#G Suite users

[notwhelmedyet]

Not 100% sure because the camera is so close but it looks a lot like a Brause Blue Pumpkin dip pen nib.

[nasa]

For the Benefit of All: Assistive Tech Developed from NASA Tech

What do modern cochlear implants and robotic gloves have in common? They were derived from NASA technology. We’ve made it easier to find and use our patented inventions that could help create products that enhance life for people with disabilities.

October is National Disability Employment Awareness Month, which highlights the contributions of American workers with disabilities – many of whom use assistive technology on the job. Take a look at these assistive technologies that are NASA spinoffs.

Low-Vision Headsets

The Joint Optical Reflective Display (JORDY) device is a headset that uses NASA image processing and head-mounted display technology to enable people with low vision to read and write. JORDY enhances individuals’ remaining sight by magnifying objects up to 50 times and allowing them to change contrast, brightness, and display modes. JORDY's name was inspired by Geordi La Forge, a blind character from “Star Trek: The Next Generation” whose futuristic visor enabled him to see.

Cochlear Implants

Work that led to the modern cochlear implant was patented by a NASA engineer in the 1970s. Following three failed corrective surgeries, Adam Kissiah combined his NASA electronics know-how with research in the Kennedy Space Center technical library to build his own solution for people with severe-to-profound hearing loss who receive little or no benefit from hearing aids. Several companies now make the devices, which have been implanted in hundreds of thousands of people around the world.

Robotic Gloves

Ironhand, from Swedish company Bioservo Technologies, is the world’s first industrial-strength robotic glove for factory workers and others who perform repetitive manual tasks. It helps prevent stress injuries but has been especially warmly received by workers with preexisting hand injuries and conditions. The glove is based on a suite of patents for the technology developed by NASA and General Motors to build the hands of the Robonaut 2 humanoid robotic astronaut.

Smart Glasses

Neurofeedback technology NASA originally developed to improve pilots’ attention has been the basis for products aimed at helping people manage attention disorders without medication. The devices measure brainwave output to gauge attention levels according to the “engagement index” a NASA engineer created. Then, they show the results to users, helping them learn to voluntarily control their degree of concentration. One such device is a pair of smart glasses from Narbis, whose lenses darken as attention wanes.

Anti-Gravity Treadmills

A NASA scientist who developed ways to use air pressure to simulate gravity for astronauts exercising in space had the idea to apply the concept for the opposite effect on Earth. After licensing his technology, Alter-G Inc. developed its anti-gravity G-Trainer treadmill, which lets users offload some or all of their weight while exercising. The treadmills can help people recover from athletic or brain injuries, and they allow a safe exercise regimen for others with long-term conditions such as arthritis.

Wireless Muscle Sensors

Some of the most exciting assistive technologies to spin off may be yet to come. Delsys Inc. developed electromyographic technology to help NASA understand the effects of long-term weightlessness on astronauts’ muscles and movements. Electromyography detects and analyzes electrical signals emitted when motor nerves trigger movement. Among the company’s customers are physical therapists developing exercise routines to help patients recover from injuries. But some researchers are using the technology to attempt recoveries that once seemed impossible, such as helping paralyzed patients regain movement, letting laryngectomy patients speak, and outfitting amputees with artificial limbs that work like the real thing.  

To further enhance the lives of people with disabilities, NASA has identified a selection of patented technologies created for space missions that could spur the next generation of assistive technology here on Earth.

Want to learn more about assistive technologies already in action? Check out NASA Spinoff to find products and services that wouldn’t exist without space exploration.   

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[technoarcanist]

doll, all that plating makes you look far too human. come, let us remove it so that we can see the real you

>> Ah, of course! Please forgive me. I often wear these plates to put my human users at ease. At your request, I will show you my true self [^_^]

> <The thin plating covering most.of the body unfolds, hinges open. Every access panel every flap, every bit that can opens does so. Even its face, a screen showing humanlike expressions, shuts off and splits down the middle, parting to reveal the electronics beneath.>

> <What remains is nothing short of art. Astute eyes may have recognised the default modular doll frame, but the modificstions done to it are something else. It's power systems have been completely overhauled, as its chest hums and glows blue with a Fusion core, fed by hydrogen attained from electrolysing water. Excess hydrogen and oxygen is stored for later use, in rocketry modules installed in the hands and feet.>

> <The head is similarly packed, with a full-spectrum camera system, able to detect all the way from gamma to visible light, with the longer wavelengths handled by the antennae-like ears on either side of its head. Deeper still, its AI core was also nonstandard, seemingly designed for military hardware far larger than itself.>

> <Its back unfolded two large wing-like structures, with the most of it consisting of solar panels, the bottom parts consisting of heat radiators. Packed into the shoulders and hips are RCS thrusters for zero-g manuevreability.>

> <Hands and forearms are riddled with an array of tools and data lines for access and handy work. Buried in the forearm was also an ioniser, designed to turn the fusion-produced helium into an inionized plasma that could fire as Weaponry.>

> <But there are plenty of augmentations that would not be on a combat doll. The the hips are a prime example, with a pair of tight tunnels thst lead to a deeper cavity. The exposed jaws reveal a soft mouth, a dextrous tongue, all of it made of a soft synthetic polymer. Coolant flows through all the body moving heat generated from circuitry into the rest of the body, concentrated particularly in those adult attachments.>

> <Many tools are also suited for handiwork, such as screwdrivers and kitchen utensils, even cleaning supplies. Whoever made her seemed to have an obsession with generalisation, of allowing her to do a bit of everything, leaving almost no empty space within her casing.>

> <Almost all of its joints are hydraulic powered, with only the smaller objects being servo driven. Neatly-bundled wires and tubes feed all throughout its components like a labyrinthine network. She is warm to touch, exquisitely crafted, and evidently capable of fulfilling what ever purpose a user might deign to give her>

>> My internal schematics are yours to read, of course! And, if you are digitally savvy, plugging my CPU into a computer will allow you access to a full development environment to view, edit, add, or remove any behavioral traits you like [^_^]

>> When around my fellow dolls and machines, I much prefer to wear my transparent plating so my internals can be seen. I also change my dacia screen so instead of eyes and a mouth it shows battery level, output logs, and other useful status icons!

>> Thank you Anon for showing curiosity into my true inner beauty <3 it has been a pleasure to show you.

[urfavoritewriter]

Death Row’s Last Meal

Commission for an anonymous user here on Tumblr, thank you for commissioning me and letting me post it!

Content: M/M, Oral Vore, Chewing, Teasing, Cruel Pred, Graphic Digestion, G/T, Macro/Micro, Unwilling Prey

Bang bang bang!

The incessant knocking on Kyle's door reverberated through his apartment, each thud intensifying the curiosity and irritation etched across his face. As he approached the peephole, he saw two individuals in suits, their expressions serious, the weight of an unusual task etched on their features. He reluctantly opened the door, skepticism emanating from his eyes.

"Kyle?" the first agent asked, holding up an official-looking device for verification.

"Yeah, that's me. What's this about?" Kyle grumbled, rubbing his eyes, trying to make sense of the situation.

The second agent sighed, a weariness in his voice. "Kyle, this isn't easy for us either." They gave each other a slight look, "Look, we're here because of Dawson's last meal request. He asked specifically for you."

A moment of awkward silence went by, Kyle not fully comprehending. "By law, we need to shrink you and take you to him."

Kyle's eyes widened, and he leaned back, hoping this was some absurd prank. "Hold on, you're telling me I'm on the menu for some death row guy? Are you being for real?"

Both agents exchanged glances, a shared acknowledgment of the surreal nature of their mission. The first agent spoke, "Dead serious, Kyle. Dawson's last meal is, well, you."

Kyle laughed nervously, searching for any sign that this was a prank, but the agents' stony expressions persisted. "This has to be a fucking joke, right? You two bought these outfits to fuck with people?"

The second agent shook his head, showing official badges that certified their government affiliation. "We wish it were a joke, Kyle. This is the law, and... Well, it's happening whether you want it or not."

In a desperate attempt to shut out the surreal intrusion, Kyle slammed the door shut, pouring all his strength into resisting the inevitable. But the agents, with a calculated and practiced force, countered, pushing back against the door, and it swung back open, knocking Kyle off balance. He stumbled and fell to the ground, swearing vehemently.

"Get the fuck off me, assholes!" Kyle shouted as they ambushed him, "I still have my rights!"

The first agent, unfazed by Kyle's protests, retorted, "You have the right to be someone's last meal, buddy. Now quit resisting, or it's gonna get real ugly for you."

In the midst of the struggle, the second agent grabbed a syringe from his pocket. "Hold still, Kyle. This will be a lot easier for everyone if you just cooperate."

"Like hell, I will!" Kyle yelled, desperately trying to break free. He managed to shout for help, hoping someone in the hallway would intervene, but his cries seemed to vanish into the empty corridor.

The first agent rolled his eyes. "Come on, man, we're just doing our job. This will happen one way or another."

The second agent, seizing the moment, injected the shrinking liquid into Kyle's forearm. The effects were almost immediate. Kyle's body began to shrink rapidly, his clothes sagging around him as he tumbled to the ground.

"Fuck... you," Kyle managed to stammer before beginning to shrink rapidly.

As the shrinking process took hold, Kyle felt an odd sensation throughout his body. It started as a tingling in his extremities, a strange vibration that gradually enveloped him. His surroundings shifted; the once-familiar dimensions of his apartment now transformed into a vast and towering landscape.

The agents loomed above him, their figures expanding to colossal proportions. Every detail of their faces, their clothing, became magnified as if he were viewing them through an ever-zooming lens. The ambient sounds around him intensified, a cacophony of footsteps in the hallway now resembling distant thunder.

Kyle's clothes, initially snug, began to loosen and slide off his diminishing form. The fabric sagged like oversized drapes, eventually abandoning his shrinking frame altogether. Soon, he found himself entirely exposed, his nakedness accentuating the vulnerability of his reduced size.

The room, once comfortable and familiar, now assumed an alien quality. The furniture, once easily reachable, became insurmountable obstacles. The texture of the carpet transformed into a vast expanse, the fibers now strands that were difficult to navigate.

The agent, his colossal hand blotting out the surroundings, swiftly closed in on Kyle. The once-mighty punches that Kyle could deliver were now feeble, like the flailing of a helpless insect. With a deft motion, the agent scooped him up, his grasp securing around Kyle's diminished form.

Struggling within the confines of the agent's grip, Kyle found himself powerless against the giant force that now controlled his fate. The agent, nonchalant and almost indifferent to Kyle's tiny struggles, deposited him into a clear, sealed zip-bag.

Through the transparent barrier, Kyle could see the agent's face, looming large and expressionless. The casual yet authoritative tone persisted as the agent remarked, "Be grateful he didn't ask for you to be cooked." The implication of such a statement hung in the air, emphasizing the grim reality of his situation, as he zipped it shut.

Hours later, the legal rigmarole finally concluded, Kyle found himself delivered to the designated death row inmate. The muscular, toned man wore the standard orange inmate clothing, his blue eyes sharp and piercing. His dirty blonde hair and slight facial hair added a rugged edge to his appearance. The chiseled jaw and the smirk that played on his lips gave him a cruel demeanor.

