#I CAN MAKE THIS EVEN BETTER ONE DAY

[glaivenoct]

I know you've been wanting to write this. Nyxnoct. One character is enraged, and the other is trying to calm them down

... actually I may not have worded it correctly, I forgot the prompt Im sorry 🙏

I think you're referring to the first answer in this ask I answered a while back? (NOTE: for some reason I used the word violet answering that ask when I meant the magenta color in Noct's eyes?? My brain wasn't working that day apparently ^^;) Consider this a snippet of something I 1000% intend to come back to and flesh out more because - A;DKJSLFGDKF.

***(Some violence ahead) ***(This is the longest one I've written from the requests so far, it was hard to keep it as short as the others. I wrote it kinda fast too)

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He can't recount a moment in his life where his veins burned inside him like this. Nor a moment where the world spun around him so fast it felt as though he could barely keep his head on straight. There's a swirling pit in his stomach; an incessant ringing in his ears that makes him want to reach up and cover them.

He can't with his wrists strapped down to this cold, uncomfortable metal chair. Not with the man in the white lab coat approaching to grab him by the chin and tilt his head back to examine him.

The man is but a mere magenta blur to Noctis as he fights the rush of dizziness and squirms in his seat. Something sharp and painful is going to come. He knows it and his heart thuds in his chest as he attempts to wrench himself from the man's hold.

"The eyes are still pink. Neck's flaring up like he's overexerting. Drain his magic."

Noctis knows what comes after that. It's typically a prick in his neck followed by a shock that renders him and his magic useless, only to be injected by something else that increases his senses and awareness ten fold.

It's an odd feeling; someone attempting to tear the magic of your ancestors from your body and channel it for their own gain. Noctis didn't try to understand the researchers' logic or hypotheses on how to do such a thing. All he could do was writhe and scream as they poked and prodded at the magic that's become as natural to him as breathing.

For the last few days it's as if they've done nothing but toy with a magical fight or flight response; forcing him into a sickening state of stasis only to overwhelm him until the magic resurfaced for Noctis' own sake. Every time Noctis is at the height of his panic and pain threshold, the magic takes over completely.

This time it takes no prisoners.

It starts with the light fixture above suddenly flickering, causing the person that approaches Noctis with a new needle to pause and look up. The tingle of lightning spurs at the tips of Noct's fingers, and in the next second the light fixture above them shatters.

"What the - "

Noct's fists clench atop the chairs armrests, a magical fire igniting him as his skull and heart pounds relentlessly. He raises his arms up, wrists tearing through the leather that binds them like they're merely cheap fabric. The second light fixture in the room shatters, the only light in the room being the flickering of the various computer screens that monitored Noct's vitals. He's not even hooked up to them, but they still beep with furious caution and warning as they smoke and short circuit.

The man on his left is far too distracted by the sudden chaos to avoid Noctis grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, glaring at him with magenta disgust before shooting up from his seat and tossing him against the one way glass window nearby. The glass cracks upon impact and the man falls unconscious to the floor.

"Guards!" The other man calls, and Noctis whips around faster than the man can blink, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him high from the floor. The flames emanating from his palm turn as pink as his eyes, stealing the breath and even the screams from the man as his throat suddenly grows gray and ashen. He thrusts the man against the other wall just as the door behind him swings open.

One glance over his shoulder and Noctis phases aside in a phantom of blue, leaving the man to slide and crumple to the floor. Noctis phases again, this time in front of the pair of MTs rushing inside to put him down. He skewers them both with a blue phantom spear, crystal like shards sparking off both him and the weapon as it sizzles with lightning. When they're both thrust back into the hall, the spear returns to Noctis' side and disappears.

"I knew it," a hoarse voice comes from behind him, and Noctis' head snaps to follow the voice. He turns to see the man slumped on the floor, wheezing and gripping his own neck where Noctis left singe marks. "I knew with enough time we could see the Caelum magic at it's most primal. I'll bet there's things... even the Founder King never knew he was capable of. All those years of honing put to waste by tradition." He chuckles, but it quickly turns into a coughing fit. "Never thinking beyond the scope of what you think you know. With enough research... enough conditioning... you'd make a fine weapon. Wouldn't you, little prince?"

