#Luxion

[azumetapraline]

not me thinking about gork at 4 am

my (RELATIVELY) new cool shiny v3 rarepair

[filia-floris]

Hey, if any ship goes for your requests... E2 for Kokichi and Korekiyo? 👉👈

Happy Valentine's Day!!

[mr-smyth-artanddesign-2021]

Andrietta and Andrietta GTX by Lee Rosario

[dat-physics-gal]

A leap of faith and physics

We thought for a civilization to form, one needed liquid water, a stable planet with a hot core, and tardium crystals. Apparently, this is not so.

Because we just received a vibromessage over the tachyon network from an unknown source.

Which in itself would not be too unusual. Plenty of newly realized civilizations figure out how to configure tardium to send tachyon messages across isospace. Hoping someone will answer. We always do. It always takes some time to go from simple repeating messages to understanding one another. Most civilizations don't come up with the galactic standard modulation on their own. Nor do we know their form of communication all that well, language, culture, all of that.

First contact is always a lengthy affair, until the new species is integrated into the intergalactic community. Then follows the exchange of knowledge and culture, the setting up of historical archives and sharing of starcharts. Since light travels only at luxionic speed, the charts provide a valuable look at the past. Once the new civilization has been caught up to date, things tend to settle. Updates are fewer and far in between, and culture tends to somewhat homogenize. Not completely, of course, as everyone has different living circumstances, but with all the exchange between us, some settling is bound to happen.

But we know where tardium reserves are, have felt the reverb of our scans, we know where civilizations could potentially pop up. The message we received was unusual not because its source was unknown, but because it came from a sector without any sufficient tardium deposits.

That... shouldn't even be possible!

The signal is also a bit noisy. Strange. Usually, the bigger the tardium array, the more self-stabilization should occurr. And for interstellar communication, you tend to need quite large arrays. So then why was there so much noise?

It was clearly a signal, and according to the triangulators, it came from the outer third of a dark spiral galaxy. We call them that, since they were never really observed, at least not with any isocartography. We only know they're there due to shared star charts. No idea what's going on with them at the current isotime. We can't know, without any tardium resonance to pick up.

Anyway, of course we answered. Their signal had been prime numbers, if we demodulated it correctly, followed by things we couldn't really make sense of. It was standard practice to begin communications with mathematics, and fundamental harmonics. It's strange that they did that right away, but not unheard of. We sent back primes, and then a couple of playful harmonics. Music. What we received back was weird, because we thought it was music, but it wasn't.

It turned out to be a starchart, and not just any kind. Pulsars. We sent back a chart of their galaxy, as reconstructed from several older starcharts. Then, we waited for their answer. And waited. And waited. An entire solar cycle (of our species) later, we finally got another answer.

And it just would not stop. We recognized it was a series of images, or rather, rapid successions of images, together with harmonics on a different band as well. This was video! The footage depicted a bipedal species, with symbolics next to different features. The images cycled through different body parts, with different descryptions. We had a really hard time catching and saving all the data, a task which had to be offloaded to the communal computation grid, as our own planet simply did not have the capacity to do it alone. This should have tipped us off to what we were going to be dealing with, but it didn't.

We continued, almost business as usual, just a fair bit faster. Then objects were being shown, often together with the bipedals, and their corresponding glyphics were depicted right next to them. Also, each image was accompanied by a sound file. They really made learning their language easy for us. We learned that they called themselves Humans, and their home was Earth, a planet orbiting a yellow star. They were a surface dwelling species! Those are pretty rare, as most can not survive the exposure to open space for some reason. We then sent back images and glyphics of our own, matching them in their intent. We sent images of life forms, images of our own body parts, images of objects and always accompanied by isostandard glyphics.

Usually, once communication has come to a basic understanding, the exchange of culture would begin.

But the Humans had started out with primes and starcharts, so of course, their next communication wasn't about culture. We... honestly didn't know what exactly it was, for a while. Until some of the mathematicians from across the network found patterns. They were sharing mathematics with us!

