#interactive container

[beskarfrog]

My decant day isn't for two months.

[chillywillycd-blog]

Azure CLI via Podman (Docker)

#TIL when you're running the azure cli (az) via podman (like docker, but not run via root owned service), that the -t switch is your enemy.

-t joins the output of STDOUT and STDERR, and thus can result in the output of your command containing extra control characters, in particular this means it can contain the \r control character. this makes processing the results in a bash script EXTREMELY difficult.

the -t switch DOES clearly document this, but who reads documentation

NOTE: The --tty flag prevents redirection of standard output. It combines STDOUT and STDERR, it can insert control characters, and it can hang pipes. This option is only used when run interactively in a terminal. When feeding input to Podman, use -i only, not -it.

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

THEY WILL GIVE US THE 20 MINUTES OF CUT FOOTAGE FOR EACH EPISODE. THEY WILL. THEY WILL. MANIFESTING IT. SPEAKING IT INTO EXISTENCE. THEY WILL.

[childrenofcain-if]

I just imagine M and Mc hiding their relationship. But Mc is tired of hiding their relationship.

So M mom came to visit. But they see Mc with them like in the library and their mom asked who Mc is. But M says it just a classmate. So Mc just gets up and leaves bc they are upset and tired of hiding it from everyone.

I love angst but also happy endings lol 😅

the library’s quietness made every sound feel amplified: the scrape of a chair leg against the wood, the rustle of paper, the soft thunk of a book closing. outside, the rain fell in a misty drizzle, greying out the world beyond the arched windows. inside, the air smelled like varnished oak and old pages—warm and slightly bitter, like nostalgia and lost time.

you were sitting across from M at a heavy oak table, your chair tilted back, your arms crossed, watching them skim through their textbook with the air of someone who could afford to procrastinate with little to no repercussions.

their white cotton button-up looked softer than it had any right to be, and their voice carried the crisp, posh edge that always made your chest feel simultaneously lighter and heavier.

you were talking about nothing too important. a class project, the weather, the coffee at the campus café—whatever you could use to fill the space between the silence and everything you weren’t saying. you’d gotten good at filling silences like that. M wasn’t the kind of person who left much unsaid unless it mattered. when it mattered, the silences stretched on forever.

the silence was broken this time by the sound of quiet, deliberate footsteps broke the hush of the library. both of you turned as a tall, elegant woman approached; her head wrapped in a patterned scarf which hid her light brown hair, sunglasses perched on her nose like a spy in an old movie.

M’s posture seemed to get even more rigid, their breath catching audibly. “mother.”

crown princess victoria? what was she even doing at yale?

as if hearing your thoughts, her eyes snapped to the table you were sitting on. you saw a faint smile curling up her lips before she made a beeline for you two.

“i assumed you’d be here,” she said, her voice as gentle as it was straightforward. her accent was even more posh than M’s, her vowels clipped just enough to be distinctly aristocratic, but her tone was warm. “how are you doing, max?”

“fine,” M manages through gritted teeth, clearly feeling suddenly cornered.

the crown princess glanced at you, her gaze assessing but not unkind. “and who might you be, dear?”

M froze. you could see the cogs turning in their mind, the panic setting in behind their composed front. you knew it before they even said it.

god, you did know them a little too much.

“just a classmate,” they said too quickly, too stiffly. “we were just working on an assignment.”

just a classmate.

the words landed like a slap and for a second, you just sat there and you stared at them. at the way their fingers curled into tight fists on the table. at the way their voice trembled just enough to sound like breaking glass.

you were waiting for them to take it back, your eyes practically imploring as you looked at their rigid figure.

they didn’t.

“right,” you said, your voice colder than you meant it to be. the room felt too small, the air too chilling. “i think you can finish the rest of ‘assignment’ on your own.”

M’s eyes flicked to you, umber brown eyes wide and pleading, but you were already standing, shoving your chair back with a scrape that cut through the library’s silence like the crack of a whip. you couldn’t look at them anymore. you couldn’t stay.