Noctis gnashes his teeth and snarls at the man with a low, guttural noise. Little prince. He knows that name, but never uttered in such a threatening manner. The magic inside him flares, the magenta color in his eyes intensifying their glow as he phases in front of the man. Noctis gets down on his knees and grabs him by the neck again, dragging him up on his feet and against the wall.

Danger. Danger. Danger. It's all he can hear in his head as he tilts his head at the suffocating man. He can feel that quickening pulse underneath his palm as he squeezes, the tingle of electricity charging up at his finger tips. He won't be safe until he gets rid of everyone here.

"Noct!"

Noctis startles at the cry, suppressing his own magical instincts before they unleash upon the man before him. That voice. He knows that voice.

"Shit..."

"What the... hell?"

He knows those voices too. Noctis maintains his sturdy grip on the man's throat as he slowly looks over his shoulder. There's a group of five filtering in. Two of them are hooded. The other three... they look painfully familiar. Noctis frowns and exhales shakily, far too overloaded to concentrate on anything properly.

"Might need to see this one for yourself, Marshal..." The bigger one with the tattooed arms says as he touches something on his ear.

"Noct, put the researcher down." One of the hooded ones says, slowly walking ahead of the rest. "We need him alive."

That doesn't make any sense. If the man he keeps pinned to this wall stays alive, then Noctis isn't safe. Noctis bears his teeth and almost hisses at the hooded man, making him pause in his steps and hold out his hands.

"You don't recognize my voice, Noct?" He says and slowly reaches with one hand to pull back his hood. He does recognize it, and it makes him exhale shakily. "It's me. Nyx."

That face. The blue eyes with the tattoo under one of them. The tattoo on his cheek. The stubble along his strong jaw. The hair and the braids.

"Nyx..." He says curiously, a fuzzy memory of Nyx placing that same coat over Noct's own shoulders.

"Your other friends, too," Nyx says as he starts to approach him again. "You know. Gladio, Ignis and Prompto. You remember Pelna too, don't you?"

"Let the guy go, Noct," Gladio chimes in calmly. "We've got you covered from here."

"You'll be home in no time," Ignis adds, followed by Prompto's:

"You're safe with us, buddy."

Guys. Noctis lets out a heavy breath, head hanging as he releases his hold on the man. He falls to the floor in a fit of coughs, Gladio and Pelna immediately moving to secure him. It doesn't startle or set Noctis off, if only because of Nyx stopping right in front of him. His gloves hands are still held where Noct can see them.

The moment they come up to cup his face, the magical fire of preservation starts to diffuse in him.

"Eyes on me," Nyx says softly. "Breathe with me. Can you do that? Big breath in and out."

Noctis follows Nyx's lead, the pounding in his skull and chest starting to fade by the third time they do it.

"There you go," Nyx smiles at him and nods. "You're okay. You're safe. You recognize me now, right?"

"Nyx." Noctis whispers as the magenta at the corners of his vision bleeds away, and Nyx taking his hands is crystal clear.

How... how did he forget for even a second?

There's little time to ponder as the world around Noctis starts to spin again. His head and body ache. Before he can think to say anything else, he screws his eyes shut and grunts, nearly faltering to his knees. Nyx catches him before he can crash down unkindly, and bears all the weight as Noctis leans into him.

"Easy. Easy. You're going to be okay."

"You found me." Noctis says, burying his face into the crook of Nyx's neck.

"Didn't mean to keep you waiting. Doubt it was worth it this time." Nyx sighs and wraps his arms around Noct to hold him tightly. "I've got you now, little king. I've got you."

[hinamie]

playing around w slightly different hair renders

[merlins-strawberriesandroses]

POV you’ve informed the Queen and the Court’s Sorcerer of something and they very clearly know something that they’re not letting on

[wasyago]

we're at it again🕺

[deoidesign]

Doing master studies the only way I know how: Stealing them and making them my guys.