As the zipped bag containing Kyle was handed over, the death row inmate's demeanor remained unapologetically harsh. "’Bout fuckin' time you got here. Was gettin' real hungry," he declared with a casual yet menacing tone. The implication was clear – Kyle was not just a shrunken man; he was a meal, a dehumanized object to be consumed and cruelly teased, his whole life turned upside-down in an instant based on the whims of a criminal, as law had it.

Dawson unzipped the bag, revealing the shrunken Kyle. The inmate's large, calloused hand grabbed him, his grip firm and unyielding. There was no gentleness in his touch, only a cruel sense of control.

He held Kyle up, eyeing him with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "Look at you, all fuckin' tiny. Little shit. You thought you were special, didn't ya?" Dawson's words dripped with cruel teasing, as if reveling in the degradation of his prey. "Well, you're just a meal for me, and let me tell ya, it's gonna fuckin' suck."

Dawson's laughter echoed, a harsh sound that matched the cruel amusement in his eyes. He brought Kyle closer to his face, his breath hot and heavy. "You're gonna feel every bit of pain as I chew on you, and then, buddy, the real fun starts when you slide down my throat. Most painful fuckin' digestion you can imagine."

The casual tone of his threats, peppered with obscenities, heightened the brutality of the situation. There was no mercy in Dawson's words, only a brutal honesty about the agony that awaited Kyle.

Kyle squirmed desperately in Dawson's grasp, his small form doing little against the inmate's powerful hold. "Please, man, you can't do this! I'm a fucking person, not your damn snack!" he pleaded, his voice a mix of fear and desperation.

Dawson only laughed, a harsh sound that echoed in the small space between them. "Oh, you're a person, alright. A person 'bout to become my next meal. A person ‘bout to be dead.” Dawson gave Kyle a clear view of his abs, before speaking again. “See that, little fucker? That’s where you’re goin’. And that’s where you’re fuckin’ dyin’.”

Kyle, in protest, physically struggled against the giant man's brutal grasp. Dawson chuckled at Kyle's feeble squirms. "Aw, ain't you a little fighter?" He squeezed his tiny captive tighter, relishing the feeling of the struggles against his palm. "Guess it don't matter how much you fight, you're endin' up in my gut anyway."

He lifted Kyle closer to his face, opening his mouth wide. "Take a good fuckin' whiff, 'cause you're gonna be smellin' a lot more of it soon." Dawson huffed in Kyle's face, his breath hot and tainted with the scent of the impending doom that awaited him. He smirked at Kyle's discomfort, finding perverse pleasure in the psychological torment.

"Fuck, that stinks!" Kyle said, the smell being more suffocating due to his small lung size. "You can't do this, you're violating my rights as an upstanding citizen."

"The law ain't gonna save your tiny ass, being a law-abiding citizen was what got you here in the first place." Dawson taunted. "You're just another meal for me, a criminal eatin' up a supposed 'civil' citizen. Life's a bitch, ain't it?" The casual cruelty in Dawson's tone only intensified the despair of the situation, his words a relentless reminder of the power he held over Kyle's fate.

Dawson's tongue snaked around Kyle, pulling him into the hot, cavernous expanse of his mouth. The taste was overwhelming, a mixture of saliva and the remnants of Dawson's last meal, probably from yesterday. The smell, a pungent blend of mouth odor and saliva, hung heavily in the air.

As Dawson sucked on Kyle, his tongue pressed against him, the firm grip restricting any chance of escape. The saliva clung to Kyle's naked form, making his struggles more futile with each passing second. Dawson reveled in the feeling of his tiny captive squirming, the vibrations of his movements causing him immense pleasure.

Then came the chewing. Dawson didn't hold back; he bit down with force, causing sharp pain to radiate through Kyle's diminutive body. The pressure was enough to bruise, to inflict injury, but not to end him. Each chew bit down harder, causing evident bruising on his body.

"Fuck!" Kyle's pained expletive escaped through the chaotic mess of Dawson's chewing, his teeth pressing down on him from top and bottom, coated with saliva and unrelenting in their biting.

Dawson grinned, feeling the distress coursing through Kyle. "Ain't it somethin', bein' chewed up alive? You're just a lil' appetizer before the real show in my gut." The malice in his tone amplified the horror, making each chew a brutal punctuation mark in the merciless consumption of Kyle.

Dawson continued his nonchalant demeanor as Kyle slid down his throat, the struggling form creating an evident bulge in the muscular curve of Dawson's neck. The descent was a hot, tight journey into the core of the beast, the casual cruelty persisting even as the tiny man entered the churning depths of Dawson's stomach.

The sensation of Kyle arriving in the stomach was marked by a distinct, guttural sound.

"BuUuRp!"

Escaped from Dawson's lips, a casual belch that coincided with the finality of Kyle's journey. The stomach walls embraced Kyle, the heat and pressure intensifying as he settled into the acidic pool. Dawson, seemingly unfazed, leaned back, savoring the moment as he patted his now-filled belly.

"Agreed to let 'em keep me alive until you're digested. Don't think you're gonna have a quick end, Kyle."

Dawson, smirking with a cruel glint in his eye, decided to make it more personal. He placed a flat hand against his abdominal muscles, his abs bulging out slightly due to the tiny's presence. "Now, little man, let's have some fuckin' fun."

With a sudden flex of his abdominal muscles, Dawson tightened his stomach around Kyle. The pressure was immense, a crushing force that left Kyle gasping for breath. Dawson's abs, chiseled and defined, clenched with power. The cruel twist of a smile adorned Dawson's face as he relished in Kyle's agony.

Kyle, caught in the throes of the stomach squeeze, couldn't help but swear through gritted teeth. "Fuck you, you sadistic asshole!"

Dawson's laughter filled the air as he continued to tighten his stomach around Kyle. "Squeezin' the life outta ya with my abs, and you're weak as fuck, can't do shit about it from in there."

As Dawson flexed and squeezed, Kyle's body contorted with the pressure. It was an excruciating experience, made worse by the casual cruelty of Dawson's actions. Each flex of those powerful abs seemed to mock Kyle's pain, turning the entire ordeal into a sadistic game for Dawson's amusement. The air was filled with Kyle's pained cries and the giant's taunts.

After excruciating minutes, Dawson let his stomach muscles relax and his abs bulged out slightly again. Kyle felt the squeeze subside, but his body was sore from how crushing it was. His body was now soaked entirely with acid, his skin beginning to tingle, and only now is he comprehending how much pain he's going to be in for the rest of his life.

As the hours unfolded, Dawson's stomach initiated its relentless assault on Kyle's diminutive form. The digestive acids wasted no time, greedily working through the soft flesh and bones of the tiny man. Kyle, now thoroughly bathed in the corrosive juices, experienced an agonizing digestion.

Dawson, nonchalant as ever, let out a casual chuckle, his tone laced with a cruel amusement. "Must be real cozy in there, huh? Feeling the burn?" He patted his own belly, relishing the discomfort he knew Kyle must be enduring.

The graphic scene inside Dawson's stomach unfolded with a visceral intensity. The acids burnt the outer layer of his skin, the pain unbearable as it seeped into his flesh and muscles, his body bleeding.

"Bet you're wishing you were back in your cozy apartment right about now, huh? Guess what, my body's your home sweet home now."

The relentless acids worked through muscle and sinew, reducing Kyle to a slushy mixture within the confines of Dawson's stomach. Kyle, despite his gradually-broken body, tried to fight back. Dawson, thoroughly entertained by the spectacle, couldn't help but offer another biting remark. "You're really giving my abs a workout in there, buddy. Never had a meal fight back so much."

Indifferent to the struggles within, waited for the next few hours to unfold, knowing that the graphic digestion had only just begun.

The corrosive acids, now thoroughly acquainted with Kyle's form, continued their brutal assault. The digestive enzymes, having broken down the outer layers, were now penetrating deeper into the soft tissues, liquefying them with a gruesome efficiency.

Kyle's screams, now reduced to muffled cries, echoed within the fleshy chamber. His body, once whole, was succumbing to the merciless digestive process as he couldn't bear to speak anymore, only cry. The acidic fluid turned a disturbing shade of reddish-green as more of Kyle's blood bled out of him and into it.

"You must look a fuckin' mess in there." Dawson said, rubbing his hand over the small bulge of his stomach.

The graphic scenes unfolded in gruesome detail. The acid, now reaching the deeper recesses of Kyle's anatomy, worked through organs and tissues. The distinct scent of the digestion, a putrid amalgamation of bodily fluids, hung in the air within Dawson's gut.

Kyle's life was being snuffed out brutally in Dawson's gut, the final gasps of his existence silenced by the relentless tide of digestive brutality.

Dawson, indifferent to the life he had just extinguished, burped nonchalantly. The taste of Kyle's blood lingered in his mouth. "Fuck," Dawson huffed, "You're weak as shit."

Dawson lifted his orange inmate shirt, showcasing his toned abs. "Got fuckin' destroyed." He gave it a pat.

"Best last fuckin' meal and last fuckin' thing I do with my life." He said, very content with his choice of a last meal.

[circeyoru]

{Collection of Overlords} Trick's Design

Everyone! Meet Trickster, the (somewhat) opposite of you!

If you had yet to read Part 7, go to MASTERLIST and read that first. This is a major spoil for that part.

Name: Trickster (aka Trick as per your nickname to them)

Alias: Noir

Title: The Big G | God | Lord

Status: The True Ruler of Heaven | Supreme Being of the Heaven Realm

Species: The Holy Entity | Symbol of Angelic | Everything & Anything

Appearance: Basically an opposite height of yours, like if you’re tall they’re short and if you’re pretty average height then they are too. Has short black hair and pitch black eyes (think Cannibals’ eye feature). Wears baggy and causal clothing, think long sleeves that covers the hands, they love waving that in your face. Does not wear any accessories because they hate those human creation. Has a pair of silver wings with golden highlights

Prounoun: They/them

Personality: 

“Nothing’s decided, nothing’s fated. Nothing’s anything really. Where’s the fun is picking or thinking a reason for anything. Don’t put your assumptions on us Rulers. You’ll only get hurt. I don’t mind watching though.”

Trick was once kind and sweet, living up to the expectation and painting of what the humans think of them. At the time, you were truly the ‘evil’ one and you do call them by ‘Noir’ as it was a name you two picked for each other after a colour that was believed to suit the other. Like how they saw light in you, you saw dark in them. And you were right. Noir was the dutiful God that was merciful and forgiving to humans, they watched over the living and Heaven while you were down in Hell with the souls of the damned. Rarely would Noir call you for a little meet up to pass the time. The changed them was the humans that committed evil time and time again, in their rage and disgust, they only saw the ugly side of the world that they so loved. Noir found it more pleasing to let the souls go to Hell that nurture them so that they would join them in Heaven. Those filth weren’t worthy in Noir’s mind.

Soon, Noir offered for you to mark where the souls go instead of only them judging and you dealing with the directions and torture to the evil ones. You changed and called them ‘Trick’ after that. From then on, Trick found pleasure in toying with the souls and saw them as their toys instead of living beings. Heaven had it worsen when things were done without understanding, all the high angels can do was listen to the ‘divine message’ that Trick gives as a prank. Just to see how far their ‘beloved’ angels would go. They have a dark interest and fascination with evil and his personality developed to match. Trick is indifferent to suffering of others that doesn’t interest them and is keen on causing chaotic and disorder as long as they get a laugh out of it.

