#forces sphere

[mekanikaltrifle]

my half of an art trade with @cruddyart, and it's our beloved Forces Mage, Magdalena :3 I love her style and her whole theatrical metalhead concept, as well as her magical abilities to set everything on fire with very little provocation. Also she can fly, because she just really really believes in it. Who am I to fault her?

[heraldofsomething]

Assassin's Creed: Origins The False Oracle

I die, my work unfinished. So close, so very close to ushering in the perpetual rule of the strong and virtuous! The vault will give us the power of the gods - what is one boy?

[is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not]

Gyroslug Machine Pistol Mk6 (aka "Smart Pistol"/"Gunslinger's Best Friend")

A 7.5mm gyroslug machine pistol issued to graduates of the SLDF Gunslinger program, the Mk6 GMP is used either as a standard sidearm, or more commonly, as a component of a BattleMech SERE Kit. When stored in a SERE kit, the pistol is located under or on the back of the standard ejection seat. For 'Mechs with Full Head Ejection, a specialized hardened compartment is placed within easy arm's reach of the pilot seat.

The MK6 exclusively fires guided gyroslug ammunition - no other rounds have been produced for the weapon - made with advanced Clantech. Compared to earlier developmental prototypes, the Mk6 features enhanced guidance capabilities, thanks to an AI targeting system linked directly to the gyroslug rounds. Combined with the smart targeting and adaptive recoil mitigation/redirection system, the AI targeting allows the pistol - in the hands of a skilled operator - to remain controllable and deadly even when firing in bursts.

Using a standard chemical propellant charge to fire the gyroslugs from the weapon prior to ignition, the Mk6 grants the projectiles significantly more kinetic energy than standard gyroslugs - thus allowing to perform more intensive maneuvering to successfully hit a locked target. The rounds are programmed to strongly bias center mass and head impacts. A Gunslinger in their jumpjet equipped PA(L) piloting armor can thus dart around the battlefield at speed, taking out dozens of enemy infantry if needed.

The pistol fires from 20 round (standard) or 30 round (extended) magazines at a burst fire rate of 900 rounds per minute. It possesses two semi-automatic firing modes:

The first, known by the Gunslingers as "dumbfire" mode, disables all smart-targeting and guidance systems of the pistol and ammunition, using the fuel of the gyroslugs as explosive filler. In this mode, it is capable of penetrating weak-points in battle armor suits, even Clan Elemental armor. The second semi-auto mode, known colloquially as "half-smart" mode, enables the targeting and guidance features, for long-range precision shots. The pistol can be equipped with any of the 5 standardized SLDF pistol red dot sights via an adaptor plate system for easier target acquisition and follow-up shots than using the standard iron sights.

[citrusai]

solavellan is so fun you get. the two people in a pairing experiencing The Horrors in different ways

[transmascpetewentz]

If I had a nickel for every time a cis gay man youtuber pulled the "i have trans women friends/employees" as a response to being called out for transandrophobia I would have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.

[lastmurianwarrior]

Giddy over drawing this actual orb last night.

Dad thought it was a Poké Ball.

Anyway, behold, the Mega Man Star Force Kamikakushi Generating Device that Rogue uses in the second game to swipe artifacts from the museum [and reconstructed dinosaurs!] as well as Geo's friends [temporarily] into the void-like Un-Dimension. Woohoo

[robinsnest2111]

you think Randy ever laid awake at night, wishing, longing, to be close to someone, anyone, have a genuine deep mutual connection, nearly going insane with the yearning, knowing damn well he cannot get it because he cannot let himself get close to anyone, cannot let anyone in, lest he feels too much, lets his tight control slip, and accidentally hurts them the way he hurt Ms. Beard...?

[laprimera]

Figured since I’m leaving the rpc in less then a year anyways I’m just gonna let the impulsive thoughts win.

@auraspheres - Riley from Diamond/Pearl/Platinum with an ancestor verse for Sir Aaron ( and maybe Rye)

[tchaikovskaya]

although it is often inaccurately used as a kind of shorthand description, the term "proxy war" does not actually apply to the war in ukraine. but i do think you have to have your head entirely inside your ass to reject the idea that the conflict at its heart is about spheres of influence.

[savage-rhi]

Late night magenta.

[prettyymafia]

since tumblr is most definitely has mature adults can we talk about how goncharov and vanilla extract was never funny? like please y'all...

[goatmilksoda]

This is in regards to surveys, forms, tracking methods (like Goodreads or some personal spreadsheets), notes, planners, calendars, grocery lists, books, menus etc.etc.etc.

No nuance so if you prefer it for one thing but not another, go with the majority of the time.