(Barberini Faun)

(The Fallen Angel - Alexandre Cabanel)

(Covent Garden - William Bruce Ellis Rankin)

[moonsnqil]

Kevin watching Jean ask Jeremy if he's okay, watching Jean offer to hold Laila's bag so she can fix her shoe, watching Jean hand Cat a granola bar before a game because she looked a little unsteady. He's not jealous, he had his time by Jean's side. Maybe it's grief. Grief for something that was never so innocent, never so untouched by cruel hands, something that could've been better if they were anyone else. Grief for something that's long passed and can never be fixed to be made better than before. He had his time at the receiving end of Jean's concerned glances. Maybe he's just a little sad that when he's at an away game, he no longer buys post cards for a friend. Maybe he just misses this person who used to always be by his side but they both knows it's better this way. Jean is happy, it's not with Kevin, and that's okay.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

THIS THING IS SCUUUFFED AS HELL & ITS ALSO THE BEST THING I HAVE ANIMATED THUS FAR. IM SO IN LOVE WITH EMIZEL. JUST WISH I GAVE HIM MORE STUPID TATTOOS. NEXT TIME THO. NEXT TIME. I ALSO LOVE VEX&VIV SOOOO MUCH. charlies flavor of Deranged is my FAVORITE!!

[halorvic]

The danger is clear and present: COVID isn’t merely a respiratory illness; it’s a multi-dimensional threat impacting brain function, attacking almost all of the body’s organs, producing elevated risks of all kinds, and weakening our ability to fight off other diseases. Reinfections are thought to produce cumulative risks, and Long COVID is on the rise. Unfortunately, Long COVID is now being considered a long-term chronic illness — something many people will never fully recover from. Dr. Phillip Alvelda, a former program manager in DARPA’s Biological Technologies Office that pioneered the synthetic biology industry and the development of mRNA vaccine technology, is the founder of Medio Labs, a COVID diagnostic testing company. He has stepped forward as a strong critic of government COVID management, accusing health agencies of inadequacy and even deception. Alvelda is pushing for accountability and immediate action to tackle Long COVID and fend off future pandemics with stronger public health strategies. Contrary to public belief, he warns, COVID is not like the flu. New variants evolve much faster, making annual shots inadequate. He believes that if things continue as they are, with new COVID variants emerging and reinfections happening rapidly, the majority of Americans may eventually grapple with some form of Long COVID. Let’s repeat that: At the current rate of infection, most Americans may get Long COVID.

[...]

LP: A recent JAMA study found that US adults with Long COVID are more prone to depression and anxiety – and they’re struggling to afford treatment. Given the virus’s impact on the brain, I guess the link to mental health issues isn’t surprising. PA: There are all kinds of weird things going on that could be related to COVID’s cognitive effects. I’ll give you an example. We’ve noticed since the start of the pandemic that accidents are increasing. A report published by TRIP, a transportation research nonprofit, found that traffic fatalities in California increased by 22% from 2019 to 2022. They also found the likelihood of being killed in a traffic crash increased by 28% over that period. Other data, like studies from the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration, came to similar conclusions, reporting that traffic fatalities hit a 16-year high across the country in 2021. The TRIP report also looked at traffic fatalities on a national level and found that traffic fatalities increased by 19%. LP: What role might COVID play? PA: Research points to the various ways COVID attacks the brain. Some people who have been infected have suffered motor control damage, and that could be a factor in car crashes. News is beginning to emerge about other ways COVID impacts driving. For example, in Ireland, a driver’s COVID-related brain fog was linked to a crash that killed an elderly couple. Damage from COVID could be affecting people who are flying our planes, too. We’ve had pilots that had to quit because they couldn’t control the airplanes anymore. We know that medical events among U.S. military pilots were shown to have risen over 1,700% from 2019 to 2022, which the Pentagon attributes to the virus.

[...]

LP: You’ve criticized the track record of the CDC and the WHO – particularly their stubborn denial that COVID is airborne. PA: They knew the dangers of airborne transmission but refused to admit it for too long. They were warned repeatedly by scientists who studied aerosols. They instituted protections for themselves and for their kids against airborne transmission, but they didn’t tell the rest of us to do that.

[...]

LP: How would you grade Biden on how he’s handled the pandemic? PA: I’d give him an F. In some ways, he fails worse than Trump because more people have actually died from COVID on his watch than on Trump’s, though blame has to be shared with Republican governors and legislators who picked ideological fights opposing things like responsible masking, testing, vaccination, and ventilation improvements for partisan reasons. Biden’s administration has continued to promote the false idea that the vaccine is all that is needed, perpetuating the notion that the pandemic is over and you don’t need to do anything about it. Biden stopped the funding for surveillance and he stopped the funding for renewing vaccine advancement research. Trump allowed 400,000 people to die unnecessarily. The Biden administration policies have allowed more than 800,000 to 900,000 and counting.