Eager to help, we sent back entire databases full of insights. They requested more soon. So we sent more. And more. And more. We wondered how they could even store all that we sent them. We asked. They sent back something we didn't understand. We hoped the mathematicians could figure it out, but nope.

Eventually, we sent steam engine configurations, as well as the corresponding heating and shunting tardion-arrays used to power them. They sent back their own designs for steam engines. And other engines that seemed similar, but shoudn't work with steam. The machine configurations, piston layouts and such, were fairly primitive. As was to be expected from a new species. But they never sent us schematics of their heating or shunting arrays. When we asked how they kept things cool without shunting arrays, they sent back another steam engine. But, when we called it that, they corrected us. What they had shown us was a heat pump. They used the opposite effect, instead of creating movement from a temperature difference, they created a temperature difference from movement. We asked them why they wouldn't just use shunting arrays. They asked what those were.

And this is how we found out why they were in dark space. Why their signal was so noisy. And why they had never depicted heating or shunting arrays in their schematics.

They had practically no tardium. They simply did not have enough of it to make arrays, as we thought all civilizations do. The largest piece of tardium they had was the centerpiece of a gigantic machine. It was about the size of a human "nail", which is a vestigial claw originally used for superior grip on one of the native plant species of their planet.

We did not know how to respond. We could not comprehend how a civilization could form without tardium crystals. They asked us if we knew where more could be found, preferably near them. We didn't understand what they meant. Then they asked us how to locate reserves. We gave them the modulations that we use to scan for the crystals' tachyon resonance.

They thanked us, and ceased their questions. Then, communication became choppy. Only occasionally would we receive an exchange of culture. Their questions about mathematics and tardium crystals ceased.

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When we first received back an answer from the deep space tachyon dish, we were extatic. And shocked. And kind of in disbelief. Nobody had really known if it would work. Still, everyone in the control room agreed that we should make sure it was really a signal, before we dropped that bombshell to the public.

We focused a couple more dyson collectors onto the dish, and changed the signal. Instead of primes and harmonics, this time, we encoded the pulsar chart, multiple times, in every encoding we could think of, and sent them all.

Only a few hours later, we received another signal from the previous location. The encoding was our own, easily recognized. With shaky hands, i pressed the 'open image file' button.

When i was greeted by a picture of the Milky Way, everyone in the room lost their collective shit.

"Holy Fuck!" "Oh my god." Someone fainted. Multiple people cried. Nobody minded any of that.

~~~

The prime administrator creased her brow. The direct line was ringing. This better be important. "Hello? Prime administrator here." From the other end, she could hear someone suppressing tears, and whimpering: "Tachyon dish project operator here. We... we."

"Everything ok over there?", she asked. What could possibly have happened that had the scientist crying? Was there an accident with the dyson swarm or something? Did people die? No, she trusted the operator of that experiment to not call unless it mattered to the entire human race.

A wet chuckle. "Better than ok. Maam? We... We're not alone."

Not alone? What does that...? Oh. OH! oh

"Are.. you sure?" Dammit. Now even her own voice was shaking.

"We sent a pulsar chart and got a beautiful image of the Milky Way back, in the same image file type. Pretty sure at this point."

~~~

The following year was downright insane. The mere confirmation that we weren't alone in the universe spurred us all on. Artists did their best to show all sides of us, scientists got together to determine what questions we should ask, even the long obsolete military awakened from its slumber, churning out tactical analyses of possible tachyon based weaponry, and how to defend against it.

Some people were panicking, others in denial, but most relished the opportunities that might open up.

Policies were made, on how to handle aliens that would come to the solar system. Tachyon mechanics, an until now unproven theory, made leaps and bounds, scientists working as hard as they could to understand it better.

The dyson collectors were turned to multiple new research projects, powering large machines that channeled vibrations into the tiny crystals we had found to pick up on tachyon vibrations. The largest one that we had discovered while asteroid mining was still in the communication dish, but the smaller shrapnel, a couple millimeters in size at the most, were being utilized.

Eventually, after a year was up, communications resumed. The linguists sent data, and worked closely with the astronomers that had made the initial transmissions. We also received back data, and the scientific community devoured every piece of information. We learned their language as fast as we could.

