#the temporal anchor

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The Temporal Anchor

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Artifact Rumble– The Brothers’ War

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Some older content, this released about 2 weeks ago for my supporters, but I try not to make my newest stuff public until I’ve got new content ready to share there. This was the result of my monthly Artifact Rumble poll, a themed poll for magic items and constructs; sometimes it’s Magic: the Gathering based, but I also regularly do magic items inspired by things like DMC, GoW, Fable, Elder Scrolls, and more.

[juniesfairies]

The contrasting Pete/Cody edit ideas I have are so funny it’s like

Pete: colorful! funky! stop the turnstile! low frame rate with stars and yellow!!! whimsical instrumentals mixed with fresh urbanism!!!

Cody: 2009.

[divinekangaroo]

the melting point of gold - pettiot - Peaky Blinders (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Ch 1 / ?

Between S6-E3 and S6-E4. The 36 hours between Ruby’s death and Ruby’s funeral.

Women are decorative. Men must be functional. This is a very special kind of lie.

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Inspired in part by @deadendtracks meta on Lizzie and Tommy around Ruby’s death.

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Tommy Shelby/Lizzie Stark, Tommy Shelby & Ruby Shelby, Charles Shelby, Charlie Strong, Frances, Oswald Mosley, Johnny Dogs, Esmerelda Gold, Adam (House of Commons Secretary) | Grief, Resisting Despair, Intrusive Thoughts, Intrusive Memories, Angst, Dysfunctional Family, Complicated Relationships, Anger Issues, Backstory, Gender Role Issues, Tommy’s Complicated Relationship with his Ethnicity, Unnamed Mental Illness, Manic Tommy, Sleep Deprivation, Mild Anachronism, Abortion, Child Abuse, Drug Addiction, Friendship, Extended Family, Funerals in a time of Infectious Disease, the Lasting Legacy of Catholicism, Tommy’s Metacognition Breaking Down, Ethnic Slurs, Sex, Lack of Communication, Hallucinations or Waking Dreams, Too Many Flashbacks

[anantaru]

POWER AND WEAKNESS

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — kamisato ayato, a man who, from the outside, appeared to be both a gentleman and a playboy alike, yet from the inside, he was anything but that, because in reality he was inexperienced and without skill, yet full of need.

— ꒰ a/n ꒱ — happy birthday handsome ayato, one of the prettiest characters from hit game genshin impact <3

— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 1.4k

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ex]plicit, fem! reader, ma.sturbation, heavily fantasizing about you + perv ayato & virgin & inexperienced ayato, touch starved and needy ayato

kamisato ayato, who was said to be unequalled in his own presumably unnoticed play.

he— like none other, was undoubtably aware of the graven power he held in his hands, that it doesn‘t need more than a short lived glance of his to have someone on their knees for him. it's his unfaltering favorite to see it happening before his eyes.

he gets it, behind that pretty smile he sees it too, that his polished charm was an important utilizer, a weapon of sorts.

a lot of things can‘t be talked about nor said out loud, predominantly that in point of fact kamisato ayato was the complete opposite of the frequent rumors circulating around inazuma city.

it‘s got to be quite comical on how they had been spread around out of nowhere, largely from silent admirers, devotees and fanatics— yet quite frankly, he never looked into it too much nor does he actually care or give a damn at all.

but it's presumably said that he was never without company at night, and indeed, he always engaged in sexual delight, relishing in temporal relief in between a full-packed work schedule.

an insatiable man that rarely revealed his true nature before anyone— ayato was like a book without pages— his intuitions, his beliefs and feelings had no beginning and no end, you dare to look into his eyes and it's all pitch black like a void, anchored deep with an attached secret to every question.

well, in some ways he did open up to you and to that, you were aware that ayato wasn't how everyone had sternly pictured him in their mind. For you, he was just ayato, a close friend that barely had time to get some genuine sleep in, let alone meet up with you in person for quick lunch or a cup of sakura bloom tea, though, the people of inazuma obviously weren't aware of that, plus— the idea of a mysterious young man was clearly more appetizing to the public.