[...]

LP: The situation with bird flu is certainly getting more concerning with the CDC confirming that a third person in the U.S. has tested positive after being exposed to infected cows. PA: Unfortunately, we’re repeating many of the same mistakes because we now know that the bird flu has made the jump to several species. The most important one now, of course, is the dairy cows. The dairy farmers have been refusing to let the government come in and inspect and test the cows. A team from Ohio State tested milk from a supermarket and found that 50% of the milk they tested was positive for bird flu viral particles.

[...]

PA: There’s a serious risk now in allowing the virus to freely evolve within the cow population. Each cow acts as a breeding ground for countless genetic mutations, potentially leading to strains capable of jumping to other species. If any of those countless genetic experiments within each cow prove successful in developing a strain transmissible to humans, we could face another pandemic – only this one could have a 58% death rate. Did you see the movie “Contagion?” It was remarkably accurate in its apocalyptic nature. And that virus only had a 20% death rate. If the bird flu makes the jump to human-to-human transition with even half of its current lethality, that would be disastrous.

[iknowwhereyousnoozeatnight]

tennis

[veinsfullofstars]

👑 Kirbtober 2024 Day 27: Control 👑

(ID: Kirby series fanart of Traitor Magolor magically manipulating a lines of plushies(?) modeled after Kirby, Bandee, King Dedede, and Meta Knight. He smiles behind his scarf, resting his head casually on one hand while puppeting his new toys around with the other, the Crown atop his head watching the spectacle with its unnerving gemstone eye. END ID.)

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Started on 10/10/24, finished on 10/13/24. | Kirbtober 2023 Comp

[turtleblogatlast]

Combining the boys’ abilities (and I mean actual combining not just using them at the same time) because I was thinking about it and wow they’re kinda cracked actually-

[ cw: death mention / def not for them though 💀]

Raph & Mikey: infinite clones (aka unbeatable) + strength completely unparalleled + infinite cloned chains + the clones are very fast and can fly + potentially reverse any damage on main shield clones or even damage in general

Mikey & Donnie: constructs that also can last much longer than usual possibly forever + potential future vision + every single cable or wire or anything of that sort has the potential to be taken over akin to Mikey’s chains + full telekinesis

Donnie & Leo: pinpoint portal/teleportation themselves or constructs just by knowing where to aim (aka instadeath for any enemy if used right) + telepathy

Leo & Raph: teleporting clones who can grow or shrink at will (which can also be instadeath like above if used right) + said clones can also act as homing spots to switch places with + potentially swap damage taken to clones

Raph & Donnie: they literally can make Voltron, but more than one + basically impossible to destroy shields + constructs can also be cloned

Mikey & Leo: freezing time and being able to move during it + heat death of the universe + “oops hey it’s other alternate iterations of us???” + this is a time and space team up you’re not winning this-

Basically any combo is an instant “you win.” I wanna go further into these combos later and maybe even add or subtract as I think more on it because there’s so many I left out and I can always extrapolate on and explain these ones more, but this was fun and these boys have terrifying powers even without combining them all together.

Seriously, should each of them train these abilities to the best they can be, there is no beating them even if they’re alone.

[izzystizzys]

Fox tags along on a smuggling bust one (1) time and subsequently wishes he’d never been decanted.

Well, he’s arrested the perp a lot more than just one time, actually, but that very first tackle into a chokehold and electrocuffs more than sufficed to turn the fates against him - the fates, and Cody, the insufferable twat. They’re not actually even batchmates, the lot of them, and going by numbers Fox was decanted long before them (long as in seconds or minutes, no one actually knows), but Seventeen put them all in a training room together and then stupid kriffing Kote looked him up and down, nodded, and hasn’t stopped calling him vod’ika since.

“Why is one of the Republic’s most wanted criminals asking to speak to you, vod’ika?”, Cody asks, without any preamble, almost making Fox cut the holocall on principle. He would, if General Kenobi wasn’t right there next to the little shit. “And why do I not like his tone?”