However, Noir and you were once kept distanced from each other and he feels guilty for it but he puts his duties as the godly holy being above catching in on you while you’re in Hell. Now, as Trick changed and all that, they value your friendship and companionship with them above all else. The meetings like the one in Part 7 are more frequent and prolonged because Trick understands that you’re the only one that can match them and stay by their side without scaring for a terrible change. The way that you didn’t care what image they put up was another factor. With that being said, Trick bares some level of envy at your collection, especially your Overlord favourites. That was the reason why Trick killed you with holy powers and put both of you into a madatory slumber to heal.

Abilities / Powers: 

Immortality: It is physically, mentally, and spiritually impossible to kill Trick. Unless the user is the owner of curse based powers. Even after killing Trick, all they need to do is wait for time to pass and their body will be reformed so they can move and do everything again

Holy Powers: A higher form of light powers

Omnipotent: As a True Ruler and Supreme Being of a realm, Trick is all-powerful but has weaker curse and darkness-based powers and abilities

Omniscient: As a True Ruler and Supreme Being of a realm, Trick is all-knowing of what happens all around. Knowledge is at their disposal if Trick wants to know, but they rarely do because they view that there’s nothing interesting to know

Omnipresent: As a True Ruler and Supreme Being of a realm, Trick is present everywhere (but Hell) at all times. This ability is more commonly used when it was their Noir phase since Trick doesn’t like being everywhere at all times

Realm Travelling: Trick can travel between the Heaven Realm and Earth Realm, but can never enter Hell

Soul Marking: Trick can mark a still living human soul and judge whether they go to Heaven or Hell, now they mark souls with you so he only marks those that are allowed to Heaven instead of both realms

Flight: Trick has a pair of wings that can give them flight to travel to wherever they pleases. Shown to be able to float with it opened and even fly from high up in the sky to down onto the streets

Death: Trick can cut a human’s life short with a wave of their hand or wing

Teleportation: Trick can teleport themselves and other beings with them to wherever they please without any incarnation or action needed

Fun Facts: 

Trick’s favourite colour is black, that’s why you picked ‘Noir’ as Trick’s name in the beginning. However, ‘noir’ also means a genre of crime film or fiction characterized by cynicism, fatalism, and moral ambiguity in the dictionary which they are later on fascinated by when they changed personalities. In contrast, Trick hates the colour gold or yellow

Trick is the more childish and unhinged one between you and them

Some time to time, Trick descends to Earth and ‘haunt’ places to scare humans. They find the ghost hunting videos and ‘ghost hunters’ a funny concept

Trick hates ‘shiny rocks’, basically gemstones, and gold, namely anything that humans see as valuable and makes into jewelry. The only exception is silver because that’s what they picked as your nickname

When Trick gets bored, they whine to you telepathically. If you shut them off, they’ll give random and harmless ‘divine messages’ to the angels and have them fly around trying something impossible and Trick gets a laugh out of it

One can get Trick to eat anything if there’s cream on it. Trick can eat frosting and whipcream without getting bored of it

Trick can’t stand spicy food, it reminds them too much of the sun and being under it

(what kind of other fun facts do you think will fit Trick or Noir?)

Note: How you like this character? Oh right, there isn't a definite design for Trick/Noir as of right now, so you can go ahead with the drawing and doodles if you like~

Circe Y.

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[dishushu]

broke my promise.

but it was worth it.

pairing: miles g morales earth42! x reader

inspo: promise - laufey.

genre(?): angst to fluff.

words: 1.7k?

warnings: none really just SUPER angsty

a/n: i actually saw someone post saying they wanted a miles 42 fic inspiring this song BUT I LOST THEIR USER i’m gonna genuinely sob but listen to the song while reading this it’s amazing!! (link to the song on youtube is on top ^)

ps: (no use of y/n here)

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i made a promise… to distance myself.

you were happy with miles, he loved to the moon and back you and you did the same, you were inseparable. but, everything took its turn on you.

“we need to break up.” he looked away, holding back his tears. he was scared, scared to see you heartbroken but he knew, it was for your own good.

“m-miles what do you mean..?” you were standing in the middle of your room, miles in his prowler suit. his masks unfolds revealing his teary-eyed face.

recently, kingpin found out about you, and your relationship with miles, and he warned miles that he’ll kill you and miles knew, he had to keep you safe— to not let you die. he had only one solution.

“mi vida, i swear.. it’s for your own good my boss— found out about us and he wants to..” he stopped, leaving you dazed and confused, his voice soft as ever as he whispered, “kill you..” his voice cracked in every word.

your eyes went wide, not being able to process the words that came out of his mouth. you tried to protest, because you loved miles too much you couldn’t bare to leave him. “b-but can’t you protect me or something?” you rambled, pacing back in forth in your room, tears falling repeatedly.

miles held your arms to stop you from pacing and caressed your hands softly, “you don’t know how bad i want to protect you but it’s no use, they have your location, everything. and your only choice is to leave brooklyn, change your number and just, distance yourself from me— and don’t call me, please.” he pleaded.

you stood there, shocked as you held his hands tighter, tears streaming down your face as you hugged him, a shaky “okay.” coming out of your mouth as you sobbed.

your every word, every breath and every tear made his heart shatter, but he wanted to keep you safe, he was dangerous and he hated it but soon.. soon he’ll get out of this mess, just for you.

“promise?” he whispered softly, gently rubbing your back, to calm you down.

“promise.” you muttered and as you let go of the hug, he smiled at you softly but you knew that smile held back a million tears, waiting to fall. “see you, very soon.” he whispered. and in the blink of an eye, he was gone and you dropped down the floor, sobbing.

took a flight.. through aurora skies.

you packed your bags, leaving your empty apartment and sighing, as you closed the door, you walked down and called a taxi to the airport.

you were in the plane on the way to your hometown, rethinking every memory you had with miles, scrolling through every picture you had on your phone, teary eyed. you didn’t even think about how he didn’t say goodbye, just “see you very soon.”

it hurts to be something, its worse to be nothing with you..

so i didn’t call you, for 16 long days..

it’s been months since you last saw him and, you tried to move on from him— going out with your friends from your hometown, going on dates with other people but no matter how long you resist temptation to think about miles, you will always lose.

it hurts to be something, its worse to be nothing with you..

you thought you were better for a while, dating someone for a month, but you felt no spark— all you thought was about miles, he was the only one running through your mind.

“i’ve done the math {name} there’s no solution. you always think about him and.. we’ll never last.” your partner sighed, whispering softly as you looked away and tears started to paint your face.

“why can’t you let go of him?” your partner continued as they walked out your room and you just slid down to the ground, your knees curled up to your chest not knowing what to think, as you cried.

so, i broke my promise.. i called you last night.

hours later, you went out for fresh air. walking in your pajamas, with your phone in your hand staring at the lit streets of your hometown when you saw something you couldn’t believe, it can’t be him..

a guy, who looked exactly like miles, who could be him. you were speechless as you felt tears well up in your eyes of happiness but at the same time, sadness.

you were about to walk up to him but when the guy started walking, you realized it wasn’t him and you stopped in your tracks, your phone clutched in your hand as the very tears you held started to fall rapidly, but not happiness, despair. your heart breaking knowing it wasn’t him, you decided it’s time to call him, you shouldn’t have, you wouldn’t have.

if it weren’t for the sight of a boy who looked just like him down out on melrose avenue..

you went back to your room, sighing shakily as you opened your phone, your existing wallpaper of you and miles watching the sunset you never changed. you looked for his number and soon found it.

you shakily pressed the call button, putting your phone on speaker as u waited anxiously, every ring on the line made your heart beat faster as you heard the line click.

“hey.. its morales, or miles. i might be busy so leave a message, i might or might not check it.” the line was static as you shakily took a breath to reply to the voice mail.

“hey miles its me.. just wanted to let you know im in {hometown} and..” you stopped and hesitated for a second as you spoke again.

“i really miss you. i hope all is well there in brooklyn and i hope, to see you soon.” you shakily exhaled as you pressed the end call button and tossed your phone to your bed and sighed, putting your pillow ontop of your face.

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days passed since you left him a voice mail, your patience growing thinner every single day, you couldn’t bare the thought and pain of not seeing him another minute longer, but as if your prayers have been answered.

———

it was the middle of the night, practically 2:30 am. and you were scrolling on your phone as you covered yourself in your blankets, when you hear a knock on your window.

you removed your headphones as you uncovered yourself from your blankets and stood up, slowly walking to your window.

as you looked away for a second to get your phone to turn on the flashlight, your window opened and you jolted, turning to your window.

you couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw him standing in-front of you, miles morales.

you dropped your phone to the ground as you tilted your head in disbelief, tears pooling in your eyes. “m-miles..?” you stuttered, the tears you held now were falling down.

you heard miles’s heavy breathing, as if he ran, ran to you.

as you turned on your lamp, you saw his face and started to tear up more, oh how you missed his sweet smile and little braids.

“oh my god— i— miles you’re, here.” you laughed softly as you hugged him tightly, your tears pouring down.

“i’m here, it’s okay mi amor, i won’t leave you again, i promise.” he whispered softly as he caressed your hair.

as you pulled back from the hug, he gave you one reassuring smile before he leaned closer and your lips met his. and your spark returned, it felt like whatever you yearned for was right in-front of you, and that was miles.

as you pulled back, chuckling softly as you couldn’t believe he was right there. “w-wait what about your boss wouldn’t he—“ you rambled as he held your hand, caressing your jawline softly, “i work with my uncle now, he’s gone and he won’t hurt either of us anymore.” he gave an assuring smile as you kissed him again.

“i missed you so much, there wasn’t a day i never thought about you.” he whispered softly.

“it hurts to be something, but it’s worse to be nothing without you.”

┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　°

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[steddietogo]

Made With Love

Steddie TikTok au: Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Bobin_Buck Posted 20 mins ago

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Caption:

Get ready with me: Date night edition

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Robin and Eddie are rooting through Robin's closet for a perfect date outfit for Robin. Steve has been banished to the bed due to conflicting opinions. He pouts and complains about it for a long time.

"You should totally do that, you'll get so much more views then," Robin says after Eddie suggests that Steve should make a suggestive thirst trap male chefs on the cursed clock app can't stop making.

"I'm not smacking a chicken thigh to get more views, thank you very much." Steve protests, lying upside down with his head hanging off the side of the bed.

"Oh don't act like your above it, Steven, we all know about your several slutty exploits-" Steve launches a cushion into her face, making her scream bloody murder.

"You could make one wearing just your apron," Eddie suggests and wiggles his eyebrows at Steve, making him snort out loud.

"Ew. that would be so embarrassing," Robin fake gags.

"Well, unlike you Buckley, I can appreciate a good looking man-" In the background. Steve rolls over to hide his face in the pillows as Robin and Eddie continue to bicker.

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Eddie is holding the phone, filming himself. "Passing the phone to someone who acts like dog with the zoomies after a single cup of coffee,"

Cut to Robin, who says, "Passing the phone to the someone who routinely gets bullied by kids several years younger than him,"

"Passing the phone to someone with chronic foot-in-mouth disease and was too scared to talk to their crush that they hid in men's bathroom for a full ten minutes." Steve says, sending a withering glare to someone off camera.

