#⟢ || threads / setting course.

[cometconnector]

do you guys like my new pfp

hii werewolf tommy kinard.. welcome to my brain..

[aerithisms]

i do sympathise a lot with the fact that it seems like the arcane writers were working under some pretty tough constraints. there's only so much budget, animation of this calibre is extremely labour/time/resource intensive, and allegedly netflix made some cuts. but i just don't agree with the things they decided to prioritise. even if they'd had more time, making the climax of the story about jayce and viktor and the arcane instead of vi and jinx and the zaun/piltover conflict, which was set up as the focus and heart of the show, was a voluntary choice they made. and it was a bad one.

[avedoodles]

i figured out how to connect my wacom to my new laptop :D

[sneaky-tank]

As your robot's engineer/technician(/partner), helping them pick out just the right shade of anodized titanium bolts is the step up from picking out lingerie together.

Gently running bottoming taps through their threaded holes to clean them out/up is the maintenance equivelant of cleaning another human's ears.

Adding blue loctite for restrictive play, red loctite for permanent restrictive play (but still having a blowtorch on hand for emergencies).

The best practices for engagement/marriage are pretty variable, but often involve polishing/recoating their endoskeleton, creating a beautiful new polished and anodized/plated/chromed/damascened set of exterior plates (or rarely a 'normal' wedding dress/suit.), and finally a beautiful set of Poly Crystaline Diamond (PCD) rings.

[ladyohdeath]

@ofcrimsonenchantresses liked this for a starter

her head tilts as she looks at the other, examining her. it's pure coincidence that she's here, unrelated to anything that wanda is currently doing, but she knows without a shadow of a doubt that this is the person who had trapped agatha, and who keeps her trapped to this day. moreso, she knows that this is the scarlet witch, but rio isn't afraid of her. she has a healthy respect instead.

"i thought you'd be taller," she teases, twirling her knife and stopping it with her teeth. the soul she'd been attending to had already passed on, and she had planned to leave now, but something had drawn her here. now she knows why. she pulls her knife out of her teeth and points it at wanda's head. "no crown?"

[gcldfanged]

[Continued from HERE.]

@bonesofchaos:

he hums as he licks blood from knuckles, golden eyes flicking from carnage to meet those of man stood hovering at the edge of his brutality. listening but finding him pretentious, as most of those above him are. "no offence sir, but you're always gunna be lesser to someone. always gunna be a bigger fish'n you." a fact stated as such, no taunting or mockery, just plain old simple fact. "but i'll agree that money makes people stupid. makes 'em even dumber when they ain't got it and they need it." a gesture to the bodies moaning on the floor, an ill thought out attack against the enforcer to take back what he took from them previously.

"None taken. That IS true, otherwise I wouldn't be complaining all the damn time about having to clean up someone else's mess," he admits, looking down at the stranger's handiwork.

He'd heard odd things about Malachi, but seeing him in the flesh was quite different than what he had been expecting- Which, honestly, wasn't much. Clearly his cynicism had been an overstep. The presence of street level punks lining the pavement was enough to overwhelm by sheer number, yet the intended victim remained unscathed. And by the look of him, anyone who'd paint such an individual with a target had to be both blind and dumb.

"But nevermind what I actually meant," Jae continued, offering a black and gold cigarette to the enforcer. A minor peace offering for interrupting his fun.

"If you have the time, I'd like to make you an offer. We can discuss in more pleasant surroundings, of course- Treat you to some fine food and drink, offer some entertainment if that's more your style?"

[tskumoyuuma]

god damn was the ending of arcane good. I didnt blink for like the whole last episode

[worstsequence]

who else is here on this day thinking about eddie lovey dovey free with affection known dustin for not even a year uses his dying breath to tell him he loves him munson

[evienyx]

I kinda forgot how you came up with fractures, i know for a fact that you said it started as an au of another fic but I want to know it's origins

I mean, I started writing Fractures back in summer of 2019 (which is insane, let me say), when I was 14.

It is now 2023, I have just turned 18, I've gone through an entire pandemic and started college, and have written over 270,000 more words for this story.

It's kinda hard to remember where it initially came from, and the best thing I have to really go off of is the author's note on Chapter 1 and notes that I wrote for myself when I first started this story.

So, from what I can gather from those and what little I remember:

Most of the idea for Fractures came from the idea I had about what ATLA would be like if Zuko hadn't been there in the first place, but had been off doing something else. The first big problem that came up for me was the fact that Aang would still need a firebending teacher, and if Zuko wasn't there, Iroh was likely off with him, and therefore not available.

So, I started trying to figure out what I could do to separate Zuko from Iroh for pretty much the entire length of the show without making it too weird. From there, I realized the easiest thing would be if Zuko had never been sent to capture Aang in the first place. I decided that the easiest thing would be to simply throw Zuko into prison since the Agni Kai, make sure that Iroh hadn't been there at the Agni Kai, and go from there.

