#centinelle

[naavispider]

I just started reading your fic and I'm impressed with how much dimension you've given the Avatar landscape.

Though we know Quaritch and Spider won't grow very close -- the movie ending still being what it is and their relationship being a "one step forward, two back" type thing -- I was thinking over a suitable prompt since you asked for ideas. Very cool of you, by the way :)

I could be that affection's not gonna work between these two, so realistically, Quaritch could play a distant but steadfast sentinel. He mentioned wanting to "protect" Spider, so on the periphery of Spider's awareness, he notices Quaritch building canopies to keep Spider safe from the rain, or him leaving out meals for Spider, Quaritch encouraging Cupcake to bond with him so that he may feel he has his own Ikran.

Anyway, I look forward to your future writing! Thank you for sharing your creativity the way you have! ❤️

Thank you! I've had at least 3 open tabs for the avatar wiki on my laptop so I can check things/get names for plants etc.

I LOVE the idea of Quaritch doing little 'domestic' things for Spider in the forest, maybe there's a really bad storm one night and the recoms are trying to build a shelter and Quaritch notices that Spider is of course left out in the pouring rain, so either brings him into theirs or starts putting up some tarpaulin over Spider 😭

Thank you for the ideas, I love all of them!

[mooyuringwaves]

Things that I find interesting in Wuthering Waves.

The character tacet mark moves and gets bigger when resonance liberation is ready.

Characters look around when sitting.

Rover gets dizzy using Havoc because is the most self damaging element, the same happens with Dajin, but she loses hp.

Some NPC soldiers can be called to help you or you can follow them, the things that they kill will be transferred to you. Also if they die, they will not reset unless you log again, in lore they’re dead and a new soldier is replacing them.

NPCs will salute you if they’re guarding the entrance of military bases.

Is implied that Rover visited Solaris-3 at least 3 times, one time saving Huanglong, an unknown time and the actual one.

When Sanhua sees the frequencies in normal resonators she sees their overclocked form. Only the ones linked to the centinels and Rover look normal.

The 1.0 Jinzhou city is not the capital of Huanglong, the country has 5 cities. Jinhsi was visiting the capital during the 3 days break. Also Huanglong is not the only country.

In the south part of the map players will find more scientists, travelers and Exiles and in the north players will find more TD's and more Fractidus.

This is because the military base at Desorock Highland and the military force of Jinzhou work as a barrier of the Threnodian advance. Jinzhou is the bordering city.

Yangyang got feathers in her hair because she overcloked, she is very sensitive to the frequencies of the wind and air so she can “read the wind”.

Genshu Lin was the one that stopped alone the first formation of the Threnodian embodiment of War.

[ltwilliammowett]

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[bestworstcase]

Grimm behavior reassessment thought: y'know that sister training session called on account of Rather Tanky Ursa? Could Ruby & Yang have avoided that fight if they'd known to treat the big lug like careful hikers would an 'ordinary' bear encounter? There were a few 'pause & rear/roar' moments on its part which I guess *could* be read as 'hey stop that' or 'my turf, leave'.

yang’s character short has always interested me bc the ursa was there the whole time they were sparring.

like. yang throws a punch, ruby panic-flies into the bushes and then passes out:

on this screenshot i’ve marked ruby’s approximate path in red and circled the clump of bushes the ursa emerges from (using the logs laid around the perimeter as markers):

note the very dense foliage around the grimm; he’s completely hidden. yang gets concerned when ruby doesn’t respond, startles when she hears a twig snap in the area circled in yellow, this is what she sees:

and then he stands up:

which. ok. he’s a really big guy. there is no way he crept up on them and got that close before making a noticeable sound, and most grimm behave like pursuit predators besides—they wander around in the open and give chase when they come across prey. (although there are exceptions: the pack of apathy at brunswick drag the lamp around a corner and go dark to lie in wait, for example.)

the point is, he’s there, but yang can’t see him until his eyes illuminate because he’s lying down in the bushes. his markings are also ‘off’ and only begin to glow as he stands up.

we’ve seen grimm Do That a couple times:

and we’ve also seen in v8 that just because there don’t seem to be any grimm nearby doesn’t mean they aren’t there:

<- same thing happens in the mine. dozens of centinels pop out of the ground when the geist signals for them to screen his retreat deeper into the mine. which suggests that grimm may spend a lot of time… not hunting. unseen, hidden just under the surface or in the densest thickets, crevices, whatever. and no one knows because when grimm aren’t on the hunt they don’t attack unless provoked.

the big guy was just There! taking a nap! and he didn’t aggro until yang got spooked by ruby’s silence.

he also doesn’t seem to be all that interested in attacking after his initial charge and swipe; he knocks yang across the clearing and then turns away, until yang shoots him again:

i do think it’s really interesting that WOR: grimm implies that grimm are most strongly drawn by violence, not negativity per se: “what is perhaps even more unsettling is the basis of their attraction,” and the accompanying image is

a person killing another person with a rock.

i think—much more so than real animals—grimm are kind of emotional mirrors, in that they reflect the energy they’re shown. one thing that stands out to me about both salem and cinder is that while there is obviously an element of magic or kinship or both behind their influence over the grimm, from both of them we see these occasional moments of tenderness toward the grimm; cinder’s very gentle and soothing “shh, this is your home now” when she calms the wyvern, and the way salem softens when she caresses the goliath’s face in the v6 stinger:

and i wonder if there isn’t a meaningful correlation there. the two characters in the story who demonstrably have the ability to communicate and work with grimm are also the two characters who, in private moments when no one else is around to see, choose to be gentle with these creatures. is salem able to command grimm the way she does by magical compulsion or is she their leader, as raven put it, whom they follow because she’s kind to them and protects them.

[iteration-orpheus]

Coming to theaters THIS FALL.... *shot of a traveller waking up and looking around to find themselves in the desert. space oddity intrsumental playing* we will find ourselves travelling through thr skies...... *traveler on ship* oh.... where am i....? is there anyone here...? am i the..... only man in this sky??? - well meet many interesting sorts of aliens...... *shot of nada played by scarlett johanson and polo played by jack blackk waving at te camera* and..... much more dangerous threats...... *shot of a hundred centinels chasing the traveler* oh man!!! cme on, is it illegal to mine????? - and our protagonist will find themselves.... *shot of artemis, voiced by zendaya screaming while disappearing in a portal and apollo, voiced by chris pratt yelling NO* on a mission to rescue a complete stranger..... *traveler struggling to exit a black hole's grasp* *shot of the atlas voiced by william defoe* ive been waiting to meet you..... *shot ot the traveler floating in space* will our friend survive? will they become.... the MAN in the SKY???? *thunderstuck by adcd playing, shot of traveler raising their gun to shoot at a sentinel walker while riding one of those giant worms* find out.... this 32nd of november... only in theaters...... *shot of the traveller and apollo videocalling* haha anyways apollo dont worry i got it all under control. bye! *the traveler then doesnt actually hang up and begins crying. apollo turns to the camera and makes a dreamworks face* can you believe this guy? *end credits*

[rowaelinsdaughter]

KEEP MY HEART CHAPTER II

a/n;; chapter 2 is here!!! hope you like this as much as im doing.

WARNING;; spoilers for heir of fire, manon and ayla are possessive over each other (i love this)

ayla hated the ferian gap.

 there was something wicked, cruel, rotten there. and she hated the amount of people reunited there. well, the amount of witches there. the blackbeak coven was the last one to arrive, and as a result, they were given the smallest rooms. not that she complained about that, she was going to sleep with manon, but the matron had made it clear that she wasn't going to ride a wyvern. it was too dangerous for her to participate, she had claimed, because the matron didn't want her to die. her precious treasure.

she had watched as manon gave three blows to her second due to a fight with a yellowleg sentinel. one to the gut, one to the ribs and the final one to the face. asterin hadn’t screamed or pleaded for manon to stop, and now, at breakfast, her second gave her a fierce grin. a small smile appeared in ayla’s face, and she felt manon’s hand grab her tight. a warning, but she took the hand placed in her tight, careful that no one notices it. 