But our requests for the sharing of scientific knowledge appeared to fall on deaf ears. Whenever we sent natural constants, or physical laws, we got nothing back. Well, almost. Our prodding did yield one answer: How to locate the crystals. Which were apparently common? Though our scans painted a different picture. We did have some scattered about the asteroid belt, yes. But the largest one we detected was only 3cm in diameter. A little bigger than the one in the communication dish, sure, but not that much.

We came to accept this, figuring that maybe there was some kind of prime directive that forbade the sharing of further technology. Actually, perhaps we leaned a bit too far into our Star Trek analogy. Because most of us would not get it out of our heads to try to build a warp drive. Well, not really a spacetime bending drive, but something that could go faster than light. Because, obviously, thanks to our discovery, we now knew that while the speed of light may be finite, the speed of information was not.

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After ten cycles of cultural exchange, the humans sent a request for isocoordinates of the nearest known civilization to their own. This request kind of drowned in the noise, we didn't really think about it much, we just transmitted our coordinates. Turns out, the nearest ones were us, in what the Humans call the Andromeda Galaxy.

Shortly after the request, they went totally vibrosilent. We tried and tried to contact them, but to no avail. This, while tragic, was a reality of civilization, though. Extinction events could always happen. Sometimes the affected civilization would realize in advance and send a couple warnings, but nobody could help them from afar, of course. So that's what we figured happened to Humanity. Maybe their sun blew up, or they got knocked away from it by a passing object, anything could have happened.

Many cycles passed. I had aged, my once young and springy exoskeleton now wobbly and soft, though my mind was still sharp enough to crew a communications array.

None of us were prepared for the schockwave resonating through our sensor grids. Multiple arrays straight up shattered. Luckily, as big as they were, there was nobody close to them, so no deaths. What the rest of them picked up though made no sense. We could determine there was a pulse, but no normal communication had that level of power, nor resonance.

Then, half a planetary rotation later, there was a new luminance in the sky. We were about to renew our arrays and update our starchart, when the light source moved. Toward the planet.

What?

And then, my assigned communications array resonated.

"This is the Human vessel Enterprise, calling anyone on the planet. Can you read us?" the crystal sang in choppy English, the language of the Humans. The ones we thought were extinct.

I scuttled to my post at the resonator, tuning it to reply:

"This is communications, we read you, but i don't understand? We are recovering from an unprecedented resonance pulse that shattered multiple arrays, sorry if the modulation is a bit off."

The answer was swift: "Sorry about that, our engines are a bit out of tune at this point. That pulse might have been us. Glad to hear you all down there, is anyone injured?"

"Your engines? And uh. No, nobody injured."

"Yes our engines, again, we apologize for that. But glad to know everyone is alright.

Requesting permission to land on the surface."

This was a momentous occasion, which i didn't realize until later on. The entire tachyon network would eventually refer to this exact communication as a reference time. This exact moment would come to be known as 0:0 PFJ

0 Cycles and 0 rotations Past First Jump.

The only thing i remember is absently giving permission, not quite understanding what exactly they were requesting here. If i had, i would have convened with the councils beforehand.

Then, the cave began to shake. It wasn't coming from any of the arrays. It was coming from the surface.

~~~

They. They were here. The Humans were here. On the surface. Of. Of our planet. What? How?!

Most importantly, why?!

Then i remembered the stories about their exploration of the surface of their own planet. How they had sent people to their poles, despite their biology not being fit to survive there. And several did die! How they climed mountains. Made pressurized vessels to dive below the surface of their open ocean. We asked them why. They told us.

I realized at that moment, not how they were here. But why.

"Because we could, and no human had been there before," they had answered back then.

[dragon-queen21]

Trapped in a dating sim: Regressor Leon Hc's

Just finished book three for this series and decided to be self-indulgent and make some agere headcanons, thus here we are

~~~

~So I had it in my head that Leon would be a caregiver until it hit me that no, he fits the combination of a toddler in dire need of a nap and forever being stuck in his terrible twos. In other words, still causing problems for everyone involved even while regressed.