At that point, my interest had shifted from how the Gaang's adventures changed to instead being solely Zuko-focused. I wrote and published a one-shot of the start of the AU I'd made, but I kinda left it at that. There were people who commented wanting more, but I didn't really believe in my abilities to actually write a story of a larger scale. I also didn't know if there was any interest left in ATLA in the middle of 2019. The idea of writing it interested me, but if I was going to do that, I was going to go all in on it, and I didn't know how I felt about that.

The thing that really tipped it for me, if I'm being honest, was reading Towards the Sun by @muffinlance. Seeing an ATLA author succeeding and holding an audience, specifically in the times before the ATLA Renaissance because of Netflix, inspired me a shocking amount. It was the kinda thought of "well, if Muffin can do it, then so can I!" Which, to be fair, totally ignored the fact that she was a fully grown adult at the time, while I, 3.5 years later, have just now reached 'adult' status.

Still, it was enough for me, and so I wrote the next chapter in one night, published it, and we were off.

[red-hemlock]

// [ hide ] sender leans in to receiver's body, hoping to hide against them in a moment of fear

Action Prompts for Leaning @mute-call

Green eyes pass a glance behind, taking-in the sight of the fearful form leant against her... He had good reason, denying the fact that things weren't a bit hairy at the moment would be nothing short of naïve. That gaze shifts ahead, a sight that causes her to bristle once more and fist an already too-tight grip around the blade-hilt in her palm. Hired hands, and a lot of them too, sent by their 'illustrious' target to no doubt excise the thorn trying to stab into his side; and rid the world of her employer as well. Kill the killer, and you've taken the-out the immediate issue; but eliminate the one holding the leash, and you've stayed the collaring of further attack dogs in the future.

Smart. But not if Bell's current mouthy 'mutt' had anything to say about it. River's free hand slips behind, a slow brush of skin-upon-skin, but a thought halts her touch at fingertips only. The minute she takes Steven's hand and turns, they'll be on them like sharks raring to savage a bloody carcass... Far too many to focus on killing, whilst keeping him safe.

"...Sorry, Boss. I'm afraid I'm going to be needing both hands to take-care of this." Raising to flatten against his chest, that hand now pushes him back. A movement seemingly born out of annoyance to their annoying pursuers, but in truth, it was a gentle nudge toward the door behind them. Half-hidden in the dark, and their only apparent way out.

"Go, and don't look back." River speaks the soft order with an edge of insistence, "Don't worry. I'll meet you back, same spot as always."

[vellichorom]

EVEN IF I CAN’T RESPOND TO YOU ALL, I’LL TRY MY BEST TO REBLOG & SEE ALL OF YOUR ADDITIONS!

[aeide-thea]

extremely not a fan of online shopping for a few reasons, not least that dealing with returns in a timely fashion is stupidly hard when you have adhd, but unfortunately if you're specifically interested in merino it turns out a bunch of merino-focused brands are online-only... which is really pretty ironic considering that a significant part of what's driving my interest in merino is wanting an eco-friendlier alternative to plastics, and trucking packages back and forth really cuts into that eco-friendliness!

[canoncompliance]

@araneiid sent: [ rest ] sender lays their head on receiver's shoulder and falls asleep there - briar being tired from training or something and accidentally does so? or something like that skjfdgjk ► from this meme.

Despite the impromptu jumpstart into field work, Briar hasn't disappointed since saving Earth-90723 from destruction. Her experience with V-forces had been palpable enough that Miguel chose to personally over-see her training after (something that Jess had teased him for, which of course he'd ignored to the best of his ability), and today they'd just finished another bout of conditioning.

It's noble, he thinks, that she wants to go out there and stop portals from collapsing. As he helps her out of the simulation chamber-- it had tested her movements and skills while applying artificial V-force, similar to how astronauts are supposed to train before going into space-- he can't help the slight curve of his lips at the sight of Briar's face once the mask comes off. She'd done well today, and he tells her as much in a simple but awkward "nice work".

The happiness on her face after, he decides, had been worth the embarrassment.

Miguel takes Briar to the cafeteria after, hoping to get food and water into her after she'd pushed her body to its limits. Together, they sit with their trays, but as he mixes the cheese into his chili, a weight lands on his shoulder.

And he freezes, spoon mid-stir and everything.

Turning his head has him seeing Briar's closed eyes and comfortable expression as she leans against him. His mouth opens-- surely he ought to tell her this isn't the time for it-- but as he thinks about everything she'd endured, he concludes that waking her up wouldn't be worth it.

So Miguel shifts his spoon to his other hand, mixing with it instead while the side Briar leans against is as still as possible. In the hustle and bustle of Society HQ's cafeteria, no-one pays them any mind, and for the minutes that she's asleep, Miguel has never felt more ordinary. He's hyperaware of her well-being, of course, and he eats his chili con carne much slower than he's used to, but it all feels normal in a bizarre, human way.

There are worse things to be than sitting in the middle of a cafeteria while someone uses you as a pillow. Smiling faintly, Miguel's head dips some as he finishes his food, because in the end it's nice to know someone trusts him this much to begin with. For that, he can wait for Briar to wake up from her nap, whenever that might be.

