#NextOne

[flojocabron]

Demon staredown!

[kursed-curtain]

Thought I was done? Haha , no lol

More stuff with Nexton Komand who I love very dearly, and stuff with ari's 1800s stickbot OC aeschylus

Speaking of ari tho

Happy BIRTHIVERSARRY to @zerguette !!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOO

first time drawing Harold ^^ yay

And then requests from today to hopefully get me out of my art block lol

[casually-salad]

The pain from her injuries and the constant walking didnt hurt as bad as her heart did.

[housefreak]

i dont think i could have taken any worse a screen shot of that. roku grays the image slightly when its paused, you can see the bar and the fullscreen popup its absolutely wretched

[satoshi-mochida]

ONE. is now available on GOG. It is also available on Steam, Johren and for the Switch(digitally or as an Asian English physical version).

[gengahsarts]

Happy Birthday Amasawa Ikumi! お誕生日おめでとう！

January 13th

[nstile]

Happy Floors Nextone Minimalist Porcelain Tile

[story-of-nix]

Chapter 3 - A Dream of Stars and Chains

With that reassurance, I push the backrest down and close my eyes, wanting to pass the day by with a nap. I don't recall when I fell asleep, but I was welcomed by an endless plane of black with marble-like flooring. I recognize it as my personal plane of imagination, where I create and see things with my mind's eye. I wandered as if I was at home in this strange place for hours. Eventually, I am met with a mirror at the end of this mindscape, reflected in myself. The image before me looks curious, staring beyond what my physical appearance is. I gaze at what has my reflection's attention, gasping at the sight. A being made of onyx metal and etched with light. My waking mind stirs, realizing that my position has changed. A mirror turned into a window, an image no longer reflected. I reach out to the Nexton, my creation of dreams and wonder. Our fingers approach, threatening to meet and confirm suspicions that I feel deeply conflicted about. Suddenly, I am jerked away by a hand on my bicep. I jolt awake to see Nikola jostling me to wake up.

"You fell asleep quick, darling." She says with worry.

"I'm tired but don't want to leave this seat," I say while sitting beside the backrest. "I had a dream, a dream of the Nexton."

"What happened?"

"I almost touched it, me, us?" I mumble under my breath

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what if I didn't hallucinate? What if everything that happened this morning, in the waiting room, and right now was real." I state with a slight shudder. "What if I changed? What if everything in my head came out to run amuck out here?" Fear staining my voice. "Do you know what that would..."

Nikola touches my cheek, caressing it to pull me out of this fervor.

"I would stay by your side, like I always have, If it was real. I know you're scared of what has happened to you since this morning; it's so much to deal with so fast. I just want you to know that it will be okay. You will be okay. No matter what."

She shifts the car into the park and leans over, hugging me firmly over the center compartment. I pull her in, letting the feeling and warmth wash over me and my mind. With a deep breath, I pull back, steadying my breath as best I can.

"Thank you, amor. I needed to hear that."

"Of course, I will always be here for you, Xylan"" she sighs, kissing my lips. "If you need anything, call me, okay?"

"Okay," I reply before gathering my things and exiting the car.

We exchange blown kisses as I cross the street and enter the complex, finding warmth in my home and comfort in my room. The darkness and knowing where everything is gives me a sense of security. I relax into my daily routine and lose track of time. Hurc paws at my chair, looking for his final outing before clocking out for the day. Heading out, I focus on what music to use, thinking I should try something to mellow myself before sleep. Looking up, I notice color in the sky and bright lights that aren't usually there. Gazing further, my eyes are filled with a beautifully painted canvas resembling a sea filled with bioluminescence algae and fish. My mind recalls the word "Stars," suns, and planets millions upon billions of miles away. My mind begins to ache, forcing my hand to jolt to my temple. My thoughts collide with echoes while my vision splinters into two staggered images. My bones ache with new soreness, and my muscles tighten with unnatural heat. I tear my eyes away from the beautiful sight, thinking they will cause me to black out from confusion. In the corner of my vision, I see myself in the staggered image, hunched and confused. I recall my dream; a reflection turned into a window, and that same window opened. I focus on myself while the reflection does the same. Stumbling closer to this image, I reach out, hoping to whatever may be listening that this is just a dream or hallucination. Our fingers glide unsteadily towards each other, like a drunk missing the keyhole. With a grunt and sudden push, I force my hand to meet theirs. Within that moment, we meet, the imaginary grazing the real. At that moment, I felt everything stop and stare as if the very air was caught in this moment. The staggered reality sures itself as I do the same. We stand straight and lock eyes. Thoughts run through our eyes, endlessly curious and hungry to know more. I push further as the reflection does the same. The perspective of reality shakes and stumbles. The glass shatters as I go through what I assume is a plane of intangible thought and imagination. As I stumble further, I am left with a body of onyx metal etched with light. I am back where I woke up, but this time among my personal plane of thought. Clenching my fists, I feel my mind is loose and springy. Control over each plate I am adorned with, the heat from my body coursing, eb, and flowing with my emotions running high. I begin running, feeling like I could fly if I pushed hard enough, like gravity lost all meaning to me. My footfalls clanking on the false stone floor. Suddenly, I feel a burst of weightlessness take me, sending me up and down until I am surrounded by darkness from all angles.

I think of Nix and my stories with him. The beautiful ideas and fluid movements I had him perform. Swirling chains of metal danced around him like arms in our galaxy. Swinging and twisting as if a star with control over their solar flares. I take that idea and force it into motion. I try and try, but it amounts to nothing. Suddenly, gravity finds me again, pulling me down to where I should be. In a panic, I look for an answer, a way to stay in this dream-like state. Closing my eyes, not wanting this dream to end, I eventually hear someone. I hear myself.

"Come on, all this time spent connected at the grey matter, and you give up."

My eyes spring open as I feel another presence in my head—a sensation I thought had been long gone since my youth.

"Nix," I utter while falling.

"We got this, we finally got our wish." Nix echoes through my mind, sounding so sure of himself—he sounds like I always imagined him to be. We're one and the same, so stop acting like I'm the only one who can control this body."

With his words, I calmed my breath and beat my core. I feel my mind slip into my body like a suit tailored just for me. Nix shares the sensation of carrying the weight equally. I focus on my center of mass, feeling for it and extending everything I have to pull what I have of this new body upward. As if pulling a rope, I think Nix is behind me, supporting me as much as I am helping him. Together, we begin to slow and stop. Feet off the ground, we twirl and spin in place, enamored with the sensation. I feel a grin on our faces, stupid happiness resembling a child climbing to their roof and seeing the stars for the first time. We rocket upwards, letting this emotion drive us faster and higher.

The sensation of flight washing over our body like a cool and exhilarating shower. Wind in our faces in the vast emptiness induces a sense of creativity between us. A paintbrush would be on a canvas to create awe-inspiring art on a blank canvas. Streaking with a tail akin to a comet behind us, the void is filled with light. We swing our arms, guiding light to our whim, like a blade revealing a layer of unknown color and wonder beneath the surface. My breath is lost among the growing cosmos of color and light. I feel our minds lit aflame with ambition and creativity, lost in thoughts about where we could go next. Satisfied with our work, we land on the ground, gazing upon the sky, finally filled with more than endless nothingness. Suddenly, weakness and lethargy wash over me, and Nix feels the same. Understanding this might just be a dream, I let the coming dawn wash over me and succumb to the darkness that is the lucidity of reality.

[lifeneedsasoundtrack]

Tempest Studio: Friday Night

Song of the Day: March 31, 2023

“ Can't stop dancing all night long Jumpin' up! Shake it up! Move your body Don't stop the music all night long Keep it on! It's friday night ”

Additional Thoughts: Lucahjin uses this song in most of her Friday streams. It’s great way to start the weekend.

[sludgeguzzler]

woke up with cramps today and fell back asleep after taking some pain meds, and i was so deep on slumber i had multiple layers fo fight through so i could wake up

[fabuloustrash05]

WIP of my upcoming TMNT 2012 fanfic When Worlds Collide (Rewritten)

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As G’throkka waited for his lieutenant, he couldn’t help but overhear nearby conversations of his other fellow soldiers. He could tell they were the newer troops, seemingly all close to around Y’Gythgba’s age along with their more advanced armor they wore compared to the Commander’s old outdated attire. G’throkka is often not one to pry on private conversations, but this one caught his attention regarding the subject at hand.

“Once again, Y'Gythgba proves she’s the best,” one soldier says to the small group. “No wonder G’throkka picked her to be his second in command.”

G’throkka humphs with pride at that comment, assuming he would continue overhearing more indirect praise for his Lieutenant, but another female soldier gave a snicker that caught the commander off guard.

“I beg to differ,” she tells them smugly, leaning closer to her comrades, her voice more quiet, but thankfully G’throkka’s metal eye can not only enhance his eyesight, but his hearing as well. Helping listen in more clearly without them suspecting a thing as he sat many feet away from where they stood.

“Did you hear the rumors about Y'Gythgba?”

“I did,” the third one said.

“What rumors?” the first one asked, very intrigued.

“Apparently, a nexton ago she was courted by an outworlder,” the female tells them.

“Y'Gythgba?!” the soldier gasps. “You must be joking.”

The female shakes her head, giving a snarky smile, “I heard he was from a low level planet, so far behind on its technology that its own inhabitants are completely unaware of other planets beyond their galaxy, let alone life on their neighboring planets.”

“How embarrassing,” the soldier snickers, “I can’t believe she’d stoop that low.”

The commander sighs, he’s heard enough.

[kursed-curtain]

I stopped counting! But more on my whiteboard!

Yayyy my new ocs who I need to talk about lmao 💥

These two are the ones who start off the Toppat Clan in my lore ;3 Topper is a hat maker, Nexton is his right hand! (And if y'all can figure out what's special about em, hats off to you ^^)

Talkin about Harley Heartache (hv version of Harley D'arte) and since Harley D. has their big pink sniper rifle, Harley H. Gets a lil dagger!

Assorted Pike silly stuff

Stuff with @icilarastudios ! Tin and Tin communication, and also Gabe!

And stuff with Anonymous! Pike as a demon, and Pike & Liam's hats personified!

[grrlmusic]

Lanark Artefax - At the Bay (Live at Nextones Festival, Ossola Valley)

[sapphsquid]

This song is so Ridercore that I had to make a drawing about it