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[toyhdgehog]

why put a new address on the same old loneliness

[starrynightsxo]

did someone say serve? 😍

... (by @honeyypears <3)

[zaephix]

alis volat propiis / / blade . . .

having someone be promised to you through fate always felt like a joke to blade, what changes when his head keeps flashing images of you?

warnings: f!reader, soulmate au, little ooc blade and black swan? hurt no comfort, lowk spicy……. , reader is a memokeeper, spoilers for blade’s backstory, spoilers for luofu/penacony storyline, spoilers for kafka’s quest? (if you call modifying canon scenes to fit your story spoilers..)

w/c: 3.63k

a/n: comeback?!?!?!?!?! i took a break bc of skl and today is the first day again hurrayyyyyyy (im gna kms) art cred: mybloodynails on twt

reblogs appreciated!!

the first time blade met you was under the dark cover of night within the xianzhou.

kafka had finished her business in luring the trailblazers into the luofu, leaving blade alone with his pacing thoughts about his revenge. the full moon was up that night, the gentle breeze swaying through his hair. 

during nights like these, all he could do was try and relieve the aching pain through means of other matters. however, without the presence of kafka (subsequently, her spirit whisper), the mara slowly crawls its way back into the back of his mind. and it was nights like these where he would be reminded of that damned mark ingrained into his skin.

soulmates. the concept of having another half to oneself, a connection so deep the universe takes it upon itself to remind you of it every waking second of your life. as a result of this foreseen deep-rooted connection, two intertwined stars sat on top of the veins of his wrist. he hopes whichever aeon who cursed him with this cruel hope is enjoying themself.

and with impeccable timing, you appeared in the corner of his eye. he camouflaged with the wall behind him and observed you. in front of you was a glowing blue orb in the shape of a bubble. you seemed to be deep in thought, mumbling words and tampering with the orb in ways in which he couldn’t comprehend. he’d ask silverwolf about it later, this seemed to be her area of expertise.

“how irrelevant.” these were the last words he had about you as he turned to leave. however,  his movement seemed to have alerted you, as you suddenly appeared in front of him, a dagger now being held at his throat.

“who are you, how much have you seen?” your words are now cut-throat, and he can see your face clearly now. your eyes had a depth and burn he’d never seen before, but other than that, nothing about you appeared to be anything of interest.

“even if i had seen anything, it wouldn’t be of use to me.” his hoarse voice was louder in the silence. this did not affect you, as you then tightened your grip on the dagger and threatened to push it further into his skin.

“nice try. who do you work for?”

he rolls his eyes inwardly in annoyance, and without saying a word, he grabs the arm in which you held the weapon and aimed to unarm you. keyword: aimed.

the moment his fingers made contact with your skin, a burning sensation crept up his arm from his wrist. he then let your hand go hastily, looking at you with a newfound rage.

“what did you d-” the words he meant to say couldn’t escape his mouth, as his question was answered. the cursed mark of his glowed bright white, a blinding source of light in the dark. 

ah. this was his other half.

with a soft gasp, you looked up at him with slightly widened eyes, the incriminating look now gone. the dagger now lay forgotten at your feet, you studied him for a few seconds longer. he did not know what to do under your gaze. he hopes that same aeon is now content with the fruits of its pathetic labors. 

after your quick survey of him, you appeared to almost say something, before a feminine voice reached both your ears.

“(y/n), come, our work here is done.” a woman in purple attire stood at the end of the alley, looking at the two of you with curiosity.

and without a word, you gave him one last look, then turned to leave. he looked down and locked eyes with your left-behind dagger, then picked it up. he looked up again, and you and that strange woman were gone. not a single trace indicating that either one of the two of you were here this night—almost.

he turned the weapon in his hands, his fingers roaming the intricate etchings of the handle. Just a second ago, this was at his throat, the two of you meaning nothing to each other. now, it seemed that destiny placed its card down for the both of you. he had no idea if he should be relieved or not.

looking up at the bright moon, he’s already engraved your name to his mind.

(y/n).

—

through the next few weeks, the encounter between the two of you was shoved to the back of his head. kafka had joked about how he seemed more on edge as of late, he, however, paid her no mind. after that night, he’d “reunited” with his old friends. if he could call them that. 

bitter thoughts clouded his mind once more at the memory of them. he’d had his battle with jingliu, the mentioned fulfilling her promise of granting him a short-lived death. the peaceful and final silence of the scalegorge waterscape felt like music to his ears. for a moment, he’d thought that she’d fulfilled her vow. 

then he was greeted by the sight of kafka.

the mission was over. he was to return to hiding within the shadows of the cosmos. elio would present him with another mission and he would oblige. such is the fate of destiny’s slave.

he thought that this would mean the end of his trip to the luofu, the everlasting ties with the once high cloud quintet now severed. his mara seemed to have something else to say.

kafka led him to a secluded position in the xianzhou, claiming to be able to calm his illness through a different means than usual. he had no choice but to oblige. she said she’d brought in a few friends to help her in this effort, as retaining and sealing memories required a more complicated and experienced skillset.

he’d never imagined that you would appear through the small window of the abode next to kafka and the trailblazer, astute and serious.

and yet, his eyes were not deceiving him. he would be within your presence once more. was this a hidden yearning in his heart? no, it would be foolish of him to plant such feeble desires. the mara must be getting to him quicker than usual at this rate.

a few minutes later, you, kafka, and the trailblazer seemingly split ways. the wine-haired woman stepping in first, before stepping to the side and introducing you.

“bladie, this is (y/n). do you remember the aid i mentioned earlier? this is them. all i ask of you is to trust them, as well as myself.” kafka carefully selected her words before gesturing to you, nodding.

you and blade looked at each other again after what felt like just a few days. your eyes glanced over his disheveled appearance. he couldn’t read you at all. you walked towards him, until you were just a foot away, “hello, bladie was it? i’ll need you to close your eyes and relax, this may feel… unusual.” your voice was soft yet stern—as if you’d done this before.

just as you tilted his head to the side and up again, he muttered something, causing you to lift a brow. “hm?”

