#artifacs

[kerosene-in-a-blender]

Mother Artiface saying that the way he talks is a genetic predisposition from having ancestors who were town criers before saying, after being asked if that was true, with NO change to his volume or intonation: "No that is a humorous falsehood." I love him, your honour.

[crocronutart]

it would be really funny if our kobold artifacer became an arch-mage AND a dragon

[artifacts-archive]

Coin Pendant

Viking, 800-1100 CE

Pendant made from a Roman silver coin minted between 176-180 for Emperor Marcus Aurelius (161-180) who depicted his deceased wife, Empress Faustina the Younger. The coin pendant was found in one of the wallets. Old Roman coins are sometimes found in Viking Age graves and hoards. Most were probably found in the ground during the Viking Age.

[afyerarchive]

The NERVOUS System

Through the thicket of man,

my signals go unnoticed.

Crying from the rigor

of this perilous guessing game

I only ask who's built up this phony.

At the end of time,

you've found you lost yourself,

and I just can't help that.

[spiralsketchbook]

We've gained and lost a bunch of characters and players over the last 3 years of our dnd campaign. This is one of them. An artifacer bard multi class. A bardifacer. He built himself these wings that makes very little sense but fuck nasty nonetheless, served as a spy on our party, and came very close to selling us out before dipping and being left in the southern continent of the world we are playing in. I'm sure @ultraskull1000 would be willing to infodump about the world he's made thus far. I really like doing things with funky lighting situations, and this one was a lot of fun. I actually finished it in September 2022, but just forgot to post it here. Rip.

[kitty739]

Saddest scenes of the Shadowhunter Chronicles

Livia,' Julian's voice rose, cracking and tumbling over itself like a wave breaking too far out to sea. 'Livvy, my baby, please, sweet- heart, open your eyes it's Jules, I'm here for you, I'm always here for you, please,please--'

- Lord of Shadows

Amatis gasped, and put her hand to her chest. For a moment—just a moment—she stared at Luke with a look of recognition in her eyes: a look of recognition, even love.

“Amatis,” he whispered.

- City of Heavenly Fire

He took a ragged, impossible breath. “That would be a beautiful lie to believe,” he said, and, incredibly, the ghost of a smile, bitter and sweet, passed over his face. “The fire of Glorious burned away the demon’s blood. All my life it has scorched my veins and cut at my heart like blades, and weighed me down like lead—all my life, and I never knew it. I never knew the difference. I’ve never felt so . . . light,” he said softly, and then he smiled, and closed his eyes, and died.

- City of Heavenly Fire

[emmalovesfitzloved]

The Blackthorns is so 'a series of unfortunate events' coded as a family

[pensive-and-cringey]

I think both barbie and Ken's arcs in the barbie movie would absolutely resonate with and emotionally destroy my version of flash.

That movie in general I think just connects to him

[thefamilyjewels13]

my kazuha has 999 em this is driving me insane

[amethystroselily]

Surprised Tavvy wasn’t already dead when they got there. They were taking their sweet fucking time listening to Kieran exposition dump (all information that could probably have been shared AFTER they saved their seven year old brother from becoming a human sacrifice by a man he trusts)

[sufficientlaughter]

I love it when you have a DND session so cool your DM and you decide to make a song (we wrote ethe lyrics) to show how cool it was.

[ineffectualdemon]

God SQH Idea: Shang Qinghua literally looks like a different person depending on what he wants/needa them to see

It's completely unconscious

The Peak Lords see a fellow peak lord. Beautiful but not outstanding. Capable and slightly subservient

Mobei Jun sees a handsome yet waifish cultivator. Delicate and beautiful

Luo Binghe, Sha Hualing, and most demons: see someone literally smaller then the others do. Small weak and unassuming. Plain even, to make it easier to hide

Peerless Cucumber, once the transmigrator reveal happens, sees Airplane Shooting towards the Sky. No artiface or jokes. Just a tired millennial with imperfect skin and a slightly crooked nose and nicely chubby.

Because fuck

He needs someone to see him

[shadeops21]

Cosplay Guide 2.0 - Release V1.0

Hello everyone!

With MWIII around the corner and me only about 10% through the MWII multiplayer operators, I realise that I am NOT going to finish the complete guide in time for release, not with the time I have available.

SO, I am going to release the guide in stages, first with all the 'story' characters added (that I could get assets for) and then later with Multiplayer operators, and then with additional faction AI/NPCs after that.

In parallel, I will also work on MWIII loadouts as a separate project as assets for that become available too. Honestly cannot give an ETA for when to start expecting those, but they will be coming at some point.

Now, without further ado, I preset to you:

THE [UN]OFFICIAL MODERN WARFARE COSPLAY GUIDE

Clicking to the above will take you to a Google Drive download link, where the PDF will be hosted. As versions are posted, I will announce this via posts like this and provide new links, and delete the old version too.

V1.0 is story characters only, and total size is 525MB. Pages are 5100x3300px size, so quality should be fairly high with minimal compression artifacing.

This has been the culmination of literal months of work on my part, and if you would like to show your appreciation, I have enabled tipping on this post (and will on future posts for version updates). I have zero intentions on pay-walling content, as I believe knowledge and information like this should be shared freely. But my research and ASD-borne levels of focus are driven by copius amounts of tea and sugary foods, so if you want to 'fuel' me and keep this going, I won't say no!

A huge thanks to everyone that has reached out to provide their own insight on gear and equipment, either via notes and reblogs on the different guide posts I've made, or via my ask box, or through my DMs. You've helped fill my blind spots and further enhance the accuracy of my research. Many thanks to those, you all know who you are!

Thank you for your support! Seeing the daily batch of likes and reblog notifications for these guides, even after all this time, serves to motivate me and keep this project going!

[ourstoatmeansdeath]

I've seen a bunch of great posts about Gorgug, identity, multiclassing, and the way Porter and Henry are handling Gorgug's artificer goals.

To me (and a lot of others), it seems like Gorgug wants to multiclass for identity reasons. His adoptive parents are tinkerers, and artificing is a great way to connect with them. And Gorgug's original class of barbarian is associated with half orcs, so that's a way to connect to his birth parents.

Both Porter and Henry say that artificer and barbarian don't really make sense together. Poor Gorgug. I wish we could throw some Anzaldúa and Borderlands at him. [who knows, maybe Jawbone will!]

Henry also says that just because artificing doesn't come naturally to Gorgug doesn't mean he can't do it. Henry says he'd bet on the people who are working every day to be good at something, not the folks who have natural talent. Whereas Porter says Gorgug has natural abilities as a barbarian, but Porter still doesn't think Gorgug gets what rage is. So neither Porter nor Henry think natural ability is the only way to be a class. Porter doesn't think that Gorgug is a good enough barbarian in spite of Gorgug's natural abilities in the class. (Not to mention that Porter thinks Fig really gets being a barbarian, when she doesn't even have a level in the class lol.) Whereas Henry thinks that Gorgug can become a great artificer regardless of any natural talent. And Henry tells Gorgug that Gorgug can do artifacing outside of the structures of school.

How damning is it when the STEM-coded character has more open ideas about identity than you Porter?!?!?! Be better!

[featseungmin]

help me with my dnd au!

I'm working on a stray kids dnd au that will (hopefully) feature fics for all eight members and I could use some help coming up with the reader characters' (player characters'?) classes!

I'm working on developing lee know's companion now, and I'd love your input on her class(es)!

for some background, lino is a half-elf beastmaster ranger. his main weapon is a longbow and a shortsword, and his animal companions are soondoongdori. he's a bounty hunter, and also a little of the bog standard outlander background for those of you who knows what that means. you can read more below, and feel free to comment more specifically or your reasoning! I'm so interested to see what y'all think.

yes I know I left out bard. we've got too many bards in the party already!

draft of lino's full back story under the cut

Minho grew up on the banks of the Heartblood River, in the thin rimwoods of the High Forest, as the only son of an elven woman and human man. He spent much of his childhood with his mother, exploring the forest and learning to hunt and track, visiting the elven village of Rheitheillaethor, and caring for the cats that came to live in his family’s shed. The adventures with his mother inspired an intense wanderlust within Minho, which as a teen became an almost inescapable calling to leave his family’s small farm and explore the world. 

After a month of traveling, Minho missed his home, missed the woods. Mostly, he missed his cat friends. But the pain of not traveling is worse than the pain of missing home. So he continued on, and learned to summon the spirits of his cats as faithful companions.

As he explored, Minho discovered that his tracking and hunting skills had real-world application. After helping track down a horde of goblins who pillaged a dwarven village in the mountains and find a thief hiding out in the Neverwinter Woods, among several other jobs, Minho became a reliable bounty hunter.  

It’s in the city of Baldur’s Gate where he finds a warrior in a tavern. At first, he thinks the warrior wants to hire his services. But there’s something about him, and the two become friendly fast. The warrior introduces Minho to six other men and their various accomplices. And though it takes time, Minho considers them all great friends. They call on him often, usually for his skills, but sometimes just because they like to spend time with him, despite the fact that he harbors resentment the way the docks harbor sailors and he’s a bit too intense and somehow too lax at the same time sometimes. He’s not sure when it happens, but all of Minho’s fame, all of the money he’s ever earned, he’d give it all up if it meant the safety of the people he’s surrounded himself with.

[notgonnaedit]

Given to Fly

Deus Ex Machina

Summary: Martha "Marty" Thorne was a basic teenager, a little antisocial maybe. But her life changed the day she met the Autobots and joined them in their fight.

Pairing: Optimius x Teen!OFC (Platonic)

Chapter summary: Ancient Greeks and Cybertronian artifacs?

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, Marty and Miko being trouble makers, Knockout and Breakdown first appearance, plot twist, (If I miss a tag LMK)

Updates are sporadic. If you want to be tagged LMK

@dreamsight73

A/n: couldn't find a gif so have a picrew of Marty

Master list

Marty sat in her desk, staring blankly at the history book in front of her. The assignment was to read pages 5 through 155.

Assignment, more like torture. Of course, it was detention. But in Marty's eyes, the punishment was totally worth it.

Marty's locker was slammed shut by someone besides her. She turned to see a girl from her class. Angeline Matthews. Tall, ravenette, top of her class. She had never liked Marty, but the brunette couldn't have cared less.

"What was that back in class?" The valedictorian asked.

Marty raised a brow. "You mean when I knew the answer and raised my hand?" She scoffed.

Angeline narrowed her eyes. "My hand was up first," she growled.

Marty rolled her eyes. "Get a life," she attempted to reopen her locker, but Angeline kept her hand in the way.

By now, other students noticed the commotion and gathered nearby. They watched eagerly and apprehensively, waiting for a fight.

"You're probably just trying to get your parents' attention," Angeline bit. "Don't you know that good grades won't make them love you?"

Marty barked a laugh, and Angeline raised her brows. She wasn't expecting that. The brunette met stared into Angeline's grassy irises. "Pot, meet kettle."

Angeline's normally smug demeanor was twisted in a tomato red rage. She raised her fist. "You–"

"Hey!" A hand caught her fist. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Miko's voice was dangerously low.

Angeline attempted to pull her fist away, but Miko didn't let go. She dug her painted nails into her captive's skin. "You talk like that to her again, I'll make sure you won't even be able to see when she raises her hand."

Miko released her grip, and Angeline backed away.

Marty nodded to her friend. "Thanks for the backup,"

Miko winked. Just like that she was back to her normal, bubbly self.

​​​​​​Unfortunately, Angeline went to the nurse and showed her the marks from Miko's nails. Turns out the valedictorian was an excellent fake crier and managed to get Marty and Miko in detention.

Now the two girls were stuck–unjustly, Marty might add–and had to sit there instead of heading to the base.

Or were they?

Marty turned her attention outside when she heard two vehicles park outside the school. Optimius and Bulkhead.

The brunette glanced at her pink-haired friend. Miko was already grinning. She knew the plan.

Miko plastered her best "I'm so sick" face and raised her hand. "Mrs. Phillips? I don't feel too well."

Marty brought her elbow to her mouth and coughed violently, shaking her whole body.

The teacher looked up from her book. "Go and see the nurse. But come straight back."

Miko nodded weakly as Marty continued to cough. "Of course."

The girls grabbed their backpacks and exited the class room, hobbling their way down the hall until they were out of sight. Then, they ran down the hall.

"Ha! They totally bought it!" Miko cheered as they burst out the doors.

"That was too easy," Marty chuckled. 

They bumped their fists and ran to their respective guardians.

​​​​​​​Optimius opened the door for Marty as she climbed in.

"You're early," he noted. "Was detention cut short?"

"You could say that," Marty told him as she buckled up. 

Optimius rolled away from the curb. "Martha, you know better than to undermine your teacher."

Marty stared out the window. "What if I told you me and Miko were wrongly punished? We were defending ourselves."

The cabin rumbled with something akin to a sigh. "Little One, your sense of justice is commendable, but you should not grieve your teachers with trouble."

"They asked for it," the girl mumbled. They were almost at the base now.

"And what would your uncle say if he knew of this?"

Marty snapped her attention to the console. "Okay, first of all, that's low. Second of all, I'm pretty sure as long as I don't go to jail he doesn't care."

Optimius hummed as they rolled into the base. "And you're sure that is his standard?"

Marty shrugged. "He and my dad used to get in all kinds of trouble. I'm pretty sure he's just glad I solve most my problems on my own."

Marty hopped out as Optimius parked. Once he transformed, she could see his gaze. "Well, perhaps my standards are higher than your uncle's," he said.

Before Marty could respond, Bulkhead rolled in and let Miko out.

"You sound like my parents," she groaned. "Well, aren't they Japanese?" Bulkhead asked as he transformed.

"They may speak a different language, but you say the same things," Miko said with a pointed finger. "Because we want the best for you," Bulkhead argued. "And that means making sure you go to school, not jail. "Uh-oh," Jack had a grin as he looked between the two girls. "What'd you do?"

"Nothing you've never done," Marty snapped back as she climbed the steps to the catwalk.

As Bulkhead explained why Miko needed to care about her future, Optimius tried the same with his charge.

"Martha, it's imperative that you take your education seriously," he said. "Your path has not yet been determined, but your teachers are there to offer wisdom and understanding."

Marty looked up at him. "I hate to break it to you, Optimius, but I'm pretty sure most of the teachers are there because they have to be. I think one of them had a hangover this morning."

Optimius had no response, but Bulkhead did for his charge.

"Why would you want to be like me when you can be a-a medic like Ratchet?" He asked Miko.

"I'm detecting a fresh Energon pulse from the nation called Greece," said Ratchet. "An ancient city – Quite historic, I believe." "Ancient Greece, huh?" Bulkhead had a mischievous gleam in his eye. "Oh, field trip."

)()()()()(

"I don't see why I have to go over my homework with you," Marty said as she sat on the couch. "I'm an 'A' student, it's my mouth that gets me in trouble."

Optimius looked over her shoulder as he stood behind the platform. "From what I have learned of Earth, it's important to have a clean record."

"But I don't even know what I wanna do," Marty argued.

"Which is why it is important your path is clear when you do know," the Prime retorted.

Marty's hazel hues bored into his blue ones. "There's no way outta this, is there?"

"I'm afraid not."

But indeed there was. The ground bridge opened up and in ran Bulkhead and Miko.

The girl was firing off random things about ancient Greeks and Cybertron, but she ended up plugging her phone into the computer.

"What she means is we think we saw an Energon harvester at the site," Bulkhead translated as a picture popped up on the computer.

It displayed a fresco of a Greek god holding a yellow sphere. Optimius looked at it and nodded. "It is indeed an energon harvester -- A powerful tool created by the ancients to remove raw energon from any source."

"Greek gods knew autobots?" Raf asked.

"No," Optimius told them. "The ancients often used the art of a given era to conceal messages. This fresco was likely a signpost indicating a harvester's location hidden somewhere on this planet."

"Uh, Optimus," said Jack. "if the harvester removes energon from anything, and you all have energon pumping inside you..."

"In Decepticon hands, the harvester would be a devastating weapon," the Prime confirmed. "See?" Miko turned to her guardian. "You were a genius to total that painting." "Miko's not wrong," Arcee added. "How can the Cons find the harvester without the fresco?"

"With high-speed internet," Raf answered. "If you do an image search for 'Greek god' and 'golden orb', this pops up–" he held up his laptop to show a statue of a Greek god holding the harvester. "–It's in a museum."

"That the real deal?" Marty asked as she looked.

"Contact Agent Fowler," Optimius ordered.

Ratchet did just that, but instead of the grumpy agent, a recorded message played. "You've reached special agent William Fowler. I'm currently on an intensive training retreat and unavailable until Tuesday." "I hate talking to machines," Ratchet grumbled.

Optimius hummed in thought. "Without Agent Fowler's direct aid, we will have to confiscate the harvester on our own." "Whoa, whoa, whoa," Jack stammered. "'Confiscate'? As in steal museum property?" 

"That sounds illegal," Raf noted. "I do not wish to break human law," Optimius told them. "but once the Decepticons learn of the harvester's location, they will not hesitate to obtain it by any means necessary. We must act covertly." "Okay, n-no offense, Optimus," Jack said. "but covertly and giant robots don't really go together. Museums are public. A-and they have guards and security cameras."

"Sounds like a job for us," Marty smirked.  "We're small enough to sneak in, and we're not a government secret," Miko added enthusiastically. Bulkhead scratched his head. "Miko, I'm not sure that's wise." "But it may be our best option, Bulkhead," Optimius said. "The longer we debate, the more time we give the Decepticons."

)()()()()(

Marty stood on a scissor lift with the other kids in front of the ground bridge, listening as Optimius gave them their instructions.

"Jack, Miko, Martha, Rafael, I will have a clear view of you," he said. "Once you secure the harvester, I will contact Ratchet to bridge you back to base." "Now," Ratchet started. "since you'll bypass all points of normal entry, you won't need to worry about setting off the alarm. But take care to avoid any security guards."

He activated the ground bridge, and they went through.

The first thing Marty saw was a T-Rex skeleton, but that wasn't they were there for. They were there for the harvester in the ivory hand of a god. "Opa!" Miko whispered when they found it.

Outside, headlights flashed. Optimius was signaling to them. Marty nodded as Jack moved the lift up to a security camera. Miko snapped a picture of the statue and placed her phone on the camera for a decoy.

They moved to get to work, having Raf climb onto the hand to push off the orb while Miko steadied it. Marty worked on the other side to push it off and Jack held tight.

Suddenly, the sound of shifting metal reached Marty's ears. She looked over to see that Optimius had transformed and was holding back....a missile?!

It tapped the glass and created a spiderweb crack. He froze, along with the kids, waiting for an alarm to go off.

Then he was electrocuted by a red bot with a staff.

 "It's Cons," Raf whimpered. "They got Optimius," Marty worried as her guardian was thrown to the ground. 

They watched as the Cons fought the Bots. The red Con went to attack Optimius while he was down, but the Prime swung back and knocked him away. He crashed against the museum wall, sounding the alarm.

"Come on," Miko whispered. They had the harvester and needed to make their escape. Jack lowered the lift to the ground. "Time to make our exit, boys."

She and Marty ran ahead, looking for a door to get them out. The pink haired girl found a garage door and pressed the button. 

As the two girls ran out, a light flashed in their faces.

A security guard stared down at them.

Miko tapped her fingers nervously. "Uh, what's up?"

The security guard frowned and turned his flashlight off. "You two better come with me," he grabbed their arms and took them into an office.

"Scrap," Marty muttered.

)()()()()(

The security guard stared at the girls from behind his desk. Miko pursed her lips and Marty sat back, folding her arms.

"Look, if this is some kind of prank, you need to know that the authorities are on their way," The guard said. "It'd go a whole lot easier for you if you just told me what happened to to sphere."

Marty scoffed. "Do we look like we could take that thing?" She finally had a time when her small stature could be used to her advantage.

The guard raised a brow. "I wouldn't put it past you. Crime does run in families after all."

Marty rolled her eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"After I apprehended you two I looked up your files–"

"We have files?!" Miko interrupted.

The guard ignored her and moved to his computer. "Martha Danielle Thorne," he said. "daughter of Jake and Maureen Thorne."

Marty narrowed her eyes, keeping her expression a mask of indifference. 

The guard shot her a smirk. "Jake Thorne is in prison for armed robbery, and Maureen divorced him after he was caught."

Marty blinked. "What? My dad isn't a criminal."

"I beg to differ," the guard turned the monitor to show a mugshot of her father. It was like staring in an older, manly reflection. 

Marty struggled for an explanation. Her uncle had told her he was away on business, and that was why he was never around. Not that he was in prison.

Marty slumped back against her seat. She was at a loss for words.

Miko looked over at her friend worriedly. She knew she had to cover for them this time.

"We were researching our history reports," she lied. "We just lost track of time and got locked in here after closing."

"So, what's your history report about?" The guard challenged. "I'd love to know."

)()()()()(

"And, of course, there's the whole principle of deus ex machina, uh, the god from the machine," Miko had been rambling for hours. The sun was rising, but Marty couldn't bring herself to listen, and neither could the guard.

"It's that part in Greek storytelling where some character shows up out of the blue to make everything right." "That so, young lady?" The guard asked smugly. "Well, I'm sure the police will want to hear all about your history report."

A sudden banging on the door shook Marty out of her stupor. It opened and in walked Fowler. The deus ex machina. "Special Agent William Fowler," he showed his badge. "The stolen property has been located and restored to museum premises. The girls come with me," Fowler reached into his jacket and pulled out a pink phone. "You dropped your cellphone. Found it on the floor, right next to your history report."

Marty stood with Miko, but she couldn't even muster a smirk at the guard. 

Fowler walked them out of the building to the parking lot where two vehicles were waiting for them. "Off you go," he said.

The two girls walked to their respective guardians. Marty climbed into Optimus' cab and buckled in. 

"Is something wrong, Little One?" Optimius asked.

Marty opened her mouth then closed it. She couldn't find the right words to articulate her thoughts. Everything she knew had been ripped out from under her, and she didn't know how to handle that.

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