#neogic

[unisonder]

The Neogic Life (New Logic. New Culture. New World.)

Neogic [noun/adjective]

Pronunciation: nee-o-jik

IPA: /ˈniː.o.dʒɪk/

Main definition -

Neogic refers to a method, mindset, thought process, or worldview that is rooted in fresh, untraditional, non-conforming logic — typically influenced by modern culture, rapid change, digital consciousness, or futuristic perspectives.

It describes thinking not bound by legacy systems, old societal norms, or classical ways — and instead driven by innovation, adaptability, originality, or individual evolution.

Simplified definition -

Neogic means new-world logic — ways of thinking or solving that break from old traditions and embrace fresh, modern, independent approaches.

Usage examples -

“That solution wasn’t just smart — it was neogic. No textbook would’ve taught that.”

“We need neogic thinking if we want to survive this chaotic decade.”

“Her design was driven by neogic instincts — not trend reports.”

“Rejecting both capitalism and minimalism, he followed a neogic path of his own.”

“It’s a neogic age. Logic isn’t what it used to be — and that’s a good thing.”

Examples of what can be referred to as "Neogic” -

A Gen-Z entrepreneur launching a startup by ignoring traditional business rules.

An artist mixing AI with hand-drawn sketches to create new aesthetics.

A student building a self-taught, custom curriculum outside the education system.

A public speaker promoting emotional freedom over formal etiquette in communication.

Philosophies that prioritize mental health, inclusivity, decentralization, and innovation.

Additional info -

Word Type :

Noun: Neogic is the future

Adjective: A neogic idea, neogic energy, neogic culture

Adjective use (primary) -

This is where neogic shines the most.

Meaning: Describes something that reflects or follows “new-world logic” or untraditional innovation.

examples -

A neogic solution to climate change.

Her fashion sense is so neogic.

It’s a neogic mindset — bold, unfiltered, free.

This use feels instinctive, smooth, and natural — perfect for creative culture, self-branding, futuristic discussions, etc.

Noun use (secondary, but realistic) -

This works when you treat “Neogic” as a concept, philosophy, or belief system.

examples -

He doesn’t believe in tradition anymore — only Neogic.

Neogic is what drives today’s most disruptive thinkers.

They built an entire movement around Neogic.

Here, it’s more ideological — like a movement, school of thought, or personal belief.

Other forms -

Neogically (adverb) — She thinks neogically, not traditionally.

Neogician (noun) — A thinker who lives by neogic principles.

Neogicist (noun) — Like a futurist, but more grounded in neogic design or ideas.

Origin & Timestamp -

Term, originally by @usernameisaryan, 17.

All word variations — neogically, neogician, neogicist — were created as part of a modern linguistic and cultural movement.

This post serves as the first timestamped record of the term and its intended philosophy.

Any future usage should credit this origin. Neogic is more than a word — it’s a mindset.

[bks-blogs]

AUDITIONS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN!!

#101DalmatianStreet #Save101DalmatianStreet #Disney #DisneyPlus #Animatic #Project #Auditions

I'M IN NEED FOR THREE MORE VOICE ACTORS TO PROVIDE THEIR VOICES FOR MY 2ND 101 DALMATIAN STREET FAN-ANIMATIC!!🎙️🗨️

As of now, I am currently in search for three voice actors/actresses to voice three remaining characters for the project, and that is Dolly, Roxy and Diesel. The previous VA's who wanted to voice Dolly and Diesel were unable to do so due to being held back by real-life factors, so the role slots for those two are open again.

DM me through DeviantArt Notes, my Furaffinity notes, Twitter, Bluesky or Discord if you're interested in lending your voice for the project! I'll be happy to pay you for the project!😁

CHARACTER ROLE SLOTS:

Roxy Rottweiler - [OPEN]

Dolly Dalmatian - [OPEN]

Diesel Dalmatian - [OPEN]

CASTING IN REGARDS TO PAYMENT:

How much you will get paid will depend on how many words in the script your chosen character role will have:⬇️⬇️⬇️

50 words: $8

100 words: $14

150 words: $20

The Prices are negociatable, so if you want to talk to me for payment that's fair for all, contact me about, it and I'll be happy to neogicate.