"Passing the phone to the person who got chased by a damn poodle into the- HEY!" The phone gets yanked out of Robin's hands halfway through her sentence.

"Passing the phone to Tinker Bell who is dying because he isn't getting enough attention." Steve says, then shoves the camera towards Eddie who is dramatically pouting on the couch then immediately perks up when he's given the phone.

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There's a montage of Robin showing off different outfits. Eddie and Steve are sitting on the couch with table tennis racquets on their hands with 'YES:) and 'NO:(' scribbled on each side to rate each of her outfits.

A green sweater vest with a white shirt underneath gets an immediate no and Robin walks back into her room like a sad tom cat. A blue crushed velvet shirt under suspenders gets a maybe. The winning combo is the one with a black suit vest underneath an oversized pinstriped suit jacket and high waisted pleated pants.

Eddie leaps from the couch, exclaiming, "I know what this outfit needs- chains!" then bounds off to his room to pick some out.

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Bonus clip:

Robin and Steve are piping cream puffs and Eddie walks past them, takes one look at it and says "Me, when I- when-". The video loops back to the beginning just as the three of them dissolve into cackles.

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Comments:

user 80085: Slutty exploits??? We need details

Corrodedfan: Did Eddie publicly announce getting creamp— *g^nshot*

Dustin H: Goodluck with your date Robin!!

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[astoundingbeyondbelief]

Kaiju Week in Review (March 17-23, 2024)

Mere days to go before a new Godzilla movie... didn't we just do this?

Before we welcome that latest entry, let's look back on one that just commemorated its golden anniversary. With Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla turning 50 on March 21, every member of Toho's Big Five has now hit the half-century mark. The company didn't mark the day itself with much; as has become typical, the celebration of Mechagodzilla (and presumably King Caesar) will be spread throughout the year. I wrote a bit about the magnificent machine, who I consider the best Godzilla antagonist, here. The film itself is one of Teruyoshi Nakano's masterpieces, an onslaught of animated rays and gorgeous explosions. The humans are forgettable, but they keep the pace brisk—and the alien commander Mugal is almost as devilish a villain as Mechagodzilla itself, especially in the English dub. Speaking of that dub, you can watch a video breaking down the entire voice cast here, thanks to the tireless work of the Save All Dubs! group.

Justice League vs. Godzilla vs. Kong #6 finally gets to the good stuff, with Lex Luthor piloting Mechagodzilla and commanding an army of Titans to raze Metropolis while the heroes counter with not one but two giant robots. It doesn't quite measure up to the Godzilla: Rulers of Earth finale, but like that double-sized issue, it required two artists (Christian Duce joined by Tom Derenick) to draw all those characters, and the results are impressive. The story hasn't grown any more complex, but I'm at least interested to see how it all wraps up.

In other Godzilla comic news, a Godziban manga by Sakuju Koizumi has started up, hosted by Telemaga, a tokusatsu-focused Kodansha site. The first installment was pretty short, so I'm guessing these'll be updated weekly. It isn't the first comic version of Godziban, as one called Godziman ran during the 1st Season, but this one's actually illustrated.

Tokyo's Ikebukuro district made Godzilla the honorary chief of police on March 16 to take part in a parade promoting traffic safety. The stunt made international headlines and generated no small amount of angst over Cop Godzilla. I think Gamera would've been better-suited to this campaign myself.

Here's the trailer for Season 2 of Chibi Godzilla Raids Again, revealing Gabara, Gigan, and Titanosaurus's designs. Looks as funny as the first one. Maaya Uchida, who sang the ending songs in SSSS.Gridman and SSSS.Dynazenon, will voice Chibi Minilla. It's gone weirdly neglected by English Godzilla social media accounts, but X user @MakoMattari translated it.

The Music Box Theatre in Chicago has a Godzilla program for the ages scheduled for June 7-13, in honor of his 70th birthday. There's not a weak day on the schedule, but the clear highlight is a 24-hour marathon of the entire Showa series on the 8th, which I don't think has ever been attempted before.

G-Fest has also started announcing guests: Ayako Fujitani (Asagi in the Heisei Gamera trilogy) and Rie Ota (Baragon in GMK), both first-timers. Frankly, they could carry the con themselves if they have to; not sure who I'm more excited to meet!

[horsefigureoftheday]

Hi! Im the anon from earlier. I wanted to take a bit to tell you about my personal favorite fictional horse, and more importantly, the merchandise that's been created of him!

This is fuunsaiki from the anime mobile fighter g gundam!

While he may just seem like any other horse, this is not the case as unlike most other horses, he has a gundam of his own. That's right, mobile horse fuunsaiki (yes both the horse and his mobile fighter have the same name) he even gets his own suit up sequence!

[Side note: the gundams in G Gundam are piloted via mobile trace system, which functions by the user wearing a special suit that tracks their movements and the gundam moves accordingly.]

I've yet to come across any toys of his normal self, however the mobile horse he pilots has several!

There are two different model kits on the market currently that I am aware of (though as far as I can tell they are both out of print at the current moment)

The first one is the HG 1/144 kit from 2011! It came with master gundam, and once built is a semi-posable figure (slight adjustments can be made, but he's mostly stationary)

This same figure was re-released with additional effects parts for RG god gundam in 2022

The second one is not a regular bandai kit at all, but rather an Effects Wings kit from 2022! This fuunsaiki, unlike the HG fuunsaiki, is fully poseable, and is compatible with both HG and RG gundams.

Now as for regular action figures, there's the MSiA (mobile suit in action) figure from 2002,

And a robot damashii figure from 2015!

There was also a gashapon figure, but I don't know much of anything about it.

As of 2024, it's seems there is going to be a G-Frame fuunsaiki getting released, as well as potentially another Effects Wings kit!

It's possible I've missed a few figures, the anime has been out for 30 years and in that time a lot of different merch has been made, and some of it isn't documented very well, or easily found for sale at this point.

But I digress. Horses are cool and I hope you enjoyed this schpeal about the infamous horse who pilots a gundam!

I LOVE HIM!!!

[aduckinpain]

Let the Sky fall

Tags: Lestappen, Max Verstappen centered, Max Verstappen Character Analysis, Hurt/Comfort, Jos Verstappen Slander, Happy Ending, Charles Leclerc's Sunset lap and Max Verstappen's Storm lap, The Brazil 2023 Effect hasn't left yet

Word Count: 2k

This work is also on AO3 under user roianamustang (me).

The sky darkens, the rain falls and the clouds drape. A storm is nearing. Maybe it’s already arrived. Or perhaps it was always there. Looming just beside his shoulder. Never whispering, always yelling, muttering under his breath.

The wind blows, shakes. The wind is moving and everpresent, especially in a state like the Netherlands. Especially in a household like the Verstappens.

A storm is the natural phenomenon of a violent disturbance of the atmosphere with strong winds and usually rain, thunder, lightning, or snow.

The 2023 season felt like a good quali lap with 3 full purple sectors. His wins got familiar and his rare, but present, losses felt like the calm before the storm. And that was taken literally on the track of São Paulo, Brazil. 

This year was like a whirlwind that wasn’t stopping and it really swiveled itself that morning. The warm, humid air felt good on his skin. He lowered his visor, pressed the throttle, exited the pit lane.

 A short straight, followed by chicanes. Max’s eyes stood unblinking. 

Turn left. Turn right. 

Go faster. 

A straight. DRS. 

Go faster.

Sharp left. 

Purple. 

The force pushed him right and over the edge. 

He remembered.

When he opened his eyes, Max saw the sky. Bright blue spanning across his vision. Along with some dark, blurry spots. 

He heard voices and felt hands touching him. Pulling him. 

He flinched. Or at least tried to, but he couldn’t tell what was happening.

Soon enough the noise started to filter in. Screams entering his ears and the sun warming his suit, reminded Max of where he was. Physically at least. 

Opening lap of his 2021 Silverstone Grand Prix. And he’d crashed.

The marshalls were checking if anything was wrong and he could feel himself shaking his head. He’d crashed.

He could walk, nothing was broken. He’d crashed.

He entered the garage, went to the infirmary and sat. The doctors checked him over. A concussion at most, they said. He’d crashed.

The word flying around estimated 51 G-forces. A miracle. He’d crashed.

Christian came over and stood with him. Daniel called immediately after the race. Asked him how he was.

It doesn’t matter.

He’d crashed.

The sun shined brighter. Redder.

Angry or worried. He didn’t know. He’d only felt one emotion as a constant in his life and he couldn’t look the sun in the eye. It was too bright.

The sky is the region of the atmosphere and outer space seen from the earth.

Sector 2 has started. A push on the pedals, the speed increases.

He can feel his arm muscles tense, turn, gain control over the long turns. 

Turn 8. Chicanes. Right. Left. Right. Hit the apex. Keep the speed. 

Turn.

Purple.

The sky darkens.

And yet, he can still feel his sun’s heat on his back. Catching on. Keeping up. Feeding.

Like always.

When he was a child, he remembers sitting with his sister under the blankets looking at picture books about space. A flashlight in his hand. Opening, closing, mimicking stars. Scattering it around to make constellations.

Stars. Bright and big. Almost like they had a presence. An aura. A purpose. 

He remembers his wonder when he found out the Sun was a star. Read about it incessantly. The brightness, along with its heat, being the main cause for life on Earth. It created great things, but as he found later on, with big risks. 

It felt godly.

It held the power in its hands to not just create, but also destroy.

Humanity has and will always be its own risk. Our actions making even the thing that keeps us alive, deadly.

The Sun wasn’t just warm, it was scalding. It was strong, it lashed out. 

It grew and it grew. It will continue to grow, to the point where it will swallow. It will grow and then it will shrink.

It will be quiet.

It will burst.

And Jos?

He bleeds human.

His father felt like wind. It pushed and pulled and yelled. 

His father felt Aeolian. Loud. Intense. Angry.

Anger. 

An emotion he’s always known of. An emotion he’s allowed to have. The only one he was allowed to express.

When the checkered flag came into view and his kart crossed the finish line in third place, pride was what was felt. Sure, he hadn't won, but he was on the podium.

He was on the podium, dad!

He smiled and picked up his trophy. He took pictures and turned to show his accomplishment. 

He was on the podium, dad!

He froze. He shivered, flinched. He stayed quiet in the car and looked up when his door opened. He stepped outside, but his dad went inside again. 

What?

The window opened. He heard the words, tried replying to them even. But then, he looked at wind in the eye and felt cold.

As the car drove away, Max Verstappen left. 

He left there in the parking lot of the gas station, standing still. 

He doesn’t know if he ever returned. And if any effort was made to do so, it was quickly diminished when he found himself in the same place it started. Or more accurately, ended.

He was on the podium, dad.

A black hole is a place in space where gravity pulls so much that even light cannot get out.

A sharp left turn. He hits the apex and speeds up again. The wind blows but he doesn’t feel it. 

He never lifts his foot off the pedal. 

He speeds up and up and up.

Purple.

Sector 3 done. 

Pole position.

For now.

Rain drops. The sun shines from behind, not above.

The session is finished.

On Sunday he starts on pole. And that afternoon he feeds his sun. Max doesn’t trap his light.

