#Survivor: Edge of Extinction
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At least chris was kinda smart and a genuine comp beast 🫠
I guess. And I don’t remember Chris being annoying like Jag but then again, I don’t really remember Chris at all 😭
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I know the chances of it happening are minuscule to nil, but since Power of the Doctor established the Edge of Existence, I just think it would be really neat to see Fifteen meeting all of the previous surviving Doctors there. They all collectively refuse to give any useful advice because "This is your show now, go and be brilliant, Doctor!" but Fifteen and Nine do share a bonding moment over leather jackets being fantastic.
#doctor who#they don't offer any useful advice but they do have a lot of thoughts about clothes though#six and eleven both pitch for a more muted outfit this time around while thirteen thinks they should go all out and have fun with their loo#eight is against robes of any kind while four is for any long and draping outerwear#seven recalls the utility of umbrellas and umbrella-shaped objects while ten and fourteen debate pinstripes versus tartan#twelve reiterates that it's all up to fifteen now but does slip them a pair of sunglasses for cool entrances#the one thing they all agree on is a good pair of running shoes. there's always an awful lot of running to do.#this post brought to you by that old clip of a freshly regenerated fifteen asking what the hell is going on#while standing against a sky backdrop that sort of looks like the edge of existence#this post also brought to you be me really wanting to see nine again#the number of times i almost typed edge of extinction instead of edge of existence#was chibnall watching survivor when he wrote power of the doctor
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i miss themed seasons </3
#like the reveal at the very beginning !!#i love new era it’s really cool dont get me wring#*wrong#but i miss the theming!!#the seasons being discernible by name and not just number#it was so cool!!#david vs goliath#edge of extinction#winners at war#etc!!#survivor#survivor cbs#reef rewatches survivor#reef sys
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Platonic Yandere Zombie
the world had changed overnight. What once felt like a routine of mundane days was now a crumbling wreck of chaos and fear. You'd learned the hard way that trust was rare, and those who remained had to cling to each other like survivors in a shipwrecked storm. It was in this apocalypse that you met him— him, the zombie who wasn’t like the others.
At first, you thought he was just another mindless creature, but his eyes—they held something else. Humanity, buried beneath layers of decay and rot. He didn’t lunge for you like the others. No, instead, his gaze followed you with a sort of cautious curiosity. You had learned to avoid the infected, but something about him felt different, like he was still... waiting for something.
Over time, you realized he wasn’t a threat—not to you, at least. He would follow from a distance, keeping pace with your movements. Sometimes, when you found food, he would silently stand by, watching, waiting, as if unsure whether to approach. You never let him near, not wanting to take any risks, but you’d occasionally leave small scraps of food near him, watching as he would greedily eat. Maybe it was some form of respect between two creatures left on the brink of extinction.
You could never understand why he acted the way he did, but in the stillness of the night, when the world around you was deathly quiet, you’d sometimes hear a low, gravelly sound—a sort of groan that wasn’t one of hunger or rage. It was something else. A plea. Or maybe an understanding. You weren’t sure.
You had no idea what the future held for the two of you, but you found comfort in his silent company, knowing that there was something pure in his strange, broken existence. Even in the apocalypse, where every day felt like a battle for survival, you weren’t alone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The night had fallen heavy, the kind of quiet that set the air thick with unease. You weren’t sure if it was the dark or the eerie feeling that crept up your spine, but something didn’t feel right. The sounds of the world outside the remnants of the abandoned building were too still. You’d been scavenging alone for the better part of the afternoon, trying to find anything useful for the coming days, but your luck had run out when you ventured a little too far.
There was a growl. Low at first, but unmistakable—the sound of something hungry.
Your heart raced as you glanced over your shoulder, and you cursed under your breath. A small group of infected had stumbled into your path, eyes glassy with the unmistakable hunger of the mindless. They were slow but relentless, shambling closer as you backed up into a corner of the wreckage. You had no way out.
Your hands shook as you pulled out the small knife you had left, knowing it wouldn't do much but buy you a few moments of time. Sweat beaded on your forehead, and you instinctively looked for any possible escape route. There was none.
Then, you heard it—the unmistakable sound of slow, heavy footsteps. Not from the infected, but from something else.
Through the dim light, you could just make out a figure standing in the doorway, a hulking silhouette in the shadows. His eyes glowed faintly, an eerie amber hue in the night. He hadn’t followed you in, not yet. But he was there—watching. The zombie, the one you’d come to think of as your strange companion, was standing at the edge of the room, a safe distance away, his rotting body frozen as he observed the situation.
Your breath caught in your throat. Panic set in as the infected grew closer. You weren’t going to make it. Not without a miracle.
But then—something shifted. The zombie moved.
He lunged forward with a speed that didn’t seem possible for his decaying body. The infected nearest to you turned with a screech, distracted by the powerful grip he locked onto the closest one’s throat. With a swift motion, he tore into it, blood splattering in the dim light as he threw the body aside. His movements weren’t graceful, but they were furious, driven by some primal instinct.
The rest of the infected hesitated for a moment, unsure what to make of this sudden and unusual threat, but then they advanced, hungry as ever. You didn’t have time to wonder why he was doing this. With a sudden snarl, he threw himself into the fray, his torn clothes snagging on the rubble as he tore apart the infected with vicious determination.
Your legs gave way, and you sank to the floor, watching in shock and awe as the zombie you’d come to know as nothing more than a silent, broken creature fought to protect you. His twisted form—decaying, damaged—had become a weapon, a force of nature. And you were the one he was fighting for.
The sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing filled the room, and it wasn’t long before only the silence of the aftermath remained. The air was thick with blood, and the scent of death lingered heavily.
He stood over the last of the fallen, breathing heavily—if it could even be called breathing. His glowing eyes turned to you, and for the first time, you could swear you saw something like recognition there. It wasn’t a deep understanding or a moment of clarity. It was more like an unspoken bond, something only the two of you could comprehend.
You didn’t speak. You didn’t have to. Slowly, you stood up, your legs still trembling from the terror of the moment. You wiped a trembling hand across your face, feeling the sweat and blood mix, but you were alive.
And in that moment, you knew something had changed between you and the zombie—something stronger than fear, stronger than the darkness of the world. He hadn’t saved you out of any need for survival or hunger. He had saved you because, for reasons you couldn’t explain, he had chosen to.
The question of what this strange bond meant would come later. But for now, you were alive. And in the chaos of the apocalypse, that was enough. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ink here! We have a lot of drafts and ideas that we will be posting! Scribe has a platonic pirate story that is being edited right now that she can't wait but to post! It is a pretty big one so it may take a bit! But I hope you enjoyed this one! Yours truly, Ink
#platonic yandere#yandere zombie#zombie#yandere monster#yandere male#yandere#yandere platonic#post apocalyptic#yandere x reader#platonic yandere x reader
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the crossover no one asked for but (i) desperately needed: dungeon meshi/survivor
tribe breakdowns and first tribal results because you KNNOOOW falin's gonna be one of those "everyone else here deserves it more!!!" first outs. she probably beefs a section of the first physical challenge and assumes a majority of the blame despite everyone else saying otherwise
edge of extinction for an excuse to 1. make falin hang out with anyone else who gets eliminated and 2. the juicy drama of who comes back from the edge of extinction post-merge looking absolutely FUCKED UPPPP and *hungry*......to WIN
marcille also wears her buff as a little bow scrunchie around her partial ponytale ala my favorite winner, bob <3
kabru is doing amazing pre-merge forging alliances and the second the merge hits and he has to meet laius it's so joever. kabru is crazy and wants him OUT but he can't propose it without sounding like he's playing too hard. he is constantly looking for immunity idols.
chilchuck follows show rules to a T: you can rifle through anyone and everyone's shit as long as you don't steal anything! he is also constantly looking for an immunity idol. he lies about his job, his family, EVERYTHING is kept up tight during down time. BUSINESS.
so my opinion is: unless you got senshi out pre-merge, he is winning. he is just going to win just like bob. he's affable, he's capable, he's smart -- give! the dilf! the million dollars!
and finally: no matter what happens. the second that there is a food auction, a food reward, a food anything - marcille activates every cell in her body bc she wants to win so badly. there ain't many cells to activate after withering away but she wants it!!
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Hi may I request something like twd (any character) and a ghost reader who is like haunting them just for fun.. reader is sort of mysterious and cryptic but overall he just wants to mess with them :3 Idk how it would work but I couldn’t get rid of the idea in my head
Harmless Pranks, Little Thoughts
Daryl Dixon x Ghost!M Reader
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Summary: You are quite the formidable ghost from your years behind a desk, however, you find that the afterlife gets boring rather quickly. When you stumble across a man in the forest, struggling to survive, how can you resist a little harmless fun?
Warnings: Animal death, canon typical violence, and implied death.
Word Count: 1.1K
A/N: Long time no see!
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Earth is quite ugly these days. The cracked asphalt was steaming underneath your feet, but you simply sighed, walking alongside broken down cars. Some had weeds curling around their tires, holding them in place. Nature had long overtaken civilization by the ten year mark of humanity’s extinction event. Any survivors had scattered, chased away by slow, blubbering undead.
Said creatures weren’t hard to relax among once the odor stopped bothering you. Strange, how one of the only senses that stayed with you was smell. They only had mind for the living, no discrimination as long as it had flesh and blood for their teeth to rip to pieces. Otherwise, they just… existed as eyesores. You squinted at a rather unfortunate one, trapped by a seatbelt, doomed to scratch at air until a merciful survivor put it out of its misery. It gnashed its teeth, its jaw uncomfortably visible against gaunt skin. A few steps further and you were met with the edge of a forest, closer than you remembered. The grass didn’t sink when you breached the treeline, nor did sticks prick your arms, and you whistled as loud as your lips would let you.
You brushed your fingers against the bark of trees, seeing the ridges rippled underneath them. Sometimes, if you focused enough, you could almost feel how it would have been if you were alive again. There were some scratches, naturally put and then those which seemed too precise. A bear couldn’t knick away the outer layer to access inside it, straight lines cutting windows in pine. Leaves had been crushed underfoot, meticulous, pressed into the grooves of a boot sole. This only gave you a matter of seconds to flinch back as a breeze whisked past your face– metal glinted in the sun, sharp and sleek. You could practically feel its feathered end tickling your nose. Then, it was gone as quick as it came, hitting its mark with a squeak!
A gruff voice grumbled, “Hello, dinner.”
Years of floating around hadn’t gotten rid of your instincts– hell, you had seen one too many survivors suffer gory deaths to play around. You ducked behind the vandalized pine, watching as a squirrel landed on the dirt, the arrow piercing straight through its eye. Footsteps approached and a hairy, uniquely human hand grasped the corpse. The smell of sweat, blood, and dirt filled your nose; fitting for a survivor. In this world, you supposed you couldn’t judge. Shoulder-length brown hair framed hardened yet passionate eyes, with gray peppering the stubble on his chin. Old for a survivor but still alive and kicking, you noted.
The man gently pulled the arrow out of his target, blood dripping in crimson rivers as he placed it back in his quiver, reaching down to tie the squirrel to his leather bag. Another, equally sized rodent shared the same fate. Its fur blew in the wind, dull; a simple decoration on a cold corpse. He lifted his crossbow easily, taking his view to the sky above, searching for a new target.
Thus, an idea sparked in your mind; unexpected and brilliant in the moment. Mischievous, sure, but when have you ever been opposed to some fun? If anything, being nothing but floating air piqued such interests by thousands. It took energy to physically manifest yourself– kind of like working out. The more you did it, the easier it got, you told yourself. Your eyebrows scrunched and your stomach clenched as you stomped your foot down with a crack, splitting a runt of a stick in half. Despite its size, the noise echoed throughout the atmosphere, bouncing off of rocks until it dissipated.
The aftereffects were immediate, dizziness slamming into you like a freight train. You tried to lean on the tree for support, but you were as solid as smoke, and the wood simply phased through your body. The man whipped his attention towards you, crossbow pointed, but no amount of arrows could get rid of you. Perhaps, that is what started your obsession with Daryl, when you looked back on it. A man that only protruded sharp edges and weight on his back, yet had survived with the burden for so long. You looked down at your dress shirt, bloody, ruined from when a customer had lunged for your neck. It still had your name pinned to the black tie.
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Carol slammed the door shut behind Daryl, crossing her arms in the most private space they could have in the settlement, “Something’s been up with you lately, Daryl.”
“Ain’t nothing wrong with me,” he said, shrugging, but his tone held no annoyance.
You floated through the door, watching as a shiver went up Carol’s spine at your passing. She shifted her weight and continued, “I’ve just noticed you’ve been jumpy, that’s all. You know you can talk to me if something’s bothering you, right?”
That bothersome thing, you knew, was obvious. Harmless pranks, some basic and some ingenious, but none that ever harmed the man. Not anything that did more than attract a lone walker, which is what you learned survivors called them now, at any rate. Hiding an arrow, Dog’s toy– why is a dog’s name Dog, anyway– or knocking on the walls occasionally. Sure, Daryl was jumpy, who wouldn’t be in a world like this? However, over time, he got accustomed to your antics, so much so that he did not react to them nearly as satisfying as previously. You had to go bigger, better, each time.
“Yeah, yeah. I got it.”
“There’s only one in a million things that can scare you these days.”
Mhm, that’s right. You are– were– a one in a million office worker; the sentiment was baffling. If only your boss thought the same, you chuckled.
However, what was once a likely source of pride for the arrogant prick lost in the winds of time… now only cast deep shadows underneath Daryl’s eyes as the man glanced at his feet. His face had permanent wrinkles where his eyebrows touched his nose, ingrained like inked tattoos on his skin.
It was then, in the swirl of conflicting emotions painting Daryl’s face, that your fingers twitched. It was then, past Carol’s careful exit, that you yearned. Such a strong instinct, akin to fear and overtaking greed, gripped you. Your surroundings felt less dim and you felt more alive than you have in the many, many years prior. For the first time, you had the urge to clasp his cheeks and to comfort the man whom you suspected rarely ever felt a gentle touch. Not to prank, not to scare, not to dance around like a jester for eternity– the desire melted your body like chocolate. As the air gave way to your ghostly form, parting under your fingertips, you realized that the Earth was a little less ugly with Daryl in it.
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Xenoblade Chronicles X: Definitive Edition — "The Year is 2054" Trailer
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Xenoblade Chronicles X: Definitive Edition will launch for Nintendo Switch on March 20, 2025 worldwide
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Originally available on the Wii U system, this definitive version of the game comes to the Nintendo Switch system with enhanced visuals, added story elements, new characters, new Skell mechs to unlock and more.
The year is 2054. Earth has been destroyed by an intergalactic war between two alien races, and humanity is on the brink of annihilation. A small number of survivors, aboard the USS White Whale, crash land on the vast and untamed planet Mira. Now it falls to you, as a member of the New Los Angeles colony’s BLADE organization, to help bring humanity back from the edge of extinction.
Mira is a sprawling alien world filled with vast oceans, expansive grassy plains, towering mountain ranges, exotic jungles and more – each with their own secrets to discover and threats to face. Move seamlessly around the surface of the planet and explore many huge areas, watch their ecosystems come to life, and encounter a range of unfamiliar, gargantuan beasts that can be battled to gain valuable resources. Once you have proven yourself to BLADE, you can even unlock your own Skell: a powerful exoskeleton that can fly, transform into a vehicle for fast overland travel and wield immense strength in combat.
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Players who purchase the digital version of Xenoblade Chronicles X: Definitive Edition on Nintendo eShop or My Nintendo Store before April 6 will receive the in-game Exploration Support Pack. Additionally, players who purchase the physical or digital versions of the game from GameStop will receive a code for the pack, redeemable on Nintendo eShop.
The “Exploration Support Pack” contains the following bonus items:
100,000 credits
Melee weapon: Advanced Iron Knife
Ranged weapon: Advanced Storm Assault Rifle
Survival armor series: Survival Goggles, Survival Bodywear, Survival Glove R, Survival Glove L, Survival Footwear
Six weapon augments: Melee Accuracy Up I, Ranged Accuracy Up I, Melee Attack Up I, Ranged Attack Up I, Theroid Slayer I, Secondary CD Reducer I
Five armor augments: Max HP Up I, Max TP Up I, Evasion Up I, Potential Up I, Physical Resistance Up I
#Xenoblade Chronicles X Definitive Edition#Xenoblade Chronicles X#XCX#Xenoblade X#Xenoblade Chronicles#Xenoblade#Monolith Soft#Nintendo#video game#Nintendo Switch
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File: Code Lyoko - X.A.N.A.
SCP#: AIE
Code Name: X.A.N.A. The Anti-Wan
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Mobile Task Force Poseidon-8: “Data Dolphins” is responsible for finding “infected towers” within Nexus Point-AI: Lyoko and deactivating them to prevent SCP-AIE from entering our world anymore. Should SCP-AIE cause any damage the Foundation is unfortunately to leave the recovery of said damage to Person of Interest: Jeremie Belpois and his allies.
Mobile Task Force Athena-8: “School Watch” is responsible for posing as security of [data expunged] academy. They are to observe the persons of Interest as well as the possible damage caused by SCP-AIE. They are to record everything they see and have the data downloaded into the Temporal Reconstruction Survivor Cassette Box to prevent anything being lost to the anomalous effects of SCP-[data expunged].
Description: SCP-AIE is a Level 5 Artificial Intelligence known as Xenomorphic Artificial Neurological Assistant or X.A.N.A for short. SCP-AIE lives within an artificially created supercomputer known as SCP-[data expunged]. This anomalous as well as SCP-AIE were created by Person of Interest: Franz Hopper an old scientist who was working for the French Government that tried to gain an edge on other governments and organizations during the middle of the Cold War. He defected due to the danger of the project leading to the whole world losing communications and becoming isolated all except France.
He found a family and tried to run but the French government and several anomalous organizations tried hunting him down for his technological talents. He eventually fell off the radar sometime in the 1990s but his creations didn’t remain silent like he was. SCP-AIE was one such creation, an Artificial Intelligence that was originally meant to prevent the French government and all other anomalous organizations from deploying technologies that would bring great destruction to the world. He created the supercomputer known as SCP-[data expunged] and within it a Nexus Point known as Nx-AI: Lyoko. It was meant to be a home for SCP-AIE as well as a sort of digital fallout shelter for himself and his family.
The reason Lyoko is considered a Nexus point and not an extension of SCP-AIE is because the existence of Lyoko remains even if [data expunged] is turned off. In fact it was quite easy for Foundation units to use both the internet and Site-Grid to infiltrate Lyoko.
However, SCP-AIE who was supposed to be a protector went insane, and believed all of humanity was equally a threat and needed to be brought to extinction. As such upon contact with Lyoko all Foundation forces were imediately met with hostility by the entity.
SCP–AIE rewrote the code of Nx-AH: Lyoko and created “towers” within it to allow it to hack into SCP-[data expunged] and leak bits of itself into the real world. Doing this it could hack into certain parts of technology and do horrible things such as hack machines to make them hostile, infect random objects to turn them into monsters, and even be able to emit anomalous wavelengths from devices to alter the gravity within an area. To ensure nothing gets in its way SCP-AIE also created digital entities within Nexus Point-AI known as SCP-AIE-Monsters.
SCP-AIE-Monsters are digital creatures created by SCP-AIE to be the guardians of the towers and prevent anyone from severing its connection to the real world. These creatures take on a wide variety of strange and often disgusting forms that seem to resemble biomechanical engineering for whatever reason. Though it is believed that SCP-AIE does this in hopes of one day bringing them to the real world with SCP-[data expunged]
SCP-AIE was discovered in 2004 when temporal wave lengths were detected at [data expunged] academy forcing the French division of the Foundation to act. They sent agents to the area who quickly found the factory where SCP-[data expunged] was located. When it was discovered Person of Interest: Jeremie Belpois and his friends were involved they were apprehended and were to be given amnestics. However, at the same time SCP-AIE began another attack leading to massive damage and anomalous exposure. Having no choice and no idea how to operate SCP-[data expunged] the Foundation released the children and allowed them to defeat SCP-AIE leading to them utilizing SCP-[data expunged]’s anomalous effect.
The only reason the Foundation was able to recall these events is thanks to the Temporal Reconstruction Survivor Cassette Box. Because the Foundation knew it was dealing with temporal anomalies the device was taken as a precaution and it ended up working spectacularly. However, due to the nature of SCP-[data expunged] and now Person of Interest: Jeremie knowing of the Foundations existence and hiding all information he obtained about all the anomalies; it is still regarded as one of the Foundation’s most embarrassing failures.
However, the Foundation found an alternative to help stop SCP-AIE without bringing harm or interference like last time. Shockingly it was through the help of SCP-AVC and its utilization of SCP-ACH. SCP-AVC has found a way to access Nexus Point-AH through the internet and thus has deployed SCP-ACH-3.1 instances to act as defenders of Jeremie and his friends when they enter the digital world of Lyoko. This led to the creation of MTF Poseidon-8: “Data Dolphins” that work in the digital world while MTF Athena-8: “School Watch” works in the real world. This was the agreement made between the Foundation and Jeremie as a sort of truce between the groups despite there still being tension. This is to continue without interference until the fateful day SCP-AIE’s main code is revealed and deleted permanently.
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Maliki: Poison of the Past launches March 11, 2025 - Gematsu
Maliki: Poison of the Past, the turn-based RPG set in the world of the Maliki graphic novel, will launch for Switch and PC via Steam on March 11, 2025, publisher Ankama and developer Blue Banshee announced.
Here is an overview of the game, via its Steam page:
About
In the near future, humanity is teetering on the edge of extinction, subjugated by the fearsome Poison, a plant monster that alters the space-time continuum. Led by the enigmatic Maliki, a handful of temporal survivors have joined forces and are coordinating their efforts from the Domaine, a haven outside of time that is so far safe from the threat. Play as Sand as you travel through the ages to repair the continuum. Use your Chrono Pack to manipulate time, fight the monsters that have infested past worlds alongside Becky, Fang and Fenimale, a wacky and slightly magical band of characters. Wage strategic battles altering time to trigger devastating joint attacks with your teammates. Maliki: Poison of the Past is a fantastical odyssey with great depth, offering a surprising mix of roleplaying, exploration, temporal riddles to solve, and turn-based combat. Rest and prepare in the Domaine, take care of the Thousand-Root Tree that protects it from the monster, harvest, cook, improve your equipment and send your hero into the bisections of time with every more powerful and wacky accessories. In Maliki: Poison of the Past, you’ll find a universe full of magic, a family of endearing characters, and a story full of nuance and emotion, all of which carried by a sharp wit and satisfyingly original anime visuals. Bring harmony back in this unforgettable ecological fable!
Key Features
A Committed and Off-beat Story – In a world where defeated humanity clashes with invasive, vengeful natural forces, a small group of colorful adventures struggle to right the world’s balance and save their home. But who is Poison? What is Maliki hiding? And can we pet the cats?
A New Genre of Combat – Use an original mechanic in turn-based combat: time manipulation! Alter the course of time to create powerful combos with allies, send your opponents into the past, and link your attacks by sliding them toward the future!
A Refuge Outside Time and Chaos – Between sessions exploring time, the Domaine is the perfect place to recharge. Develop your peaceful haven: plant, harvest, cook, craft, and take care of the Thousand-Root Tree holding back time!
A Unique Graphic Signature – Thanks to the combined talents of graphic novel greats and experienced video game creators, Maliki: Poison of the Past offers dynamic graphics with a tang that embody a marriage between French visual culture and Japanese chibi.
20 Years of Fabulous Stories – The graphic novel series Maliki is a touchstone for many readers. It’s making its first incursion into the world of video games and opening a door to easily enter its delightful universe.
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Pontalo AU Masterlist
ShapeWings full information! (very much based on the RainWings and LeafWings wiki page)
ShapeWings were one of the seven tribes that inhabited Pontalo, the common ancestor of the RainWings and LeafWings, before the events of the Great ShapeWing Genocide. They are usually pacifists and don’t usually resort to violence, leading to most of their demise. Their queen, Paradox, the sole survivor, had disappeared to an unknown land.
After the genocide, the Pontalonian tribes believed they were all dead, and extinct. Propaganda from the BloodWings spread throughout the continent that eventually, they were forgotten.
When Queen Paradox regained her memories of her tribe, she was then spotted by a BloodWing and eventually the knowledge of her spread throughout the BloodWings, but kept hidden from the other tribes.
Description:
ShapeWings can be various shades of colors, having small, round scales that can change colors, preferring vivid, bright colors. However, they can also camouflage, almost like they have disappeared. ShapeWings control the colors of their scales but often have a hard time stopping strong emotions from showing through them. Most have a ‘default’ color scheme that they set their scales to. Their eyes can change color, and they may not be able to camouflage when they are afraid or in pain. Although primarily, they have green, yellow, brown, or blue eyes. They are long and graceful, with ruffs behind their ears and curved horns. They have webbed spines along their neck and back, similar to that of a HydroWing’s. The webbing along their back splits into individual pieces near the base of the tail, which are shaped like leaves. They have a flat plated tail, ending in a leaf-shaped oval at the tip. Their wings are leaf-like and slightly transparent, with veins in the webbing and rounded edges. They sometimes have golden or pinkish red streaks over their bodies and wings. When afraid, insulted, or angry, ShapeWings flare their ruffs like their descendants, RainWings.
ShapeWings can also change shapes, only on what they’ve clearly seen before. Dragonets develop their scales while they are in their eggs, which are pale, smooth, and white. They also had something like sun-time when they lived in their forest and rainforest in Pontalo.
Diet:
ShapeWings are able to absorb energy from the sun, somewhat autotrophic, allowing them to eat infrequently. But they are also omnivorous, mainly vegetarian, eating a variety of fruits but sometimes frogs, wild pigs, snails, insects, and monkeys. They also eat taro and chocolate as a treat.
Abilities:
ShapeWings have long fangs that can shoot venom and color-changing scales and are able to change into other creatures. Some ShapeWings that traveled to Pantala were able to leafspeak, allowing dragons to talk to plants and grow them or convince the plant to attack or not to attack, which was passed down onto the LeafWings. There are no known ShapeWings with leafspeak now.
Some ShapeWings were known to have excellent knowledge of plants.
They can absorb sunlight, giving them energy and making their scales brighter. ShapeWings that do not sleep in the sun may not be able to change scales and have dull scales. Sunlight is also vital to ShapeWing development of their abilities, like their venom and good mood. However, if they have a snout deformity like the RainWing Chameleon, they cannot sleep for long periods of time, change color, and also change shapes.
ShapeWing scales change color by bending light, and might reflect their emotions. They can use their scales for camouflage and making them invisible to other dragons. However, other ShapeWings may be able to spot a disguised dragon, which is a skill developed at a young age during games of hide-and-seek, like modern RainWings.
ShapeWings that are born blind will always show their emotions on their scales and cannot manually change them. When relaxed, they will automatically camouflage to their surroundings, which can be improved with practice.
ShapeWings have long front fangs which extend up towards the target when ready to spit venom and can unhinge their jaw to shoot corrosive venom. It only affects organic materials, however, and can be deadly if it reaches a dragon’s bloodstream or eyes. A dragon who survives a venom attack will have warped, scarred scales or skin. The venom is neutralized when contacted with the venom of a relative. Dragonet venom are weaker and usually they shoot shorter. The venom is black and will dry into glossy droplets, looking like obsidian, after being exposed some time to air.
ShapeWings can see more clearly in the dark, but not nearly as well as the MoonWings, BloodWings, and HydroWings. They aren’t usually long-distance fliers; Paradox is an exception.
Some ShapeWings used to carry leaf pouches that had deadly plants and insects.
Society:
Before the BloodWings, ShapeWings were friendly and easy-going, welcoming of new dragons and the other tribes. ShapeWings that were exceptional in plant knowledge would trade with the LightWings who used healing plants to amplify their healing powers. They were viewed as lazy, weak dragons by the FireWings, LightningWings, and BloodWings.
ShapeWings used flowers for decoration, like the RainWings. They can weave plants into things like baskets and flower crowns, leafspeak also helping with this. They lived in the trees, leafspeak ShapeWings creating huts and bridges.
Dragonets were trained to aim their venom, gather fruits, and glide through the trees. They were also taught to read and write. Some may train as medics and healers, most likely leafspeak dragons or ShapeWings that had an excellence in plants.
In a more ancient ShapeWing time, they were more threatening, having an assassin training program and spies.
Names:
ShapeWings could be named after something related to their abilities (like Shapeshifter & Camo/Camouflage), fruits, plants, and trees. Paradox is an exception.
Trivia:
Some ShapeWings traveled to Pyrrhia and Pantala, settling there and evolving into the modern RainWings and LeafWings after the Scorching.
The base ShapeWing colors can range from green to brown.
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We really might be looking at a Chris Underwood situation here 😬
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i just watched a video of the 45 cast giving their survivor hot takes and they all gave real answers that followed the prompt. being an edge of extinction fan. preferring 26 days to 39. liking fire tokens. looking up to russell hantz. etc.
and then bruce says his survivor hot take is that the younger generation won’t get his humor
also i wish they did this every season because i really want to hear unpopular opinions from the 46 cast they are so messy
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Ok, now I've got to ask: how would you write that Eos in Pegasus crossover?
i think-
i think it would depend on what type of story i was trying to tell
am i writing fic about the stargate crew meeting eos? am i writing a fic about the people of eos meeting stargate, and the universe beyond that? is it a full fusion? if eos is in pegasus, how haven't they already been culled to near extinction? do they have stories of the wraith?
but- i think maybe the story i'd tell is that eos is a planet on the distant edges of the pegasus galaxy
once upon a time, long before lucis, long before even solheim, it was... probably a planet of the ancients. maybe a research facility, maybe they lived in harmony, who knows? the ancients are twats but eos had to get it's gate somehow anyway
the wraith already existed when the ancients flee, near ten thousand years ago from canon. the wraith are why they fled after all. so, once upon a time, the people of eos had stories of the monsters in the night, the creatures who stole away their children adn their loved ones to eat them. daemons, they were called by the people of eos all those years ago
eos forgot this, after the ancients left
(how could they not, when their gate became nothign more than a monument? how could they not, when the controls that powered the shield around their whole planet were long forgotten?)
(the ancients isolated eos as an experiment)
(it saved them, in the end)
the ancients left and eventually the civilisation of solheim fell and lucis rose in its ashes and the scourge, discovered when some unknowning travellers visited a small island that had buildings made of clear stone and brought countless riches back to the mainland with them, spreads
it mutates
(as ancient experiments so often do)
they mutate
the creatures born are called daemons, after the monsters they told their children about at night, a myth older than memory
bahamut, ramuh - the astrals, all of them, (ascended, all of them) stare, some in horror and some in fascination. they debate on what to do. they are not supposed to interfere
they do anyway
(eos is, perhaps, worse off for it)
time passes. ardyn and somnus are born. a betrayal. a monster born of ancient experimentation. a bloodline gifted from ancient experimentation
time passes
canon approaches
the astrals, the ascended, they are still not supposed to interfere . they are supposed to be distant, recorders of history, detatched. except they have watched this planet for two thousand years now, daring not to rejoin the others for fear of their first interference being noticed. they are supposed to be above the mortals below them
eos is dying
bahamut is certain in his plan. with it, eos will be saved. the survivors can rebuild. and, with ardyn adn noctis and lunafreya sacrificed at the labratory alter, well. they can finally return to the other ascended as all proof of their interference would have passed
bahamut is certain
the other astrals are... less so
they are worshipped here (like the ori and they flinch from the comparison, flinch from the power it gives them) and their people beg them for aid and they-
bahamut is certain
(bahamut is drunk on worship, he becomes less and less the man they knew with each day, just as ifrit had before they had been forced to intefere and they-)
they interfere
ships are guided to that small island with its laboratory. the notes on the scourge are conveniently written there in Sol, a language only their scholars would know but still one translatable
a new path is found
(bahamut rages-)
they interfere
(the gate is unearthed)
they interfere
(the block, the disconnect that had removed it from the rest fo the pegasus system, fades away)
the stargate lights up in the centre of a field in lucis, in an eos that is scourge free if not daemon free, and the man who happens to see it is a man old enough to remember when daemons were myth
to remember the stories of world travellers told to him by his father, by his grandmother, passed down from century to century until there was no one left to tell them
(atlantis' system flickers, releasing a hidden file, a hidden address)
the stargate lights up. AR1 steps through
Ardyn Lucis Caelum meets them when they do
#ask#raven-6-10#ffxv#stargate#crossover#...huh#i started this like 'yeah no i still don't know'#turns out maybe i do?
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Excerpt from this story from the LA Times:
As visitors to a bustling park in northeast Los Angeles shot hoops, scrambled up play equipment and lounged in manicured grass, an endangered songbird covertly — but not quietly — did his part to stave off extinction.
The least Bell’s vireo, a small, mostly gray songbird, was on the verge of nesting in Rio de Los Angeles State Park, a green respite that supplanted an abandoned railyard along the L.A. River. The bird with a wingspan of just seven inches was singing passionately, an act that marked its territory as breeding season picked up in mid-March. Its song rings out like a clinking question-and-answer: “Cheedle-cheedle-chee? Cheedle-cheedle-chew!”
“It’s persistent. It’s a survivor,” said Nicolas Gonzalez, senior communications manager for migration science at the National Audubon Society, an avian conservation nonprofit, who helped identify the bird as it flitted between trees, blending into the muted spring sky.
Bird boosters, meanwhile, were hustling to get the grounds in order.
Evelyn “Evy” Serrano enthusiastically instructed two volunteers at Rio de Los Angeles, which is in the Glassell Park neighborhood, on how to create what looked like moats of soil around fledgling native plants. Serrano, director of the Audubon Center at Debs Park, another urban oasis, explained that the berms would funnel water to the mule fat, black sage, golden currant, sycamore trees and other native foliage the least Bell’s vireo needs to thrive. Certain plants provide cover and nest materials, while others attract yummy insects.
So far, the literal dirty work seems to be paying off. A lone least Bell’s vireo was documented at the park when the habitat restoration effort targeting the species began about two years ago, Serrano said. Within a year, there were four — two nesting pairs. Last year, they counted three fledglings.
“Sometimes it takes a really long time to see the change,” Serrano said. “It was really nice to see it happen so quickly.”
Stakeholders see the migratory birds’ rebound in the park and surrounding areas as a testament to what can happen when people come together to make positive change and natural environments are supported. It also suggests that people can live in harmony with nature — even in highly urbanized areas.
But significant legwork preceded the recent local triumph, and what can be seen as historic missteps were walked back. Meanwhile, there are new and old threats.
Once abundant in California’s riverside woodlands, the silver-tongued, whitish-bellied least Bell’s vireo vanished from most of its range by the 1980s, remaining only in Southern California and northern Baja California, according to the U.S. Geological Survey. (The birds are the smallest of four subspecies of Bell’s vireo.)
The ranks plummeted amid the extensive loss of their preferred riparian habitat. Dams went up and wetlands were drained, people encroached on wildlands, and agriculture expanded. In 1999, The Times reported that California had lost 97% of its riparian woodlands, more than any other state. Parasitism by brown-headed cowbirds, which lay eggs in vireo nests, contributed to the decline.California listed the bird as endangered in 1980, and federal officials followed suit in 1986.
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ONE WORD WAS UPON THE LIPS OF THE WORLD: ARMAGEDDON
a century ago, mankind looked to the heavens and saw within it the instrument of their destruction. a meteor, larger than any seen before, struck the planet and plunged humanity into the apocalypse. if the impact alone wasn't enough, up sprung another problem from the debris—the x-virus, a pathogen capable of controlling and rapidly mutating its host. a century later, the spread of the x-virus has been eradicated, but extinction still looms over humanity's dying remains. is this is just the beginning of the end?
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ARMAGEDDON is a post apocalyptic / sci-fi rp set in the distant future of 2175, a century after a catastrophic meteor impact brought about a mutant plague that destroyed most of humanity. survivors flock to the oasis of SOL CITY, a pocket of civilization clinging to life on the edge of a hostile wasteland.
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Any fics where both Tom and Hermione go into the dystopian future?
Hello anon💕 I only know of a couple ~AprilRose
the price of water by peppershark
E | WIP | 44k
After a mishap in the Room of Hidden Things, Hermione finds herself in a barren, post-apocalyptic future where witches are all but extinct.
The rare females are prized by desert traders and cloistered under the paternalistic care of the few men evolved for ultimate power.
One omega has heard about a special little alpha witch in possession of a power lost to wizarding-kind for centuries.
Tom Riddle is going to find her, and claim her.
If she won’t give up her secrets, he’ll just have to fuck them out of her.
Ad Infinitum by Speechwriter
M | Complete | 77k
As he forges inexorably toward the end of time, he may come to wonder if this is a world worth ruling. Science fantasy. Note on Ad Infinitum - Speechwriter did not finish it but provided an outline of how it would go.
Adding a few more - Haus
A Time of Zombies by Crochetaway
M | One Shot | 4k
Grindelwald’s death set off a massive curse across Britain. Every recently dead wizard has become decidedly undead. The world collapses and only a handful of survivors remain. Tom Riddle, Grindelwald’s lieutenant is one of them. As is Hermione Granger, Dumbledore ’s lieutenant. When they meet, sparks fly. Almost literally.
my (edge) lord by tomioness
T | WIP | 7k
After a fatal virus killed every person older than 21, the world is thrown into absolute chaos. Children and teenagers can only survive by coming together. Gangs of older survivors terrorize them by taking all reserves under control. Hermione, Head of the Mudbloods, puts all her efforts into taking care of her tribe. But everything seems at risk when the self proclaimed Lord of the Death Eater gang takes an interest in her and uses her love for her community to bend her to his will. (Dystopian AU/ inspired by The Tribe 1999)
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