#one-way ANOVA

[0scill4te]

I just wanna find unbiased Information on something but its all so polarized. so polarized

[dusty-bookelf]

Math major Neil and PreMed Aaron having to take calculus together.

Neil just gets it

Aaron does Not. And it pisses him off to no end

Aaron studies constantly and cannot get it. Especially like the concept of limits and stuff (me? Projecting? Never)

When Neil can (rarely) be bothered to show up, he doodles fox paws the whole time

Neil still scores higher on every test which causes Aaron’s eye to twitch

Eventually Aaron manages to score one percentage higher, activating Neil’s competitive mode

They spend more time getting on each other’s nerves and antagonizing to get ahead but also somehow bonding?

Because like “Aaron you idiot don’t do that the stupid way our Prof explained it, do it this way easier way” and “Neil you need to eat and sleep so when I score higher on you this next test you have no excuse”

They may not care about the class and care even less about each other but their drive to destroy the other means they both do really well in the class

Alternatively:

Aaron working on a research project and being super excited to do fancy statistical analysis with the guy his PI tells him is like a super genius only to find out it’s actually Neil

It takes all of his restraint not be like “you can’t be serious. This idiot can’t pay attention to a count down let alone run ANOVA”

If his future weren’t riding on this he would quit

They end up publishing and Aaron is livid Neil played an integral role in him getting into med school.

Andrew has a copy of the paper in a special binder neither of them know about

I just like the idea of them being forced to bond because STEM undergrad sucks and you can’t do it alone plus math and science always be arguing theirs is more important

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday, Six Sentence, Last Line(s) & Detailed OC Template

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Music for Life, Despair & Monsters, Edward Carmine from that novelization of a roleplay I was in once and The UnTitledverse, six sentences for A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore and Last Line for The Silver Chronicles, with a Detailed OC Template(?) by @keylo-taloon for my newest OC: Raphael.

Edward Carmine won't just appear in the first saga (The Perfect Storm) of The UnTitledverse as the main antagonist, but I've set him up as a major antagonist for a novelization of a roleplay I was once apart of. Edward, despite his claims of being better than everybody, is narrow minded. So much so that if he perceives an insult against him, his superiority-inferiority complex runs in overdrive and he must prove that insult wrong. Unfortunately he views himself as the best of humanity, so finding creatures way more intelligence and stronger than him really pushes him to extreme lengths to ruin their peace and quiet. At the end of it, he ends up building a whole trap to lure everyone who has ever "wronged him" so he can incinerate them, and when that doesn't work, he tries to kill them himself, only to end up where he ends up in The UnTitledverse, where he begins his vile legacy that ruins so many lives and almost destroys the multiverse because of his arrogance.

"Break it down today Tear the pieces up and burn the shreds Lay to rest the circus of the dead, the end It was a mistake in time But there's no turning back the clock And now it's me who has to be the one to stop it

How long must they roam? With instincts they don't understand Old lives they dance to forget Lost souls away from home Destroy the nightmare by design Welcome back this time

To break the cycle Come follow me I'll cut the strings, 'cause you are not a puppet Break the cycke You can be free Your time is through Break break break break Break break break break the cyle

Toil and toil and toil build the maze Where daddy's little monsters await Chasing voices not seeing the flames That grow to free their souls from their chains Break the cycle!"

Next up I wanna talk a little about the last WIP to The Perfect Storm saga from The UnTitledverse, called Supremacy, where the protagonists (namely Joaquin, Mario and Calvin) get together their allies to take on the Unknown Evil's forces, only for its defeat to seem too easy, leading to Edward Carmine taking the spotlight, alongside Jester, and stealing the Unknown Evil's power for himself to become some combination of an human consciousness/artificial intelligence god-like being unable to be destroyed due to the phylactery he has keeping his soul and power anchored to the material realm. It's here that Joaquin, Mario and Calvin truly come closer to their arcs in this saga and commit to destroying Edward and his reign and cycles of terror once and for all, even if it costs them their lives.

"There's a moment in your bones when When the fire takes over Blood is running, heart is pumping As the battle gets closer

Ooh, they can say what they want now Ooh, 'cause we'll be screaming out

We can be heroes everywhere we go We can have all that we ever want Swinging like Ali, knocking out bodies Standing on top like a champion Keep your silver, give me that gold You'll remember when I say We can be heroes everywhere we go Keeping us down is impossible 'cause we're unstoppable

Oh whoa, we're unstoppable Oh whoa, we're unstoppable

Every spotlight, every sound byte Everybody who gave up Is just the fuel for wanting it more Than anybody against us

Ooh, they can say what they want now Ooh, 'cause we'll be screaming our

We can be heroes everywhere we go We can have all that we ever want Swinging like Ali, knocking out bodies Standing on top like a champion Keep your silver, give me that gold You'll remember when I say We can be heroes everywhere we go Keeping us down is impossible 'cause we're unstoppable

Oh whoa, we're unstoppable Oh whoa, we're unstoppable

Ooh, they can say what they want now Ooh, 'cause we'll be screaming out

We can be heroes everywhere we go We can have all that we ever want Swinging like Ali, knocking out bodies Standing on top like a champion Keep your silver, give me that gold You'll remember when I say We can be heroes everywhere we go Keeping us down is impossible 'cause we're unstoppable

Oh whoa, we're unstoppable Oh whoa, we're unstoppable Oh whoa, we're unstoppable Oh whoa, we're unstoppable Oh whoa, we're unstoppable We're unstoppable!"

And lastly a song for Life, Despair & Monsters. When I think of "See You Again" in the context of Life, Despair & Monsters, I think of the finale of the series. When the dust settles and the worlds are saved from total collapse, who are to remember the sacrifice made for multiverse that's none the wiser? Who are to grieve the saviors who do not return home? How do the few families and friends go through the loss? How do the survivors grapple with their new stead in life? Do Jennifer and Sonya huddle close at night, both wondering whether or not the others made it out? Loss is not a stranger in any of my series (just look to Silva, Huntress Caroline, Logan and any of the other protagonists from The Silver Chronicles), but here it's... ambiguous. After all, there are no bodies found nor retrieved in the wreckage of that cage the heroes of this series kept the remains of the Ruin of the Midnight Rise inside. Then again, bodies were never a guaranteed privilege for these few, especially on a vengeance mission like this. Maybe the next time Monika answers her apartment door, Haoyu will be standing there, slaying in an outfit in the way only they can. Or perhaps the one time Marinette does glance to the doorway of her next class, Icarus or perhaps even Hatsukami or Tulip will be there, ready to attend as if they didn't just come back from saving the world. Or maybe she and Chaton will find Hatter perched atop the Eiffel Tower, where the breeze was just right. Though it's just as likely that Monika will only answer an empty door, the doorway to Marinette's next class still without one of her best friends, Hatter's vacant perch occupied by nestling pigeons, and Camelot without its Lancelot, nor the enigmatic Orion that served the kingdom dutifully, despite his strange origins, with Queen Guenevere ensuring a remembrance for both knights was built.

"Damn, who knew? All the planes we flew, good things we been through That I'd be standing right here talking to you 'Bout another path, I know we loved to hit the toad and laugh But something told me that it wouldn't last Had to switch up, look at things different, see the bigger picture Those were the days, hard work forever pays Now I see you in a better place

Uh, how can we not talk about family when family's all that we got? Everything I went through, you were standing there by my side And now you gon' be with me for the last ride!"