“blade. it’s blade.” 

“oh,” you looked surprised at the fact he even said anything, this was the one thing he could read off of you.  “of course, my apologies.” and you went back to checking his pulse and finally rested your index and middle finger on the left side of his frontal bone, your thumb extending down to his jaw to tilt it. 

“okay, i will begin now. you will be put in a state where you feel as if you’re in a trance, and then kafka will use her power to subdue your mara. do you understand?” you looked at him expectantly, and all he could give you was a blank stare. he doesn’t know why you’re doing all this, why you’re being so calm and nice to a mere stranger. nonetheless, he gives you a small nod.

thus, the trance you mentioned reigning over all of his senses. his head droops, he sees different shapes and particles clouding his vision, before everything comes to a pause. the pain was subdued, just as you said.

he felt like sighing out of relief, a relief he hadn’t felt in a long time. then, a figure stepped out of the darkness in front of him.

you.

you looked exactly the same as before, except in new clothes, clothes that were native to one world— the xianzhou luofu. and this time, you bore a soft smile on your face, your eyes lighting up with an unfamiliar sparkle.

“▜█▍▆▛█▍▆! there you are, ▉█▍▆▜▀▍ and I had been looking for you for ages. are you still forging those new weapons for the cloud knights? don’t even bother… come home… missed… go…”

the words that were spilling out of your mouth went in one ear and out of the other. throughout the midst of this, he was still stuck on you, and what this meant. you two must have known each other in his past life. the one he just severed his ties to.

 even while knowing this, he can’t seem to take his eyes off of your form. he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him. but he doesn’t question it much. not when you motioned your hand towards his still one. not when you grabbed it, your warmth spreading through his cold hand, even if for a split second. he didn’t even question it when he watched his… old self, white hair flowing down his back, be taken away by your sweet voice.

he felt oddly at peace. watching the two of you quietly walk away now in a field of lilies, your smile clearly infectious to himself. this was until he felt webs crawling their way up from his feet, slowly inching towards his head. his vision grew blurry again, and he quickly realized his fleeting dream has come to its end. he accepted without fuss.

soon, he was done. kafka was talking to him about the procedure or something along those lines. he didn’t really recall what she exactly said, something about the trailblazer fending off monsters while she worked her technique.

kafka realized this, and quietly looked over to where he was looking. across from them in front of the small house was you, conversing with the trailblazer with a gentle smile. he doesn’t know how long he was staring for until he watches you bid the trailblazer goodbye and signal kafka that you were off. 

your eyes locked with blade’s for longer than just a second, a small look of pity in your eyes. you then smiled at him. the same soft smile he saw just moments ago.

he doesn’t know why, but he feels an urge to go with you. to follow you until there was nowhere else to go.

it seemed like he keeps getting rendered clueless when it comes to you.

“i’m off. see you, kafka.”

he grunts, exiting the abode now with something else to haunt his mind. he can’t figure out if he minds it or not.

—

“finally done. black swan, you think they got the rest of the bombs?”

she looked at you smiling, “i don’t think they have, but we’ve made significant progress. the rest is up to them now.”

you hummed, looking out at the night sky on the ship. “do you think it’s an actual bomb?”

she chuckles, “of course not. that masked fool might be dangerous but i’m sure she wouldn’t pull off a stunt as… arduous as this for an actual tragedy. she simply wants to make a fool of everyone.”

you snort. “that does seem like her, doesn't it?”

you both sit in silence under the stars, commotion ringing in your ears. it seems that they’ve only got a few bombs left. you look over at black swan one more time, signaling her that you were gonna go somewhere more secluded. she gives you that small smile again, before leaving you with a message.

“it appears that there's a visitor on one of the top floors of this ship. i think the only reason of his appearance was to see someone in particular. you should go see him. he’s getting restless.”

you picked up on who it was immediately. you gave her a  sigh, giving her a grateful smile. “thanks swan. i’ll deal with it and be right back.”

she looks at you, her brows slightly furrowed as you begin to turn.

“(y/n). you should stop avoiding him, for your own sake. you both are soulmates for a reason. you can never really escape each other.”

you turn around again, about to speak. she beats you to it.

“ah ah. you heard me. i know you. feelings like this make you nervous, but with how everything has been going for you lately, i’m positive you need some stimulation from time to time. embrace it. you are one of the few to be so lucky as to have something as special as a soul tied to your own. accept it.”

you could’ve sworn you heard a little bitterness in her strict yet gentle tone, but she then gives you a pat on your head motioning for you to go up. you say nothing as you watch her go towards where the commotion is.

that woman seemed to always know how to read you like an open book.

—

you try to find the dark-blue haired man throughout 3 different floors, to no avail. if it was not clear before, this was clearly the skills of a stellaron hunter. you make your way to the top floor of the ship, empty and barren. from the top and from behind the railings, you see people still scrambling around.

you figured sooner or later the dark haired man would show himself, and you would be in for a… conversation to say the least. you shake the thought away and observe down to where the trailblazer and firefly are, making their way towards the pool at the front.

you don’t realize, but you hold your breath. black swan told you it was nothing to be fussing over, yet you can’t help yourself. and slowly, you back away, choosing not to look at what might as well be a tragic spectacle. 

you end up hitting your back on something firm.

hands shoot out to grab at your waist, steadying you. you look up, finally meeting the gaze of the man you were avoiding right up until now.

“blade.” your breath hitches in your throat. 

he acknowledges you with a low hum before releasing you. he makes his way to the railing watching his fellow stellaron hunter, and you take this as an invitation to observe along with him.

you decide to break the silence.