evidently, that didn't mean that ayato didn't have his own needs and fulfillments to be met, he was a human too, with cravings— and him being a virgin was one of the many secrets no one would be able to tickle out of him— not even you; especially not you.

to the core, his troubled psyche was doing that again, thinking about how it felt— to be stimulated and pleased, to have his large cock down someones throat for the first time and feel the infamous constriction, the room smelling of sex and sweat, the tight sensation and the glazed eyes when he lessens his head. maybe have them eagerly gulp and repeatedly choke on his length until he sees more visible tears locked through their eyes, messily powdered around their lashes just like the dozen amount of saliva drizzling down their chin.

oh, what a dirty but sweet memory— not to mention that it was about you of all people, it's mostly once he gets home from work, exhausted and worn out, comfortably dropping onto the large bed with every sweltering muscle in his body burning and aching from his habits of overworking himself until he's on the brink of passing out.

ayato's facial expression drastically changes into a soft, pleased tint once he's alone, without anyone to witness him doing something out of the ordinary.

the way he desired you, he shakes his head, the sheer effect you had on him, he shakes his head again and damn it, why won't you leave his mind? right when he was attempting to close his eyes and sleep, he sighs— he's tired and he didn't like it, his eyes were practically falling shut on their own and it was taxing but you were still the one who repeatedly invaded his thoughts, sneakily taking undeviating charge over his brain.

he can feel himself become harder and the little sharpened throbs in his pants were met in a series of quivering aches and spasms— though what was happening right now came from purely his own creations, sure, it's what would always happen when he thought about you.

his cock stirs and he experimentally places his hand on top of his bulge, just to— get a little tension out of it, no, not now, he won't do anything else. he should go to sleep and wake up fresh for the next day that was most definitely going to be as exhausting as the previous one.

another rub and his hand travels further, ayato heaves a pitchy whine and completes it with a silent moan when applying more strength, closing his eyes when he desperately shapes his cock through his garments— yes, he was desperate, and he calls your name for the first time now as it dripped over him like the finest, most sweetest honey, vibrating from the tip of his tongue. he traces the outline of his cock and then moves his hips up, concentrating on his lower muscles and imagining your puffy clit— anything to get this swiftly over with so he can head to bed and get some sleep in.

"curses!" ayato hisses through his snagged jaw before unlatching his pants, once again defeated by his sinful wish. he drops his eyes to see his cock convulse around nothing but fake and lewd fantasies, "this is what you're doing to me." and his voice— so gravelly but sharp when ayato pulls his hand up to spit on his palm while tousling down his garments to free his pulsating cock.

he gives himself slow, circular motions and kneads his saliva on the tip, sliding down. despite the obvious desperation bedaubed on his face, ayato still took his time with this— if he came this far he might as well just end it most effectively.

a deep, lowered grunt illicit over his lips before he runs his thumb over the slit and he leans back into the silken cushions to seal his eyes, so he could enjoy in the unexperienced sloppy guides of his hand fisting his cock.

he closes his eyes, he sees you, he falls asleep, he sees you. his mind fabricates your bare, exposed body, moulding and shaping you before his spectral eyes and it haunts him, dearly— he can't fathom this enough, because he doesn't want to feel this way for someone he considers a close friend, but maybe, only maybe, if he lets you invade his mind, maybe then he will actually take the opportunity and be at peace with his developed feelings for you.

ayato bites down on his bottom lip to suppress a dragged tone and he hauls his arm over his face as he turned up his tempo, his erection throbbing inside the rigid grasps of his hand. It's overwhelming and he found himself on the brink of cumming already, how embarrassing, he mutters beneath his shaded moans.

it’s almost tragic how he marvels in his fantasies, imagining its you down there, pleasing him, and ayato wonders how you looked, or tasted. your puffy pussy must be so soft, slicked up with cream and he wants to lap his tongue over the pillowy folds, just once, until your liquids are dribbling down his throat while his nose drums into your clit and his tongue fucks your sticky cunt— airing out the prettiest pants from your lungs.

"how pretty." ayato muses and smiles to himself, fucked out when he swallows thickly at the bubbling bump in his stomach thudding deeper. how much he wants to continue this but ayato wasn't sure on how to deny himself, it's embarrassing but he never did it before, well he tried but, ultimately failed.

how much he wanted you to show him how it's done and then apply it to you afterwards, perhaps control your orgasm until you're most definitely screaming his name, again and again, before your vocals were aching and sniffling but he won't ever stop, not before the entirety of inazuma city would be fully aware that you're his, that it's him doing this to you.

"mhm." the built up snap in his abdomen sent him into a spiral of euphoria and when he cums, he quickly parts his thighs to jerk into his hand wetly and faster, the joints of his fingers sleeved up in sticky whites and slicking him entirely, running down his spent cock.

"please." he pleads in a haze— almost as if he forgot his surroundings and the place he was in.

ayato was indeed, thoroughly fucked out— the yashiro commissioner, on the outside so handsome, sophisticated and clean, but on the inside, well, that’s a story that would be harder to explain.

he laughs, breathlessly, "fuck—" and pouts with your name slipping from his tongue, "this is what you do to me love— over and over."

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SITUATION In an alternate history where time travel has been invented, a cabal of time-traveling traders and politicians are engaged in intertemporal arbitrage, using their future knowledge to corner markets throughout history. They've recently set their sights on the oyster trade of 19th century New York City, hoping to use their advanced refrigeration tech and insider info to make a killing. But their actions are destabilizing the timeline and threatening to erase key historical figures from existence. The party must unravel this temporal trade network and confront the mysterious mastermind behind it all before irreparable damage is done to the space-time continuum.

SETTING The adventure spans multiple eras, but key events occur in:

New York City, 1842 - The booming oyster trade has made the city the oyster capital of the world. Oyster cellars line Canal Street, shucking a staggering 700 million oysters a year. The docks bustle with oystermen.

The Far Future Oyster Vaults of Neo-Nassau, 2891 AD - Towering refrigerated vaults hold trillions of perfectly preserved bivalves. Chrono-barges zip through pneumatic tubes overhead. Neon-lit canals crisscross the city.

The Temporal Trade Hub, Outside Time - A mind-bending nexus where past, present and future intersect. Causality-defying architecture shifts like a kaleidoscope. Traders haggle over price fluctuations yet to occur.

CAST

Crassus Rockefeller III - Robber baron, mastermind behind the Oyster Futures Syndicate. Seeks to monopolize history's oyster supply. Wields a Causality Anchor that stabilizes him in spacetime.

Vivian "Viv" Wellfleet - Rogue chrono-trader with a heart of gold. Wants to stop Crassus and restore the timeline. Former collegiate oyster shucking champion.

Shucker Jim - Grizzled 19th century oysterman. Secretly an undercover Chronoguard agent. Rocket harpoon prosthetic arm. Loyal but haunted by a tragic past.

The Muculent Sibyl - Prophetic oyster-human hybrid from an alternate timeline where oysters evolved sapience. Whispers maddening future-truths. Chained in Crassus' vault.

Ostreida, the Oyster Goddess - Eldritch bivalve deity worshipped by a future oyster-cult. Seeks to flood Earth's history, returning it to a primordial sea.

The Chronoguard - Temporal law enforcement. Hardened time-cops in chromed exo-suits. Seek to stop illegal intertemporal trade by any means necessary.

The Oystermen's Union - Tough New York oyster workers, their livelihoods threatened by future sabotage. Burly, bearded, and brawny. Know the oyster beds like the back of their callused hands.

INITIAL CONDITIONS The 19th century oyster trade is booming, but prices have started fluctuating wildly and oyster shortages loom due to temporal meddling. Anachronistic tech has been found in oyster beds. Strange future-cultists lurk in oyster cellars, preaching the coming of an Oyster God. The Chronoguard has dispatched agents to 1842 to investigate, but Crassus' syndicate has a head start and deep pockets. The timeline is already fraying at the edges - historic oyster-lovers like Queen Victoria are fading from existence. The players arrive in old New York to find a temporal powder keg ready to blow.

GOALS

Crassus Rockefeller III - Corner the oyster market across all of history, making trillions. Ascend to economic godhood.

Vivian "Viv" Wellfleet - Stop Crassus, restore the original timeline, save the future. Maybe shuck some oysters along the way.

Shucker Jim - Complete his mission, avenge his partner, keep the space-time continuum safe from rogue traders and their greed.

The Muculent Sibyl - Escape her imprisonment, reveal cosmic truths, bring about the Oyster Singularity her visions foretell.

Ostreida, the Oyster Goddess - Flood Earth's history, make the world a oyster's paradise. Destroy upstart humanity.

The Chronoguard - Arrest Crassus and his cronies, stop the temporal trade in its tracks, preserve the integrity of the timeline.

The Oystermen's Union - Protect their way of life, drive out strange future interlopers, keep oyster prices stable and bellies full.

TOOLS/RESOURCES

Crassus Rockefeller III - Vast wealth, future tech, Causality Anchor, bribed officials across eras, oyster futures contracts.

Vivian "Viv" Wellfleet - Heirloom chrono-compass, knack for disguise, knowledge of oyster lore, her trusty quantum-shucking knife.

Shucker Jim - Rocket harpoon arm, Chronoguard combat training, 19th century street smarts, loyal oystermen contacts.

The Muculent Sibyl - Precognition, psychic whispers, eldritch oyster magic, fanatical mollusk-hybrid cultists.

Ostreida, the Oyster Goddess - Divine bivalve powers, oyster monster hordes, tidal magic, beachhead temples across history.

The Chronoguard - Jurisdiction across spacetime, stun-harpoons, chrono-cuffs, hardened exo-suits, orbital trawler-ships.

The Oystermen's Union - Strength in numbers, intricate knowledge of oyster beds, sturdy oyster boats, shucking solidarity.

SAMPLE SOLUTIONS

Infiltrate Crassus' syndicate posing as fellow traders, destabilize his operations from within while searching for evidence of his crimes. Coordinate with Chronoguard to arrest him in a dramatic sting.

Rally the Oystermen's Union to sabotage future tech and resist the Syndicate's strong-arm tactics. Stage a general strike to force the city to crack down on rogue traders.

Beat Crassus at his own game by cornering the oyster market first. Flood the market with your own supply via time travel, tanking prices and ruining his monopoly.

Cut a deal with Ostreida, brokering a compromise where oysters and humans can coexist across history. Use her power to threaten Crassus into surrendering.

Rescue the Muculent Sibyl and convince her to aid you with her prescient visions. Navigate the fluctuating timeways to always stay one step ahead of Crassus and his goons.

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Time magic - Chronomancy

Time magic, also known as chronomancy, is a concept within the realm of magical practices that involves the manipulation, perception, or influence of time. Practitioners of time magic may explore various aspects of time, including past, present, and future, seeking to understand or alter events within the temporal continuum.

Chronomancy often involves rituals, spells, or meditative practices designed to tap into the fabric of time. Some practitioners may focus on divination methods specifically related to predicting or gaining insights into future events. Others might attempt to alter their perception of time, achieving a state of timelessness or experiencing time differently through meditation or altered states of consciousness.

In the realm of time magic and chronomancy, practitioners might explore additional concepts and techniques:

1. Temporal Loops: Creating or entering cyclical patterns in time, where events repeat.

2. Time Travel: Attempting to move backward or forward in time, either in consciousness or physically.

3. Time Dilation: Manipulating the perceived speed of time, making it feel faster or slower.

4. Causality Manipulation: Influencing the cause-and-effect relationships of events through magical means.

5. Temporal Sight: Gaining the ability to see glimpses of the past or future.

6. Time Shields: Creating magical barriers or shields that affect the passage of time within a specific area.

7. Age Manipulation: Influencing the aging or de-aging of living beings.

8. Temporal Anchors: Establishing fixed points in time that resist manipulation or alteration.

(It's important to approach these concepts with a recognition of their speculative nature, often rooted in mythology, fiction, and magical traditions rather than scientific principles. Time magic is a captivating element in various cultures, stories, and esoteric practices. Time magic is often speculative and imaginative, as time manipulation goes beyond our current scientific understanding.)

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Research findings: How are people creating a sense of togetherness online?

The everyday inventiveness of translocal relationship maintenance

I'm excited to share some early insights from our latest study. Some of you may remember it from when it was distributed: a survey about how people who sustain relationships online create a sense of being in the same place, even at a distance.

Even now, online platforms are marching towards a future of standardised, formless, and profoundly placeless design. But relationships need place (Tuan, 1979), and people will continue to fashion new tactics to address their everyday needs. So, how do people in translocal relationships play with/around these technological limitations? How do they foster shared places on platforms that aren't designed for it?

That's what our study sought to uncover, and here's what we found...

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Our deepest thanks to all who participated in the survey! We had 44 respondents—almost twice as many as we were hoping for—and more importantly, we got a pretty broad slice of translocal connections across the world:

Our original focus was on long-distance families and romantic relationships, mainly because people conventionally assume physical closeness and cohabitation in those relationships. But in practice, the data we gathered contained accounts of all kinds of relationships, so we expect the findings to be relevant (in varying degrees) to many kinds of online connection as well.

Across the data, a few themes showed up repeatedly, and through an extensive process of coding and clustering, we've distilled it into five themes, or key drivers of practices in virtual placemaking:

1. Synchronicity ⌚

People seek to act in concert and in temporal proximity, to feel a sense of relatedness—be that by experiencing media together, collaborating on a project, or just feeling collocated via a background voice call. Voice calls often scaffolded these kinds of synchronous activities—sound is a great vector for conveying simultaneity/"at the same time."

2. Persistence 📌

We talked about synchronous interactions above. Asynchronous interactions, on the other hand, assert the "being in the same space." This requires virtual spaces to not simply disappear or refresh when the session is closed: you're able to leave artefacts for others to discover even when you're offline or "in the background," and they accumulate over time. That's a core trait of a real place (as discussed in past research).

3. Emotional connection/depth 🫂

We know from other research that long-distance couples favour text messaging. Verbal communication is paramount in relationship deepening because it supports precise expressions of care and affirmation. But it can be asserted by other expressions too, like offers of help, favours and gifts—implicitly or explicitly indicating that one has the other person in one's thoughts, as well as their interests, well-being, and goings-on.

4. Physical linkage 🔗

Despite the focus on virtual spaces, many respondents saw great importance in anchoring their bonds in physical space, and used technologies as windows, or bridges, linking those spaces together. Using video calls as "windows" to have meals together, virtual house tours where the smartphone acts as a surrogate for the person on the other end, buying the same game board and playing against each other by replicating each other's moves...our data was replete with creative ways of bridging physical divides.

5. Co-creation 🖼️📝

Collaborative narratives and creation uniquely allow for interactors to explore and cohabit a shared mental place, in which they have an equal stake and are emotionally engaged. It's a way of being psychically co-present through roleplay and active imagination. Our data was full of mentions of collaborative creative work and narratives, from Dungeons and Dragons to building worlds together to making art of imagined alternate realities.

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Other neat insights:

Rather than ever being confined to a single platform, almost everyone inhabited and interwove practices across different platforms/media types, each with its own utility, affect, and meaning: this is what Madianou calls "polymedia life." Think playing games on a virtual board while discussing it in a text chat, watching a show together on a streaming website while discussing it in a call, playing Wordle independently and checking in with the group chat to see what others thought, etc. This was almost universal across the dataset!

There were a lot of unique practices described in the dataset (i.e. instances where one respondent was the only person in the dataset who did that thing) - and yet it was never described as a practice we deliberately designed to solve a problem. This everyday inventiveness among people in translocal/transnational relationships has become the core of our research interest.

Lots of intergenerational connection (parent/child, grandparent/grandchild, aunt/uncle/niece) was evidenced - and a strong skew towards text chat, video calls, and voice calls for these. Video games are far more common among romantic relationships.

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That's all for this post—I'll be back soon (very soon) to talk about what comes next.

[ibumuc]

Everytime someone replaces Temporal Anchor, Protea Prime gets delayed by one day

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Huatli: Morning, my love- why do you look like you pulled multiple all-nighters? You were fine yesterday.

Saheeli, working while surrounded by mugs of coffee: Found out how to do time dilation while working on the temporal anchor

Huatli:

Huatli, dragging her to the bedroom: That's it you're going to bed. Now.

Saheeli: Nooo, I'm so close to a breakthrough on my invention~

Huatli: The science will still be there after you sleep. How many hours were you awake, again?

Saheeli:

Huatli:

Saheeli:

Huatli: Saheeli...?

Saheeli, already asleep: *snores*

Huatli, sighing: You're lucky I love you

[sir-adamus]

it’s kinda funny that in the final boss fight with Kale in Hi-Fi RUSH, he puts a barrier between Chai (and 808) and the rest of the party - typical final boss move of isolating the main character for the fight - but then when you get into the fight, you can still call on them to assist regardless

because the assists are them teleporting in and out using temporal distortion tech Peppermint developed, using 808 as an anchor, so Kale had no way of planning against that, making it completely pointless to separate them

[soylent-crocodile]

Swarm, Time Flies (Monster)

(art by DenisZhbankov on deviantart)

(This is a fun one- it started with the pun, but quickly I realized the potential for cosmic horror. Originally they were concieved as being inhumanoid, being intended as fat, spiky, botfly shaped creatures, but that was a bit hard to find art for. Feel free to use the original description if you like!)

CR17 LN Tiny Outsider Although they are called “time flies”, these creatures are far more humanoid than the small, harmless insects they’re named after. Enigmatic creatures native to the Plane of Time, they are almost always the first creatures to emerge when a rift to the plane is opened (most often through repeated uses of Time Stop). Many an unprepared wizard has been devoured by these deadly beasts after playing with forces beyond mortal ken.

Time flies' minds are completely alien, and evidently without mercy or compassion. Their primary focus is consumption of magical energy and temporal rifts, although time flies worked into a frenzy by particularly large rifts are generally a danger to any creature that draws near it.

Due to the enigmatic nature of the Plane of Time, the natural ecology of time flies (what they normally eat, how they behave in their natural habitat, and how they interact with other denizens of their plane) is a mystery. Some occultists suspect, however, that time flies are relatively weak within the Plane of Time- a terrifying prospect, as they are incredibly dangerous creatures.

Each creature that makes up this swarm is the size of a cat, with a blending of humanoid and insectile features. The beating of their wings produces a terrible thrumming noise. 

Misc- CR17 LN Tiny Outsider (Lawful, Swarm) HD22 Init:+15 Senses: Perception:+10, All-Around Vision, Blindsight 60ft Stats- Str:14(+2) Dex:40(+15) Con:24(+7) Int:- Wis:31(+10) Cha:16(+3) BAB:+22/+17/+12/+7 Space:20ft Reach:0ft Defense- HP:275(22d10+154) AC:28 (+15 Dexterity, +3 Size) Fort:+16 Ref+27 Will:+22 CMD:47 Immunity: Death effects Special Defenses: Immune to Magic, Swarm Traits Offense- Swarm (22d8 plus distraction and Curse of Time) CMB+22: Speed:40ft, 60ft Fly (Good) Special Attacks: Curse of Time Spell-like Abilities-  Slow (DC16), Dimensional Anchor /at-will Time Stop, Plane Shift (Self only, to Plane of Time only) 1/day Special Qualities- Outside Time, Swarm Traits, Thrumming Ecology- Environment- Extraplanar (Plane of Time) Languages- None Organization- Mistake (2-4 Swarms) Treasure- None Special Abilities- Curse of Time (Su)- A creature dealt damage by a time fly’s swarm attack must make a will save with DC25 or immediately be cursed. They are permanently staggered, and age at a rate of one age category per day. This is a curse effect that can be removed with remove curse. Immune to Magic (Su)- Time flies are immune to spells that allow spell resistance, except for the following;

Slow deals 1d8 damage per caster level (maximum 20d8), will save for half.

Chronostutter and Amalia’s Temporal Displacement heals 10d6 damage.

Spells with the electricity descriptor affect them as normal.

Outside Time (Ex)- Time flies can always act during a Time Stop or similar effects. Thrumming- (Ex) Time flies produce a horrible buzzing noise. Living creatures that can hear within 120ft of a time fly swarm are sickened. Spells with verbal components within that aura require a DC25 concentration check to be cast.

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Thank you for answering my ask and also adding DRAWINGS!! 😍 I tried to come up with some Nox-esque questions, so: 1. What is Nox' favourite pastime? 2. Small talk Astarion style: How would Nox kill him and how would Astarion kill them? 3. If Nox could keep a body part of their companions as a souvenir, what would it be, why and from whom? 😅

yayayayay thank you for asking more about them!!! ☺️☺️☺️☺️

they're very social and prefer pastimes involving other people like chatting or playing games. they can't focus for long so things like reading and writing are difficult, but they like to be read to, and they're sort of rediscovering a long-repressed artistic side with doodling and sketching. a big collector and inventory organizer as well

somewhat context dependent but i think ultimately they would want to eat each other ☺️☺️

so i thought about this a normal amount and i think they would keep small bones with symbolic significance:

Gale - frontal - protects the part of the brain associated with higher cognitive function. maybe a little on the nose, but also literally on the nose, which they think would make him laugh.

Shadowheart - temporal - guards the part of the brain which houses memory. loss and recovery of memory and identity were fundamental to their connection. they'd also keep her lunate wrist bone for the pun.

Lae'zel - lacrimal - small part of the skull that houses the tear ducts. nox and lae'zel relate to one another deeply re: loss and grief. they'd keep it close at hand and rub it when they missed her.

Astarion - maxilla - naturally.

Wyll - hyoid - anchors structures in the mouth and throat. allows one to speak freely, to breathe freely, as they connected over their desire for and conflicting feelings towards freedom.

Karlach - manubrium - uppermost part of the sternum. a place of connection and protection in the body for the protector and the emotional core of the party. sits right above the infernal engine.

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List O' Fics on AO3

now with update status! (10/30/23) slownorimo update (6218 over the goal!)

Spirk

TOS/SNW

don't you know me - Still being updated.

One morning, Admiral Kirk's unbreakable bond with his husband is suddenly severed. The cause? A temporal anomaly that has turned the 55-year-old Spock into his 31-year-old self. Now, they find themselves on an uncharted path, facing an uncertain future where their shared journey hangs in the balance, teetering between continuity and divergence.

Mature (for talk about sex, but sex is kept in oneshots). Chaptered and incomplete.

we ran aground - Completed.

Set when Kirk is the XO of the Farragut and Spock is the science officer on the Enterprise. Both ships are in dry dock for repairs, and Spock runs into Kirk at a bar. He walks him home. Things progress. There's chess. And sex.

Explicit. More porn. Can also do the standalone thing, but falls in Don't You Know Me universe.

take me how you want me - Completed.

Kirk and Spock are on Vulcan for their wedding. Spock can't seem to find his center. Jim helps. With his body.

Explicit coz porn. Can be read as a standalone but is backstory from don't you know me.

Sarek x Amanda

TOS/SNW/DISCO/AOS

we can blame it on human nature - Paused

Yet another Amanda and Sarek origin story.

When four-year-old Sybok arrives on Earth to live with his father, Amanda Grayson's life takes an unexpected turn. She can't resist falling for the charm of this endearing child, but things get even more intriguing when she meets the tall, dark, and utterly captivating Sarek.

As Amanda and Sarek navigate the complexities of their newfound connection, they discover a magnetic pull between them that defies all logic. Together, they must chart a course through the chasm of their differences, all while exploring the depths of the emotions that bind them.

Teen, and it'll stay there. This is a sweet story with a dash of heat.

beyond logic - On Pause

The blurb is wrong because it's going to be redone. But Sarek x Amanda and dark and steamy.

So, so much Explicit.

Captain Shaw

burn the whole house down - On Pause

Captain Liam Shaw is a shitshow held together by the terrors of his past. This is a story of him finding something else to live for.

Mature for language, but'll probably go up to explicit because my Shaw is sex!driven. Whatcha gonna do?

Spock x Chapel

tangled memories - Completed

When nightmares haunt Christine, Spock becomes her anchor.

Teen, with some implied sex but no actual sex.

Deep Space Nine

forever and more - Completed.

Julian and Miles have bad habits. Julian keeps saying he'll stop. Garak is there to pick up the pieces.

Mature for sex, but not porn.

