#THAUM

[ravefmradio]

🇵🇱 Co powiecie na klimaty TECHNO & TRIBAL? o 23:15 THAUM zaserwuje Wam coś specjalnego 🙂

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🇬🇧 How about some TECHNO & TRIBAL vibes? At 11:15 PM, THAUM will serve up something special for you 🙂

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[sinningtamer]

When your research assistants are so useless you just turn them into a belly table.

vore day countdown: 7/8

[ do not reblog to non-kink / fandom blogs ]

[marshmurmurs]

imagine being able to soulread your homie and he still lies to your face about everything being fine. you both know he isn't even being convincing about it

[shesaramblingrose]

Finished and redesigned the scythe from the last post! Introducing Malum: Vestis a vanity pack me and @thaumium-block have created for the mod Malum which can be downloaded: here :D

[kiwibirdlafayette]

I think Tom (and all his alts) strive for freedom…

OH ABSOLUTELY

I totally agree!! I think just like- the nature of Tom and his alts (who ofc meta wise were all written after him) is that they’re all dependent people of some kind, usually as the result of their circumstance of existence

Whether that be like in Tom's case because Dianite (or Mianite in Godswap, albiet different dynamic) is the one to grant him reanimated life, making him sort of indebted to him- or Cassell who isn't necessarily bound to his god moreso that he's bound to his creators (Flash and Ianite). Mot also sort of has that tether element to him because Dianite technically also saved his life from the creeper spore infection iirc but I think it makes the principle of freedom a little different to him esp. because it turned into like a business partners to unrequited crush to sorta lovers kinda thing depending on your post canon

All of this translates to me into their kind of devotion as champions, and again how that's like different from Ianitee flavored devotion (based on the guidance of Ianite and trusting in her judgement to lead them the right way so she can keep them safe), or Mianitee flavored devotion (Like knights to a king, similar to Ianitees follow orders for order, kind of follow his principles rather than specific instructions from him). Dianite being Dianite and the elements of chaos being how it is, Dianitee devotion is like being an extension of him, not via principles or guidance but by intent like being mercenaries in service of him while still being tethered in fear of punishment if its not done right. And maybe yknow they don't mind the implications that come with that title (Mot's case, for example) I think that's where that desire for freedom comes for- a want to have an existence that isn't tethered to their god

side note this could not apply as much to Dianite and Cass in Aitheaca because Dianite takes the Ianite role in terms of swapped god positions (and Cass runs off Dianite's guidance in the same way as Jordan would to Ianite) as Flash and Ianite are more similar to Tom and S1 Dia but bear with me xD

So kind of like extrapolating from that- their more specific desires for freedom are all sort of tied to Tom's need for spiritual freedom- I want to like refer to the whole thing of the Thauminomicon-y traits Marsh had mentioned before, and how Tom has 'fabrico', which stands for craft/repair. It connects in the sense of yeah he's a zombie he's stiched back together but. ok hear me out. Who would have stitched him back together? It was implied in an episode of Isles that c!Tom doesn't remember the Minecraft Project- (because they're memories he can't return to, just big empty void in his head), or when he was alive/ill from zombification, but he hadn't died yet. The person that arrives on Mianite with Tucker is that Tom, he is all that chaotic goofy Tom is, but at the same time he's partially someone else's creation, sewn together in intricate ways to be the bringer of chaos for the god he serves- but beyond that? His humanity. At his core, he's human, not someone who'll just take orders blindly and him striving for his freedom from that tether is refusing to deny the things that makes him alive. And I think the other alts like ya said follow suit, in Mot maintaining his humanity regardless of his ailment through choosing to care for Alyssa rather than being just a ruthless chaotic killing machine when Rux!Dia dies or in Aitheaca the way I want to write Cassell as someone who was born as a weapon for Ianite but loves collecting vintage human things and views his innermost self through music. The visual I kind of go to is the idea of Tom literally crafting and repairing the parts of himself that make him feel trapped by breaking them apart, burning it, adding new things when he takes the hands of friends and yeah!! And I think this sort of aspect could also tie into him becoming Mecha Dianite as well in finding freedom by choosing the person he is, and owning it

[leonleonhart]

he will become a reality

[charlottedabookworm]

lol Set has three tattoos: two of them are basically love letters to raha (the words raha said before he sealed the tower gotten in 2.5 and a tat of the tower itself post-5.0) but the other one-

the other one is this dorky little bad doodle of a fist on his ankle. lyse saw him scribbling it absentmindedly one day and, when they got drunk one evening, decided she had the best idea ever

she has a matching one of a shittily drawn lance in the same place

[hatfilms-suggestions]

Honestly, they should've known better. Trying to outscam the best is going to get them straight to Hava.

I know this is a trap, but I have to give you something. Since I'm also curious as to where you're going with this, I'll play along.

Hava what?

[unfortunate-development]

ahhhh how ive missed you minecrafts

[girldraki]

oh that was briefer than we thought! RATING: Lolfoundation but at least funny with it. Sensible Chuckle

have u read nuke york nuke york

no and we will theoreticalyl try to get to doing so shortly but im captivated by the way the header doesnt even link to his fucking authorpage?

[vectorzecter]

Well, Artfight was in the past month and ended this previous week. Obviously I've participated there but for a little because of personal reasons, and of course I'll share them here!!

These all goes to:

@fightclubpresident (Lisha) @atomic-marshmallows (Rose Briar) @peppermintspirits (Shin Kawagoshi) @bogkeep (Severin Quest) @invinciblesugar (Candy & Elizabeth) @blueringart (Thaum)

Here is my AF account in case you want to see their attack pages personally: https://artfight.net/~VentusZecter

Hope you like it and see ya next year!!!

[sinningtamer]

Spells gone horribly wrong…or, horribly right? Actually, just an average day in Thaum’s lab 💛🔮📜

[cassketti]

How r u gonna be an existence destroying pataphysical anomaly and threat, yet wear some knockoff converse 💀

Little murphy on tha side cuz I like him 😊😊 Im kidding (jk I do like him hes my fav) but this was supposed to be a lineup of all tha murphy law characters. Like Murphy Law, Dr Thaum, Fred, Nobody, 2747, that fuckass typewriter and all that. But I got lazy so I only drew MY design of 2747

[riggedtraps]

I think I'll like anything you show me, just because it's from you.

That could be tou and gabi if ypu were rockstar 💔

I fw her mod sm but she don't have the image ask option on so i send everything to you sorry pookie😭

I was in a band as a teenager, so you're not wrong. Band didn’t get anywhere, though. @radiating-hot

[ramshackle-ramblings]

Poor Timing

So, a little context is needed here. During the NRC, Alise ends up staying at Heartslaybul, because she will absolutely not stay under the same roof as Vil, for reasons that have only a little to do with Vil. Riddle took her in, and gave her a key to his room so she could use his bathroom rather than the communal one for showers. (I am thoroughly convinced that the dorm leaders have their own en suite, based on frat houses I may or may not have spent time in in college.)

Still probably SFW.

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Riddle closed the door to his room quietly and leaned against it, eyes closed against the world. He pulled at his tie and unbuttoned his collar button. He pushed himself off the door, rubbing his eyes and turning to the wardrobe. It had been a long and frustrating day, and he really wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed, but he still had responsibilities this evening. He shrugged his jacket off and draped it over the back of his couch as he walked by. He made quick work of the buttons on his vest and untucked his shirt. He was halfway through unbuttoning it when he heard the rustle of paper behind him.

Riddle paused and turned around slowly. She was perched on the edge of his bed, one of his red towels wrapped around her head and another around her body. A few strands of dark purple had escaped the towel and curled against her cheek. Pale legs stretched out in front of her, crossed at the ankles, toes buried in the edge of his rug, absorbed in a book braced against her thighs. The late afternoon sun streaming through the window behind her wrapped her in soft golden light.

How had he not noticed her? How had she not noticed him? He started buttoning his shirt back up.

"Um," he said quietly.

Alise's head snapped up, violet eyes open wide with surprise. "Riddle! Oh, oh fu - da - shi - " She fumbled with the book, trying to hold onto it, not swear, and stand up at the same time. Her bare feet slipped on the smooth wooden floor, and she caught herself on the edge of his bed. The towel slipped from her head and her hair tumbled around her shoulders, and the book slipped from her hands and tumbled to the floor with a thud.

"Fuck," she said as it hit the ground, losing all battles. "I'm so sorry," she looked back at him. "I just meant to take a shower, but I got distracted and I guess lost track of time," she gestured to the book on the floor. "I didn't mean to still be here when you got back."

He glanced down at the enigmics textbook at her feet. "It's okay," he answered. "But I don't know many people who find enigmics so fascinating they forget to put clothes on."

"No, it is, though!" she cried. "I hadn't even considered that the magic used to summon lightning would effect the electricity itself, but it does!"

Her excitement was infectious, and he didn't fight the smile creeping onto his face.

"It does, it effects most things," he agreed, bending down to pick up the book and handing it back to her.

"It effects the vacuum permittivity, which is pretty fascinating, because vacuum permittivity is a constant," She flipped the book open to one of the later chapters. "Which means that it effects all of Maxwell's Equations. I think it also effects the charge density?"

She looked at him questioningly, and he shook his head. "I'm not sure. We haven't gotten that far in the text yet."

"Oh, well, um, that's okay," she said, disappointment plain in her voice. "I can't find how to figure out the magic energy concentration, anyway."

"Oh, that I can help with," he told her. She looked up from the book, her eyes bright with renewed excitement.

Riddle scanned his bookshelves. "Ah," he walked over and pulled a book off the shelf, bringing it back and sitting on the bed next to Alise. He opened the textbook, Elementary Enigmics, flipping through the introductory chapters. "Here we are."

He turned the book and pointed to the page. "This is the general formula for magic energy concentration, in thaums."

She titled her head, looking up at him with a little grin. "Thaums? Like thaumarks? You named your money and your magic after the same thing?"

Riddle bristled. "Well, I didn't name them. But yes, they come from the same root." He tapped the page again. "Like I was saying … "

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"So then, let's see ... " He reached over and shifted the book on her lap to get a better look at the text. It shifted the towel, and Alise adjusted the top of it absently, retucking it around her chest.

Riddle was suddenly very aware of the situation, of his leg pressing against hers. He was practically in a state of undress, she was definitely in a state of undress. They were alone, in his bedroom. His eyes traced the line of the towel across her thighs, brilliant scarlet beside creamy flesh.

He sucked in a breath, sliding away from her and standing up. "Maybe we should continue in the lounge." She was looking up at him in puzzlement, the sunset through his window gently wrapping her in its fading light, dark hair curling gently around her face and pooling over her shoulders, his towel circling her body, knees pressed together to support the book on her lap, heels braced on his bed frame.

His wardrobe was just a few steps away, he pulled his bathrobe out and offered it to her. She only looked more confused. "Everyone is back by now," he said by way of explanation.

Alise reached out for the bathrobe with one hand, the other holding the book. His eyes flicked to the towel, and it was only then that she seemed to understand what he was getting at. "Oh!" she laughed. "I see."

She set the book on the bed and stood up, sliding her arms into his bathrobe and wrapping it around herself. "The lounge then. You'll bring the books?" She worked her hands through the too-long sleeves. There was a note of worry in her voice that he didn't understand. Like she was afraid he'd just not show up.

"Of course," Riddle answered. She flashed a little smile, laced with relief at his assurance, and slipped past him out the door.