#Memory Invasion
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wickedzeevyln · 25 days ago
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✮ Orpheus ✮
The alarm blared as another sector of Neonova’s neural grid collapsed. My fingers flew across the console, my skin gummy from sweat slithering down my forehead and dripping all over the buttons. Around me, the Control Spire trembled. Guts grating inside. The error codes are lambent, pulsating making me wheeze through my nostrils. The holograms of the city’s heartbeat flatlining into jagged red…
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knightswaypoint · 8 months ago
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“Candid No. 24” by A. Penn Photo taken at “Camelot and Other Mythos” Exhibit, Natural History Museum
(Merlinktober Days 4 & 5: Foreign (Out of Place / Out of Time) & Lens)
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hananoami · 10 months ago
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We're back to doing the summoning ritual bc Astra knows we're really going need it before August 7th...
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cellclothism · 9 months ago
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i dont think theyd get along very well .
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thyinum · 1 year ago
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Little Yangvik sketches I drew some time ago
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fistfuloflightning · 4 months ago
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When Ming Fan finally fought his way through the underbrush to where the Rift had appeared, it was already too late. Shizun and Luo Binghe stood at the edge of the yawning chasm, swords unsheathed and pointed at each other. He hadn’t thought much of it when Shen Qingqiu had flown past him so soon after the earthquake that had torn open the Rift, but he could now see there was something very wrong. Shen Qingqiu’s back was turned to Ming Fan and his face hidden, but he could see plainly the fear and confusion on Luo Binghe’s face. Along with the glowing, damning mark on his forehead. Something demonic.
Ming Fan gripped the foliage, forcing himself not to run out. Not yet. He’d end up dead or wishing he was. He had mocked Luo Binghe early in the Conference, yes, but he knew the younger boy had done nothing to merit this kind of punishment—!
In a matter of seconds, Xiu Ya had stabbed forward, Zheng Yang had shattered, and Luo Binghe had staggered back into the Rift.
Everything seemed to still.
Ming Fan sucked in an breath and darted out of the foliage—but it was too late. Luo Binghe’s arm vanished over the edge just as Ming Fan ran past their shizun. He lunged forward the last few feet, fingers clawing at Luo Binghe’s forearm just in time. Caught, held. The sudden weight had him crashing again against the ground and the wind was knocked out of him. The taste of charred earth mixed with that of fresh blood where he’d nearly bitten his tongue in half.
But that was inconsequential. Not when he could feel the weight at the end of his arm that told him he didn’t fail. Even when the only person he needed to acknowledge that fact was someone he couldn’t stand. No one deserves to die like this, Ming Fan thought viciously. Not even him.
Dangling below him, Luo Binghe’s eyes were wide with terror and confusion, at odds with the damning, demonic seal glowing on his forehead. But there was something like gratitude there as well, out of place and so painfully frail.
For a fragile second, it felt like they were breathing the same
“Shixiong—”
With a cry, he was wrenched from Ming Fan’s grip and into the Abyss below. Ming Fan’s cry was strangled in his throat.
He didn’t know how long he remained there, clenching the burned grass with white-knuckled fingers and straining his eyes to see through the acrid smoke that rose from the chasm for even the barest glimpse of Luo Binghe. But time moved on and the Rift sealed shut and when Ming Fan blinked and once more became aware of his surroundings, he realized he was not alone.
Shen Qingqiu loomed over him like a stone Buddha, face cold as jade. His spiritual sword was once more sheathed, his robes neat and not one hair out of place. As though he hadn’t had a hand in what had happened here.
“You… you killed him,” Ming Fan breathed, still unable to fully process what had just taken place. But that’s what it was, a death sentence fed to the hungry maw of the Endless Abyss.
Shen Qingqiu. “He was a stain upon our sect.”
Ming Fan could feel the rage slowly rise. “He was a disciple of Qing Jing Peak. He was your disciple.” Acknowledging it was like vinegar on his tongue but a boy was dead because of him. He stared at Shen Qingqiu as if seeing him for the first time. Stripped of his elegance and his masks…
“He was a demon.” Shen Qingqiu sneered down at him. “There is no need to explain to you why he needed to be eradicated.”