~For awhile only Luxion knew that Leon regressed, given that the AI is always with him. I think he'd soften up a bit whenever his master is feeling small and probably keep him out of harms way and out of sight to the best of his ability. Either on the Partner, or just in Leon's dorm room.

~ Now I offer you this, Who would win? A robot capable of destroying the world vs 1 sarcastic toddler.

~That one part in the manga where he gets a headband to put on Luxion- that but he keeps trying to do that to the robot whenever he's regressed. Putting small stickers on him, or a small hat, or anything else cute that he can find and manage the AI to wear. Luxion doesn't necessarily like it, but doesn't say no. Like he won't stop Leon from doing anything. Probably finds a way to blackmail him once he's big again let's be honest.

~Leon would probably throw a temper tantrum at the drop of a hat. Literally the most fussiest baby ever. So cranky over anything and everything.

~Upon Olivia and Angie finding out about his regression (which is bound to happen sooner or later) they immediately decided to take up the roles as caregivers for the regressed boy.

~Leon meanwhile is constantly trying to push his caregiver’s buttons.

~Goes to Olivia whenever he’s about to get in trouble. She’s a pushover and can never bring it in herself to get upset at Leon no matter what he does when little. Angie on the other hand has no issues putting the regressor into time out.

~Luxion meanwhile who literally just encourages the baby crimes. He just wants to watch the world burn and to make sure that Leon's happy.

~He’d host so many pretend tea parties ‘inviting’ every single one of his stuffed animals.

~Wants to brew his own tea but only manages to spill boiling water on himself and start crying over it. But then throws a fit if one of the girls tries to make him something to drink because he claims they don't know how to do it right. So instead he just pouts.

~Probably threw a pillow at the girls during a temper tantrum and felt horrible about it afterwards, but still refused to apologize until the next time he was small and the guilt was simply too much for a mentally two year old to handle.

[beornwulf]

first of my Trenchlings for Malifaux table-ready! he's just a little baby who wouldn't eat anyone.

Deliberately keeping the process simple here - paints used below the cut:

Miniature:

prime: Vallejo Grey Primer 73.601

skin: Akhelian Green

seaweed wrap: Striking Scorpion Green

mouth: Luxion Purple

eyes: Black Templar

teeth: Ushabti Bone

Base:

Daler-Rowney texture paste

prime as above

XV-88

Armageddon Dunes

drybrush: Karak Stone

rim: Rhinox Hide

tufts: Gamers Grass Dry Step set

[dumpinggroundfornonsense]

Ashton is a mixture of a Primordial and the Luxion. That’s wild shit.

[jazzanews]

Chet Baker - Budo - 1980 Bass – Riccardo Del Fra Drums – Donny Donable Piano – Dennis Luxion Tenor Saxophone – Maurizio Gianmarco Trumpet – Chet Baker #jazzmusic #trumpet #chetbaker #superjam #music #jazzlegend #musiclegend #jazznews  #videooftheday #jazz

[nerdyogre]

Small update on more Elves. Been an absolutely fuckawful fortnight so not a lot got done. Tried a new thing with the cloaks where it's drybrushed up rather than extreme highlights and it's okay. Luxion Purple, layer daemonette hide, drybrush genestealer purple, drybrush dechala Lilac. Pity I am too much of a fucking potato to play games. Gold is Retributor Armor, Guilliman Flesh contrast, then Auric Armour Gold. Followed by like runefang steel as an extreme highlight, iirc.