"It's been a long day without you, my friend And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again ("I'll see you again!") We've come a long way from where we began ("Yeah, we came a long way!") Oh, I'll tell you all about it when I see you again ("You know we started, let me tell you!") When I see you again

Oh, oh Woo!"

"First you both go out your way and the vibe is feeling strong And what;s small turned to a friendship, a friendship turned to a bond And that bond will never be broken, the love will never get lost ("'Cause the love will never get lost!") And when brotherhood come first, then the line will never be crossed Established it on out own, when that line had to be drawn And that line is what we reach, so remember me when I'm gone ("Remember me when I'm gone!")

How can we not talk about family when family's all that we got? Everything I went through, you were standing there by my side And now you gon' be with me for the last ride!"

"So let the light guide your way, yeah Hold every memory as you go And every road you take will always lead you home, home!"

Here's a six sentence scene for my Fallout: New Vegas WIP, which will be renamed as I've come to feel The House On Top to be unsatisfying. Anyway, Ress and Boone everyone!:

Ress flicked off the brain matter that splattered onto her cheek, taking her shades out from her breast pocket and placing them back on.

She looked up to the mouth of the ugly green dinosaur, able to make out the figure in there even with the shades dampening her unique perception.

Taking the red beret off of her head, she gave Boone a thumbs up, grinning gleefully.

She recognized what was likely a gesture from his head to "come up and see me and give me my damn beret back you weird bitch". At least, that's what Ress interpreted it as.

Looking down to the headless corpse of Jeannie, Ress couldn't help but take a moment to admire the sight. It was certainly impressive work for a sniper. Could be useful, especially out in the Mojave.

That's one less scum roaming the Mojave, Ress thought as she kicked dirt onto the piece of shit's body, And no rent for me to pay for a while longer.

And last line(s) for the Slay The Princess AU but with Silva, Faith and the Voice:

The Herald halted upon hearing the Vicar's cry; hesitant to move forward, despite His urgent words. From the doorway, she narrowed her eyes at the figure ahead of her, absorbing the details.

What is it that you see?

The Herald felt a hitch in her throat; before her was not the Princess, notable by the modest dress she adorned, nor the Deputy and her contemporary wears. No, before her was a woman who was slack against the chair she was seated in, clothes bordering on a regal masculinity and yet worn with tears stitched up from what appeared to be fights prior.

Before the Herald (and the Saint, and the Vicar) was not a prisoner chained inside this bunker, with how nothing obstructed the woman (who can neither be a Princess nor a Deputy) from exiting, and yet she rested in her chair, dead to the world. Like a recent corpse, whose attire only seemed to contradict the beliefs and attitudes of the woman she's met before. That the Saint had told her about.

And here's what I have so far for info on a new OC by the name of Raphael, in whatever WIP he will end up being in.

Introduction:

Name: Raphael

Alias(es): N/A

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them

Height: Roughly 6ft.

Sexuality: Aro king.

Gender: Trans Male.

Age (current): 46

Native language(s): Polish

Other spoken language(s): English and Romanian.

Nationality: Polish.

Hobbies: Cartography and Calligraphy.

Zodiac sign: N/A

Likes: Swords, history, and duels.

Dislikes: Arachnoids and the Engineer. Yahar'ghul.

Fear(s): Failure.

Rationality (1-10): 9

Emotionality (1-10): 5

Introvert or extrovert (1-10): 7 Introvert, 10 Extrovert

Date of birth: 1984.

Birthplace: Poland.

Current residence: Romania.

Culture(s) they grew up with: Polish and Yharnam.

Role model/Person they look up to: Raza.

Apperance:

Species: Human.

Eye color: N/A

Hair color: Dirty blonde.

Hair style: Short hair but with a bald spot, covered by his helmet's blindfold visor/cap.

Skin tone: Fair complexion.

Ethnicity: Polish.

Weight: TBA

Body type: Trapezoid

Other physical characteristics: TBA

Scar(s): TBA

Usual facial expression: A grim and often worried frown. Though it's really hard to tell what else he expresses due to visor blindfold covering his eyes.

Body mod(s): TBA

Story involvement:

Story role: Deuteragonist. Guide.

First mentioned: TBA

First appearance: Penultimate WIP.

Last appearance: Either Penultimate WIP or that concept of a WIP I'm not gonna write.

Last mentioned: TBA

Current occupation(s): Gatekeeper of Yharnam.

Former occupation(s): TBA

Affiliation(s): The Omniscient Rule and Raza.

Rank(s): First Line of Defense.

Title(s): TBA

Death: Determinant.

Killed by: Determinant.

Backstory

Childhood: Grew up in his realm's Poland, and was born blind. The Arachnoids had invaded his world, sending their Exterminators to kill off every living being in that universe due to a supposed Kin hiding amongst them. Survived, and found his way to Yharnam, where Raza mentored and trained him as its Gatekeeper to keep anything unrecognizable out and anything recognizable in.

Education: Special education cut short at age 13 when the Arachnoids invaded his realm. Raza picked up the slack and then some from there.

Teenage years: Mostly spent under the mentorship of Raza.

Important person(s): Raza.

Important event(s): The invasion of his world and Yahar'ghul's resurgence in activity. More TBA.

Traits:

Strength(s): His hearing.

Weakness(es): His experience is... lacking against any actual powerful foe.

Special skill(s): Various sword styles.

Weapon(s) of choice: Calvary Szabla.

Combat style: TBA

Positive trait(s): Reliable, hard working, efficient sword skills, more TBA.

negative trait(s): Overconfident, afraid of failure, and more TBA.

Optimist or Pessimist (1-10): 4 in Optimism, 7 in Pessimism.

Bad habit(s): Beats himself over things out of his control. Overexerts himself.

relationships

Best friend(s): TBA

Childhood/former friend(s): TBA

Partner(s): TBA

Love intrest(s): N/A

Enemy(ies): Arraknis and the Arachnoids + Exterminators. Rouske and Yahar'ghul, including Saint Matilda and the Engineer. The Paragon of Extinction.

family

Pet(s)/Animal(s): Gunter, a carrion crow he's tamed.

Parent(s): TBA.

Sibling(s): N/A

Other relative(s): TBA.

health

Mental health: TBA

Disabilities: Congenital Blindness.

Physical conditions: Besides his congenital blindness? More TBA.

Important medical history: TBA

Addiction(s): TBA

other:

Aesthetic: TBA

Clothing style: The Choir set from Bloodborne, only because Raza thought Raphael would be less likely to be attacked if there were survivors of Yharnamites or Choir members.

Favorite food: TBA

Favorite color: TBA

Favorite music genre: TBA

Alignment: Between Neutral Good and Lawful Neutral.

Eating habit(s): Healthy rations.

Sleeping habit(s): TBA, but likely nothing consistent.

Character playlist: "Tree House" by Alex G ft. Emily Yacina.

Picture(s)/Faceclaim(s): TBA.

Voice claim: TBA

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[josephseedismyfather]

oc familiar quiz

Many thanks to @socially-awkward-skeleton, @cassietrn, @la-grosse-patate, and @noodlecupcakes for tagging me in this quiz! 🥰 Evangeline and Austin are under the cut!

