#passage of time for a moment

[justinefrischmanngf]

oh my god i'm so stressed this is ridiculous what is going on !!!!!!!!! okay this is fine i know what i'm doing

[ohno-the-sun]

Found this old comic in my drafts

[sublimepigeonmusic]

and some stuff from reading RoW... 🛌

[dykehayleywilliams]

ohhh it’s so over for me

[queenlucythevaliant]

'Yes, that old oak with which I saw eye to eye was here in this forest,' thought Prince Andrei. 'But whereabouts?' he wondered again, looking at the left side of the road and, without realizing, without recognizing it, admiring the very oak he sought. The old oak, quite transfigured, spread out a canopy of dark, sappy green, and seemed to swoon and sway in the rays of the evening sun. There was nothing to be seen now of knotted fingers and scars, of old doubts and sorrows. Through the rough, century-old bark, even where there were no twigs, leaves had sprouted, so juicy, so young that it was hard to believe that aged veteran had borne them.

'Yes, it is the same oak,' thought Prince Andrei, and all at once he was seized by an irrational, spring-like feeling of joy and renewal. All the best moments of his life of a sudden rose to his memory. Austerlitz, with that lofty sky, the reproachful look on his dead wife's face, Pierre at the ferry, that girl thrilled by the beauty of the night, and that night itself and the moon and ... everything suddenly crowded back into his mind.

'No, life is not over at thirty-one,' Prince Andrei decided all at once, finally and irrevocably. 'It is not enough for me to know what I have in me- everyone else must know it too: Pierre, and that young girl who wanted to fly away into the sky; all of them must learn to know me, in order that my life may not be lived for myself alone.

From War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy

[thatswhatsushesaid]

Like a liturgy, I repeated the question. “Whence comes the Fool and why?”

“Whence? Ah, whence?” He went nose to nose with Ratsy for a moment, formulating a reply to his own question. Then he met my eyes. “Go south, Fitz. To lands past the edges of every map that Verity has ever seen. And past the edges of the maps made in those countries as well. Go south, and then east across a sea you have no name for. Eventually, you would come to a long peninsula, and on its snaking tip you would find the village where a Fool was born. You might even find, still, a mother who recalled her wormy-white babe, and how she cradled me against her warm breast and sang.” He glanced up at my incredulous, enraptured face and gave a short laugh. “You cannot even picture it, can you? Let me make it harder for you. Her hair was long and dark and curling, and her eyes were green. Fancy that! Of such rich colors was this transparency made. And the fathers of the colorless child? Two cousins, for that was the custom of that land. One broad and swarthy and full of laughter, ruddy-lipped and brown-eyed, a farmer smelling of rich earth and open air. The other as narrow as the one was wide, and gold to his bronze, a poet and songster, blue-eyed. And, oh, how they loved me and rejoiced in me! All the three of them, and the village as well. I was so loved.” His voice grew soft, and for a moment he fell silent. I knew with great certainty that I was hearing what no other had ever heard from him. I remembered the time I had ventured into his room, and the exquisite little doll in its cradle that I had found there. Cherished as the Fool had once been cherished. I waited.

Robin Hobb's Royal Assassin

Chapter 15 - "Secrets"

[nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius]

The children have scars too, Crosshair realises, and wishes he could un-realise it an instant later. Scars from rocks, and misjudged leaps, and deceptively sturdy-looking low branches. Accidents. The kind that they’d be disappointed to see fade. Their scars are a memento of adventure, a prop for storytelling. Like the one that Shaeeah has on her right knee from pitching headlong down a hillock in pursuit of a nuna, as she had told him in great detail no less than three times (once over breakfast, a second time after realising he hadn’t been listening to a word of it, and a third just for the sake of it). And Crosshair had tightened his jaw, and made a vague noise of acknowledgement, and triple-checked that his collar was pulled up high enough over his neck. 

She wouldn’t be smiling quite so bright if she could see just what he had to hide. And as much as it stings him to think of letting his secrets loose, a part of him wants her to see the horror, wants to wipe that stupid grin off her little face. CT-9904 had never been afforded the luxury to smile like that. 

It’s not their fault. 

That’s what the others would tell him. That’s what he’s sure Suu’s thinking, behind the unreadable glances that she casts him every time his nails bite into his palms as her daughter chatters. Not their fault. They don’t know of the labyrinth that lurks beneath carefully positioned fabric, the phantom craters of needles that he can still feel the sting of, latticed slashes of a surgeon’s blade branded onto a body that would never truly be his. 

It’s not my fucking fault either.

[entropii]

This scene got to me this most recent playthrough 🧍

[daily-yokai]

Day 32: Manjimutt

[metro-nix]

What is MACHINE?

I offered that I'd make a mini-comic explaining whatever element or concept from my story that my friends asked for, and that ended up being Machine! It's not so 'mini' after all and there were some challenges but I think it does the job, so ENJOY!! As always with MoS, ask about anything and everything you'd like and it'll be my pleasure to talk about it. To clarify, when Alex says "Phoenix", he's referring to Phoenix Research, his workplace.

Transcript of all image text is under the cut, divided by page.

MACHINE is a brilliant feat of engineering of its time, and one of Phoenix's proudest achievements. The name is actually an acronym; Moonlight Applicability Converter for HIgh eNergy Endeavours. (you know how much scientists love to have fun with names…)

As the name suggests, it was built to exploit the special properties of moonlight and serve as a power source for other projects. I joined the project in its construction stage, when all the design details were already worked out.

To simplify, it collects the moon's light via the lunar panels mounted up on the surface, densifies it, cools it down, among others, while processing it into a liquid, which is then distributed across the facilities to wherever needed. If adjustments to the process are necessary, anything breaks down, or somebody simply wants to observe the parameters more closely, there's a control station room at the top of it in addition to the panels on ground level.

It takes some work to get up, though. That's how it all used to be, at least. Another group of dedicated engineers managed to downscale the system enough that every room can have their own mini-converter, rendering the original unnecessary. I even made use of one of those in my project!

There's talk of repurposing the apparatus sometime in the future, but as it is, the whole thing has fallen into disrepair. We don't really visit that part of the facilities anymore. I wonder if it gets lonely…

[dutybcrne]

Kaeya oftentimes wonders what it must have been like, living in Khaenri'ah. Reading the tales of Khaenri'ahn heroes Jean's shared with him, of things he remembered his father mentioning, helped him picture it all. As did knowledge the Akademiya has of Dahri ruins he managed to get his hands on one way or another years later, during his visit to Sumeru.

[princesable]

remembered undertale is gonna be 10 next year and now i think i need to be put down

[thaliagrayce]

just saw the barbie movie and honestly i can't believe there aren't more posts about Gloria??? like i understand that it was The Barbie Movie and Barbie is the main character and it's About Her, but it's only about her because it's actually deep down about Gloria

[spaciebabie]

congrats ta everyone who has graduated highschool and those who are graduating soon. you never hafta do that again.

[spearxwind]

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[sebnameyourcar]

hmmm. felt a bittersweet feeling.