Father Brown

you used to be my favorite memory - On Pause

Sidney Carter and Inspector Sullivan knew one another in London years before Sullivan showed up in Kembleford. Sullivan's astonished to run into Sid again in this tiny, out of the way town. Sid can't believe Sullivan is getting on his case after the way things went down. They try to figure out where each of them fits into this new arrangement, especially when they can't seem to keep of out each others way.

Teen, but may bump up to M as I move forward.

pinch me - Completed

Sid and the Inspector regularly heat up the caravan. In the aftermath on this afternoon, their conversation drifts to how things started and where they are

M for implied sex, fondling.

[ladygenius]

Blood Red Tango

To celebrate a post Halloween temporal rise from the dead here's to what was (I guess) my first fic ever written. However, I never posted it since it was meant to be significantly longer. Will it ever get a part 2 to fill you in on the rest? Who knows!

description: you got into danger while being undercover, Spencer is your only safety

pairing: Spencer Reid x (gn) bau reader (maybe I missed something)

content: angst but comfort in the end

warnings: mentions of blood, knives, gun shots, fear of your loved one being hurt

wordcount: 600ish

If you would like this continued - please let me know🙏🏽

Your POV

It wasn’t until you heard the metallic echo of an empty cartridge hitting the ground that you realized a shot had been fired.

Instinctively, you waited for the stinging pain or agonizing cold to set in since in the first split seconds your brain couldn't even figure out who got hit.

All you could hear was the stable high-pitched ringing in your ears, drowning out all the voices and shouting around you.

And then you saw him.

In fact, you've been looking at him all this time since he was your only point of fixation during those last dreadful minutes. It pained you to see him with that look of sheer panic in his eyes and yet, you couldn't break contact between the two of you. Not even for a split second. It was him who kept you stable. Even if there wasn’t any physical connection whatsoever. But you two never really needed that anyway. He was your anchor. Not to keep you grounded in reality but reciprocating his gaze alone was giving you the strength to endure the whole situation. Maybe it also had something to do with the fact that if you ever were to die, he would definitely be the last image you’d want ingrained in your memory forever.As you slowly became conscious of the blurry sensations and happenings around you, your gaze fell back on him.

Everyone else was rushing around while Spencer stood frozen in place just like you. It was then that you noticed a cold liquid on your neck. You lifted your hand to check where the substance came from, even though you already knew.

The burgundy color of blood glistened on two of your trembling fingers. You looked down to your right and saw Morgan kneeling on the unsub's back pinning him down to secure the handcuffs. There was a growing leak of blood right next to them on the floor, they must have hit his shoulder or torso. You could still feel his tight grip around your neck, the knife's sharp blade burning mercilessly against your skin. His hoarse voice threatening to slit your throat right then and there.  

As your eyes landed back on Spencer you realized his eyes were glistening with tears. This suddenly caused all your emotional buttons to flip as well. All the memories from before the confrontation with the unsub reentered your consciousness.

The dancing, Spencer's unusual confident manner as he was playing his part and that brief moment when your lips were mere inches apart... all these different impressions and feelings left you completely overwhelmed. All you knew was you needed to be close to him right now.

You felt your body moving on its own accord, sprinting in his direction.

Also snapping out of his paralysis, Spencer immediately took you in for a desperate hug. "Good god, Y/n. I'm so glad you're okay!"

"Spence...", your voice cracked as you sobbed into his shoulder, tears making their way down your cheeks almost instantaneously.

"Shh..Everything’s alright. You're safe. No one can hurt you anymore.. it's over", he cooed. His tight grip around your waist felt like he himself was holding on to you for dear life.

You couldn’t recall a time when he ever held you like this before. It was all you needed in that moment, and you didn't care the slightest bit what the people around you thought about it.

After some time, he loosened the hug to face you properly, the loss of contact instantly making your heart ache. Carefully, he cupped your face with his hands and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, the cool breath sending shivers down your spine.

What had happened tonight?

[quakerjoe]

I was using one of these to counterbalance the temporal feedback from the artron particle condenser and the cyclone drive 5-D Axis modulator for added stability in anchoring the pan-dimensional reflex turbine. Now I just use Gorilla Tape.