~ Butterfly ~

Though often overlooked, the Butterfly familiar is a major symbol of one who has had a major change or transformation in their life. Very likely, you have gone through many struggles in life, many of them within yourself, as you tried to find who you were and what your purpose was. Maybe you are still going through that, or maybe you have had a breakthrough and discovered who you truly are inside. Butterflies represent a lively, inspired individual, and understanding life's deepest secrets. A Butterfly familiar helps their master stay sure of themselves and remain themselves, as well as inspire them throughout life. This familiar represents -Transformation -Breakthrough in character -Understanding -Secrets -Liveliness -Inspiration -Uniqueness

~ Manta Ray ~

This sea creature, though a lesser known familiar, has its own unique beauty to it. It glides gracefully through the ocean with the impression of flying, its journey unfazed by most of its environment. In a similar way, you take things in life as they come, and understand that the future is still to come, and that the past is left behind. You are very careful with your actions and words, living a balanced life and understanding your own goals and personality. A Manta Ray familiar keeps their master's mindset and priorities in check, and helps them remain calm in any situation. This familiar represents -Balance -Peacefulness -Taking life as it comes -Grace -Understanding -Being sure of yourself -Carefulness

~ Snake ~

This familiar has been a symbol of good and evil for centuries. Though seen as representing death or cunning in some cultures, in others it is said to be a symbol of healing and wisdom as well. In the same way, others may see you in different ways, whether it is the flaws or the good. Just like a striking snake, you tend to act on either instinct or impulse. However, you are also very intellectual or creative, helping you make the best out of any tough situations you get into. A Snake familiar heals their master emotionally or spiritually, guides them through problems, and keeps them prepared to take action. This familiar represents -Good and evil -Healing -Impulse -Wisdom or creativity -Intellect -Quick-thinking

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[edettethegreat]

t my beloved I'm so sorry for insulting you

at least you're not f. at least you're not anova.

t obt my beloathed </3

[covid-safer-hotties]

Assessment of the liver with two-dimensional shear wave elastography following COVID-19 infection: A pilot study - Published May 6, 2024

More study is needed, but this is not a good sign: Just having covid potentially damages your liver?

Abstract Introduction/Purpose The coronavirus disease (COVID-19) is a widely spread viral infectious disease, which can impact multiple organs, including the liver. Elevated liver enzymes have been reported in COVID-19 patients; however, potential changes in liver stiffness following the viral infection remain uncertain. The main aim of this pilot study was to determine if there is a significant difference in liver stiffness between individuals who have never been infected with COVID-19 and those who had been infected with COVID-19 <6 months, experiencing only mild symptoms. The secondary aim was to compare the liver stiffness between participants infected with COVID-19 depending on the elapsed time since infection.

Methods Two-dimensional shear wave elastography (2D-SWE) was performed prospectively on 68 participants. Thirty-four participants had been infected with COVID-19 (all for <6 months) (COVID-19 group), and another 34 had never been infected with COVID-19 (control group). The mean 2D-SWE measurements of both the COVID-19 group and the control group were compared using an independent t-test. The mean 2D-SWE measurements of the COVID-19 subgroups A (<2 months), B (2 to <4 months) and C (4 to <6 months) were compared using a one-way ANOVA test (P < 0.05).

Results The (mean ± standard deviation) liver stiffness (kPa) of the COVID-19 group (5.26 ± 1.63 kPa) was significantly higher than the control group (4.30 ± 0.96 kPa) (P = 0.005). There was no significant difference in liver stiffness among subgroups A (5.20 ± 1.79 kPa), B (4.70 ± 1.53 kPa) and C (5.96 ± 1.48 kPa) (P = 0.143) respectively.

Discussion The mean liver stiffness of 4.30  ±  0.96k Pa in the control group showed a high probability of being normal as per guidelines. Conversely, the mean liver stiffness of 5.26  ±  1.63 kPa in the COVID-19 group exhibited a statistically significant increase compared to the control group. However, compensated advanced chronic liver disease was ruled out without other known clinical signs, as per guidelines.

Conclusion A statistically significant increase in liver stiffness value was observed in the post-COVID-19 infection group compared to the group who had never been infected. This highlights the potential for short-term impact on liver stiffness associated with COVID-19 infection. However, it is unclear if these changes in liver stiffness are associated with liver injury. Further study is warranted to investigate the effects of COVID-19 infection and its long-term impact on the liver.

[the-silver-chronicles]

5 Songs and 3 Outfits

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RULES: Post 5 songs associated with your OC(s), followed by 3 outfits they would wear.

Gathered Silva Omar, Kamski Neon and Ernesto Stallone for this one. Read under the cut:

SILVA OMAR (FAR CRY 5)

Dream -Bishop Briggs

"I wanna break down where your heart gets So torn it's almost breaking mine I wanna lay here, lost and bitter So long, I feel like I could die I wanna tell you what my truth is But it's buried down inside."

Last One Standing - Skylar Grey ft. Polo G, Mozzy, & Eminem

"Now you see me standing in the lights But you never saw my sacrifice Or all the nights I had to struggle to survive Had to lose it all to win the fight I had to fall so many times Now I'm the last one standing."

Safe And Sound - Capital Cities

"I could lift you up I could show you what you wanna see Take you where you wanna be You could be my luck Even if the sky is fallin' down I know that we'll be safe and sound."

Heat Waves - Glass Animals

"I just wanna know what you're dreaming of When you sleep and smile so comfortable I just wish that I could give you that That love that's perfectly unsad Sometimes all I think about is you Late nights in the middle of June Heat waves been fakin' me out Heat waves been fakin' me out."

Somebody That I Used To Know - Gotye ft. Kimbra

"Now and then, I think of all the times you screwed me over But had me believing it was always something that I'd done But I don't wanna live that way Reading into every word you say You said you could let it go And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know."

Note: The women in the images below are not Silva's faceclaim and I unfortunately could not remove them. I had done my best at removing their features but if you notice a difference between the women and Silva's faceclaim, please ignore it and focus on the clothing instead. Thank you for your understanding.

Below is Silva's dress which she pretty much only wears at home, a longer version of the deputy uniform, and her casual clothing (plus that of which she wears during the Reaping). Yeah, she doesn't like to show off a lot of skin.

Another note: These are not the right colors.

KAMSKI NEON (FAR CRY 5)

[No Faceclaim Acquired Yet]

Enemy - Imagine Dragons ft. J.I.D

"Oh, the misery Everybody wants to be my enemy Spare the sympathy Everybody wants to be my enemy Look out for yourself!"

Whatever It Takes - Imagine Dragons

"Whatever it takes 'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins I do whatever it takes 'Cause I love how it feels when I break the chains Whatever it takes You take me to the top I'm ready for whatever it takes 'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins I do what it takes."

Some Nights - Fun.

"Some nights I stay up cashing in my bad luck Some nights I call it a draw Some nights I wish that my lips could build a castle Some nights I wish they'd just fall off But I still wake up, I still see your ghost Oh, Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh."

All The Stars - Kendrick Lamar ft. SZA

"Tell me what you gon' do to me Confrontation aint nothing new to me You could bring a bullet Bring a sword Bring a morgue But you can't bring the truth to me Fuck you and all your expectations I don't even want your congratulations I recognize your false confidence and calculated promises All in your conversation I hate people that feel entitled Look at me crazy cause I aint invite you Oh you important? You the moral to the story? You endorsing? Motherfucker I don't even like you Corrupted mans heart with a gift Thats how you find out who you dealing with."

Spirits - The Strumbellas

"I got guns in my head and they won't go Spirits in my head and they won't go I got guns in my head and they won't go Spirits in my head and they won't go But the gun still rattles The gun still rattles, oh."

Kamski's clothing mostly consists of a worn doctors uniform, however he does use a pedestrian disguise with a mask if he's going to do something illegal or a regular casual clothing (in the habit of dressing up for winter and refuses to break habit even in the worst of Summer) when going to do legal groceries.

ERNESTO STALLONE (FAR CRY 5)

[No Faceclaim Acquired Yet]

Bad Feeling - Jagwar Twin

"They say! Everything's perfect here And the sun is shining Hey! Hey! Everything's perfect here There's nobody crying Oompa loompa doompety do I got a bad feeling about you Oompa loompa I don't know, dude I got a bad feeling about you."

Hot Girl Bummer (slowed + reverb) - blackbear

"Fuck you, and you, and you I hate your friends and they hate me too. I'm through, I'm through, I'm through."

I'm A Wanted Man - Royal Deluxe

"They didn't know it when they turned me loose I shot the sheriff and I slipped the noose The law ain't never been a friend of mine I'd kill again to keep from doing time You should never ever trust my kind I'm a wanted man I got blood on my hands Do you understand? I'm a wanted man."

Bad - Royale Deluxe

"I'm bad As bad can be So bad That it's hard to believe Oh what they say about me I'm bad, I'm bad As bad can be I'm bad Take a look and see So bad That it's hard to believe I don't care what they say about me."

Bloodshot - Sam Tinnesz

"I'll take another hit to the backbone I'm picking up the heat Like an atom bomb No time on the clock It's a bloodshot 3, 2, 1 You got me bloodshot Maybe I'm a good guy Standing on the wrong side Maybe I'm a sweetheart Trying to make my own scars Don't know what it looks like Just know what it feels like Scared to let it outside Scared of what I just might find."

Stallone doesn't have that much change in clothing besides two changes in his dark blue Courser Guard/gunslinger uniform and his disguised Chosen clothing (for when he infiltrates Eden's Gate).

[magixfairyix]

Soul of a Witch, Fate of a Fairy

Iorda's past mentor, Almah, forces her through a ritual to sever her magic from her body.

After all the events of SSS. This is the last moment in the post-season 8 timeline (SSS) before Iorda is able to heal. The end of the SSS timeline, aka this moment, is before the New Beginnings timeline (healing and normal life events).

TW: Blood, consumption of blood, self-harm in a ritualistic way, death of innocents, emotional panic

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Iorda’s hands trembled as they held the small wooden bowl, placing it on the grass in front of her. It was empty. But it would soon be filled by all the vials and herbs in her book bag resting on the grass next to her.

She could hear the eerie breathing of the four strangers standing a fair distance away from her. It was a good thing she couldn’t see anything. Iorda didn’t want to see their eyes clouded over with a lavender light, standing in a line in a coma-like trance awaiting their demise if Iorda made a wrong move.

“Grab the hemlock,” Almah said, voice even.

Iorda couldn’t see Almah either, and she didn’t trust herself not to run if she turned around. Three days earlier her past mentor had finally built up enough energy over her five years of dormancy to manifest a spiritual form once again and had approached Iorda while she was alone in the apartment in Magix City she shared with Darcy.

Iorda had been a full witch for two years at this point and no longer bothered with using positive emotions for her magic. Hell, one year into those two years Icy came to her to ask if she would be open to the idea of joining their coven. Iorda was surprised at the fact, but not out of disdain for the idea—she and the Winx had been very close with the Trix for years now, after all. 

It was because Iorda still had trouble believing that she was a full witch now. After all the years of forcing herself to fulfill her role as the Fairy of Dark Arts, regardless of Liliss’ magic within her, the idea of being a full witch was still foreign to her. But not unpleasant.

She of course agreed to join the Trix, because how could she not?

She and the three witches had grown close, though Iorda still had the same connection with the Winx as she always had. Deep in her heart, Iorda prayed to any deity or power out there that her closeness to the witches—particularly Darcy��would follow through.

After Almah had come to Iorda, she told the girl that she was no longer unfit to have the power of the Fairy of Dark Arts. Iorda did what she could to convince Almah that she would still fight any danger regardless if she was a fairy or a witch, but it was clear Almah only cared about one thing.

The Fairy of Dark Arts.

Not Iorda.

And if Iorda was unfit, then she could be gotten rid of.

That was why Iorda was knelt down deep in the forest of Magix with no one around, with Almah looming anova the four entranced figures. She knew that this ritual—Almah explained it so—would sever her magic and soul from her body, killing her in the process so it could pass on.

She knew it from the beginning.

It was the reason Iorda, while shakily grabbing her book bag after Almah’s threats to kill as many innocents as her power allowed until Iorda agreed, had taken a piece of water opal from the shallow dish of water—on top of the dresser drawers with the rest of the crystals—and placed it beside the dish.

Iorda didn’t want to risk not being subtle with Almah at the floor below, and she wasn’t sure if Almah could read her mind to figure out if she did anything suspicious. She and Darcy were both well-versed in crystals and older ways of witchcraft, and by extension, both of them knew that water opal can fade or break when not kept in constant moisture. 

She just had to hope Darcy would recognize something was wrong.

Iorda breathed in shakily as she picked the hemlock flowers off of the stem, letting the petals fall into the wooden bowl—she vaguely remembered Flora saying something about that particular plant being highly poisonous. But something told her a poisonous plant was the least of what she would have to consume in the potion.

“Good.”

“Alamah…” Iorda started, voice breaking.

Any further attempts at speech were silenced after a sharp snapping sound that echoed through the clearing. Iorda heard a dull thump as one of the bodies fell limp to the ground before she felt a small bit of blood splatter across her cheek and her hair.

“You will not hesitate,” Almah said, her voice calm as if speaking about the weather. “You are unfit to carry the magic you were given, and so, you need to be selfless for once and let it pass on.”

Iorda swallowed the ache in her chest that threatened to turn into a sob, ignoring the urge to turn around to see which one of the strangers was the one who was killed. But she managed to see the body’s arm, just barely, with a charm bracelet hanging off it. 

The youngest one, Iorda recognized it from the bracelet. 

She must have been barely thirteen.

“Yes, Almah…” Iorda said, voice weak and trembling as she tried to bury the guilt at being the indirect cause of the death of someone’s daughter, someone’s friend. She bit down on her lip, trying to stifle any reaction to the suffocating scent of iron.

“Now, the nightshade. Do it carefully.”

Iorda tried to repress a whimper as she reached into her bookbag, grabbing a handful of the poisonous berries. The shopkeeper had been concerned why Iorda was buying them, and in such a hurt. But Iorda had managed to get them without the shopkeeper seeing her terror.

She really was going to die today.

Iorda wanted to use her last moments to think about everything good that had happened in her life lately. She was happy with herself as a witch, she had friends, a coven, a girlfriend whom she loved dearly. Hell, she and Darcy just participated in a Zenothian tradition only two months ago called Lupercalia where they’d promised to be in eachothers’ lives for as long as life allowed.

Life didn’t allow Iorda much time at all, it seemed.

But all she could focus on was how her heart throbbed so much she could feel it in her head. Iorda could feel her breathing shallow, and she told herself to keep breathing. She knew that Almah wouldn’t care if she stopped breathing from panic, and that she would likely just magically snap the necks of another of the helpless victims if Iorda took her time with the ritual.

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Iorda’s eyes were fixed on the liquid that had begun to form in the bowel that was now half-full. Many other ingredients had been added. More nightshade, some lavender, other spices, other plans that bordered on harmless to deadly; all turned a reddish brown from the blood Almah practically snapped at Iorda to gather from the bleeding girl on the ground.