“excuse me,” you muttered, and before either of them could say another word, you were gone.

***

you didn’t go far. the courtyard was empty, the rain now just a faint mist clinging to your skin. you sat on the low stone wall that bordered the garden, staring at the grey sky. the cold seeped into your clothes, but you didn’t care. it was better than the heat that had been rising in your chest, the burn of humiliation and hurt.

you weren’t actually mad at M. not really. or maybe you were, but not in the way you should have been. what hurt wasn’t the lie—it was the fact that it wasn’t surprising.

see, there were many different ways you could kill someone you love. the slowest one was to not love them enough.

not loving you enough to be open about you. not loving you enough to be truthful about you. not loving you enough to love you without secrets.

you’d known what you were getting into when you fell for M, with all their responsibilities and their protocol and their impossible life. you’d known, but you’d let yourself hope anyway.

you shouldn’t have. hope has always been a dangerous thing for you to have.

***

inside the library, victoria turned to her second-born, one perfectly sculpted brow arched.

“max, darling,” their mother called out softly.

M didn’t respond, their gaze fixed on the door you’d disappeared through.

“max,” she said again, more firmly this time.

“what?” they turned sharply, their voice sharper still, though the anger wasn’t directed at her. it was directed at themself, at their stupid, cowardly mouth and the way they’d let the words spill out like oil on water.

“just a classmate?” she repeated lightly, her tone mild but pointed.

M avoided her hazel gaze, staring down at their hands as if they might find an escape route in the folds of their sleeves.

“it’s... complicated,” they finally said, their voice low.

victoria hummed, a sound that managed to be both understanding and disapproving.

“darling,” she said after a moment, her voice softer now, “i know that look in your eyes. it’s the same one your father had when he looked at me.”

M’s head snapped up, their eyes communicating their surprise. “mother, i—”

“you love them, don’t you?”

M recoiled as though she’d struck them.

“i—no—” they started, but the words caught, crumbled.

they couldn’t deny it, at least not completely. their hands clenched into fists on the table, their knuckles white.

victoria’s voice was gentle as she spoke up again, but there was steel beneath it. “i know what it’s like to love someone who doesn’t fit the mold, someone the world says you shouldn’t love. you know your father wasn’t born into this world of titles and palaces. do you think i didn’t face the same choice you’re facing now?”

M swallowed hard, their throat working against the lump rising there. “it’s not that simple.”

“no,” victoria agreed. “it’s not. it never is. but the important question is, what are you going to do about it?”

M lifted their gaze to look at her and they saw it. the quiet rebellion in her gaze, the echoes of every choice she’d made to be where she was now. they would feel the presence of it around her most of the time, but this time it seemed almost amplified.

she reached out, covering their hand with hers. “go after them, darling. don’t let fear ruin what you’ve found. if it’s worth it—and it is—you fight for it. and i promise i’ll fight with you, when the time comes.”

***

you heard the footsteps before you saw them, quick and unsteady on the wet pavement. M appeared, breathless, their hair damp from the mist. they looked disheveled in a way that was wholly unfamiliar, their usual gracefulness replaced by something akin to desperation.

“i’m sorry,” they said, their voice breaking the moment they reached you. “i’m so sorry.”

you didn’t look at them. “for what? for lying to your mother? or for pretending i don’t really matter?”

“for all of it,” M said, their voice heavy with guilt. “for being a coward. for making you feel like i’m ashamed of you.”

you turned to face them, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. “and are you?”

“no.” the word came out with more force than you expected. M stepped closer, their umber brown eyes searching yours. “never. you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“i’ve been so afraid,” M admitted, hands clenching at their sides. “of losing you. of what my family would think. of the world tearing us apart. but i was wrong. i realize that keeping us a secret was hurting you even more.”

“i can’t keep doing this, M,” you said quietly. “i can’t keep feeling like i’m a secret to be kept forever.”