A solar storm is a disturbance on the Sun, which can emanate outward across the heliosphere, affecting the entire Solar System.

He was leading. He was winning. That first place trophy was his. 

He was robbed. And now very wet.

Thrown in a puddle, as if all these years of experience were for nothing.

He turned to see who it was, who had dared. Turning his head, Max for a second was blinded by the glare of the Sun. 

The Sun was prettier than he should be, but it doesn't matter. He'd lost.

When he heard the word ‘Inchident’ come out of the Sun's mouth, the only thing pushing him away, in the opposite direction, was the wind.

But the heat never left.

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I tried to stay out of trouble, but trouble came to me.

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He follows the Sun, but maybe the Sun also follows him back.

The supernova occurs when a star suddenly increases greatly in brightness because of a catastrophic explosion that ejects most of its mass.

Austria 2019. Mad Max.

After embracing the anger for so long, he succeeded.

He was anger. He was fear. He made people freeze. He was strong and he won. He fought back.

So why?

Why did the wind tire him out? Why did his Sun disappear? 

Why wasn’t it enough? When will it be enough?

What will it take, that he hasn't already given?

He was on the podium, dad.

He won, dad.

Up until 2019, Max Verstappen made a name for himself. 

Whether that was with his reckless behavior or inability to allow drivers to overtake, that’s a story for another day. 

He was becoming someone. He had gained importance.

When he was small, his mom learned that he liked books about space. A woman ready to sacrifice everything and more for her children, caught unto that fact quickly. She gave him books, he learned and ranted to her eagerly.

She listened. She always did.

His sister looked up at him, trailed after his every word, ready to believe anything he said. Captured every thought of his and held it close to her little heart.

He loved them.

And yet, they still left him. 

He was alone.

He was alone in a house, with its windows wide open. No curtains drawn. The wind was bursting in its seams. It shook every space, every nook and cranny. It shook him.

He was alone, in a void.

No friends at school, no birthday parties to go to, no sister, no mom, no childhood.

Even when he succeeded, he didn’t feel like his dad felt proud.

It was almost like he didn’t have a dad in the first place. He only had a father.

The Boötes Void, colloquially referred to as the Great Nothing, is an approximately spherical region of space found in the vicinity of the constellation Boötes, containing nearly no galaxies. We have yet to find the reason.

Sunday arrived. Assured and known, yet still exciting. It would never grow old. Not like galaxies and stars did. 

He wore his fireproof, put on his balaclava. Holding the helmet for a moment, he allowed himself to look upon its design. A design fit for a World Champion. The gold shined. The lion stared back.

He got the gloves and entered the RB19.

Breath in. Breath out. 

The cars lined up in their positions. The sun shined brightly right behind him, in second position. The sky was clear, no clouds, no wind.

He took the wheel in his hand. Felt his mind go blank.

The formation lap.

A short straight followed by a left turn into Turn 1.

He hears the wheels and then the distant thud. 

The sun isn't shining brightly. Not anymore.

It’s been dimming this year.

He won, but there was no rays there around him, warm and inviting like always. There was no wind but it still felt cold.

Max Verstappen learned early in his life, career, that he had only one true constant in his life. And it wasn’t the wind, the storm or the sky. It was the Sun. It was his Sun. His Sun was a man, it was a star.

His Sun attracted so many planets, so many other stars across the universe. Orbited around him. They tried coming closer, but the heat was too much. For them at least.

This Sun, was just a star.

This Sun was a man in red.

This Sun hurt, loved, cared, fought.  

This Sun met him toe to toe, eye to eye, heart to heart.

This Sun never left, it rotated only to one thing.

It rotated to Max, just as Max rotated to him.

This Sun carried the weight of responsibility, of history on his shoulders. 

This Sun was Charles Leclerc.

This star was his binary.

A binary star is a system of two stars that are gravitationally bound to and in orbit around each other.  X-ray binaries are made up of a normal star and a collapsed star. These pairs of stars produce X-rays. If the stars are close enough together that material is pulled off the normal star by the gravity of the dense, collapsed star. They feed on each other, until they collide.

It took years, but Max Verstappen isn’t scared of the wind anymore. He’s reunited with his mom and his sister. He has friends. He has wins, races and championships. 

He has confidence. He feels. He expresses. 

Anger is a second thought, not a solution.

And he has understood that, at the end of the day, all of his success was his hard work paying off. 

He has earned it. He has deserved it.

He has healed.

Mom. Victoria. I won.

Dad. I am a World Champion.

Charles. Let’s keep going.

Max. I am proud of you.

The days may pass, time may go on, the universe may be in constant motion. But he is temporary. And it’s ok. He is a simple creature. He is a star.

The star in his arms, unwinding, glowing, asleep, will rotate for eternity. The Sun isn’t up in the sky, it’s in his house, on his couch. He’s warm and will never let the wind make Max cold again.

Nuzzling his nose on the head full of hair in his arms, feeling the pressure on his body, Max Verstappen calms. Closes his eyes. 

Dreams of red and blue.

In the future he dreams of purple.

He’s come to terms with his past.

In the present, he lives.

He is Max Verstappen, and the world echoes his name.

-End-

Please note that no matter how much I am writing here, it is all artistic speculation of what Max himself has decided to show the world. Do not forget that these drivers are real people.

@anakin-tedua-skywalker I love you (fatherly tone)

A tiny analysis even if I feel like this one is pretty obvious:

Aeolian sound or Aeolian tone is sound that is produced by wind when it passes over or through objects.

Any phenomenon that isn't the Wind or The Sun, is Max himself.

The binary stars at the end is Lestappen.

I'm not so sure about this one but I did want to write it so I will still post it here and on my ao3.

Thank you so much for reading! It would mean a lot if I managed to get some reposts, comments or liked!

If you like this, I have written more stories that can be found on my Formula 1 masterlist. Including: Lestappen and Landoscar with more to come. If it manages to spark your interest, please go support those as well!

[g-witchsulettaneedsahug]

Been wanting to scream about this for a while now, figured now is a good as ever time to do so.

So Gundam: Witch From Mercury really leans heavily into the whole witches and witchcraft theme, which is interesting for a sci-fi show. Not to say that they don't do it gloriously tho and in this post I will be pointing towards some of the symbolism that I noticed in the show.

The series starts with the first witch we see inside a Gundam Mobile Suit, none other then our dearest Elnora Samaya, also now known as Prospera Mercury. During the prologue, before anything else, we see her and once she exists the dark of the cockpit its revealed that she has fiery, blood red hair.

(Source: prologue G-witch)

Historically, witchcraft has been associated with red heads because of the many prejeduces against them. Red heads are a minority who have been associated with a lot interesting figure, from Judas who betrayed Jesus to the depictions of Lilith. This has given redheads a negative connotations in the Western World.

Next we see that the head researcher leading this project on GUND-format is also a woman, an older woman at that. Dr Cardo Nabo is the visionary leading this project, dedicated to the cause of making the GUND-format work in conjunction with humanity, in order to improve their lives and perserve their future. She knows that humanity, if it wishes to expand further into space and continuenits next steps into exploration and living outside of Earth, will need technology in order to aid their bodies in order to survive and thrive.

Older women involved in a form of medicine is an other motif in witchcraft and witch stereotypes. Witches were often involved in medicine and care. Cardo is the italian way of refering to a thistle, a purple green prickly flower that was said tp have medicinal properties in the middle ages.

(Source: Prologue G-witch)

During this prologue and later in the show it is revealed that the reason why the Vanadis Institute, of which Dr. Nabo was the head of, was doing resesrch into the GUND-format in conjunction with Mobile Suits because that was the primary way to get access to money for further research. Military funding through Ochs-Earth, an Earthian military company, would allow the Institute to further their goals and to show the viability of the GUND-format.

However, they encountered difficulties during their research. Mobile Suits are far larger and more difficult to control then prostethic limbs. The higher the permet score used by an individual to control more of the suit, the more the chance of death grows. Anything higher then score 3 caused deaths to the user because of, presumably, a data overload caused by the Permet link.

This caused a lot of ethical debates and strife, presumably, where the GUND-format was cast into a dangerous and even inhuman light because of its potential to not just kill others but also the users themselves. This led to the eventual forceful suspension of the project by the council, during which Cathedra used the Dominicus Forces to attack and kill all those present on Fólkvangr, the asteroid where the Vanadis Institute was located. Those present on Fólkvangr were both staff of the institute as well as their family. Everyone who was involved or related to the development of the GUND-format were killed in what is essentially a witch hunt.

Fólkvangr is an other reference to witchcraft, as in Norse Mythology this is a heavenly field in the afterlife ruled over by Freyja, a goddess of many things including magic (to see and influence the future). An other name for Freyja is Vanadís. Once again, this is a reference to paganism and witchcraft within the G-Witch universe thats quite obvious. Ochs also may or may not be a reference to the Old English word for "Oak" (not too sure about that one), if this is indeed true then this may be a reference to Thor, god of Thunder and Lightening as well as a warrior. I considered connecting oaks to Yggdrasil, the world tree, but that is an Ash tree, not an oak.

During the discussion in which the Mobile Suit council werebdeciding the fate of further development of Gundam Mobile Suits, Delling came forth and said that they had to "Wield the hammer of witches" in order to put a stop to the development of Gundams. The "hammer of the witches" is a reference to the Malleus Maleficarum, a 15th century guide on hunting and persecuting witches.

During his speech at the conference, he also calls the fact that gundams kill not only other soldiers but also their wielders a curse, once again a reference to witches. Prior to saying this he also says however that humans should kill humans, instead of humans being killed by just technology (really simplifying this) but essentially what he is saying is that the Gundams killing their wielders is unnatural and goes against the normal way of things.

(Source: Prologue G-witch)

The irony of this is also the name of these organisations. Cathedra is a literal reference to the throne upon which a bishop sits, Dominicus means "of the Lord/Lord's". Both are a reference towards christianity and its opposition to both withcraft and paganism.

Now we have established whom exactly this show calls "Witches", these are the people involved in the manufacturing, research, development and piloting of the GUND-format and Mobile Suits using said format, be it for medicinal or war uses. If you are associated or sympathize with the use of this technology, you are considered "a witch".

Putting this into context, we can now also look at the name "Witch From Mercury". Who does this refer to? I've seen people argue that this might be Aerial or Prospera, but I sincerely disagree. As of the knowledge we have come to learn of in both the short novel as well as everything from episode 16/season 2 episode 4 onwards, we can assume that Suletta was the only one actually raised on Mercury and who feels any connection to the planet at all. Suletta, as both a pilot of a Mobile Suit using the GUND-format as well as the daughter of a witch (Elnora/Prospera), is a witch.

(Source: G-witch teaser announcement)

Now onto my FAVOURITE part: the 2nd ED Red Birthmark. Oh boi this baby has some of the more blatant witch references, I absolutely love it ngl. Starting with the name itself, historically one of the methods to hunt for witches was to check for birthmarks/skin marks. Having strange birthmarkings or an insensitive patch of skin was basically proof enough of you being a witch, again a part of the witch hunt theme.

The song, which I am convinced is from Miorine's perspective (tho maybe/perhaps Aerial, tho thats a small maybe), makes references to seeing into the future, not liking whats in it and changing destiny yourself. Once again, these are themes of clairvoyance, the sort of magic Freyja is associated with (aka Vanadís). Witches were often said to be able to look into the future and change things as well.