Ming Fan tore burning eyes away from that frigid, impassive mask. He couldn’t bear looking at the man he had so long idolized. Instead he stared at the ground, in fear he would do or say something he could not undo. And beside his knee he saw slivers of metal.
The shards of Zheng Yang, tangled in the burned grass. Ming Fan’s vision blurred and his breath grew sharp and ragged, anger slamming into him full force. He wrapped his fingers around the pieces, the razor pain of their edges grounding him as the rest of his world unraveled like poorly woven cloth. His shizun had failed him.
And he had failed his shidi.
#svsss#bingfan#ming fan#luo binghe#shen qingqiu#shen jiu#my writing#I had some vague ideas abt the aftermath#how ming fan tries to tell the other peak lords what happened and what SQQ did but he’s forced into closed-door cultivation to shut him up#it’s a cover up basically and over the years he’s in there his minor qi deviations build up without treatment#meanwhile LBH in the abyss has LOTS of things to contemplate while he’s going through boot camp in literal hell#he’s got some good memories to sustain him in the abyss—his mom + nyy’s kindness + weirdly his accidental dreamwalking into mf’s memories#after the demon invasion#and learned a few uncomfortable truths abt his shixiong and his messed up family (see my headcanons for ming fan 😥 sorry bby)#after LBH gets out of jail and starts his revenge spree a la count of monte cristo#he does some dreamwalking reconnaissance to check out CQMS’s defenses and notices ming fan is noticeably absent#stuff happens and there’s more plot in there somewhere ig#but eventually LBH gets to Cang Qiong and literally tears the mountain apart to get to the Lingxi caves to find his halfdead situationship#idk that’s all I’ve really had in my notes for this au#also meng mo being a little asshole to post-abyss LBH lol#if anyone wants this au#please#take it#aus I’d love to read#aus I’d love to write#but have no time/motivation/inspiration to do so#and if you do pls credit me/send me a link bc I love reading what creative paths others take
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the-mighty-het-speaks · 4 months ago
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"Thank you, Marianne…
For the good times For your kindness For the great stories For your fearlessness
…And the biggest Thank You and Fuck Yeah for your incredible and unique contribution to our music, and for always being so willing to join us in performing it…and partake in the ensuing shenanigans!
Rest in Peace
- Lars"
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dearbelovedlover · 7 months ago
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I'm in BestWorstieEver mood rn, can they be happy or u gonna throw then in the blender again? @solcaeruleus
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anxhelotosuni · 2 months ago
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yuliia-ozen · 2 years ago
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Holodomor Museum keeps the memory of innocent Ukrainians killed with the man-made famine (known as Holodomor, the Great Famine of 1932-1933) organized by the soviet government. The number of the dead in the genocide varies from 4,5 to 10 million people, according to different researchers.
My late grandma remembered this horror for all her life. She was 8 that time. Her smaller sisters and brothers, 4 kids in our family, died from hunger in Holodomor. I remember that my grandma kept the packages full of dry bread in the nightstand till her last day.
90 years passed. The terrorist state of russia continues to commit its awful crimes, blackmailing the whole world with famine. Slogans like "Never again" are not working. They never did.
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rottmnt-residuum · 2 years ago
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Hmm why can’t he just let WHAT go? Like the roof thing or am I missing something…?
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heres the end of the previous update with the beginning of this one
its the ghost of kraangstmas past
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aq2003 · 2 years ago
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pokemon-cards-hourly · 1 year ago
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moshieee · 1 year ago
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Sorry @rabid-mercenary15 I did my best to draw your Gangle but the floffis kept getting involved
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At least they seem to mostly be getting along
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deusfoundry · 8 months ago
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all im saying is a zayne card w explicit sex might make the same amount of money for infold as a card with zayne wearing his scrubs
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sonyaheaneyauthor · 4 months ago
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February 2015: War memorial in Zymna Voda, Ukraine one year into the initial russian invasion of Ukraine.
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