“i thought you weren’t included in that script of yours. i heard as much at least from firefly.” you try to carefully choose your words, not knowing what to say from here.

“let’s just say… a certain birdie gave me a clue as to where i could go next.”

black swan.

you sigh, that memokeeper has meddled far too much in your life already.

“calm yourself. that woman has her own agenda to be sure, but she doesn’t seem to have any ill intentions.” he’s quiet before he adds on to his statement. “i cannot say the same for another.”

with this, you look back at him with a puzzled expression. “is this about our first encounter? well i did not mean for things to escalate as quickly as they did, but-”

he turns to you with anger, quickly pinning you against the railings.

“i am not talking about that.”

“i meant the last time we saw one another. when you put me in that… trance.”

you look at him with shock as he spits out that last word. does he hate you? what did he even see?

you collect yourself, now glaring up at him the same way as you did the first time. “what did you expect me to do? rock you against my chest with a nice lullaby to go with it? i did what was necessary, i’m sure you understand. i wouldn’t have even been there if it hadn’t been for-”

“do you remember?”

his gruff voice cuts you off yet again. and by this point you’ve grown fed up with his antics.

“remember what exactly?”

“my past. your past. our past.”

he grabs your wrist and lifts it to your eye level. it’s glowing, not as bright as before but still prominent enough to where it looks like a dim star regaining its energy. his wrist seems to be doing the same.

“the very… reason… as to why we are even connected yet again in this life is because of something else that took place in the past. and with you being a memokeeper, i’m sure you know more than a thing or two.”

he said the rest through his teeth, his grip unwavering on your wrist. and, for the first time in your life, you felt fear. not just because of the man before you, but of what consequences that could be in store for you because of your past actions.

blade chuckles darkly at your ‘realization’. “do you need a reminder?”

you hear fireworks being set off in the background but you don’t make a single move to see what was happening. the man in front of you bares his teeth a little, and before he could beat you to it, you grab ahold of the back of his head and lean in spontaneously.

the kiss was not slow, sensational or soft. rather it was exactly the opposite. it was all teeth and tongue, your emotions colliding aggressively as you both battle them out. he tastes like nothing you note, until you taste the iron tang of blood on your tongue. suddenly, he takes control, hands sliding and setting themselves firmly on your hips. 

blade was not a forgiving man, you know that now. so why are you hoping for more outbursts like this again? why are you imagining waking up to kisses like these, knowing your lives couldn’t be anymore different?

your vision was growing hazy and your eyes half lidded, threatening to shut. your soft whines against him fuel him even more, his eyes glowing a vibrant red with the light of the fireworks reflecting off of him. your lips detach from his with a delicious ‘pop!’, a string of saliva connecting the two of you before he goes in and starts kissing your throat.

you prided yourself on being a smart woman, able to handle difficult situations with ease. you suppose nothing could have prepared you for this moment in your life, you’ve never met someone filled with as much rage and passion as blade. he was destiny’s slave. and you can’t resist his desperation as much as you’d have liked, instead yours just as much matched his own.

you now realize how close your bodies are. his unusually cold hands are starting to feel warmer now, and a few sweat beads make it down your forehead. you throw your head back, eyes closed shut in pleasure, the wind cooling you off — and at the tip of your tongue, his name. 

“blade…”

he pays you no mind, groaning against your throat as his hands roam around, one sitting on the side of your head and the other on the plush of your ass. he smiles against your skin as you pant out soft gasps, your hands gripping hard in his hair.

blade winces slightly as you pull his hair back, your face flushed and your neck covered in love bites. he looks at you with an unreadable expression before letting his hands fall down to his sides. it appears his old stoic self is back.

you look at him wistfully through your lashes, the fireworks now having subsided and sounds of cheers and drinks clinking making their way inside the vast rooms of the ship. 

you took this as a sign that your time was over with him.

just as you were about to say your farewell and hurriedly make up some excuse that black swan was expecting you, blade takes something out of his pocket slowly and toys with it in his hands. 

it was your dagger.

with a soft exclamation, you reach out towards it. however, it seemed that he had different plans, for he swiftly pulls it away — giving you an annoyingly taunting look with just his brows. he dangles it with his finger through the hole at the base, the metal shimmering.

“are you done?” you prod, crossing your hands.

he looks at you for a little longer, almost as if he’s deciding on whether or not to give it to you. and with careful consideration it seems, he turns to leave.

you supposed this was the stellaron hunter’s way of saying that you two will have to meet again for you to be able to finally take your dagger back, so you let it go. his long dark teal and red hair flow behind him against the wind before he jumps and disappears into the darkness beyond your reach.

“alis volat propiis…” you hum as you yourself turn around as well, staring down at the dying crowd and dimming lights. the promise etched into your wrist always felt like a burden to carry around, with countless theories and what-ifs clouding your thoughts every day. 

actually meeting him changed the way you felt, and you felt yourself already looking forward to your next encounter. maybe you would be able to work with such a childish want.

“he flies by his own wings.”

[virtuouswhitehatorganization]

Heroes And Villains Who Totally Would Have A Big LGBT Fanbase (Even If They Are Not LGBT Themselves)

Heroes

Goldheart

Given he has a big fanbase I wouldn't be surprised and many speculate about his sexuality to the point it ranges from thinking he's gay to pansexual. Also the tons of shipping people have had between him and Flug despite being archnemeses. And again I totally see him getting into LGBT activism for both clout and because he secretly is a member.

2. Miss Heed

Given how popular she is through social media, I like to think she would be open about her status of about what canon sexuality she has (which I think is bisexual). She probably uses her status to get clout when it's pride month and proclaims how active she is in being a good LGBT activist. Also she loves to pander to anyone who can give her love and attention from any source.

3. Omega Nuclear

He's just straight ally incarnate he just would be the best supportive person he can be from my oc sidekick of his, Green Rod to his fellow former partner, Miss Heed, before he brainwashed him. He totally has a LGBT fanbase who again probably are bara fans and he doesn't mind them unless they are pairing him with Coyote.