she was wearing a dress. one that manon had bought her and had claimed it was her favorite. long sleeves that helped hide her hands, a cut on the skirt that showed her leg, a corset and high boots. she had entered the room with manon’s hand around her waist, making clear to the witches gathered there that ayla was manon’s, and the scent lingered with manon’s made clear that manon was ayla’s. no one would dare to look at her with the white demon at her side. 

but someone was watching her. 

she studied the room and found her… iskra yellowlegs. the leader of the centinel that had fought with asterin. her eyes narrowed as iskra looked at her from head to toes. assessing her next prey. manon noticed her body was tense. “what’s happening?” she whispered so anyone couldn’t hear. she didn’t answer. so manon followed the direction of her eyes and found her. she gripped the table. crack. the table was breaking under her strength. iskra gave manon a defiant smile. come on, come for me. 

she was going to kill her. ayla gripped her arm before she could stand. “manon stop. it's going to be worse if you start a fight with her”

manon looked at her, her eyes a burning gold that promised blood. ayla took her hand. “please, manon”

one, two, three, four… a minute passed until she relaxed enough to talk. “if she tries something to you or even breath near you, i kill her”

ayla rolled her eyes “you know i can defend myself, do you?”

“i know, but i don't like her”

“me neither manon. me neither”

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even though ayla wasn't going to ride a wyvern, she had to follow manon wherever she went, so she and the thirteen could keep an eye on her. direct order from the matron.  

again, manon’s hand was on her waist as yellowlegs and blackbeaks stepped aside for them to pass. fifty witches were gathered at the hole in the side of the mountain. the matron was at the entrance of the bridge, the blueblood and yellowlegs matrons at her side. 

manon walked towards her grandmother leaving ayla with the thirteen. each heiress was at the side of her matrons. petrah, the heir of the blueblood, and iskra, the yellowlegs heir, was grinning at manon as she approached her grandmother. 

“now that we’re assembled,” the blueblood matron—cresseida—said, “shall we show you what we’ve been brought here to do?”

mother blackbeak waved a hand to the bridge, black robes billowing in the icy wind. “we walk into the sky, witches.” 

they were led to an atrium in the northern fang, where five men were waiting. each heir was behind their respective matron, protecting them. a men started to explain what they were going to do and what they were doing there. 

ayla was getting bored when the iron gate lifted. and in front of them, a wyvern appeared. a beast. she watched as everyone held their breath. “titus is one of our best,” the man said. he started to explain the characteristics of titus.  

and she watched as manon and titus shared a smile.

all rights reserved to ©rowaelinsdaughter. no tranlations allowed. no copy theme. don not copy my work.

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[paro-h]

The Centenary sentinel (Centinel)

In my hometown stands a centenary rain tree.

Its wide canopy stretches for several feet in all directions. It stands as a reminder, a comfort and a place of shade. The shade of a friend’s shadow that blocks out the harsh sun.

It speaks quietly in green coloured, sun dappled whispers of all that it has seen. It tell the stories that it has overheard. It watches people come and go, live and die.

In my hometown there stands a centenary rain tree.

Its branches are like rivers, are like veins, are like paths from the ground to the ever darkening sky heavy with rain clouds. I am no climber. But I am rooted. I too can reach my hands up to catch the rain like the centenary rain tree.

[x-junwrites-x]

Long Time No See

Tord x Reader

Tw: none

The two of you sat on a bench, watching the faint trail of smoke gather in a bigger cloud on the skyline of the city across the shore. You idly kicked some of the pebbles buried in the grass, feeling as though your eyelids would finally succumb to the fatigue that washed over you. It had been a long day of planting bombs in the rafters of certain buildings, all surrounding your target. Acts of terrorism, the news reports would call it. Acts of rebellion. A smirk played on your lips as you thought about the orchestration of the final act of defiance against the Red Leader.

“Hey,” Your partner beside you gave a nudge on your shoulder, eyes skimming to somewhere past your head. You tilted your head to the side, question catching in your throat as you noticed the way the newcomer’s signature helmet was off and away. It had been ages since the two of you got to talk face to face. Besides the weekly calls the two of you had late at night when no one in either of your bases was awake. Or listening.

Your partner melted off of the bench, quietly excusing himself to walk back to the trail that led the two of you over to the cliffside.

