#Sky City- One

[feetlovrpuppygirl]

"One." From my rest, I came back into awareness. My eyes clicked open and my gears whirred. Steam boiled inside my stomach, exiting my body through a hornlike appendage on my head.

"Yes, miss?" I smiled at the woman before me.

"It's just time to wake up, dear." There's a hint of worry in her eyes.

"Oh." My smile falters a bit. "I'll take care of that later."

"I'm not an engineer for no reason, One." The woman chuckles. "It's fine, let me look at it. Haven't done anything practical in awhile, anyway."

I hesitate for a moment, then give in. "Okay, miss. Is it okay if I perform my duties first?"

She shakes her head. "I've meant to crack you open for awhile. I don't know how long it's going to take. We're starting now."

"Okay." Far be it from me to disagree with her choices. It's my job to work here after all.

She led me to the workbench she had abandoned all those years ago, when she had lost her passion. This was a dark comfort that I would only ever admit to my keeper. My original creator lost me because she wouldn't give up the workbench, and I know that miss wouldn't lose me the same way.

She pried my chest open with the flat end of a sccrewdriver, and observed all the moving parts within me.

"Some of your gears are grinding, and your metronome is weighed down by oil. Are there any other issues you've had recently?" She was speaking into my stomach, her voice reverberating inside my brass body. It was strange.

"The gears might be for my neck. I lost motion in that some time ago." Was it with my creator? I can barely remember moving my neck, but I can remember being able to move it when I was first created.

"One, you need to tell me these things."

"I tried to fix them. My arms just... don't have the range of motion required."

"Then tell me." Miss looked serious and sounded frustrated.

"Okay." Next time I would.

Miss left the room for a moment. I sat and waited. It's much less tolerable to be alone when I'm not asleep.

She returned a few minutes later with parts from her room upstairs. "These are very well organized and labeled, One." She cooed. "Good job."

The sudden warmth would've made me blush if I could. "Thanks, miss."

"You always do, I mean, just... sometimes I see what you've done around here and just say 'wow'." She leans down into my stomach again. "I'm gonna pull out your metronome."

Her hand slowed as it emerged from my chest. My mind started to feel sluggish. Her mouth moved rapidly, at a pace I couldn't even perceive as more than a twitching, but I heard the sound, warbled and unintelligible. Everything felt too fast to comprehend but so painfully slow. Her hands moved inside my chest.

A click would be accompanied by a loss of feeling in my arm, which seemed to fall like a feather, before it clanged against my side and I could feel the bounces as it hit my body as mere vibrations. Another click gave the feeling back.

As she clicked something I couln't see back into my chest, time stabilized itself. "...should be feeling better now."

"I am." I tilt my head for the first time in a while.

"Tell me next time." She tenderly closed my chest, concealing my wiring and pipes inside again.

"I will. Thank you, miss." I pull her into a hug.

[lightningbig]

sorry twilight princess will always be eating holes in my brain. constantly and forever. I cannot ever be normal about it.

it's such a haunted game. you are a dead thing going through a dead world. you are something in between. you can go back but it will never be the same. you will never be the same. you are walking, constantly, through ghosts of what came before. you are exploring places long forgotten. you are the only one on this path because there is no one else that can walk it. you were just a farm boy. you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. right place at the wrong time? wrong place at the right time? you were just supposed to deliver a sword.

[icewindandboringhorror]

I made a few new wax seal stamps out of clay (like the ones I did for my worldbuilding stuff forever ago), this time just of random symbols that I thought might look good done in the style of painting over the raised part of the wax or etc. :0c Some of them aren't carved deep enough to really show up that well, but overall they worked okay for being clay lol

[cassianandfenrysaremyboyos]

Ithan, Flynn, Declan and Tharion all share one braincell between them, and it's most commonly used by Dec (who only has it because he borrowed it from his boyfriend Marc, the only one with any common sense). Ithan's only ever used it once. Tharion has never used it ever.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 168

So. Apparently halfas are like phoenixes or something, which Danny would’ve really liked to know. 

See, usually with ghosts if they’re forced to retreat to their cores they reform as was, but apparently, since they’re still partially living, schrodinger's people and all that, halfas have to regrow their body from scratch. At least that’s what he’s understanding from Frostbite. 

But how come he has to deal with it? It’s Dan’s fault for trying to pull such a stunt! Oh, it’s either him or Vlad? Well fuck, he might have calmed down and is going to therapy in both the living realm and the Zone, but he’s waaay not equipped to raise a child except for like, monetarily wise. 

Well dammit, how long will this core incubation thing last, he has his new job in… let him check which offer he accepted again… He has his new job in Coast City that he needs to finish packing for and then all the rest of the stuff to do. 

What do you mean it’ll take months?! He doesn’t have months?! Urgh, fine. At least being a mortician isn’t that exciting, nor dangerous. Just hand him Dan’s core and he’ll figure things out for the living side of things. He’s sure Tucker and Sam wouldn’t be against helping, if only to try and claim favorite aunt or uncle spots. 

[kenniteh]

Like ants in a line, Like ducks in a row.

[rynnerie]

The Flower-Crowned Martial God, Xianle

[bingsucks]

headcanon that bruce forgot to come up with an excuse for why he has scars on his chest and then in the immediate aftermath becomes the most INVOLVED CISGENDER ACTIVIST because of how the media treats him for being hypothetically trans

[dailycupofcreativitea]

Drawing is genuinely the only thing in my life that can push past the giant cloud of "blah" that constitutes my feelings, the only time I can actually get in touch with feelings I normally can't put a finger on, the only thing that makes me feel alive

Genuinely believe I was put on this earth to make art

[emaadsidiki]

NYC 🗽

[smoak-luthor]

I’m finally watching The 100 ~yes it’s a bit late I know but when Clexa was a thing I still thought I was straight so I kinda didn’t care about them. But a few weeks ago I was talking to a friend and she said I should watch it cause it’s part of the “sapphic culture” .. 😅

I have to admit overall the show is way better than I thought it would be but today I watched the episode that Lexa died. GOD IT WAS SO FRUSTRATING. Of course I knew she would die but the way they decided to kill her was so stupid. A stray bullet?! Really?!? I thought she was going to die in battle or something!!! Lexa had so much potential and she’s more interesting than like 90% of the characters! And I love her relationship with Clarke. It made me so upset that they didn’t have more scenes together.. Did they really killed her just for shock value? Is that one of the reasons why people were so mad when it happened?

ANYWAYS

I have so much to talk about this show but it’s 2024 and I’m pretty sure no one gives a fuck anymore.. 😅

[froggychair05]

“Kind words and lies won’t save your head

This time around”

- Debt Collector by Jhariah

[blue-shy]

Lies Of P, St. Frangelico Cathedral Chapel

[ruvviks]

Following the chilling conclusion of All That's Left's first season, Mac and Layla and their friends find themselves scattered across a divided Los Angeles a year after their successful return to town. Matrix Corp has taken control— "With humanity's best interest in mind"— but with our protagonists' knowledge of Opportunity's destruction and Houston's unexpected fall, they know better than to trust the corporation and its near military-sized security force. Closed district gates separate them from one another and a new threat lurks just outside the city's walls— but resistance is on the rise, and it is only a matter of time before truth comes out. [SEASON ONE HERE]

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[enden-agolor]

fan art i drew of aiden dying in a glue trap

[volivolition]

wiggles my fingers at you ouuuu… you want to tell me about solace so bad…

HKJGG wiggles my fingers back lovingly!!! i really do, i fuckin LOVE solace :3 hey did you know i really like making fake skill descriptions?

SOLACE

Follow the north star. Find light in even the darkest places. Cool for: Optimists, Recovering lost souls, Sweet summer children

Solace is the skill you tucked away long ago, at the bottom of Pandora's box. The little one that tells you: despite it all, there is still hope. It needs a lot of nurturing -- and it's far from being the most helpful for police work -- but taking care of it is basically self-care. It enables you to find the glow in yourself that you often ascribe to gold lungs or brilliant halos in others. It encourages you to wake up and watch the sunrise, to play board games with someone you love, to forgive yourself and let yourself be a gentler kind of animal. Constantly looking forward to a brighter future, it also helps shield your morale from damage.

At high levels, Solace gives you a heightened sense of childlike optimism - which isn't always the sense to lead with in this precariously harsh world. Always looking for the bright side will blindside you with naivety. At low levels, however, you may just extinguish whatever keeps your soul alight. You've already lost her once. You may not survive the desolation if you let her disappear again.