4. Airlock

Probably isn't in tuned with her fanbase, but I do think some would find her an icon due to her butch look. She probably would be apathetic and ignore it and would probably do something mean to them like she did with that PEACE agent forcing them to give them their belongings to her.

5. Sunblast

Like Omega Nuclear, he's total bara bait for many people. I like to think before his capture by Penumbra he really loved to pander for the LGBT fanbase for clout and didn't really think much about being an ally except it can boost his image.

Villains

Flug

Why the bagged top scientist of Black Hat because seriously he was Goldheart's arch nemesis and again you know people were shipping them? Also people wonder what is under that bag and like to think there is a cute face. Also we all totally think he's into guys in addition to girls. He probably gets flustered he gets this kind of attention.

2. Miss Valdoom

Given she's called the "Evil Queen" I think she would love attention from any source. I like to think she would love to be admired by her beauty by both men and women. Also this line here they mention how it's laughable she would fall for Heed, so it indicates that Miss Valdoom is attracted to women. And again Illuminarrow was going all starry eyed at her so totally has a LGBT fanbase.

3. Coyote

I see this guy as straight, but I totally see him having a fanbase of LGBT people who are into the bara scene and he fits the image. Also again you can't go wrong with a guy who does leather. I do think he would find it an ego boost he's got some sort of notoriety with a specific crowd it gives more villain cred. However, like his archnemesis, Omega, he probably doesn't like being paired with him. I also think he would be a straight ally and encourage the "Be Gay, Do Crime" rebellious thing.

4. Demencia

Even though she's obsessed with Black Hat, I don't think that would stop her from having admirers in the villainous community. I totally see her as bi with a target on Black Hat (who she totally would love regardless if he was presenting himself male or female). She's probably indifferent since they aren't Black Hat, but probably calls them perverts who get off her kicking ass and taking names.

5. Metauro

Straight ally with a huge LGBT fanbase which comes with the same reason as his fellow villain Coyote which is he's bara bait. I like to think he's very interactive with his fanbase and also makes jokes about himself and why they would find him attractive. He also tries to use his fanbase to spread awareness about cruelty to bulls and how to prevent it.

[muppetstimmoment]

Bi + Pan Muppet Pfps!!! [Please credit if used!!!]

Middle image creds:

https://www.tumblr.com/the-delta-quadrant/719589671719632896/bi-pan-poly-omni-abro-mspec-lockscreens?source=share

[corpsey-moodboards]

welcome !!

this blog runs on requests. as of right now they are open

this blog is:

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disability safe

pro kink

endo nuetral, leaning toward anti endo

pro-para (anti contact for non-consensual ones)

anti radqueer, anti terf/swerf/gendercrit, and anti kahanism

if this is a problem for you, i highly suggest you steer clear of this blog.

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send in an ask or submission (not both!) with what you want, the source material, and what you would and would not like to see. (ex. "may i please have a sphynx cat moodboard with themes of the color brown and cat eyes, but no claw images?")

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[starscatteredsky]

May I request a moodboard for the fictional character Shigaraki from the anime Boku No Hero Academia? Preferably with themes of dead/bare trees, chrysanthemum flowers (idk how to spell it) and higanbana flowers?

moodboard for Shigaraki!

pt: moodboard for Shigaraki! end pt

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i hope you like this, this was actually super fun to make even though i dont know your source/media! i love the vibes! -mono

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[mysticmothworld]

Saturniid Moths

(aka those moths with the eyes)

Moths from the Saturniidae family are probably the most well known moth species around. This family has approximately 1500 species distributed worldwide, although they're more common in tropical areas. They have these fake eyes that they don't display when at rest, but when disturbed, they flap their wings, displaying eyes made to mimic owl or snake eyes, and that gives them enough time to escape their predators. These eyes are easily their most recognizable feature. They also have very large wings, the largest saturniid has a wingspan of up to 30 cm (but we'll talk about that later). They are mostly nocturnal, and easily attracted to light, although some are diurnal. Adults cannot eat because their mouthparts don't function. In some places, their caterpillars (like the mopane worm) are eaten.

Check out this interesting diagram of Saturniidae moth sizes in Indiana. It should give a general idea of how big most Saturniidae are.

Some iconic saturniids include:

The Io moth (Automeris io)

These guys are sexually dimorphic, the male is the yellow one the female is the brown one above it. They have unusually large eyespots even for saturniids. They are distributed across Canada, the US and Mexico.

The Luna moth (Actias luna)

Pictured here is a male luna moth, luna moths are sexually dimorphic and the females look similar although more triangular in shape. Fun fact: the 'tails' on their wings are there to help reduce predation as bats will chomp on them instead of, for example, a main part of their wing which may prevent them from flying and/or enable the bat to have better grip on them and just eat them. Distributed across the US and Canada.

The Atlas moth (Attacus atlas)

As you can see, these guys are pretty big. Their wingspan can be up to 30 cm wide. Fun fact: their cocoons are so strong they are sometimes used as purses. Distributed across China, India, Malaysia and Indonesia.

Hercules moth (Coscinocera hercules)

VERY VERY BIG. The females have the biggest wing surface area (300 square cm) of all extant insects. They have a rather large wingspan as well, around 27 cm. The caterpillars can sometimes take more than a year to metamorphose. Native to Northern Australia and New Guinea.

Sources:

Saturniid moth

Family saturniidae

Cool study on moth diversity in Mexico

Io moth

Luna moth

Largest moth

Spotlight: the atlas moth

Hercules moth

Moths with larger hindwings and longer tails are best at deflecting bats (very interesting read)

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[dcptcnx]

Interrogation

pairing: könig x f!reader (fem bc the term ‘Fräulein’ is used to address as ‘Miss’)

word count: 1,715

warning(s): he hits reader once...but no major warnings. angsty to fluff? idk im bad at this

a/n: PHOTO CREDS TO THE AMAZING @ave661​ !! Such good renders !! I hope this turned out well..Trying to work on descriptiveness in writing to capture the aura of the story to paint images for people T^T feedback is appreciated ^

Being a soldier, to some, meant being strong; able to face dangers beyond the demands of the war. Even if part of a task force that delved into jobs that dirtied your hands with so much malice or distaste, you would leave the day feeling empty of who you really were. 

And if you were caught, sometimes your crew would forget you existed. Lie to the commanding general and say, "Sir/Ma'am, they are KIA. Mission is compromised." And with that, your ties to the force; identity, service, and even achievements, we're sometimes erased from existence, just like your physicality. 

But not your crew. No, the 141 refused to deem you KIA. They had every desire to look at every space in the world to locate your existence. Even if they died trying. You were their spirit, their lifeline. When they found out you were captured, it was like they lost their last bit of rations. Last bit of hope. 

Until Price and Ghost knocked sense into everyone. 

Which leads us to you. Captured. 

Hands cuffed behind your back, uniform tattered in areas, blood stained the collar as your face was practically bloodied and bruised. The soft flicker of the light source above you created an ominous aura in the room, casting dooming shadows by the guards standing watch, waiting for any sudden movements you may try. 

"Ahh, fräulein. Schön dich wieder zu sehen*, Lieutenant." A voice spoke out, not as evil as you thought, but had the capability to set someone straight with the right tone. "You just can't stay away from me, huh?" The figure stepped closer to your knelt position, looking down upon you through his sniper hood. Arms crossed tightly across his chest, before loosening to rest against his sides. 

"Fick dich*, König. You can't hurt me." The words snapped out of you with such hatred, you yanked on the cuffs to try and break loose, only earning a deep chuckle from the mountainous man. "Couldn't earn a spot on the snipers list, what makes you think you can get me." 

The comment angered König. He was still upset for being denied a sniper, but to hear it from you; to be REMINDED, even. It lights the fuse to a bomb within him. His fists clench so tight next to his thighs, before a hard sigh escapes his mouth, hands relaxing. 

"I'd watch that mouth of yours, Lieutenant. Oder ich sorge dafür, dass Sie nicht mehr sprechen können*." König stepped forward, right hand gently grasping your jaw before squeezing enough to make you wince in a pained manner. Harshly, he releases his hand, causing your head to be thrown to the side, red marks visible where his fingers clasped. 

"My men are well capable and can clear your existence from this very world. KorTac ist nichts ohne mich*." König squatted himself to meet you at eye level, crystal blue eyes staring daggers into your soul, a smirk forming under his hood awaiting your response. 

"Und du bist nichts ohne mich*, König. You fucking KNOW that." Your eyes narrow and keep locked onto the man in front of you. Your jaw tense, as you clenched in anger at the very mention of his force.

KorTac was a collective agreement between the two of you. You wanted an army, and König wanted reigns. To be honest, you teetered on the decisions of whether to follow König, or to go your own way. But deep down, you wanted freedom, and so you decided to end your side of the agreement, and joined the Task Force 141. 

And König was furious. 

"I was the one who pushed you to jump the ranks, König. Deine Existenz ist wegen mir hier*." Smirking, you started with such distrust, watching the man drop his head and clench his fists. 

"NEIN, FRÄULEIN!" His voice boomed through the room, metal doors reverberating the sound causing the guards to slightly wince. König took his right hand, and made contact with your cheeks, sending you to the floor, hissing through your teeth at the stinging. After a few seconds, he takes both hands and grabs the collar of your vest, yanking you up to meet his covered face. 

"You'd look so pretty wearing the KorTac insignia, Schatzi. Not that filthy 141…Verdammte Mischlinge*." Dropping you, he reached to the insignia on your vest and ripped it off, tossing it aside into the dark abyss of the room. 

Many moments pass of stagnant silence, your eyes watching carefully as the man paces across the room, muttering German to himself. You couldn't help but feel a twang of guilt, wondering what went wrong and how you could try to fix it. 

"What happened to you, König?" You softly spoke out, eyes still fixated on his every move. The man freezes at hearing your sweet words, only to let out a scoff before pacing once more. 

"Da ist nichts falsch*. Nein." König slightly faltered on the final words of his response, slowing his pacing before coming to a full stop facing towards one of the doors. "It doesn't matter anymore." 

"Yes it does. I know you, König. You still have your doubts." Your voice spoke up, not too loud to echo around the room, but loud enough to be heard by the tall man in front of you. "Es tut mir leid, dass ich nicht geblieben bin*…really." You yanked your hands, forgetting they were cuffed for a second, allowing the metal to clink together. "Schieße…"

"Here." König made a motion which the guards understood to exit the room, leaving the two alone. "Talk." 

A soft gulp, and you began to speak. Talked about why you chose the 141 in the end, why you hid it behind his back. As you spoke, he walked behind you, carefully removing the tight cuffs from your hands, letting you rub the markings left by them. 

"I was offered a higher rank than I was at the time. And I couldn't pass it up. Es tut mir leid*." You stood still, not trying to make any rash movements but you noticed König grabbing a metal chair and sitting in it, elbows perched on his knees. 

"I would've given you a better rank, Schatzi. Why?" His blue eyes captured your looming gaze, searching for a reason, only to sign heavily, hands grasping his helmet. You knew him to be very secretive about his physical identity, and you worried about how he was feeling in this moment, watching as his fingers gripped harder against the straps. "You could've been my precious Stellvertreter*." 

"König I-" you froze. You had nothing to really say. You wanted to be with him, wanted to help grow his newfound group. But you knew that nothing you'd say, would better him. 

You began to hear a soft click coming from his direction, catching the chin strap of his helmet hanging onto one side. Your eyes were widened, but carefully observed his every move as his hands reached under the hood and lift. Slowly, König removed his helmet, revealing his face to you. 

This man was beautiful. Perfectly pale skin, a dusting of light caramel freckles danced across his cheeks. His nose looked to be slightly larger than average, but still was in just the perfect spot to compliment the placement of his crystalline blue eyes. His hair was disheveled due to his helmet being worn at all times, but the dim lights within the room made it glow a beautiful bronze blonde, as it carefully stuck to his forehead. It looked as if he hadn't cut his hair any time recently, as it started to touch his ears, slightly curl on them. 

You could tell he was feeling very nervous, and anxious; a complete 180° from how he acted earlier on. The way his leg would slightly bounce up and down, like a metronome keeping tempo to his heart. His fingers tapped atop his knees, a soft gentle hum faintly being heard. Your eyes never looked away from him. Admiring the vulnerability he decided to show you after all those years. 

Your final destination was his face In whole. The plethora of scars he wore, probably with a story behind each one. You wondered how he endured each one, hand twitching wanting to ghost your fingers across each one, to show you still care for the man, even if on different squads. 

König saw you fight the urge to get up and approach him, through the corner of his eye. After internally going back and forth, he let out a soft sigh before standing up and walking closer to you. He sat across from you on the ground, legs crossed, eyes focused on your face. 

"I know your motive. Go ahead." He voice softly spoke, dipping his hands down to grab your digits and lead them towards his face. 

His face had a minute amount of Stubble on his chin, so barely visible as the color was almost a bleach blonde. He wore a scar that slashed across his chin; could be from the battlefield, or even a mishap on shaving. The thought of the latter situation made you give the tiniest of smiles, to which König's eyes locked onto your lips. He studied every crinkle you made when you smiled, the small dimple that would occasionally show up. 

"Du bist immer noch sehr hübsch, weißt du.*" He whispered as your fingers danced across his face, studying every scar. His eyes never once left your lips, awaiting for them to move once again. 

"König…" your voice wavered a bit, almost choked. You missed him, truly. Missed his softer side. Deep down you knew the tension of being on different units was breaking, but didn't realize how hard he took it. "You know I can't betray my men…" your right hand caresses his jawline, thumb rubbing circles against his cheek. 

"Unfortunately…" he sighed out, leaning into your touch. He knew that after taking you, the possibility of an allyship would be very small, but he held hope. "Vielleicht arbeiten wir eines Tages zusammen*."

You didn't know what came of you. Your body reacted before it crossed your mind, as you pulled his face down and placed a soft kiss against his cheek, below his eye. 

"Bitte haben Sie Hoffnung*, König." 

translations!!

"Ahh, fräulein. Schön dich wieder zu sehen, Lieutenant." ->Ah, miss. Nice to see you again, Lieutenant.

"Fick dich” -> Fuck You

“Oder ich sorge dafür, dass Sie nicht mehr sprechen können” -> Or I'll make you unable to speak

“KorTac ist nichts ohne mich” -> KorTac is nothing without me

"Und du bist nichts ohne mich, König.” -> And you are nothing without me, king

“Deine Existenz ist wegen mir hier.“ ->  Your existence is here because of me.

“Verdammte Mischlinge” -> Damn half-breeds (i put fucking mongrels but you know...)

"Da ist nichts falsch. Nein." -> There's nothing wrong. no

"Es tut mir leid, dass ich nicht geblieben bin.” -> I'm sorry I didn't stay

“Stellvertreter” -> Deputy (I was aiming for second in command but translations are wack tbh)

"Du bist immer noch sehr hübsch, weißt du.” -> You're still very pretty, you know.

"Vielleicht arbeiten wir eines Tages zusammen." ->  Maybe one day we'll work together.

"Bitte haben Sie Hoffnung, König." ->  Please have hope, king.

[luuv-zomby]

catrine demew introject? pls and ty!

Catrine Demew

pt: catrine demew

General

✿ —⁠ name : catrine, calico, paris, adora ✿ —⁠ pronouns : she/fleur/mew ✿ —⁠ gender terms : fem ✿ —⁠ presentation (masc, fem, neu) : fem ✿ —⁠ age : 17 ✿ —⁠ labels : femme sapphic, genderqueer, demiromantic ✿ —⁠ birthday : mar 15

System

✿ —⁠ role(s) : mood booster, anxiety holder ✿ —⁠ type : fictive ✿ —⁠ source : monster high

Personality

✿ —⁠ general mood / emotion : upbeat but a bit nervous ✿ —⁠ traits : perfectionist, creative, dexterous, ✿ —⁠ mannerisms / habits : bounces from project to project/craft to craft, sunbathing (with sunscreen!), taking forever to choose what to wear, organizing pens/pencils ✿ —⁠ priorities : fashion sense, keeping hygienic and well groomed (hair styled, nails done) ✿ —⁠ pet peeves : art block, dirty glasses/sunglasses, her purse being too small to fit everything, frayed paintbrushes ✿ —⁠ introvert / extrovert / omnivert / ambivert : ambivert ✿ —⁠ aesthetic : pattern mixing, cluttered y2k, luxury/designer, purple/blue/pink/black & white ✿ —⁠ theme : art/fashion ✿ —⁠ theme song : super graphic ultra modern girl

Appearance

✿ —⁠ body type : athletic pear ✿ —⁠ species : werecat ✿ —⁠ height / weight : ✿ —⁠ voice / accent : french accent ✿ —⁠ hairstyle / hair type / hair color : ✿ —⁠ facial shape : diamond ✿ —⁠ eye shape / eye color : bright blue upturned, catlike pupils ✿ —⁠ nose shape : cat nose ✿ —⁠ lip shape : heart ✿ —⁠ other features : wavy purple hair with pink streaks, usually curled or in a half up ponytail, cat ears that poke out of her hair, very pale purple skin, long cat tail, beauty mark ✿ —⁠ clothing aesthetic : lots of patterns, puffy sleeves, always wearing a belt that holds drawing tools, tall heels, frills but no lace, sequins/glitter