And then the second one that was killed after Iorda hesitated for a second too long.

Two people dead.

Iorda’s left hand tightly gripped a knife, her arm shaking with the mental effort it took her. It wasn’t even a ceremonial one—a simple, small kitchen knife Almah had Iorda grab before leaving the apartment. Maybe Iorda wished it was a ceremonial one so it could feel less gruesome.

“You know Zenothian runes, yes?” Almah questioned, her translucent hand threateningly held out towards one of the three remaining people in the trance; a young man, who maybe would have just graduated from Red Fountain.

Iorda drew her lip between her teeth, shoulder hunched over.

She nodded.

“Carve foauo into your arm,” Almah ordered—the Zenothian word for ‘soul.’

Iorda felt almost nauseous as she rested the blade of the knife over her forearm. 

“I…” Iorda started, choking on a sob. “I can’t do this, Almah—”

Another snap.

Iorda hunched forwards as she pressed her hand not holding the knife to her mouth, resisting the urge to vomit at the sound of the third person’s neck snapping. She felt blood coat the back of her neck as it was sprayed, slipping down her back and soaking her skirt.

She shuddered, tears falling down her face. “Almah, I beg of you! Please!”

Another snap.

“Now.”

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Iorda felt almost in a daze as she stared down at her forearms. Both of them were bright red and caked with blood, but even through that she could recognize some of the words written in the runic alphabet. Darcy had taught it to her, and so, Iorda could easily tell what the words together would mean.

Foauo. Soul.

Poiaek. Break.

Xauialaet. Rot. 

The sequence took up the entire length of her left arm from her wrist up to her shoulder, while the first two sequences were crowded on her right arm. Iorda had the thought of how hideous they would look on her—she’d started wearing tank tops lately—but then realized through the daze that she’d never have the chance to see herself again.

Iorda shuddered.

There was so much blood.

She felt her sinuses sting at the dampening smell of it.

“Good,” Almah said, satisfied. “Now, turn around.”

Iorda felt a deep sense of dread as she slowly glanced behind her, frightened at the chance that Almah would kill the last person even though she was the one who told her to turn around in the first place. She felt poised to run, and she would if she could.

Staring into the clouded eyes of the last stranger was, ironically, like staring into a mirror.

Iorda suspected that Almah did it on purpose; chose someone who looked eerily similar to how Iorda looked when she first came to the Magical Dimension, and someone who would probably just be starting out at Alfea or Cloud Tower. 

The girl had the same, long straight hair Iorda used to have—darker and almost black, but still brown. She had brown eyes. She would’ve been scared to high hell—ome—if she wasn’t in a trance, the color of her eyes blurred by the glow of Almah’s magic.

Iorda’s eyes darted between the girl and Almah.

“You will drink the potion, and then you will recite the chant,” Almah explained, the consequences clear; even though the girl was the last one, Iorda knew Almah would only go to hurt others if Iorda resisted any further.

Iorda felt tears fall down her face as she nodded mutely, turning back around to the bowl. The knife layed next to it, the blade soaked with Iorda’s blood. This truly was it. Her last few seconds—or minutes, however long it took—of being able to breathe, see, and…

Live.

Iorda breathed in, hands shaking life leaves as she wrapped them around the wooden bowl. She let herself feel the rough texture of the wood for a brief moment, marvelling in being able to feel something like it, before she slowly and uneasily lifted it to her lips.

It smelled of blood.

Everything smelled of blood.

Her hair, her arms, and the grass that was soaked with the crimson liquid still spilling from the four bodies. It was unpleasant, but just like the bowl, Iorda let herself feel grateful for being able to use her senses; knowing that it wouldn’t last.

Iorda felt the wood on her lips.

Then, closing her eyes, she tilted the bowl forwards.

At first it was a stinging sensation on her taste buds from the amount of poisonous plants there was in the mixture, something that was only increased by how warm the potion was—it was a typical thing, they ran hot, but it was still unpleasant. Spicy. Stinging.

It was if the stinging was replaced by a dull shiver—

“IORDA!”

Iorda jumped as she tilted the bowl back down, not swallowing the potion still in her mouth even though it was as if her tongue burned like fire. She looked past the clearing to the entrance of it, seeing fiery red hair before everyone burst through the tightly-knit trees.

Bloom, Stella, Aisha, Musa, Flora, Tecna…

Icy, Stormy…

Darcy.

Iorda let herself feel relief and her shoulders relaxed, not quite placing the bowl on the ground. She kept it up in the air even as her arms ached, the wounds shaped into runes stringing and shooting pain no matter which way she moved them.

“Drink the potion!” Almah screamed.

Iorda whirled around to—

She felt more blood splatter on her face—nauseatingly warm, dripping down the side of her face—before she heard the last and final snap. Her eyes darted to the body of the girl who fell down to the ground, and Iorda flinched back from the sight.

No.

No, no, no.

Iorda couldn’t even hear Bloom talking to Icy, something about a binding spell. She raised a trembling hand to wipe the blood from falling over her lips, shuffling back from the bowl full of the potion as tears fell down her face. She could taste the iron, and it made her feel absolutely sick.

She warily looked up at Almah whose glowing eyes were glaring down at her with fury and darted between Iorda and Musa, who was holding some sort of box with a halo-like glow around it.

Iorda wondered how she ever trusted Almah. She was supposed to be her mentor and actually care about her—even if Almah was always vague and only cared about Iorda being perfect and fulfilling her reputation—and it was as if her heart was torn out of her chest when she saw the unapolegtic disdain in the spirit's eyes.

Dear dragon, she wanted to cry…

She really did.

Almah hovered across the clearing to Iorda, and the girl quickly got to her feet and stepped back in a panic before falling back to the ground, trembling. She coughed out the mouthful of the potion into the grass, gripping her throat when she felt just how much it strung and how close she was to drinking pure poison.

Her arms ached like they had been dipped in fire, and it was as if she couldn’t even bring herself to stand. This was truly the most pathetic she had felt, and no wonder Almah was disappointed.

“DRINK THE—”

“Eat this, fashion fiasco!”

Iorda watched as Stella threw the box Musa had been holding, the light around it glowing a shimmering gold. She felt a deep pit of dread—if whatever they were trying to do didn’t work, then maybe Almah would attack them or Iorda—before the box opened and hovered in front of Almah.

A bright light lit up the clearing like one of the Specialists' flash bangs and Iorda raised a hand over her eyes, breathing shallowly as she flicked back. She felt like a dragon was sitting on her chest, and every single breath was a hard effort, or every movement would make her pass out.

She just felt agonized.

There was angry screaming: Almah.

Iorda heard the sound of something hitting the ground: a dull thump.

She didn't move until she felt someone softly grab her hand, lacing through her fingers as her hand was pulled away from her face. Iorda’s eyes were still shot with tears and fear, her body trembling even though she wasn’t standing. She felt weak. Fatigued.

Her eyes scanned the people in front of her—the Winx, Trix, with Darcy kneeling in front of her and keeping her hand away from her face—before going over the collapsed bodies, soaking the bright grass in a river of crimson pain.

Almah was… gone.

But so were five people with families.

Maybe even six.

Iorda felt like she was gone, too. As if she was in some sort of trance where she couldn't experience anything except the heightened state her body was in.

“She’s in here now,” Aisha said gently, gesturing to the box in her hands.