Fox has to resist the urge to close his eyes and scream, making do with a deep sigh instead. Force curse the day Cody decided to adopt-nap him, and Wolffe following suit immediately. “Weequay, shifty eyes, stupid fucking pirate bandana?”

Cody’s eyes narrow suspiciously, and Kenobi’s eyebrows raise simultaneously. It’s more than a little creepy.

Fox rolls his eyes so hard he sees stars. “Tell him he can go space himself, unless he wants me to do it for him. And then tell him that if he sends me fuzzy fucking socks again I might just hunt him down and do it anyways.”

Past the slide of the door, Thorn’s unmistakable cackle reaches Fox. And Cody, going by the narrowing of his eyes. “Don’t tell him that, ori’vod, he’s probably into that”, Thorn calls out, gleefully, and Force Fox really should’ve kept this to himself in the first place.

He would’ve, actually, but the constant stream of strange presents into Guard headquarters is hard to miss. It was Alderaanian chocolates, last week, which Fox pawned off on the Shinies. A box from a store with a blacked out label before that, which he launched out the window with burning ears before Thire could get a closer look at it.

“Actually”, Thorn continues, happily, “I don’t think it matters much if you do tell him anything - it’s not like the Commander has been the most graceful courtée, and that hasn’t done anything to discourage our favorite smuggler.”

“Marshall Commander”, Fox hisses, because he’s a pissy bitch, and then, because all professionalism has gone out the window anyways, “This is why Stone is my favourite.”

Thorn’s wounded gasp is lost over Kenobi’s thoughtful hum, and Cody’s patented I’m-going-to-do-something-incredibly-stupid-and-you-can’t-stop-me glare. “That would explain why we have Hondo Ohnaka accosting our troopers about your flavour preferences concerning fruit candies. But the one asking to speak to you is Cad Bane, Marshall Commander.”

The string of curses Fox lets out at that is loud enough to have Mauler stick his head in the com room to ask if everything is alright, and Thorn roll on the floor with howling laughter.

Force curse the day he ever slapped electrocuffs on Hondo Ohnaka, and double-curse the one he threw Cad Bane to the floor with a scissor leg takedown.

[greatestjubilee]

bleh

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 278

You know what I’ve gotten obsessed with and inspired by? Dredge. 

You know what is also fun? Merfolk. What’s even better? Lovecraftian corrupted merfolk. Especially if say, one goes with the Lazarus Waters being a form of ectoplasm. So, in this? Lazarus waters are like lakes, while Amity Park, thanks to the Portal, and the barriers? It is an entire sea. 

There are islands, small areas that were once the tips of buildings that have gathered more landmass around them. There are mangroves, trees not like anything on earth or anywhere else stretching up in canopies dark enough to block out the sun, yet lit by the green waters. 

It goes deep. Mariana Trench deep, despite it being impossible. The GIW have explored for caves or tunnels, they’ve tried to find some sort of explanation, but there isn’t one. 

Now all that ecto? That has an effect on people. They mutate, they change, they adapt. Anywhere else would have been a slow death- something the GIW might have even been counting on. But Amity Park? It was founded by witches, it was the hotspot for the supernatural, even before the Fentonwork Portal. They’ve been dealing with this sort of energy in microdoses from the moment they first began to live in the city in any generation. 

But they begin to adapt. Shift into something… other. Some stay contaminated, clinging to human forms as they form homes on the tiny islands, fishing and farming what they can. Others become Liminal, almost seeming to meld with fish, some similar to ones of the Living and others something just to the left. Similar yes, but not quite… right. And then there are those that have truly melded with the energy of the dead, forms torn asunder by it, ripped apart and made anew by it. 

The first sign back when the barrier was activated, when they could no longer leave and were trapped were the fish in the lake. And now they are the same, with gazes of something Else, with gnashing teeth and a hunger gnawing at where hearts once were. 

But they aren’t monsters. They’re still themselves. Just a little… Other now. 

[disposal-blueeee]

VARGASTOBER - day 1 : memories

[infinitelystrangemachinex]

Veilguard vaguing:

It's not automatically a good thing, actually, that the game de-emphasizes or even outright removes racism against elves, and bigotry against other groups, from the story