The Red Leader gave you a once over, clouded eye looking as though it could see right through you as if you were a ghost.

“I didn't expect the amount of firepower the rebellion used today to be your doing.” He said calmly, moving to sit next to you. There were a couple feet in between you on the bench. You didn’t feel the need to stifle the way you relaxed at the proximity. Too tired for that.

“Yeah well, how do you expect us to topple centinel buildings without it.” Your snark made a puff of breath release from his lips. His fingers idly skimmed the chipped wood of the bench, tapping a slow rhythm on the grain.

“It’s been a while.” He said quietly, looking out onto the lazy waves of the peninsula. His voice had started sounding more subdued over the late night calls lately, hitting a tone you couldn’t decipher once one of the rebellion’s biggest bases was hit a few weeks ago. You sighed, smoothing over the fabric of your pants over your knees.

“It has.” You started, a pregnant pause between you. You could feel the way he tensed as you started the next sentence, “You know, the worst of it all, if you ask now,” his hand clenched on his thigh, “I’ll forgive you.”

The Red Leader shuddered, turning to finally give you his full attention. Eyes scanned over your features, finding truth behind your words.

“I’m so sorry. We weren’t meant to hit the clinic, you know there’s no use in hitting the downed.” He swallowed, “There was a rat in our ranks, playing for the third party we hadn’t paid much attention to. They got us.” You nodded after a second, knowing that he truly hadn’t intended on bombing one of the only places in the rebellion with the most medicinal coverage. It was never his game.

“I know.” Your hand hesitantly found his, reaching slowly so he could pull away. To your surprise, his hand stayed curled on his thigh. His skin felt as cold as the breeze that was hitting the two of you from the waters down below.

“We’ll figure it out.” Talking about the rebellion. Your eyes focused on the cloud of smoke in the distance, finding helicopters in the sky like little flies. The Red Leader could see them to, given by the snort he let out.

“Those sharks are always looking to capture the worst of situations for entertainment.” He grunted, his own fingers interlacing with yours. You gave his hand a squeeze.

“It won’t be long before your dogs trail us.” You murmured, head tilting to watch his reaction. He gave a stiff nod. His hand didn’t leave yours.

“I’ll see you when I see you, then.”

The end.

[mmnt-art]

Ah, yes, another centinel I'll love-

[nekoannie-chan]

Flesh wound

Title: Flesh wound.

Fandom: Marvel, The Gifted, X-men.

Ship: Lorna Dane X Mutant!Reader.

Word count: 241 words.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Lorna was hurt escaping from the Centinels.

Major Tags: Flesh wound.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @multifandom-flash, Annie-3002 & square 7:

"Only a flesh wound.”

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The deafening sound of the Sentinels chasing them was the most unbearable thing. You had lost count of the times they had had to flee from them in recent years.

Suddenly, a larger and more imposing Sentinel than the others appeared. You swallowed with difficulty; it seemed that they were modernizing their enemies. It also seemed that the robot could adapt to attacks, which made it more dangerous. In a moment of distraction, the Sentinel managed to land a blow to Polaris' side.

"Lorna!" he exclaimed, watching as she recoiled, holding her injured side. "Are you okay?"

Lorna forced a smile. "Only a flesh wound, don't worry. I'm still standing."

You gritted your teeth, frustrated that you weren't quick enough to avoid the attack. But before you could say anything, another sentry rushed at you. Polaris acted instinctively, deflecting the attack with a magnetic shield.

"It was only a flesh wound," Lorna insisted, noticing the concern in your eyes. "I'm fine, really."

But something wasn't right; they had to get out of that place immediately. Maybe Turner was nearby. You grabbed Lorna by the arm and forced her to start running. Suddenly, they saw an open portal and entered.

"I thought you would never get there," you commented when you saw Clarice.

"We had a little trouble," John said.

"Lorna is hurt," you pointed out.

Clarice nodded and took her to one of the rooms where they would check the wound.