Ideas

✿ —⁠ dream job : portrait painter ✿ —⁠ fears : large dogs, being imperfect at her art ✿ —⁠ regrets : n/a ✿ —⁠ insecurities : when she gets a portrait wrong, letting her tail move freely ✿ —⁠ core values : being good at and passionate about what she spends her time on, looking and feeling her best, self care ✿ —⁠ philosophies : practice makes perfect (or at least progress)

Interests

✿ —⁠ likes : acrylic paint, oil pastels, fashion shows, birds (especially pigeons) ✿ —⁠ dislikes : the blank page, ✿ —⁠ loves : drawing, sketching, painting (especially gouache and oil paint), high fashion ✿ —⁠ hates : chalk pastels, heavy foundation ✿ —⁠ hyperfixations : her newest art project ✿ —⁠ unbearable : makeup melting down her face, being swarmed by mosquitoes/flies/gnats ✿ —⁠ comforts : parisian food, pop music, her friends ✿ —⁠ favorite color : can't pick, she loves them all but prefers cooler colors ✿ —⁠ favorite activity : making art ✿ —⁠ favorite song : changes almost weekly ✿ —⁠ favorite music genre : pop, lo-fi, lounge ✿ —⁠ favorite game : telestrations (like telephone with pictures/gartic phone) ✿ —⁠ favorite TV show : downton abbey ✿ —⁠ favorite movie : mean girls ✿ —⁠ favorite food : a really good, flakey, buttery croissant ✿ —⁠ favorite drink : iced matcha tea ✿ —⁠ favorite scent : florals & sweet scents (cupcake, rose) ✿ —⁠ favorite flower : lilies ✿ —⁠ favorite feeling : putting the final touch on an artwork ✿ —⁠ favorite season : spring ✿ —⁠ favorite weather : slightly overcast, it lets her get good lighting on her portrait subjects

Extra

✿ —⁠ other : art creds to @ 1percentcharge on tumblr and @ GisCoret on deviantart !! picrew creds to this one and this one!!

image id 1: catrine demew from monster high. she faces the right, leans on a stair railing. /end id 1

image id 2: bust of catrine demew from monster high. she holds a paintbrush to her mouth in thought. /end id 2

image id 3: a picrew of catrine demew from monster high. she has pale skin, purple hair, a white bow in her hair and white cat ears that poke out the top. /end id 3

image id 4: a picrew of catrine demew from monster high. she has pale skin, purple hair, a white bow and pink sunglasses in her hair and white cat ears that poke out the top. /end id 4

image id: a green userbox with a beatles album cover on the left. the right says "this post was made by sybil at spoil-the-party" in orange text. /end id

[floatinginzerogravity]

I did an Analysis of the Murder Drones Pilot for my friends and am deciding to post it: Pt.1

Okie, It's Murder Drones explanation time

okay, first of all, I've waited LITERAL MONTHS to do this, and WILL be pointing out every tiny detail, and would very much love to do this with every episode. (I am happy stimming so much right now)

If you don't feel like reading all this, I can provide a condensed version. I will just send a wall of text, I will fill it with my theories and goofy bg details, I will send excessive screenshots of the characters, and I will not feel shame. Be warned

so, The year is 3000 something, and humanity has been colonizing other planets, using half-sentient worker drone robots to mine them. Humanity then blows up the planet by accident (oops)

Just for clarity, this is not earth, it's a completely separate planet around 70 light years away called Copper 9 (Side note, it's technically impossible for a moon to have rings. oops, the show is scientifically inaccurate, it's ruined now/j) Anyway, the core collapse killed all humans and turned the atmosphere into a "toxic death storm" (description lovingly borrowed from N) The Worker drones, now free from human control, discovered their sentience. They build a society based on the human one before it, with families, schools, and all the other stuff

The Robot Sentience side tangent: Liam Vickers, show creator, when asked about the Drone's sentience- "It was kind of a basic, limited version... the disaster that happened on their planet that kind of left them kind of stranded, kind of played into their adaptive AI abilities.... You need a sort of intelligence to not fall over... it expands to keeping them alive in various circumstances" Basically, they were programmed to do certain tasks, and when humanity was wiped out, their goals changed and they were given the space to find their own sentience. Sentience can also occur if they're in an environment that promotes sentience or if their damaged/corrupted in some way

JCJenson (in Spaaaaccce) (aka the company that created the drones and runs colonization. The name of the company is also, apparently, based on a cleaning company. BCBoston or something) Decides they don't like sentient AI running around and sends Disassembly Drones to Copper 9 to wipe them out

(Text: "CALCULATING, MOST PROBABLE DEITY TO PRAY TO)

The implication here is that the blue guy threw his child when the attacks started. (I think the fandom named him Bob or something similar) This is the first example of the A+ parenting of Murder Drones characters.

V's just perched on a lampost lol. Very Creature™️ of her

Bg text #3 I guess

[Text: Photo cred: some dead dude lol] [Text: "dying is stupid and also dumb" -me, idk]

[Text: How do we fix this in a complicated Sci-fi way] So, Uzi wants to fight, and everyone else wants to hide, basic plot stuff, moving on

Her railgun has stickers lol

[Text: "Violently opposed to biological life" The rest is readable]

Khan (Uzi's dad) being the worst™️, an image collection

Something that will forever irk me until the day I die is why a robot has Testosterone????? Don't they not even have biological genders, or biology, like, at all???? I don't think robots need hormones, bud

I once saw someone point out that this is probably one of the first times someone has been nice to Uzi, as she has no friends, is bullied, and her father is a bit neglectful <- Understatement (I do want to say that Khan isn't as bad as most of the fandom seems to think he is. Doesn't mean he's good either, though)

Baby's first "Bite me", I'm so proud. (Fun fact, in Spanish she says "Jodete", which translates to "Fuck you!" )

HSDHJDSFNJKDSHJDFHGJFGBKJDFDKJG WHY DO YOU HAVE HORMONES?????? YOUR FREAKING ROBOTS???!!!!!! WHYYYYYYYYY (Plot: Uzi says that she plans to sneak out to find the last part for her railgun, and in the next scene she is waking up at 3:00am to do just that) Now time for deciphering Uzi's sticky notes

[Text: To do: >Talk to source

>...