“you’re not a secret,” M said, stepping closer still. their hand brushed yours, tentative and warm. “you’re an oath. something i swore to protect, not hide. and i promise you, that’s going to change. my mother knows now, and soon, everyone else will too. i won’t let anyone take this away from us. from you.”

you searched their face, looking for cracks in their resolve, but all you saw was sincerity. slowly, you nodded, the tension in your chest loosening just slightly.

“all right,” you said softly.

M’s shoulders sagged with relief, and they took your hand, their grip firm and grounding. “thank you, meri jaan. i won’t let you down.”

you gave them a faint smile, your heart still aching but just a little lighter as you pressed a chaste kiss to their cheek.

“so,” you said after a moment, your voice tinged with wry humor, “am i supposed to meet your mother now?”

the corner of M’s lips quirked into a faint, shy smile. so unlike them, but it was endearing all the same. “if you’re up for it.”

you raised an eyebrow. “shouldn’t i be a little concerned about the fact that the crown princess of england is wandering around without bodyguards?”

“oh they’re here alright,” they said, their tone dry but also tinged with suppressed laughter. “they’re just good at being invisible. and besides, do you really think americans would recognize her under those sunglasses and all those scarves?”

you laughed then, soft and warm, and to M, it felt like the sun breaking through the clouds after a rainy day.

[triangular-dude]

I salute you, Opposite fans

[yourstrulynameless]

The King Of The Booterflies

I love intractable sketchbooks :>

Image ver bellow!

[skyblueartt]

I DIDNT FINISH THIS LOL but it was gonna end with Mike saying “I didn’t CALL them dumb. It was a question!”

[anxiouslowercase]

sas rh: let eoin survive the fall au » what the gazelles dragged in

"Look what the gazelles dragged in!" calls someone, quite possibly Dave, looking to the side and interrupting the French cheers of victory. The rest of them turn just in time to see one Eoin McGonigal climb out the jeep. "Can't leave you fellas alone for a couple of days without you lot letting the siege of Orléans fall?" Eoin jokes as he leans against the vehicle, because of course he'd mention such thing, unpromted. It gets Augustin grinning, somehow wider than he already was, and he takes a step forward. "Well, monsieur McGonigal, there's always room for the Irish exiles within French--" "Like hell is Eoin gonna join you bunch of pretentious fuckers," interrupts Paddy right away, as it should've been expected, while getting up and promptly making his way towards Eoin, who really hasn't stopped beaming. "Get someone else not to get fucked in the rematch."

or - Eoin finally comes back to camp after getting injured during a raid.

[d8tl55c]

[rhoddys]

klei has treated us 😭

[sweetestflow3rs]

tw for me rambling, also body horror & death

i like to think about what if noel didn’t ‘run away’ and decided to stay and keep going as riley… i think that’s probably one of two of noel’s worst timelines LAUGHSS

like not worse for noel mind you. she thinks she’s thriving ( delusional ). just worse for the pc on how stress & trauma-inducing it is.

the idea of an li / npc who seems so confident and sweet, the exact standards you’d expect a school’s star athlete to be: kind, helpful, warm. though, a bit untouchable because she always seems so busy with track practice and tutoring students, AND working part time as a front desk staffer at the hospital.

the only method of bonding with riley more being the tutoring, only being able to join the program if the pc has high grades. which, bc it’s DOL of course, the very first student to tutor leads to a combat encounter that the pc can choose to tell riley or not. which if they do, riley acts accordingly by calling out the student in front of everyone before throwing them out ( surprising strength for a girl that short )

and then everything after that…. is ENTIRELY dependent on if the pc has high awareness & if they visit the school at night.

which to not irritate people on the length of my rambles, putting it below here:

visiting the school at night, entering the library: the pc runs into the same student that harassed from the tutoring program there, sitting at one of the tables. it makes the pc antsy at first, but then the student speaks, saying they are only here to catch up on studying. since the pc DID get them kicked out for snitching.

a low awareness pc seeing the student not doing anything else. they notice a shadow of a coat over their seat but think nothing else of it and leave.