[meifunk]

im in the endgame of 13 Centinels and sekigahara just scratches my brain so much i had to draw him on Tux Paint

[itsclydebitches]

I thought about the Ren & Yang fight in V8 again and it brought me to a sort of smaller issue: The Grimm aren't anywhere near as omnipresent as they should be. They're attracted to negative emotion. The squad's having this big emotional argument in the middle of nowhere, while the city is being invaded by the Grimm, and yet none of them are drawn to the group. The group is in complete disarray and yet this isn't punished by a Centinel ambushing them or a Gryphon swooping at them, or anything.

I think RWBY could have gotten away with this if there had been another conflict to forward that fight. Meaning, it's heavily implied throughout the series (though not explicitly stated? I honestly can't remember) that grimm are attracted to the most intense negative emotion nearby. So if one person is kinda bummed out and another is having a full-blown panic attack, and they're both approximately the same distance from the grimm, the one having a panic attack will be dealing with that Griffon. That's why Cinder was able to accurately predict that Penny's death would draw so many grimm to Beacon (a horrified crowed trumps whatever else might be going on nearby) and why fans were annoyed by the grimm in Argus just kinda flying aimlessly around our heroes when there was a panicking crowed of civilians below. If RWBY had actually kept this rule consistent--which it hasn't--I would have been inclined to say, "Of course none of the grimm stopped to attack the group. Yang and Ren's spat, though intense for the audience who is emotionally invested in them as characters, can't hold a candle to the fear and despair emanating from Atlas as Salem attacks." Plus, if we want to throw out another potential bit of worldbuilding, we might say that Salem is actively directing the grimm towards her target (the city). But really, neither the specifics of what grimm are attracted to, nor the amount of control Salem has over an entire army, is ever established. After all, this is the show that made a HUGE deal out of the Relic attracting grimm... and then had Ruby and Oscar carrying that around with zero consequences. The rules of this world exist only when it's convenient for the plot.

But to get back to my original point, even if RWBY had done the work to explain why none of the grimm made a pit-stop to attack the group, that scene still needed something to break up all the walking and talking. (Especially when, from my personal perspective, the conversations are so bad. I can't agree with the stance the show takes against Ren and I hate that instead of working to resolve their disagreements, Yang inexplicably worries about Blake and then Ren just realizes how wrong he was off screen??) Getting separated out in the wilds of Atlas should have led to some sort of danger for our group. If not grimm than the cold--another threat RWBY introduced, but then did nothing with. Really, what's the point of separating the group like that if nothing was going to happen? They can argue in Mantle. They can be found by the Ace Ops in Mantle. RWBY raised the stakes by going, "Look! They chased this horrifying grimm out into the tundra and are now stranded without transportation. Countless more grimm are wandering about--remember the problem of that hole in the wall?--and they'll be dead in no time if their aura should fail. To top it all off, they're fighting among themselves and may not be able to drum up the necessary cooperation to survive. What will happen to our heroes next?? Stay tuned to find out!"

Nothing. The answer is nothing. Nothing happens. They find a convenient house to sit in and then they leave.

In thinking about RWBY's status as a combat show in the wake of Volume 9's lackluster combat trailer, it stands out to me that so many of these action sequences are like... superficially exciting? The Hound attacks, but our heroes mostly stand still and watch it like we didn't just have a whole season about how they're the strongest of professionals now. We have a chase scene that doesn't end in a second confrontation and then they walk back, encountering nothing except their rescue. I do believe that as a show conceived as, advertised as, and heavily focused on action for the first three years, RWBY should maintain a certain number and quality of fights to meet viewer expectation--the same way I expect certain storytelling beats if you label your show as "horror" or "comedy" or a "fantasy." But that belief aside, I could far more easily accept RWBY's transition to something other than a "mere" combat show if it did something with those plot points. But as we've been saying for years now, RWBY seems wholly uninterested in exploring the new stuff it introduces. We don't get to learn about Oscar's merge, or tackle Whitley's abuse, Nora doesn't struggle with her new scars, Penny is killed off as soon as she becomes a Maiden, there's no confirmation for Blake/Yang... Ren's differing perspective is highlighted, rejected, and then resolved at some point in his own head, giving us only an unsatisfying apology later on. RWBY doesn't seem to want to be an introspective romance-drama, given that it ignores those ideas as soon as they're introduced, but it doesn't want to be a simple action show either.