[cowardlybean]

i finally made some splat ocs n i fell in love with them

they were originally only for ma but now they got they own lives n shit

so we have: crater (inkling, she/her), solarbeam (they/them, inkling), dyna (octoling, she/he), and luxion "lux" (octoling, he/him) | they do silly things together

i hc that inklings n octolings don't have a lot of creativity when it comes to naming, so that's why their names r like that (they get nicknamed and that's how the more unique names r born)

also my art skills are p decent now so i might make them real later

also im into bayonetta (origins) n dnd now! we're starting a campaign soon but it's a bit stressful learning the stuff hehe

srry for dumping! mouse for compensation

honestly I would *love* to make my own splatoon oc (technically I did, he was an octoling based on oarfish) but I haven’t quite thought of how to make any based on my favorite sea creatures </3 actually that gets me thinking,, what happened to aquatic mammals?? Anywho

a friend of mine has also been getting into bayonetta :D so I have. Base level knowledge at best lmfaooo

[bakudanma]

[ID: a tweet made by twitter user Luxion 🌹🎲🗺️🔎(@/luxion912) reading: {the lone rarepair shipper will find an ancient alternate spelling of their ship name granting them two additional, previously unseen artworks, which will sustain them for years to come} /End ID]

[decmultiverse]

En medio de un vasto desierto de roca oscura, bajo la tenue luz de tres lunas que colgaban como vigilantes fríos sobre un paisaje desolado, Gareth avanzaba en silencio, su figura recortada contra el vacío. El suave sonido de sus botas al impactar el suelo rocoso se mezclaba con el eco lejano de sus propios pensamientos, pensamientos cargados de recuerdos y, en cierta forma, de arrepentimientos. Aquellos días, aquellos momentos cruciales en los que se había visto forzado a hacer una elección, una elección que lo había marcado a fuego y que ahora, en la soledad de aquel paisaje inhóspito, regresaba a su mente como un susurro persistente.

Gareth exhaló, observando las estrellas y los lejanos mundos entre ellas. Uno de esos mundos contenía aún los vestigios de una lucha antigua, una batalla donde él había tenido que decidir entre su deber y su lealtad hacia Fre4k, el ser que alguna vez fue su amigo y, en otro tiempo, casi como un creador. Fre4k no era solo un nombre; era la esencia misma de una entidad cuya forma y propósito transcendían lo mortal. Fre4k había sido un ser de inmenso poder y conocimiento, y Gareth sabía que, en el fondo, había aprendido tanto de él como Fre4k de Gareth. Pero en el momento decisivo, Gareth había sentido el peso de su misión y había tomado una decisión brutal: había traicionado a su creador, a su amigo, y lo había desterrado, sellándolo en una dimensión oculta, una prisión entre el tiempo y el espacio donde solo su forma conocida como Fre4k podía perdurar. Todo lo demás había sido consumido en el sacrificio.

Gareth dejó caer su mirada hacia el suelo, recordando esa última vez que se habían enfrentado. Fre4k, en su forma oscura y aterradora, había intentado imponer su voluntad sobre Gareth, había buscado consumirlo en un todo que les haría uno solo, pero Gareth se resistió. Sabía que había algo más allá de Fre4k; un nombre, un recuerdo, una antigua esencia. "G4C". Aquella entidad dentro de él, la forma primordial que había sido su poder último, su verdadero ser. Sin embargo, al enfrentarse a Fre4k y a la promesa de su destrucción, Gareth se dio cuenta de que la única manera de derrotarlo era sacrificar aquella forma pura y poderosa, sellándola junto con Fre4k, dejándolo incompleto, fragmentado y solo.

Continuó caminando, el frío de la noche atravesando su chaqueta de combate, su aliento formando nubes de vapor que desaparecían en la oscuridad. Se preguntó si Fre4k, en aquel espacio vacío y sin tiempo, sentía alguna vez el dolor de su traición, si recordaba alguna vez aquellos momentos en que ambos se aventuraban juntos, explorando los secretos del universo, enfrentándose a retos que ninguna otra criatura podría comprender. Gareth recordó cómo Fre4k le había enseñado sobre las energías del cosmos, sobre el poder del Luxion y la tecnología antigua que ambos habían tratado de desentrañar. Su traición había sido necesaria, o al menos eso se había dicho a sí mismo innumerables veces. Pero ahora, al mirar las sombras que danzaban bajo la luz pálida de las lunas, no podía evitar sentir el peso de lo que había hecho.

De repente, una vibración recorrió el suelo bajo sus pies, sacándolo de sus pensamientos. Gareth se detuvo, agudizando sus sentidos, activando automáticamente la percepción aumentada que le permitía captar detalles que cualquier otro habría pasado por alto. Un sonido distante, como el rugido de una bestia de metal, le llegó desde el horizonte. Un dragón metálico, una de las tantas criaturas que patrullaban el desierto espacial, estaba cerca. Apretó los puños y se preparó, pero entonces, una sensación extraña lo embargó, algo más profundo que el temor o el instinto de combate. Era un recuerdo, una emoción encapsulada en un fragmento de memoria: la última vez que había sentido esa energía, esa esencia. Era Fre4k.

Gareth cerró los ojos, dejando que las memorias inundaran su mente. En aquel entonces, cuando selló a Fre4k, había sentido una tristeza indescriptible. Fre4k había sido más que un enemigo; había sido un guía, un ser cuya inteligencia lo desafiaba a cada paso. La última mirada de Fre4k antes de quedar atrapado en aquella dimensión fue casi de reproche, pero también de un entendimiento tácito. "Así debe ser", había susurrado Fre4k en aquel momento, su voz resonando en los oídos de Gareth, no con palabras, sino con pura intención.

Y ahora, ahí estaba Gareth, rodeado de la inmensidad del espacio, reconociendo su propia soledad. Se preguntaba si Fre4k aún pensaba en él, si su esencia atrapada en aquel limbo maldito había encontrado la paz o si, como él, recordaba las traiciones y las lealtades rotas. Pero también pensaba en G4C, su otra mitad, la versión de sí mismo que había sellado, sacrificando una parte de su alma para vencer a Fre4k. Gareth nunca había sentido un vacío tan grande como cuando renunció a G4C; era como si parte de su fuerza vital se hubiera perdido junto con esa forma. En aquel entonces, había sentido la presencia de G4C como una extensión de sí mismo, una sombra omnipresente de su ser que lo hacía completo, un equilibrio de luz y oscuridad, pero ahora, se encontraba solo, fragmentado.

El eco de pasos resonó detrás de él, y se giró, sorprendido. Frente a él, una figura se materializó en el aire, una sombra translúcida, apenas visible, como un reflejo distorsionado de sí mismo. Era G4C, o al menos, lo que quedaba de él. Su forma era apenas un espectro, pero sus ojos, aquellos ojos profundos y brillantes, lo miraban con la intensidad de una estrella moribunda. Gareth dio un paso hacia adelante, extendiendo una mano, pero la figura se desvaneció, dejando solo un rastro de energía pura que lo envolvió, llenándolo de una fuerza que casi había olvidado.

"¿Es esto una prueba?", murmuró Gareth, sintiendo cómo la energía de G4C fluía en su interior, reavivando recuerdos, poder y dolor en igual medida. Sabía que G4C aún estaba atrapado, igual que Fre4k, en esa dimensión oscura donde sus destinos estaban entrelazados. Pero por un instante, una chispa de esperanza se encendió en su corazón. Quizá, solo quizá, había una manera de traerlos de vuelta, de reconciliarse con su pasado y de restaurar lo que había sido perdido.

Volvió la mirada al horizonte, donde las primeras luces del amanecer comenzaban a asomar. Gareth respiró hondo, con una nueva determinación. Su traición, su sacrificio y sus decisiones lo habían llevado hasta ese punto, y ahora tenía una misión más: enfrentarse a su propia historia, a Fre4k y a G4C, y, si era posible, recuperar las partes de su ser que había perdido.

-Gareth es conocido como "GAC Error Sans"-

[fmpmelissa]

BLOG - Keyshot

Referring to my previous research into the centaur model by SCULPTOONER (2023), I stumbled upon a unique tool that achieves stunning shots: KeyShot (2022). Interested in its usage, I delved deeper to explore its capabilities. KeyShot (2022) is a versatile software widely embraced across creative industries, known for its real-time rendering and animation capabilities, particularly used in marketing and design. Its easy integration with popular software like Maya and Blender adds to its appeal, offering students like myself a powerful platform to showcase our work. As a student looking to join the games industry, KeyShot's (2022) ability to produce captivating renders is invaluable. Renowned artists like JONSIBAL (2024) have long used KeyShot (2022) to bring their car art pieces to life, highlighting its widespread usage in the creative community. Even for students like Evie Webster (2024), who may not fully utilize its features, applying KeyShot (2022) to their work such as lighting can still yield impressive results. While I've now joined a group project, the potential of using KeyShot (2022) for future portfolio projects remains promising.

