#ic resonance

[townofcadence]

@gunslinginnhogtyin from x!

Butch felt stupid, to say the least, for falling for such an obvious trap. The moment he thought he heard his friend in danger, he had sprung into action—only to find that it wasn’t his friend at all. In fact, he’s not sure what this thing was… but it sure resembled Artair in a few ways, albeit with a few notable differences that weren’t quite obvious from afar in the dimness of the night. This wasn’t the first time he had been bound by magic and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, so he’s far from fearful—more so AGITATED by this unfortunate turn of events and even more so when the thing begins to taunt him as he’s dragged along off to god knows where. “Shut up.” Butch growls, struggling in his confines yet again despite knowing his attempts are futile. Whatever this thing was, it had some sort of dark aura surrounding it—god, if only his senses were a bit sharper. Perhaps he could recognize what sort of magic this was, or what this being was in general and then he could ponder his escape with what advantages he might have had. Sadly, that had always been his old partners area of expertise. Fuck. The cowboy makes sure to keep an eye on their surroundings, hoping that remembering the location in which they had traversed so far will assist him in some way when making his escape. If he even gets the chance, that is. He’s determined to free himself, he had been in rougher patches before—he’s sure of it! So there was really no need to panic, and he doesn’t… not until dying is mentioned, anyway. His eyes go a little wide and a nervous laugh escapes him, and suddenly he’s much friendlier than he had been on the entire trek here. “Heyyyy now—let’s not talk like that! Heh���“ Butch swallows his disgust before continuing, “U-Uh… this… pretty lil’ thing can do other stuff too, y’know… y’don’t have t’kill me.” He tries, looking from his captor and then around himself as they enter a peculiar tunnel. What the…? Then, he stops and Butch feels the threads binding him dissipate just before being thrown forcefully forward which indeed causes him to stumble, his tail whipping around as he tries to maintain some balance. He nearly trips but manages to catch his footing just in time, shooting a glare at the thing that had nearly knocked him over. That laugh is what really pisses him off… the fact that it sounded like Artair, it disgusted him. Among other feelings, he’s confused as to how and why exactly this is happening. Surely this guy knew Artair, right? It was no coincidence they shared scarily similar physical attributes, right? There was no telling at this point. A growl rumbles in the back of his throat but he has to stop himself from saying anything he’ll regret; he’s in an awfully compromising situation after all. Maybe playing nice was the best course of action. It had gotten him out of many scrapes before. Gritting his teeth, he has to force a smile, scoffing loudly in response to the others mocking,

“Tch! Escape? Th’ fun’s jus’ gettin’ started, ain’t it? Y’brought me alllll th’ way out here,” He gestures around himself with his bound wrists, looking around as well before his eyes land back on Resonance, “…an’ y’want me t’ escape? Let’s have a lil’ fun first! Or ‘least make a game out’f it? C’mon, what d’ya say~?” His tone is playful now, free of any worry. He could put on a little show if it meant waiting for an open opportunity to escape.

That little nervous laugh is a delight. He relishes in the way it scatters from his lips, and the curve of his smile is wider than any smile has ability or right to stretch. Even the groveling is amusing, and it makes his throat rumble with deep-throated laughter. It's when he's almost on the ground from the pull that Resonance levies a grin down at him. His incisors are large and pointed, but even longer than Artair's should be, and both green eyes study him with unabashed amusement. They are unsheathed for effect, but retract once he speaks.

"Other things? are you offering what I think?" Another pull on his chains, forcing Butch closer. Acidic green eyes bore into Butch, his figure looming but in a way that truly highlighted the difference in their size. "That desperate to live?" A hand taps at the bottom of Butch's face, a sharp black nail coming out like a talon on said finger just scratching against the jut beneath his chin. "Bold of you to assume you have anything I could want. Though..... hm." He seems now to think, musing with both arms crossed. The scaled patches are more prolific across their face and skin, and the jut of dark horns are seeming to grow from the grimy, curled waves of their hair like the time-lapse of a plant.

Oh but the offer was tempting, for how much it could hurt.

Still, before he could decide if it was worth the consideration, the little thing has a new proposition. Their eyes lock onto him, and their head tilts almost like Artair's did, but far too far, like it was trying to separate the vertebrae beneath the angle's pressure. "So you want to play a game then? Interesting. I suppose you don't need to die so swift that I can't....enjoy a little entertainment. So..."

He pauses, draws up further somehow-- he's bigger than before, his shirt now a stitching of dirtied rags that hang over his shoulders, with anything below the chest torn to shreds. The scaling is more prominent the further down it went. Where legs should be, a thick, muscular tail coiled, covered in spiny interlocking scales. Those fangs slid out and a long tongue glided over one of them. One arm lifted, dragging Butch off the floor by his arm and the manacle bound to it, several feet in the air to meet a smug gaze.

"...Just what would the little dancing devil like to play at?"

With the question asked, a laugh rumbles forth again, and he's dropped those feet back to the ground. "Go on, hotshot. Enlighten me."

[luguangs]

though the movie might be cancelled, yuri on ice will live forever in our hearts. thank you yoi fandom, it's been real ♡

[daemon-is-perfectly-unhinged]

Jace and Luke: Can we get ice cream?

Daemon: Did you ask Rhaenyra?

Luke: Yeah, she said no.

Daemon: Then why did you ask me?

Jace: She's not the boss of you.

Daemon, internally: It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap, it's a tr-

[yutamayo]

Tatakae!

[blottyink]

am...i about to binge read 20+ books of purring blue alien smut?

[justaz]

I’m not trying to glorify or romanticize whats happening in this country right now and i hope it doesnt come across like that but I can’t help looking around at how fucking deplorable everything is quickly getting and then seeing how quickly humanity can babd together under the boot of our oppressor and help one another as best we can and its kind of…rewiring my brain a little bit? Like yeah humanity can be despicable - look at those in power - but it can also be so caring and empathetic - look everywhere else.

Anyways I’m rethinking how the purge happened in Camelot. Druids and magic were a natural part of every day life in Albion. Yeah, Uther probably spread propaganda against magic users but there had to be a portion of the population that saw through it and defended magic users against Uther’s raids and executions as best they could. Camelot citizens following the knights out as they head to a Druid camp, as they get close enough the citizens shout out to warn the Druids and give them a headstart while getting between the knights and the Druids to give them time to get away.

Uther probably had all those citizens killed or heavily suppressed and controlled by fear so he could properly eradicate magic users from Camelot. I don’t think Camelot citizens just let it happen. I think they put up a fight as well but Uther had them killed and then propagandized them as enchanted by the druids/sorcerers or something to further stoke fear of magic

[romancemedia]

Anime Couples 3

[townofcadence]

Resonance and Mal are playing poker together. Sometimes, Resi distracts Mal with food or perhaps a shiny rock or even a random stick he throws, and while Mal is investigating, Resonance looks at his cards and steals some from the deck.

Maleagant somehow still wins.

[chateaunoirsims]

~ Think you the sh*t, b**ch?

You not even the fart 😛

[daemon-is-perfectly-unhinged]

Rhaegar: What's that sound?

Viserys: It's the wind, it's speaking to us.

Rhaegar: What's it saying?

Viserys: I don't know. I don't speak wind.

[astrxthesiai]

From the Starter Call :: @memovia :: From Amaha to Sylus

It was just another night in Linkon City.  

Amaha was off from work for the next few days.  She figured she would spend the night out on her own.  She brought her hunter watch just in case she was called for back-up.  Still, she silently hoped she would not be needed for action tonight.

Mis-matched eyes gazed out at the moon peeking out from wispy clouds.  Other than the moon, a few stars, and a few clouds, she did not see much else due to the light pollution.  Pedestrians passed her by as she stopped to look up at the sky.  The wind picked up.

Amaha had hung out with a few friends at the Karaoke bar earlier in the evening.  Tara, Simone, and Nero could not join her for dinner, so Amaha took it upon herself to treat herself to dinner.  Her thoughts have shifted to the months before and her investigation into the explosion.  Her mind shifted to her new acquaintances.  She wondered if she could trust any of them since they helped her get into the n-109 zone and helped her survive within its premises.  Normally, if she found something odd, she would have gotten Caleb to go with her to investigate it.  He would help her over fences.

He was no longer the young man she could trust without reservations.  Her mission in Skyhaven proved that.  And she was not sure if her new acquaintances would continue to be trustworthy either.  

The people closest to you could want you dead the most, she reminded herself what one of her acquaintances warned her.

Amaha crossed her arms over her chest from both the chilly evening and by feeling so alone.  She stopped at the corner, waiting for the light to shift.

“I am the storm and I am the wonder

And the flashlights, nightmares." Her cell phone’s ringtone sang “What else is there?” by Röyksopp.  Amaha picked it up and placed the phone to her ear.  “Hello, it’s Amaha,” she greeted.

[ratwhsprs]

Hush little baby, don't say a word

Nobody believes what you think you heard

Call me crazy but I made friends

With all the voices in my head

[austxns]

why is always the guys fault when he breaks up with a girl? i mean it's really her fault

[nyaslieshy]

Damn, sometimes I wish I had a friend to discuss figure skating with, but most of the fandom seem so... Unapproachable, I guess ?

See, the way I like skating is that I'm rooting for everyone, of course I have favourites but there's no one I actively dislike, I'll always find something I like in someone's performance

But when I see skating fans discuss competitions or galas, it's always either around one single skater that they really like and they bring down every other skater in comparison, or it's about how they're scored, and I'm just not knowledgeable or opinionated enough to care

I guess that's mostly how comments on social media work, of course you're only gonna see mostly/only the most opinionated and often vitriolic people, but sometimes I just want someone who shares my excitement !

I recently went to see a big ice skating show, and it was AWESOME and I really wanted to discuss it with a friend like I do with anime and all, I was amazed by every single skater there, be it big stars or background dancers, but I can only talk about it so much to my friends who are not following skating

Also I don't skate and most of the community seems built around the fact that they also skate, so that's that lol

Anyways that was just a rant, I'm fortunate enough to have friends that I can talk to about anything, and that just makes this little thing that much bigger in my mind

[illholy]

describe to the audience what you think is going on with j + np 😉 for all the curious cats out there! including ME!

█ 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅. welcome to my tedtalk ╰› @pavlovianpanic.

⸻ ❛❛ I'd like to be good friends. ❜❜

Judith presents 𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆, a stature that does not intimidate! A prey animal to some, a cradle to others. To most ? Mediocre. ⸻ in an environment where appearance matters ( High School is a funny vapid thing, what can I say ? ) Judith melts into the background, maybe it had been like that for Nathan too ? Judith the nobody, Judith the loser, Judith, Judith, Judith. You shouldn't even be looking her way ! & Nathan ? He feels like he's the opposite, He means something, he's somebody, at least in this town, in the school where PRESCOTT is stamped gratuitously everywhere you look. Somehow, Judith missed the memo, secretly? He had been Nathaniel, she misheard his name and went with it until he came barreling down on her, wrath and all.

Only when he started SCREAMING & BARKING that she noticed him, it's 'Nathan' & 'he matters', he has blue eyes not brown. She supposed he has to matter to her too, beside! There are things she does find lovely about him ! She enjoys the way he talks, like he's choking on the weight of it all. ( He's so angry with her, she wonders why. )

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏? She likes him, worst ! She isn't lying. That's the problem I think, when she likes things, she likes to grab at it, she likes it even when it's raw and gross and in prison. Judith isn't thinking too deeply of it, the things he does and the things he will do. Awful and disgusting, the incomprehensible and the unforgivable. Judith doesn't understand these things. ( Does that make her perpetually innocent? Pure? Or just skewed?) In turn, she doesn't really understand Nathan, not really, not where it matters, but she'll accept him wholly nonetheless.

[aetherose]

THANK YOU KURO GAMES FOR MAKING RESONANCES ACCEPT 6 STAR MEMORY SHARDS FOR IT BECAUSE NOW I HAVE A PERFECTLY RESONANTED LUNA OBLIVION