>(I can't read the rest)] [Text: RESEARCH: How to turn "REALLY sad all the time" into "Look really cool"]

[Text: LIMAL NO 4EYA!!!!!] <- I have no clue what this means [Text:Murder ??? Matter ???? really at c?????] <- Again, no clue what this means

[Text: Uzi Dos-] [Text: Yeaahhhh, I'm not reading that]

Location: Khan's closet where Uzi steals the "Door Master" key from

"Yeah, everyone has a picture of their family where one member is mysteriously ripped out in their closet."/s -Liam Vickers, paraphrased from a reddit AMA

[Text: WDF of outpost 9 [Having faithfully made a slab of metal that can be a wall but also not a wall, on the 11th day of December, three thousand and ???]

[Text: You cannot be murdered by scary robots when .... a door, (unless they open it) A scientific]

I find it interesting that the DD's are referred to as "Murder Drones," which is not their technical name. It seems to be something only the WD colonies use

Fun fact: this line is a bit of a meme in the MD community

Plot: Uzi manages to lie her way out of the WD colony, enters the Corpse Spire, and finds the required part for her railgun. As she goes to leave, she's attacked by a DD, who she defeats with her railgun, only for it's head to regenerate.

[ur-boyfiend]

stray kids as plushys !!

notes: this was honestly so much fun to do esp bcz plushys r one of my comfort objects ehe ,,, if y'all wanna see this become a series lemme know , i might do like specific brands or franchises , also lemme know if there's any themes you'd wanna see :3

img creds to pinterest , unfortunately i'm not sure who the actual sources are for most of them :(

images r under the cut so the post isn't a nightmare to scroll past btw !!

chan:

notes: idk dude the face just reminds me of wolfchan

minho:

notes: anything but a cat would've been a crime

changbin:

notes: a bin of friend

hyunjin:

notes: lookit these lil guys

jisung:

notes: wheeeee

felix:

notes: jellybean shape

seungmin:

notes: :]

jeongin:

notes: i need y'all to know that this crab is named ricesushi.

[phaethonstims]

star/night sky themed louis stimboard please :3

“ LOUIS STIMBOARD STAR THEMED ”

req ; anon

im going insane pls -owner 2

gif cred ;

[lichenaday]

Introducing the BLAM Lichen of the Year for 2023 . . .

Cladonia rangiformis

False reindeer lichen

The Bryologisch-lichenologische Arbeitsgemeinschaft für Mitteleuropa e. V. has selected C. rangiformis to represent us all this year for its endurance in rugged, nutrient-poor habitats, where it oft forms large, dense cushions that grow quickly for lichens, and even outcompete mosses and grasses as the dominant vegetation cover in alkaline, calcareous, and "skeletal" soils. It has richly-branched podetia above a squamulose basal thallus, and is pale gray, gray-green, or tan in coloration. It occasionally forms small, bulbous, dark red-brown apothecia at the ends of the branches. Unlike a lot of similarly bushy Cladonia look-alikes, it grows in sunny, open, temperate areas that are relatively dry. This potentially makes it a good species to grow on rooftops and other liminal spaces that could use some "greening," helping to mitigate urban heat island effects and cycling CO2.

Taking inspiration from C. ranigiformis, I suggest we head into the year 2023 with ingenuity and resilience, looking for ways we can use our unique talents to make the world a better place! Happy New Year, and let's all do what we can to make it a good one, yeah? For me, for you, for everyone else, and especially for lichens.

images and info: source

[information and photo cred to Wolfgang von Brackel and Martin Nebel of BLAM e.V.]

[muppetstimmoment]

Aspec Muppet Pfps!!! [Please credit if used!!]

Middle image creds: https://www.tumblr.com/the-delta-quadrant/721021232286400512?source=share

[astro-photographer18]

How'd It Turn Out?

I finished the Crab Nebula with surprising results. It was easier than expected to turn different color filters into something that fits well as one. I used four color filters—clear, blue, red, and green color filters.

I changed each layer mode to screen. In the end, I duplicated each color filter, making a total of 11 layers that include the Visible layer, the Clear median Blur, and the High Pass filter!

Median blur is used to calculate the neighboring pixels' median, affecting the image's edges and corners. The median blur involves a radius, a neighborhood, and percentiles. I set the radius at 3 to increase the blur while setting the percentile and alpha percentile at 50 to make the tone of the image a balanced brightness while becoming more blurred. Alpha percentile works to achieve this balance by becoming more transparent.

The high pass filter "filters high essential details, and larger scale gradients are removed" (Gimp). Standard deviation, contrast, and clipping are adjusted. Increasing the standard deviation allows more details to be accounted for.

I was happy with this final image because I could clearly see the interaction of each color filter in the final product. A lot of the previous noise had been minimized to the extent that the image's primary focus was highlighted.

My favorite part about the results is the Crab Nebula appearing behind the stars rather than in front. I see the stars popping out at me, but the focus still lies in the colorful nebula.

I would prefer my image to be less grainy, even though it is suitable for a first try.

Image shows settings for Median Blur (Screenshot Creds: Sofia)

Image is the final product of my Crab Nebula project (Photo Creds: Sofia Laboy).

Source: Gimp