Evie Webster (2024). Stylised Skull Spider (Inspired by Sea of Thieves!) [Digital Art]. Retrieved from https://www.artstation.com/artwork/xD9Y3W   Luxion. (2022). KeyShot [Computer software]. Retrieved from https://www.keyshot.com/ 

SCULPTOONER (2023). Centaur Vanguard standing with axe-3d printable miniature [Digital Art]. Retrieved from https://www.artstation.com/artwork/lDEmaV 

JONSIBAL (2024). Take me away [Facebook Post]. Retrieved from https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=985450149615156&set=a.197985748361604 

[dragon-queen21]

How “Self-indulgent” is too self-indulgent? Because I really, really, really want to write an agere fic for trapped in a dating sim, and also just want to ramble on and on about the series, even though I doubt that anyone here is even into it and I doubt that anyone would even be interested other than myself. But still- the brainrot is real and it hasn’t been this way in forever I swear!

Just started reading book three, this series has no right to be this good, especially as something I picked up originally more or less a joke.

Leon is such an arsehole, but at the same time, I love him, and he’s such a well written character that you can’t help but love him.

Because he’s thrown into horrible situations where morally the right thing is to back down and apologize, walk away, do anything other than what Leon does, but it’s exactly why I love him because he feels human. There’s moments where he genuinely cares about the people around him and opens up to them slowly and I love that. And this book is so much better than your basic harem/isekai

He’s also such a bean and so baby coded. Being a suck up to his Master and really only valuing his skill in making tea. My guy literally starts pouting in the middle of tea party because the cup of tea he was served was better than anything he could do.

Him arguing with Luxion, at one point the robot calls him out about his responsibilities and sympathizes with the amount of work being forced upon him, but then also reminds him how he was the one to say he was an adult. And literally his response is, “I still have the heart of a child.” And I just- fhdofhasoisfhsoi baby- absolutely baby coded, and you can’t change my mind about it.

You can’t tell me that Luxion isn’t overly protective of Leon as well, because if he has to be stuck with a human, might as well be one that despises other humans as well. Over protective much whenever Leon’s small. I mean he is usually following leon around anyways, but he’d soften up around him I feel.

[goevol44]

Kozarec za vino RCR Aria 38 / 46 / 72 / 79 cl

Kozarec za vino RCR Aria Je vrh ponudbe kolekcij RCR, zasnovan za vrhunsko mizno opremo. Tanke debeline so zelo odporne na udarce zaradi visoke gostote patentiranega materiala Luxion®. Dizajn skodelice v kotu največje ukrivljenosti nakazuje pravilno raven vina, ki ga želite natočiti, medtem ko stožčasti spodnji del kozarca omogoča, da cenite barvne gradacije v njihovem največjem sijaju.

[strangefocus]

Leon Fou Bartfort is a Witch of Rage.

This was a pretty quick one to classpect, his default perspective throughout the anime has been one of rejecting his reality. He is constantly critical of the society he lives in and of the authenticity of those in his setting. Leon also proves himself to be ragebound with his choice of both social and combat tactics, he chooses to play the scumbag in order to knock opponents off their game. In essence he is manipulating the rage within his enemies, the first hints of witch. Another expression of Leon being a witch is Luxion.

Witches and heirs are shown to have a tendency to attach themselves to familiars, though the details are slightly different. Witches usually have one familiar and Luxion fits that designation perfectly.

Witches have a tendency to be an appreciated other, one who is separate from others by way of their aspect. Leon continues to cement himself as a witch in this manner as well, many have shown to have a distaste of interacting with Leon due to his rage-inducing personality. Even so, he is counted on time and time again.