apparently, the audience is over. For whomever. Arrian shrugs and makes his way back to the freezing area. Saqqara grins after him.

#Warhammer #Roleplay #The Consortium #Demons #Possessed #Saqqara #Arrian #Fabius Bile #Ask Post

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thedjmusic · 2 years

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Junodownload Top 100 Autumn Techno 2022

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DATA: 2022-10-12 TOTAL: 98 GENRE: Techno

AKKI (DE) - Inside My Head

A*S*Y*S - Sweat & Tears - Original Mix

Adam Beyer,Bart Skils - Your Mind

Adam Beyer,Bart Skils,Charles D (USA) - Your Mind - Epic Edit

Age Of Love,Charlotte de Witte,Enrico Sangiuliano - The Age Of Love - Charlotte de Witte & Enrico Sangiuliano Remix

Alan Fitzpatrick,Rebūke - Nice & Cool Trigga

Alex Stein,Transcode - Control Me

Ann Clue - Six For Gold

Anna Reusch - Another Day

Armin van Buuren - Computers Take Over The World

Balthazar & JackRock - Define

Belocca,Nusha - Serenity

Bisou - Device - Original Mix

Boris Brejcha - Schwarz

Boris Brejcha - Up Down Jumper

Carl Cox,Franky Wah - See the Sun Rising

Charlotte de Witte - Kali

Chris Veron - Critical Thoughts

Claude VonStroke,VNSSA - These Notes In This Order - VNSSA Remix

DJ Dextro - Commodore

Deborah de Luca - Dori Me - Rework 2022

Deborah de Luca,Robert Miles - Children - Radio Edit

Devid Dega,Nico Cabeza,Millie Forsberg - Darkness

Disfreq - Essa Mina

Disfreq - Time Is Now

Eli Brown - Believe

Eli Brown - Can't Stop the Feeling

Eli Brown - Deep Down

Eli Brown - Nazareth

Eli Brown - Pressure

Enrico Sangiuliano - Future Dust - Original Mix

Enrico Sangiuliano - The Sound Of Space

Filterheadz - Helium

Flanko,Clap Codex - Stay Silent - Clap Codex Remix

Floormagnet,Tiger Stripes - Space Age - Tiger Stripes Remix Edit

Frank Spector - OMEN (ASOT 1087)

HI-LO,Eli Brown,Oliver Heldens - Industria

HI-LO,Oliver Heldens,DJ Deeon - WANNA GO BANG

HI-LO,Space 92,Oliver Heldens - Mercury

Impérieux - Ferishtah

Jacidorex,Popof - Midnight Express - Original

James Hype - Dancing

Jay Lumen - Bring the Dish

Jay Lumen - Here We Go

Jay Lumen - Human

Jay Lumen - Mandala

Joyhauser - Crawler

Kai Tracid,Genlog - Mockmoon (Peace, Love, XTC)

Kaiserdisco - Together One Time

Lampe - Anytime

Lampe - Differences

Layton Giordani - Digital Age

Layton Giordani - UFOs & LFOs

Lilly Palmer - We Control

MOTVS - Rumor

MOTVS - Unnatural Alchemy

MOTVS - We Go On

Maketech,Thomas Schumacher - Konfusion - Thomas Schumacher Rework

Marco V,T78 - GODD - T78 Remix

Mark Dekoda - Rave Harder Techno Bass

Mark Porter,Thomas Schumacher - Telegraph - Thomas Schumacher Rework

Matt Sassari,Green Velvet - Dance Or Die

Mella Dee - Techno Disco Tool - Radio Edit

Metodi Hristov - Clouds of Eden

Monococ - Pryzm

NoNameLeft - Excess Animus

NoNameLeft - Keep Goin'

NoNameLeft - Prisoner of Mind

NoNameLeft,Hiboo - Ego Lab

Novem Vivit - Filthy

Oliver Schories,Oliver Huntemann - Devon - Oliver Huntemann Remix

Pablo Say,Marko Krstic - Illusions

Pleasurekraft - Sex and the Machine

Radio Slave,NEZ,Mark Broom - Wait A Minute - Mark Broom’s Non Stop Remix

Ramon Tapia - Bring It On Down

Rebūke - Dystopia

Reinier Zonneveld,HI-LO,Oliver Heldens - Flying Octopus

Sabura,Maurice Mino - Human Race

Sam Paganini,Adam Beyer,Layton Giordani - Rave - Remix

Sam Paganini,Zøe,Wehbba - Flash - Wehbba Remix

Skin On Skin - Burn Dem Bridges

Slin Bourgh,Marie Vaunt - Into the Night

Sonique,BEC - It Feels So Good - BEC Remix

Space 92 - Colonia

Space 92 - Meteor

Space 92 - The Door

T78,RobJanssen - Mind Your Step

Teenage Mutants,Heerhorst - Ppt

Teenage Mutants,Heerhorst,PETER PAHN - Angel Dust

Thomas Labermair,Bultech - Voices In My Head - Bultech Remix

Thommes Jay - Compromise - Original Mix

Tiga,Hector Oaks - Easy - Héctor Oaks Difficulty Adjusted Mix

UMEK - Persona - Original Mix

UMEK,Popof,Space 92 - Control - Original Mix

Victor Ruiz - Beirut

Victor Ruiz - Surrender

Zajon,Thomas Schumacher - Rage Control - Thomas Schumacher Rework

sharpside,Wehbba - Space Cruising - Wehbba Remake

#techno #minimal techno #dj #djing

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