BUT A HIGH AWARENESS PC… sees something else that makes them freeze in their spot. through the faint shadows and lighting of the moon, they can see… fingers…. opening & closing the mouth. like a sock puppet. the shadow behind the student looking more another person that the PC SWEAR you can see peering at you in the crouched position.

your silence is deafening.

a loud, squelching sound of the hand removing itself from an opening of the student’s head that soon falls to the floor to reveal the crouched figure being riley herself. and of course, she’s not happy, she WAS banking on the pc not noticing. in fact, she’s wondering what the pc is even doing in the school this late at night!!!

the pc having the option to either help riley, or run. and like… turning to you all, the audience, we ALL know how riley is the star athlete, especially the track team. trying to outrun her is impossible, it’s a literal game over ( death ) for the pc.

BUT choosing to help riley get rid of the body and evidence will finally unlock riley as a love interest. her special stat being well, her hysteria. the pc now having the new option of reporting harassers to riley, who will HAPPILY get rid of them for the pc, at the cost of her hysteria rising. but the reward of combat encounters becoming fewer.

you may ask: hysteria regarding what?

well, the corruption of this town SILLY! riley who is becoming more wrapped up in her delusion that everything in this town is corrupt and awful ( she’s right about that ) and the only way to solve it is to get rid of everyone ( slow your horses ) (( and yes, even other fellow orphans. even the ‘good’ people in this town )) and that she and the pc is the only righteous thing in this town. riley at max hysteria taking too many victims to her list. the slightest fault someone makes in front of her could make them a target. ( god forbid someone says a lewd comment about someone’s body in front of her )

though, be careful of having her love too low when hysteria is high. being TOO submissive in combat encounters and taking enjoyment of the abuse the town dishes out can lower it! because then she’ll think the pc is now corrupt and ruined. and she might do something about that!! ( she’s going to kill the pc, she can’t trust them anymore. game over )

and raising her lust seems almost impossible. helping her crimes only raises it by 1-2%. but if the pc ever decided to take charge in the crime, if they have the sadist trait, it grants a 10% boost of lust from riley.

and why not add another level of fun freak by having that riley almost seemingly prefers to only engage in sex with the pc IMMEDIATELY after they just commit a murder? like what’s not hotter than just killing someone you hate in the most brutal fashion imaginable, to then fuck in front of their corpse ( or almost corpse, they might still be bleeding out ), covered in blood??? like thats amor to riley

[little-pup-pip]

I know you have a lot of requests rn but do you think you’d be able to do a fem? vampire squid moodboard?? (With or without paci, eithers fine!! They’re my favorite animal but there’s not much media of them so if it’s too hard I totally understand!! I hope you have a good day!!

Sure!!

[mundane-herta]

So, Ratio is totally definitely somehow related to titankin, right?

His codex is very similar to that of the furiae philosopher, and he holds it pretty similarly to that of the furiae philosopher.

The titankin even turn into statues of themselves when idle! You know who has a bunch of statues of himself? Dr. Veritas Ratio!!!!!

Not only that, but they have the same color palette! The same blues, whites, and golds are used!

(And there's the idea of Ratio being really old -- discussed more in-depth here -- that comes from the simulated universe, which would align with theories of Amphoreus being a world being replayed within remembrance crystals, which might explain March's reaction to being in proximity to Amphoreus)

[fact-dogsarehappiness]

Actually you’re all wrong Future!Leo from the Bad Timeline™ would be so happy that there is a version of himself who not only fixed his mistake before he had to bury any of his family but also is still able to laugh and joke and enjoy life

Future!Leo would be so proud of our Leo and no one will ever convince me otherwise

[waywardstation]

I still browse the submas tag so regularly but after all these inactive periods I used to take, I’d fallen into this sort of self-conscious slump of being too shy to interact with posts and the fandom for a long time and I know it’s been like that for months. Trying to do better about that now instead of being so nervous about it ^^

[unluckedtj]

hello vanlock fans i have more art i drew of them

this one’s a bit older ^^

and here’s a bonus of a van zieks study i was doing, but my pencil broke while i was on a call with a friend so i screenshotted me doing this