REQUIREMENTS TO QUALIFY YOU FOR AUDITION:

Make sure you have a good, working high-quality mic of choice, and not capable of picking up any overwhelming background noises.

You must show us your past voicework in past projects, before we can guarantee you qualified for the role

OTHER THINGS TO KNOW:

If you're currently occupied by real-life factors (Workload, family, school/college, etc.), do not sign up for a role. Please notify me if you don't believe you're currently time-bound to do any auditioning or voice practicing

If you have any questions about this project, the payment, or if you want a schedule that suits best for you when contributing to the project, feel free to contact me about it.

[redheadspark]

#15 and #21 with az x reader pleasee 🥹🥹 (reader sings to az) 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

A/N - YAY for Azriel! Thanks for the request, anon!

Calm

Summary - It was the gentler moments that brought you and the Shadowsinger together

Warnings - none, just some cute fluff

Ariel had a reputation in Velaris, in all of Pythian actually.

Being the Shadow Singer in Night Court, a fierce warrior and spy for High Lord Rhysand, Azriel was never one to show his softer and vulnerable side to anyone, at all. He always had his walls up at all times, needing to deal with the other courts with neogications and safety, going on spy missons in the dead of night to gather information, aiding Cassian in training the new warriors at the Illryian camp.

He never minded being busy for Rhyasnd, he rather enjoyed it. But it left little to no time to have his walls come down and simply be relaxed and himself. Sometimes he wished he had time to not think about work or the other courts and their gossip and delegations that could be against Night Court. Mainly, there was no one to help him and get his mind off work.

Azriel never considered having a mate of his own, mainly because he never thought he was worthy of having a mate. After mending things with Mor and realizing they were both better off as friends, a romantic relationship was not really Azriel's priority.

So for you to come into his life, it was not what he expected.

Azriel tentatively opened the door to your little house, poking his head in and seeing the front room was already lit by the fireplace and the sweet scent of herbal tea coming from the pot sitting on the coffee table next to two cups. He knew he was coming a little bit later than usual, though you were never one to scold him on his punctuality. But he heard your hummnig from your study, the door cracked opened slightly to the right down the little hallway. Azriel grinning, locking the front door behind him and tip toeing off his boots and his leather jacket.

You were the calm to his storm and his chaos. He met you in Velaris, working as one of the head weapon manuifactorers in Velaris alongside your Uncle. He's welded and created swords, daggers, shields, any weaponry one could imagine, for centuries and centuries on end. You learned under his tutoilage before he let you take over the shop, wishing to start his retirement and live the rest of his days in peace by the sea. You had no intensions of finding a mate yourself, and you never thought you would. But when Azriel stepped into the shop, slightly neededing to duck his head because of his height and his shadows follwing right behind him, it was game over for the pair of you.

You both felt it instantly: mates.

"Darling?" Azriel said softly as he poked his head into your study, seeing you look up from the drafts on your small table. You grinned, rubbing your lower back and placing your pencil on the table to get up from the chair. Your study was filled to the brim with weaponry books and novels, some academic and some from other fictional fantasy books thanks to Nesta gifting them to you from the House of Wind. There were other trinkets and smaller baldes dispalyed on the wall and over the fireplace mantel, your favorite pieces you never wish to part with.

Azriel slipped into the study as you moved around the desk and melted in his arms. He hummed, the scent of ashes and smoke in your hair as he felt some of the smudges along your fingers against the back of his neck. It was a calming trigger for him, one of the first things that brought him peace when it came to physical contact.