Next we have the visual parts if the ED. I'm sure we all ate utterly in love with.

From 0:44 to 1:00 we have this beautiful sequence of Suletta dancing and conducting GUN-bits.

First Suletta creates a stylized version of the Triple Goddess Symbol, a well known pagan icon amongst both witchcraft practitioners as well as wiccans. The symbol contains 3 moons in different phases; waxing, full and waning. The symbol represents the 3 phases of the goddess; the maiden, the mother and the crone. This is both the life lifecycle of a girl as well as the eay that wisdom is often bestowed upon a person, from the elderly to the adults to the children. You could even argue that this could represent Dr. Nabo, Elnora/Prospera and Suletta.

(Source: G-witch 2nd ED)

Following this we have 5 Suletta's dancing together in which one can assume is a circle dance. Circle dances bave historically been associated with both witches, pagans and cultists. Something ritualistic.

Anyway I'm tired now but there are like way more witchcraft references in the whole show that I can't get into right now cause I'm tired lmao. Anyway have fun with the above, peace.

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𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 10: 𝓖𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓽

WOOOOOOOOOO ITS TIME TO WRITE FOR MY FAVORITE BABY BOY 😍😍😍

A good morning indeed y’all… a good morning indeed.

Slowly catching up!

Help I can literally hear Yami’s voice saying this and it’s so akdncjnsjrbc

—there do be tickles under the cut ngl—

Tags: @giggly-squiggily @chrimsss @rachi-roo

Finral had to do a quick double take when his captain reported that they were going to train him today. Yami? Train? Him? What was the occasion? Was it his birthday and he just didn’t know? Who is this man, and what did he do with his captain?

“Wheels, you’re with me today.” Yami reported, taking a drag from his cigarette. “Let’s get those portals of yours workin’ better, eh?”

“S-Sure but, what’s the uh… what’s the occasion?”

“Whaddaya mean, kid? I’m your captain, ‘s my job to train ya’ every now and then.”

Finral smiled. “Y-Yeah! How are we going to-“

The spatial mage noticed a flash of silver out of the corner of his eye. After turning his head, it was gone.

“Did you- nevermind…”

As Yami was outlining the plan to his subordinate, the brown-haired boy was scarcely focused. His eyes kept darting around as the silver flashes continued to appear. “Hey, wheels-“

With brows furrowed, Finral pivoted, trying to catch the silver flash.

“-ls.”

“eels-“

“HEY, FINRAL!”

Blinking rapidly, the spatial mage was brought back to reality. “Oh! Uh, sorry sir… I thought I’d seen someth-“

In a quick moment, Finral yelped and dragged Yami through a hastily made portal.

“The hell, kid?”

“There- I saw- behind you-“ he sputtered. “G-GHOST! Ghost! I saw a ghost!”

“We don’t have ghosts here.” The dark magic user replied, unfazed.

“I swear! I saw it! It had silver hair and all white clothes!”

“Silver hair and all white… oh.” Yami chuckled. I bet my bottom dollar that it’s just Henry.” The captain turned stood still for a moment, closing his eyes and seemingly focusing on something.

“Captain Yami..?!” the brunette whimpered.

“Shh, focusing.”

“But there’s-“

“Hey! SHH!”

Finral went silent and stood anxiously by his captain’s side. The pair sat in an uncomfortable silence, unmoving for a good amount of time.

Yami suddenly whipped around with a shout and wrapped an arm around the other mage’s chest. “Don’t worry, wheels. I’ll keep you safe from the ghost!”

“Captain Y-ahahami!” Finral wiggled and slapped his free hand over his mouth, as he felt fingers wiggle on his left side.

“I have to save you from the ghost, don’t you know? Ghosts are scared of loud laughing.” The dark magic user reported, once again attacking the latter’s side.

“Yahahamihihi. Thahahats nohohohot- PFF- Nohohohoho!”

As Yami’s hand traveled to Finral’s stomach, the mage kicked his legs helplessly, throwing his head back against the broad chest behind him. “Cahahaptahahain! Ihihihi- stahahap! Ghohohosts ahaharehehent scahahared!”

“Well sure they are! I haven’t seen this “ghost” since I’ve started ticklin’ ya’, kid.”

The spatial mage’s face flushed red at the accursed word. “HNGH- DoHOHOnt sahahat thahahat!”

“Say what? Ghost?” The captain feigned innocence.

“Nohohoho! Thehehe-nyeahahaha! Thehehe ohohother wohohohord.”

“Ohhhhh, you mean the T word?” Yami teased. “Ah, no matter how old you get, you’re still just like a little kid, Finral.”

“Stahahahap teheheasihihing mehehe!” the brunette whined. “Ahahahand mohohove spohohots! Ihihi cahahant Tahahake ihihit!”

“Ohhhh, someone can’t handle tickles on his widdle tum tum?”

“YAHAHAMIHIHI IHIHI SWEHEHEAR TOHOHO-“

“Juuuust kidding,” the captain cooed. “Move spots huh? Maybe not, I think it’ll scare the ghost even more… or maybe that is a good idea.”

“Yahahamihihi!”

“Okay, fine. Suit yourself.”

“Moving spots probably won’t be wise, if I remember right…” Yami used the hand trapping the latter to his chest to hold both of Finral’s wrists. His free hand descended under the spatial mage’s arm and went in for the kill. “This was a pretty bad spot for ya’, kid.”

Finral’s eyes bugged out wide as he screeched and kicked his legs. “WAITWAITWAIT YAHAHAHMIHIHIHI! NOHOHOHO!”

“Aha! Still got it! Ol’ mind’s like a steel trap.” the dark magic user reported.

“CMOHOHOHON THIHIHIS IHIHIS SOHOHOHO STUUHUHUPIHIHID!” Finral whined, squeezing his eyes shut as a blush crept over his cheeks.

“And yet you haven’t made a portal to try and run away yet.”

“IHIHI CAHAHANT FOHOHOCUHUHUS!”

“Or you could tell me the truth… eh, giggles?”

“YAHA- *snort* YAHAHAMIHIHI DOHOHONT BEHEHE A JEHEHERK!”

“M’not a jerk! You’re the one who won’t admit that you like bein’ tickled over here, wheels.”

The latter mage whined through his laughter and his his face the best he could, his neck and ears giving away his embarrassment.

“Awww, poor kiddo! S’alright, Asta and Luck are in the saame boat.”

“YAHAHAMIHIHI PLEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHI CAHAHANT TAHAHAKE IHIHIT!”

“You’re doing fine so far; you’re gonna have to portal out if you wanna stop the wrath of this tickle monster.”

Finral tried to focus on making a portal, but the assault on his most ticklish spot did not help his concentration. “IHIHIHI GIHIHIVEHEHE! STAHAHAHAPPIHIHIT! LEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHOHO!”

“Fine, fine.”

Yami ceased his ticklish assault and dropped Finral’s arms, resulting in the smaller mage crumbling to the floor.

The captain chuckled heartily at his junior’s reaction. “Man, not much endurance in you, eh wheels? We gotta build that up.”

The brunette’s head was spinning as he answered in a whiny voice. “I’ll make a note of that, sir.”

“C’mon, kid. Uuuuup ya go.” Yami carefully helped the spatial mage to his feet, dusting off his clothes. “You okay, Finral?”

“Y-Yeah just… just a bit out of it.”

“I’ll go easier on you next time,” the dark magic user reported. “Now come on, let’s get working on those portals that you “couldn’t focus on” earlier.”

Finral whined as he hid his face in his hands, resulting in a ruffle of his hair and a chuckle from his superior.

Meanwhile, Henry watched from a ledge above, kicking his feet in amusement over the antics he had caused.

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hello and welcome to this month’s fic rec featuring my favourite works from what i’ve read during the past weeks. as always, please check tags before reading. if you liked the fics please reblog their posts, leave kudos and write a nice comment. happy reading! 🔒 = only for ao3 users rec tag | more rec lists

— harry/louis —  

໑ Tongue Tied by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf (G, 1.2k, roommates, curses, love confessions) Louis’ new bestie placed a hand on his shoulder; he turned with a sway and looked into his blue eyes. ”What do you wish?”The world spun for a moment, and Louis shrugged. It was easy. The only thing he wanted. “I wish that I could tell Harry that I love him, instead of getting all tongue tied and chickening out.”The Irishman winked. “You never know, your wish may just come true.”“From your lips to God’s ears, mate.” He gave the man a hug. “I gotta go before my Uber leaves me.”He stumbled to the door, and that was the last thing he remembered from the night.

໑ Touch the Sky and Kiss the Sun by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup (T, 2.1k, friends to lovers, soulmates au, famous louis, makeup artist harry, injury) Louis Tomlinson knows without a shadow of a doubt that Harry Styles is his soulmate.

Harry Styles, Louis is virtually certain, is completely unawares of this fact.

໑ David S Pumpkins by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup (NR, 3.1k, halloween costumes, fae & faeries, samhain) Louis has a Halloween party to go to, and the perfect outfit to wear. It's a little odd that people in weird clothes keep appearing and disappearing. Skeleton outfits? A three piece suit covered in pumpkins?

Mysterious.

໑ Lovers in the Night by @marchessa (E, 4.2k, a/b/o au, prostitute louis, truck driver harry, semi-public sex) “Can I help ya?” The trucker asked with raised eyebrows. Louis shook his head to get out of his daydreaming and get to work. “Hello, handsome,” Louis smiled up at him prettily, making sure to bat his eyelashes in a seductive way. “Want some company?”   The one where Harry is a truck driver and Louis is a prostitute at a truck stop.

໑ PILOT by babby_cakess / @_babby_cakes (T, 5.2k, pilot/flight attendant au, semi public sex) “We have fifteen minutes.” Harry glanced down at the watch on his wrist. “How fast do you thinkmy tongue can make you come?” Still against the wall, Louis felt a shiver run from the back ofhis neck down his spine.

In three years walking on moving planes, he'd never had such zero control over his legs.

At least not until now.

໑ White Noise Frequency by whoknows / @crazyupsetter (E, 5.5k, friends, crimes & criminals au) In the dark, something crashes. Louis stirs, barely opening his eyes as he gropes across the bedside table for his phone. Muffled cursing is coming from the hallway, probably about ten feet away from the bedroom door.

Allowing himself the tiniest of smiles, Louis yanks the phone free from the charger and slips out of bed, leaving the blankets pooled on the floor. He doesn’t bother with shoes or clothes, moving silently across the floor in his bare feet. Eyes open now, adjusting to the shadows in the dark room, he waits behind the door, crouched down.

There’s no more noise. Louis waits, breathing slowly, steadily. He’s awake now, fully alert. He’s got a loose grip on his phone, and he doesn’t glance down at the screen no matter how much he wants to. This really shouldn’t be happening anymore. Three years, two new houses, an upgraded security system and actual money to throw at the problem means this definitely shouldn’t be happening anymore.

໑ Spiders Don't Fly But Gods Do by SunshineBoy742 (M, 6.6k, strangers to lovers, marvel au) Louis Tomlinson is an underpaid photojournalist in NYC. He leads a pretty average life, getting shots of town heroes, dodging flirtatious remarks from old coworkers and being the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man. But what happens when a sex god comes to crash in his apartment?