[survivedsarchived]

i love to say i hate starter calls, then make one ... anyway ♡ here's a starter call for threads where our muses are scavenging together because it's just my favorite little trope. obviously this is geared towards my apocalypse muses but everyone has apocalypse verses (if not already established, i can & will throw one together real quick) so! anyone's fair game <3

[valorxdrive]

An undeniable constant was that legend and myth found themselves tucked deep in the durable scales and broad wings of dragons. They served as mighty beasts of vitality, the penultimate challenge for countless heroes to the arrogant hoarders of boundless treasures, the sublime shine being more than enough to annihilate all opposition who dared to trespass.

These peaks of vitality also served as a natural line that held vivaciously powerful Hearts. In short, the perfect meal for the chaotic hands of darkness to draw within it’s insatiable grip through it’s legions. Grim and dreary clouds festered upon the Land of Dragons, allowing violet rays of lightning to crackle and pierce through the heavens as the death throes of these great beasts, serving as a threatening sign that the Dark Realm was taking a more mercilessly approach of seizing this world’s heart.

Wire itself into the very life force of this land itself.

It was only natural that in turn that a certain band of Starseekers; keyblade wielders, would be the counter force that finds themselves endlessly attracted to lands threatened by destruction. Donning brave smiles, boundless experience, further coupled with the shining instruments that serve to strike a visceral rush of fear into the Heartless themselves, causing them to enact on deeper potential due to tightly wired instincts. The constant plucks and thrums of negative emotion resonating within their newly amassed group of Wyverns and Great Drakes would be the testament.

Sora and Phos’s trials never held the luxury of being simple. No, even with Xehanort’s departure to the beyond, the avatars of Darkness were eagerly working away to not just seal up this vacant seat of power, but to forge a greater force due to the destabilization that echoes akin to a festering wound within the Greater cosmos. Their time of travail amidst the frost kissed peaks of the mountain ranges would serve as a testament.

Not even a good ten minutes in and Sora finds himself stuck in a pesky gridlock.

Light found itself exuding and erupting with fiery brilliance from the keyblade, serving contrasting force against the sky born attack, a vicious pillar of sickly blue hellfire being erupted from the heartless drake’s lips, those soulless golden eyes holding no inch of emotion despite the roar escaping it. They keybearer found himself situated upon the rapidly melting bank of snow, the said ground cracking with frosty fissures as he found himself being forcefully pressed into a crater as the metric tons of force intended to scald and burn him all the way down to the mountain’s heart.

“This is..!” Strength flocks to his veins! Light burns within his eyes! “So.. Messed up!” His voice would roar in distaste, a sudden seizing of strength grasped within his heart, immediately bringing strength to limb and blade. A sudden slash of ice energy would be imbued into the weapon, a forceful swing immediately allowing him to slash through the beam of flame, diminishing this attack to pure steam as the Heartless finds itself knocked into a sudden spin, staggering for its stature.

Sora doesn’t miss a beat as he pivots upon his heel, ignoring the precipice of danger in order to reconvene with Phos at her center point of the chaos.. With the way things are going, they are going to need a plan as a crucial detail immediately comes to mind. He briefly catches a whip of her blonde hair amidst her nimble figure while she weaves seamlessly through her foes. After quickly springing into attack, dodging and counter slashing through a small volley of Wyvern’s, his voice is quick to call, recklessly leaving him less cognizant of the overwhelming shadow above.

��Phos! Careful about magic! Normal elements aren’t..!”

“!!”

A shrieking screech signifies the presence of danger as the space Sora occupied was quickly overtaken. The corrosive maw of the beast immediately slammed at his location, clearly working to bite down as surrounding space instantly caved him from the titanic force, leaving no visible view outside the towering walls of snow that briefly erupts alongside bedrock as the unstable ground shudders. Despite the stirring rush of pain, he’s hanging on strong, fixed between the beast’s teeth by enchanted shoes and the sparking resistance of the Kingdom Key keeping that mouth from slamming down.

So.. unexpectedly strong..!

@redfabled​

[beneaththedunes]

[ FAKE ]: the sender, in a situation where they're forced to kill the receiver, only pretends to kill the receiver and takes their "dead" body away.

[Ingvar, for your choice of muse? Feel like this one could be really interesting]

ㅤTHE TOWN ROARED WITH VICTORY, the fire stretched up to the sun. Or at least, close to Ingvar's knees. Exclamations of awe and triumphant taunts were hindered by arguments about Ingvar being some sort of guardian spirit — was his presence any better than the evil imp he had helped them burn ? — Was he perhaps a worse monster ?

What the folk thought was a dead elf in his fingers (from how far away they were on the ground), was Fiddigley in a scorched Christmas coat. Plump cheeks flushed red and disheveled hair bouncing with each of the giant's steps. The fire had only just burnt his hands, ash was on his skin, beside scrapes from wrestling best he could against the crowds.

With how quickly Ingvar could cover ground, the town's clamour was already quiet. Fiddigley shook himself out of his shock and stood, opening his mouth to the size of a watermelon.

❝ Put me DOWN ! ❞