"I've missed you today," Azriel said against your hair, "I'm sorry I'm late to come home,"

"Nonsense," You replied, pecking his jaw as you pulled away and pointed to the papers on the desk, "I was struck with an idea for a new blade, a gift for Rhysand for his birthday. Come check it for me,"

"Me?" Azriel asked sheepishly as you grinned, tugging him along to the desk and pointing to the paper on the top of the stack, "I only know so much--"

"You know enough because it's Rhysand, and it's a blade like Truth Teller," You explained, seeing the small amused look from Azriel as you rolled your eyes, "Not exactly, Az. Almost though! Feyre asked for a new blade for him as a birthday gift, and she wished to pay me plenty for it,"

"And you said no to the payment, I believe?" Azriel questioned you with a raised brow.

"I never wish to take money from them, you know that," You reasoned, "However, given the circumstances and the time frame she has given me, I took some of the money she offered to pay me,"

"That a girl," Azriel replied happily, kissing your cheek, "Never be afriad to take some money for your hard work,"

Azriel was your number one advocate, even before coming a mated couple officially. After you two found out you were mates, it was all a whirlwind of questions and concerns. However, it was you that suggested you two take it slow, to get to know each other as friends first before jumping into anything that was serious. Azriel liked that idea, and your friendhsip begun and blossomed over time.

He would visit your shop every day in the early afternoon, browsing all of the weaponry you made yourself and asking you about the metal and supplies. He was also polite and chivalrous with you, offering to take you to lunch or dinner after your shift, or even a walk together in the local parks on your off days.

Azriel loved listening to you sing, hearing you sing a softer melody as you were working away on a sword in your back room and hunched over with a hammer at the blade. The softness of your voice, the slight tremor with the words that were flowing out with ease, he was memorized with you. After hearing it a few times, he asked what the song was when you two were walking together hand in hand through the shopping district one summer afternoon.

"My mother sang it to me as a babe," You explained as you stopped to breathe in some of the daffodils that were being sold in front of the florist shop, "She died when I was very young, pnemonia took her in her sleep. But I remmeber her with long brown hair, and her voice singing the song would lure me to sleep at times. I sing that song when I'm happy, truly happy, because my mother always brought me happiness,"

Azriel's own busy schedule and a stressful job working for the High Lord had him more private and secluded, not wishing to have you too wrapped in his life to the point of your life being in danger. Azriel even taught you how to fight in the backyard behind your shop, bringing up your self-defense knowledge from elementary to lethal. You never minded it, mostly because you would see him covered in sweat and shirtless with his daggers in hand. Yet all you could do is wink at him to distract him, then to have him on the ground and you perched over his body with a knife to his throat.

He grinned, falling for you harder.

Of course when he told you that, you understood, so your friendship that blossomed into a relationship was mostly quiet and private. Hidden dates and rendezvous on date nights, Azriel whisking you away to the moutains on the weekends to go camping, you've enjoyed them all. Azriel was showing a new side of himself to you when it was just the two of you, the tension was off his shoulders and wings, the bright smile on his lips shinned as brightly as the sun, you wished that he had that more in his life.

Even being cradled in his arms, both of you bare under your sleeping packs to look at the stars during one camping trip, you felt that love seeping out more and more. Loving Azriel was one of the best feelings in the world, the first time you ever felt this with another person was both scary and thrilling all at once.

"I wouldn’t trade you for all the stars in the sky,” Azriel vowed to you as you both were looking at the constellations high above you. It was his way of telling you he loved you, and you never thouht your heart would be as full as it was in on that moutain top.

When he wished to ask you for your hand in marriage after years of courting you, he went to your Uncle for his blessing. Although your Uncle was petrfied of Azriel, he admired the Shadow Singer and how he placed your happiness in love in front of his own.

Your Uncle walked you down the aisle to your awaiting fiance, the Priestess marrying you two under the moon and stars with the Inner Circle as witnesses.

"This is great," Azriel voiced as he took the paper and looked over the design, you were waiting on bated breath as he was analyzing the drawing, "Rhysand will love this!"