Ultimately, I don't know what in the world RWBY does want to be, but the end result are scenes like this one. Do you want to see this fight have an interesting impact on the story? Too bad. Okay, do you want to see a cool grimm battle if we can't see character development? Too bad. The characters are going in circles nowadays and I'm afraid that Volume 9's trip to Wonderland and back is just going to reinforce that.

[rwby-is-the-best]

just imagined a rwby minecraft mod/texture pack that turns the hostile mobs into grimm! imagine beowolves banging into your door all night, the apathy giving you slowness and mining fatigue, centinels instead of endermites, the wyvern instead of the ender dragon... the possibilities are endless!!

[thedawningofthehour]

Digging a little deeper into Future Bella! I just remembered that post about how Draxum dyes his hair, but can't do it anymore in the apocalypse and immediately thought how Bella would go an extra mile just to get accessories and parts to make her armor cooler.

Leo: You're telling me you ran through 30 Krangdogs, 4 krang-centinels and a burning truck into a building about to collapse, just to get gold paint for your armor?

Bella: *spitting debris* I would have gone for the cape too, but that Krangdog had already eaten it.

Bella's not really the flamboyant kind of lesbian. She probably wouldn't care about the color of her armor.

She would, however, care about looking badass.

Leo: 'rubbing his face, exhausted' "So you defied my orders and left the colony, was gone for four days, cut a bloody swath through Krang territory and nearly got yourself critically injured for...this?"

Bella, wearing a deathclaw skull as a headdress: "Yah."

[bestworstcase]

it’s amazing how you can have a character in “unreliable narrators: the show” say that some grimm aren't mindless (implying that the majority are) and then show the audience a bunch of examples of small ordinary grimm doing things such as:

use improvised weaponry (beowolf throwing bricks from a roof)

responding to calls for backup (centinels in the mine running interference for the geist, many grimm answering the hound’s call)

spontaneously rise up in a flock of hundreds if not thousands of grimm and fly over a city to screen an approaching leviathan (argus)

and fans will STILL be like ah yes. grimm are mindless beasts absent any social instincts or means of communicating with each other. just pure wild violence. only the very oldest among them have even rudimentary “intelligence.” fucking wild. these creatures execute highly complex tactical maneuvers that a human force absolutely would not be able to just improvise like it’s nothing. come on

[wonder-doughnut]

My Wonder-Red headcanons part 2:

Red never experimented with dating in his youth like most teenagers do. He is far too goal oriented to bother with romantic relationships that realistically won't last, and wanted to stay focused on his studies.

He's very much a "more the merrier" type of guy who enjoys being with large groups of people. His interior decorating is also surprisingly busy, and he has collections of various things. Most people expect him to be more of a minimalist because of his practical and traditional personality. As such, people who know him and visit his residence are surprised by the way it looks, much to Red's confusion.

Red is intimidated by fatherhood, but I bet once he has his first child, he'd probably get really excited and end up spewing out another five kids.

Red is exceedingly friendly, outgoing, and loves people despite being introverted. I get this idea from his genuine excitement to meet every last Wonderful-One to the point that he already has studied their names and titles before even starting his first mission with The CENTINELS. He even does that cartoonishly outgoing thing where he poses and points both hands at the person he's introducing. Only the most obnoxiously friendly people do stuff like that. I imagine he's kinda like a friendly cat, he wants someone around even if he's not going to interact with them, or even wants to give people attention when they don't really want it.

Teaching is a field dominated by women. I figure he's one of maybe two or three male teachers at the entirety of Blossom Elementary.

Red has strabismus. He's slightly walleyed, no seriously, it's one of the first things I noticed about him. I think whoever made his model just messed up and accidentally shaped his head/eyes in such a way that the irises don't look even. It's actually kinda annoying because any time I spawn his model in Source Filmmaker, I have to adjust his eyes so he's not walleyed. I like to think that his glasses are actually multifocal lenses for correcting his eye condition. Anyway seriously, I've made a little example of what I mean, including arrows pointing out where his eyes are actually looking. I'd recommend covering one of his eyes with your hand and comparing them individually: