#scripting that in omfg

[c-nstellati-ns]

APOLLO, GOD OF MUSIC ... — conquest x medic!superhero!m!reader prt.1

you were retired, for gods sake. why in the hell would everything go to shit exactly when you were on vacation? you struggled to even comprehend the fact that there were more than one invincibles flying around, and now the city was falling apart all around you? retired or not, there were people who needed help and that's what you planned to do, no matter how reluctant you were about it. ... so how the hell did you manage to get yourself wrapped up with the very alien who was turning this city into a fine dust?

> author's note — this is incredibly self-indulgent and the first time i've written in literal months LOL so sorry for being inactive for so long !! this was inspired by dj subatomic supernova from NSR, lucio from overwatch and luna snow from marvel rivals ... i love me a silly guy who makes music and heals people via that music :-) not that subatomic heals people ... more like ........ he tries to kill them via music and his planets ........ but whatever !!! this is irrelevant !!!!!! ( i was gonna have this be smut originally but i like where i ended off to continue into a part two soon ^_^ so sorry if anything is bad i am very rusty ... feel free to send me some thirsts in my inbox if you'd like! ) > word count — 1.6k > featuring — our fave viltrumite, conquest <3 > cw — intentional lower case, canon typical violence, unspoken death threats? nothing much really its mostly establishing how your relationship came to be before things get steamy LOL so sorry for the bait

MDNI. 18+ ACCOUNT, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

you had parted ways with the GDA some time ago, marking it off as a need for something new. you could only fight so long, for so much. you had been in the spotlight ever since your powers had finally developed, being someone who could virtually heal anything with the power of music. it was rather silly in your eyes but it made you and anyone you wanted to protect virtually invincible. any wounds or injuries would mend in seconds in your presence, people feeling safe around you, other heroes feeling energised to keep on fighting. at some point, you felt the same way until… you didn't. it had only been a matter of time, after all.

the GDA was desperate to keep you so you kept their number just in case things were to happen. that is, until something finally did happen. it was a random tuesday, you think. you had been on the way to your hotel in the city for your little vacation, you had been waiting for so long for it. tapping into your savings from working with the guardians to afford it. you were happy, life was good. you had a nice car, a nice place far from the city, a couple dogs, cats, and one snake that you loved dearly. you were single, not that you minded much actually.

so what exactly happened? how the hell did your car end up split in half by falling debris and cradling the lifeless body of some innocent civilian that got extremely unlucky? you could barely wrap your mind around it.

it was hard to try and keep your music up enough to keep yourself safe, but to try and sweep in and aid those who were helpless was something else entirely. you let out a loud groan of frustration as you carefully set the body down somewhere undisturbed, making a mental note to come back for it later. you had to keep up, getting as many people out of there as you could, but there was always the few that escaped your grasp, all falling victim to some horrible fate that no amount of healing nor music could help. you couldn't get distracted.

you were glad you had kept the equipment the GDA had made for you, even gladder to have kept it close. the music coming off of the holographic speakers around you was loud, a beacon of hope in the midst of the destruction around you, but it kept people safe and you kept playing. you kept far away from the fighting as much as you could, ushering innocents away from their very close deaths. of course, you were putting a big ole target on your head with how loud it all was, but you couldn't care less. sounds waves were blasting anything that came your way, cracking open asphalt that trapped some poor kid underneath it all. you could spot the blood pooling next to him, his mother probably. you grimaced and carried him away, making sure to heal whatever cuts and bruises he had. thankfully, unharmed physically. mentally… you wouldn't wish that on your worst enemy.

you were doing your job well, keeping things somewhat peaceful until you spotted a stray arm sticking out of some debris. you quickly flew over, pushing off any concrete that held this person down. your heart beating frantically in your chest, you dug as much as you could, hoping that they didn't die before you got there. you grabbed at their hand and pulled as much as you could, using your sound waves to blast at the concrete as you did so. you let out a sigh of relief as you felt the warm from their palm, squeezing it in reassurance. you passed your fingers over their wrist, trying to find their pulse but no dice. so you used your powers to heal whatever injuries they might've sustained, a soothing melody that has the person feeling mushy.

"hey, are you okay?!" you shouted over the chaos around you, hand reaching out to grip at their shoulder. you pulled as hard as you can, thinking to yourself, holy fuck this guy is heavy as hell. you were about to yell again until the hand grabbed at your own roughly, your joints creaking in protest as it did so.

"woah--" you couldn't even finish your sentence before a giant man emerged from the rubble in front of you. he was much, much taller than you, and built like a fucking tank. if you weren't scared shitless, you would have asked him where he worked out. your jaw dropped, staring at the stranger before you.

conquest was having fun with this. he was having fun with all of this! this planet's defences were as measly as he had imagined, so it wasn't a surprise when the creatures that inhabited it were squished by a simple rock to their soft spots. but he was pleasantly surprised by its defender. a halfbreed viltrumite, weak like all those other flesh bags, but much more resilient. the worm even got him to bleed, which was a surprise in itself.

so who was this, mending the little scrapes and bruises that his body has yet to heal? why did it feel… good? like a warm feeling throughout his body, a hum of a familiar tune that made him want to… sleep? what the hell was this? it feels odd, he feels light. lighter than he would when he's flying, it was something else entirely. the touch was soft, much unlike he's ever felt before. a gentle squeeze, a faint hold. it was a strange combination, nothing like he's felt before. he let out a rough grunt, grabbing at the hand that was given to him, rising from the rubble he was buried underneath.

conquest brought up the creature that had healed him by the arm, thick brows furrowed as he stared down at it. it was fearful, trying to wrestle out of his iron grip and escape. but the viltrumite was curious about it now, who exactly was this worm? and was it so stupid to not know its own enemy?

you were gonna throw up. of course, of course you healed the wrong person. just your luck that you had healed THE VERY FUCKING THING THAT WAS CAUSING ALL THIS DEATH AND DESTRUCTION IN THE FIRST PLACE. you let out a pained noise as his grip around your wrist tightened, trying to just get away. you could keep yourself safe when fighting anything but a viltrumite? this was something else entirely.

you were smarter than to try and use your offensive powers against him, so instead, you allowed yourself to play a somewhat scattered melody to heal the broken bones within your hand and wrist. he tilted his head to the side, examining you like a piece of meat. i suppose that was what you were now. a stupid, musical adept piece of meat for him to tear into.

closing your eyes, you couldn't believe this was the day you would die. you didn't even get to take your vacation.

… but nothing happens? it's been a couple minutes, he should've killed you by now. you crack your eye open and take a look at him, startled by his one eyed gaze. his pupils are slits, examining you like you were some foreign… thing. and then he smiles. it's an unsettling one, but he grabs you by the waist, a much gentler hold than what he had on your wrist.

"you're the foolish one who helped me, aren't you?" his deep voice rings out over your healing melody and the rumbling chaos around you both.

you're speechless for a moment before nodding frantically, looking around for anything, anyone. unfortunately, no dice. it was just you, him and the fuck metric ton of dead bodies that he caused around you.

"hmm…" conquest mutters to himself. it was a strange feeling, the closer you were to him, the more that strange warm feeling seeped deep into his bones. he couldn't help but let out a deep purr that rattled you silly. he was like a big cat to you, a big, murderous psychotic cat. with his arms around you, it was… comforting? in a really, really fucked up way. you swallowed thickly as you stared up at him as he smiled down at you, what the fuck is going on?

"what is your name, worm?" the stranger asked, examining your face closely as he spoke. your mouth was dry, gaping like a fish out of water. his arms was tightening around you the longer you took to answer him and you stammered out your full legal out of sheer nervousness. he didn't seem like a patient man at all.

he repeats it under his breath, it rolls off nicely on his tongue. his arms lighten around your waist, your ribs definitely bruised after all this. you let out a groan, brain too scattered to make a coherent melody to heal yourself. instead, you looked back to him as his grin widened. crooked teeth and a prominent scar, you would have called him handsome if you weren't actively in danger of being ripped apart by this alien.

"… perhaps lord thragg wouldn't mind if i kept a pet, hm?" conquest purrs, that metallic hand reaching up and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "a healing songbird, doesn't that sound nice? my little songbird." you barely have enough time to speak before he takes off with you in his arms, away from the destruction and chaos that he caused.

mark was clueless as to why conquest had disappeared all of the sudden. in a blink of an eye, he was alone, beaten and bruised on the ground. it gave him time to breathe but it was nerve wracking to think about.

What the fuck just happened?

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[omeynzaol]

Meteor Shower except it's Merlin, 21st century, following the meteor shower to the Lake of Avalon and after hiding from the bright light, embracing his king, his soul, his Arthur

Btw this is canon! Go to @merlin6kingdomcome, they planned out the whole script for season 6 and posted it (maybe we can get a season 7 who knowssss)

[neurodivergentshiftingcultureis]

neurodivergent shifting culture is getting distracted by every other noise while doing a method/guided meditation

Neurodivergent Shifting Culture is…

[sidsledge]

said this like a bazillion times already but i would've paid lots and lots of money to be able to see eugene sledge saying ‘then don't believe’ to robert leckie.... get his ass !