"Truly?" You asked, "You're not saying that because you're my husband?"

"Cauldron no!" Azriel replied as he palced the paper back on the table and kissed you sweetly, "He's gonna love it. The blade he uses now is just for show and it's nearly over 2,000 years old, so this will be a great upgrade for him,"

"I thought so too, since the handle on his blade is a bit rusty and loose for him to use in battle," You said in a snort, Azriel laughed as you then lokced fingers together, "Come, let's have a bath together and turn in for the night,"

Azriel felt that warmth again, that warmth that he never thoghut he would have with another. Through all the trials and joys, you stood right next to him. Even when Pythrian was in jeoprady with a battle on the horizons and King Hybren bringing pain and chaos, Azriel wished to keep you safe and away from the battle. You were his priority, for the very first time he placed someone in front of himself and he was simply fine with it.

So as you two stripped off your clothes and sunk into the water of your bath, Azriel having your back to his front and hearing you sing the very song your mother sang to you, he was insanely and utterly happy with all that he had.

It was in his arms, as precious as a jewel but as strong as a blade.

The End.

Spring Prompt Session

[pisscff-archived-blog]

👫 [mmm I just saw this whOops)

@senorita-armero [Hermit to the world] [not acc.]

1. Like I mentioned in a previous headcanon/ask, Sniper couldn’t approve more of Bullet’s presence on the battlefield, as she makes his job a lot easier by providing ammo for him. Paradoxically, he’s one of the classes who needs her help the least, for as a sniper, he makes sure that every shot counts and doesn’t waste much ammo. Also his nest are probably a pain in the ass to access. If he ever complains, he’ll tell her it’s good exercise. (while he remains there and only moves if spotted, what a hypocrite)

2. If they grow acquainted enough for Bullet to release her Mom Instincts on him, expect a lot of useless bickering and bantering. He absolutely hates it when anyone remotely tries to cater for him that way (just because he doesn’t want to acknowledge that he’s not a responsible adult), so she could expect a lot of eye-rolling, ironic “yes mum”. She’s also a few years older than him (abouuut ten years older if I remember correctly? Or a little bit less), so it helps the comedic dynamic.

3. Nobody will ever convince me that they don’t have shooting contest. Desert Eagles vs sniper rifle. They turn the dummies to dust and it’s absolutely ridiculous. Miss Pauling has blamed their silly rivalry for the unnecessary order to resupplies of targets and dummies.

4. He’s never been one to pay particular attention to people’s accents (he’ll take note of them, but with no particular appreciation), but he makes an exception for Dolores’ accent. It’s awesome. Really nice to listen to 10/10 would recommend. He’d rather die in a pit stabbed by ten Spies than admit to it, though.

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PLOT

There is no one better than Do-Joon to get in trouble, always following others lead he end up being blame for everything. True walking disaster, eveyone is used to see him at the precinct then eveyrone there know him and his mother. People admire her selfless care for him after all these years and the fact she never shows anything but love for her son. Then when he is accused for the murder of a schoolgirl why will it change ? Again, he didn’t do it and he’s framed because of his relatives so if the police does nothing he will finish his life in jail.

Jin-Tae is Do-Joon friend as much as a bookmaker is friend with his bigest gambler, hang out with the “dumb dumb” as long as it’s funny ok but now that he’s in jail it’s over. Helping his mother ? If she has some cash then why not. The “always to busy to work on the case” attorney but happy to neogicate asylium for his client between to shots of soju ? If she has some cash then why not. And the police ? Even the money can’t buy freedom when you found the perfect suspect. The world where our characters are living is a world of injustice, it forces them to chose rather acceptation or run, no matter what..

At conclusion Do-Joon walks out of jail as a free man even if he actually killed that young girl, thanks mama. And lost in the mountains, village’s people go back to their boredroom and their gossip.

[vasan]

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