Iorda bit her bottom lip tightly, feeling her eyes burn with more tears as she looked over the group—all of them were varying expressions of concern, anger, and horror—before choking on a sob as she practically collapsed into Darcy. She didn’t think that she was still partially covered in blood, and all she could feel was a brief sensation of relief before she realized how sick to her stomach she felt.

Her shoulders shook as she cried, burying her head in the witch’s shoulder as she gripped the sleeve of her girlfriend’s top with one hand as if it were a lifeline. Darcy kept gripping Iorda’s hand, resting her free hand over Iorda’s head as the girl shivered and choked on her shallow breaths. 

"Let's get you back to Alfea, okay?" Darcy said slowly.

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Yeah Iorda's mental health is fucked after this. She thought she'd be able to heal after all the S.S.S. events. She does not.

After this she gains an aversion to hot/warm drinks/liquids, because potions run warm. Also nosebleeds are hell for her.

Poor girl.

[trivialbob]

As much as I cook with my sous vide and like to purchase some food in bulk, I should have had a vacuum sealer long ago.

Sometimes I buy a package of steaks at Costco or just a really large cut of meat at a nice butcher shop. The big steak I cut into smaller pieces and save some for later. The Costco steaks I package individually and freeze most of them. Pork tenderloins are a favorite of mine. They cook wonderfully with sous vide. I cut them into two or three servings. A whole one is too much for one or two people as long as you have side dishes.

I've been using Ziploc freezer bags to store the extra cuts of meat. I never manage to get all the air out of the bags, so the meat can get some frost on it.

When cooking with the sous vide, submerging the bag in the water gets out most of the air. But I thought it would be nice to vacuum seal both for storage and for cooking. Plus is just way more cool than zipping a baggie.

After watching some YouTube videos I ordered the Anova Precision Vacuum Sealer Pro. I bought directly from Anova. At the time of my order the price was much better than Amazon's, and there was no shipping charge. Plus I prefer to order direct instead of through Amazon anytime I can.

Last night it arrived. I tried it on all sorts of food. One YouTube video had a tip on how to put a seal down the middle of a bag so two items could share a bag without mixing, like when Peter Brady put a white masking tape line across the floor of the bedroom he shared with Bobby Brady. (Am I dating myself?)

[inafieldofdaisies]

OCs (ships) as Tarot Pairs | uquiz | tagged by @corvosattano ♥️

the tower + the lovers: meeting this person shook your whole world. crumbling down is everything you thought you knew about life and love. their warmth, their generosity, their naivete, their knowing...! you don't know how anything made sense before them. all you know is that nothing will make sense afterwards. 

Ooof. If this doesn't describe John and Sabrina as ship 😭

the devil + the emperor: there's only one religion for the two of you, and that religion is the other. you two are very nearly unhealthily obsessed with one another, and that's just how you like it. when they touch you, they can feel the blood pumping under the surface of your skin. your hearts beat for one another. when the day comes that one stops, the other will soon after. until then, you both will live out your lives in perfect, gothy paradise.

Look at Mer and Jacob being edgy as hell 🤣 but also the set does match their dynamic.

knight of pentacles + the magician: if there's something you want, you will GET IT. nothing escapes your fingertips. after all, you're the power couple. your pairing sparks pure cosmic energy. you're fiercely driven to your goals - whether that be status, fortune, or power. you're also fiercely protective of one another. with the knight's earthy energy, you both prefer to purposefully make your way towards your ambitions, rather than playing cards too early or acting too loosely. meanwhile, the magician's half makes gives you a little fire. if they get too close, onlookers and threats to your relationship may get burned.

Tagging, @socially-awkward-skeleton @chazz-anova @direwombat @florbelles @aceghosts @jillvalentinesday @nightbloodbix @poisonedtruth @adelaidedrubman @madparadoxum @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @g0dspeeed @strafethesesinners @strangefable @thesingularityseries @voidika @theelderhazelnut @cassietrn and anyone that would like to do the uquiz ♥️

[nightwingshero]

Ships as Tarot Cards

I was tagged by @alexxmason @sstewyhosseini @simonxriley @jillvalentinesday @marivenah to take this uquiz for my ships. Thank you lovelies!

Tagging: @ghastlyrider @pen-in-hand @oathofoaksart @water-writings @voidika @inafieldofdaisies @madparadoxum @shegetsburned @chazz-anova @marivenah @glowwormsmith @playstationmademe @deputyash @poisonedtruth @aceghosts @braveonionknight @jinfromyarikawa @anonymousmalkavian @pheedraws and anyone else who wishes to participate. I apologize if you've already been tagged, I'm a little late to the game.

Wren x Leon

the two of cups + the star

your romance is a wish granted. finally, finally, they're here. finally, *it's* here! the time where you don't have to feel lonely anymore - you'll never feel that way ever again. laughter, joy, sweetness, kisses - be at ease. all of these are things you have found someone to share with. your love is a dreamy fantasy of love and devotion and miracles. at first, your chest gets too tight when they're around - until they become as natural as the air in your lungs. deck: ethereal visions tarot.

Athera x Solas

knight of pentacles + the magician

if there's something you want, you will GET IT. nothing escapes your fingertips. after all, you're the power couple. your pairing sparks pure cosmic energy. you're fiercely driven to your goals - whether that be status, fortune, or power. you're also fiercely protective of one another. with the knight's earthy energy, you both prefer to purposefully make your way towards your ambitions, rather than playing cards too early or acting too loosely. meanwhile, the magician's half makes gives you a little fire. if they get too close, onlookers and threats to your relationship may get burned. deck: modern witch tarot.

Evune x Cullen

the tower + the lovers

meeting this person shook your whole world. crumbling down is everything you thought you knew about life and love. their warmth, their generosity, their naivete, their knowing...! you don't know how anything made sense before them. all you know is that nothing will make sense afterwards. deck: the tarot of the divine by yoshi yoshitani.

Imogen x Chris

the tower + the lovers

meeting this person shook your whole world. crumbling down is everything you thought you knew about life and love. their warmth, their generosity, their naivete, their knowing...! you don't know how anything made sense before them. all you know is that nothing will make sense afterwards. deck: the tarot of the divine by yoshi yoshitani.

Adrasteia x Bayek

the devil + the emperor

there's only one religion for the two of you, and that religion is the other. you two are very nearly unhealthily obsessed with one another, and that's just how you like it. when they touch you, they can feel the blood pumping under the surface of your skin. your hearts beat for one another. when the day comes that one stops, the other will soon after. until then, you both will live out your lives in perfect, gothy paradise. deck: the tarot of vampyres.

Alessandra and Ezio

ace of cups + ten of cups

your romance is the love story that seems only possible in movies. it starts from a youthful first meeting, innocent. and from what may seem like a lifetime later, you both end up happily in union, perhaps even married! your coupling is the epitome of emotional fulfillment and devotion. neither of you thought you'd end up here, but damn if you aren't glad you did. deck: thelema tarot.

Wren x John

the devil + the emperor

there's only one religion for the two of you, and that religion is the other. you two are very nearly unhealthily obsessed with one another, and that's just how you like it. when they touch you, they can feel the blood pumping under the surface of your skin. your hearts beat for one another. when the day comes that one stops, the other will soon after. until then, you both will live out your lives in perfect, gothy paradise. deck: the tarot of vampyres.

