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12 & 50. Rasputin/Felwinter

YES GOOD. Enjoy a nice painful snack of Warmind Angst.(TM) These are kind of interchangeable with both getting a little bit of both but here we have two prompts so I've done two fics. Pop the confetti 2nd one is another sort of between-the-scenes moment from Housefire - Syzygy this time.

12 - in grief

It took some time after the Cosmodrome had stopped shaking from the explosion for the dust to settle. The Lightbearers had really done some damage on their way down, and Rasputin had his work cut out for him to regain access to the Site Six bunker. The Warmind was aware, more or less, of what had transpired thanks to black box recorders and some feeble transmissions still trickling in from the few surviving nanites, but at first he was largely blind and almost entirely cut off from his own systems thanks to the damage. 

He'd known they wouldn't go down without a fight. He'd been prepared for war. He didn't have to like the results. 

Nasty, freakish dead things. 

They could stay dead. 

But he had to see. Had to be sure. He didn't have his Seraphs anymore, and frames were too bulky, and too slow to be thorough search parties.

He had -

He...

Visual data relays returned, and for all that Rasputin had seen and done, the images shocked him. The destruction was to be expected after an explosion so powerful, but what truly gave the Warmind pause was the SIVA.

Twisted, gnarled vines in waves and swathes of red coated everything, engulfing it, consuming it. His rage... his malice, given grotesque form, thrown right in his face.

It had seemed so much simpler, so much more benign from a distance. Lines of code didn't tell the same tale as bodies torn asunder, half-consumed, wracked in visible terror and agony. Unfeeling Zeroes and Ones made it far less poignant that these undead things were also men and women.

People.

Felwinter's friends.

His son.

Rasputin didn't find the body right away. He knew he was there, and even had a fairly accurate idea of where to search, and still Rasputin had nearly given up when he'd finally found something. A limb. The rest of him had been elsewhere. Not far away, no, but...not attached, either.

The red-mesh impulse that had been sweeping the vast room flickered in a long wave and then collapsed down to that singular place, pinprick points of light quivering as Rasputin examined what was left of his most beloved creation and arguably the best part of him. His child, his humanity- the Traveler had stolen him from Rasputin, but Rasputin had snuffed his flame.

Aurora synapse flared and shrank over and over as Rasputin mapped out dimensions he already knew as well as his own, ghosting over hands, chest, and face, electronic tears doing nothing for surging grief.

Oh how he'd failed. Oh, he'd made a terrible, terrible mistake.

More beats of light, flickering, filling the room, but no amount of anguished kisses from a mourning father could warm the cooling body of a murdered child.

This one he would have to live with.

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50- out of love

Rasputin trod the Corridors of Time a little more slowly than was strictly necessary. The burden he carried in his arms did not trouble him. His race against the inevitable was over.

He could afford to steal a few minutes more. He didn't care if he was selfish.

Felwinter was alive. Alive. He was as well as he could be, and safe with him, even if he was hard-pressed to convince poor Felwinter of the fact.

Rasputin didn't blame his son for not trusting him, even if he was still struggling to process the pain of just how poorly he'd actually been received. Rasputin knew what he'd done, and the pain he caused. He realized, with no small sting, that this was likely the last time Felwinter would let him this close (and that 'let' was a dubious qualifier when Rasputin had rendered the Exo unconscious for both of their safety) if the shattered plating under his eye was any indication, and while Rasputin could accept the fate he'd created for himself, he wasn't about to miss an opportunity no matter how small, either.

And so he took advantage of what little time he had, no matter how pitifully one-sided it was, for despite all his wrong doings and all his bad choices, he loved his son, and these precious few minutes with him meant the world to Rasputin.

"Someday," he whispered, knowing Felwinter could not hear him and relieved that Felspring was busy chattering with Caerus somewhere trailing behind, "I will may be able to tell you in a way that will matter." But for now, even effectively alone, he still could not. He had to do better. He would. He tipped his chin down, nuzzling in to lay a slow kiss onto Felwinter's too-hot forehead, immediately feeling a sharp slap of guilt for stealing the touch, though he'd done so largely without realizing what he was doing until it was too late. What was one more drop in a sea of sins, Rasputin thought bitterly. He lifted his head and picked up his pace.

Love and remorse alone were not enough.

He would do better.

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35 Osiris Timur

#35 - to gain something

"Show me."

Timur's head popped up from where he'd been poking at a tiny wire in a tiny device through an enormous magnifying glass. He wasn't easily startled, but Osiris appearing in his workshop without him noticing did the trick. The kid was starting to move almost as quietly as Fel did. Two of them, he thought with wry warmth, was going to be tough to handle. Timur flashed a smile.

"Oh hello Osiris," he said, sitting back from his project. "What's that now?"

"That trick you taught Colovance," Osiris said, crossing his arms. "Show me too." Timur's grin returned, and this time it stuck. My, he was so prickly...and demanding! A curious mix for someone who wanted something. He supposed that's what he got for letting feelings get tangled up into things. Sometimes they all got a little too liberal with how casual their more supposedly professional exchanges went.