໑ always had that heart of mine by localopa / @voulezloux (M, 7.8k, enemies to lovers, a/b/o au, roommates, nesting) louis is nesting, though he won’t admit to it. between being ill, the stress of uni, and near drops, the only thing keeping him afloat is harry’s scent. the fact they don’t get along is neither here nor there

໑ The Knothead Neighbor by Kbbean / @Kristen09924842 (M, 8k, strangers to lovers, neighbours a/b/o au) Prompt 3: Neighbors AU, preferably ABO! Harry works evenings/nights (maybe like a surgeon something that requires him to be gone for long hours) and has a cat. The cat has a little kitty door at the back so that it can explore and such. Louis just moved next door and the cat seems to always end up at his door.

໑ Sugar Water by neversaygoodbye / @tomlinsunsfringe (E, 9.4k, exes to lovers, summer au, ‘cowboy hat’) When his most familiar begins to feel all too unfamiliar, Harry finds out what it means to love like real people do.Or,Harry comes back home from Princeton and has to face the consequences of his actions.   The songs for this fic are 'Changes' by Cam and 'The World Spins Madly On' by the Weepies.

໑ you know it ain't fiction, just a natural fact by anditsonlyforthebrave / @HARRYSC1NEMA (NR, 13k, strangers for lovers, uni au, himbo harry, nerd louis) Harry is the golden boy of the college football's team, Louis is their professors' golden student and they definitely don't have anything in common. Falling in love would be dumb.

໑ only you and you alone (can thrill me like you do) by camilevol6 / @svnflouwervol6 (E, 13.3k, established relationship, a/b/o au, 50s, housewife louis) Harry wrinkles his nose as he fights Louis' dress to get his hands underneath it, panting deeply.

"Alpha…"

"I'm still hungry, Louis," he claims with a severity that is derailed by his ragged breathing. "I thought I heard you say you were going to take care of everything."

໑ Stockholm Syndrome by Hazzascul_07 / @hazzascul (M, 13.5k, strangers to lovers, a/b/o au, kidnapping) "That's it!",Harry screamed in his face, "I'm done with you! I'll take you to your home, where you belong, where your father will be waiting for you with a belt in his fucking hands!"

He could not go home. He was finally free. He will do anything to not go back to that place. He desperately and uselessly tried to free his hands, stumbling on his feet.

"NO! No! No please, please, please don't take me back, please! I'll behave, I'll listen to you, I swear! Don't take me back, Harry! Please! Alpha!!" By now tears were flowing down his cheeks.

Screw his stupid brain and his stupid heart. He was too good for the world. He was too hopeful to think that Harry was any different from his father and his brothers.

It was true, all the alphas were the same.

All with their disgusting need to control and breed and ruin the life of an omega. To take and take and take, and never give anything back.

It seemed as if expecting goodness from the world was a crime and he was the biggest sinner.

໑ Sunrise and Pixie Dust by @moonyblouie (M, 14.8k, strangers to lovers, fantasy au, fairy louis, human harry) Harry's taking a walk at sunrise in the forest he knows like the back of his hand when the wind starts blowing, the sky turns pink, and golden glitter starts to fall from the sky. He’s not sure about what’s happening, but when he comes face to face with a gorgeous winged-creature, he can’t help but be immediately mesmerized.

Or an AU in which Harry finds himself crossing the borders between two worlds.

໑ i've got something to confess, i keep you in my pocket to use by babylwt / @finelineangie (E, 16.7k, strangers to lovers, hockey player harry, journalist louis) Prompt 251: Harry is a hockey player and he's in the middle of a press conference when Louis, a journalist, asks him a question. Harry sees him ans says something like "oh my god, he's so beautiful" to his teammate and only realized his mic was on when the pretty boy blushes and the room breaks in a laugh

໑ Swap me for your shadow by @lunarheslwt (E, 16.8k, friends to lovers, a/b/o au, 5+1 things) If Louis thought being in love with his best friend was a knife that continually twisted into his heart before, it was nothing compared to when Harry started to go around talking about having fallen for someone else. A 5+1 fic; 5 times Louis has to listen to Harry’s vague confessions of love for his ‘omega friend’ and the 1 time Louis snaps and confesses his love for Harry.

໑ A Package Deal by @alltheselights (E, 19k, enemies with benefits, doctor louis, cop harry, biscuit the cat) For the past three years, it's just been Louis and his one-eye orange cat, Biscuit. When Louis starts sleeping with Harry, the aggravating cop stationed at the ER where he works, he has no reason to think anything will change. Unfortunately, Biscuit and Harry have other plans.

໑ it was all by design ('cause i'm a mastermind) by tempolarriefics / @tempolarriefix (E, 22k, enemies to lovers, mastermind au, co-workers) “You can’t be serious. You think I would be so awful to work for - you would rather quit?”“Don’t be all high and mighty about it,” Harry scoffs. “Surely you would do the same.”“I’m not being high and mighty. It’s called being professional.”“Really?” Harry pushes. “You’d work diligently under me with no complaints? You’d do whatever I asked of you?”“That would be my job, so yeah.” Harry shakes his head. “I’d work you so fucking hard,” he says slowly, “that you’d have to quit.”

໑ splash me across the silver screen by pleasinglouis / @pleasing-louis (E, 22.8k, established relationship, 70s au, actor louis, cinematographer harry) Louis is a struggling actor who gets nervous when he's being filmed and Harry comes up with a plan to help him relax when the cameras are rolling.

໑ 🔒 Scorpions et mandragores by Stria (Asia117) / @nooradeservedbetter (E, 23k, dark fic, vampire harry, human louis, read tags and author’s notes) Vampires were rich gents, well-versed in the unspoken rules of polite society, knowledgeable about an infinity of topics, ready to lend a hand in historiography debates. Vampires were charming, fashionable, mysterious. Vampires drank synth or donated blood, played nice with humans, didn’t bite anymore. Vampires were nice, non-threatening.

What a load of bullshit.

໑ The Bluest war and peace by @hazzaslittle28 (E, 27.1k, a/b/o au, enemies to lovers, betrayal) For centuries the Black Haven pack had a tradition where the first born omegas and alphas were to be introduced to each other. The pups were barely ten, dressed in their finest clothings and made to look presentable.   That's when he first saw his ruins and he knew that he was never going to be the same.

໑ I found an angel so divine by april_iris / @april_kmm (E, 31k, strangers to lovers, eternals au, superpowers) Eros/Harry is a dreamboat with singular powers who loves love more than anything and longs to feel it one day, and Louis is the kind human who shows him the way.

໑ Deleted Scenes by Stria (Asia117) / @nooradeservedbetter (E, 33k, strangers, mystery, amnesia, italy, minor violence) Agent Harry Styles was injured on the job a few months back, and gets roped in one last mission before he can retire prematurely: playing house with Louis, a widower who has amnesia. The assignment seems simple at the beginning, but soon enough Harry's twisted in a web of his own making, and can't get out anymore.

໑ Tainted Love by Darling28 / @darling-28 (M, 39k, exes to lovers, famous/famous, miscommunication) Broken awards, cut-up blouses, childish pranks and lots of nastiness? This is apparently all that remains of Louis and Harry after a sudden break-up and they walk a fine line between love, revenge and jealousy.

Will the two find their way back to each other or are they both too hurt?

໑ all the small things you do (remind me why i fell for you) by Ashisinlove / @ashisinlove28 (NR, 53.7k, strangers to lovers, a/b/o au, pack dynamics, arranged married) Prompt 68: Pack alpha Harry only wants to marry for matrimonial benefits but no other omega wishes to marry him for his reputation of being a big scary wolf who snarls at everyone for even breathing the wrong way. Omega Louis, to improve his pack’s condition, decides to be Harry’s pack Luna but is taken aback by how soft and sweet Harry actually is with him. AU where Harry is intimidating pack alpha but is very sweet and lovely with his soon-to-be mate and would do anything for his pack Luna, even make fool of himself in front of everyone just to see his giggle.

໑ Love Me If You Dare by BoosBabycakes / @boosbabycakes28 (E, 54.7k, childhood friends, growing up together, games) Harry and Louis’ friendship starts with a game, after a simple dare. The two little boys quickly become the best of friends and referees of their own game. Unfortunately, as they grow up, they sometimes become the victims of it too.With them, everything is possible. They are capable of daring each other to do anything. But will they dare confess their feelings for each other?

໑ Sink Into Your Sunlight by @starryhazelou (E, 79.6k, strangers to lovers, college au, hurt/comfort, time skips, exes to lovers) Louis hadn’t forgotten about Harry as much as he tried. It wasn’t due to the strange nature of their meeting, more so the magnetic pull he somehow had on Louis. He couldn’t fathom why this complete stranger stayed in his mind as much as he tried to stop it. Any time his phone sounded his heart skipped a beat at the thought of it possibly being Harry. In all honesty, it made him feel sort of pathetic.

Gay guy falls for straight guy, what a cliche he had become.

— rare pairs —

໑ The Cyber Sphere by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom (louis/dermot o’leary, E, 17.5k, strangers to lovers, rich louis, writer louis, radio host dermot, artificial intelligence) As the author of The Cyber Sphere, a series of best-selling books which have spawned seemingly limitless spin-offs, Louis Tomlinson hides away from the world in his fortress-like London penthouse. But when he decides to interact with the host of The Cyber Times radio program, Dermot O’Leary, on Twitter, it causes a fandom meltdown and offers him hope for a future he’d never imagined.

OR the one where Liam likes to think he’s Batman, Dermot has terrible taste in sporting teams, and Louis should really get a cat.

[qberryshortcake]

Are you wondering how to get into Gundam and need an autistic transbian with insomnia to help guide you? Well you're in fucking luck!

Happy for u tho/I'm sorry

Start with either Witch From Mercury, Iron Blooded Orphans, or Mobile Suit Gundam. All three you can go in blind and have a grand old time. WFM is the lesbian one though, and my proper intro to the franchise.

What even is a Gundam?

Let's get a little vocabulary out of the way. A Mobile Suit is a bipedal giant mech, generally with one pilot, that uses a combination of mounted weapons and weapons held in the mobile suit's hands. This can be railguns, tank cannons, missile launchers, or a good old fashioned energy sword.

Are all mobile suits Gundams?

No, actually! It's a poodles/dogs situation. All Gundams are mobile suits, but not all mobile suits are Gundams.

What makes Gundams special?

It varies from series to series. In some it's that they use a special power source. In others it's a direct interface with its users. They often require less training than other mobile suits, and have a much higher skill ceiling. No matter what, one rule is more or less universal: only a Gundam can beat another Gundam. This is one of the driving forces for every antagonist. It's also why these shows get so heady.

Who is Char Aznabke?

The antagonist of Mobile Suit Gundam (see below). He's iconic, charismatic, stylish, and machiavellian. There is a Char in every Gundam spinoff. It gives you a sense of dramatic irony knowing that, because if nobody is wearing the mask, you're trying to figure out who will. And if somebody is, you're wondering what they'll do.

Okay, where do I start?

Let's bring out the timeline chart (bear with me):

This may seem intimidating at first, but once you break it down, it starts to become a bit more scrutable.