Reblog for sample size.

[himecloud]

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[cloutchaserkineme]

fail, girl!

5:49 p.m. Friday, on a straw mat, with peel-off lipstick on

When we were in a journalism competition, a newspaper columnist came and held a small workshop for us small budding high school students. She was one of those old-Martial Law era types, the ones who got the grit and experience necessary to survive being a journalist here in the Philippines, a dragon with callused wings swanning into a place full of ickle baby lizards with fresh bits of slick membrane still clinging to our scaly lids.

She asked who among those of us competing for the copyreading category in the room wanted to become a journalist. I was the only one who tentatively raised a hand.

She was confused, and a bit disappointed that none of these little reptiles who managed to clear the first two rounds of the competitions wanted to pursue fact-checking and editing and newswriting in totality. I thought she was just reacting as an animal bred for her field- her life was words, and she couldn't fathom anyone else trying so hard to succeed in a field they weren't going to nurture and continue in any way.

At least, that's what I thought she thought then. Now I know she was probably just confused. No other deeper meaning to it.

Like I am right now. I have not been a law student in two to three weeks, just simply going to events and covering them and interviewing clients and transcribing quotes and attempting and failing to write the articles I need to write from them.

I feel impotent and stupid and just plain useless. Those kids who didn't raise their hands... they were smart. They were onto something. They knew that this wasn't a field to pursue if you wanted to be successful in the long term. These smart kids, achievers and top ten placers in their school with their latinate appellations a soft launch for their three-to-four letter profession markers in their certificates.

They were just there because the journalism competition held a lot of points in class and school rankings, not because asking people and getting answers and writing those down and spreading them out was fun and nice to do. They were smart, playing the game like that. I just played with whatever they gave me and never thought to do anything that required higher thinking skills with it.

They gave me a pencil, then a pen, pointed me to people and events and ideas- and I wrote. I didn't think anything beyond that.

Now I type, heavily and with such excess. I don't like what I type, and I think I hate typing...even writing this update is very tiring for me. I don't like it anymore. I don't like the updates getting from my bosses and coworkers, I don't like being jealous and envious of my coworkers having their ducks in their row and effortlessly slaying this industry I thought I was a good fit for. I don't like working for people who use money to do fucking shit in my place, I don't like platforming [type of company redacted for anonymity purposes] on our articles, and I fucking hate talking to people in a large crowd.

A few days ago I met a journalist who never asked questions (fully online desk reporter, though she worked in local print media like I did) and was more anxious than me and I felt a kinship with her and she was nice. Until I saw a friend of mine during the same event, and she congratulated me for getting into law school, and that my cousin from my father's side who failed the bar exam thrice but was married to an attorney he met in law school was surprised that I was still there and why I haven't quit the silly little news writing thing I was doing. And this journalist congratulated me for doing such a good job. I felt like a fraud, like I have inadvertently put her under the same illusion I somehow cast over everyone else- the spell of "oooh look at her she is a competent person who has her ducks in a row".

She has expectations of me that I don't know how to meet!

And I was stressed but I wasn't as stressed as my friends who were also working in offices with solid hours and good career prospects and great work-life-school balance and they had three midterm exams back-to-back.

You know what I did with those same hours? Nothing. Just daydreaming and sleeping thinking about fictional characters being loved and nothing else and I have put off so much. The gig I took, the articles I am three to four days late in passing, the fucking law school!

Killing myself isn't even going to cut it anymore, the phrase has been slicing over so many thoughts in my head for nine months now that the edge of it has dulled and it can't pierce through the brain fog right now.

I want to have my cake and eat it too, like the greedy Jupiter-Venus person that I am (but the Mercury-ruled detriment of both these planets is literally knowing that this isn't practical or realistic or rooted in explainable and measurable actions). So yeah... we go fucking on? I don't know. I don't have much faith in myself any more.

Do I learn how to say no? Or how to stop saying yes?

(30) 6:34 p.m.

[hauntedtotem]

sometimes I wish it was 2021 again so I can see J's reaction to me being in (literally any fandom she wasn't in) and (liking literally any character that didn't look like her)

[beeapocalypse]

rough idea. the beholder deliberately dreamed up a detached little slice of existence bc it never put much stock into the typical code of eldritch beasties (dreamed realities heretical bc they are viewed as attempting to escape the reality of the existence dragons rot even as it slowly kills them all) and it slowly fade out over a couple of centuries after its death. jane sometimes manages to wander into it while staying over at the falwell family home later on in his life and gets to hang out with the weird imprint of barenville falwell resulting from the beholders constant wistful reminiscing over his company