"Oh that thing?" He laughed. "It's so simple I thought you'd figure it out on your own!"

Osiris' nose wrinkled up cutely when he scowled.

"Show me anyway," he insisted.

"Maybe," Timur tipped back in his seat, stretching his legs out so that his ankles nearly bumped Osiris'. "What's in it for me? You come down here all demanding and prickly-like. Hardly motivating when I was minding my business and having a nice time, here," Timur said. He watched one of Osiris' cheeks dimple as the trainee no doubt started to worry it from the inside as he thought on this. Timur stared back at him evenly, that smile still plastered onto his face as he wondered just what Osiris would do. He didn't back down, and he didn't offer concessions. And everyone knew better than to give Timur an open-ended offer. He'd put him in a spot on purpose.

After a moment, Osiris donned a little smirk and strode forward until he was standing right over Timur, making the Stormtrancer crane his neck to look up at him.

"I know what you want," he said, voice low. He bent down, and Timur's eyes widened when their lips nearly met, breath and body heat mingling but not touching. Timur planted his weight, the chair scooting back so he didn't fall, and Osiris quickly straightened back up without quite ever connecting, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. There was no hiding the look of disappointment on Timur's face, nor the faint dusting of excited pink on his cheeks.

"Show me first," Osiris said, lifting his chin.

Timur's smile returned, but his eyes narrowed.

So the little fireball wanted to play games, did he?

He leapt up, swift as the storms that energized him, and caught Osiris in his arms. Osiris yipped in surprise, but didn't put up an ounce of protest once Timur had him, instead throwing his arms around the senior Warlock's shoulders. His bluffs were getting better, Timur thought with a happy chuckle, but he had some work to do still.

"Pay me first," he purred, helping himself.

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How I made the puppets for Nobody’s Wolf Child’s “Selkie” music video.

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like i'm sorry but we as a fandom have to stay firm on our anti-AI values. we cannot suddenly start giving AI a pass when it's something we "want to see" like destiel kisses. it's not suddenly fine. we're not going to start using AI to make fanfic scenes come to life or audio AI to make characters "say" stuff we want to hear. you have GOT to be firm on your anti-AI stance. if you start making exceptions then suddenly anything will fly. fandom is for real art and creations made by real people. no AI fanfics. no AI art. no AI rendered "bonus" scenes. no AI audio. none of it has a place here.

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Gendered parenting is so weird. As a little kid I was a total daddy's girl, I was told I would always try to sneak into the garage, I was always very interested in everything he was doing and would follow him around while he was working, but while my family was never the type to outright say "you can't do that because you're a girl", they simply didn't entertain the idea that I could possibly be interested in cars. Then when my little brother was born, it was just assumed he would become a mechanic like our dad because he was a boy. Even though he, unlike me, didn't like being in the garage much and wasn't all that interested in what dad was doing. Once he got to a certain age, dad started making him help and would drag him away from his actual interests for it, which lead to a lot of arguing and not much actual learning.

Gendered expectations sort of create doubles of children. There's the real child with their actual personality, interests and behaviors, and then there's the Gender Child.

My real brother hated soccer and team sports. The Gender Child that existed only the minds of the adults in his life needed to play soccer because that's what a Boy Child does.

Growing up, I always felt like adults didn't actually know me as a person and they weren't interested in getting to know me. Because they felt they'd already learned everything there was to know about me when they were told "it's a girl".

When I talk about how I never got gifts I actually liked from my relatives (to this day I still don't like getting gifts that aren't something I picked out myself), it isn't actually about the gifts themselves. I don't even remember them. What I do remember is the feeling of being given gifts that were seemingly not bought with the real me in mind. They were for the Girl Child™️ version of me. The me that adults wanted me to be, not who I actually was.

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Rdr2 but make them little animals?!??

posting more of this soon ！

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feels so wrong that itll be 2025 soon. fake year. science fiction year

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Wishing you a happy solstice (winter or summer, as the case may be). Unless you're a flat earther, in which case, Happy Inexplicable Phenomenon!

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@elodieunderglass horrible things with legs

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i wanna talk about this shot

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'tis the season

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sometimes a theme recurs in your work without your permission. and sometimes it reaches a threshold where you're like. well now i think this is saying something about me against my will. don't know what though

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I think about this comment at the end of every episode now

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The last two weeks of the year are always the hardest. Stay hydrated, caffeinated and good luck💙✨

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The Enigma of Amigara Fault

This short story by Junji Ito is about a fault that appears in Amigara mountain after an earthquake. The earthquake exposes countless human-shaped holes in the mountain which seem to have been made about a thousand years ago. People, intrigued by these  silhouettes, gather at the site and that’s when things get creepy.

It’s about a 15-20 min read, but if you haven’t read this before, you’re in for a treat. Link above.

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tumblr discourse after 13 years on this fucking website