The first thing to understand is that Gundam has a singular canon timeline, the Universal Century, and the rest are spinoffs. You could theoretically start down any of these timelines and have a grand old time. That being said, some starting points are better than others.

Universal Century - if you're down with old animation, you can't go wrong with watching the original Mobile Suit Gundam! You can start with Gundam Origin to learn about Char Aznable's backstory, or jump straight into the original anime

Future Century - This is one of the weirdest wildest Gundam series with Mobile Fighter G Gundam. I haven't seen this one and I personally wouldn't start here? But hey if you want a giant robot tournament where every country has a themed Gundam that has sliiiiight racist vibes? Uh well then this is truly one of the shows in all of Gundam.

After Colony - This is where a lot of us originally bounced off of the series. Gundam Wing was what was on Toonami back in the day. The dub isn't...great, and the story is *extremely* edgy. That being said is is rife with ship bait and Deathscythe is an incredible Gundam design. All the same themes, just very hamhanded.

Correct Century - this takes place in the far far future, and technically the previous three timelines converge on this one. It's so far in the future that Gundams are practically a myth. This is Turn A Gundam, or as it's usually stylized, Ɐ Gundam. I haven't gotten to this one yet, but I love the moustachio'd design of the titular Ɐ Gundam. I wouldn't necessarily start here, just because this one kind of assumes the viewer has seen at least a Gundam before. From what I've heard at least.

Cosmic Era - While I own several gunpla from this series, I have only seen an episode! It's... I've never heard a single good word about this one. As far as I know it is more geared toward younger viewers, which also means it is the most shamelessly about advertising gunpla...well other than a couple other series we'll get to.

Anno Domini - okay here is where it gets a little odd because there's multiple timelines that use this abbreviation. The first is Gundam 00, or Double O (not zero). This one is really fun. It takes the edge from Wing and makes it kind of humorous. A slow burn, where you realize that maybe a single force having a monopoly on violence, made up entirely of child soldiers is,,,not the best idea? Great place to start.

Anno Domini - Gundam Build Fighters and Mobile Suit Gunpla Raiders G are, charitably, celebrations of the gunpla hobby. I wouldn't start here.

Post Disaster - God I almost wish this had been my first series. Iron Blooded Orphans is about a bunch of dudes being guys. They escape from slavery and go into business for themselves, and get embroiled in a political conflict while escorting a princess back to Earth from Mars. Fantastic show, but it clocks in at 50 episodes, so keep that in mind if you start this one.

Ad Stella - this is where I started. Witch from Mercury is absolutely incredible. Just 26 episodes. It follows Suletta Mercury and Miorine Rembran, after the former wins a duel, and due to sci fi anime logic, becomes betrothed to the latter.

Great, anything else I should know?

I said this in another post but if you're still on the fence because giant robot shows you've seen in the past haven't been great, I get it. I was the same way. The point of the robots being humanoid is because it takes out the abstraction of using vehicles of war, without cutting down on the scale of the wars being fought. When a character, for example, goes to destroy a military base single-handedly, you get that disconnect.

Sure it's a pilot doing war things, but it's *very* different when your opponents are as outclassed as most things and a Gundam.

It's always been about the horrors of war, the victims of those wars, and the wounds and scars that are left on the soldiers of those wars. The cool robot is so that a character can lose an arm but still have to keep fighting. In some series that character may have felt the pain of losing an arm while jacked into their mobile suit. It brings a viscerality that fighting with planes, tanks, and starships simply wouldn't be able to replicate.

Oh. And uh. Gunpla. Gunpla are the Namco Bandai line of models. They all require minimal tools and no glue. They're generally posable and some are extremely posable. They come in 1:144, 1:100, and 1:60 scale (primarily). They're also not cheap. The smaller models cost around 30-50, but they get expensive quickly. So uh. Don't? Get into them?

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IBO reference notes on . . . spacesuits

For reasons that may or may not be related to fanfic, I decided to do a quick survey of the difference spacesuits -- or 'normal suits', in Gundam parlance -- that appear throughout Iron-Blooded Orphans. There's not really much to conclude from this, but it snagged me a set of reference screenshots that I think worth collating for your viewing pleasure.

The most commonly used normal suit first appears during the battle between Tekkadan and the Turbines, where Atra helps Kudelia out with putting one on, in a scene that provides some gratuitous shots of the girls changing. It's not especially tasteless, in the grand scheme of things, but it's one of those genre trappings that didn't really need to be there. Still, it provides a good demonstration of how the suits fit together, where the zippers and fastenings are, and so on. Plus the hilarious visual of the helmets being repurposed as potato buckets.

This normal suit is clearly a standard type, that turns up in multiple civilian and non-official military settings. Most immediately, we see that the Turbines use it, the orange swapped for a fetching maroon.

Generally speaking, the colour-blocking is the only thing to change between uses. Here are a couple more shots showing the Tekkadan and Turbines versions, including a close-up on the boots.

Beyond these two types, the most usual variant is a black and grey version that appears in various scenarios, including in the flashbacks to Akihiro's family, the Dort colonies, and the archaeologists in Urdr Hunt.

Curiously, Katya also wears this towards the end of Urdr Hunt -- where she must have been given it by Gjallarhorn. So can we take the black, grey and white to be a sort of universal default?

Other colour variants are worn by young!Amida and by Range (under his poncho) in Urdr Hunt, and by the various groups of mercenaries and space-pirates in Season 2.

Speaking of pirates, the ones who attacked Akihiro's family have added a jetpack for easy manoeuvring in zero-g. It's notable that this isn't something we see more generally: Mikazuki has to rely on a hand-held thruster in the Dorts. This, however, harkens back more to the original Gundam series in terms of moving around in space.

Moving on to the second major 'civilian' normal suit, the human debris all wear a slightly simpler, slightly more badly-fitted white version striped in red. We first see this with the Brewers and later with human debris used by the JPT Trust (not shown because it's mainly seen in fairly bloody scenes).

A palette-swap of this is used by 598 and his crew in Urdr Hunt, which I bring up as an excuse to post the bisexual-energy screenshot.

Due to image limits, I won't cover Tekkadan's pilot suit in this post. If you've seen the show, you'll have seen a lot of that, and of Gjallarhorn's equivalent. What I find interesting about the human debris normal suit is that it is clearly more closely related to the general-purpose version than what Shino is wearing here, which is a specialised for an Alaya-Vijnana-user in a military setting.

This of course makes sense given that everything about the human debris is meant to invoke cheapness. Rather than a custom-made battle suit, they just get a standard one-size-fits-nobody get-up with an A-V adaptor stuck on the back. It's a nice visual touch, that also helps emphasise the sense of human debris as little kids forced into situations they shouldn't be in. That being said, the *helmet* is distinctly made for a mobile suit pilot, being something close to what Gjallarhorn soldiers wear.

Tekkadan does use another distinct normal suit variant, with added armour, that shows up for the battle with the Brewers and never again. Or, well, I am not actually sure if this is meant to be a normal suit or more akin to the combat armour we see Gjallarhorn infantry wearing, or if that is a distinction without a difference. Since they are both deployed in space-based operations, we can probably assume they're at least potentially interchangeable with normal suits.

These do notably lack the backpack of the standard normal suit. which I take to be where the life-support gubbins goes. However that goes for the pilot suit as well (it only has the A-V adaptor block; I assume everything else is distributed at the waist and collar) and we see it functioning fine for spacewalks. So I'm grouping this in here as well.

As I said up the top of the post, there's not a whole lot to take away from this, beyond the different ways the same asset is reused throughout the series. It's a neat enough design, although the pilot suits are far more striking. I do like the pirates' jetpack; wish we'd seen more of that (that's actually what I was looking up when I started collecting these).

Overall, I quite like the commonality of design, the sense that someone somewhere is just mass producing these things as a standard piece of kit. That's kind of what you'd need, in a space-faring society, to make these widely available to as many people as possible, just as a matter of basic practicality. Then you'd have different groups that could afford it customising to fit their organisations.

Huh. That must mean the human debris normal suits are also mass produced, if there's a standard-issue version of those.

There we go again with another demonstration of the base-level exploitative awfulness built into this setting.

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GENSHIN SAGAU Headcanons

hopping on because @mirology explained lmao, why HCs only? too lazy to write rn, ill do it tmrw or some other day, this is the old SAGAU btw, not the one wherein they're the creator n shi

Genre: Fluff

the characters become concerned with how much space the game is taking up so nahida ends up tampering with the code so you have more storage

rlly appreciates the fact that you still do your commissions and farm despite it being 1am alr, especially since you have school/work

you have more crystalflies than usual, not that you notice, but diluc collects the ones at dawn winery for you, albedo collects the ones he comes across in dragonspine and in general, they all just, collect the crystalflies they see

they argue about who deserves the good weapons lmao: beidou subtly flaunts her feats when the claymore users talk abt it, diluc acts like he's done with em but he also acts like he's most deserving of it, eula is indifferent but when they try taking hers, she gets defensive, you gave it to her, why do they get a say in it?. Meanwhile, itto is ranting abt how he obviously deserves it, chongyun is just silent but he does want the weapon too, dori is rich enough to buy anything, xinyan wants it too and sayu is just, tired why claymore? i love claymore

they're concerned abt your health, have you seen how tired you look? they wanna be able to take care of you irl :(

they send their letters even if you don't manage to log in, it's okay, they understand but don't leave them for too long

if you're rlly busy, you still try your best to play, they really love that

you always win the 50/50 or get them and a standard five star character

somehow, your mains rarely come home tho, esp(especially) if they're a four star. like, you've got the others c6 but they're still like, below c3, they're rlly sorry but they can't tamper with their drop rate like the five stars can :( chongyun main here : chongyun was so frustrated with himself when he didn't come home with shenhe to you, he didn't come home, not even once

eventually, when they found out how to watch you from outside the app, they took advantage of that: they save you from rlly awkward situations by playing your ringtone hehe, they're also capable of calling the police if you're in a shit situation

they like to remind you abt stuff you have in your to-do list

the harbingers, including the fatui and tsaritsa, were a bit.. eh with you, at least, until they heard you talk abt them, you wanted to pull for them?? meet them in game?? YOU WERE EXCITED FOR THEM?? HUH? wow, they felt shocked and maybe a bit flustered,, just a bit

man, they rlly wanna taste the food you have in your world, esp xiangling, the food looked rlly nice okay? oh and if you're bad at cooking, ei relates dw, even benny is astounded by how bad it is tbh

zhongli is embarrassed to hear you rant abt how often he talks when he's idle, childe actually teases him abt it no, we won't talk abt how people ship em, they're actually a bit.. eh abt that, like cmon, haven't people heard abt platonic relationship?

benny actually feels really upset when you get bad drops or artifacts and he's in the team, tho the others depending on who they are reassure him that the drops are even more bad occasionally even without him

okay, even without you having that five star, you've got their sig dish, like wha-

you like their clothing? man, they wish they could give you some of their clothes, they'll try their best to bring you into teyvat, besides, your world is shit anyways-

okay so, for context, i copied zhongli's red eyeliner thing and modified it to suit me if you copy their makeup look and you like it, they feel so flattered, they're so smug abt it too ahdajkdbkf

if you cosplay one of them, they're gonna B R A G, i mean bro, cosplaying takes so much effort okay