#but I'll save that for its own post

[reginrokkr]

𝐂𝐂𝐕. For quite some time since the release of the first Natlan patch, I've been wondering about the premise that the script we know as "abyssal" wasn't one that was made-up during the establishment of Khaenri'ah (as it's written all-over where there is Abyss Order activity), but one that the civilization that inhabited the newly-founded kingdom had acquired from somewhere (certainly not from the unified civilization, as that is Greek-inspired and the abyssal script is Latin-based instead) due to the fact that Ancient Names are also written in that same script.

As it turns out, not only it stands true that said script was acquired from elsewhere and adapted as their own main script for themselves, but there is a significant potential that this script stems from the Shades themselves— who knows if from Phanes, too. The reason I say this is because the rules that were established in Natlan were engraved through the combined agreement between Xbalanque and, surprise surprise, Ronova, also known as the Shade of Death. This fact opens the venue about one more point of knowledge that is within Khaenri'ah, perhaps among those who have lived the longest or are the most well-versed in the workings of the world (possibly the legends of Khaenri'ah, amidst who Dain is included). Nevertheless, this is another point of thought of the knowledge they hold and the implications behind being in possession of such wisdom.

[adobe-outdesign]

in honor of pride here's my favorite article list from the Muppet Wiki

[saintofanything]

"final waltz: the disc war finale" (x)

getty image sources: [first] [second] [third]

[star-fi]

Back again! This time with the most original(-ish)-starbound-plot relevant crewmember!

TISHA SASHAT [Tenebrhae]

Tisha was is their second year of training when the Earth was ripped apart by a storm of horrors pouring forth from a rift in reality. (Suprise! Thierri's crew resides in a Starbound AU: the most major change is that the ruin was not alone: creatures beyond our comprehension continue to roam (and often terrorize) Protectorate alliance space and beyond. Asra Nox's, and by extension, the Occasus cult's, role is modified in this AU. Notes on that in the tags.) After evacuating to Mars temporarily, they reunited with a few of their friends from the graduating class. Unbeknownst to Tisha, the same friend that would go on to lead the recovery efforts was the one responsible for the rift's opening.

████ didn't destroy earth intentionally. Rather, she ignored the warnings from her mentors about tinkering with the internal storage systems of matter manipulators and caused it to implode at the wrong time and worst place: The Beginning of the Rift. It started out small, barely a rip in space hidden behind a crate of capsules. Maybe it would've closed on its own. However, eager to prove the versatility of her homebrewed manipulator, ████ attempted to stitch it back together by force. What followed was a catastrophic series of chain reactions, leading to the destruction of Earth. ████ was scarred both physically and mentally by her proximity to the tear. Driven by guilt, she leads the effort in recovering the pieces of Earth and possibly sealing them back together after the rip is sealed. Her methods however...

Tisha was unaware of ████'s role in Earth's destruction, only knowing that at the time, she was studying the high level engineering of matter manipulators. They put the pieces together themself when ████ revealed her plan to use the same matter manipulator to try and seal the rift again. Distrustful of ████'s hasty problem solving, Tisha stole the manipulator and fled the solar system. Half fueled by fear and half concern for their former friend, they hope that by removing the solution that ████ recklessly relied on, she will take more time to think of solutions, rather than taking the quickest, yet riskiest route.

Unfortunately, instead of redirecting her focus to other solutions, ████ put a bounty on Tisha's head. They didn't hear about this until after they hopped on a freight ship headed to the edges of Protectorate allied space, though.

Thierri's crew stood out to Tisha among others by having what looked like a fellow tenebrhae as chief engineering officer. Not used to seeing their kind off-planet (and in the same field of study as them!) Tisha applied and was accepted. To their chagrin, what they assumed was a tenebrhae turned out to be Gus' censored profile image. Despite their disappointment, their bounty had reached the edge stations and Tisha had no choice but to leave on the ship and stay with the crew until the end of their contract.

Tisha mostly works with Gus in maintaining the ship's engine. However, Gus is constantly taking over for major tasks, leaving only the most menial and surface level ones for them. This annoys Tisha, who thinks he's underestimating their expertise and overworking himself. In reality, it's because Gus secretly modified the engine to process the erchius crystals that grow from where his left arm used to be. Besides Chal and Thierri, nobody on the ship knows about the Lunar Base Incident, though Tisha is constantly on the verge of finding out.

[bishonenspit]

Eroica & the Major - Princess Roman Deluxe Part 2 (1982)

[melkior]

GASSSP WAIT I DIDNT POST THE PRECIOUS SNOOT I WANTED TO BOOP THE OTHER DAY LOOK AT THIS SWEETHEART'S PRECIOUS LITTLE FACE

Gods if I had the means and didn't live with someone terrified of small animals I would take this little sweetheart home in a heartbeat and build them the best enclosure ever. ;0;

God I love when snakes just exist hahaha

[mettywiththenotes]

Tomura going from "I'm not interested in you anymore" to Bakugou in war arc to then taking an interest in him only because he's the closest person to Izuku and therefore injuring/killing him will set Izuku off (which it did)

He is just continously taunting Izuku to get a reaction out of him so he'll slip up in the middle of the fight

[salsflore]

if you are crazy enough anything is possible. i hope he dies

[raksh-writes]

Ive spent most of yesterday doing all my uni stuff for finals and a couple hours today too, and I should be doing much more, but I can actually feel my brain giving out on me rn. Im starting to develop a headache and that's very much Not ideal. I have A Lot to do and not a lot of time to do it, ughh...

Forcing usually doesn’t work on me though, so even though my anxiety will prob have a field day, I guess I'll try to take a break, maybe play some Skyrim, maybe write a lil' more fanfic if my head feels better, and who knows, if in the evening it feels up to it, I can try to add some more to that big project Im trying to finish or start on a presentation for a different class. Either would be nice, but if its not possible tonight, then I guess I just gotta hope taking a break today will help me get back at it tomorrow.

Here's to hoping!

[mariocki]

Another guest spot for Jacqueline Pearce (and in very fashionable form), as British agent Ruth Klinger - or is that double agent? - in Man in a Suitcase: Somebody Loses, Somebody... Wins? (1.19, ITC, 1968)

[braceletofteeth]

Hidden Agenda audience that didn't come from Star In My Mind, looking at the rest of us on requested timeout with our faces down on the floor because of a 🌻 keyring:

[attila-werther]

GOT A URL FOR BAD GOVERNANCE

[restlessreveries]

Fuck it, I’m dropping that one Mermaid AU Sol/Sym scene that’s been haunting me for months onto tumblr before the self-doubt catches up to the lizard brain.

 Be free you weird little thing, I have no idea where you even came from.

It’s the fourth time in two months that he’s pulled them from the depths. At some point, Sym would’ve expected this human, Sol he thinks they’re called, to develop a fear of the ocean, or at least some sense of caution when venturing out onto open water.

 So far that hasn’t been the case, which he has to admit is rather strange, but from what Dys has told him that isn’t exactly out of the ordinary for the blue haired human.

 And as much as it really shouldn’t, the fact makes him happy.

 He steals a glance at their form, prone on the surfboard that he’s been trying to guide back to the shore. He’s a good swimmer, of course, but he’s also much more suited for speed than strength, and the choppy waves aren’t making the ordeal easier.

 It gives him too much time to think, really. Too much time to let his eyes wander to their closed ones, fearing, or hoping? That he might have taken too long and finally been discovered. But Sol’s eyes remain closed, there’s no smile, bright and warm like sunlight, on their features. Their breathing is slow and even, with no room for the laughter that never fails to make his heart skip a beat.

 … Right, he needs to focus.

 When the beach finally comes into easy view he sinks lower into the water, scanning the area for humans who might catch sight of purple skin or a tail that by their definition really shouldn’t belong attached to a humanoid torso. But, the sandy area appears completely devoid of life, which is unusual. Perhaps they have somehow sensed the incoming turn in the weather? Not even Dys is around, which is a problem in itself. It’s not like Sym can just swim right up to the shore and expect to get away easily if needed. Nor does he trust the sea enough to just give Sol a push towards land and hope for the best.

 Eventually he settles for approaching a nearby jetty. Long enough that the depth shouldn’t be a problem, low enough to the water that he should be able to make it up there but also tall enough above the surface to provide some safety for the less than stellar swimmer.

 He’s partially right, it turns out, as he pulls himself up onto the coarse wood without too much trouble. Even manages to brace himself enough that he’s able to pull Sol up. But he’s also wrong enough to make the ordeal decidedly unpleasant. The skin of his tail is most definitely not meant to be dealing with the rough dry surface. And humans, as it turns out, are a great deal heavier when being awkwardly pulled out of the water.

 It’s a decidedly ungraceful task. If Noctilucent was around they’d probably laugh at him or yell at him for getting so close to a human. Again. If not both.

 But Sym manages, eventually. With only a minimal amount of bloodshed on his own part (perhaps he can ask Dys to hammer down those nails a bit?) And all things considered it’s a miracle that Sol doesn’t even seem to stir from it. If anything they look almost too peaceful, lying there on the wooden boards. But their heart is beating strong and their breathing seems good, perhaps they are simply a heavy sleeper then? Sym might be imagining it, but he thinks he can make out a ghost of a smile on their lips. So perhaps they are simply unwilling to escape their pleasant dreams.

 A gust catches across Sym skin, bringing a dry chill that makes him blink himself out of his stupor. Right, he has no time for this. He should already be back in the water, if not far into the depths by now. To stay here is far too great a risk.

 But despite knowing that, he can’t help but steal another moment. To be daring and brush an already drying lock of hair from Sol’s face. To marvel at how warm their skin feels against his own.

 “You are making this into a bad habit.” His voice is low as he speaks, barely more than a fond whisper. “Perhaps you should stay away from the sea for a while now, hm? Stop taking these unnecessary risks…” and his eyes turns towards the depth behind them if just for a moment, as if to add some conviction that his voice refuses to.

 That’s why he doesn’t notice the hand reaching for his own until it brushes against his fingers. The motion making his breath catch and urges him to pull away, only to be stopped more so by the impression of a grasp than actual restraint.

 And when he whirls around to face the apparently not so out-cold-human, his eyes, wide and gray, meeting not with closed ones, but with ones that holds the color of the earth and the warmth of the sun, accompanied by a smile that’s just short of breaking into a grin and paints a vivid shade of blue across Sym’s face. A situation that is by no means made better when they let themselves laugh softly at the startled look on his face.

 “But then you’d stop saving me.”

[lindwurmkai]

I got tired of having to scroll past too many sideblogs in order to get to my newest one, so I just straight-up deleted 3. There are a few more I could probably delete after making a backup and/or looking at them on a computer first, but that's so much work...

[phagodyke]

new boots get delivered today :-)

[oflolth]

nah but like nathbryn has one of these n istvan has the other one.