[kekeartzworld]

Oliver Full Timeline

Oliver age progression timeline sketch page

I made these sketches last night

Let me break this down

I think most people remember Oliver’s backstory but I just wanted to give a refresher lol

Born on September 18th as Kelsea Maria Thompson, she was orphaned at a very early age and was taken to an orphanage somewhere out in the countryside of Oklahoma where she would stay until the age of six when she gets taken away by scientists to be experimented on in a lab

Over time, the scientists noticed that Experiment 189KT4 was growing more hostile towards staff in the laboratory and most other experiments save for another child who gotten similar treatment to her (that will be explained in a later post). Enough was enough and she found a way out of the lab when she was 17, taking Experiment 64A18 along with her (more on that soon)

After escaping the lab, Kelsea gave the experiment she saved an actual name; Abigail. She didn’t know the first thing about taking care of a child but little Abbie still seen her as an older sister figure who brought her to safety but she understood that Kelsea wouldn’t be the one who would be her new adoptive parent (more on this will be revealed in another post). Kelsea would spend the next year saving up enough money to get her and Abigail away from their past for good by taking the first flight they could afford to make their way to Toronto, Canada. This was when she was Kelsea no longer as she had her name legally changed to Oliver soon after she moved. She cut her hair short and dyed a streak in her hair. A couple years later, Oliver is invited to a party at Julie’s house which also caught Abigail’s interest. Oliver noticed this and had Abbie tag along. She would stay close to Abigail at the party until she noticed a familiar face across the room. The girl of or from her dreams. Oliver went up to her while Abbie went to get a drink and decided to talk this girl who caught her attention. Oliver was terrible at talking to new people since she had spent much of her life confined in a lab so she started awkwardly talking about Sonic the Hedgehog of all things and that seemed to be enough to catch the other girl’s attention. It was when Oliver asked her if she was real that she would’ve became skeptical which would lead to Oliver leaving to find Abigail again. When she eventually found Abbie, Oliver happened to run into Julie and asked her about the one girl she talked to earlier. Oliver later learned that the girl’s name was Ramona Flowers. Ramona was from New York City, she moved to Toronto after a bad breakup, and she delivered DVDs for Netflix. Julie warned Oliver not to date Ramona but Oliver ultimately ignored this and went back to her apartment with Abigail in tow. Oliver later when to her computer and ordered a movie that both her and Abbie would like before sitting at the front door. Abigail questioned why Oliver chose to sit and wait for the DVD to arrive but Oliver assured that it shouldn’t take that long. Oliver later heard the doorbell ringing and went to answer the door, surely seeing Ramona standing there. Oliver spoke with Ramona and questioned how she had seen her in her dreams as Ramona explained that there was a subspace highway in Oliver’s mind. Oliver was still slightly confused but understood the logic behind it as she later asked Ramona out and Ramona eventually agreed

Blah, blah, blah… This part is about the same at canon and I think I should jump to the more interesting part

Oliver grows quite attached to Ramona as well as a boy that the two grew found of named Thomas and the three settled down together and they would eventually have their daughter Anova. Oliver and Abigail still keep in touch with each other even after Abbie found her forever family (that will be revealed once I get a reference for her done). Abigail still views Oliver as her older sister and she visits often, growing a close bond with Anova

That’s everything for now

And hey, I’ve leaked a bit of information about a new character I thought of on a whim while I was asleep last night too

I’ll work on a reference later on and patch up some of the bits of lore that I personally decided to leave out as to not completely spoil the surprise before I make the reference sheet

I’ll see you around

[simonxriley]

OCs AS HORROR STEREOTYPES!

I was tagged by the wonderful @chazz-anova and @corvosattano to take this uquiz for some of the disaster babies. Thank you! 💜

Tagging @playstationmademe @nightbloodbix @detectivelokis @jinfromyarikawa @river-ward @chuckhansen @leviiackrman @shegetsburned @voidika @nightwingshero @carterrogerz and anyone else that wants to do it!!

The Final Girl

congrats, you're the one who makes it to the end. your instincts, paranoia, and/or pure fucking stubbornness guide you every bloody step of the way. when the dawn finally breaks, you're the last one left standing. sure, it cost you friends and loved ones and you're going to have one hell of a therapy bill, but at least you're alive.

note: This is half right. She would be the final girl, but i don't think Tachanka would die tbh.

The Killer

oh, you're the one doing all the killing. you're the violent little guy with a chip on your shoulder, the undead nightmare with a mind only for revenge, the unhinged psycho who just likes to inflict pain for fun. either way, you're the catalyst of this whole narrative, the lynchpin on which the entire plot rests. you either die in the end or live on through numerous sequels, prequels, reboots, and spinoffs.

note: I mean yeah.

The Whore

sure, sex is pleasurable and fun, but do you really think doing the nasty in the middle of a haunted house is smart? there's a murderer out there and you're taking off your clothes which is REALLY ill-advised. you could get tetanus! you seem to be under the impression that you're in a romcom or softcore porno, not a horror movie, and that's a lethal mistake to make.

note: HIMIKO IS A VIRGIN. WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT 🤣

The Tragic Hero

you are the good guy who just cannot catch a break. your life just fucking sucks, frankly. one day, you have friends, family, hobbies you enjoy, maybe even a dog. and then, something happens that sets off this never-ending chain reaction of bullshit and it all gets swept away from you in a heartbeat. all your friends are dead now and you might be alive but god at what cost.

note: 😭

[yasamaksarkisi]

one way anova testini her okuduğumda aklima gelen o şarkı

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday & WIP Weekend

Tagged by @noodlecupcakes and @imogenkol

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Music for The UnTitledverse, The Silver Chronicles and Life, Despair & Monsters and WIP for A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore because we can never have enough of Ress and Ore in the Mojave.

Word Of Woe is a Wednesday WIP that is set to be the (official) first fic of the Life, Despair & Monsters series, as well the introduction to the main antagonist of the series, Sir Enigma Malvolio. Originally, this WIP would have followed the thread of the mysterious message Wednesday received at the end of season 1. However, with the trailer of season 2 and how close it will be coming (in August this year), I'm gonna hold off writing more of it until I see the season and see how I compatible I can get it with my original plot. Anyway, here's the best way I can describe the dynamic between Sir Enigma Malvolio and Wednesday Addams in this WIP:

"Looking at me through your window Boy, you had your eye out for a little "I'll cut you up and make you dinner You've reached the end, you are the winner"

Rolling down your tinted window Driving next to me real slow, he said "Let me take you for a joyride I've got some candy for you inside"

Running through the parking lot He chased me and he wouldn't stop Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it Grabbed my hand, pushed me down Took the words right out my mouth Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it

Can anybody hear me when I'm hidden underground? Can anybody hear me? Am I talking to myself? Saying, "Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it" He's saying, "Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it!""