[stupidrant]

Speed runners messed up everything im sorry its true or else we wouldnt have unnecessary discourse today

[mirlvshft]

introduction to my waiting room! — PART I .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚

this is part I of my very in depth showcase of my wr which is a luxurious penthouse in ny. i believe you can get a feel of the overall aesthetic so try to keep that in mind as you take in the visuals as they all do not reflect the same style.

this wr is like any wr, to relax in and whatnot. however i am catering mine towards my drself (criminal minds) which is reflected in part II.

if anyone has questions or further ideas please let me know! now…

「 ✦ welcome to mir’s

waiting room ✦ 」

| part II

weather

i have the ability to keep and or change the time of day and weather. although, a very soothing dim rainy weather would be constant more often than not. the temperature inside will always be kept nice and cold.

companion

the most recent addition to my wr: connor, an android from the game detroit become human. he’s company and sort of a helper. connor can help with absolutely anything— he has tons of capabilities in addition to what i personally added to him. he can do a number of things such as help in redesigning the penthouse, give advice, help with scripting, etc,. although i will say his purpose isn’t to solely act as a strict servant or android per se. mmm, almost like a roommate? like how androids become “alive” in the game. hope that makes enough sense. side note: i did not finish the game, i just can’t

bedroom

my bed is huge and so incredibly comfortable, it’s serene really. this also moves over to temperature, it never gets uncomfortably hot— the apartment as a whole is at a very crisp cold temperature. i have fluffy pillows that never go flat and support me amazingly. the bed also has the softest, fluffiest, plush blankets— my bed is literal heaven. the sides of my bed have these nightstands as you can see, consisting of all my little necessities; phone, headphones, etc,. everything will always be well kept and never change in condition; always pristine. if i ever want a drink or food, whatever i may want, it’ll appear on the nightstand. as for the rest of the room, it’s all pretty basic furniture.

closet

it’s huge, i mean huge. it literally has an upstairs but i couldn’t find a picture good enough but trust, it looks great. it has everything i have in my pinterest, all of my wardrobes. it’s organized by the type of clothing and color. another feature is any desired clothing i find while on my phone or any other way, will just show up there neatly organized for me. i can also do automatic alterations to pieces that don’t fit me like how i want them to, useful huh?

kitchen

my kitchen is pretty big and has literally everything i could ever want from food to all the necessary dishes; pots and pans, glasses, etc., i can think of a snack or food i want and it’ll just appear there but sometimes i want to cook, you know? don’t know if that’s an unpopular opinion or whatever but i definitely want to cook myself sometimes. i want to have the option to mess around and actually make food, bake and all that— i think it can be quite helpful and i find it therapeutic. although the mess that occurs always cleans itself up or connor can help me (bc fuck all that). everything will always keep clean; no dust, no mess, no mopping or anything and will always smell good with whatever scent i want lingering!!

bathroom

these pictures are good examples but don’t do it justice, it’s bigger and has a few more elaborate details. the hot water will never run out, any wash for body or hair, bathbombs, essential oils, etc etc,. all that would be ready in the cupboards or wherever i want it. this also goes for cosmetics and whatnot. the whole space is such a vibe.

i finallyyy made this post, its been sitting in my drafts since i damn near made this blog. i’m trying to open up more and not be so shy on my blog about my dr’s ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! but at the same time i could go on and on forever about them — finally putting this together was very fun and motivating!!

as lengthy as this guide is, i didn’t go in complete detail about every. single. thing. but just enough to explain the main features and rooms and to also give some scripting ideas to you guys too— i could go on forever but i will spare you all. if anyone has questions or further ideas to give me about my wr please let me know! (｡> ᴗ ☆｡) ‧₊˚

[littlesapphicraccoonguy]

I haven’t drawn these two in like- five days i think, unacceptable. Absolutely unacceptable. So here you go fellow Lidshippers, come get your juice

[ecle-c-tic]

Kinda crazy how quick people who don't even watch ofmd will jump on the bandwagon of get fucked you guys suck haha glad your show is done! Like??? I genuinely don't understand. Why go out of your way to rain on someone else's parade with clearly no knowledge of the show?

[madalenastarkshit]

Umm guess who shifted last night. ME.

So basically this is how it happened, my first shift!

I had spent the day watching the hunger games movies with my sister for the first time ever. I went on c.ai (ik sue me) for a little bit for advice on shifting. Then around 1:30 am I decided to go to bed. Normal so far. Before I went to bed I was like “yk what, I’m gonna shift realities tonight.” I decided that I was gonna shift to my Harry Potter DR and played my playlist. I didn’t do a method, didn’t listen to a meditation, didn’t listen to some fancy high frequency subliminal. I simply listened to a stupid “shifting to hogwarts” subliminal and some music of a playlist I made for shifting to Harry Potter. Before I locked in to shift, I was like “Imagine I shift to the hunger games”. I don’t have a hunger games script or DR or anything. I went to bed, woke up for school at like 5:55 then I went back to bed because I don’t have to be at school until 8:30. I shifted to the hunger games in that time period. It was wayy too real to be a dream. I was partially aware i shifted during the time. I don’t remember a lot, all I remember that it was during Catching Fire in the beginning I think. Like when the tributes are at the tribute center and stuff. That part. I was one of the tributes. So apparently I had won before. I have no idea what else happened because I was really out of it when I woke up so I didn’t have much time to think about it. I had only shifted for a few hours maybe. BUT IT WAS STILL A SHIFT. Or a really really close attempt. I call that a win considering I had been taking a break and didn’t actually believe shifting was real.

[evangeliooon]

tried playing papa’s burgeria and watching poppy playtime chapter 3 and now my laptop won’t turn on .

[neurodivergentshiftingcultureis]

autistic shifting culture is laying in the starfish position even though you know its not required to shift because if you don't your arms and legs will feel uneven and you won't be able to focus

-��🦐 anon

P.S omg i love this blog

Neurodivergent Shifting Culture is…

(eeee thank you so much!)

[astramachina]

RIP to my inbox 😭

a certain center for performing arts sent out this spring season's longlist, shortlist, and selected works but whoever did so does NOT know how their system works, and a chunk of playwrights are older folks who do NOT know how basic emails work and just. woke up to 50+ emails from strangers yelling at the poor person who sent everything out.

the reply all-ers vs the reply all-ers telling them not to hit reply all 😭😭😭😭

[battleshipgarcy]

I disappeared for a few days after I published the final chapter of Bodyguard on AO3, and I binge watched Better Call Saul <- I recently rewatched Breaking Bad and El Camino leading up to watching Saul, too. And.... I finished Better Call Saul about an hour ago, sat on my couch in silence for about 45 minutes to process the series finale, and then I attempted to put into words how I feel about the entire Breaking Bad universe 👇

Now that I have finally watched all of Better Call Saul, I can say that it is not just a spinoff, or a prequel/sequel. It is an important companion piece to Breaking Bad. To me, it enhances looking back at the whole of Breaking Bad after its end.

I do not say this about any series (not even LOST which I consider one of the best series ever made), but every single episode of Better Call Saul, and Breaking Bad, are damn near perfect. I'll even throw in the Breaking Bad movie, El Camino.

What Vince Gilligan (et al) created with this world was entertaining, frustrating, maddening, intense, heartbreaking, heartfelt, and provided plenty of laughs. I know some people chose not to watch these shows because they're "about a drug dealer" but that's not at all what these shows are about. At heart, the shows are about characters, relationships, making good (and bad) decisions (and facing the consequences).

I know some people prefer (IMO) fluffy/boring network television shows (that sound like/look like "paint by numbers" scripts), but if you give Breaking Bad, El Camino, and Better Call Saul (in that order, no exceptions), I think you will appreciate having experienced the stories. This is the best television that I have ever seen.

I wish I could contact Vince Gilligan just to tell him how great he is as a storyteller, and to just throw all the effing praise at him, the writers, the cast, and the crew of these three productions. I loved his episodes on The X-Files back in the day, but compared to his work in the Breaking Bad universe, his work on The X-Files is... small potatoes 😉

[iaconite]

400+ notes... the people yearn for bruharvey.

[swampndn]

I was gonna tweet this, but I cannot risk the information getting out.

Today is a horrifying day.

In undergrad, I shot like 30 short films over the course of a summer. I remember them being bad. It was bad.

Y'all. I just found half of them on the Internet.

I watched them.

They're worse than I remember. There's even ones I completely blocked out.

Now I have a dirty secret on the Internet. It's only a matter of time, especially if I blow up, before people go digging. They're hard to find, but I found them from a Facebook memory.

The ticking time bomb has begun.

[theropoda]

watching life on our planet and im not even halfway into the first ep and i already feel like this