Next song is about Azriel Omar from Old Dusk. Far from the meek, lonely and insecure girl she was in Silva's Hope, she's grown to be quite the chaotic force of nature, adopting the Tumultite culture her adoptive mother, Silva Omar, was raised by, and is a more confident, courageous and level-headed young woman than she was beforehand, mostly thanks to the support of her newfound family and friends. She's also grown out of attempting to assassinate Faith for the sin of dating her new mom. I like to draw parallels between Azriel and both Silva and Joseph (and maybe a little bit of Faith as well), especially with how she grew up miserable in a cult with a different name (Aria for her, Sylvester for Silva) and managed to find herself a new family who helped her find a new name (like the former) and experienced abuse and loneliness before (in her case, almost) losing a really good thing to her and being given an epiphany of being "tested" by some higher power (like the latter). Azriel's connection with Joseph (especially given more focus in Old Dusk than it was in Silva's Hope) is in no short part due to the fact Azriel represents, well, Joseph's dead daughter (or maybe is the reincarnated soul of his dead daughter, who knows for certain), another lost and innocent soul that he tainted (or rather killed) due to the demands of his twisted faith in the Voice who I depict as nothing short of another abusive and manipulative father figure Joseph had yet to recognize. One thing I want to point out is that Joseph's attempts at connecting with Azriel only falls short, as we know in both canon (and as you will find in this WIP), Joseph is not a great father, at least not when he values his faith above everything else. It also serves to contrast Azriel and Ethan's relationships with their parents; Azriel admires and loves her mother, both hold a deep trust towards the other, very happy to be raised by Silva (and eventually came around to accepting Faith as part of her family) and has a strong bond with her younger sister Mercy, while Ethan is fucking miserable under Joseph's overprotective parenting, neglected due to Joseph's duties in New Eden and even the isolation he feels under the pressure of living up to his father's expectations does not help his mental state, leading him to easily be at the very best be drawn towards Carmina and Mercy's companionship and rebelliousness, or the worst possible outcome, to Paul's paternal manipulations. Side Note: Azriel likes big booms!

"Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again? Do you ever feel so paper-thin Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?

Do you ever feel already buried deep? Six feet under screams, but no one seems to hear a thing Do you know that there's still a chance for you? 'Cause there's a spark in you

You just gotta ignite the light And let it shine Just own the night Like the Fourth of July

'Cause baby, you're a firework Come on, show 'em what you're worth Make 'em go, "Aah, aah, ahh" As you shoot across the sky

Baby, you're a firework Come on, let your colors burst Make 'em go, "Aah, aah, aah" You're gonna leave them all in awe, awe, awe

You don't have to feel like a waste of space You're original, cannot be replaced If you only knew what the future holds After a hurricane comes a rainbow

Maybe a reason why all the doors are closed So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road Like a lightning bolt, your heart will glow And when it's time, you'll know

You just gotta ignite the light And let it shine Just own the night Like the Fourth of July

'Cause baby, you're a firework Come on, show 'em what you're worth Make 'em go, "Aah, aah, ahh" As you shoot across the sky

Baby, you're a firework Come on, let your colors burst Make 'em go, "Aah, aah, aah" You're gonna leave them all in awe, awe, awe

Boom, boom, boom Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon It's always been inside of you, you, you And now it's time to let it through!"

And last song for Joaquin Cobalt and Mario Emmet's journey from the beginning of The Omniscient Rule saga (at the wake of Calvin's sacrifice in The Perfect Storm saga) through to the end of it (and moving past the pain Calvin's absence brings), especially with how they diverge from one another to live different lives (Joaquin with his duties lying with the Omniscient Rule's protection over the Omniscience and Mario spending his life with Charlie and Elizabeth as they redefine divinity as a whole). This can be interpreted as their feelings over Calvin's absence or each others parting from their lives (for however long that will be) or any number of things with this trio (also, like, Mario must hold guilt from being the one to metaphorically pull the trigger that ended Calvin's life while the latter sacrificed himself - the former using his Deadlights to destroy Jester's essence while the latter had possessed the bastard in order to prevent escape).

"Shadows settle on the place that you left Our minds are troubled by the emptiness Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time From the perfect start to the finish line

And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones 'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs Setting fire to our insides for fun Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong The lovers that went wrong

We are the reckless, we are the wild youth Chasing visions of our futures One day, we'll reveal the truth That one will die before he gets there

And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones 'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone We're setting fire to our insides for fun Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home It was a flood that wrecked this home

And you caused it And you caused it And you caused it

Well, I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette A lifeless face that you'll soon forget And my eyes are damp from the words you left Ringing in my head when you broke my chest Ringing in my head when you broke my chest

And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one 'Cause most of us are bitter over someone Setting fire to our insides for fun To distract our hearts from ever missing them But I'm forever missing him

And you caused it And you caused it And you caused it!"

And finally a short snippet for my FONV WIP The House On Top, after the prologue (the one where Ryder gets shot by Benny), we get Ore's POV as he worries over his sister as they traverse the Mojave, just before they cross paths with a Securitron dragging an unconscious woman towards a nearby town:

Neither brother nor sister were affected by the dust and sand carried by the Mojave winds; Ortega's helmeted mask was unaffected by the desert's wilderness and Marissa's eyes were protected by the shades she wore, though he could see that his young sister merely took the wasteland's attempts to deter them in stride.

He kept his attention forward, his eyes alert to the hostile environment that surrounded them, on the watch for anything considered a threat.

Ortega really wanted to say more; truly, he did. He also wanted to believe Marissa's affirmation was conclusive enough to the conversation earlier, but the smooth flowing energy within her nagged at his own wild fiery one.

He knew something was on her mind. Something that has lasted for the past three years, actually. He's witnessed how she threw herself into danger with reckless confidence. He knows she's taken detours to get high, drunk or laid. He's certain as to why she's constantly distracted herself from even voicing what actually troubles her. Understands it, even.

Losing friends was never easy. Especially when you could do nothing to stop the culprit.

However, he leaves it be. Gives her space. If she was really troubled, then she'd come to him about it, eventually. But her evasion to the losses had not affected her focus on the mission, so he reasoned it would only be a waste of time if he stopped to sit her down about it - and her knew that conversation required them to stay in one place.

Something they couldn't afford, for the longer they prolonged the hunt - the colder Urias' trail gets. And if left to his own devices, who knows what damage him and his mass could create.

How many more friends would be deprived from other's lives?

That thought pushed his boots to tread faster.

[josephseedismyfather]

wip music monday

Thank you @simplegenius042 and @omen-speaker for this week's tag! 🥰 It's been a hot minute since I've participated, even though it's one of my favorites.

Afflicted.

You take away I feel the same All the promises you made to me You made in vain I lost myself inside Your tainted smile again

'Cause you can't feel my anger You can't feel my pain You can't feel my torment Driving me insane I can't fight these feelings They will bring you pain You can't take away Make me whole again

I feel betrayed Stuck in your ways And you rip me apart with the Brutal things you say I can't deal with this shit anymore I just look away

You take away I feel the same All these promises You promised only pain If you take away And leave me with nothing again

You will feel my anger You will feel my pain You will feel my torment Driving you insane I can't fight these feelings They will bring you pain You won't take away I'll be whole again

Parenesis.

And I thank God every day For the girl He sent my way But I know the things He gives me He can take away

And I hold you every night And that's a feeling I wanna get used to But there's no man as terrified As the man who stands to lose you

Oh, I hope I don't lose you Mm

Please stay I want you, I need you, oh God Don't take These beautiful things that I've got

I found my mind, I'm feelin' sane It's been a while, but I'm finding my faith If everything's good and it's great Why do I sit and wait 'til it's gone?

Oh, I'll tell ya, I know I've got enough I've got peace and I've got love But I'm up at night thinkin' I just might lose it all

Untitled(shared) Johnny WIP

I see nothing in your eyes And the more I see the less I like Is it over yet? In my head

I know nothing of your kind And I won't reveal your evil mind Is it over yet? I can't win

So sacrifice yourself and let me have what's left I know that I can find the fire in your eyes I'm going all the way, get away, please

You take the breath right out of me You left a hole where my heart should be You got to fight just to make it through 'Cause I will be the death of you

This will be all over soon (this will be all over soon) Pour the salt into the open wound Is it over yet? Let me in

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